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THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF

AMERICAN LITERATURE

NINTH EDITION

VOLUME A : B EG INN INGS TO 1820

V O L U M E A American Lit er a ture, Beginnings to 1820 • GUSTAFSON

V O L U M E B American Lit er a ture 1820–1865 • LEVINE

V O L U M E C American Lit er a ture 1865–1914 • ELLIOTT

V O L U M E D American Lit er a ture 1914–1945

LOEFFELHOLZ

V O L U M E E American Lit er a ture since 1945

HUNGERFORD

Michael A. Elliott PROFESSOR OF EN GLISH AND AMERICAN STUDIES

EMORY UNIVERSITY

Sandra M. Gustafson PROFESSOR OF EN GLISH AND AMERICAN STUDIES

UNIVERSITY OF NOTRE DAME

Amy Hungerford PROFESSOR OF EN GLISH AND AMERICAN STUDIES

AND DIRECTOR OF THE DIVISION OF THE HUMANITIES

YALE UNIVERSITY

Mary Loeffelholz PROFESSOR OF EN GLISH

NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY

THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF

AMERICAN LITERATURE

NINTH ED IT ION

Robert S. Levine, General Editor professor of en glish and

distinguished university professor and distinguished scholar- teacher

University of Mary land, College Park

VOLUME A : B EG INN INGS TO 1820

B W • W • N O R T O N & C O M P A N Y

N E W Y O R K • L O N D O N

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Contents

preface xvii acknowl edgments xxix

Beginnings to 1820

introduction 3 timeline 26

native american oral lit er a ture 29

stories of the beginning of the world 31 The Iroquois Creation Story 31 The Navajo Creation Story 35

Hajíínéí (The Emergence) 36 trickster tales 43

From The Winnebago Trickster Cycle (edited by Paul Radin) 43 oratory 47

From The World Encompassed by Sir Francis Drake 47 Powhatan’s Discourse of Peace and War 52 King Philip’s Speech 53

poetry 54 Cherokee War Song 55 Lenape War Song 57 Two Cherokee Songs of Friendship 57

Christopher Columbus (1451–1506) 58 Letter of Discovery (February 15, 1493) 59 From Letter to Ferdinand and Isabella Regarding the Fourth Voyage

(July 7, 1503) 64

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Bartolomé de las Casas (1474–1566) 66 From An Account, Much Abbreviated, of the Destruction

of the Indies 68

Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca (c. 1490–1558) 71 The Relation of Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca 73

[Dedication] 73 [The Malhado Way of Life] 74 [Our Life among the Avavares and Arbadaos] 75 [Pushing On] 76 [Customs of That Region] 77 [The First Confrontation] 78 [The Falling- Out with Our Countrymen] 78

first encounters: early eu ro pean accounts of native amer i ca 80

hernán cortés: From Second Letter to the Spanish Crown 82 thomas harriot: From A Brief and True Report of the New Found

Land of Virginia 87 samuel de champlain: From The Voyages of the Sieur de

Champlain 93 robert juet: From The Third Voyage of Master Henry Hudson 98 john heckewelder: From History, Manners, and Customs of

the Indian Nations 103 william bradford and edward winslow:

From Mourt’s Relation 106

John Smith (1580–1631) 110 The General History of Virginia, New Eng land, and the

Summer Isles 113 The Third Book. From Chapter 2. What Happened till the

First Supply 113 The Fourth Book. [Smith’s Farewell to Virginia] 122

From A Description of New Eng land 122 From New Eng land’s Trials 126

William Bradford (1590–1657) 129 Of Plymouth Plantation 132

Book I 132 From Chapter I. [The En glish Reformation] 132 Chapter IV. Showing the Reasons and Causes of Their

Removal 134 From Chapter VII. Of Their Departure from Leyden 137

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Chapter IX. Of Their Voyage, and How They Passed the Sea; and of Their Safe Arrival at Cape Cod 141

Chapter X. Showing How They Sought Out a Place of Habitation; and What Befell Them Thereabout 144

Book II 149 Chapter XI. The Remainder of Anno 1620 149

[Dif"cult Beginnings] 150 [Dealings with the Natives] 151

Chapter XII. Anno 1621 [The First Thanksgiving] 154 Chapter XIX. Anno 1628 [Mr. Morton of Merrymount] 154 Chapter XXIII. Anno 1632 [Prosperity Weakens Community] 158 Chapter XXV. Anno 1634 [Trou bles to the West] 159 Chapter XXVII. Anno 1636 [War Threats] 161 Chapter XXVIII. Anno 1637 [War with the Pequots] 162 Chapter XXXII. Anno 1642 [A Horrible Truth] 165 Chapter XXXIV. Anno 1644 [Proposed Removal to Nauset] 166

Thomas Morton (c. 1579–1647) 167 New En glish Canaan 169

The Third Book [The Incident at Merry Mount] 169 Chapter XIV. Of the Revels of New Canaan 169 Chapter XV. Of a Great Monster Supposed to Be

at Ma-re Mount 172 Chapter XVI. How the Nine Worthies Put Mine Host of Ma-re

Mount into the Enchanted Castle at Plymouth 175

John Winthrop (1588–1649) 176 A Model of Christian Charity 178 From The Journal of John Winthrop 189

The Bay Psalm Book 198 Psalm 2 [“Why rage the Heathen furiously?”] 199 Psalm 19 [“The heavens do declare”] 200 Psalm 23 [“The Lord to me a shepherd is”] 201 Psalm 100 [“Make ye a joyful sounding noise”] 202

Roger Williams (c. 1603–1683) 203 A Key into the Language of Ame rica 205

To My Dear and Well- Beloved Friends and Countrymen, in Old and New Eng land 205

Directions for the Use of Language 208 An Help to the Native Language 209

From Chapter I. Of Salutation 209 From Chapter II. Of Eating and Entertainment 209 From Chapter VI. Of the Family and Business of the House 210 From Chapter XI. Of Travel 210

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From Chapter XVIII. Of the Sea 210 From XXI. Of Religion, the Soul, etc. 211

Poem [“Two sorts of men shall naked stand”] 214 From Chapter XXX. Of Their Paintings 214

From Christenings Make Not Christians 215

Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612–1672) 217 The Prologue 219 In Honor of that High and Mighty Princess Queen Elizabeth of

Happy Memory 220 To the Memory of My Dear and Ever Honored Father Thomas

Dudley Esq. 224 To Her Father with Some Verses 226 Contemplations 226 The Flesh and the Spirit 233 The Author to Her Book 236 Before the Birth of One of Her Children 236 To My Dear and Loving Husband 237 A Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment 238 Another [Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment] 238 In Reference to Her Children, 23 June 1659 239 In Memory of My Dear Grand child Elizabeth Bradstreet 241 In Memory of My Dear Grand child Anne Bradstreet 242 On My Dear Grand child Simon Bradstreet 242 For Deliverance from a Fever 243 Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House 243 As Weary Pilgrim 245 To My Dear Children 246

Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705) 249 From The Day of Doom 250

Mary Rowlandson (c. 1637–1711) 267 A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of

Mrs. Mary Rowlandson 269

Edward Taylor (c. 1642–1729) 301 Preparatory Meditations 302

Prologue 302 Meditation 8 (First Series) 303

God’s Determinations 304 The Preface 304

Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children 306 Upon a Wasp Chilled with Cold 307 Huswifery 308

Samuel Sewall (1652–1730) 309 From The Diary of Samuel Sewall 310 The Selling of Joseph: A Memorial 317

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Cotton Mather (1663–1728) 321 The Won ders of the Invisible World 322

[A People of God in the Dev il’s Territories] 322 [The Trial of Martha Carrier] 325

Magnalia Christi Americana 328 Galeacius Secundus: The Life of William Bradford, Esq., Governor of

Plymouth Colony 328 Nehemias Americanus: The Life of John Winthrop, Esq., Governor of

the Mas sa chu setts Colony 334 A Notable Exploit: Dux Fœmina Facti 349

Bonifacius 351 From Essays to Do Good 351

Jonathan Edwards (1703–1758) 356 Personal Narrative 358 On Sarah Pierpont 368 Sarah Edwards’s Narrative 369 A Divine and Supernatural Light 377 Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God 390

american lit er a ture and the va ri e ties of religious expression 403

the jesuit relations 405 JÉRÔME LALEMANT: From How Father Isaac Jogues Was Taken by the

Iroquois, and What He Suffered on His First Entrance into Their Country 406

P. F. X. DE CHARLEVOIX: From Catherine Tegahkouita: An Iroquois Virgin 410

SOR JUANA INÉS DE LA CRUZ: 415 Love Opened a Mortal Wound 415 Suspend, Singer Swan 416

FRANCIS DANIEL PASTORIUS: [In These Seven Languages] 416 ELIZABETH ASHBRIDGE: From Some Account of the Early Part of the

Life of Elizabeth Ashbridge 417 JOHN WOOLMAN: From The Journal of John Woolman 423 JOHN MARRANT: From A Narrative of the Lord’s Wonderful Dealings

with John Marrant, a Black 428 REBECCA SAMUEL: Letters to Her Parents 433 SAGOYEWATHA: Reply to the Missionary Jacob Cram 436

Benjamin Franklin (1706–1790) 439 The Way to Wealth 442 The Speech of Miss Polly Baker 449 Rules by Which a Great Empire May Be Reduced to a Small One 451

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Information to Those Who Would Remove to Amer i ca 456 Remarks Concerning the Savages of North Amer i ca 462 The Autobiography 466

Samson Occom (1723–1792) 585 From An Account of the Mohawk Indians, on Long Island 588 A Short Narrative of My Life 589 From A Sermon at the Execution of Moses Paul, an Indian 595 Hymns 606

The Sufferings of Christ, or Throughout the Saviour’s Life We Trace 606

A Morning Hymn, or Now the Shades of Night Are Gone 607 A Son’s Farewell, or I Hear the Gospel’s Joyful Sound 608

ethnographic and naturalist writings 609

sarah kemble knight: From The Private Journal of a Journey from Boston to New York in the Year 1704 610

william byrd: From The Secret Diary of William Byrd of Westover 1710–1712 616 From The History of the Dividing Line 618

alexander hamilton: From Hamilton’s Itinerarium 622 william bartram: Anecdotes of an American Crow 625 hendrick aupaumut: From History of the Muh- he- con- nuk Indians 629

J. Hector St. John de CrÈvecoeur (1735–1813) 634 Letters from an American Farmer 636

From Letter III. What Is an American? 636 From Letter IX. Description of Charles- Town; Thoughts on Slavery;

on Physical Evil; A Melancholy Scene 645 From Letter X. On Snakes; and on the Humming Bird 650 From Letter XII. Distresses of a Frontier Man 651

Annis Boudinot Stockton (1736–1801) 657 A Hymn Written in the Year 1753 659 An Elegiak Ode on the 28th Day of February [1782]. The Anniversary

of Mr. [Stockton’s] Death 660 On a Little Boy Going to Play on a Place from Whence He Had

Just Fallen 662 Addressed to General Washington, in the Year 1777, after the Battles

of Trenton and Prince ton 662 [L]ines on Hearing of the Death of Doctor Franklin 664

John Adams (1735–1826) and Abigail Adams (1744–1818) 664 The Letters 666

Abigail Adams to John Adams (Aug. 19, 1774) [Classical Parallels] 666

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John Adams to Abigail Adams (Sept. 16, 1774) [Prayers at the Congress] 667

John Adams to Abigail Adams (July 23, 1775) [Dr. Franklin] 668

John Adams to Abigail Adams (Oct. 29, 1775) [Prejudice in Favor of New Eng land] 669

Abigail Adams to John Adams (Nov. 27, 1775) [The Building Up a Great Empire] 670

Abigal Adams to John Adams (March 31, 1776) [Remember the Ladies] 672

John Adams to Abigail Adams (July 3, 1776) [ These colonies are free and in de pen dent states] 674

John Adams to Abigail Adams (July 3, 1776) [Redections on the Declaration of In de pen dence] 675

Abigail Adams to John Adams (July 14, 1776) [The Declaration. Smallpox. The Grey Horse] 677

John Adams to Abigail Adams (July 20, 1776) [Do My Friends Think I Have Forgotten My Wife and

Children?] 678 Abigail Adams to John Adams (July 21, 1776)

[Smallpox. The Proclamation for In de pen dence Read Aloud] 679

Thomas Paine (1737–1809) 681 Common Sense 682

Introduction 682 From III. Thoughts on the Pres ent State of American Affairs 683

The Crisis, No. 1 689 The Age of Reason 695

Chapter I. The Author’s Profession of Faith 695 Chapter II. Of Missions and Revelations 697 Chapter XI. Of the Theology of the Christians,

and the True Theology 698

Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826) 702 The Autobiography of Thomas Jefferson 704

From The Declaration of In de pen dence 704 Notes on the State of Virginia 711

From Query V. Cascades [Natu ral Bridge] 711 From Query XIV. Laws [Slavery] 712 Query XVII. [Religion] 717 Query XIX. [Manufactures] 720

The Federalist 721 No. 1 [Alexander Hamilton] 723 No. 10 [James Madison] 726

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Olaudah Equiano (1745?–1797) 731 The In ter est ing Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano,

or Gustavas Vassa, the African, Written by Himself 733 From Chapter 1 733 Chapter II 735 From Chapter III 745 From Chapter IV 747 From Chapter V 751 From Chapter VI 755 From Chapter VII 763 From Chapter IX 767

Judith Sargent Murray (1751–1820) 770 On the Equality of the Sexes 772

Philip Freneau (1752–1832) 780 The Wild Honey Suckle 781 The Indian Burying Ground 782 To Sir Toby 783 On Mr. Paine’s Rights of Man 785 On the Religion of Nature 786

Phillis Wheatley (c. 1753–1784) 787 On Being Brought from Africa to Amer i ca 789 To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth 789 To the University of Cambridge, in New Eng land 790 On the Death of the Rev. Mr. George White"eld, 1770 791 Thoughts on the Works of Providence 792 To S. M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works 795 To His Excellency General Washington 796 Letters 798

To John Thornton (Apr. 21, 1772) 798 To Rev. Samson Occom (Feb. 11, 1774) 798

Royall Tyler (1757–1826) 799 The Contrast 801

Hannah Webster Foster (1758–1840) 841 The Coquette; or, The History of Eliza Wharton 843

Charles Brockden Brown (1771–1810) 941 Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist 943

native american eloquence: negotiation and re sis tance 985

canassatego: Speech at Lancaster 986 pontiac: Speech at Detroit 989 logan: From Chief Logan’s Speech 991

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cherokee women: To Governor Benjamin Franklin 993 tecumseh: Speech to the Osages 994

Washington Irving (1783–1859) 996 A History of New- York from the Beginning of the World

to the End of the Dutch Dynasty, by Dietrich Knickerbocker 998 Book II, Chapter I [Hudson Discovers New York] 998

Rip Van Winkle 1003

selected Bibliographies A1 permissions Acknowledgments A11 index A13

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Preface to the Ninth Edition

The Ninth Edition of The Norton Anthology of American Lit er a ture is the "rst for me as General Editor; for the Eighth Edition, I served as Associate General Editor under longstanding General Editor Nina Baym. On the occasion of a new general editorship, we have undertaken one of the most extensive revisions in our long publishing history. Three new section editors have joined the team: Sandra M. Gustafson, Professor of En glish and Con- current Professor of American Studies at the University of Notre Dame, who succeeds Wayne Franklin and Philip Gura as editor of “American Lit er a ture, Beginnings to 1820”; Michael A. Elliott, Professor of En glish at Emory University, who succeeds Nina Baym, Robert S. Levine, and Jeanne Campbell Reesman as editor of “American Lit er a ture, 1865–1914”; and Amy Hungerford, Professor of En glish and American Studies at Yale Uni- versity, who succeeds Jerome Klinkowitz and Patricia B. Wallace as editor of “American Lit er a ture since 1945.” These editors join Robert S. Levine, editor of “American Lit er a ture, 1820–1865,” and Mary Loeffelholz, editor of “American Lit er a ture, 1914–1945.” Each editor, new or continuing, is a well- known expert in the relevant "eld or period and has ultimate responsi- bility for his or her section of the anthology, but we have worked closely from "rst to last to rethink all aspects of this new edition. Volume introduc- tions, author headnotes, thematic clusters, annotations, illustrations, and biblio graphies have all been updated and revised. We have also added a number of new authors, se lections, and thematic clusters. We are excited about the outcome of our collaboration and anticipate that, like the previous eight editions, this edition of The Norton Anthology of American Lit er a ture will continue to lead the "eld.

From the anthology’s inception in 1979, the editors have had three main aims: "rst, to pres ent a rich and substantial enough variety of works to enable teachers to build courses according to their own vision of American literary history (thus, teachers are offered more authors and more se lections than they will prob ably use in any one course); second, to make the anthol- ogy self- suf"cient by featuring many works in their entirety along with extensive se lections for individual authors; third, to balance traditional interests with developing critical concerns in a way that allows for the com- plex, rigorous, and capacious study of American literary traditions. As early as 1979, we anthologized work by Anne Bradstreet, Mary Rowlandson, Sarah Kemble Knight, Phillis Wheatley, Margaret Fuller, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Frederick Douglass, Sarah Orne Jewett, Kate Chopin, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Booker T. Washington, Charles W. Chesnutt, Edith Wharton,

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W. E. B. Du Bois, and other writers who were not yet part of a standard canon. Yet we never shortchanged writers— such as Franklin, Emerson, Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville, Dickinson, Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Faulkner— whose work many students expected to read in their American lit er a ture courses, and whom most teachers then and now would not think of doing without.

The so- called canon wars of the 1980s and  1990s usefully initiated a review of our understanding of American lit er a ture, a review that has enlarged the number and diversity of authors now recognized as contributors to the totality of American lit er a ture. The traditional writers look dif fer ent in this expanded context, and they also appear dif fer ent according to which of their works are selected. Teachers and students remain committed to the idea of the literary— that writers strive to produce artifacts that are both intellectually serious and formally skillful— but believe more than ever that writers should be understood in relation to their cultural and historical situations. We address the complex interrelationships between lit er a ture and history in the volume introductions, author headnotes, chronologies, and some of the footnotes. As in previous editions, we have worked with detailed suggestions from many teachers on how best to pres ent the authors and se lections. We have gained insights as well from the students who use the anthology. Thanks to questionnaires, face- to- face and phone discus- sions, letters, and email, we have been able to listen to those for whom this book is intended. For the Ninth Edition, we have drawn on the careful commentary of over 240 reviewers and reworked aspects of the anthology accordingly.

Our new materials continue the work of broadening the canon by repre- senting thirteen new writers in depth, without sacri"cing widely assigned writers, many of whose se lections have been reconsidered, reselected, and expanded. Our aim is always to provide extensive enough se lections to do the writers justice, including complete works wherever pos si ble. Our Ninth Edition offers complete longer works, including Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter and Kate Chopin’s The Awakening, and such new and recently added works as Margaret Fuller’s The Great Lawsuit, Abraham Cahan’s Yekl: A Tale of the New York Ghetto, Nella Larsen’s Passing, Katherine Anne Porter’s Pale Horse, Pale Rider, Nathanael West’s The Day of the Locust, and August Wilson’s Fences. Two complete works— Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey into Night and Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire— are exclu- sive to The Norton Anthology of American Lit er a ture. Charles Brockden Brown, Louisa May Alcott, Upton Sinclair, and Junot Díaz are among the writers added to the prior edition, and to this edition we have introduced John Rollin Ridge, Constance Fenimore Woolson, George Saunders, and Natasha Tretheway, among others. We have also expanded and in some cases recon"gured such central "gures as Franklin, Hawthorne, Dickin- son, Twain, and Hemingway, offering new approaches in the headnotes, along with some new se lections. In fact, the headnotes and, in many cases, se lections for such frequently assigned authors as William Bradford, Wash- ington Irving, James Fenimore Cooper, William Cullen Bryant, Lydia Maria Child, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Mark Twain, William Dean Howells, Henry James, Kate

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Chopin, W. E. B. Du Bois, Edith Wharton, Willa Cather, and William Faulkner have been revised, updated, and in some cases entirely rewritten in light of recent scholarship. The Ninth Edition further expands its se lections of women writers and writers from diverse ethnic, racial, and regional backgrounds— always with attention to the critical acclaim that recognizes their contributions to the American literary rec ord. New and recently added writers such as Samson Occom, Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, John Rollin Ridge, and Sarah Winnemucca, along with the "gures repre- sented in “Voices from Native Amer i ca,” enable teachers to bring early Native American writing and oratory into their syllabi, or should they pre- fer, to focus on these se lections as a freestanding unit leading toward the moment after 1945 when Native writers fully entered the mainstream of literary activity.

We are pleased to continue our popu lar innovation of topical gatherings of short texts that illuminate the cultural, historical, intellectual, and literary concerns of their respective periods. Designed to be taught in a class period or two, or used as background, each of the sixteen clusters consists of brief, carefully excerpted primary and (in one case) secondary texts, about six to ten per cluster, and an introduction. Diverse voices— many new to the anthology— highlight a range of views current when writers of a par tic u lar time period were active, and thus allow students better to understand some of the large issues that were being debated at par tic u lar historical moments. For example, in “Slavery, Race, and the Making of American Lit er a ture,” texts by David Walker, William Lloyd Garrison, Angelina Grimké, Sojourner Truth, James M. Whit"eld, and Martin R. Delany speak to the great paradox of pre– Civil War Amer i ca: the contradictory rupture between the realities of slavery and the nation’s ideals of freedom.

The Ninth Edition strengthens this feature with eight new and revised clusters attuned to the requests of teachers. To help students address the controversy over race and aesthetics in Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, we have revised a cluster in Volume C that shows what some of the leading critics of the past few de cades thought was at stake in reading and interpret- ing slavery and race in Twain’s canonical novel. New to Volume A is “American Lit er a ture and the Va ri e ties of Religious Expression,” which includes se lections by Elizabeth Ashbridge, John Woolman, and John Marrant, while Volume B offers “Science and Technology in the Pre– Civil War Nation.” Volume C newly features “Becoming American in the Gilded Age,” and we continue to include the useful “Modernist Manifestos” in Volume D. We have added to the popu lar “Creative Non"ction” in Volume E new se lections by David Foster Wallace and Hunter S. Thompson, who join such writers as Jamaica Kincaid and Joan Didion.

The Ninth Edition features an expanded illustration program, both of the black-and-white images, 145 of which are placed throughout the volumes, and of the color plates so popu lar in the last two editions. In selecting color plates— from Elizabeth Graham’s embroidered map of Washington, D.C., at the start of the nineteenth century to Jeff Wall’s “After ‘Invisible Man’ ” at the beginning of the twenty- "rst— the editors aim to provide images relevant to literary works in the anthology while depicting arts and artifacts representa- tive of each era. In addition, graphic works— segments from the colonial

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children’s classic The New- Eng land Primer and from Art Spiegelman’s canonical graphic novel, Maus, and a facsimile page of Emily Dickinson manuscript, along with the many new illustrations— open possibilities for teaching visual texts.

Period- by- Period Revisions

Volume A, Beginnings to 1820. Sandra M. Gustafson, the new editor of Volume A, has substantially revised the volume. Prior editions of Volume A were broken into two historical sections, with two introductions and a dividing line at the year 1700; Gustafson has dropped that arti"cial divide to tell a more coherent and duid story (in her new introduction) about the variety of American lit er a tures during this long period. The volume continues to feature narratives by early Eu ro pean explorers of the North American continent as they encountered and attempted to make sense of the diverse cultures they met, and as they sought to justify their aim of claiming the territory for Eu ro pe ans. These are precisely the issues foregrounded by the revised cluster “First Encounters: Early Eu ro pean Accounts of Native Amer i ca,” which gathers writings by Hernán Cortés, Samuel de Champlain, Robert Juet, and others, including the newly added Thomas Harriot. In addition to the standing material from The Bay Psalm Book, we include new material by Roger Williams; additional poems by Annis Boudinot Stockton; Abigail Adams’s famous letter urging her husband to “Remember the Ladies”; an additional se lection from Olaudah Equiano on his post- emancipation travels; and Charles Brockden Brown’s “Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist” (the complete “prequel” to his "rst novel, Wieland). We continue to offer the complete texts of Rowlandson’s enormously induential A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, Benjamin Franklin’s Autobiography (which remains one of the most compelling works on the emergence of an “American” self), Royall Tyler’s popu lar play The Contrast, and Hannah Foster’s novel The Coquette, which uses a real- life tragedy to meditate on the proper role of well- bred women in the new republic and testi"es to the existence of a female audience for the popu lar novels of the period. New to this volume is Washington Irving, a writer who looks back to colonial history and forward to Jacksonian Amer i ca. The inclusion of Irving in both Volumes A and B, with one key overlapping se lection, points to con- tinuities and changes between the two volumes.

Five new and revised thematic clusters of texts highlight themes central to Volume A. In addition to “First Encounters,” we have included “Native American Oral Lit er a ture,” “American Lit er a ture and the Va ri e ties of Reli- gious Expression,” “Ethnographic and Naturalist Writings,” and “Native American Eloquence: Negotiation and Re sis tance.” “Native American Oral Lit er a ture” features creation stories, trickster tales, oratory, and poetry from a spectrum of traditions, while “Native American Eloquence” collects speeches and accounts by Canassatego and Native American women (both new to the volume), Pontiac, Chief Logan (as cited by Thomas Jefferson), and Tecumseh, which, as a group, illustrate the centuries- long pattern of initial peaceful contact between Native Americans and whites mutating into bitter and violent condict. This cluster, which focuses on Native Americans’ points of view, complements “First Encounters,” which focuses on Eu ro pean

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colonizers’ points of view. The Native American presence in the volume is further expanded with increased repre sen ta tion of Samson Occom, which includes an excerpt from his sermon at the execution of Moses Paul, and the inclusion of Sagoyewatha in “American Lit er a ture and the Va ri e ties of Religious Expression.” Strategically located between the Congregational- ist Protestant (or late- Puritan) Jonathan Edwards and the Enlightenment "gure Franklin, this cluster brings together works from the perspectives of the major religious groups of the early Amer i cas, including Quakerism (poems by Francis Daniel Pastorius, se lections from autographical narra- tives of Elizabeth Ashbridge and John Woolman), Roman Catholicism (poems by Sor Juana, two Jesuit Relations, with biographical accounts of Father Isaac Jogues and Kateri Tekakwitha), dissenting Protestantism (Mar- rant), Judaism (Rebecca Samuel), and indigenous beliefs (Sagoyewatha). The new cluster “Ethnographic and Naturalist Writings” includes writings by Sarah Kemble Knight and William Byrd, along with new se lections by Alexander Hamilton, William Bartram, and Hendrick Aupaumut. With this cluster, the new cluster on science and technology in Volume B, and a num- ber of new se lections and revisions in Volumes C, D, and E, the Ninth Edi- tion pays greater attention to the impact of science on American literary traditions.

Volume B, American Lit er a ture, 1820–1865. Under the editorship of Robert S. Levine, this volume over the past several editions has become more diverse. Included here are the complete texts of Emerson’s Nature, Hawthorne’s Scarlet Letter, Thoreau’s Walden, Douglass’s Narrative, Whit- man’s Song of Myself, Melville’s Benito Cereno and Billy Budd, Rebecca Harding Davis’s Life in the Iron Mills, and Margaret Fuller’s The Great Law- suit. At the same time, aware of the impor tant role of African American writers in the period, and the omnipresence of race and slavery as literary and po liti cal themes, we have recently added two major African American writers, William Wells Brown and Frances E. W. Harper, along with Doug- lass’s novella The Heroic Slave. Thoreau’s “Plea for Captain John Brown,” a generous se lection from Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin, and the cluster “Slavery, Race, and the Making of American Lit er a ture” also help remind students of how central slavery was to the literary and po liti cal life of the nation during this period. “Native Americans: Re sis tance and Removal” gathers oratory and writings—by Native Americans such as Black Hawk and whites such as Ralph Waldo Emerson— protesting Andrew Jackson’s ruthless national policy of Indian removal. Newly added is a se lection from The Life and Adventures of Joaquín Murieta, by the Native American writer John Rol- lin Ridge. This potboiler of a novel, set in the new state of California, emerged from the debates that began during the Indian removal period. Through the "gure of the legendary Mexican bandit Murieta, who "ghts back against white expansionists, Ridge responds to the vio lence encour- aged by Jackson and subsequent white leaders as they laid claim to the continent. Po liti cal themes, far from diluting the literary imagination of American authors, served to inspire some of the most memorable writing of the pre-Civil War period.

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Louisa May Alcott. Recently added prose "ction includes chapters from Cooper’s The Last of the Mohicans, Sedgwick’s Hope Leslie, and Melville’s Moby- Dick, along with Poe’s “The Black Cat” and Hawthorne’s “Wake"eld.” For the "rst time in the print edition, we include Melville’s “Hawthorne and His Mosses” as it appeared in the 1850 Literary World. Poetry by Emily Dickinson is now presented in the texts established by R. W. Franklin and includes a facsimile page from Fascicle 10. For this edition we have added several poems by Dickinson that were inspired by the Civil War. Other se lections added to this edition include Fanny Fern’s amusing sketch “Writ- ing ‘Compositions,’ ” the chapter in Frederick Douglass’s My Bondage and My Freedom on his re sis tance to the slave- breaker Covey, three poems by Melville (“Dupont’s Round Fight,” “A Utilitarian View of the Monitor’s Fight,” and “Art”), and Whitman’s “The Sleepers.”

Perhaps the most signi"cant addition to Volume B is the cluster “Science and Technology in the Pre– Civil War Nation,” with se lections by the canoni- cal writers Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe, and Frederick Douglass, by the scientists Jacob Bigelow and Alexander Humboldt, and by the editor- writer Harriet Farley. The cluster calls attention to the strong interest in science and technology throughout this period and should provide a rich context for reconsidering works such as Thoreau’s Walden and Melville’s “The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids.” In an effort to under- score the importance of science and technology to Poe and Hawthorne in par tic u lar, we have added two stories that directly address these topics: Poe’s “The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar” and Hawthorne’s “The Artist of the Beautiful” (which reads nicely in relation to his “The Birth- Mark” and “Rappaccini’s Daughter”). Emerson, Whitman, and Dickinson are among the many other authors in Volume B who had considerable interest in science.

Volume C, American Lit er a ture, 1865–1914. Newly edited by Michael A. Elliott, the volume includes expanded se lections of key works, as well as new ones that illustrate how many of the strug gles of this period pre"gure our own. In addition to complete longer works such as Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Chopin’s The Awakening, James’s Daisy Miller, and Stephen Crane’s Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, the Ninth Edition now includes the complete text of Yekl: A Tale of the New York Ghetto, a highly induential novella of immigrant life that depicts the pressures facing newly arrived Jews in the nation’s largest metropolis. Also new is a substantial se lection from Sarah Orne Jewett’s The Country of the Pointed Firs, a mas- terpiece of literary regionalism that portrays a remote seaside community facing change.

Americans are still redecting on the legacy of the Civil War, and we have added two works approaching that subject from dif fer ent angles. Constance Fenimore Woolson’s “Rodman the Keeper” tells the story of a Union vet- eran who maintains a cemetery in the South. In “The Private History of a Campaign That Failed,” Mark Twain redects with wit and insight on his own brief experience in the war. In the Eighth Edition, we introduced a section on the critical controversy surrounding race and the conclusion of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. That section remains as impor tant as ever, and new additions incorporate a recent debate about the value of an expur- gated edition of the novel.

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We have substantially revised clusters designed to give students a sense of the cultural context of the period. New selections in “Realism and Natu- ralism” demonstrate what was at stake in the debate over realism, among them a feminist response from Charlotte Perkins Gilman. “Becoming Ameri- can in the Gilded Age,” a new cluster, introduces students to writing about wealth and citizenship at a time when the nation was undergoing transfor- mation. Se lections from one of Horatio Alger’s popu lar novels of economic uplift, Andrew Car ne gie’s “Gospel of Wealth,” and Charles W. Chesnutt’s “The Future American” together reveal how questions about the composi- tion of the nation both induenced the lit er a ture of this period and pre"gured con temporary debates on immigration, cultural diversity, and the concentra- tion of wealth.

The turn of the twentieth century was a time of im mense literary diver- sity. “Voices from Native Amer i ca” brings together a variety of expressive forms— oratory, memoir, ethnography— through which Native Americans sought to represent themselves. It includes new se lections by Francis LaFlesche, Zitkala %a, and Chief Joseph. For the "rst time, we include the complete text of José Martí’s “Our Amer i ca,” in a new translation by Martí biographer Alfred  J. López. By instructor request, we have added "ction and non"ction by African American authors: Charles W. Chesnutt’s “Po’ Sandy,” Pauline Hopkins’s “Talma Gordon,” and expanded se lections from W. E. B. Du Bois’s Souls of Black Folk and James Weldon Johnson’s Autobiography of an Ex- Colored Man.

Volume D, American Lit er a ture 1914–1945. Edited by Mary Loeffelholz, Volume D offers a number of complete longer works— Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey into Night (exclusive to the Norton Anthology), William Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying, and Willa Cather’s My Ántonia. To these we have added Nella Larsen’s Passing, which replaces Quicksand, and Nathanael West’s The Day of the Locust. We added Passing in response to numerous requests from instructors and students who regard it as one of the most compelling treatments of racial passing in American lit er a ture. The novel also offers rich descriptions of the social and racial geographies of Chicago and New York City. West’s darkly comic The Day of the Locust similarly offers rich descriptions of the social and racial geography of Los Angeles. West’s novel can at times seem bleak and not “po liti cally correct,” but in many ways it is the "rst great American novel about the "lm industry, and it also has much to say about the growth of California in the early de cades of the twentieth century. New se lections by Zora Neale Hurston (“Sweat”) and John Steinbeck (“The Chrysanthemums”) further contribute to the vol- ume’s exploration of issues connected with racial and social geographies.

Se lections by Ezra Pound, T. S. Eliot, Marianne Moore, Hart Crane, and Langston Hughes encourage students and teachers to contemplate the inter- relation of modernist aesthetics with ethnic, regional, and popu lar writing. In “Modernist Manifestos,” F. T. Marinetti, Mina Loy, Ezra Pound, Willa Cather, William Carlos Williams, and Langston Hughes show how the man- ifesto as a form exerted a power ful induence on international modernism in all the arts. Another illuminating cluster addresses central events of the modern period. In “World War I and Its Aftermath,” writings by Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, Jessie Redmon Fauset, and others explore sharply

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divided views on the U.S. role in World War I, as well as the radicalizing effect of modern warfare— with 365,000 American casualties—on con- temporary writing. We have added to this edition a chapter from Heming- way’s "rst novel, The Sun Also Rises, which speaks to the impact of the war on sexuality and gender. Other recent and new additions to Volume D include Faulkner’s popu lar “A Rose for Emily,” Katherine Anne Porter’s novella Pale Horse, Pale Rider, Gertrude Stein’s “Objects,” Marianne Moore’s ambitious longer poem “Marriage,” poems by Edgar Lee Masters and Edwin Arlington Robinson, and Jean Toomer’s “Blood Burning Moon.”

Volume E, American Lit er a ture, 1945 to the Pres ent. Amy Hungerford, the new editor of Volume E, has revised the volume to pres ent a wider range of writing in poetry, prose, drama, and non"ction. As before, the vol- ume offers the complete texts of Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire (exclusive to this anthology), Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman, Allen Ginsberg’s Howl, Sam Shepard’s True West, August Wilson’s Fences, David Mamet’s Glengarry Glen Ross, and Louise Glück’s long poem October. A se lection from Art Spiegelman’s prize- winning Maus opens possibilities for teaching the graphic novel. We also include teachable stand- alone seg- ments from induential novels by Saul Bellow (The Adventures of Augie March) and Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse- Five), and, new to this edition, Jack Kerouac (On the Road) and Don DeLillo (White Noise). The se lection from one of DeLillo’s most celebrated novels tells what feels like a con- temporary story about a nontraditional family navigating an environmental disaster in a climate saturated by mass media. Three newly added stories— Patricia Highsmith’s “The Quest for Blank Claveringi,” Philip  K. Dick’s “Precious Artifact,” and George Saunders’s “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline”— reveal the impact of science "ction, fantasy, horror, and (especially in the case of Saunders) mass media on literary "ction. Also appearing for the "rst time are Edward P. Jones and Lydia Davis, con temporary masters of the short story, who join such short "ction writers as Ann Beattie and Junot Díaz. Recognized literary "gures in all genres, ranging from Robert Penn Warren and Elizabeth Bishop to Leslie Marmon Silko and Toni Morrison, continue to be richly represented. In response to instructors’ requests, we now include Flannery O’Connor’s “A Good Man Is Hard to Find” and James Baldwin’s “Sonny’s Blues.”

One of the most distinctive features of twentieth- and twenty- "rst- century American lit er a ture is a rich vein of African American poetry. This edition adds two con temporary poets from this living tradition: Natasha Trethewey and Tracy K. Smith. Trethewey’s se lections include personal and historical elegies; Smith draws on cultural materials as diverse as David Bowie’s music and the history of the Hubble Space Telescope. These writers join African American poets whose work has long helped de"ne the anthology— Rita Dove, Gwendolyn Brooks, Robert Hayden, Audre Lorde, and others.

This edition gives even greater exposure to literary and social experimen- tation during the 1960s, 1970s, and beyond. The work of two avant- garde playwrights joins “Postmodern Manifestos” (which pairs nicely with “Mod- ernist Manifestos” in Volume D). Introduced to the anthology through their short, challenging pieces, Charles Ludlam and Richard Foreman cast the mechanics of per for mance in a new light. Reading their thought pieces in

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relation to the volume’s complete plays helps raise new questions about how the seemingly more traditional dramatic works engage structures of time, plot, feeling, and spectatorship. To our popu lar cluster “Creative Non"ction” we have added a new se lection by Joan Didion, from “Slouching Towards Bethlehem,” which showcases her revolutionary style of journalism as she comments on experiments with public per for mance and communal living during the 1960s. A new se lection from David Foster Wallace in the same cluster pushes reportage on the Maine Lobster Festival into philosophical inquiry: how can we fairly assess the pain of other creatures? This edition also introduces poet Frank Bidart through his most famous work— Ellen West—in which the poet uses experimental forms of verse he pioneered during the 1970s to speak in the voice of a woman battling anorexia. Stand- ing authors in the anthology, notably John Ashbery and Amiri Baraka, "ll out the volume’s survey of radical change in the forms, and social uses, of literary art.

We are delighted to offer this revised Ninth Edition to teachers and stu- dents, and we welcome your comments.

Additional Resources from the Publisher

The Ninth Edition retains the paperback splits format, popu lar for its dex- ibility and portability. This format accommodates the many instructors who use the anthology in a two- semester survey, but allows for mixing and matching the "ve volumes in a variety of courses or ga nized by period or topic, at levels from introductory to advanced. We are also pleased to offer the Ninth Edition in an ebook format. The Digital Anthologies include all the content of the print volumes, with print- corresponding page and line numbers for seamless integration into the print- digital mixed classroom. Annotations are accessible with a click or a tap, encouraging students to use them with minimal interruption to their reading of the text. The e- reading platform facilitates active reading with a power ful annotation tool and allows students to do a full- text search of the anthology and read online or off. The Digital Editions can be accessed from any computer or device with an Internet browser and are available to students at a frac- tion of the print price at digital . wwnorton . com / americanlit9pre1865 and digital . wwnorton . com / americanlit9post1865. For exam copy access to the Digital Editions and for information on making the Digital Editions avail- able through the campus bookstore or packaging the Digital Editions with the print anthology, instructors should contact their Norton representative.

To give instructors even more dexibility, Norton is making available the full list of 254 Norton Critical Editions. A Norton Critical Edition can be included for free with either package (Volumes A and B; Volumes C, D, E) or any indi- vidual split volume. Each Norton Critical Edition gives students an author- itative, carefully annotated text accompanied by rich contextual and critical materials prepared by an expert in the subject. The publisher also offers the much- praised guide Writing about American Lit er a ture, by Karen Gocsik (University of California– San Diego) and Coleman Hutchison (University of Texas– Austin), free with either package or any individual split volume.

In addition to the Digital Editions, for students using The Norton Anthology of American Lit er a ture, the publisher provides a wealth of free

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resources at digital . wwnorton . com / americanlit9pre1865 and digital . wwnorton . com / americanlit9post1865. There students will "nd more than seventy reading- comprehension quizzes on the period introductions and widely taught works with extensive feedback that points them back to the text. Ideal for self- study or homework assignments, Norton’s sophisticated quizzing engine allows instructors to track student results and improvement. For over thirty works in the anthology, the sites also offer Close Reading Work- shops that walk students step- by- step through analy sis of a literary work. Each workshop prompts students to read, reread, consider contexts, and answer questions along the way, making these perfect assignments to build close- reading skills.

The publisher also provides extensive instructor- support materials. New to the Ninth Edition is an online Interactive Instructor’s Guide at iig.ww norton .com/americanlit9/full. Invaluable for course preparation, this resource provides hundreds of teaching notes, discussion questions, and sug- gested resources from the much-praised Teaching with The Norton Anthol- ogy of American Literature: A Guide for Instructors by Edward Whitley (Lehigh University). Also at this searchable and sortable site are quizzes, images, and lecture PowerPoints for each introduction, topic cluster, and twenty-"ve widely taught works. A PDF of Teaching with NAAL is available for download at wwnorton.com/instructors.

Fi nally, Norton Coursepacks bring high- quality digital media into a new or existing online course. The coursepack includes all the reading compre- hension quizzes (customizable within the coursepack), the Writing about Lit er a ture video series, a bank of essay and exam questions, bulleted sum- maries of the period introductions, and “Making Connections” discussion or essay prompts to encourage students to draw connections across the anthology’s authors and works. Coursepacks are available in a variety of formats, including Blackboard, Canvas, Desire2Learn, and Moodle, at no cost to instructors or students.

Editorial Procedures

As in past editions, editorial features— period introductions, headnotes, annotations, and biblio graphies— are designed to be concise yet full and to give students necessary information without imposing a single interpreta- tion. The editors have updated all apparatus in response to new scholar- ship: period introductions have been entirely or substantially rewritten, as have many headnotes. All selected biblio graphies and each period’s general- resources biblio graphies, categorized by Reference Works, Histories, and Literary Criticism, have been thoroughly updated. The Ninth Edition retains three editorial features that help students place their reading in historical and cultural context— a Texts/Contexts timeline following each period introduction, a map on the front endpaper of each volume, and a chrono- logical chart, on the back endpaper, showing the lifespans of many of the writers anthologized.

Whenever pos si ble, our policy has been to reprint texts as they appeared in their historical moment. There is one exception: we have modernized most spellings and (very sparingly) the punctuation in Volume A on the princi ple that archaic spellings and typography pose unnecessary prob lems

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for beginning students. We have used square brackets to indicate titles sup- plied by the editors for the con ve nience of students. Whenever a portion of a text has been omitted, we have indicated that omission with three asterisks. If the omitted portion is impor tant for following the plot or argument, we give a brief summary within the text or in a footnote. After each work, we cite the date of "rst publication on the right; in some instances, the latter is followed by the date of a revised edition for which the author was respon- sible. When the date of composition is known and differs from the date of publication, we cite it on the left.

The editors have bene"ted from commentary offered by hundreds of teachers throughout the country. Those teachers who prepared detailed critiques, or who offered special help in preparing texts, are listed under Acknowl edgments, on a separate page. We also thank the many people at Norton who contributed to the Ninth Edition: Julia Reidhead, who super- vised the Ninth Edition; Marian Johnson, managing editor, college; Carly Fraser Doria, media editor; manuscript editors Kurt Wildermuth, Michael Fleming, Harry Haskell, and Candace Levy; Rachel Taylor and Ava Bramson, assistant editors; Sean Mintus, production man ag er; Cat Abelman, photo editor; Julie Tesser, photo researcher; Debra Morton Hoyt, art director; Tiani Kennedy, cover designer; Megan Jackson Schindel, permissions man ag er; and Margaret Gorenstein, who cleared permissions. We also wish to acknowledge our debt to the late George P. Brockway, former presi- dent and chairman at Norton, who in ven ted this anthology, and to the late M. H. Abrams, Norton’s advisor on En glish texts. All have helped us create an anthology that, more than ever, testi"es to the continuing rich- ness of American literary traditions.

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Acknowl edgments

Among our many critics, advisors, and friends, the following were of espe- cial help toward the preparation of the Ninth Edition, either with advice or by providing critiques of par tic u lar periods of the anthology: Melissa Adams- Campbell (Northern Illinois University); Rolena Adorno (Yale Uni- versity); Heidi Ajrami (Victoria College); Simone A. James Alexander (Seton Hall University); Brian Anderson (Central Piedmont Community College); Lena Andersson (Fulton- Montgomery Community College); Marilyn Judith Atlas (Ohio University); Sylvia Baer (Gloucester County College); George H. Bailey (Northern Essex Community College); Margarita T. Barceló (MSU Denver); Peter Bellis (University of Alabama– Birmingham); Randall Blan- kenship (Valencia College); Susanne Bloom"eld (University of Nebraska– Kearney); David Bordelon (Ocean County College); Patricia Bostian (Central Piedmont Community College); Maria Brandt (Monroe Commu- nity College); Tamara Ponzo Brattoli (Joliet Ju nior College); Joanna Brooks (San Diego State University); David Brottman (Iowa State University); Arthur Brown (University of Evansville); Martin Brückner (University of Delaware); Judith Budz (Fitchburg State University); Dan Butcher (Univer- sity of Alabama– Birmingham); Maria J. Cahill (Edison State College); Ann Cameron (Indiana University– Kokomo); Brad Campbell (Cal Poly); Mark Canada (University of North Carolina– Pembroke); Gerry Canavan (Mar- quette University); Ann Capel (Gadsden State Community College, Ayers Campus); Elisabeth Ceppi (Portland State University); Tom Cerasulo (Elms College); Mark Cirino (University of Evansville); Josh Cohen (Emory Uni- versity); Matt Cohen (University of Texas– Austin); William Corley (Cal Poly Pomona and U.S. Naval Acad emy); David Cowart (University of South Carolina); Paul Crumbley (Utah State University); Ryan Cull (New Mexico State University); Sue Currell (University of Sussex); Kathleen Danker (South Dakota State University); Clark Davis (University of Denver); Eve Davis ( Virginia Union University); Matthew  R. Davis (University of Wisconsin– Stevens Point); Laura Dawkins (Murray State University); Bruce J. Degi (Metropolitan State University of Denver); Jerry DeNuccio (Graceland University); Lisa DeVries (Victoria College); Lorraine C. DiCicco (King’s University College); Joshua  A. Dickson (SUNY Jefferson); Rick Diguette (Georgia Perimeter College); Raymond  F. Dolle (Indiana State University); James Donelan (UC Santa Barbara); Clark Draney (College of Southern Idaho); John Dudley (University of South Dakota); Sara Eaton (North Central College); Julia Eichelberger (College of Charleston); Marilyn Elkins (California State University– Los Angeles); Sharyn Emery (Indiana

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University Southeast); Hilary Emmett (University of East Anglia); Terry Engebresten (Idaho State University); Patrick Erben (University of West Georgia); Timothy J. Evans (College of William & Mary); Duncan Faherty (CUNY); Laura Fine (Meredith College); Daniel Fineman (Occidental Col- lege); Pat Gantt (Utah State University); Xiongya Gao (Southern University at New Orleans); Becky Jo Gesteland (Weber State University); Paul Gilmore (Rutgers University); Len Gougeon (University of Scranton); Carey Goyette (Clinton Community College); Sarah Graham (University of Leicester); Alan Gravano (Marshall University); James N. Green (Library Com pany of Philadelphia); Laura Morgan Green (Northeastern University); John Gruesser (Kean University); Bernabe  G. Gutierrez (Laredo Community College); Julia Hans (Fitchburg State University); Stephanie Hawkins (Uni- versity of North Texas); Catherine F. Heath (Victoria College); Roger Hechy (SUNY Oneonta); Terry Heller (Coe College); Carl Herzig (St.  Ambrose University); Eric Heyne (University of Alaska– Fairbanks); Thomas Alan Holmes (East Tennessee State University); Greg Horn (Southwest Virginia Community College); Ruth  Y. Hsu (University of Hawaii– Manoa); Kate Huber ( Temple University); Zach Hutchins (Colorado State University); Thomas Irwin (University of Missouri– St. Louis); Elizabeth Janoski (Lack- awanna College); Andrew Jenkins (College of Central Florida); Luke Johnson (Mesabi Range College); Mark Johnson (San Jacinto College); Paul Jones (Ohio University); Roger Walton Jones (Ranger College); Jennifer Jordan- Henley (Roane State Community College); Mark Kamrath (University of Central Florida); Rachel Key (El Centro College); Julie H. Kim (Northeast- ern Illinois University); Vincent King (Black Hills State University); Denis Kohn (Baldwin Wallace University); Gary Konas (University of Wisconsin– La Crosse); Michael Kowalewski (Carleton College); Michael Lackey (University of Minnesota– Morris); Jennifer Ladino (University of Idaho); Thomas W. LaFleur (Laredo Community College); Andrew Lanham (Yale University); Christopher Leise (Whitman College); Beth Leishman (Northwest MS Community College); Jennifer Levi (Cecil College); Alfred J. López (Purdue University); Paul Madachy (Prince George’s Community College); Etta Madden (Missouri State University); Marc Malandra (Biola University); David Malone (Union University); Matt Martin (Wesleyan College); Stephen Mathewson (Central New Mexico Community College); Liz Thompson Mayo (Jackson State Community College); David McCracken (Coker College); Kathleen McDonald (Norwich University); John McGreevy (Uni- versity of Notre Dame); Dana McMichael (Abilene Christian University); Sandra Measels (Holmes Community College); Eric Mein (Normandale Community College); Christine Mihelich (Marywood University); Deborah M. Mix (Ball State University); Aaron Moe (Washington State University); Joelle Moen (Brigham Young University– Idaho); Lisa Muir (Wilkes Com- munity College); Lori Muntz (Iowa Wesleyan College); Justine Murison (University of Illinois); Jillmarie Murphy (Union College); Harold Nelson (Minot State University); Howard Nelson (Cayuga Community College); Lance Newman (Westminster College); Taryn Okuma (The Catholic Univer- sity of Amer i ca); Stanley Orr (University of Hawai’i– West O’ahu); Samuel Otter (University of California–Berkeley); Susan Scott Parrish (University of Michigan); Martha H. Patterson (McKendree University); Michelle Paulsen (Victoria College); Daniel G. Payne (SUNY Oneonta); Ian Peddie (Georgia

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Gwinnett College); Aaron Matthew Percich (West Virginia University); Tom Perrin (Huntingdon College); Sandra Petrulionis (Penn State– Altoona); Christopher Phillips (Lafayette College); Kenneth M. Price (University of Nebraska); Maria Pollack (Hudson Valley Community College); Marty G. Price (Mississippi State University); Kieran Quinlan (University of Alabama– Birmingham); Wesley Raabe (Kent State University); Maria Ramos (J. Sargeant Reynolds Community College); Palmer Rampell (Yale University); Rick Randolph (Kauai Community College); Kimberly Reed (Lipscomb University); Joan Reeves (Northeast Alabama Community College); Eliza- beth Renker (The Ohio State University); Joseph Rezek (Boston University); Anne Boyd Rioux (University of New Orleans); Marc Robinson (Yale Uni- versity); Jane Rosecrans (J. Sargeant Reynolds Community College); Phillip Round (University of Iowa); Jeffrey Rubinstein (Hillborough Community College); Maureen Ryan (University of Southern Mississippi); Jamie Sadler (Richmond Community College); Gordon Sayre (University of Oregon); Jennifer Schell (University of Alaska– Fairbanks); Jim Schrantz (Tarrant County College); Joshua Schuster (University of Western Ontario); Marc Seals (University of Wisconsin– Baraboo/Sauk County); Carl Sederholm (Brigham Young University); Larry Severeid (Utah State University– Eastern); Anna Shectman (Yale University); Deborah Sims (USC and UCR); Claudia Slate (Florida Southern College); Brenda R. Smith (Kent State University– Stark); Martha Nell Smith (University of Maryland); Eric Sterling (Auburn University Montgomery); Julia Stern (Northwestern University); Billy  J. Stratton (University of Denver); Steve Surryhne (California State University– San Francisco); Timothy Sweet (West Virginia University); David Taylor (University of North Texas); Jan Thompson (University of Nebraska– Kearney); Robin Thompson (Governors State University); Marjory Thrash (Pearl River Community College); Nicole Tonkovich (UC San Diego); Steve Tracy (University of Mas sa chu setts– Amherst); Alan Trusky (Forence- Darlington Tech College); April Van Camp (Indian River State College); Joanne van der Woude (University of Groningen); Abram van Engen (Wash- ington University); Laura Veltman (California Baptist University); Eliza Waggoner (Miami University– Middletown); Catherine Waitinas (Cal Poly State University); Laura Dassow Walls (University of Notre Dame); Raquel Wanzo (Laney College); Bryan Waterman (New York University); Stephanie Wells (Orange Coast College); Jeff Westover (Boise State University); Belinda Wheeler (Paine College); Chris Wheeler (Horry- Georgetown Tech- nical College); Steven J. Whitton (Jacksonville State University); Elizabeth Wiet (Yale University); Jason Williams (Brigham Young University– Idaho); Barbara Williamson (Spokane Falls Community College); Gaye Winter (Mississippi Gulf Coast Community College); Kelly Wisecup (University of North Texas); Aiping Zhang (California State University– Chico).

THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF

AMERICAN LITERATURE

NINTH EDITION

VOLUME A : B EG INN INGS TO 1820

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Beginnings to 1820

QUESTIONS OF IDENTITY

In 1631, the En glish captain John Smith published Advertisements for the Unexperienced Planters of New Eng land, or Any Where: Or, the Path- way to Experience to Erect a Plantation, the last and most polished of his works. Smith had been instrumental in the 1607 founding of Jamestown in Virginia, Eng land’s "rst long- lived American settlement, and he later pro- vided guidance for both the Pilgrims who established Plymouth in 1620 and the Puritans who founded the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony 10  years later. Reading Advertisements for the Unexperienced Planters now, when anticolonial and in de pen dence movements have made colonization justly suspect, Smith’s endorse- ment of En glish plantations in North Amer i ca strikes a discordant note. Smith anticipated such objections, for he heard them from his contemporaries. “Many good religious devout men have made it a great ques- tion, as a matter in conscience, by what warrant they might goe to possesse those Countries, which are none of theirs, but the poore Salvages [i.e., savages’],” he wrote. He considered the answer to this objection self- evident: “for God did make the world to be inhabited with mankind, and to have his name knowne to all Nations, and from generation to generation.” Although hardly a pious man, Smith saw God’s hand at work in Eng land’s seizing of the Amer i cas.

On a more mundane level, the dense population and soil depletion in Eng land seemed to Smith suf"- cient reason to take advantage of the fact that “ here in Florida, Virginia, New- Eng land, and Cannada, is more land than all the people in Christendome can

John White, Indian Village of Secoton (detail), 1585. For more information about this image, see the color insert in this volume.

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manure [i.e., cultivate], and yet more to spare than all the natives of those Countries can use and culturate.” The continent’s native inhabitants, he enthused, would “sell you a whole Countrey” in exchange “for a copper kettle and a few toyes, as beads and hatchets.” In his text, Smith did not consider that these “sales” might have been based on dif fer ent concepts of property, nor did he dwell on the deadly epidemics that decimated Native socie ties follow- ing the arrival of Eu ro pe ans. He based his arguments for colonization on the pre ce dents available in sacred and secular history. Adam and Eve established a plantation, Smith argued, as did Noah and his family after the dood, and so on through “the Hebrewes, Lacedemonians, the Goths, Grecians, Romans, and the rest.” Moreover Portugal and Spain had a one- hundred- and- forty- year lead on Eng land in terms of colony formation, and they were wresting great wealth from the people of the Amer i cas, who once had possessed the natu ral resources. It would be “neglect of our duty and religion” as well as “want of charity to those poore Salvages” to fail to challenge these Roman Catholic countries for control of the hemi sphere, Smith concluded. The dif"culty today of seeing Eu ro pean settlement as an expression of “charity” to the “Salvages” means that the “ great question” raised by the “good religious devout men” opposed to colonization remains fresh and vital.

In 1805, the Seneca orator Sagoyewatha, or Red Jacket, offered a Native perspective on colonization in an address to the missionary Jacob Cram that can serve as a rebuttal of Smith. “ There was a time when our forefathers owned this great island,” Sagoyewatha told Cram. “Their seats extended from the rising to the setting sun. The Great Spirit had made it for the use of Indians.” When “your forefathers” arrived, he continued, “they found friends and not enemies. They told us they had ded from their own country for fear of wicked men, and had come here to enjoy their religion. They asked us for a small seat. We took pity on them, granted their request; and they sat down amongst us.” Sagoyewatha went on to describe the devastating impact on Native Americans of the strong alcohol introduced by Eu ro pe ans and to relate how the once small colonial populations had grown and spilled over onto lands that the Natives had not meant to relinquish. He also challenged Cram on the relevance of Chris tian ity to Native communities, which, he stressed, had their own religious traditions. In addition, Chris tian ity hardly seemed a unifying force for good. “If there is but one religion,” Sagoyewatha asked, “why do you white people differ so much about it? Why [are you] not all agreed, as you can all read the book [i.e., the Bible]?”

In his 1782 book Letters from an American Farmer, the French- born writer J. Hector St. John de Crèvecœur posed another resonant question: “What is an American?” Crèvecœur offered his most explicit answer to this question in Letter III, where he described “the American” as a “new man, who acts upon new princi ples; he must therefore entertain new ideas, and form new opin- ions.” The American people were “a mixture of En glish, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans and Swedes,” he wrote, emphasizing that they farmed their own land and peacefully practiced vari ous faiths, including Roman Catholi- cism, Quakerism, and several forms of Protestantism. Crèvecœur’s descrip- tion captured impor tant aspects of late colonial society. In its early years, the American colonies were shaped by competing empires: the large ones— New Spain, New France, and the En glish colonies, including Virginia and New Eng land— and more modest efforts, such as New Netherland and New

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Sweden. In the eigh teenth century, even as Britain consolidated its empire in North Amer i ca, an indux of immigrants from Northern Eu rope produced in the mid- Atlantic colonies the par tic u lar mixture that Crèvecœur described. He contrasted this American “melting” of peoples with life in Eu rope, where national and religious divisions fueled chronic wars while lingering feudal systems and power ful states oppressed the common people.

Elsewhere in Letters, Crèvecœur complicated his idealized vision of Amer i ca as a place where Eu ro pe ans could liberate themselves from the constraints of the Old World. He noted the attractions of the frontier, a borderland where hunting surpassed agriculture as the dominant mode of life. In that contact zone, Eu ro pean Americans adopted the customs and habits of Native Americans even as they sought to supplant them. He also reported on the hierarchical plantation- based socie ties of the southern colonies, and the horrors indicted there on enslaved African Americans. His description of a caged slave is one of the most unforgettable passages in the book. In these se lections, the liberating potential of the New World is shown to have sharp limits, and the pro cess of nation- formation to have negative rami"ca- tions as well as positive consequences.

Letters from an American Farmer proved an immediate sensation, for it offered insights into what the emerging nation might become, and how the result might affect Eu rope. Though Crèvecœur was prob ably a Loyalist sup- porter of British rule, his work was greeted enthusiastically by po liti cal radicals in Eng land and Enlightenment philosophes in France, as well as by the American statesman Thomas Jefferson, who echoed Crèvecœur’s enthu- siasm for the yeoman farmer in his Notes on the State of Virginia (1787). After a period of relative neglect in the nineteenth century, Crèvecœur’s vision of Amer i ca was revived in 1908, when Israel Zangwill’s “The Melting Pot,” a play focused on recent waves of Eu ro pean immigration, became a smash hit. Readers embraced Letters as a classic of American lit er a ture pre- senting an archetype of American identity. Unfortunately, the resulting view of Letters highlighted the formation of white American identity while marginalizing nonwhites. In recent years, a more comprehensive approach to Crèvecœur’s work has emphasized the sections on slavery and white/ Native interactions on the frontier. Letters from an American Farmer offers today’s readers vivid accounts of assumptions and contradictions that helped shape the early United States and its lit er a ture.

Nearly four de cades after Letters from an American Farmer became one of the literary hits of the age of revolution, Washington Irving cast a backward look at this founding era in his tale “Rip Van Winkle.” Irving was born in 1783, the year that the Treaty of Paris brought a formal close to the Revolu- tionary War, and he was named for the Virginia planter and slave owner who led the Continental Army to victory and later became the "rst president of the United States. Irving was one of the earliest American- born authors to win international literary celebrity, which he achieved as an expatriate writer living in Eng land. The work that "rst made him famous was The Sketch Book (1819–20), a volume of stories and essays that includes his best- known tales, “Rip Van Winkle” and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” While these stories take place in the Catskill region of New York and there are two essays on Native American life and history, the bulk of the volume concerns En glish customs. This fact suggests the limits to revolutionary change in the

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literary world of Irving’s day. Despite the ambition of many writers to create distinctly “American” works, the lit er a ture of the United States remained oriented toward Eng land for de cades after in de pen dence.

“Rip Van Winkle” emphasizes continuity more than transformation, and it highlights the checkered quality of human nature rather than its poten- tial for radical new beginnings. Based on a German folktale and set in a sleepy Dutch village on the Hudson River shortly before the Revolution, the story features Rip, a slacker who embarks on a hunting expedition to evade his wife’s demands. In the mountains, he mysteriously "nds himself in the com pany of the En glish explorer Henry Hudson, who in 1609 traveled from New York Harbor as far as Albany, sailing up the river that now bears his name. Hudson and his men silently invite Rip to drink with them, and he soon falls into a deep and unnaturally prolonged sleep. When he returns to his village after a 20- year interval, the Revolution has passed, and Rip "nds much that is unfamiliar, as well as things that are uncannily familiar yet somehow dif fer ent. Frustrated, he bursts out, “Does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?”— and a version of his younger self is pointed out to him. This person turns out to be the son he left at home two de cades earlier, now grown up to be a man much like his father.

Irving invites his readers to consider the disorienting nature of social transformation. He particularly contrasts the quieter, slower colonial world with the bustle and clamor of the newly demo cratizing po liti cal culture. The story suggests that despite some obvious super"cial differences, not very much has changed, and that some of the circumstances that have changed have not necessarily improved. These central themes are captured in Irving’s description of how the image of King George III on the sign of the local inn has been repainted as George Washington. The sign offers a compelling sym- bol of how things can remain the same under neath even as external appear- ances transform. The excitement of radical change and the appeal of tradition and continuity that Irving explores in this story have been fertile themes for many American writers. Questions about the competing values and histori- cal narratives that shape American identities were as relevant for Irving’s readers as they had been two hundred years earlier for John Smith.

EXPLORING ORIGINS

The question of identity is often tied to the nature of origins. Most of the earliest surviving writings about the Amer i cas are narratives of discovery, a vast and frequently fascinating category of works that includes Samuel de Champlain’s chronicles of New France; Thomas Harriot’s descriptions of Native customs and natu ral resources in the Chesapeake Bay region; and— of great interest to Washington Irving— the account of Henry Hudson’s explorations written by Robert Juet, the sailor who later mutinied and set Hudson adrift in the bay that bears his name, never to be seen again. Irving’s retelling of the Hudson story in his History of New- York (1809) greatly mutes the brutality in Juet’s narrative to pres ent a colonial history that is notably relaxed and genial, while explic itly marginalizing Native Ameri- cans. Virtually all colonization narratives tell a story that is closer to Juet’s than to Irving’s. These works show that while some ele ments of induence

and exchange were peaceful, condict and vio lence were major forces shaping this new world. Individually and collectively, these writings demonstrate that “discovery” entailed a many- sided pro cess of confrontation and exchange among heterogeneous Eu ro pean, American, and, eventually, African peoples. It was out of encounters such as the ones described in these narratives that the hybrid cultural universe of the Atlantic world began to emerge.

In 1828, Irving published a biography of Christopher Columbus, the Gen- oese explorer who sailed across the Atlantic four times on behalf of the Spanish Empire. Columbus’s own writings provide a remarkable view into the radical changes that his voyage of 1492 set in motion. His Letter to Luis de Santangel Regarding the First Voyage (1493)—better known as the Letter of Discovery—was the "rst printed account of the territory that Eu ro pe ans later came to call Amer i ca. This riveting description of the unexpected marvels that Columbus and his crew encountered in the West Indies circu- lated widely throughout Eu rope. Columbus lavished praise on the stunning island mountains, the many dif fer ent types of trees and beautiful forms of vegetation, the rivers that appeared to be full of gold, and the fertile soil promising agricultural riches. He described the indigenous population as welcoming, loosely or ga nized, and largely defenseless. And in a harbinger of

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Columbus Landing in the Indies, from La Lettera dell’isole che ha trovata nouovamenta il re di’spagna, 1493. This woodcut was created to accompany a metrical version, by the Florentine poet Giuliano Dati, of the letter Columbus wrote describing his "rst voyage. The image is in ter est ing for its symbolic pre sen ta tion of Eu ro pean authority (in the person of Ferdinand of Spain) and its early conceptualization of what the Taino Indians looked like.

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things to come, he told how “in the "rst island that I came to, I took some of them by force.” He captured these Natives— and took some of them with him on the return voyage to Europe— with the idea that Eu ro pe ans and Natives could learn to communicate through gestures and, eventually, lan- guage. Before long, however, captivity in the ser vice of potentially peaceful exchange yielded to other types of coercion, including enslavement.

Perhaps it was one of Columbus’s original captives who in 1494 returned home to relate tales of a new world full of “marvels”— that is, the marvels of Spain, which were as unfamiliar to his Native audience as the marvels of the West Indies were to Columbus’s Eu ro pean readers. The man in ques- tion was a Taino Indian from the Bahamas, who had been baptized and renamed Diego Colón, after Columbus’s son. (Colón is the Spanish version of the family’s name.) Diego Colón and another captive served as transla- tors for a large party of Spaniards, around "fteen hundred, who arrived in the Ca rib bean early in November 1493. In the words of the Spanish histo- rian Andrés Bernáldez, who knew Columbus well and edited his papers, Colón regaled the other Natives with tales of “the things which he had seen in Castile and the marvels of Spain, . . . the great cities and fortresses and churches, . . . the people and horses and animals, . . . the great nobility and wealth of the sovereigns and great lords, . . . the kinds of food, . . . the festivals and tournaments [and] bull- "ghting.” Colón’s story catches in miniature the extraordinary changes that began to occur as natives of Eu rope encountered natives of the Amer i cas in a sustained way for the "rst time in recorded history.

Each group of peoples was of course the product and agent of its own his- tory and brought a unique sense of “real ity” to the encounter. For example, the year of Columbus’s "rst voyage was also the year of the Spanish Recon- quista, that is, the "nal defeat of the Islamic Moors of North Africa who had conquered Spain more than 700 years earlier. The Reconquista was just one phase of the centuries- long wars between Christian and Muslim empires that shaped Eu ro pean perceptions of, and actions in, the Amer i cas. Cap- tain John Smith had earned his military title "ghting in southeastern Eu rope against the imperial forces of the Ottoman Turks, then at the height of their power. There were recognizably imperial states in the Amer i cas as well. In the two centuries before Columbus’s voyage, the Aztecs had consolidated an empire in pres ent- day Mexico, and over the course of the fourteenth century the Inca Empire had expanded to encompass territory from what is now southern Colombia to Chile. Because of the Aztec and Inca presences, the view of Eu ro pean conquest as a contest of empires is particularly strong in Spanish accounts. The conquistador Hernán Cortés described the sophis- tication and wealth that existed in the Aztec capital, Tenochtitlán, before he ordered his forces to destroy it. In a more muted way, Smith portrayed En glish interactions with the Powhatan Indians as the product of their com- peting imperial proj ects, with Chief Powhatan undertaking to absorb the En glish newcomers within his expanding area of induence while Smith strug gled to establish dominance.

When the Eu ro pe ans arrived in the Amer i cas, the indigenous people num- bered between "fty million and one hundred million. Mass deaths among the indigenous communities facilitated Eu ro pean expansion. Almost liter- ally from 1492, Native peoples started to die in large numbers. Whole pop-

ulations plummeted as diseases such as smallpox, measles, and typhus spread throughout the Ca rib bean and then on the mainland of Central and South Amer i ca. These diseases became even more lethal as a consequence of war, enslavement, brutal mistreatment, and despair. The rapid introduction of slavery of Native Americans by Eu ro pe ans, which Columbus helped initi- ate, redects both historical practices and con temporary developments. The word “slave” derives from “Slav,” which refers to speakers of Slavic languages, in central and eastern Eu rope; many Slavs were taken as property by Spanish Muslims in the ninth century. Race- based slavery emerged shortly before Columbus’s "rst voyage: the Eu ro pean slave trade in Africa began in 1441, and in 1452 Pope Nicholas V authorized the enslaving of non- Christians. In 1500 slavery was a common form of labor, with variants around the globe, including in Africa and the Amer i cas. Columbus had intended to create a market in enslaved Americans, and a substantial number of Natives were taken as slaves, but ultimately this proj ect failed because too many Native people died. Eu ro- pe ans began transporting small numbers of enslaved Africans to the Amer i cas shortly after arriving there. Those numbers soon multiplied, and the social and cultural features of this new world became even more complex as the slaves introduced the arts and traditions of vari ous African socie ties.

The impacts in the Amer i cas of disease and of slavery can be seen in min- iature in the history of the Ca rib bean island Hispaniola. The population of Hispaniola (estimated at between one hundred thousand and eight million in 1492) plunged following the Spanish occupation, partly through disease

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New World Natives, from an anonymous German woodcut, c. 1505. The text accompany- ing this detailed early illustration comments on Native Americans and their customs, praising their physical appearance and healthfulness as well as their distaste for both private property and public government. Only in passing does it assert that they kill and eat their enemies, smoking the dead bodies above their "res, as on closer inspection the woodcut indicates.

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and partly through abuses of the encomienda system, which gave individual Spaniards claims to Native labor and wealth. Faced with this sudden decline in Native workers, Spain introduced African slavery there as early as 1501. In 1522, the "rst major slave rebellion in the Amer i cas took place on the island, when enslaved African Muslims killed nine Spaniards. From this point forward, slave re sis tance became commonplace. Nevertheless, by the mid- sixteenth century the Native population had been so completely dis- placed by African slaves that the Spanish historian Antonio de Herrera called the island “an ef"gy or an image of Ethiopia itself.” Hispaniola was the lead- ing edge of broader devastations and transformations; colonization, disease, and slavery had similarly sweeping effects in many parts of the Amer i cas.

It would be inaccurate to picture indigenous Americans as merely victims suffering an inexorable decline. The motif of the “vanishing Indian” that became prominent in the early nineteenth century misrepresents historical realities, which involved unevenly textured cultural developments. Some indigenous Americans made shrewd use of the Eu ro pean presence to for- ward their own aims. In 1519, the disaffected Natives in the Aztec Empire threw in their lot with Cortés because they saw a chance to settle the score with their overlord, Montezuma. In New Eng land, the Pequot War of 1637 involved a similar alignment on the En glish side of such tribes as the Nar- ragansetts and the Mohegans, who had grievances with the militarily aggres- sive Pequots. The Powhatans of the Chesapeake Bay region and the Iroquois in the Northeast seized on Eu ro pean technology and the Eu ro pean market, adopting novel weaponry (the gun) and incorporating new trade goods into their networks as a means of consolidating advantages gained before the arrival of the colonists. Beginning in the eigh teenth century, the Coman- ches built an empire that dominated other Native groups and contested Eu ro pean (and later United States and Mexican) power in the southern plains and southwestern regions of North Amer i ca. Above all, Native socie- ties were not static. Even as their populations shrank, indigenous Americans resisted, transformed, and exploited the cultural and social practices that Eu ro pe ans and Africans brought to the Amer i cas. Eventually, these resilient, resourceful peoples embraced writing and print to protect their communities, advance their interests, and convey their vital place in the world.

Meanwhile, the African population in the Amer i cas was expanding. Although free blacks were a growing presence, most of the Africans were slaves who were often forced into heterogeneous groups that brought together members of vari ous cultures speaking distinct languages. Under the harsh conditions of Eu ro pean domination, they created new forms of expression that retained ties to their cultures of origin. One notable instance of this dynamic pro cess involves the West African "gure of Esu Elegbara, the guardian of the crossroads and interpreter of the gods, who appears in works of verbal art created in African communities throughout the Amer i- cas. Esu features in narrative praise poems, divination verses, lyrical songs, and prose narratives and is particularly connected with matters of height- ened (that is, “literary”) language and interpretation. By the eigh teenth century, many African Americans practiced Chris tian ity, and the Bible pro- vided a stock of characters and rhetorical postures that they used to artic- ulate their experiences and worldviews and to advocate for their freedom.

LITERARY BACKGROUNDS AND CONSEQUENCES OF 1492

Apart from the literatures of ancient Greece and Rome, few of the works now regarded as classics of Eu ro pean lit er a ture had been produced when Columbus sailed in 1492. Those that did exist can be grouped into a few genres. There were epic poems, such as Beowulf (En glish), The Song of Roland (French), and Dante’s Divine Comedy (Italian); chivalric romances, including Sir Gawain and the Green Knight (En glish); shorter romances, such as the lais of Marie de France; story sequences, including the Italian writer Boccac- cio’s Decameron and the En glish poet Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales; sacred lyric poems, such as by Hildegard of Bingen; and sonnets, notably those by the Italian poet Petrarch, who honed the form into a major genre that, dur- ing the Re nais sance, Shakespeare made impor tant to En glish lit er a ture. Aristotle’s and Cicero’s works were already widely known, and the revival of Greco- Roman classics that characterized the Re nais sance was on the horizon. Augustine’s Confessions was among the broadly induential works of sacred prose, while secular chronicles and histories attracted many readers. In 1300, Marco Polo’s account of his travels to China began to circulate; The Travels of Sir John Mandev ille, a fabulous account of a journey through the Middle East and beyond, appeared "ve or six de cades later. Published in manuscript before the Gutenberg printing press was in ven ted around 1440, both works are thought to have induenced Christopher Columbus’s writings about his “new world.”

Beginning with the publication in 1493 of Columbus’s Letter of Discovery, the printing press became part of the engine driving Eu ro pean expansion in the Amer i cas. Explorers and adventurers produced a large and intrigu- ing body of lit er a ture that communicated the won ders of the new world, described Native socie ties with varying degrees of accuracy and apprecia- tion, and offered explanations and justi"cations for numerous colonial proj- ects. In some cases, notably that of the Spanish friar Bartolomé de las Casas, writers also testi"ed about the atrocities being committed against Native peoples. Print increasingly made pos si ble the dissemination of texts rich with imagery and practical knowledge, helping to stir individual imag- inations and national ambitions with regard to the West Indies and the Amer i cas and, in a few instances, seeking to limit the negative impact of colonization on indigenous Americans.

Cataclysms such as the devastation of the Indies and the Conquest of Mex- ico produced not only the Spanish narratives of Columbus, Cortés, and Las Casas but also Native responses. For example, in 1528 anonymous Native writers, working in the Nahuatl language of the Aztecs but using the Roman alphabet introduced by the Spanish, lamented the fall of their capital to Cortés:

Broken spears lie in the roads; we have torn our hair in our grief. The houses are roodess now, and their walls are red with blood.

No one reading these four lines will easily glorify the conquest of Mexico or of the Amer i cas more generally. Such testimonies offer an essential outlook

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on this painful history. The se lections in this volume grouped under “First Encounters: Early Eu ro pean Accounts of Native Amer i ca” offer both Eu ro- pean and indigenous perspectives. So, for instance, the excerpt from Rob- ert Juet’s narrative of Hudson’s third voyage, published in 1625, relates the same events as the Delaware narrative that John Heckewelder recorded from his Native sources in the early nineteenth century— which in turn also pro- vides an impor tant perspective on the narrative of these events offered, later in the volume, by Heckewelder’s con temporary Washington Irving.

At the time of conquest Native Americans had rich oral cultures that valued memory over material means of preserving texts. There were some impor tant exceptions. The Aztecs and a few other groups produced written works in their own languages, though Spanish conquerors destroyed many of the amoxtli and other types of Native “books.” Many indigenous communi- ties used visual rec ords in subtle and sophisticated ways, with a notable example being the Andean quipu, a type of knotted string. North Amer i can recording devices included shellwork belts, known as wampum, and painted animal hides, tepees, and shields. The histories and rituals encoded in these devices were translated into spoken language in ways that had signi"cant parallels in what is sometimes called print culture. Scripture was regularly interpreted and delivered in a sermon in much the same manner as a wam- pum belt might be “read” at a treaty conference. Again, a printed narrative might be read aloud, similar to the way that Native tales were recounted; while hymns and ballads were designed for singing and provided an early contact point between Eu ro pean and Native verbal artists.

In addition to taking diverse forms, early American lit er a ture redects the linguistic and cultural range of the colonial world. Spanish, French, Ger- man and its variants, and other Eu ro pean languages are prominent in the written archive about North Amer i ca, as exempli"ed here in works by writers such as Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca, Samuel de Champlain, Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, and Francis Daniel Pastorius. Dozens of Native languages left traces, which include evidence of at least eight creation narratives, with nota- ble examples being the Iroquois and Navajo creation stories included in this volume. Although En glish eventually became the main language in the United States, and thus the dominant medium of classic American lit er a ture, it was a late arrival in the Amer i cas. Likewise, although the New Eng land colonies, founded in the early seventeenth century, have conventionally been regarded as the central source of early American lit er a ture, the "rst North American settlements were established elsewhere many years earlier. The Spanish founded colonies at pres ent- day St. Augustine, Florida (1565), and Santa Fe, New Mexico (1610), and Dutch settlers established New Nether- land (1614), which came to include New York City and Albany (1614). All of these cities, which started as colonial outposts, are older than Boston (1630), which was not even the "rst permanent En glish settlement in North Amer- i ca. That distinction goes to the Jamestown colony, in Virginia (1607).

The writings of Thomas Harriot and John Smith about Virginia’s Chesa- peake Bay region are crucial to a full understanding of the English- language lit er a ture of the Amer i cas. Harriot produced the "rst account of Eng land’s new world in A Brief and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia (1588), which combines descriptions of marketable commodities, a detailed and often accurate description of Native beliefs and practices, and a narration

of how Wingina, the Algonquian headman on Roanoke Island, interacted with the En glish colonizers and sought to understand the devastating effects of the illnesses that followed in their wake. As noted earlier, John Smith was an enthusiastic and proli"c proselytizer for En glish colonization, instrumen- tal in the establishment of Virginia and induential as well in the founding of New Eng land. Smith epitomized those proponents of colonization who came from the underclasses in their native countries, and he made a power ful case for the opportunities that Amer i ca offered them. Energetic and con"dent, Smith could be subversive, even mutinous, in his writings as in his life. His works pres ent a vision of Amer i ca as a place where much that was genuinely new might be learned and created. This vision came to maturity in his writ- ings about New Eng land, and helped to shape what many regard as the most induential body of writings from the early period.

LITERARY NEW ENG LAND

The founding of Plymouth Plantation, in 1620, marks a new phase in the literary history of colonial North Amer i ca. The "rst months of the Plymouth colony were inauspicious. After landing on the raw Mas sa chu setts shore in November 1620, the Pilgrims braced for winter. They survived this “starv- ing time” with the essential aid of the nearby Wampanoag Indians and their leader, Massasoit. From these “small beginnings,” as the colony’s leader, William Bradford, refers to them in Of Plymouth Plantation (c. 1630), grew a community that later came to be invested with a symbolic signi"cance that far exceeded its size and remote location. The Pilgrims’ religious moti- vation for leaving Eng land is only part of the story. Backed by En glish investors, the seafaring migration was commercial as well as spiritual. Among the hundred people on the group’s ship, the May"ower, almost three times as many were secular settlers as were Separatist Puritans. The per sis- tent tension between the material and spiritual goals of the Plymouth colo- nists appears in many early writings about the region. For instance, Thomas Morton portrays this condict in values in New En glish Canaan (1637), where the Plymouth leaders appear not as holy men but as domineering and repressive antagonists of Morton’s colony at Ma-re Mount. Morton also conveys a dif fer ent sensibility about relations with the Natives, expressing little desire to convert them to Chris tian ity and focusing instead on joining with them in May Day festivities. Although Morton prob ably overstated the ideological differences and minimized the economic rivalry with Plymouth, the contrast suggests a spectrum of colonial responses to their new envi- ronment. In addition, Morton’s language redects a major strand in En glish Re nais sance writing, a playful style that contrasts with the plain style of Bradford and other Puritan authors.

Much larger than either Plymouth or Ma-re Mount was the Mas sa chu- setts Bay Colony, founded in 1630 by Puritans under John Winthrop. The Mas sa chu setts Bay colonists initially wanted to retain their ties with the Church of Eng land, leading to their designation as non-Separating Congre- gationalists, which distinguished them from the more radical Separatists at Plymouth. On other issues, they shared basic beliefs with the Pilgrims: both agreed with the Protestant Reformation leader Martin Luther that no pope

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The New- Eng land Primer (1690). Like other Protestants, Puritans believed that the Bible should be accessible to all believers, and to that end The New- Eng land Primer was designed for children learning to read. Benjamin Harris printed the "rst edition in Boston; a London edition appeared in 1701. Many more editions followed— though very few copies survived.

In the mid- eighteenth century, Benjamin Franklin’s Philadelphia print shop sold nearly forty thousand copies of its own later version. This page is from The New- Eng land Primer, a Reprint of the Earliest Known Edition (1899), edited by Paul Leicester Ford, which reproduces the one surviving, incomplete copy of the 1727 edition.

or bishop had the right to impose any law on a Christian without consent, and both accepted the Reformation theologian John Calvin’s view that God freely chose (or “elected”) those he would save and those he would damn eternally.

Puritans have a grim reputation as religious zealots, prudes, and killjoys. These conceptions stem from the Calvinist doctrine of election. However, counter to the ste reo type, Puritans did not necessarily consider most people damned before birth. Instead, they argued that Adam broke the “Cove- nant of Works”— the promise God made to Adam that he was immortal and could live in Paradise forever as long as he obeyed God’s commandments— when he disobeyed and ate of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, thereby bringing sin and death into the world. Their central doctrine was the new “Covenant of Grace,” a binding agreement that Jesus Christ made with all people who believed in him and that he sealed with his Cruci"xion, promising them eternal life. The New Eng land churches aspired to be more rigorous than others, and this idea of the covenant contributed to the feel- ing that they were a special few. When John Winthrop in A Model of Chris- tian Charity (written 1630) expressed the ideals that he wanted the colonists to embrace, he wrote that the eyes of the world were on them and that they should strive to be an example for all, a “city upon a hill.” In their respective histories of Plymouth and Mas sa chu setts Bay, Bradford and Winthrop wished to  rec ord the actualization of the founding dream, which was "rst and foremost a dream of a puri"ed community of mutually support- ing Protestant Christians.

In keeping with the doctrine of election, Puritan ministers typi- cally addressed themselves not to the hopelessly unregenerate but to the spiritually indifferent— that is, to the potentially “elect.” They spoke to the heart more often than the mind, always distinguishing between heartfelt “saving faith” and “historical,” or rational, understand- ing. While preachers sometimes sought to evoke fear by focusing on the terrors of hell, as the latter- day Puritan Jonathan Edwards famously did in his sermon “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” (1741), this method did not redect the exclusive—or even the main— tenor of Puritan religious life. The consid- erable joy and love in Puritanism resulted directly from meditation on Christ’s redeeming power. The

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The Tenth Muse. Anne Bradstreet’s "rst book appeared in London in 1650, with the title The Tenth Muse, Lately Sprung up in Amer i ca. There were nine muses in the clas- sical world. In 1678, this second edition of Bradstreet’s poems was published in Boston.

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minister- poet Edward Taylor conveys this ele ment of Puritan experience in his rapturous litany of Christ’s attributes: “He is altogether lovely in every- thing, lovely in His person, lovely in His natures, lovely in His properties, lovely in His of"ces, lovely in His titles, lovely in His practice, lovely in His purchases and lovely in His relations.” All of Taylor’s art considers the mirac- ulous gift of the Incarnation, redecting his typically Puritan sensibility. Similar qualities are evident in the works of Anne Bradstreet, a Puritan and the "rst British North American writer to publish a volume of poetry. Brad- street confessed her religious doubts to her children, but she emphasized that it was “upon this rock Christ Jesus” that she built her faith. The Puritan minister Michael Wigglesworth titled a poem The Day of Doom (1662), but concluded it with God joyfully embracing the saints in heaven.

A comparable emphasis on sacred feeling inhabits the poetry of the Mexi- can Catholic nun Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz and the narratives of the North American Quaker writers Elizabeth Ashbridge and John Woolman. Indeed, religious emotion provided a unifying factor for diverse denominations, lead- ing to the kind of melding that Crèvecœur would later "nd characteristic of American life. The closest thing in New Eng land to Crèvecœur’s ideal was in the Providence colony, which the Puritan theologian Roger Williams helped guide toward a more capacious understanding of religious freedom than was accepted in Plymouth or Mas sa chu setts Bay. Williams insisted that “christenings make not Christians.” In other words, as he interpreted the doctrine of election, rituals and displays meant less than inner faith. Accord- ingly, he helped make Providence a refuge for religious dissenters and out- siders, including Antinomians, Quakers, and Jews. He also worked hard— and for a time, successfully—to establish good relations with the region’s Nar- ragansett Indians. However, harmonious relations were shattered in 1675, when King Philip led the Wampanoags and their Narragansett allies to war against the colonies, with devastating effects on both sides. In her captivity narrative, the Puritan settler Mary Rowlandson movingly describes the mutual betrayal experienced by the indigenous people and the colonists.

Just over a de cade after Rowland’s captivity, King William’s War became the "rst in a series of condicts between New Eng land and New France that culminated in 1763 with Britain’s victory in the French and Indian War. During the intervening decades, colonists regularly fought alongside Eu ro- pean troops and Native allies. Eu ro pean state politics informed the "ghting, as did religious differences between Protestant Britain and Catholic France. The Jesuit Relations, vast chronicles of life in the borderlands of New France, redect the imperial and religious tensions. A 1647 narrative included in this anthology focuses on Isaac Jogues, one of the eight Jesuit missionaries killed by Natives, canonized (i.e., sainted) by the Roman Catholic Church, and sometimes referred to as the North American Martyrs. A 1744 narrative included here tells the life story of Kateri Tekakwitha, a Mohawk woman from central New York who in 2012 became the "rst indigenous American to be canonized by the Church.

Condicts between Protestant Eng land and Catholic France infused events that roiled Puritan communities as well, notably including the Salem witchcraft crisis of 1692. That famous and, in a certain sense, de"ning crisis redected complex transformations of colonial authority and identity.

Though small in comparison to the witch trials that took place in Eu rope and the British Isles in roughly the same period, the tragic events at Salem, which culminated in the execution of twenty people, loom large in part because of their distinctive features and overdetermined meaning. The trials unfolded as the new royal charter transformed Mas sa chu setts Bay from a colony to a province, shifting power to the metropolis. Meanwhile, rivals to Puritanism were becoming more vis i ble, not only in New France, but also in other British colonies with dif fer ent religious identities and competing understandings of the relationship between church and state. Mary land, established in 1634, had a strong association with both Catholi- cism and religious toleration, while Rhode Island, which had grown from Roger Williams’s settlement at Providence, was granted a royal charter in 1663. The founding of the Quaker colony of Pennsylvania in 1681 posed an especially strong challenge to the Bay Colony, both because of the rapid growth of Philadelphia into a major hub and because of Quaker- ism’s competing approach to Christian reform.

One of the most controversial features of Quakerism was its embrace of women’s religious leadership. This issue resonated in the colony that had banished Anne Hutchinson in 1638 and, some two de cades later, went on to execute Mary Dyer, a follower of Hutchinson who later embraced Quaker beliefs and returned to Mas sa chu setts to challenge its authorities. In 1661, shortly after the end of the Commonwealth and the restoration of the mon- archy, King Charles II rebuked the Bay Colony for executing Dyer and three male Quakers. Concerns about Puritan intolerance contributed to the new regime’s approach to the Mas sa chu setts charter, which unfolded over three de cades even as the monarchy underwent a sustained period of instability that culminated in the Glorious Revolution of 1688, when the Catholic King James II was replaced by the Protestant monarchs William and Mary. All these developments contributed in impor tant though indirect ways to the Salem proceedings.

Several men were executed during the Salem crisis, but the majority of the condemned were women. What’s more, the "rst person to be accused was the enslaved woman Tituba, who was practicing folk rituals with a group of Puritan girls when the “afdictions” began. Prob ably an Indian from the South American mainland, Tituba had arrived in Salem by way of Barbados. In 1656, that island had been the immediate point of origin of the "rst Quaker evangelists to Mas sa chu setts, who were accused of witchcraft and imprisoned. Though the Puritans understood what was happening to their community in dif fer ent terms than those suggested here, focusing their fears on the presence of the devil in Mas sa chu setts rather than on social, po liti cal, and religious pressures, their writings did at times redect an awareness that many forces indamed the crisis. Two se lections in this volume give some insight into this symbolically impor tant moment in early American literary history: the diary of Samuel Sewall, who had served as a judge in the Salem trials and went on to take an early stand against slavery, and the excerpt from Cotton Mather’s Won ders of the Invisible World (1693), which shows how an internationally renowned Puritan intellectual who was attuned to the new science sought to understand the nature of witchcraft.

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ENLIGHTENMENT IDEALS

The Salem witch trials proved to be a watershed moment, tied to dramatic social and economic changes during the late colonial period. These shifts were gradually matched by transformations in intellectual life. By the early eigh teenth century, scientists and phi los o phers in Eu rope and the Amer i- cas had posed great challenges to seventeenth- century beliefs. Many intel- lectuals now embraced the power of the human mind to comprehend the universe as never before. What is sometimes called the “modern era”— characterized principally by the gradual supplanting of religious worldviews by scienti"c and philosophical ideas anchored in experiential knowledge— emerged from efforts to conceive of human existence in new terms. These developments in science and philosophy, known generally as the Enlight- enment, did not necessarily lead to secularization. For example, Isaac New- ton and John Locke— respectively, the leading En glish scientist and phi los o pher of the age— both sought to resolve implicit condicts between their work and Christian tradition. Newton’s study of the laws of motion and gravity had the potential to undermine religious beliefs insofar as it revealed a natu ral order that was perhaps in de pen dent of divine power. Locke’s the- ory of the human mind as a tabula rasa, or blank slate, endowed with pow- ers of perception but without innate content, posed a direct challenge to established forms of Chris tian ity by calling into question the idea of origi- nal sin. Arguing that God worked in reasonable, not necessarily mysterious ways, these thinkers saw nothing heretical in contending that the universe was an orderly system whose laws humanity could comprehend through the application of reason.

Many Enlightenment scientists and phi los o phers deduced the existence of a supreme being from the construction of the universe rather than from the Bible, a view often called Deism. For many Deists, a harmonious uni- verse could represent the bene"cence of God, and this positivity extended to an optimistic view of human nature. Locke said that “our business” here on earth “is not to know all things, but those which concern our conduct,” prompting his followers to consider human actions and motives as worthy objects of study. The phi los o phers of the Scottish Common Sense school built on Locke’s insights about human faculties to propose that sympathy and sociability functioned as a kind of emotional glue that could unite communi- ties no longer held together by shared beliefs and traditional structures of authority. Indeed, they claimed that one’s supreme moral obligation was to relate to one’s fellows through a natu ral power of sympathy. Adam Smith’s Theory of Moral Sentiments (1759) was a notably induential contributor to this vein of social analy sis. Meanwhile, earlier modes of thought— for instance, Bradford’s and Winthrop’s penchants for the allegorical and emblematic, with every natu ral and human event seen as a direct message from God— came to seem anachronistic and quaint.

Interest in ordinary individuals as part of nature and society led to devel- opments in lit er a ture. While religiously themed works such as John Milton’s Paradise Lost (1667) and John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Pro gress (1678) remained popu lar, the novel began to take a recognizably modern shape in the early eigh teenth century. En glish novelists such as Aphra Behn, Daniel Defoe,

Samuel Richardson, Henry Fielding, and Laurence Sterne portrayed emotions and expe- riences with increasing direct- ness. In the colonies, the induences that were giving birth to the Anglophone novel also engendered new forms of descriptive naturalist and eth- nographic writing, exempli"ed here in se lections from Sarah Kemble Knight, William Byrd, Alexander Hamilton, Hen- drick Aupaumut, and William Bartram. The same condu- ence of intellectual and social developments also gave rise to non"ction works such as Ben- jamin Franklin’s Autobiogra- phy (written between 1771 and 1790).

Modernity has often been characterized as a radical break from faith- based forms of thought. Consider, how- ever, that both the religious Bunyan and the more secular Defoe were among Franklin’s literary induences. From the old to the new there were substan- tial continuities, as well as shifts that were more gradual than immediate. In the "rst half of the eigh teenth century, a number of religious revivals occurred in Eng land and Amer i ca, but they were fueled by the new empha- sis on emotion as a de"ning component of human experience. For exam- ple, the religious "res that burned from 1734 until about 1750  in what became known as the Great Awakening were directly produced by the Locke- inspired cult of feeling that was reshaping narrative prose. Now ministers, echoing the Enlightenment phi los o phers, argued that human- ity’s greatest pleasure— indeed, its purpose— was to do good for others and that sympathetic emotions might guarantee future glory. These ideas, a small part of earlier religious thought, acquired a new salience in connec- tion with revivalism.

The most signi"cant "gure in transatlantic revivalism was Jonathan Edwards, a leading minister and theologian who helped form this new culture with a series of “awakenings” in and around Northampton, Mas sa chu setts. Edwards’s description of these events in A Faithful Narrative of the Surpris- ing Work of God (1737) was hugely induential on the movement. Having read Locke, Edwards believed that if his parishioners were to be awakened from their spiritual slumbers they had to experience religion viscerally, not just comprehend it intellectually. In a series of sermons and treatises, Edwards worked to rejuvenate the basic tenets of Calvinism, including that of unconditional election, the sixteenth- century doctrine most dif"cult for eighteenth- century minds to accept.

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George White!eld, c. 1741, by John Wollaston. Transatlantic revivalist George White"eld preaching to a crowded meeting during the Great Awakening.

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Edwards insisted that such doctrines made sense in terms of Enlighten- ment science, and he developed what one literary historian has called a “rhe- toric of sensation” to persuade his listeners that God’s sovereignty was not only the most reasonable doctrine but also the most “delightful” and that it revealed itself to him, in an almost sensuous way, as “exceeding pleasant, bright, and sweet.” In carefully reasoned, calmly argued prose, Edwards brought many in his audience to accept that “if the great things of religion are rightly understood, they will affect the heart.” This “heart religion,” as it later came to be known, involved both the terrors of hell, which Edwards describes in the sermon “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God,” and the joy that his faith brought him, as he expresses it in his “Personal Narrative” (c. 1740) and his apostrophe to his future wife, Sarah Pierpont (written in 1723). In Edwards’s work, the pietist strains of Puritan writing— the embrace of emotion and its verbal expression— were ampli"ed and brought close to similar developments in secular lit er a ture. For example, the En glish writer Samuel Richardson’s novel Pamela; or, Virtue Rewarded (1740) was a favorite in the Edwards house hold.

The revivalists’ styles of worship proved more welcoming to Native Amer- ican and African American Christians than the Puritans’ styles had been. Nonwhites had greater opportunities for literacy and training for the minis- try, and mixed- race and nonwhite congregations were formed in increasing numbers. As a result, the Great Awakening fostered greater mingling of white, red, and black expressive styles in sacred song and speech— including hym- nody, whose dourishing during the period also contributed to the growth of secular poetry— and led to the writing of some of the earliest English- language lit er a ture by Native Americans and African Americans. The writ- ers John Marrant, Samson Occom, Hendrick Aupamut, Olaudah Equiano, and Phillis Wheatley emerged from this evangelical melding of cultures. At the same time, a parallel “Indians Great Awakening” revived indigenous spir- itual practices and helped catalyze the re sis tance of leaders such as Sagoye- watha, Pontiac, and Tecumseh to colonial military and cultural power.

PURSUING HAPPINESS

In the second half of the eigh teenth century, religion continued to play a major role in many colonists’ lives even as politics took on a new importance. After winning the French and Indian War in 1763, Britain consolidated its empire in North Amer i ca. To help pay for its war debt, the monarchy heavi ly taxed the colonies. Colonial resentments about increasingly heavy- handed tax policies escalated until April 1775, when the Battles of Lexington and Concord, both in Mas sa chu setts, began the American Revolutionary War against Britain. That summer, representatives from the thirteen British North American colonies convened a Second Continental Congress to take charge of the war effort. In the June 7, 1776, session of this Congress, Richard Henry Lee of Virginia brought a de cade of colonial agitation to the boiling point by moving that “ these united colonies are, and of a right ought to be, free and in de pen dent states.” Another Virginian, Thomas Jefferson, led a committee— including John Adams of Mas sa chu setts and Benjamin Frank- lin of Pennsylvania— that drafted a Declaration of In de pen dence, which was

issued on July 4. The heart of this document was the statement that “certain truths are self- evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” These words redect Jefferson’s reading of the Scottish Common Sense phi los o phers, particularly Francis Hutcheson and Lord Kames (Henry Home), who built on Locke’s work to argue that a moral sense is common to all humans. This universal sense of right and wrong justi"ed the overthrow of tyrants, the restoration of po liti cal order, and the establishment of new covenants— not, as Bradford and Winthrop would have argued, for the glory of God, but, as the Declaration argued, for the individual’s right to happiness on earth.

In January 1776 the young journalist Thomas Paine published his pam- phlet Common Sense, which proved hugely induential in tipping the scales toward revolution. Though Paine prob ably did not choose his title to allude to the Scottish phi los o phers who were so impor tant for Jefferson and other patriot leaders, his manifesto invoked similar ideas. In arguing that separa- tion from Eng land was the colonists’ only reasonable course and that “the Almighty” had planted these feelings in us “for good and wise purposes,” Paine appealed to basic tenets of the Enlightenment. He had emigrated from Eng land to Amer i ca in 1774 with a letter of recommendation from Benja- min Franklin. Franklin was, among many other things, a successful news- paper editor and printer, and Paine was quickly hired to edit the Pennsylvania Magazine, one of the new periodicals transforming the literary scene. The "rst newspaper in the colonies had appeared in 1704, and by the time of the Revolution there were almost "fty papers and forty magazines. Paine’s mag- azine work helped shape a plain style that proved effective in catalyzing revolution. He was the most prominent of a number of writers who took

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advantage of the transformation in print culture that was to make modern authorship pos si ble.

After the former colonists’ victory over the British in 1783, people from greatly dif fer ent backgrounds and of varied nationalities now found reasons to call themselves “Americans.” Amer i ca, as Washington Irving would later note, was a “logocracy,” a polity based in and governed by words, and the po liti cal events of the 1770s presented a distinctive opportunity for writers. The most signi"cant works of the period are po liti cal writings, and among the most notable of these are the essays that the statesmen Alexander Ham- ilton, John Jay, and James Madison wrote for New York newspapers in 1787–88

Syllabus of lectures from the Young Ladies’ Acad emy, in Philadelphia, 1787. Educa- tional opportunities for girls expanded after the American Revolution. The Young Ladies’ Acad emy opened in 1787, attracting great interest from leaders in what was then the nation’s capital.

in support of the new federal Constitution, which are collectively known as The Federalist or The Federalist Papers. The impact of the revolution on the rise of early national lit er a ture can also be seen in the career of Philip Freneau, who aspired to be a full- time writer, combining journalism with belles lettres. Though he failed to sustain himself with his pen, Freneau made numerous contributions to the lit er a ture of the Revolution. His vol- ume Poems Written Chie"y during the Late War (1786) contains notable patriotic works, and his later po liti cal poetry includes a tribute to Thomas Paine.

Women writers, too, expressed a revolutionary po liti cal sensibility. In the most famous letter of her lively and informative correspondence with her husband, John, Abigail Adams exhorted the Second Continental Congress to “remember the Ladies” in the new code of laws they were then framing. John and his fellows largely failed to heed Abigail’s call. However, inspired by Enlightenment ideals of reason and equality, women such as Annis Boudinot Stockton, Judith Sargent Murray, Susanna Rowson, and Hannah Webster Foster wrote works exploring women’s rights as citizens. Murray tackled the subject in her essays on the intellectual capacities of women, whereas Stockton’s poems, as well as the writings of Rowson and Foster, explored the social and legal constraints on women and considered their right to be equal partners in the new nation’s demo cratic experiment. Like such self- consciously “American” productions as Royall Tyler’s play The Contrast ("rst performed 1787) and Franklin’s Autobiography, these works mark the beginning of a new sense of national identity.

Not all the responses to the new order were enthusiastic or uncritical. For example, "ction offered an ave nue for biting social critique. Often consid- ered the "rst American novel, William Hill Brown’s The Power of Sympathy was published in 1789, the year that the "rst government under the new Constitution was established. It tells an anti- utopian tale of incest and sui- cide. Charles Brockden Brown adapted the conventions of Gothic "ction to explore the dangers and limits of demo cratic republicanism in works such as his novella Memoirs of Carwin, the Biloquist (1803–05), a prequel to his better- known novel Wieland; or The Transformation: An American Tale (1798), which develops Carwin’s story in tragic ways. Rowson’s Charlotte Temple (1791) and Foster’s The Coquette (1797) were impor tant precursors of the many popu lar sentimental novels of the nineteenth century— most famously, Harriet Beecher Stowe’s antislavery novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin (1852)— that carried power ful social messages.

Perhaps the most hopeful aspects of the Revolution were represented by Benjamin Franklin, whose reputation continued to grow after his death, in 1790. As parts of his Autobiography appeared in print in 1791 and 1818— the full text " nally became available in 1868— Franklin increasingly came to represent the promise of the Enlightenment in Amer i ca. He was self- educated, social, assured, a man of the world, ambitious, public- spirited, speculative about the nature of the universe, and in matters of religion content “to observe the actual conduct of humanity rather than to debate super natu ral matters that are unprovable”— a stance that John Locke had earlier endorsed. Franklin always presented himself as depending on "rst- hand experience, too worldly- wise to be caught off guard, and minding “the main chance” (i.e., for personal gain), as a Franklinian character in Tyler’s

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The Contrast counsels. These aspects of Franklin’s persona, however, belie another side of him and of the eigh teenth century: an idealistic assumption about the common good. He absorbed this sense partly from the works of Cotton Mather, which he encountered during his Boston youth, and it forms the basis of the American Revolution’s great public documents, especially the Declaration of In de pen dence.

The Revolution established the United States as an in de pen dent nation with ideals such as freedom and equality that were both ambitious and deeply ambiguous. The only people who consistently possessed the right to vote in the new government were white men who owned property. Most African Americans were enslaved, and many Native communities were being pushed off their lands. Yet Revolutionary princi ples appealed to some writers who suffered from their limited application. In 1774, the year she was manumit- ted, the poet Phillis Wheatley wrote a letter to the Mohegan leader and Pres- byterian minister Samson Occom that was later printed in a dozen colonial newspapers. Here Wheatley posited that “in every human Breast, God has implanted a Princi ple, which we call Love of Freedom; it is impatient of Oppression, and pants for Deliverance.” Though they sometimes used lan- guage similar to Wheatley’s, Revolutionary leaders held condicting views about slavery. George Washington, the "rst U.S. president, freed his slaves in his will. Thomas Jefferson, the third president, liberated just "ve slaves, leav- ing the vast majority in bondage at his death. Benjamin Franklin owned slaves for many years. He embraced the antislavery cause late in life, and in 1787 became the president of the "rst abolitionist organ ization in the United States. John Adams, the second  U.S. president, never owned slaves and sought to gradually end the system through legislation, an effort that suc- ceeded in some places. Even Adams, however, was uneasy with the Quaker- led abolitionist movement, whose at times confrontational strategies he believed counterproductive. The rising urgency of the abolitionists redected changing realities. After the inventor Eli Whitney patented the cotton gin in 1794, the slave system gained a new lease on its brutal life. The end of the Atlantic slave trade in 1807 led, not to slavery’s eventual demise as Adams and many others in the founding generation had hoped, but to forms of enslavement that in some ways were even crueler than before.

The conditions for many Native Americans also worsened in the nine- teenth century. Various eastern tribes had sided with the British during the Revolution, driven by their vulnerability to colonial expansion. After the British defeat, they were exposed to the vengeance and greed of white Amer- icans. Entire tribes were systematically displaced from their traditional ter- ritories, pushed ever farther west, or forced onto reservations. In an effort to resist the United States’ encroachments on Native territory, the confederacy headed by Shawnee leader Tecumseh sided with the British in the War of 1812, a two- and- a- half- year condict that resolved issues left from the Revo- lution with a U.S. victory. Meanwhile, Tecumseh’s confederation collapsed after American forces killed him in 1813. “Indian Removal” was vigorously debated in the 1820s, with anti- Removal activism emerging as a major social movement. Eventually the movement failed, and Removal became the policy of the federal government.

In 1820, freedom and equality remained future prospects for multitudes of Americans. Many white men still could not vote unless they owned prop-

erty, though restrictions lessened more quickly over the next de cade as uni- versal white manhood suffrage became a real ity. Women could not vote, and while the educational opportunities for white women were expanding, their legal status remained sharply limited. They were wards of their fathers until marriage, at which point their legal identities were merged with their hus- bands’, so that they could not own property or keep any wages they earned. Yet many people embraced the idea that with the application of intelligence the princi ples of liberty could be extended and the human lot improved. This “progressive” or “perfectibilist” spirit was fostered in some places by newer liberal Churches such as the Unitarians and Universalists, as well as the more established Quakers. Imaginative energy dowed into extending the princi ples of liberty codi"ed by the Revolutionary generation and correcting a variety of institutional and social injustices. In addition to the causes pre- viously mentioned, post- Revolutionary social movements targeted the mis- use of prisons, the use of capital punishment, the existence of war, and the treatment of the blind and disabled. Many works of lit er a ture redected on this progressive sensibility, whether to foster it or to question its premises.

* While at the start of the period covered in this volume “Amer i ca” was

merely notional— and its lit er a ture even more so—by 1820 “American lit er- a ture” had come to mean something fairly speci"c: the poems, short stories, novels, essays, orations, plays, and other works produced by authors who hailed from, or resided in, the United States of Amer i ca. As this list of genres suggests, “lit er a ture” itself had come to resemble its con temporary meaning more closely than it did in 1492. Printed works had become far more acces- sible, giving rise to an increasingly robust literary marketplace that featured both locally produced works and induential writings from across the Atlan- tic. Technological innovations such as the cylinder press created sweeping transformations in the book market, and new kinds of writers ( women, Afri- can Americans, Native Americans, laborers) were "nding outlets for their creations. All the while American lit er a ture continued to be shaped by its formation in the Atlantic world’s crucible of cultures, its distinctive con"gu- ration of the sacred and the secular, the induence of the American Revolu- tion, and the intertwined histories of empire and nation.

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Peoples indigenous to the Amer i cas orally perform and transmit vari ous “literary” genres, including speeches, songs, and stories

1000–1300 Anasazi communities inhabit southwestern regions

1492 Christopher Columbus arrives in the Bahamas • An estimated 4–7 million Native Americans in what is now the United States, including Alaska

1493 Columbus, “Letter to Luis de Santangel Regarding the First Voyage”

1500 Native American populations begin to be ravaged by Eu ro pean diseases • Enslaved Africans begin arriving in small numbers

1514 Bartolomé de las Casas petitions Spanish Crown to treat Native American peoples as humanely as other subject populations

1519–21 Cortés conquers Aztecs in Mexico

1526 Spanish explorers bring "rst African slaves to South Carolina

1539 First printing press in the Amer i cas set up in Mexico City • Hernando de Soto invades Florida

1542 Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca, The Relation of Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca

1552 Bartolomé de las Casas, The Very Brief Relation of the Devastation of the Indies

1558–1603 Reign of Elizabeth I

1584 Walter Raleigh lands on “island” of Roanoke; names it “ Virginia” for Queen Elizabeth (sometimes called the Virgin Queen)

1603–13 Samuel de Champlain explores the Saint Lawrence River; founds Québec

1607 Jamestown is established in Virginia • Powhatan confederacy saves colonists from starving; teaches them to plant tobacco

1619 Twenty Africans arrive in Jamestown on a Dutch vessel as indentured servants; they are the "rst known Africans in a British colony

1620 May"ower drops anchor in Plymouth Harbor

1621 First Thanksgiving, at Plymouth

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1624 John Smith, The General History of Virginia, New Eng land, and the Summer Isles

1630 John Winthrop, “A Model of Christian Charity” (pub. 1838)

1630–43 Immigration of En glish Puritans to Mas sa chu setts Bay

1630–50 William Bradford writes Of Plymouth Plantation (pub. 1856)

1634 The "rst En glish settlers arrive in Mary land aboard The Ark and The Dove

1637 Thomas Morton, New En glish Canaan

1637 Pequot War

1640 Bay Psalm Book 1638 Anne Hutchinson banished from Bay Colony for challenging Puritan beliefs

1643 Roger Williams, A Key into the Language of Amer i ca

1642–51 En glish Civil War

1650 Anne Bradstreet, The Tenth Muse 1649 Execution of Charles I

1662 Michael Wigglesworth, The Day of Doom

1660 Restoration of British monarchy

1673–1729 Samuel Sewall keeps his Diary (pub. 1878–82)

1663 Royal Charter granted to Rhode Island (and Providence Plantation)

1675–76 King Philip’s War destroys power of Native American tribes in New Eng land

1681 William Penn founds Pennsylvania

1682 Mary Rowlandson’s Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration

1682–1725 Edward Taylor writing his Preparatory Meditations (pub. 1939, 1960) 1689–97 King William’s War ("rst of

four colonial wars involving France, Britain, and Spain)

1691 New royal charter creates the Province of Mas sa chu setts Bay, which includes Plymouth

1692 Salem witchcraft trials

1702 Cotton Mather, Magnalia Christi Americana

1718 French found New Orleans

1726–56 The Great Awakening

1741 Jonathan Edwards, Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God

1741 Vitus Bering discovers Alaska

1755–63 French and Indian Wars

1768 Samson Occom, A Short Narrative of My Life (pub. 1982)

1771–90 Benjamin Franklin continues his Autobiography (Part I pub. 1818)

1773 Phillis Wheatley, Poems on Vari ous Subjects

1773 Boston Tea Party

1774–83 John and Abigail Adams exchange letters (pub. 1840, 1875)

1775–83 American Revolutionary War

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1776 Thomas Paine, Common Sense 1776 Declaration of In de pen dence

1780s Annis Boudinot Stockton publishes poems in magazines and newspapers

1782 J. Hector St. John de Crèvecoeur, Letters from an American Farmer

1783 Britain opens “Old Northwest” (region south of Great Lakes) to United States after Treaty of Paris ends American Revolution

1786 Philip Freneau, Poems

1787 Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia • Royall Tyler, The Contrast

1787 U.S. Constitution adopted

1787–88 The Federalist papers

1789 Olaudah Equiano, The In ter est ing Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano

1789 George Washington elected "rst president

1790 Judith Sargent Murray, On the Equality of the Sexes

1791 Washington, D.C., established as U.S. capital

1797 Hannah Foster, The Coquette

1803–05 Charles Brockden Brown, Memoirs of Carwin

1803 United States buys Louisiana Territory from France

1812–14 War of 1812 (against Eng land)

1819 Washington Irving, Rip Van Winkle 1819 Spain exchanges the Florida Territory for U.S. assumption of $5 million in debts • Missouri asks to be admitted as a slave state, sparking a crisis resolved the next year through the Missouri Compromise

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Native American Oral Lit er a ture

T he languages, po liti cal economies, and religious beliefs of Native American peoples are extremely diverse, and so are their tales, orations, songs, chants, and other oral genres. Examples of oral works include the trickster tale cycles of the Winnebago Indians (or Ho- Chunks), Apache jokes, Hopi personal naming and grievance chants, Yaqui deer songs, and Yuman dream songs. Many genres have a religious or spiritual dimension, including Piman shamanic chants, Iroquois condo- lence rituals, Navajo curing and blessing chants, and Chippewa songs of the Great Medicine Society. Most of the works were not translated into alphabetic forms until long after the arrival of Eu ro pe ans, and the circumstances of their initial cre- ation and development are largely unknown. The use of written rec ords in the precontact Amer i cas was relatively circumscribed, and Eu ro pean conquerors sys- tematically destroyed the bodies of writing in places such as Tenochtitlán (pres ent- day Mexico City), leaving just a handful of the pictograph codices known as amoxtli to carry forward pre- Columbian practices. Other indigenous American recording devices include Andean quipu, which are colored, knotted strings used to repre- sent a numeric system. In North Amer i ca, painted hides or bark and wampum belts made of shell could serve as prompts for the recitation of tales or in treaty negotia- tions and other ceremonies. These nonalphabetic texts share some of the mne- monic and narrative functions of lit er a ture.

Although the term “lit er a ture” comes from the Latin littera, “letter,” and so has been linked to alphabetic writing, all lit er a ture has roots in the oral arts. In keeping with Aristotle’s Poetics (c. 335 b.c.e.), the earliest surviving work of literary theory, forms of Western lit er a ture have traditionally been grouped into lyric, which takes its name from the lyre, a stringed instrument used by the ancient Greeks to accom- pany a song or recitation; drama, which originated in the religious cultures of ancient Greece and the medieval Christian Church; and epic (more broadly, narra- tive), developed in and for oral per for mance. (The "rst works of Euro- American lit er a ture, the Vinland Sagas of the thirteenth century, are epics.) Rhe toric and oratory, which Aristotle treated separately from the other forms because of their prominent and distinctive place in ancient Greek culture, also involve the spoken word. There are parallels as well as differences between these Aristotelian genres and the types of oral lit er a ture created by the earliest American socie ties.

From "rst contact, Eu ro pe ans were intrigued by indigenous oral per for mances and sought to translate them into alphabetic written forms. Christopher Columbus and the explorers who came after him described the formal speeches of Native leaders, even though they often did not understand their meaning. Over time, Native artists taught Eu ro pe ans and Eu ro pean Americans to recognize other kinds of verbal art, such as creation tales and poetic songs. Eventually collaboration and indigenous authorship became more common. Today scholars are actively study- ing pre- Columbian history and art, and the sources and traditions of the most ancient texts from the American hemi sphere are gradually coming to be better understood.

The archive of Native American oral genres continues to expand as new instances are identi"ed in the written rec ord or transcribed in a modern form. The se lections in this cluster represent some genres that were common in the repertoires of many North American indigenous socie ties before 1820: creation and trickster tales,

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orations, and songs ( here rendered as poems). Native American creation stories serve Native cultures much as the Book of Genesis serves the Judeo- Christian world: they posit a general outlook and offer perspectives on what life is and how to under- stand it. All Native peoples have stories of the earliest times; reprinted here are two, one from the Iroquois of the Northeast and one from the Navajo of the South- west. Like creation stories, trickster tales are among the most ancient ele ments of Native American cultures, and they have survived because they provide both plea- sure and instruction. The term “trickster” is often used to describe a wandering, bawdy, gluttonous, and obscene "gure, a threat to order everywhere. Yet a trickster can also be a culture hero, one who long ago helped establish the order of the world that we know today, and in this way as well trickster tales resemble creation sto- ries. The qualities of this paradoxical "gure— both creator and destroyer of order— are on display in the se lection from the Winnebago trickster cycle included in this section.

Oratory was the "rst Native American genre that Eu ro pe ans recognized as a verbal art. Formalized speech is a common feature of human cultures, notably in diplomatic settings, whether a reception at a Eu ro pean court or a per for mance of an Iroquois condolence ritual. The formalized modes of address that Native Ameri- cans used in their early encounters with Eu ro pe ans were often lavishly described in narratives, such as the account of Sir Francis Drake’s voyage excerpted here. One reason such scenes were central in Renaissance- era accounts is that the writers were imitating classical historiography, with its emphasis on oratory. As set pieces in their narratives, the writers included moving and aesthetically pleasing speeches based more or less loosely on memory and other sources. “Powhatan’s Discourse of Peace and War,” by John Smith, and “King Philip’s Speech,” by William Apess, are reconstructed works that provide narrative drama in their original contexts and stand alone as effective examples of Native eloquence.

The poems included here were transcribed by Euro- Americans in the eigh teenth and early nineteenth centuries, redecting an evolving approach to Native American oral genres. While the three recorders of these works served as diplomats and, in one case, as a missionary, they took an active interest in indigenous verbal arts. At the time, a ballad revival in Britain had awakened a curiosity about oral traditions and popu lar culture, a curiosity that fed into literary Romanticism. Transcriber- authors took indigenous forms from their ritual or other per for mance contexts and brought them in written form to non- Native audiences. These transcribers often collaborated with the artists to pres ent something of the larger contexts and sig- ni"cances of the works to readers.

The se lections in this cluster illustrate the variety of ways that Native American oral lit er a ture has been experienced historically, and suggest some of the pleasures and complexities involved in its reception today. Whether reconstructed from mem- ory, recorded with the aid of a translator, or produced by Native authors, they provide insight into the verbal arts of pre- Columbian Amer i ca as they have sur- vived to the pres ent. The more modern works included here were created with the involvement of indigenous verbal artists, and their sources can be traced to the period before 1820 covered by this volume.

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STORIES OF THE BEGINNING OF THE WORLD

THE IROQUOIS CREATION STORY

T he people known collectively as the Iroquois (as the French called them), or the Five Nations (as the En glish called them), were made up of the Mohawk, Seneca, Oneida, Onondaga, and Cayuga nations. This confederacy may have formed in the thirteenth or fourteenth century. In the eigh teenth century, the Tuscarora of North Carolina joined the confederacy, which became the Six Nations. The heart of Iro- quois country lies in what is now upstate New York, west of the Hudson River. At dif fer ent times in its long history “the ambiguous Iroquois Empire,” as one scholar has termed it, extended around Lake Ontario, including parts of what is now Can- ada, and south into pres ent- day Pennsylvania. The Six Nations called themselves People of the Long house (Haudenosaunee in Seneca, Kanosoni in Mohawk), in ref- erence to their primary type of dwelling. Their long houses were about twenty feet wide and from forty to two hundred feet long, accommodating several families who shared cooking "res. The largest Iroquois towns included as many as two thousand people.

The Iroquois creation story exists in some twenty- "ve written or printed versions, making it one of the best- known instances of Native American oral lit er a ture. The Frenchman Gabriel Sagard "rst translated and transcribed the tale in 1623. Two centuries later, David Cusick became the "rst Native person to write it down. Cusick published the version included here on the eve of Andrew Jackson’s election to the presidency, and he was well aware of Jackson’s stated intention of “removing”

Atotarho. This is one of four engravings that David Cusick included in the second edition (1828) of Sketches of the Ancient History of the Six Nations. It shows the war chief of the Onondagas, Atotarho, said to be a sorcerer, with a twisted body and snakes in his hair. Several times Atotarho rejected pleas from the Great Peacemaker, Deganawidah, and his follower, Hiawatha, that he join them in uniting the Iroquois. Fi nally, after they healed him and combed the tangles from his hair, he agreed and became the traditional “"rekeeper”— tender of the sacred "re—of the Iroquois Confederacy.

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eastern Indians to lands west of the Mississippi. Perhaps because the Iroquois were under intensifying pressure from white settlement, Cusick’s version emphasizes the condict between the twins Enigorio, the good mind, and Enigonhahetgea, the bad mind. Although the story involves monsters and super natu ral events, Cusick calls the work a history, because it tells the history of the Iroquois Confederacy.

David Cusick was born around 1780 on the Oneida Reservation in central New York, in Madison County, to a Tuscorora family. His father, Nicholas, an impor tant leader among his people, was a Christian who had served on the American side dur- ing the Revolution. Educated by the missionary Samuel Kirkland, David Cusick became a physician and an artist. The woodcuts at the front of the second edition (1828) of his Sketches of the Ancient History of the Six Nations are his work. Cusick’s Sketches was well known in its time and served as an impor tant source for Henry Rowe Schoolcraft’s induential Notes on the Iroquois (1847), which shaped the liter- ary culture of the day. In his preface to that work, Schoolcraft wrote that “no nation of the widely spread red race of Amer i ca, has displayed so high and heroic a love of liberty, united with the true art of government, and personal energy and stamina of character, as the Iroquois.”

Part I of Cusick’s Sketches, excerpted here, deals with the foundation and estab- lishment of the Iroquois world. Parts II and III pres ent the ancient Iroquois as defending themselves against both monsters and other tribes by means that may have resonated with the Iroquois defense against expansionist Americans.

The Iroquois Creation Story1

A Tale of the Foundation of the Great Island, Now North Amer i ca;— the Two Infants Born, and the Creation of the Universe

Among the ancients there were two worlds in existence. The lower world was in great darkness;— the possession of the great monster; but the upper world was inhabited by mankind; and there was a woman conceived2 and would have the twin born. When her travail drew near, and her situation seemed to produce a great distress on her mind, and she was induced by some of her relations to lay herself on a mattress which was prepared, so as to gain refreshments to her wearied body; but while she was asleep the very place sunk down towards the dark world.3 The monsters of the great water were alarmed at her appearance of descending to the lower world; in consequence all the species of the creatures were immediately collected into where it was expected she would fall. When the monsters were assembled, and they made consultation, one of them was appointed in haste to search the great deep, in order to procure some earth, if it could be obtained; accordingly the mon- ster descends, which succeeds, and returns to the place. Another requisi- tion was presented, who would be capable to secure the woman from the terrors of the great water, but none was able to comply except a large turtle

1. The text is from the "rst edition of Sketches of the Ancient History of the Six Nations (1827). 2.  I.e., a woman, known as Sky Woman, who became pregnant without sexual activity. “Man- kind”: humans, although they have dif fer ent pow- ers than those of humans as we understand them. “The great monster”: or monsters, unde"ned

creatures. In other versions, the “monsters” are some type of familiar animal; here, Cusick con- veys the mystery and danger in the unformed uni- verse. 3. Other versions have Sky Woman either being pushed out of the upper world or accidentally falling.

came forward and made proposal to them to endure her lasting weight, which was accepted. The woman was yet descending from a great distance. The turtle executes upon the spot, and a small quantity of earth was varnished on the back part of the turtle. The woman alights on the seat prepared, and she receives a satisfaction.4 While holding her, the turtle increased every moment and became a considerable island of earth, and apparently covered with small bushes. The woman remained in a state of unlimited darkness, and she was overtaken by her travail to which she was subject. While she was in the limits of distress one of the infants in her womb was moved by an evil opinion and he was determined to pass out under the side of the par- ent’s arm, and the other infant in vain endeavoured to prevent his design.5 The woman was in a painful condition during the time of their disputes, and the infants entered the dark world by compulsion, and their parent expired in a few moments. They had the power of sustenance without a nurse, and remained in the dark regions. After a time the turtle increased to a great Island and the infants were grown up, and one of them possessed with a gentle disposition, and named Enigorio, i.e. the good mind. The other youth possessed an insolence of character, and was named Enigonhahet- gea, i.e. the bad mind.6 The good mind was not contented to remain in a dark situation, and he was anxious to create a great light in the dark world; but the bad mind was desirous that the world should remain in a natu ral state. The good mind determines to prosecute his designs, and therefore commences the work of creation. At "rst he took the parent’s head, (the deceased) of which he created an orb, and established it in the centre of the "rmament, and it became of a very superior nature to bestow light to the new world, (now the sun) and again he took the remnant of the body and formed another orb, which was inferior to the light (now moon). In the orb a cloud of legs appeared to prove it was the body of the good mind, (parent). The former was to give light to the day and the latter to the night; and he also created numerous spots of light, (now stars): these were to regulate the days, nights, seasons, years, etc. Whenever the light extended to the dark world the monsters were displeased and immediately concealed themselves in the deep places, lest they should be discovered by some human beings. The good mind continued the works of creation, and he formed numerous creeks and rivers on the Great Island, and then created numerous species of animals of the smallest and the greatest, to inhabit the forests, and "shes of all kinds to inhabit the waters. When he had made the universe he was in doubt respecting some being to possess the Great Island; and he formed two images of the dust of the ground in his own likeness, male and female,

4. I.e., she lands safely, without harm. 5. Other versions of the story have Sky Woman give birth to a daughter, who again becomes supernaturally pregnant (perhaps by the spirit of the turtle), and it is she who conceives the twins. The twins argue even in the womb, the Evil Twin deciding not to be born in the normal way but to burst through his mother’s side, which leads to her death. The theme of rival twins is widespread in the Amer i cas. 6. More commonly, the Good Twin is called Tharonhiawagon (Sky- Grasper, Creator, or Upholder of the Heavens), and the Evil Twin is

named Tawiscaron (Evil- Minded, Flint, Ice, Patron of Winter, or vari ous disasters). Cusick’s Enigorio is a rough translation of the Tuscarora word for “good- minded” into Mohawk, and his Enigonhahetgea is an equally rough translation into Seneca, Onondaga, or Cayuga of the Tusca- rora word for “bad- minded.” Cusick has prob ably changed the Tuscarora words best known to him into these other Iroquois languages because they were considered to be more prestigious than Tuscarora, the Tuscaroras having only recently joined the Iroquois Confederacy.

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and by his breathing into their nostrils he gave them the living souls, and named them Ea- gwe- howe, i.e., a real people;7 and he gave the Great Island all the animals of game for their maintenance and he appointed thunder to water the earth by frequent rains, agreeable of the nature of the system; after this the Island became fruitful and vegetation afforded the animals subsis- tence. The bad mind, while his brother was making the universe, went throughout the Island and made numerous high mountains and falls of water, and great steeps, and also creates vari ous reptiles which would be inju- rious to mankind; but the good mind restored the Island to its former con- dition. The bad mind proceeded further in his motives and he made two images of clay in the form of mankind; but while he was giving them exis- tence they became apes;8 and when he had not the power to create man- kind he was envious against his brother; and again he made two of clay. The good mind discovered his brother’s contrivances, and aided in giving them living souls, (it is said these had the most knowledge of good and evil). The good mind now accomplishes the works of creation, notwithstanding the imaginations of the bad mind were continually evil; and he attempted to enclose all the animals of game in the earth, so as to deprive them from mankind; but the good mind released them from con"nement, (the animals were dispersed, and traces of them were made on the rocks near the cave where it was closed). The good mind experiences that his brother was at vari- ance with the works of creation, and feels not disposed to favor any of his proceedings, but gives admonitions of his future state. Afterwards the good mind requested his brother to accompany him, as he was proposed to inspect the game, etc., but when a short distance from their moninal residence,9 the bad mind became so unmanly that he could not conduct his brother any more.1 The bad mind offered a challenge to his brother and resolved that who gains the victory should govern the universe; and appointed a day to meet the contest. The good mind was willing to submit to the offer, and he enters the reconciliation with his brother; which he falsely mentions that by whipping with dags would destroy his temporal life;2 and he earnestly solic- its his brother also to notice the instrument of death, which he manifestly relates by the use of deer horns, beating his body he would expire. On the day appointed the engagement commenced, which lasted for two days: after pulling up the trees and mountains as the track of a terrible whirlwind, at last the good mind gained the victory by using the horns, as mentioned the instrument of death, which he succeeded in deceiving his brother and he crushed him in the earth; and the last words uttered from the bad mind were, that he would have equal power over the souls of mankind after death; and

7. Humans. “Ea- gwe- howe”: Tuscarora term used by speakers of all the languages of the Six Nations; today, it simply means Indian or Indi- ans. 8. Cusick may have seen an ape or a depiction of apes ( there are no apes native to the New World) and deci ded to name them as the creatures made by the Evil Twin in contrast to the humans made by the Good Twin. Some later renditions of the Iroquois creation story also refer to apes at this point in the narrative. 9. Cusick perhaps means their nominal (named

or designated) residence. 1. I.e., the Evil Twin became so rude and obnox- ious that the Good Twin could not lead (“con- duct”) his brother to the appointed place any longer. 2. The Good Twin tells his brother that he can be killed by being beaten with corn stalks, rushes, reeds, or cattails. Cusick calls this a deception; other accounts treat it as a confession of weakness. Next, the Evil Twin admits that he would die if beaten with the antlers of deer.

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he sinks down to eternal doom, and became the Evil Spirit.3 After this tumult the good mind repaired to the battle ground, and then visited the people and retires from the earth.4

3. This event may redect an awareness of the Christian belief in the devil as the ultimate evil spirit, ruler over the lower depths.

4. Other versions go on to say that the Good Twin teaches the people how to grow corn and how to avoid harm by means of prayer and ritual.

THE NAVAJO CREATION STORY

T he Navajo language is closely related to that of some Canadian and Alaskan tribes, redecting the history of its speakers. The Navajo Nation, or Din’e— ”the People,” migrated to the Southwest from more northerly points somewhere between six hundred and a thousand years ago. There they learned farming and weaving from long- settled Pueblo peoples and silverworking skills from Mexicans. They were "rst called Navajo— from Apachu de Nabajo, or Apaches Who Cultivate Fields—by Spanish invaders in the sixteenth century. The Navajo Nation today is the second- largest indigenous group in the United States, outnumbered only by the Cherokees. It occupies an area in Arizona, New Mexico, and Utah larger than the combined area of Mas sa chu setts, New Hampshire, and Vermont.

The Navajo story of the “emergence” of the People and their establishment of a world is ancient and complex. It describes a progressive creation that occurs in four or "ve stages, depending on the version, and culminates in the emergence of the “glitter- ing world,” that is, the world we now inhabit. The tale highlights the constant work involved to develop and sustain relations of harmony and balance among the gods, the People, and all other sentient beings. Especially central is the cultivation of a relationship of harmony and balance between husband and wife, redected in the relationship between First Man and First Woman. The presence of the Nádleeh, that is, “ those who have the spirit of both male and female,” is impor tant to this balance. The Nádleeh are the "rst of "ve pairs of twins born to First Man and First Woman. They are either hermaphrodites or men performing what was regarded as women’s work, for which they are in no way stigmatized. Indeed, they are credited with creat- ing pottery and basketry, two arts of great signi"cance in Navajo culture.

Other impor tant relationships in the tale include the ties between the Din’e and the Hashch’ééh Dine’é, the Holy People, who are instrumental in creating human- kind and provide instruction in matters of life and death, teaching the Din’e about evil as well as good; and with the Kiis’áanii, that is, the Pueblo peoples. Animals and other nonhuman creatures play signi"cant roles in the tale, as when the trickster Coyote (Mai’i) produces a dood that threatens to wipe out the People.

The Navajo have produced a rich body of oral lit er a ture— narrative and poetry— including several written versions of the Navajo creation story. The earliest written version is from the late nineteenth century. Printed here is a con temporary retelling by the Navajo teacher and writer Irvin Morris. Born in 1958, Morris is a member of the Tobaahi, or Water’s Edge clan of the Navajo Nation. The recipient of an MFA in creative writing from Cornell University and a doctorate in American Indian Studies from the State University of New York at Buffalo, he teaches at Din’e Col- lege in Tsaile, Arizona. Morris begins his book From the Glittering World— a blend of history, "ctionalized memoir, and Navajo stories— with this version of the cre- ation story to situate the non- Navajo reader.

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Hajíínéí1

(The Emergence)

Alk’idáá’ jinni.2 It happened a long time ago, they say. In the begin- ning there was only darkness, with sky above and water below. Then by some mysterious and holy means, sky and water came together. When they touched, that’s when every thing began. That was the First World, which was like an island doating in a sea of mist. It was red in color and it was an ancient place. There were no people living there, only Nílch’i Dine’é,3 who existed in spiritual form. They could travel like the wind. There were also Hashch’ééh Dine’é, the Holy People, whose form and beauty we have inher- ited. There was no sun or moon, and there were no stars. The only source of light was the sky, which comprised four sacred colors and glowed with a dif fer ent hue and lit the world from a dif fer ent direction according to the time of day. When the eastern sky glowed white, it was considered dawn, and the Nílch’i Dine’é would awaken and began to stir in preparation for the day. When the southern sky glowed blue, it was considered day, and the Nílch’i Dine’é went about their daily activities. When the western sky was yellow, it was considered eve ning, and the Nílch’i Dine’é put away their work and amusements. When the northern sky turned black, it was considered night, and the Nílch’i Dine’é lay down and went to sleep. At the center of that First World, there was a place called Tóbilhaask’id4 where water welled up out of the ground in a great fountain, which was the source of three rivers dowing toward the east, south, and west. No river dowed toward the north, the direction of death and darkness. There were twelve groups of Nílch’i Dine’é dwelling in twelve places in that First World, with four groups living in each of the three directions. No one lived to the north. These Nílch’i Dine’é had lived there from the very beginning. They were called ants, drag- ondies, beetles, bats, and locusts, but they were spiritual beings, not insects or animals. The waters surrounding their world were inhabited by four power ful guardians, Tééholtsódii (the Water Monster) to the east, Dééhtsoh dootl’izh (Blue Heron) to the south, Ch’al (Frog) to the west, and Ii’ni’dzil ligai (White Mountain Thunder) to the north. These spiritual beings had lived peacefully and amicably in that world for a long time; but after a while trou ble arose, and it was because of adultery.5 The First World was a holy place, and the immoral be hav ior of the Nílch’i Dine’é angered the water guardians, who did not like what they saw. They did not like the deceit, jealousy, and turmoil that resulted from the debauchery. “Do you not like living here?” the guardians scolded. “Do you not value this place? If you cannot behave properly, then you must leave.” Three times they were warned by the guardians, but the Nílch’i Dine’é did not listen. When they

1. The text is from chapter  1 of Irvin Morris, From the Glittering World (1997). 2. A long time ago, they say, or it is said. Morris begins his written per for mance of the creation story with this traditional opening to remind his readers that he is telling a story told many times before. The editor is indebted to Irvin Morris for help with the annotations to this text.

3. Super natu ral or spiritual beings associated with wind or air. 4. Place where Streams Come Together; an ele- vated place such as a hill or mound, perhaps sug- gesting a raised fountain. 5. Even for spiritual beings, adultery destroys the harmony between husbands and wives.

6. Four, sometimes as two pairs of two, is an impor tant pattern number for the Navajos, signi- fying completion or wholeness. 7. Super natu rals of the earliest times, who were

precursors of today’s swallows. 8. Super natu rals who were the precursors of today’s grasshoppers.

corrupted themselves a fourth time,6 Ii’ni’dzil ligaii, the guardian being from the north, who hadn’t spoken before, said, “ Because you do not listen, you must depart at once!” But the Nílch’i Dine’é were lost in their wickedness and did not heed. Seeing this, the guardians were outraged and turned their backs on them; they refused to listen to excuses or pleas for forgive- ness. The Nílch’i Dine’é had to be punished. One morning they saw some- thing on the horizon. It looked like a ring of snowy mountains surrounding them, an unbroken wall of white higher and wider than they could dy across. When it came closer, they saw what it was. The water guardians had sent a great dood. Frightened, the Nílch’i Dine’é soared into the air and dew in circles until they reached the sky, but then they discovered that it was smooth and solid. They tried to break through the rigid surface, but they could not even make a scratch. Just as they were ready to give up in despair, a strange blue head emerged from the sky. “Go to the east,” it said. The Nílch’i Dine’é went to the east and dew through the narrow opening into a blue world, the Second World. There they looked around and saw that the land was barren and dat. They did not see anyone living nearby. Scouts were sent out to see if there were others like themselves further out, but after two days they returned saying they could "nd no one. But then, one morning, a small group of blue beings appeared. The Nílch’i Dine’é saw that these blue beings were like themselves— with legs, feet, bodies, and wings like theirs— and they realized that they could understand their language. The blue beings, who were Swallows,7 welcomed the newcomers and addressed them as kinsmen. They promised to be friends and allies forever, but before long one of the Nílch’i Dine’é took liberties with the head Swal- low’s wife. That treachery was quickly discovered, and bad feelings imme- diately arose. “Traitors!” the Swallows cried. “We took you in as friends and relatives, and this is how you repay us? Could this be why you were asked to leave the lower world?” The Swallows demanded that they leave immediately, and once again the Nílch’i Dine’é took dight. Once again they encountered a solid sky and could not "nd an entrance. Just when they were about to give up, a white head mysteriously appeared. “Go to the south,” it said. There the locusts led them into the Third World, which was white, through a crooked opening. Again scouts were sent out, and again they found noth- ing. But in time they discovered that this world was inhabited by Grasshop- pers.8 The Nílch’i Dine’é begged the Grasshoppers to let them stay. As before, the hosts addressed the Nílch’i Dine’é as friends and kin and mingled with them. All went well for a while, but then one of the Nílch’i Dine’é grew weak and committed adultery with the wife of a Grasshopper. The Grasshoppers were incensed and told the Nílch’i Dine’é to leave. This time, when they encountered the impenetrable sky, a red head materialized. “Go to the west,” it said. When they entered into the Fourth World through a winding entrance hole in the west, they saw that it was black and white. No one greeted them. The land appeared empty. But they saw four great snow- capped mountains in the distance: one to the east, another to the south, a third to the west, and the fourth to the north. The scouts were dispatched to see if anyone

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9. Kiis’áanii means “ People Who Live in Upright Houses.” The ancient Pueblo peoples lived in vari ous structures, including pit- houses with

roofs supported by upright timbers. 1. The Hashch’ééh Dine’é, mentioned in the opening lines of the tale.

lived on those mountains, but they failed to reach the "rst three. When they went to the northern mountain, however, they returned with fascinating news. A strange group of beings lived there, dwelling in holes in the ground. These were Kiis’áanii, the Pueblo peoples, who were living in pit- houses.9 The Nílch’i Dine’é immediately set out to greet the inhabitants of this new land, who welcomed them and prepared a feast of corn, squash, pumpkins, and beans. This time, the Nílch’i Dine’é resolved to behave themselves. And true to their word, they conducted themselves well, and their days passed uneventfully. Then one day a voice was heard calling from the east. Three times the voice called, each time coming closer. Upon the fourth call, four mysterious beings appeared. They were Holy People: White Body, who is called Hashch’éélti’í (Talking God); Blue Body, known as Tóneinilii ( Water Sprinkler); Yellow Body, called Hasch’éélitsoi (Calling God); and Black Body, referred to as Hashch’é lizhin (Fire God). These Holy People did not speak, but they tried to communicate with motions and gestures. However, the Nílch’i Dine’é did not understand them. Thus the Holy People appeared, four times over four days. On the fourth day, when the Nílch’i Dine’é still could not understand the signs, Black Body " nally spoke: “We want to make more people, but in forms that are more pleasing to us,” he said. “You have bodies like us, but you also have the teeth, feet, and claws of insects and four- leggeds. And you smell bad. But "rst, you must purify yourselves before we return.” And so the Nílch’i Dine’é washed themselves and dried their limbs with sacred cornmeal, white for men and yellow for women. On the twelfth day the deities returned, bringing with them two buckskins and two ears of corn. Blue Body and Black Body carried two buckskins, one of which they laid on the ground. Yellow Body carried two perfect ears of corn, white and yellow, and laid them on the buckskin. The second buckskin was placed over the corn and the Nílch’i Dine’é were told to stand back, and the sacred wind entered between the buckskins. As the wind blew, Mirage People appeared and walked around the buckskins. On the fourth turn, the ears of corn moved. When the buckskin was lifted, a man and woman lay where the ears of corn had been. The white ear had been turned into a man and the yellow ear had been turned into a woman. These were Áltsé Hastiin and Áltsé Asdzáán, First Man and First Woman. These were the "rst real people, "ve- "ngered beings, and they were made in the image of the Holy People.1 The Holy People then instructed these new people to build a shelter. First Man and First Woman entered the shelter and thus became husband and wife. First Man was given a rock crystal— the symbol of clear thought—to burn for "re, and First Woman was given turquoise— which represents the power of speech—to burn. In four days a pair of twins were born to them, and these "rst children were Nádleeh, those who have the spirit of both male and female. Only the "rst pair were like that. In four days another pair of twins were born, and so on. In all, "ve pairs of twins were born to them. Four days after the birth of the pair of twins, the Holy People took First Man and First Woman away to the east, to the sacred mountains where they dwelt. There, First Man and First Woman remained for four days. When they returned, the Holy People then took all their children to the east and kept them for

2. House God and Talking God, respectively, although these gods also have other names. 3. Like the Holy People, super natu ral beings. 4. Power ful godlike creatures. 5. In other versions of the story, First Woman’s

remark is a very bawdy suggestion that not First Man but joosh (the vagina) is, by her indirect rea- soning, responsible for successful hunting and the provision of food. First Man’s response rep- resents an excessive loss of self-control.

four days too. It is during this time that they all received instructions from the Holy People. They learned how to live a good life and to conduct them- selves in a manner be"tting their divine origins. But because the Holy People were capable of good and evil, they also learned about the terrible secrets of witchcraft as well. After they returned, First Man and First Woman were occasionally seen wearing masks resembling Hashch’éhooghan and Hashch’éélti’í.2 While thus attired they were holy and they prayed for good things for the people: long life, ample rain, and abundant harvests. Those ceremonies were passed on to bless and protect future generations; the prayers, songs, and rituals have not changed from that time. When it came time to marry, the children of First Man and First Woman joined with the Kiis’áanii and the children of the Mirage People3 and others. In four days, children were born to these couples, and in four days those descendants bore offspring also. Soon the land was populated with the growing progeny of First Man and First Woman. They planted great "elds of corn and other crops. They also built an earthen dam, and the Nádleeh were appointed to be its guardians; while they watched over the dam they created beautiful and useful things, pottery and basketry, and the people praised these inven- tions. For eight years they lived in comfort and peace. Their days passed uneventfully. Then one day, they saw a strange thing: they saw the sky reach down, while at the same time the earth rose up to meet it. From the point of their union sprang two beings now known as Coyote and Badger,4 the children of the sky. Their arrival portended both good and bad things for the people. The people prospered for many years, but one day First Woman and First Man had an argument. First Man was a great hunter and provided much food, but First Woman made an ungrateful remark that insulted and greatly angered First Man.5 He left her and went to the other side of the "re and remained there all night. In the morning First Man called together all the men and told them about First Woman’s insult. “Let’s teach the women a lesson,” he said. “We shall gather our tools and belongings and move away. They’ll learn they can’t get along without us after all.” The men agreed and gathered up their tools and all the things they had made. First Man, recall- ing the industriousness of the Nádleeh, invited them to come along, and they brought their grinding stones, baskets, cooking utensils, and other useful implements. The men crossed the river and quickly set up a new camp. They cut brush and built new shelters and hunted. When they were hungry, the Nádleeh cooked for them. Across the river, the planted "elds they had left behind were ripening. Soon the women harvested corn and other crops and made ready for the winter. Their harvest was abundant and they ate well. They pitied the men, who had to do without fresh corn, squash, and beans. In the eve nings, they came down to the river and called to the men and taunted them. “How are you getting along over there? Do you remember the taste of roasted corn?” The men had brought seeds with them, but since it was so late in the season, they had not planted. That winter they ate mostly cakes and mush made from the cornmeal that the Nádleeh had brought

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6. The threat to the world by dood appears in many Native American creation stories and pre- cedes awareness of the account in the biblical

Book of Genesis. 7. Other versions of the story have Squirrel and his wife providing help.

along. The following spring, however, the men planted "elds larger than those planted by the women. And this time, without the men’s help in the "elds, the women’s harvest was not as plentiful as before. That winter they did not taunt the men. By the fourth year, the men could not eat all the food they grew, and most of it was left in the "elds. The women, however, began to run short of food and soon were facing starvation. They had also begun to miss the com pany of men. The more brazen used objects such as cacti and smooth stones to satisfy themselves, and some say the monsters that later plagued the people were the result of that practice. In time, First Man realized that they could not live apart forever. He realized that the people were in danger of dying out if they did not reproduce. One eve ning he called to First Woman and they talked about this. They deci ded that unless they became one people again they would dis appear. So the women crossed the river on rafts and joined the men again, and there was great rejoicing and feasting. However, it was soon discovered that three women were missing, a woman and her two daughters. The people thought they had drowned, but they had been captured instead by the Water Monster, Tééholtsódii. The people called to the Holy People for help, and White Body and Blue Body appeared with two shells. They set these shells on the water and caused them to spin, and the water under neath the spinning shell opened up to reveal the four- chambered dwelling where the monster lived. Accompanied by Coy- ote a man and woman descended to the dwelling and searched the chambers— "rst the one to the east, which was a room of dark waters, then the one to the south, which was made of blue waters; then the one to the west, which was made of yellow waters— and found nothing. Then they entered the north chamber, which was the one made of waters of all colors, and saw the women in there with Tééholtsódii. They also saw the children of Water Monster scampering about. The rescue party reclaimed the women and left, but unbeknownst to them Coyote stole one of the Water Monster’s children and tucked it under his robe. When they returned, they were greeted joyously and the people feasted again. The following morning, however, the people noticed something disturbing. They saw many animals running past as if deeing something. All day this went on, and by the third day the com- motion had greatly increased. On the morning of the fourth day, they noticed a white light shining up from the horizon. They sent Locust to investigate and he returned with startling news. The strange light was coming from a wall of water that was converging on them from all sides.6 The people ded to a nearby hill and thought about what they should do. They cried and proclaimed that this was surely their doom. Then one of the people sug- gested they plant the seed of a tree so they might climb on it and escape the danger. Squirrel produced two seeds, juniper and piñon, and planted them.7 The seeds sprouted and grew quickly, but the trees soon began to branch out and dattened into squat shapes. Then Weasel produced two seeds also, pine and spruce, and planted them. The seeds grew into tall trees, but they soon tapered into points and stopped growing. The people wailed in despair. But then someone called out that two people were approaching, an old man and a young man. These men went directly to the summit and did

8. Coyote’s responsibility for the fact that humans will eventually die is stated in many Native Amer- ican stories.

9. The Pueblo peoples, introduced earlier. 1. Sierra Blanca Peak. 2. Mount Taylor.

not speak but sat down facing east, the young man "rst and the old man behind him. The old man then produced seven buckskin bags and spoke: “I have gathered soil from the seven sacred mountains in these bundles and I shall give them to you, but I cannot help you further.” The people turned to the young man and he said, “I will help you, but you must not watch what I do.” So the people left him and waited at a distance. When the young man " nally called them, they saw that he had spread out the contents of the bags of soil and planted in it thirty- two reeds with thirty- two joints. He began to sing, and as he did the reeds began to grow, sending roots deep into the earth. The thirty- two reeds fused into one great reed, which soon towered into the sky. The young man told them to enter a hole that appeared on the east side of the reed. As the doodwaters crashed together outside, the hole closed up and sealed tightly. The reed commenced to grow quickly, lifting the people above the rising water. The Holy People accompanied them. When the reed had reached the sky, Black Body secured the reed against the sky with a plume from his headdress. This sky was solid and there was no opening in its surface, so Locust, who was good at making holes, began to scratch and dig. Eventually he broke through, and the people rejoiced. Turkey was the last to climb out, and his white- tipped tail feathers remain to this day as a reminder of their escape. One by one, the people climbed out of the giant reed into this, the Fifth World, the Glittering World.

The dood immediately receded after Coyote’s mischief was discovered and Tééholtsódii’s baby was returned. Again, the people sent out scouts. Finding the land to their liking, they proceeded to dwell upon it, planting "elds and making their homes just as in the lower worlds. There were many people by this time and they nearly "lled the land. The Holy People performed a test to determine their future. A magic shell was tossed onto a body of water; if it doated, the people would live forever; if it sank, each person would even- tually die. The object doated and the people rejoiced, but then Coyote tossed a second stone into the water. It sank, and the people wailed. Then Coyote said, “If we do not die, we shall soon overrun the world. There will be no room for us all.”8 The people saw the wisdom of his words and reluctantly agreed. One morning not long afterward, they noticed that one of the Nádleeh had stopped breathing. This was the "rst death. With instructions from the Holy People, they prepared the body and placed it in a rocky crevice. At about the same time, there was a dispute with the Kiis’áanii9 over the seed corn that had been brought from the lower world, and the groups separated because of it. First Man and First Woman, with the help of the Holy People, marked the bound aries of this new homeland with four sacred mountains made of the soil brought from the lower worlds. Three other mountains were set inside the bound aries. In an elaborate ceremony, the mountains were named and dressed. Sisnaajiní1 was set to the east; it was fastened to the earth with a bolt of lightning and decorated with white shell, white lightning, white corn, dark clouds, and male rain. A cover of sheet lightning was placed over the mountain to protect and adorn it, and Rock Crystal Boy and Rock Crystal Girl were made to dwell there. Tsoodzil2 was set to the south; it was fastened to the earth with a great stone knife, adorned with turquoise,

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3. Never Has Thawed on Top, or San Francisco Peak. 4. Big Mountain Sheep, or the La Plata Mountains. 5. Mountain Around Which Things Happen[ed], or Travelers Circle, with suggestions of the con- tinuity of life.

6. The En glish meaning is not entirely clear. Ch’o means “spruce,” but it can also refer to directionality or looking outward. According to Morris, it refers to a vantage point from which one can look out and see every thing. 7. Butte Piled on a Butte.

dark mist, and female rain, and over it all was placed a covering of eve ning sky. One Turquoise Boy and One Corn Kernel Girl were given a home there. Dook’ o’ooslííd3 was set to the west; it was fastened to the earth with a sun- beam, ornamented with abalone shell, black clouds, and yellow corn, and the whole was covered with yellow clouds. White Corn Boy and Yellow Corn Boy were settled there. Dibé ntsaa4 was set to the north; it was fastened to the earth with a rainbow and decorated with jet and dark mist, and it was cov- ered with a sheet of darkness. Pollen Boy and Grasshopper Girl were made to live there. The inner mountains were also named and sancti"ed. Dzilná’oodilii5 was fastened to the earth with a sunbeam, adorned with dark clouds and male rain, and Soft Goods Boy and Soft Goods Girl were given a home there. Ch’óol’í’ii6 was fastened to the earth with a streamer of rain and decorated with pollen, dark mist, and female rain. Boy Who Produces Jewels and Girl Who Produces Jewels were made to dwell there. Ak’idahnást’ání7 was fas- tened to the earth with a Mirage Stone, ornamented with black clouds and male rain, and guarded by Mirage Stone Boy and Red Coral Girl. In the Fifth World, as in the lower world, the people lived in accordance with the daily cycles of the four changing colors of the sky. But now more light was needed, so the sun and the moon were created. The old man who had helped them escape from the dood in the lower world was given the honor of bearing the sun across the sky, and the young man who had also helped them escape was given the privilege of carry ing the moon at night. In return for their sacri- "ce and labor, they were given immortality and power ful sacred names. In the Fifth World, the people began "lling the land and many places were named. The land was rich and the people prospered upon it, but the land soon grew dangerous. Naayéé’, monsters, were roaming the land, and they were hunting and eating the people. In time there were only a few people left. These monsters were the offspring of stones and cacti, the result of some women’s conduct during the separation of the sexes: Deelgééd, the horned monster; Tsélkáá’adah hwídziiltaal’ii, who kicked people off cliffs; Bináá’ yee ’aghánii, who killed with his eyes; and Tsénináhilééh, the dying monster who lived atop Tsébit’a’ii. In time there were only four people left in the world. These people took refuge near Tsélgai, White Rock. First Man went out to pray every day at dawn. One morning he heard a strange sound like the cries of a baby coming from atop Ch’óol’í’ii. For three mornings when he went out to pray he heard the sounds coming from atop the cloud- shrouded peak. On the fourth morning, Talking God appeared and instructed him to ascend the mountain. Atop the highest peak First Man found an infant who was Asdzáán Nádleehí, Changing Woman, the most beloved of all the deities. He took her home, and because she was holy, she reached maturity in four days. After a time, Changing Woman left to live on Dzilná’oodilii. While she was living there she bathed in a waterfall and basked in the Sun. In four days, she gave birth to twin boys, who were the sons of the waterfall and the Sun. They were Tóbágíshchíní (Born- for- Water), and Naayéé’neizghání (Monster

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Slayer). They quickly grew to maturity also. With the help of the Spider Woman, Jóhonaa’éí, and other helpers, the Twins rid the land of the mon- sters. Naayéé’neizghání went out and slew the monsters, while Tóbágísh- chíní remained home and conducted protection ceremonies to ensure victory. One of the last monsters to perish was Yéi’iitsoh, the Giant. He was also a son of the Sun; however, because he was killing people the Sun deci- ded to help the Twins to stop him. Jóhonaa’éí gave the Twins weapons made of lightning, and he taught them magic that enabled them to travel high over the land on the arching rainbow, which is the road used by the Holy People. After the defeat of the Giant only four monsters remained, Old Age, Poverty, Hunger, and Cold, but the Twins spared these creatures so the people would not grow complacent as immortals. When the land was safe, the Sun asked Changing Woman to become his wife. She did not consent at "rst, but after the Sun made promises that she would not be leaving her people forever, she agreed. He built a beautiful house for her to dwell in, on an island in the western sea. Before she left, she made more people by rubbing skin from under her arms and from under her breasts. These were the four original clans: Honágháahnii, Bit’ahnii, Hashtl’ishnii, and Tódích’ii’nii.8 Changing Woman took some of these people to live with her, but they soon grew lone- some and they left her home in the western sea to return to Dinétah. The Twins left this world to dwell with the Holy People when their work was "n- ished. They left this world from a place where two great rivers meet. They promised that they would always keep watch over the people; it is said that they can still be seen sometimes, doating in the mist above the spot where the waters converge. The Holy People also returned to their home, but they are always within reach through the songs and prayers they gave us. Lastly, a sacred rainbow was placed around Diné bikéyah, our homeland, for protection and as a blessing and a reminder of the sacredness of this land. It is said that so long as Diné remain within this boundary, we will have the blessings and protection of the Holy People. So long as we remain within these bound aries we will be living in the manner that the Holy People prescribed for us.

8. There are a great many Navajo clans, but these four are the original clans created from Changing Woman’s body. “Honágháahnii”: the One Walks Around You clan. “Bit’ahnii”: the Folded Arms

People, the Leaf clan, or the Under His Cover clan. “Hashtl’ishnii”: the Mud clan. “Tódich’ili’nii”: the Bitter Water People.

TRICKSTER TALES

FROM THE WINNEBAGO TRICKSTER CYCLE

T he Winnebagos, or Ho- Chunks, came to their homelands—at the western end of what is now Green Bay, Wisconsin— from some more southeasterly location perhaps a thousand years ago. They lived by hunting and "shing; by planting corn, squash, and beans; and by gathering wild rice and berries. The French explorer Jean Nicolet is credited as their "rst Eu ro pean contact, in 1634. The En glish name “Winnebago” comes from the Algonquian people’s name for the tribe, “ people of

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the dirty water,” which may simply refer to the strong smell of Wisconsin’s Lake Winnebago and Fox River in the summer. The Ho- Chunks’ name for themselves, “Ho- chungra,” means “ people of the parent speech,” or “ people of the Big Voice.” Now geo graph i cally divided— mainly between Wisconsin and Nebraska—as a consequence of colonization and the provisions of nineteenth- century treaties, the Ho- Chunks claim that their ancestors played an impor tant role in the creation and preservation of the large, mysterious earthen mounds that exist along the Missis- sippi River and throughout the Midwest.

Winnebago culture is rich in trickster tales. The story reprinted here comes from The Trickster: A Study in American Indian My thol ogy (1956), a collection of forty- nine Winnebago trickster stories edited by the American cultural anthro- pologist and folklorist Paul Radin. A student of the eminent anthropologist Franz Boas, Radin had begun collecting Winnebago stories in the early 1900s. He did not hear the tales narrated, nor did he know the identity of the narrator. Rather, as he notes, “an older individual” told the stories in Ho- Chunk to a Winnebago con sul- tant, Sam Blowsnake, who wrote them down. Then Radin, Blowsnake, and another Winnebago man, Oliver LaMere, collaborated on the translation into En glish, which Radin, following Boas’s methods, published in literate prose.

The tale of the trickster and the talking “laxative bulb” is widespread throughout Native American cultures. The trickster (or “the old man,” as he is twice called here) interacts with plants and trees, sometimes defying them and at other times relying on them to get oriented. He also engages with humans, who foolishly listen to him and then suffer the consequences. The trickster plays the fool with the greatest vigor. His efforts to escape the consequences of his actions— and to recover from those conse- quences once his efforts fail— propel the narrative. To cleanse and restore himself, the trickster performs some hard and extremely unpleasant work that involves a re orientation toward the natu ral world. Apart from the entertainment value of its scatological humor and farcical ele ments, this story teaches numerous lessons, such as do not be gullible and do not think of yourself as superior to natu ral forces.

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As he went wandering around aimlessly he suddenly heard someone speaking. He listened very carefully and it seemed to say, “He who chews me will defe- cate; he will defecate!” That was what it was saying. “Well, why is this person talking in this manner?” said Trickster. So he walked in the direction from which he had heard the speaking and again he heard, quite near him, some- one saying: “He who chews me, he will defecate; he will defecate!” This is what was said. “Well, why does this person talk in such fashion?” said Trick- ster. Then he walked to the other side. So he continued walking along. Then right at his very side, a voice seemed to say, “He who chews me, he will defe- cate; he will defecate!” “Well, I won der who it is who is speaking. I know very well that if I chew it, I will not defecate.” But he kept looking around for the speaker and " nally discovered, much to his astonishment, that it was a bulb on a bush. The bulb it was that was speaking. So he seized it, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and then swallowed it. He did just this and then went on.

“Well, where is the bulb gone that talked so much? Why, indeed, should I defecate? When I feel like defecating, then I shall defecate, no sooner. How could such an object make me defecate!” Thus spoke Trickster. Even as he

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spoke, however, he began to break wind. “Well this, I suppose, is what it meant. Yet the bulb said I would defecate, and I am merely expelling gas. In any case I am a great man even if I do expel a little gas!” Thus he spoke. As he was talking he again broke wind. This time it was really quite strong. “Well, what a foolish one I am. This is why I am called Foolish One, Trickster.” Now he began to break wind again and again. “So this is why the bulb spoke as it did, I suppose.” Once more he broke wind. This time it was very loud and his rectum began to smart. “Well, it surely is a great thing!” Then he broke wind again, this time with so much force, that he was propelled forward. “Well, well, it may even make me give another push, but it won’t make me defecate,” so he exclaimed de"antly. The next time he broke wind, the hind part of his body was raised up by the force of the explosion and he landed on his knees and hands. “Well, go ahead and do it again! Go ahead and do it again!” Then, again, he broke wind. This time the force of the expulsion sent him far up in the air and he landed on the ground, on his stomach. The next time he broke wind, he had to hang on to a log, so high was he thrown. However, he raised himself up and, after a while, landed on the ground, the log on top of him. He was almost killed by the fall. The next time he broke wind, he had to hold on to a tree that stood near by. It was a poplar and he held on with all his might yet, nevertheless, even then, his feet dopped up in the air. Again, and for the second time, he held on to it when he broke wind and yet he pulled the tree up by the roots. To protect himself, the next time, he went on until he came to a large tree, a large oak tree. Around this he put both his arms. Yet, when he broke wind, he was swung up and his toes struck against the tree. However, he held on.

After that he ran to a place where people were living. When he got there, he shouted, “Say, hurry up and take your lodge down, for a big warparty is upon you and you will surely be killed! Come let us get away!” He scared them all so much that they quickly took down their lodge, piled it on Trick- ster, and then got on him themselves. They likewise placed all the little dogs they had on top of Trickster.1 Just then he began to break wind again and the force of the expulsion scattered the things on top of him in all directions. They fell far apart from one another. Separated, the people were standing about and shouting to one another; and the dogs, scattered here and there, howled at one another. There stood Trickster laughing at them till he ached.

Now he proceeded onward. He seemed to have gotten over his trou bles. “Well, this bulb did a lot of talking,” he said to himself, “yet it could not make me defecate.” But even as he spoke he began to have the desire to defecate, just a very little. “Well, I suppose this is what it meant. It certainly bragged a good deal, however.” As he spoke he defecated again. “Well, what a braggart it was! I suppose this is why it said this.” As he spoke these last words, he began to defecate a good deal. After a while, as he was sitting down, his body would touch the excrement. Thereupon he got on top of a log and sat down there but, even then, he touched the excrement. Fi nally, he climbed up a log that was leaning against a tree. However, his body still touched the excre- ment, so he went up higher. Even then, however, he touched it so he climbed still higher up. Higher and higher he had to go. Nor was he able to stop def- ecating. Now he was on top of the tree. It was small and quite uncomfortable. Moreover, the excrement began to come up to him.

1. These actions are inappropriate responses to the supposed danger.

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Even on the limb on which he was sitting he began to defecate. So he tried a dif fer ent position. Since the limb, however, was very slippery he fell right down into the excrement. Down he fell, down into the dung. In fact he dis- appeared in it, and it was only with very great dif"culty that he was able to get out of it. His raccoon- skin blanket was covered with "lth, and he came out dragging it after him. The pack he was carry ing on his back was cov- ered with dung, as was also the box containing his penis.2 The box he emp- tied and then placed it on his back again.

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Then, still blinded by the "lth, he started to run. He could not see anything. As he ran he knocked against a tree. The old man cried out in pain. He reached out and felt the tree and sang:

“Tree, what kind of a tree are you? Tell me something about yourself!” And the tree answered, “What kind of a tree do you think I am? I am an

oak tree. I am the forked oak tree that used to stand in the middle of the valley. I am that one,” it said. “Oh, my, is it pos si ble that there might be some water around here?” Trickster asked. The tree answered, “Go straight on.” This is what it told him. As he went along he bumped up against another tree. He was knocked backwards by the collision. Again he sang:

“Tree, what kind of a tree are you? Tell me something about yourself!” “What kind of a tree do you think I am? The red oak tree that used to stand

at the edge of the valley, I am that one.” “Oh, my, is it pos si ble that there is water around here?” asked Trickster. Then the tree answered and said, “Keep straight on,” and so he went again. Soon he knocked against another tree. He spoke to the tree and sang:

“Tree, what kind of a tree are you? Tell me something about yourself!” “What kind of a tree do you think I am? The slippery elm tree that used

to stand in the midst of the others, I am that one.” Then Trickster asked, “Oh, my, is it pos si ble that there would be some water near here?” And the tree answered and said, “Keep right on.” On he went and soon he bumped into another tree and he touched it and sang:

“Tree, what kind of a tree are you? Tell me something about yourself!” “What kind of a tree do you think I am? I am the basswood tree that used

to stand on the edge of the water. That is the one I am.” “Oh, my, it is good,” said Trickster. So there in the water he jumped and lay. He washed himself thoroughly.

It is said that the old man almost died that time, for it was only with the great- est dif"culty that he found the water. If the trees had not spoken to him he cer- tainly would have died. Fi nally, after a long time and only after great exertions, did he clean himself, for the dung had been on him a long time and had dried. After he had cleansed himself he washed his raccoon- skin blanket and his box.

2. That the trickster carries his penis in a box was established in earlier stories. It is this box that he washes at the end of the next section of the story.

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1. The text is from The World Encompassed by Sir Francis Drake, Being His Next Voyage to That to Nombre de Dios (reprint, 1854).

ORATORY

FROM THE WORLD ENCOMPASSED BY SIR FRANCIS DRAKE

I n 1577–80, the En glish explorer Sir Francis Drake (c. 1542–1596) circumnavi-gated the world in his ship the Golden Hind, landing in 1579 on what is now the California coast. The notes of the ship chaplain, Francis Fletcher, were compiled and published in 1628 as The World Encompassed by Sir Francis Drake, and the fol- lowing excerpt from that volume is Fletcher’s account of the landing. The Coast Miwok people who "gure in the se lection inhabited the areas north of pres ent- day San Francisco, including Marin and southern Sonoma counties. They lived in vil- lages of up to several hundred people that were located in sheltered places near fresh water. In the late sixteenth century, Spanish galleons began making trips between Mexico and the Philippines, traveling along this stretch of coast. The Miwoks’ recep- tion of Drake’s com pany may have been informed by earlier meetings with groups of Spaniards.

This account illustrates the period’s conventions for representing early encoun- ters between Natives and Eu ro pe ans. Some ele ments of the narrative resemble descriptions of formal diplomacy in Eu ro pean courts, as when the king and his entourage move in a pro cession to the En glish fort. Other features of the account are strikingly unfamiliar, such as the self- mutilating dance that ensues. The narra- tive concludes with an abrupt shift as the orations that puzzle Drake (“our Gen- eral”) and his men are suddenly revealed to contain “supplications, that he would take the province and kingdom into his hand, and become their king and patron.” Drake did, in fact, claim the area for Queen Elizabeth I, naming it Nova Albion (“New Great Britain”).

There is ample reason to think that the Miwoks’ request that the En glish rule them did not happen but is instead a mistranslation designed to encourage support for the colonial enterprise among the narrative’s readers. Exploration narratives generally were written to achieve par tic u lar goals, such as advancing the career of the author or the expedition leader or shaping an approach to colonization. But while this scene includes a suspicious appeal and spontaneous conversation that call the credibility of the whole account into question, the narrative remains valu- able for its texture and details. The pro cess of teasing out the plausible from the implausible is one of the in ter est ing challenges of reading exploration narratives.

From The World Encompassed by Sir Francis Drake1

* * * Against the end of three days more (the news having the while spread itself farther, and as it seemed a great way up into the country), were assembled the greatest number of people which we could reasonably imagine to dwell within any con ve nient distance round about. Amongst the rest the king him- self, a man of a goodly stature and comely personage, attended with his

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guard of about 100 tall and warlike men, this day, viz.,2 June 26, came down to see us.

Before his coming, were sent two ambassadors or messengers to our Gen- eral, to signify that their Hióh, that is, their king, was coming and at hand. They in the delivery of their message, the one spoke with a soft and low voice, prompting his fellow; the other pronounced the same, word by word, after him with a voice more audible, continuing their proclamation (for such it was) about half an hour. Which being ended, they by signs made request to our General, to send something by their hands to their Hióh or king, as a token that his coming might be in peace. Our General willingly satis"ed their desire; and they, glad men, made speedy return to their Hióh. Neither was it long before their king (making as princely a show as possibly he could) with all his train came forward.

In their coming forwards they cried continually after a singing manner, with a lusty courage. And as they drew nearer and nearer towards us, so did they more and more strive to behave themselves with a certain comeliness and gravity in all their actions.

In the forefront came a man of a large body and goodly aspect, bearing the scepter or royal mace (made of a certain kind of black wood, and in length about a yard and a half) before the king. Whereupon hanged two crowns, a bigger and a less, with three chains of a marvellous length, and often doubled, besides a bag of the herb Tabáh.3 The crowns were made of knitwork, wrought upon most curiously with feathers of divers4 colours, very arti"cially placed, and of a formal fashion. The chains seemed of a bony sub- stance, every link or part thereof being very little, thin, most "nely bur- nished, with a hole pierced through the midst. The number of links going to make one chain, is in a manner in"nite; but of such estimation it is amongst them, that few be the persons that are admitted to wear the same; and even they to whom its lawful to use them, yet are stinted5 what number they shall use, as some ten, some twelve, some twenty, and as they exceed in number of chains, so thereby are they known to be the more honorable personages.

Next unto him that bore this scepter, was the king himself with his guard about him; his attire upon his head was a caul of knitworke,6 wrought upon somewhat like the crowns, but differing much both in fashion and perfect- ness of work; upon his shoulders he had on a coat of the skins of conies,7 reaching to his waist; his guard also had each coats of the same shape, but of other skins; some having cauls likewise stuck with feathers, or covered over with a certaine down, which groweth up in the country upon an herb much like our lettuce, which exceeds any other down in the world for "neness, and being layed upon their cauls, by no winds can be removed. Of such estimation is this herb amongst them, that the down thereof is not lawful to be worn, but of such persons as are about the king (to whom also it is permitted to wear a plume of feathers on their heads, in sign of honour), and the seeds are not used but only in sacri"ce to their gods. After these, in their order, did follow the naked sort of common people, whose hair being long, was gathered into a

2. Abbreviation for videlicet: that is to say, namely (Latin). 3. Tobacco. 4. Vari ous.

5. Restricted in. 6. A knitted headdress, resembling a hairnet. 7. Rabbits.

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8. I.e., Tabáh: tobacco. 9. The rush bowls mentioned previously, here compared to punchbowls used at Christmas.

bunch behind, in which stuck plumes of feathers; but in the forepart only single feathers like horns, every one pleasing himself in his own device.

This one thing was observed to be general amongst them all, that every one had his face painted, some with white, some black, and some with other colours, every man also bringing in his hand one thing or other for a gift or pres ent. Their train or last part of their com pany consisted of women and children, each woman bearing against her breast a round basket or two, hav- ing within them divers things, as bags of Tobâh,8 a root which they call Petáh, whereof they make a kind of meal, and either bake it into bread, or eat it raw; broiled "shes, like a pilchard; the seed and down aforenamed, with such like.

Their baskets were made in fashion like a deep bowl, and though the matter were rushes, or such other kind of stuffe, yet was it so cunningly handled, that the most part of them would hold water: about the brims they were hanged with pieces of the shells of pearls, and in some places with two or three links at a place, of the chains forenamed: thereby signifying that they were vessels wholly dedicated to the only use of the gods they wor- shipped; and besides this, they were wrought upon with the matted down of red feathers, distinguished into divers works and forms.

In the mean time, our General having assembled his men together (as fore- casting the danger and worst that might fall out) prepared himself to stand upon sure ground, that we might at all times be ready in our own defence, if any thing should chance other wise than was looked for or expected.

Wherefore every man being in a warlike readiness, he marched within his fenced place, making against their approach a most warlike show (as he did also at all other times of their resort), whereby if they had been desperate enemies, they could not have chosen but have conceived terror and fear, with discouragement to attempt anything against us, in beholding of the same.

When they were come somewhat near unto us, trooping together, they gave us a common or general salutation, observing in the mean time a gen- eral silence. Whereupon, he who bore the scepter before the king, being prompted by another whom the king assigned to that of"ce, pronounced with an audible and manly voice what the other spoke to him in secret, continu- ing, whether it were his oration or proclamation, at the least half an hour. At the close whereof there was a common Amen, in sign of approbation, given by every person: and the king himself, with the whole number of men and women (the little children only remaining behind) came further down the hill, and as they came set themselves again in their former order.

And being now come to the foot of the hill and near our fort, the scepter bearer, with a composed countenance and stately carriage began a song, and answerable thereunto observed a kind of mea sures in a dance: whom the king with his guard and every other sort of person following, did in like manner sing and dance, saving only the women, who danced but kept silence. As they danced they still came on: and our General perceiving their plain and simple meaning, gave order that they might freely enter without interruption within our bulwark. Where, after they had entered, they yet continued their song and dance a reasonable time, their women also following them with their was- sail bowls9 in their hands, their bodies bruised, their faces torn, their duges,

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breasts, and other parts bespotted with blood, trickling down from the wounds, which with their nails they had made before their coming.

After that they had satis"ed, or rather tired themselves in this manner, they made signs to our General to have him sit down; unto whom both the king and divers others made several orations, or rather, indeed, if we had understood them, supplications, that he would take the province and king- dom into his hand, and become their king and patron: making signs that they would resign unto him their right and title in the whole land, and become his vassals in themselves and their posterities: which that they might make us indeed believe that it was their true meaning and intent, the king himself, with all the rest, with one consent and with great reverence, joy- fully singing a song, set the crown upon his head, enriched his neck with all their chains, and offering unto him many other things, honoured him by the name of Hyóh. Adding thereunto (as it might seem) a song and dance of triumph; because they were not only visited of the gods (for so they still judged us to be), but the great and chief God was now become their God, their king and patron, and themselves were become the only happy and blessed people in the world.

These things being so freely offered, our General thought not meet to reject or refuse the same, both for that he would not give them any cause of mistrust or disliking of him (that being the only place, wherein at this pres- ent, we were of necessity enforced to seek relief of many things), and chiedy for that he knew not to what good end God had brought this to pass, or what honour and pro"t it might bring to our country in time to come.

Wherefore, in the name and to the use of her most excellent majesty, he took the scepter, crown, and dignity of the said country into his hand; wish- ing nothing more than that it had lain so "tly for her majesty to enjoy, as it was now her proper own, and that the riches and trea sures thereof (where- with in the upland countries it abounds) might with as great conveniency be transported, to the enriching of her kingdom here at home, as it is in plenty to be attained there; and especially that so tractable and loving a people as they showed themselves to be, might have means to have manifested their most willing obedience the more unto her, and by her means, as a mother and nurse of the Church of Christ, might by the preaching of the Gospel, be brought to the right knowledge and obedience of the true and everliving God.

The ceremonies of this resigning and receiving of the kingdom being thus performed, the common sort, both of men and women leaving the king and his guard about him, with our General, dispersed themselves among our people, taking a diligent view or survey of every man; and "nding such as pleased their fancies (which commonly were the youn gest of us), they presently enclosing them about offered their sacri"ces unto them, crying out with la men ta ble shriekes and moans, weeping and scratching and tearing their very desh off their faces with their nails; neither were it the women alone which did this, but even old men, roaring and crying out, were as violent as the women were.

We groaned in spirit to see the power of Satan so far prevail in seducing these so harmeless souls, and laboured by all means, both by showing our great dislike, and when that served not, by violent withholding of their hands from that madness, directing them (by our eyes and hands lift up towards heaven) to the living God whom they ought to serve; but so mad were they upon their idolatry, that forcibly withholding them would not prevail (for as

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soon as they could get liberty to their hands again, they would be as violent as they were before) till such time, as they whom they worshipped were con- veyed from them unto the tents, whom yet as men besides themselves, they would with fury and outrage seek to have again.

After that time had a little quali"ed their madness, they then began to show and make known unto us their griefs and diseases which they carried about them; some of them having old aches, some shrunk sinews, some old sores and chancred ulcers, some wounds more lately received, and the like; in most la men ta ble manner craving help and cure thereof from us; making signs, that if we did but blow upon their griefs, or but touched the diseased places, they would be whole.

Their griefs we could not but take pity on them, and to our power desire to help them: but that (if it pleased God to open their eyes) they might under- stand we were but men and no gods, we used ordinary means, as lotions, emplasters,1 and unguents, most "tly (as far as our skills could guess) agree- ing to the natures of their griefs, beseeching God, if it made for his glory, to give cure to their diseases by these means. The like we did from time to time as they resorted to us.2

Few were the days, wherein they were absent from us, during the whole time of our abode in that place; and ordinarily every third day they brought their sacri"ces, till such time as they certainly understood our meaning, that we took no plea sure, but were displeased with them; whereupon their zeal abated, and their sacri"cing, for a season, to our good liking ceased; not- withstanding they continued still to make their resort unto us in great abun- dance, and in such sort, that they oft- times forgot to provide meat for their own sustenance; so that our General (of whom they made account as of3 a father) was fain to perform the of"ce of a father to them, relieving them with such victuals as we had provided for our selves, as mussels, seals, and such like, wherein they took exceeding much content; and seeing that their sac- ri"ces were displeasing to us, yet (hating ingratitude) they sought to recom- pence us with such things as they had, which they willingly enforced upon us, though it were never so necessary or needful for themselves to keep.

They are a people of a tractable, free, and loving nature, without guile or treachery; their bows and arrows (their only weapons, and almost all their wealth) they use very skillfully, but yet not to do any great harm with them, being by reason of their weakeness more "t for children than for men, send- ing the arrows neither far off nor with any great force: and yet are the men commonly so strong of body, that that which 2 or 3 of our men could hardly bear, one of them would take upon his back, and without grudging carry it easily away, up hill and down hill an En glish mile together: they are also exceeding swift in running, and of long continuance, the use whereof is so familiar with them, that they seldom go, but for the most part run. One thing we observed in them with admiration, that if at any time they chanced to see a "sh so near the shore that they might reach the place without swim- ming, they would never, or very seldom, miss to take it.

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1. Plasters, i.e., preparations with medicinal properties that were spread on the skin, where they hardened.

2. Came to us for aid. 3. I.e., they regarded as.

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POWHATAN’S DISCOURSE OF PEACE AND WAR

P owhatan was a power ful confederation of Indian tribes in the Chesapeake Bay region of pres ent- day Virginia. In the early 1600s, the Powhatan confederacy occupied an area that was roughly one hundred miles on each side. They called the area Tsenacommacah, and it had a precontact population of roughly twenty- "ve thousand. By 1607, when Captain John Smith arrived with the expedition sent by the Virginia Com pany of London to establish Jamestown, the population had shrunk by some ten thousand people, largely from diseases borne to Tsenacom- macah by previous Eu ro pe ans. These colonists included a Spanish mission that had been briedy established there in 1571 and the En glish “lost colony” at Roanoke, which had vanished by 1590. Despite its diminished population, the Powhatan con- federacy remained a regional power involved in far- dung trade networks. It included more than thirty tribes, each with its own chief, or werowance. The tribal alliance was held together mainly by marriage and in some cases by coercion.

Powhatan was the adopted name of the paramount chief, or mamanatowick, of the Powhatans at the time of Jamestown’s settlement. His given name was Wahun- sunacock, and he was the father of Pocohantas. Chief Powhatan was prob ably in his mid sixties when, in late 1607, he captured Smith and held him for under a month, which was long enough for Smith to learn a great deal about the Powhatans and their leader. (For more on Smith, see the se lection of his writings later in this volume.) Smith and Chief Powhatan struck an alliance, and the En glish and the Powhatans became trading partners. The food and other assistance that the Pow- hatans supplied to Jamestown allowed the En glish colony to survive through its "rst winter, though more than half the men and boys in the small colony died even with their aid, leaving only thirty- eight of the original hundred and forty- four colo- nists. The metal tools, copper kettles, and glass beads provided by the En glish enabled the Powhatans to establish trade dominance over inland tribes.

“Powhatan’s Discourse of Peace and War” appears in Smith’s General History of Virginia, New Eng land, and the Summer Isles (1624), as the opening speech in his account of the tense negotiations that led to this trade agreement. In the full text, Smith describes the speech as a “subtle discourse” intended to deceive and manipulate the En glish, to which he responded with considerable bluster and thinly veiled threats. Prob ably based at least in part on Smith’s memories of these events, the discourse and the entire scene are informed by the conventions of classical historiography, which often features set speeches that distill key ele ments and add drama to the narrative. As reconstructed by Smith, Powhatan’s speech makes a compelling case for peaceful rela- tions, even as questions of its authenticity and sincerity add layers of complexity.

Powhatan’s Discourse of Peace and War1

Captain Smith, you may understand that I having seen the death of all my people thrice, and not any one living of those three generations but my self;2

1. The text is from John Smith, The Generall Historie of Virginia, New- Eng land, and the Sum- mer Isles: With the Names of the Adventurers, Planters, and Governors from Their First Begin-

ning, Ano: 1584. To This pres ent 1624 (1624). 2. Powhatan refers to deaths from both disease and warfare.

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I know the difference of peace and war better than any in my country. But now I am old and ere long must die, my brethren, namely Opitchapam, Ope- chancanough, and Kekataugh, my two sisters, and their two daughters, are distinctly each others successors. I wish their experience no less than mine, and your love to them no less than mine to you. But this bruit from Nandsa- mund,3 that you are come to destroy my country, so much affrighteth all my people as they dare not visit you. What will it avail you to take that by force you may quickly have by love, or to destroy them that provide you food? What can you get by war, when we can hide our provisions and dy to the woods? whereby you must famish by wronging us your friends. And why are you thus jealous of our loves seeing us unarmed, and both do, and are willing still to feed you, with that you cannot get but by our labours? Think you I am so simple, not to know it is better to eat good meat, lie well, and sleep quietly with my women and children, laugh and be merry with you, have copper, hatchets, or what I want being your friend: than be forced to dy from all, to lie cold in the woods, feed upon acorns, roots, and such trash, and be so hunted by you, that I can neither rest, eat, nor sleep; but my tired men must watch, and if a twig but break, every one crieth there commeth Captain Smith: then must I dy I know not whither: and thus with miserable fear, end my miserable life, leaving my pleasures to such youths as you, which through your rash unadvisedness may quickly as miserably end, for want of that, you never know where to "nd. Let this therefore assure you of our loves, and every year our friendly trade shall furnish you with corn, and now also, if you would come in friendly manner to see us, and not thus with your guns and swords as to invade your foes.

3. Noise or rumor from Nansemond, another tribe of the Chesapeake region.

KING PHILIP’S SPEECH

K ing Philip was the En glish name adopted by the Wampanoag leader Metacom (c. 1638–1676), who led an alliance against the En glish colonies in Mas sa chu setts, Rhode Island, and Connecticut in what became known as King Philip’s War (1675– 76). Philip was the son of Massassoit, who had maintained peaceful relations with the Plymouth colonists since their arrival in 1620. In 1662, when Philip became the leader of the Wampanoag alliance, longstanding grievances over land and regional governance had transformed the region into a powder keg. War erupted in 1675, after the Plymouth colony executed three Wampanoags. Philip’s alliance exacted great costs on the En glish but was defeated after Philip was killed in the Great Swamp Fight of August 1676.

After the war, there was an outpouring of printed works giving En glish perspec- tives on the condict, most famously the popu lar captivity narrative of Mary Row- landson (reprinted later in this volume), which "rst appeared in 1682 and was republished many times. Rowlandson’s descriptions of her interactions with Philip show him to have been in some mea sure generous and sympathetic toward her, even as he held her prisoner. Other reports on the war were less respectful toward the defeated leader, notably the account of Captain Benjamin Church, whose celebrity as

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a military hero arose partly from his role in Philip’s death. In Entertaining Passages Relating to Philip’s War (1716), Church described Philip’s dead body as looking like that of “a doleful, great, naked, dirty beast” and told how he had ordered the corpse drawn and quartered. Philip’s head was staked on a pole in Plymouth, where it remained for years.

It was the kind of dehumanization of Philip found in Entertaining Passages that the Pequot leader and Methodist minister William Apess set out to correct in 1836, when he delivered his “Eulogy on King Philip” at the Odeon in Boston. “King Philip’s Speech” is from that eulogy. Speeches offering a Native American perspec- tive on Amer i ca’s colonial wars had become a popu lar genre after Thomas Jefferson published “Chief Logan’s Speech” (included in this volume). Claiming descent from Philip, Apess described him as a leading American, the equal of George Washing- ton and Alexander the Great, a “hero of the wilderness” and martyr to a lost cause who deserved universal re spect. By way of introduction, Apess explained that “this famous speech of Philip was calculated to arouse them to arms, to do the best they could in protecting and defending their rights.”

King Philip’s Speech1

Brothers,— You see this vast country before us, which the great Spirit gave to our fathers and us; you see the buffalo and deer that now are our support.— Brothers, you see these little ones, our wives and children, who are looking to us for food and raiment; and you now see the foe before you, that they have grown insolent and bold; that all our ancient customs are disregarded; the trea- ties made by our fathers and us are broken, and all of us insulted; our council "res disregarded, and all the ancient customs of our fathers; our brothers murdered before our eyes, and their spirits cry to us for revenge. Brothers, these people from the unknown world will cut down our groves, spoil our hunting and planting grounds, and drive us and our children from the graves of our fathers, and our council "res, and enslave our women and children.

1. The text is from Eulogy on King Philip, as Pronounced at the Odeon, in Federal Street, Boston, by the Rev. William Apes[s], An Indian (1836).

POETRY

T hese three se lections of early Native American poetry have been excerpted from prose accounts published between 1765 and 1820. They were chosen to illustrate vari ous styles and sources. Interest in oral lit er a tures was strong on both sides of the Atlantic in the eigh teenth century, with works such as Thomas Percy’s Reliques of Ancient En glish Poetry (1765) and Sir Walter Scott’s Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border (1802) representing British traditions. In North Amer i ca, the appeal of indigenous chants and songs for non- Native readers arose in part from a desire to establish a Native equivalent to the ancient poetry of the British isles that Percy and Scott had collected in their volumes. After the American Revolution, a new nationalism in search of local origins provided an additional motive for collecting and enjoying Native poetry.

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The Cherokee war song included here appears as “A Translation of the War- Song. Caw waw noo dee, &c.” in The Memoirs of Lieut. Henry Timberlake (1765). Histori- cally, the Cherokees occupied a broad territory in the Southeast, including areas of what are now the Carolinas, Georgia, and Tennessee. Timberlake had served in the Second Virginia Regiment under Col o nel William Byrd, whose ethnographic and naturalist writings are excerpted elsewhere in this volume. Timberlake’s Memoirs are a rich source of information about mid- eighteenth- century Cherokee culture and society. He had traveled to Tennessee to conduct peace negotiations in 1761, and he later accompanied Ostenaco and two other Cherokee chiefs to London. Of the songs printed in his volume, Timberlake wrote: “Both the ideas and verse are very loose in the original, and they are set to as loose a music, many composing both tunes and song off hand, according to the occasion; tho’ some tunes, especially those taken from the northern Indians, are extremely pretty, and very like the Scotch.”

The Reverend John Heckewelder, a Moravian missionary, printed the Lenape war song included here as “The Song of the Lenape Warriors Going Against the Enemy” in his History, Manners, and Customs of the Indian Nations Who Once Inhabited Pennsylvania and the Neighbouring States (1818). The Lenapes (also known as the Lenni Lenapes or Delaware Indians) were ancient inhabitants of the Middle Atlantic region, occupying parts of what later became several states, including New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and New York. Their diplomatic and mediation skills were widely admired. Heckewelder spent more than a de cade as a missionary to the Lenape in Pennsylvania and Ohio, and he later worked for the United States Senate as a treaty negotiator. The novelist James Fenimore Cooper drew heavi ly on Heck- ewelder’s History in his Leatherstocking Tales. Heckewelder’s introduction to the song included here emphasizes the impossibility of capturing the vocal tones and musical accompaniment of the per for mance, which he compares to the dif"cul- ties of describing “the melodies of the ancient Greeks.” He nevertheless reports how the performers sang the words “in short lines . . . most generally in detached parts, as time permits and as the occasion or their feelings prompt them. Their accent is very pathetic [i.e., sad], and the whole, in their language, produces con- siderable effect.”

The two Cherokee songs of friendship included here are drawn from a letter writ- ten by Dr. Samuel L. Mitchill in 1817 to the secretary of the American Antiquarian Society (AAS), which was published three years later in Archaeologia Americana, a volume of the society’s Transactions. In his letter, Mitchill describes how his inter- actions with the Osages and Cherokees during his ser vice as the chairman of the U.S. Senate Committee on Indian Affairs led to the transcription of several songs and poems. Of the per for mance of the Cherokee songs of friendship he notes, “They repeat the song and chorus until they are tired.” The words of these songs were written down for him by “Mr. Hicks, a Cherokee of the half blood, with his own hand,” while they were in the com pany of several military of"cers and Double Head, a Cherokee warrior. Mitchill sent the songs to the AAS as part of an ongoing effort by that organ ization to rec ord indigenous American history and culture.

Cherokee War Song1

Where’er the earth’s enlighten’d by the sun, Moon shines by night, grass grows, or waters run, Be’t known that we are going, like men, afar,

1. The text is from The Memoirs of Lieut. Henry Timberlake (Who Accompanied Three Cherokee Indi- ans to Eng land in the Year 1762) (1765).

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In hostile "elds to wage destructive war; Like men we go, to meet our country’s foes, 5 Who, woman- like, shall dy our dreaded blows; Yes, as a woman, who beholds a snake, In gaudy horror, glisten thro’ the brake, Starts trembling back, and stares with wild surprize, Or pale thro’ fear, unconscious, panting, dies.2 10 Just so these foes, more tim’rous than the hind, Shall leave their arms and only clothes behind; Pinch’d by each blast, by ev’ry thicket torn, Run back to their own nation, now its scorn: Or in the winter, when the barren wood 15 Denies their gnawing entrails nature’s food, Let them sit down, from friends and country far, And wish, with tears, they ne’er had come to war. We’ll leave our clubs,3 dew’d with their country show’rs, And, if they dare to bring them back to ours, 20 Their painted scalps shall be a step to fame, And grace our own and glorious country’s name. Or if we warriors spare the yielding foe, Torments at home the wretch must undergo.4 But when we go, who knows which shall return, 25 When growing dangers rise with each new morn? Farewell, ye little ones, ye tender wives, For you alone we would conserve our lives! But cease to mourn, ’tis unavailing pain, If not fore- doom’d, we soon shall meet again. 30 But, O ye friends! in case your comrades fall, Think that on you our deaths for vengeance call; With uprais’d tomahawks pursue our blood, And stain, with hostile streams, the conscious wood, That pointing enemies may never tell 35 The boasted place where we, their victims, fell.5

2. “As the Indians "ght naked, the vanquished are constrained to endure the rigours of the weather in their dight, and live upon roots and fruit, as they throw down their arms to accelerate their dight thro’ the woods” [Timberlake’s note]. 3. “It is the custom of the Indians, to leave a club something of the form of a cricket- bat, but with their warlike exploits engraved on it, in their enemy’s country, and the enemy accepts the de"ance, by bringing this back to their coun- try” [Timberlake’s note]. 4. “The prisoners of war are generally tortured by the women, at the party’s return, to revenge the death of those that have perished by the wretch’s countrymen. This savage custom has been so

much mitigated of late, that the prisoners were only compelled to marry, and then generally allowed all the privileges of the natives. This len- ity, however, has been a detriment to the nation; for many of these returning to their countrymen, have made them acquainted with the country- passes, weaknesses, and haunts of the Cherokees; besides that it gave the enemy greater courage to "ght against them” [Timberlake’s note]. 5. “Their custom is generally to engrave their victory on some neighbouring tree, or set up some token of it near the "eld of battle; to this their enemies are here supposed to point to, as boast- ing their victory over them, and the slaughter that they made” [Timberlake’s note].

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1. The text is from History, Manners, and Cus- toms of The Indian Nations Who Once Inhabited Pennsylvania and the Neighbouring States (1818; rev. ed. 1876).

2. Heckewelder wrote “Whom.” 1. The texts are from “Letter from Dr.  Sam- uel L. Mitchill,” Transactions and Collections of the American Antiquarian Society (1820).

Lenape War Song1

O poor me! Who2 am going out to "ght the enemy, And know not whether I shall return again, To enjoy the embraces of my children And my wife. 5 O poor creature! Whose life is not in his own hands, Who has no power over his own body, But tries to do his duty For the welfare of his nation. 10 O! thou Great Spirit above! Take pity on my children And on my wife! Prevent their mourning on my account! Grant that I may be successful in this attempt— 15 That I may slay my enemy, And bring home the trophies of war To my dear family and friends, That we may rejoice together. O! take pity on me! 20 Give me strength and courage to meet my enemy, Suffer me to return again to my children, To my wife And to my relations! Take pity on me and preserve my life 25 And I will make to thee a sacri"ce.

Two Cherokee Songs of Friendship1

Song the First

Can, nal, li, èh, ne- was-tu. A friend you resemble.

Chorus. Yai, ne, noo, way. E,noo,way,hā.

Song the Second

Ti, nai, tau, nā, cla, ne- was-tu. Brothers I think we are.

Chorus. Yai, ne, noo, way. E,noo,way,hā.

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CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS 1451–1506

I n Washington Irving’s widely read biography of Christopher Columbus, "rst pub-lished in 1828, the acclaimed American writer described the Eu ro pean adventurer as possessing an “ardent and enthusiastic imagination which threw a magni"cence over his whole course of thought.” “In his letters and journals,” Irving observed, “instead of detailing circumstances with the technical precision of a mere navigator, he notices the beauties of nature with the enthusiasm of a poet or a painter.” Pop u- lar travel narratives by Marco Polo and Sir John Mandev ille prob ably induenced Columbus’s plans for his historic "rst voyage and shaped his prose style, Irving remarked, and he described as well a “visionary” cast of mind that was evident in every thing Columbus did. Summing up the meaning of the adventurer’s dramatic life, Irving wrestled with the fact that the consequences of this visionary quality were often destructive to himself and those around him— not least due to his role in mak- ing slavery a central part of the encounter between Eu rope and the Amer i cas.

Born into a family of wool workers near the Mediterranean port of Genoa, Colum- bus turned to the sea as a young man, developed a plan to "nd a commercially viable Atlantic route to Asia, and in 1492 won the support of the Spanish monarchs, Fer- dinand and Isabella, for this “enterprise of the Indies.” His unexpected discoveries led to three later voyages intended to establish Spanish power in the West Indies and in South Amer i ca. What seemed an auspicious beginning was followed by a long series of disasters and disappointments. His willingness to enslave the natives, and his lack of interest in indigenous social and cultural forms, had devastating con- sequences. What had appeared to him to be friendly relations with the Taino Indi- ans on the island of Hispaniola in 1492 turned sour as the settlers demanded gold and sexual partners from their hosts. On Columbus’s return to the island in 1494, none of the Eu ro pe ans remained alive. A new settlement fell into disorder while he was away in Cuba and Jamaica. In 1496, he was forced to return to Spain to clear his name of po liti cally motivated charges made against him by Eu ro pean rivals involved in the colonies. A third voyage, begun in 1498, took him for the "rst time to the South American mainland. The lushness of nature there made him believe he was near paradise, but when he returned to Hispaniola, he discovered the Spanish settlers on that island in open rebellion against his authority. Able to reach a truce only at the expense of the Taino Indians, who were virtually enslaved by the rebels, Columbus soon found himself under arrest. He was sent in chains to Spain in 1500 to answer yet more charges. His last voyage, intended to restore his tarnished reputa- tion, resulted in a long period of suffering in Panama and shipwreck in Jamaica. Dur- ing this time, Columbus underwent a virtual breakdown, even suffering delusional periods. Rescued at last, he returned to Eu rope and died not long afterward. His discoveries in the West Indies were left in a state of violent disorder.

The supposed Journal of Columbus’s "rst voyage is actually a summary prepared by the cleric and reformer Bartolomé de las Casas (also pres ent in this volume). However, several documents regarding the four voyages survive from Columbus’s hand. His letter to Luis de Santangel, a court of"cial who helped secure "nancing for the "rst voyage, provides a more au then tic account. This so-called Letter of Discovery served as the basis for the "rst printed description of Amer i ca, initially issued in 1493 and widely translated and reprinted across Eu rope. Here, Columbus writes of marvels in a manner that becomes entwined with the language of posses-

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sion. A memorandum regarding the second voyage, intended by Columbus for the Spanish monarchs (whose responses to each point also survive), offers useful insights into the emerging ambiguities and prob lems of the Hispaniola colony. For the third and fourth voyages, three letters from Columbus, two sent to the Crown and one to a woman of the Spanish court, detail his deepening worldly and spiritual trou bles. His emotional fragility and spiritual despair are effectively conveyed in the excerpt from his letter to Ferdinand and Isabella regarding his fourth voyage that is included here along with the letter to Santangel.

The following texts are from Select Documents Illustrating the Four Voyages of Columbus (1930–33), translated and edited by Cecil Jane.

Letter of Discovery

[At sea, February 15, 1493] Sir, As I know that you will be pleased at the great victory with which Our Lord has crowned my voyage, I write this to you, from which you will learn how in thirty- three days, I passed from the Canary Islands to the Indies with the deet which the most illustrious king and queen our sovereigns gave to me. And there I found very many islands "lled with people innumerable, and of them all I have taken possession for their highnesses, by proclamation made and with the royal standard unfurled, and no opposition was offered to me. To the "rst island which I found I gave the name San Salvador,1 in remem- brance of the Divine Majesty, Who has marvelously bestowed all this; the Indians call it “Guanahani.” To the second I gave the name Isla de Santa María de Concepción; to the third, Fernandina; to the fourth, Isabella; to the "fth, Isla Juana,2 and so to each one I gave a new name.

When I reached Juana I followed its coast to the westward, and I found it to be so extensive that I thought that it must be the mainland, the province of Catayo.3 And since there were neither towns nor villages on the seashore, but only small hamlets, with the people of which I could not have speech because they all ded immediately, I went forward on the same course, thinking that I should not fail to "nd great cities and towns. And at the end of many leagues,4 seeing that there was no change and that the coast was bearing me north- wards, which I wished to avoid since winter was already beginning and I proposed to make from it to the south, and as moreover the wind was carry- ing me forward, I determined not to wait for a change in the weather and retraced my path as far as a certain harbor known to me. And from that point I sent two men inland to learn if there were a king or great cities. They trav- eled three days’ journey and found an in"nity of small hamlets and people without number, but nothing of importance. For this reason they returned.

I understood suf"ciently from other Indians, whom I had already taken, that this land was nothing but an island. And therefore I followed its coast eastwards for one hundred and seven leagues to the point where it ended.

1. The precise identity of the Bahamian island Columbus named San Salvador is not known today, although many theories have been put forward, most positing that Watling Island is the likeliest site. 2. Of these four islands, only the identity of

Juana (Cuba) is today certain. 3. I.e., China (or “Cathay”). 4. Re nais sance units of mea sure ment were inex- act. Columbus’s “league” was prob ably about four miles.

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And from that cape I saw another island distant eigh teen leagues from the former, to the east, to which I at once gave the name “Española.”5 And I went there and followed its northern coast, as I had in the case of Juana, to the eastward for one hundred and eighty- eight great leagues in a straight line. This island and all the others are very fertile to a limitless degree, and this island is extremely so. In it there are many harbors on the coast of the sea, beyond comparison with others which I know in Christendom, and many rivers, good and large, which is marvelous. Its lands are high, and there are in it very many sierras and very lofty mountains, beyond comparison with the island of Tenerife.6 All are most beautiful, of a thousand shapes, and all are accessible and "lled with trees of a thousand kinds and tall, and they seem to touch the sky. And I am told that they never lose their fo liage, as I can understand, for I saw them as green and as lovely as they are in Spain in May, and some of them were dowering, some bearing fruit, and some in another stage, according to their nature. And the nightingale7 was singing and other birds of a thousand kinds in the month of November there where I went. There are six or eight kinds of palm, which are a won der to behold on account of their beautiful variety, but so are the other trees and fruits and plants. In it are marvelous pine groves, and there are very large tracts of cultivatable lands, and there is honey, and there are birds of many kinds and fruits in great diversity. In the interior are mines of metals, and the population is without number. Española is a marvel.

The sierras and mountains, the plains and arable lands and pastures, are so lovely and rich for planting and sowing, for breeding cattle of every kind, for building towns and villages. The harbours of the sea here are such as cannot be believed to exist unless they have been seen, and so with the riv- ers, many and great, and good waters, the majority of which contain gold. In the trees and fruits and plants, there is a great difference from those of Juana. In this island, there are many spices and great mines of gold and of other metals.

The people of this island, and of all the other islands which I have found and of which I have information, all go naked, men and women, as their mothers bore them, although some women cover a single place with the leaf of a plant or with a net of cotton which they make for the purpose. They have no iron or steel or weapons, nor are they "tted to use them, not because they are not well built men and of handsome stature, but because they are very marvel- lously timorous. They have no other arms than weapons made of canes, cut in seeding time, to the ends of which they "x a small sharpened stick. And they do not dare to make use of these, for many times it has happened that I have sent ashore two or three men to some town to have speech, and countless people have come out to them, and as soon as they have seen my men approaching they have ded, even a father not waiting for his son. And this, not because ill has been done to anyone; on the contrary, at every point where I have been and have been able to have speech, I have given to them of all that I had, such as cloth and many other things, without receiving anything for it; but so they are, incurably timid. It is true that, after they have been reassured

5. I.e., Hispaniola, where the countries of Haiti and the Dominican Republic are located. 6. The largest of the Canary Islands. 7. Not native to the Western Hemi sphere. Nor is

the honeybee, presumably the source of the honey mentioned below. The existence of gold in the rivers, also mentioned below, was purely con- jectural.

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8. A castellano was a gold coin. 9. A blanca was a copper coin. An arroba was equal to twenty- "ve pounds. 1. No rec ord exists of how many indigenous people Columbus took captive, but only seven

survived the voyage to Spain. On the second voy- age, one of these seven acted as interpreter. 2. Communication, exchange. 3. A fusta was a moderate- sized ship, smaller than a galley, with banks of oars and a single mast.

and have lost their fear, they are so guileless and so generous with all they pos- sess, that no one would believe it who has not seen it. They never refuse any- thing which they possess, if it be asked of them; on the contrary, they invite anyone to share it, and display as much love as if they would give their hearts, and whether the thing be of value or whether it be of small price, at once with what ever tride of what ever kind it may be that is given to them, with that they are content. I forbade that they should be given things so worthless as frag- ments of broken crockery and scraps of broken glass, and ends of straps, although when they were able to get them, they fancied that they possessed the best jewel in the world. So it was found that a sailor for a strap received gold to the weight of two and a half castellanos,8 and others much more for other things which were worth much less. As for new blancas, for them they would give every thing which they had, although it might be two or three cas- tellanos’ weight of gold or an arroba9 or two of spun cotton. . . . They took even the pieces of the broken hoops of the wine barrels and, like savages, gave what they had, so that it seemed to me to be wrong and I forbade it. And I gave a thousand handsome good things, which I had brought, in order that they might conceive affection, and more than that, might become Christians and be inclined to the love and ser vice of their highnesses and of the whole Castil- ian nation, and strive to aid us and to give us of the things which they have in abundance and which are necessary to us. And they do not know any creed and are not idolaters; only they all believe that power and good are in the heav- ens, and they are very "rmly convinced that I, with these ships and men, came from the heavens, and in this belief they everywhere received me, after they had overcome their fear. And this does not come because they are ignorant; on the contrary, they are of a very acute intelligence and are men who navigate all those seas, so that it is amazing how good an account they give of every thing, but it is because they have never seen people clothed or ships of such a kind.

And as soon as I arrived in the Indies, in the "rst island which I found, I took by force some of them, in order that they might learn and give me information of that which there is in those parts, and so it was that they soon understood us, and we them, either by speech or signs, and they have been very ser viceable.1 I still take them with me, and they are always assured that I come from Heaven, for all the intercourse2 which they have had with me; and they were the "rst to announce this wherever I went, and the others went running from house to house and to the neighbouring towns, with loud cries of, “Come! Come to see the people from Heaven!” So all, men and women alike, when their minds were set at rest concerning us, came, so that not one, great or small, remained behind, and all brought something to eat and drink, which they gave with extraordinary affection. In all the island, they have very many canoes, like rowing fustas,3 some larger, some smaller, and some are larger than a fusta of eigh teen benches. They are not so broad, because they are made of a single log of wood, but a fusta would not keep up with them in rowing, since their speed is a thing incredible. And in these they navigate among all those islands, which are

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4. Columbus was mistaken about the single lan- guage, as he later discovered. In fact, there was considerable linguistic diversity. 5. Actually, Cuba occupies roughly forty- three thousand square miles, whereas Eng land alone is more than "fty thousand square miles in area. 6. The Natives called one region of the island “Havana,” and “Avan” may be Columbus’s ren- dering of that name. 7. Again, Columbus overstates his comparison.

The coastline of Spain and Portugal mea sures roughly nineteen hundred miles, whereas that of Española is about "fteen hundred miles. “Colibre”: Collioure, in the Pyrenees; “Fuenterabia:” Hondar- ribia, a coastal town in northwestern Spain. 8. A site on the modern bay of Caracol, in Haiti. “ Grand Khan”: the Chinese emperor. 9. Columbus left approximately forty men at La Navidad.

innumerable, and carry their goods. One of these canoes I have seen with seventy and eighty men in her, and each one with his oar.

In all these islands, I saw no great diversity in the appearance of the people or in their manners and language.4 On the contrary, they all under- stand one another, which is a very curious thing, on account of which I hope that their highnesses will determine upon their conversion to our holy faith, towards which they are very inclined.

I have already said how I have gone one hundred and seven leagues in a straight line from west to east along the seashore of the island Juana, and as a result of that voyage, I can say that this island is larger than Eng land and Scotland together,5 for, beyond these one hundred and seven leagues, there remain to the westward two provinces to which I have not gone. One of these provinces they call “Avan,”6 and there the people are born with tails; and these provinces cannot have a length of less than "fty or sixty leagues, as I could understand from those Indians whom I have and who know all the islands.

The other, Española, has a circumference greater than all Spain, from Colibre, by the sea- coast, to Fuenterabia in Vizcaya, since I voyaged along one side one hundred and eighty- eight great leagues in a straight line from west to east.7 It is a land to be desired and, seen, it is never to be left. And in it, although of all I have taken possession for their highnesses and all are more richly endowed than I know how, or am able, to say, and I hold them all for their highnesses, so that they may dispose of them as, and as absolutely as, of the kingdoms of Castile, in this Española, in the situation most con ve- nient and in the best position for the mines of gold and for all intercourse as well with the mainland here as with that there, belonging to the Grand Khan, where will be great trade and gain, I have taken possession of a large town, to which I gave the name Villa de Navidad,8 and in it I have made for- ti"cations and a fort, which now will by this time be entirely "nished, and I have left in it suf"cient men9 for such a purpose with arms and artillery and provisions for more than a year, and a fusta, and one, a master of all seacraft, to build others, and great friendship with the king of that land, so much so, that he was proud to call me, and to treat me as, a brother. And even if he were to change his attitude to one of hostility towards these men, he and his do not know what arms are and they go naked, as I have already said, and are the most timorous people that there are in the world, so that the men whom I have left there alone would suf"ce to destroy all that land, and the island is without danger for their persons, if they know how to govern themselves.

In all these islands, it seems to me that all men are content with one woman, and to their chief or king they give as many as twenty. It appears to me that the women work more than the men. And I have not been able to learn if they hold private property; what seemed to me to appear was that, in that which one had, all took a share, especially of eatable things.

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1. Among those who expected to "nd human monstrosities was Pierre d’Ailly, a French theo- logian, phi los o pher, and cardinal. Columbus annotated his own copy of d’Ailly’s cosmographic and astronomical writings, the Imago Mundi (written between 1410 and  1419 and printed sometime between 1480 and 1490). 2. Either Dominica or Maria Galante. 3. Now Martinique. “Intercourse”: here, in the sexual sense. 4. The Genoese government. “Chios”: an island, now part of Greece, that had been claimed by Genoa since 1346; Columbus may have visited there in 1474–75. “Mastic”: a natu ral resin pro- duced from the mastic tree, sometimes known as

“the tears of Chios.” The trade in mastic was controlled by a com pany that became a tributary to the Ottomans in 1453. 5. In 1452, Pope Nicholas V authorized the Por- tuguese to reduce any non- Christians to the sta- tus of slaves; two years later, he granted Portugal a mono poly of the slave trade with Africa. Spain ignored the mono poly status that Nicholas had granted to Portugal and began trading in African slaves. On arriving in the West Indies, Colum- bus almost immediately began to take captives, and a bit later he participated in the enslavement of Native people. He eventually developed a plan for a slave trade in indigenous Americans.

In these islands I have so far found no human monstrosities, as many expected,1 but on the contrary the whole population is very well- formed, nor are they negroes as in Guinea, but their hair is dowing, and they are not born where there is intense force in the rays of the sun; it is true that the sun has there great power, although it is distant from the equinoctial line twenty- six degrees. In these islands, where there are high mountains, the cold was severe this winter, but they endure it, being used to it and with the help of meats which they eat with many and extremely hot spices. As I have found no monsters, so I have had no report of any, except in an island “Quaris,”2 the second at the coming into the Indies, which is inhab- ited by a people who are regarded in all the islands as very "erce and who eat human desh. They have many canoes with which they range through all the islands of India and pillage and take as much as they can. They are no more malformed than the others, except that they have the custom of wearing their hair long like women, and they use bows and arrows of the same cane stems, with a small piece of wood at the end, owing to lack of iron which they do not possess. They are ferocious among these other people who are cowardly to an excessive degree, but I make no more account of them than of the rest. These are those who have intercourse with the women of “Matinino,”3 which is the "rst island met on the way from Spain to the Indies, in which there is not a man. These women engage in no feminine occupation, but use bows and arrows of cane, like those already mentioned, and they arm and protect themselves with plates of copper, of which they have much.

In another island, which they assure me is larger than Española, the people have no hair. In it, there is gold incalculable, and from it and from the other islands, I bring with me Indians as evidence.

In conclusion, to speak only of that which has been accomplished on this voyage, which was so hasty, their highnesses can see that I will give them as much gold as they may need, if their highnesses will render me very slight assistance; moreover, spice and cotton, as much as their highnesses shall command; and mastic, as much as they shall order to be shipped and which, up to now, has been found only in Greece, in the island of Chios, and the Seignory4 sells it for what it pleases; and aloe wood, as much as they shall order to be shipped, and slaves, as many as they shall order to be shipped and who will be from the idolaters.5 And I believe that I have found rhubarb and cinnamon, and I shall "nd a thousand other things of value, which the people whom I have left there will have discovered, for I have not delayed at any point, so far as the wind allowed me to sail, except in the town of Navi-

6. There is a gap here in the original manuscript. 7. Columbus was in fact off Santa Maria, one of the islands in the Azores. “Caravel”: a fast, light sailing ship, much used by the Portuguese for exploring the African coast. Two of the three ships on Columbus’s "rst voyage, the Niña and the Pinta, were caravels. 8. The Admiral. 9. Columbus’s decision to go to Lisbon, Portu- gal, aroused suspicions in Spain, where Portu-

gal was regarded as a major rival. 1. Written on Jamaica in 1503, this letter was hand carried from there to Hispaniola by Diego Mendez. 2. Paria was the mainland region of what is now Venezuela, near the island of Trinidad. Columbus, who had "rst landed in South Amer i ca (“Terra Firma,” as he terms it later) in 1498, argued that the terrestrial paradise lay nearby.

dad, in order to leave it secured and well established, and in truth, I should have done much more, if the ships had served me, as reason demanded.

This is enough . . . 6 and the eternal God, our Lord, Who gives to all those who walk in His way triumph over things which appear to be impos- sible, and this was notably one; for, although men have talked or have writ- ten of these lands, all was conjectural, without suggestion of ocular evidence, but amounted only to this, that those who heard for the most part listened and judged it to be rather a fable than as having any vestige of truth. So that, since Our Redeemer has given this victory to our most illus- trious king and queen, and to their renowned kingdoms, in so great a matter, for this all Christendom ought to feel delight and make great feasts and give solemn thanks to the Holy Trinity with many solemn prayers for the great exaltation which they shall have, in the turning of so many peoples to our holy faith, and afterwards for temporal bene"ts, for not only Spain but all Christians will have hence refreshment and gain.

This, in accordance with that which has been accomplished, thus briedy. Done in the caravel, off the Canary Islands,7 on the "fteenth of Febru-

ary, in the year one thousand four hundred and ninety- three. At your orders. El Almirante.8

[Postscript]

After having written this, and being in the sea of Castile, there came on me so great a south- south- west wind, that I was obliged to lighten ship. But I ran here to- day into this port of Lisbon,9 which was the greatest marvel in the world, whence I deci ded to write to their highnesses. In all the Indies, I have always found weather like May; where I went in thirty- three days and I had returned in twenty- eight, save for these storms which have detained me for fourteen days, beating about in this sea. Here all the sailors say that never has there been so bad a winter nor so many ships lost.

Done on the fourth day of March.

1493

From Letter to Ferdinand and Isabella Regarding the Fourth Voyage1

[Jamaica, July 7, 1503]

* * * Of Española, Paria,2 and the other lands, I never think without weeping. I believed that their example would have been to the pro"t of others; on the

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3. Although it appears that Columbus has speci"c personal enemies in mind, it is not clear whom he means. 4. I.e., Panama, where Columbus was shipwrecked earlier in this voyage.

5. Cf. “Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s, and unto God the things that are God’s” (Matthew 22.21).

contrary, they are in an exhausted state; although they are not dead, the in"rmity is incurable or very extensive; let him who brought them to this state come now with the remedy if he can or if he knows it; in destruction, every one is an adept. It was always the custom to give thanks and promo- tion to him who imperiled his person. It is not just that he who has been so hostile to this undertaking should enjoy its fruits or that his children should. Those who left the Indies, dying from toils and speaking evil of the matter and of me, have returned with of"cial employment.3 So it has now been ordained in the case of Veragua.4 It is an ill example and without pro"t for the business and for justice in the world.

The fear of this, with other suf"cient reasons, which I saw clearly, led me to pray your highnesses before I went to discover these islands and Terra Firma, that you would leave them to me to govern in your royal name. It pleased you; it was a privilege and agreement, and under seal and oath, and you granted me the title of viceroy and admiral and governor general of all. And you "xed the boundary, a hundred leagues beyond the Azores and the Cape Verde Islands, by a line passing from pole to pole, and you gave me wide power over this and over all that I might further discover. The docu- ment states this very fully.

The other most impor tant matter, which calls aloud for redress, remains inexplicable to this moment. Seven years I was at your royal court, where all to whom this undertaking was mentioned, unanimously declared it to be a delusion. Now all, down to the very tailors, seek permission to make dis- coveries. It can be believed that they go forth to plunder, and it is granted to them to do so, so that they greatly prejudice my honor and do very great dam- age to the enterprise. It is well to give to God that which is His due and to Caesar that which belongs to him.5 This is a just sentiment and based on justice.

The lands which here obey Your Highnesses are more extensive and richer than all other Christian lands. After I, by the divine will, had placed them under your royal and exalted lordship, and was on the point of secur- ing a very great revenue, suddenly, while I was waiting for ships to come to your high presence with victory and with great news of gold, being very secure and joyful, I was made a prisoner and with my two brothers was thrown into a ship, laden with fetters, stripped to the skin, very ill- treated, and without being tried or condemned. Who will believe that a poor foreigner could in such a place rise against Your Highnesses, with- out cause, and without the support of some other prince, and being alone among your vassals and natu ral subjects, and having all my children at your royal court?

I came to serve at the age of twenty- eight years, and now I have not a hair on my body that is not gray, and my body is in"rm, and what ever remained to me from those years of ser vice has been spent and taken away from me and sold, and from my brothers, down to my very coat, without my being heard or seen, to my great dishonor. It must be believed that this was not done by your royal command. The restitution of my honor, the reparation of

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my losses, and the punishment of him who did this, will spread abroad the fame of your royal nobility. The same punishment is due to him who robbed me of the pearls, and to him who infringed my rights as admiral.6 Very great will be your merit, fame without parallel will be yours, if you do this, and there will remain in Spain a glorious memory of Your Highnesses, as grate- ful and just princes.

The pure devotion which I have ever borne to the ser vice of Your High- nesses, and the unmerited wrong that I have suffered, will not permit me to remain silent, although I would fain do so; I pray Your Highnesses to pardon me. I am so ruined as I have said; hitherto I have wept for others; now, Heaven have mercy upon me, and may the earth weep for me. Of worldly goods, I have not even a blanca7 for an offering in spiritual things. Here in the Indies I have become careless of the prescribed forms of religion. Alone in my trou ble, sick, in daily expectation of death, and encompassed about by a million savages, full of cruelty and our foes, and so separated from the holy Sacraments of Holy Church, my soul will be forgotten if it here leaves my body. Weep for me, whoever has charity, truth, and justice.

I did not sail upon this voyage to gain honor or wealth; this is certain, for already all hope of that was dead. I came to Your Highnesses with true devo- tion and with ready zeal, and I do not lie. I humbly pray Your Highnesses that if it please God to bring me forth from this place, that you will be pleased to permit me to go to Rome and to other places of pilgrimage. May the Holy Trinity preserve your life and high estate, and grant you increase of pros- perity.

Done in the Indies in the island of Jamaica, on the seventh of July, in the year one thousand "ve hundred and three.

1505

6. The reference is to Alonso de Ojeda (1468– c. 1516), who had taken pearls— part of what was reserved to Columbus under his agreement with

the Spanish Crown— from Paria to Española. 7. See n. 9, p. 61.

BARTOLOMÉ DE LAS CASAS 1474–1566

“I saw all these things I have described, and countless others.” So wrote Bartolomé de las Casas, the Spanish “Apostle of the Indians,” who is best known as early modern Eu rope’s most eloquent advocate for Native American rights. During Las Casas’s early career as a soldier, he observed and, to some extent, participated in the atrocities that were being perpetrated on the Native inhabitants of the Amer i- cas, often in the name of Chris tian ity. Increasingly troubled by these events, and provoked by the gaps between Christian ideals and the brutality committed in its name, Las Casas gradually sought in his religious faith a means to challenge the vio lence that was decimating indigenous communities. In a famous sermon of 1514,

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delivered shortly after he entered the Roman Catholic priesthood, Las Casas repu- diated the institution of forced labor known as the encomienda system and returned the Indian serfs he had been awarded.

From this time until his death, Las Casas engaged in a vigorous campaign to institute a more just relationship between Amer i ca’s Eu ro pean colonizers and its indigenous inhabitants. Las Casas spoke, wrote, and published against existing practices, often in excoriating terms, to audiences on both sides of the Atlantic. He proposed alternatives to the existing system, including, to his later regret, the intro- duction of Africans as slaves to replace the forced labor of indigenous Americans. He engaged in practical efforts to establish more- benign colonial relations, notably in Venezuela in 1520, and again in Chiapas, Mexico, during the mid-1540s after his appointment as bishop there, but these proj ects largely failed.

Las Casas’s arguments had their greatest successes in 1537, when Pope Paul III forbade all further Native enslavements, and in 1542, when the Spanish emperor Charles V followed suit in the New Laws of the Indies, which gave Native Ameri- cans full protection of the courts, forbidding their enslavement on any grounds. “We order and command that henceforth,” ran one clause in the New Laws, “for no cause whatsoever, whether of war, rebellion, ransom, or in any other manner, can any Indian be made a slave.” Not long afterward, Las Casas was once again disap- pointed, when Charles V revoked key features of the New Laws in the face of pres- sure from settlers. The reformer spent the last twenty years of his life writing about his long crusade in the West Indies.

Las Casas had family ties to Christopher Columbus as well as personal memories of the excitement surrounding the “discoveries.” He helped shape Columbus’s leg- acy by transcribing the logbook from the "rst voyage in what is the only surviving copy of that document; he also transcribed and annotated Columbus’s diaries. Of Las Casas’s own writings, the most impor tant in his own era was Brevísima relación de la destrucción de las Indias. ( There are minor variations in En glish translations of the title, rendered in the following text as An Account, Much Abbreviated, of the Destruction of the Indies.) First published in 1552, Destruction of the Indies was based on oral arguments that Las Casas had used a de cade earlier to persuade a special royal commission to frame the legal code of 1542. The emphasis in the printed text on personal witness, like the biting irony of his descriptions of “Chris- tians,” stems from the rhetorical context of the original setting.

Destruction of the Indies details with chilling effect the devastation visited on Native Americans by conquistadors and colonizers in pursuit of wealth. Las Casas was widely accused of treason and endured charges of heresy, partly because the quick translation of this work into several other languages provided Spain’s ene- mies with ample evidence of his country’s sins in Amer i ca— a point that Protestant nations such as the Netherlands and Eng land especially wished to highlight, at least partly in the interest of their own colonial proj ects. Ironically, the later Prot- estant “Black Legend” of Spanish devastations in the West Indies derives in impor- tant ways from the polemical exposé that the Catholic priest Bartolomé de las Casas intended less as a denunciation of Spain’s past be hav ior than as a call to its future reform.

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From An Account, Much Abbreviated, of the Destruction of the Indies1

On the Island Hispaniola

On the island Hispaniola, which was the "rst, as we said, wherein the Chris- tians entered and began the devastations and perditions of these nations, and "rst destroyed them and wiped the land clean of inhabitants, these Christians began to take the women and children of the Indians to serve them and use them ill, and they would eat their victuals that issued from the sweat of their brow and their hard work, and yet still were not content with what the Indians gave them willingly, according to the ability that each one had, which is not ever much, for they seldom have more than that which they have most immediate need of and can produce with little labour. And in truth, what suf"ces for three houses of ten persons each for a month, a Christian will eat and destroy in one day, and these Christians did them many other acts of compulsion and vio lence and vexation.

The Indians, at this treatment, began to see that those men must not have come down from the sky, or heaven,2 and some hid their victuals, others their women and children, while others ded into the wilderness to remove them- selves from men of such hard and terrible conversation.3 The Christians would smite them with their hands and strike them with their "sts and beat them with sticks and cudgels, until they " nally laid hands upon the lords of the villages. And this practice came to such great temerity and shameless- ness and ignominy that a Christian captain did violate the wife of the great- est king, the lord of all the island.4 And at that, the Indians began to seek ways to cast the Christians from their lands; they took up arms, which are but weak and petty things, of little offence and re sis tance and even less defence (for which reason, all their wars are little more than what would be games with wooden swords here in this land, or even children’s games), and at that, the Christians with their horses and swords and pikes and lances began to wreak slaughters and singular cruelties upon them.

They would enter into the villages and spare not children, or old people, or pregnant women, or women with suckling babes, but would open the woman’s belly and hack the babe to pieces, as though they were butchering lambs shut up in their pen. They would lay wagers who might slice open the belly of a man with one stroke of their blade, or cut off a man’s head with one swift motion of their pike, or spill out his entrails. They would snatch babes from their mothers’ breasts and take them by their feet and dash their heads against the rocks. Others would ding them over their shoulders into the rivers, laughing and jeering, and as they fell into the water they would call out: “Thrash, you little bugger!”; other babes, they would run their swords

1. The text is from An Account, Much Abbrevi- ated, of the Destruction of the Indies (2003), ed. Franklin W. Knight, trans. Andrew Hurley. 2. Christopher Columbus, Thomas Harriot, and other early Eu ro pean arrivals in the Amer i cas reported that Native peoples took them to be gods who had come from the heavens. 3. Social interaction. 4. Francisco de Valenzuela raped the wife of the Taino cacique (chief) Enriquillo (c. 1498– ?),

who had been raised in a Franciscan monastery on Santo Domingo. Angered by this treatment, Enriquillo led revolts against the Spanish from 1519 to 1538 from a base in the mountains that attracted Natives and escaped African slaves. Charles V eventually ordered that a peace treaty be signed, the "rst such treaty between Eu ro pe- ans and indigenous Americans. Las Casas was involved in the reconciliation with Enriquiollo that followed.

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5. Gallows. 6. A frame of parallel metal bars used for grilling.

7. A city in southern Spain. 8. Puerto Rico was called San Juan until 1521.

through mother and child at once, and all that they came across. They would erect long gibbets,5 but no higher than that a man’s feet might dangle just above the ground, and bind thirteen of the Indians at one time, in honour and reverence, they said, of Our Redeemer and the twelve Apostles, and put "rewood around it and burn the Indians alive. Others, they would tie or bind their bodies all about with dry straw, and set "re to the straw and burn them that way. Others, and all those that they desired to let live, they would cut off both their hands but leave them hanging by the skin, and they would say to them: “Go, and take these letters,” which was to say, carry the news to the people who have hidden themselves in the mountains and the wilder- ness. They would often slay the lords and nobles in this way: They would weave together twigs and branches, like unto a gridiron,6 but made of twigs, and raise it on forked poles or limbs of trees set into the ground, and tether the lords and nobles to that grate and set a slow "re below it, so that little by little, crying out and screaming from those torments, and in desperation, they would give up their souls.

I myself saw that once, four or "ve lords and men of high rank were being burned on grates in this way (and I even think that there may have been two or three pairs of grates on which others were also being burned), and on account of their loud cries and clamours, the captain seemed to take pity on them, or perhaps they disturbed his sleep, and he ordered them hanged; but the executioner that was burning them, who was worse than any hang- man (and I know what his name is and even met certain kinsmen of his in Seville),7 was not content to hang them, and so with his hands he sewed their mouths shut with sticks, so that they could make no sounds, and then poked up the "re and roasted them as long as he had "rst desired. I vouchsafe that I did see all the things I have writ above, and in"nite numbers of others. And because all those who were able to dee, did hide themselves in the wil- derness and go up into the mountains to escape those men who were so inhumane, so pitiless, and so savage, and such abominable destroyers and foremost enemies of the human lineage, the Spaniards taught and trained hunting hounds, "erce and savage dogs that would no sooner see an Indian than they would tear him to pieces, and would rather set upon a man and eat him than if he were a pig. These dogs wrought dreadful havoc and butch- eries. And because sometimes, though seldom, the Indians would slay a Christian, though for good and just reason and in holy justice, the Span- iards made a law amongst themselves that for every one Christian that the Indians slew, the Christians would slay an hundred Indians.

* * * From all that coast, which was once "lled with people, they have brought to the island of Hispaniola and that of San Juan8 two million or more souls whom they have taken in their raids, and all of those, too, they have slain on those islands and sent to the mines or to other hard labour, over and above the multitudes who lived on them, as we have said above. And it is a great pity and it breaks one’s heart to see that coast of fertile, blessed land, now des- ert and bare of people.

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9. The Bahamas.

And this is a truth that may easily be con"rmed: That they never bring a ship "lled with Indians, stolen and assaulted in this manner, as I have said, that they do not cast into the sea, dead, the third part of those who are upon it, having left that many more dead in taking them from their lands. The reason is that, in order to accomplish their ends they must have many people, to obtain more money for more slaves, and they carry but little food or water (so that the tyrants who style themselves “shipowners” may save a little money), hardly enough store, or a little more, for the Spaniards who go in the ship to carry out their raids, and so there is not enough for the poor, sad Indians, and so they die of hunger and thirst, and the answer is to throw them into the sea. And in truth one man who was with them told me that from one island of the Lucayos,9 where they cause great devastation in this wise, to the Island of Hispaniola, which is sixty or seventy leagues, a ship might sail without compass and without map, taking its course by the trail of Indians doating on the surface of the sea, thrown dead from a ship that went before.

Then, from the moment they remove them from the ship onto the island where they have carried the Indians to be sold as slaves, it would break the heart of any man in whom any jot of mercy were remaining, to see children and old persons, men and women, naked and starving, and falling in a faint from hunger. Then, as though they were lambs, fathers are separated from their sons and wives from their husbands, making herds of ten or twenty persons, and lots are cast for them, so that the groups of them may be car- ried off by the wretched “shipowners,” who are those who put in their part of the money to "t out the armada of two or three ships, and the tyrannical raiders who go out to lay hold of them and set upon them in their homes. And when it happens that within such a lot there is some Indian that is old or sick, the tyrant calls out to the one who is apportioning the lots: “This old man, to the devil with him. What are you giving him to me for, to bury him? This sick one, why should I take him, to cure him?” And one may see here in what great esteem the Spaniards hold the Indians, and may judge whether they obey the divine commandment from which the Law and the Prophets all derive, that men should love one another.

The tyranny that the Spaniards exercise against the Indians in "nding or diving for pearls is one of the most cruel and shameful things in the world. There is no hellish and hopeless life on this earth that may be compared with it, however hard and terrible taking out the gold in the mines may be. They throw them into the sea in three and four and "ve yards’ depth from early morning until the sun has set. They are always underwater swimming, without respite, tearing from the seabed the oysters in which the pearls are found. Bearing little nets and gasping for air, they come to the surface, where a Spanish torturer awaits them in a canoe or little rowboat, and if they dally too long in resting, they are beaten and water is poured upon their head to make them dive again. Their food is "sh, and also the "sh that contains the pearls, and bread made of cassava and sometimes of maize, which are the common breads in those parts, the "rst of very little substance and the other toilsome to make, and with which they never "ll themselves. The beds that

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they are given of a night is that they are cast into stocks1 set into the ground, so that they cannot run away. Often they dive into the sea in their "shing or search for pearls and never come up again, because two species of most bloodthirsty and vicious sea beasts,2 which can swallow a man down whole, do eat them and kill them. And one can see here whether the Spaniards who in their search for pearls act in this wise have obeyed the divine precepts of love for God and man by putting these poor creatures in the way of danger both temporal and of the soul as well, because they die outside the faith and without sacraments, and all for their own in"nite greed. And another thing, giving them such a miserable life until they wear them away and consume them in the space of but a few and easily numbered days. Because for men, living under the water without respite is a thing impossible for very long, most especially when the constant coldness of the water penetrates them to their very innards, and so all of them generally die spitting blood from out their mouths, by reason of the tightness of chest that seizes them from being so long and so constantly without respite, and with the diarrhea caused by the cold. Their hair, which is by nature black, becomes burned like the hair of sailors, and salt trails run down their backs, so that they appear to be mon- sters in the form of men, or another species entirely. In this incomparable labour, or to say the truth, this hellish enterprise, the Spaniards have spent3 and consumed all the Indians of the Lucayos that once lived on that island when the Spaniards descended into this species of farming. And each one of them was worth "fty or one hundred castellanos,4 and they sold them pub- licly, even though such treatment was forbidden by their own justices (unjust enough, if truth be told), although the Lucayos were "ne swimmers. And in these parts there have died countless others from other provinces and parts.

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1. Wooden structures for securing a person’s hands and feet. 2. Sharks and barracuda.

3. Worn out, used up. 4. Spanish gold coins.

ÁLVAR NÚÑEZ CABEZA DE VACA c. 1490–1558

One of the most common forms of writing to emerge from the Eu ro pean encounter with the Amer i cas was travel or exploration narratives. These nar- ratives, in Spanish frequently called relaciónes, combined adventure and captivity tales with descriptions of the manners and customs of local inhabitants. While the descriptive passages sometimes resemble the modern scholarly genre of ethnogra- phy, they were written with dif fer ent aims from those of academic anthropologists. In the dedication to his relación, Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca asserts that his account “is of no trivial value” because it will help adventurers who seek to “subdue those countries and bring them to a knowledge of the true faith and true Lord and bring them under the imperial dominion” of Spain’s Emperor Charles V, grand son

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and successor of Ferdinand and Isabella. This frank statement captures the stance and tone of many such narratives.

A soldier of modest noble background who had fought in Italy and Spain, Cabeza de Vaca sailed in the 1527 expedition to Florida led by Pan"lo de Narváez. Impetu- ous, self- centered, and a poor leader, Narváez "rst took his six hundred men to His- paniola, where a quarter of them deserted, and then to Cuba, where two of the six ships were lost in a hurricane. Ten months after leaving Spain, the expedition became stranded near what is now Sarasota Bay, on Florida’s west coast. Narváez asserted possession of Florida even as the inhabitants of Sarasota Bay (prob ably Calusa Indi- ans) made, in Cabeza de Vaca’s words, “many signs and threats [that] left little doubt that they were bidding us to go.” Soon the expedition, reduced to eating its horses, sought to escape other groups of Florida Indians, from the Timucuan of the Suwan- nee River area to the Apalachees of the Panhandle. They built clumsy “barges” and retreated to the sea, traveling west along the edge of the Gulf of Mexico. Narváez took the best oarsmen in his own craft and left the other barges behind him as they neared what is now Mobile Bay, in Alabama. As he pulled away from the others he told them, with false magnanimity, that (again, in Cabeza de Vaca’s word’s) “it was no longer a time when one should command another”—in short, every man for himself! With that, Narváez and his crew dis appeared, apparently lost at sea.

The other rafts passed the mouth of what seems to have been the Mississippi River and, in November 1528, wrecked on an island, which they called Malhado (Misfortune, or Doom; pres ent- day Galveston Island or San Luis Island, Texas). Cabeza de Vaca survived and was initially accompanied by three fellow survivors: the Spaniards Andrés Dorantes and Alonso del Castillo Maldonado and Dorantes’s black slave, Estevánico, who was from the Moroccan town of Azemmor. During the subsequent de cade, alone or with drifting groups of other survivors, Cabeza de Vaca underwent a North American odyssey. He spent his "rst two years on the Texas coast as a prisoner and slave of the Capoque and Han clans of the Karankawa Indi- ans. He then gradually progressed north and west, gaining status and power among the Caddos, Atakapas, Coahuiltecans, and other Native communities from his activities as a merchant and, especially, his skill as a healer. By 1535, he reached pres ent- day New Mexico, where he encountered the Jumanos and Conchos, then headed southwest into Mexico as the leader of a vast crowd of Pimas and Opatas who rev er ent ly followed him from village to village.

The heady mood of the journey dissipated the following March, however, when the wanderers encountered a party of Spanish slave hunters under Diego de Alcaraz in western Mexico. Seeing the terror exhibited by his Indian escorts at the men he described as “Christian slavers,” Cabeza de Vaca became openly critical of Alcaraz, who arrested him, sent him south, and seized as slaves the six hundred Natives in his com pany. From Mexico City, where he agitated against the cruel (and technically illegal) activities of the likes of Alcaraz, Cabeza de Vaca went to Spain in 1537. After making similar protestations to Charles V, he was allowed to lead an expedition to South Amer i ca in 1540. As governor of the Río de la Plata region, Cabeza de Vaca hoped to enact enlightened policies toward the Natives, but his colonists, pro"ting from slavery, removed him forcibly from of"ce and sent him in chains back to Spain in 1545. After long delays in settling the dispute, in 1551 he was exiled to what is now Algeria and forbidden to return to Amer i ca.

Cabeza de Vaca composed his "rst narrative of the Narváez expedition during the three years he spent in Spain before his departure for Río de la Plata. It was published in 1542; a corrected and expanded version, which includes the story of his later Amer- ican experience, appeared in 1555. Addressed to Charles V, the 1542 account sought to justify his conclusions regarding Spanish policy and be hav ior in Amer i ca as well as to argue for renewed explorations and settlement in the regions he had crossed. Sev- eral later Spanish expeditions, including those of Coronado and de Soto, clearly drew on Cabeza de Vaca’s arguments and knowledge. More impor tant, however, The Rela-

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tion of Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca sought to recount (with remarkable understate- ment) his sufferings and many brushes with death and to explore his complex feelings regarding the Native Americans and his countrymen’s dealings with them. The se lections included here demonstrate the range and complexity of his rhetorical modes, from dedicatory prose to ethnographic- style writing to dramatic recounting.

From The Relation of Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca1

[Dedication]

Sacred Caesarian Catholic Majesty:

Among all the princes who have reigned, I know of none who has enjoyed the universal esteem of Your Majesty at this day, when strangers vie in appro- bation with those motivated by religion and loyalty.

Although every one wants what advantage may be gained from ambition and action, we see everywhere great inequalities of fortune, brought about not by conduct but by accident, and not through anybody’s fault but as the will of God. Thus the deeds of one far exceed his expectation, while another can show no higher proof of purpose than his fruitless effort, and even the effort may go unnoticed.

I can say for myself that I undertook the march abroad, on royal authori- zation, with a "rm trust that my ser vice would be as evident and distin- guished as my ancestors’, and that I would not need to speak to be counted among those Your Majesty honors for diligence and "delity in affairs of state. But my counsel and constancy availed nothing toward those objectives we set out to gain, in your interests, for our sins. In fact, no other of the many armed expeditions into those parts has found itself in such dire straits as ours, or come to so futile and fatal a conclusion.

My only remaining duty is to transmit what I saw and heard in the nine years I wandered lost and miserable over many remote lands. I hope in some mea sure to convey to Your Majesty not merely a report of positions and dis- tances, dora and fauna, but of the customs of the numerous, barbarous people I talked with and dwelt among, as well as any other matters I could hear of or observe. My hope of going out from among those nations was always small; nevertheless, I made a point of remembering all the particu- lars, so that should God our Lord eventually please to bring me where I am now, I might testify to my exertion in the royal behalf.

Since this narrative, in my opinion, is of no trivial value for those who go in your name to subdue those countries and bring them to a knowledge of the true faith and true Lord and bring them under the imperial dominion, I have written very exactly. Novel or, for some persons, dif"cult to believe though the things narrated may be, I assure you they can be accepted without hesitation as strictly factual. Better than to exaggerate, I have minimized all things; it is enough to say that the relation is offered Your Majesty for truth.

I beg that it may be received as homage, since it is the most one could bring who returned thence naked.

1. The text is from Adventures in the Unknown Interior of Amer i ca (1961), edited and translated by Cyclone Covey.

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* * * [The Malhado Way of Life]

The people2 we came to know there are tall and well built. Their only weap- ons are bows and arrows, which they use with great dexterity. The men bore through one of their nipples, some both, and insert a joint of cane two and a half palms long by two "n gers thick. They also bore their lower lip and wear a piece of cane in it half a "n ger in dia meter.

Their women toil incessantly. From October to the end of February every year, which is the season these

Indians live on the island, they subsist on the roots I have mentioned,3 which the women get from under water in November and December. Only in these two months, too, do they take "sh in their cane weirs. When the "sh is con- sumed, the roots furnish the one staple. At the end of February the island- ers go into other parts to seek sustenance, for then the root is beginning to grow and is not edible.

These people love their offspring more than any in the world and treat them very mildly.

If a son dies, the whole village joins the parents and kindred in weeping. The parents set off the wails each day before dawn, again at noon, and at sunset, for one year. The funeral rites occur when the year of mourning is up. Following these rites, the survivors wash off the smoke stain of the cer- emony in a symbolic purgation. All the dead are lamented this way except the aged, who merit no regrets. The dead are buried, except medicine- men, who are cremated. Every body in the village dances and makes merry while the pyre of a medicine- man kindles, and until his bones become powder. A year later, when his rites are celebrated, the entire village again participat- ing, this powder is presented in water for the relatives to drink.

Each man has an acknowledged wife, except the medicine- men, who may have two or three wives apiece. The several wives live together in perfect amity.

When a daughter marries, she must take every thing her husband kills in hunting or catches in "shing to the house of her father, without daring to eat or to withhold any part of it, and the husband gets provided by female carrier from his father- in- law’s house. Neither the bride’s father nor mother may enter the son- in- law’s house after the marriage, nor he theirs; and this holds for the children of the respective couples. If a man and his in- laws should chance to be walking so they would meet, they turn silently aside from each other and go a crossbow- shot out of their way, averting their glance to the ground. The woman, however, is free to fraternize with the parents and relatives of her husband. These marriage customs prevail for more than "fty leagues inland from the island.

At a house where a son or brother may die, no one goes out for food for three months, the neighbors and other relatives providing what is eaten. Because of this custom, which the Indians literally would not break to save their lives, great hunger reigned in most houses while we resided there, it being a time of repeated deaths. Those who sought food worked hard, but they could get little in that severe season. That is why Indians who kept me left the island by canoe for oyster bays on the main.

2. The Capoques and Hans of coastal Texas. 3. I.e., “certain roots which taste like nuts, mostly grubbed from [ under] the water with great labor.”

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4. Re nais sance units of mea sure ment were inex- act. Cabeza de Vaca’s “league” was prob ably about four miles. 5. I.e., Spanish moss.

6. Having escaped from the Capoques and Hans, Cabeza de Vaca is now among the Avava- res and Arbadaos in inland Texas.

Three months out of every year they eat nothing but oysters and drink very bad water. Wood is scarce; mosquitoes, plentiful. The houses are made of mats; their doors consist of masses of oyster shells. The natives sleep on these shells—in animal skins, those who happen to own such.

Many a time I would have to go three days without eating, as would the natives. I thought it impossible that life could be so prolonged in such pro- tracted hunger; though afterwards I found myself in yet greater want, as shall be seen.

The Indians who had Alonso del Castillo, Andrés Dorantes, and the others of their barge who remained alive, spoke a dif fer ent dialect and claimed a dif fer ent descent from these I lived among. They frequented the opposite shore of the main to eat oysters, staying till the "rst of April, then returning.

The distance to the main is two leagues at the widest part of the chan- nel.4 The island itself, which supports the two tribes commodiously, is half a league wide by "ve long.

The inhabitants of all these parts go naked, except that the women cover some part of their persons with a wool that grows on trees,5 and damsels dress in deerskin.

The people are generous to each other with what little they have. There is no chief. All belonging to the same lineage keep together. They speak two languages: Capoque and Han.

They have a strange custom when acquaintances meet or occasionally visit, of weeping for half an hour before they speak. This over, the one who is visited rises and gives his visitor all he has. The latter accepts it and, after a while, carries it away, often without a word. They have other strange cus- toms, but I have told the principal and most remarkable of them.

In April [1529] we went to the seashore and ate blackberries all month, a time of [dance ceremonies] and "estas among the Indians.

* * *

[Our Life among the Avavares and Arbadaos]

All the Indians of this region6 are ignorant of time, either by the sun or moon; nor do they reckon by the month or year. They understand the seasons in terms of the ripening of fruits, the dying of "sh, and the position of stars, in which dating they are adept.

The Avavares always treated us well. We lived as free agents, dug our own food, and lugged our loads of wood and water. The houses and our diet were like those of the nation we had just come from, but the Avavares suffer yet greater want, having no corn, acorns, or pecans. We always went naked like them and covered ourselves at night with deerskins.

Six of the eight months we dwelled with these people we endured acute hunger; for "sh are not found where they are either. At the end of the eight months, when the prickly pears were just beginning to ripen again [mid- June 1535], I traveled with the Negro— unknown to our hosts—to others a day’s

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7. Neighbors of the Avavares and Arbadaos. “The Negro”: Estevánico.

journey farther on: the Maliacones.7 When three days had passed, I sent Estevánico to fetch Castillo and Dorantes.

When they got there, the four of us set out with the Maliacones, who were going to "nd the small fruit of certain trees which they subsist on for ten or twelve days while the prickly pears are maturing. They joined another tribe, the Arbadaos, who astonished us by their weak, emaciated, swollen condition.

We told the Maliacones with whom we had come that we wanted to stop with these Arbadaos. The Maliacones despondently returned the way they came, leaving us alone in the brushland near the Arbadao houses. The observing Arbadaos talked among themselves and came up to us in a body. Four of them took each of us by the hand and led us to their dwellings.

Among them we underwent "ercer hunger than among the Avavares. We ate not more than two handfuls of prickly pears a day, and they were still so green and milky they burned our mouths. In our lack of water, eating brought great thirst. At nearly the end of our endurance we bought two dogs for some nets, with other things, and a skin I used for cover.

I have already said that we went naked through all this country; not being accustomed to going so, we shed our skins twice a year like snakes. The sun and air raised great, painful sores on our chests and shoulders, and our heavy loads caused the cords to cut our arms. The region is so broken and so over- grown that often, when we gathered wood, blood dowed from us in many places where the thorns and shrubs tore our desh. At times, when my turn came to get wood and I had collected it at heavy cost in blood, I could nei- ther drag nor bear it out. My only solace in these labors was to think of the sufferings of our Redeemer, Jesus Christ, and the blood He shed for me. How much worse must have been his torment from the thorns than mine here!

I bartered with these Indians in combs I made for them and in bows, arrows, and nets. We made mats, which are what their houses consist of and for which they feel a keen necessity. Although they know how to make them, they prefer to devote their full time to "nding food; when they do not, they get too pinched with hunger.

Some days the Indians would set me to scraping and softening skins. These were my days of greatest prosperity in that place. I would scrape thoroughly enough to sustain myself two or three days on the scraps. When it happened that these or any people we had left behind gave us a piece of meat, we ate it raw. Had we put it to roast, the "rst native who came along would have "lched it. Not only did we think it better not to risk this, we were in such a condition that roasted meat would have given us pain. We could digest it more easily raw.

Such was our life there, where we earned our meager subsistence by trade in items which were the work of our own hands.

[Pushing On]

Eating the dogs seemed to give us strength enough to go forward; so com- mending ourselves to the guidance of God our Lord, we took leave of our hosts, who pointed out the way to others nearby who spoke their language.

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Rain caught us. We traveled the day in the wet and got lost. At last, we made for an extensive scrub wood stretch, where we stopped and pulled prickly pear pads, which we cooked overnight in a hot oven we made. By morning they were ready.

After eating, we put ourselves again in the hands of God and set forth. We located the path we had lost and, after passing another scrub wood stretch, saw houses. Two women who were walking in the “forest” with some boys ded deep into it in fright to call their men, when they noticed us head- ing for the houses. The men arrived and hid behind trees to look at us. We called to them, and they came up very timidly. After some conversation, they told us their food was very scarce and that many houses of their people stood close by, to which they would conduct us.

At nightfall we came to a village of "fty dwellings. The residents looked at us in astonishment and fear. When they grew somewhat accustomed to our appearance, they felt our faces and bodies and then their own, comparing.

We stayed in that place overnight. In the morning the Indians brought us their sick, beseeching our blessing. They shared with us what they had to eat— prickly pear pads and the green fruit roasted. Because they did this with kindness and good will, gladly foregoing food to give us some, we tar- ried here several days.

Other Indians came from beyond in that interval and, when they were about to depart, we told our hosts we wanted to go with them. Our hosts felt quite uneasy at this and pressed us warmly to stay. In the midst of their weeping we left them.

[Customs of That Region]

From the Island of Doom to this land, all the Indians we saw have the cus- tom of not sleeping with their wives from the time they are discovered preg- nant to two years after giving birth. Children are suckled until they are twelve, when they are old enough to "nd their own support. We asked why they thus prolonged the nursing period, and they said that the poverty of the land frequently meant—as we witnessed— going two or three days without eating, sometimes four; if children were not allowed to suckle in seasons of scarcity, those who did not famish would be weaklings.

Anyone who chances to fall sick on a foraging trip and cannot keep up with the rest is left to die, unless he be a son or brother; him they will help, even to carry ing on their back.

It is common among them all to leave their wives when there is disagree- ment, and directly reconnect with whomever they please. This is the course of men who are childless. Those who have children never abandon their wives.

When Indian men get into an argument in their villages, they "st- "ght until exhausted, then separate. Sometimes the women will go between and part them, but men never interfere. No matter what the disaffection, they do not resort to bows and arrows. After a "ght, the disputants take their houses (and families) and go live apart from each other in the scrub wood until they have cooled off; then they return and from that moment are friends as if nothing had happened. No intermediary is needed to mend their friendship.

In case the quarrelers are single men, they repair to some neighboring people (instead of the scrub wood), who, even if enemies, welcome them

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8. It was prob ably March 1536. 9. I.e., Culiacán, the northernmost Spanish set-

tlement in Mexico at that time, located in Sinaloa near the mouth of the Gulf of California.

warmly and give so largely of what they have that when the quarrelers’ ani- mosity subsides, they return to their home village rich.

* * *

[The First Confrontation]

When we saw for certain that we were drawing near the Christians, we gave thanks to God our Lord for choosing to bring us out of such a melancholy and wretched captivity. The joy we felt can only be conjectured in terms of the time, the suffering, and the peril we had endured in that land.

The eve ning of the day we reached the recent campsite, I tried hard to get Castillo or Dorantes to hurry on three days, unencumbered, after the Christians who were now circling back into the area we had assured protec- tion. They both reacted negatively, excusing themselves for weariness, though younger and more athletic than I; but they being unwilling, I took the Negro and eleven Indians next morning to track the Christians. We went ten leagues, past three villages where they had slept.

The day after that, I overtook four of them on their horses. They were dumbfounded at the sight of me, strangely undressed and in com pany with Indians. They just stood staring for a long time, not thinking to hail me or come closer to ask questions.

“Take me to your captain,” I at last requested; and we went together half a league to a place where we found their captain, Diego de Alcaraz.

When we had talked awhile, he confessed to me that he was completely undone, having been unable to catch any Indians in a long time; he did not know which way to turn; his men were getting too hungry and exhausted. I told him of Castillo and Dorantes ten leagues away with an escorting mul- titude. He immediately dispatched three of his horse men to them, along with "fty of his Indian allies. The Negro went, too, as a guide; I stayed behind.

I asked the Christians to furnish me a certi"cate of the year, month, and day I arrived here, and the manner of my coming; which they did.8 From this river to the Christian town, Sant Miguel9 within the government of the recently created province of New Galicia, is a distance of thirty leagues.

[The Falling- Out with Our Countrymen]

After "ve days, Andrés Dorantes and Alonso del Castillo arrived with those who had gone for them; and they brought more than 600 natives of the vicin- ity whom the Indians who had been escorting us drew out of the woods and took to the mounted Christians, who thereupon dismissed their own escort.

When they arrived, Alcaraz begged us to order the villa gers of this river out of the woods in the same way to get us food. It would be unnecessary to command them to bring food, if they came at all; for the Indians were always diligent to bring us all they could.

We sent our heralds to call them, and presently there came 600 Indians with all the corn they possessed. They brought it in clay- sealed earthen pots which had been buried. They also brought what ever else they had; but we wished only a meal, so gave the rest to the Christians to divide among themselves.

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After this we had a hot argument with them, for they meant to make slaves of the Indians in our train. We got so angry that we went off forgetting the many Turkish- shaped bows, the many pouches, and the "ve emerald arrowheads, etc., which we thus lost. And to think we had given these Christians a supply of cowhides and other things that our retainers had carried a long distance!

It proved dif"cult to persuade our escorting Indians to go back to their homes, to feel apprehensive no longer, and to plant their corn. But they did not want to do anything until they had "rst delivered us into the hands of other Indians, as custom bound them. They feared they would die if they returned without ful"ling this obligation whereas, with us, they said they feared neither Christians nor lances.

This sentiment roused our countrymen’s jealousy. Alcaraz bade his inter- preter tell the Indians that we were members of his race who had been long lost; that his group were the lords of the land who must be obeyed and served, while we were inconsequential. The Indians paid no attention to this. Con- ferring among themselves, they replied that the Christians lied: We had come from the sunrise, they from the sunset; we healed the sick, they killed the sound; we came naked and barefoot, they clothed, horsed, and lanced; we coveted nothing but gave what ever we were given, while they robbed whomever they found and bestowed nothing on anyone.

* * * To the last I could not convince the Indians that we were of the same people as the Christian slavers. Only with the greatest effort were we able to induce them to go back home. We ordered them to fear no more, reestab- lish their towns, and farm.

Already the countryside had grown rank from neglect. This is, no doubt, the most proli"c land in all these Indies. It produces three crops a year; the trees bear a great variety of fruit; and beautiful rivers and brimming springs abound throughout. There are gold- and silver- bearing ores. The people are well disposed, serving such Christians as are their friends with great good will. They are comely, much more so than the Mexicans. This land, in short, lacks nothing to be regarded as blest.

When the Indians took their leave of us they said they would do as we commanded and rebuild their towns, if the Christians let them. And I sol- emnly swear that if they have not done so it is the fault of the Christians.

After we had dismissed the Indians in peace and thanked them for their toil in our behalf, the Christians subtly sent us on our way in the charge of an alcalde named Cebreros, attended by two horse men.1 They took us through forests and wastes so we would not communicate with the natives and would neither see nor learn of their crafty scheme afoot. Thus we often misjudge the motives of men; we thought we had effected the Indians’ lib- erty, when the Christians were but poising to pounce.

* * *

c. 1536–40 1542

1. I.e., they were, in effect, under arrest.

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First Encounters: Early Eu ro pean Accounts of Native Amer i ca

C hristopher Columbus’s voyage of 1492 unleashed a torrent of words from innu-merable mouths and pens, words designed to describe, promote, dispute, or defend accounts of events that took place in the contact zone between Eu ro pe ans and Native Americans. “First encounter” is how the Pilgrim leaders William Bradford and Edward Winslow, among others, labeled such an initial contact. The phrase sug- gests the drama of what was, in real ity, a series of moments that unfolded over many de cades. Often, what seemed to be a “"rst” encounter turned out to involve Natives who had previously interacted with Eu ro pe ans or had even been to Eu rope. Before he rescued the settlers at Plymouth, for example, the Pawtuxet man Tisquantum, or Squanto as he is more familiarly known, had been taken captive to Eu rope, where he remained for over a de cade before returning to "nd his native village decimated by European- borne illnesses.

Though there was travel in both directions, most of the written and printed accounts that survive offer a Eu ro pean perspective on these encounters. In describing the greatly varied inhabitants of the Western Hemi sphere for Eu ro pean eyes and minds, these writers crafted something like a notion of culture. Although from a certain perspective Eu ro pe ans, with their primitive "rearms and disease- wracked bodies, were not all that dif fer ent from the inhabitants of the Western Hemi sphere, the contrasts were evident to both sides from the beginning, and the sense of differ- ence often deepened over time. Eu ro pean descriptions of the habits and attitudes of Native Americans caused widespread redection on the question of what key traits de"ned human nature globally.

Along with providing such descriptive passages, many of them richly informative about Native customs and practices, the lit er a ture of the contact zone pulses with incident, sensation, and turmoil. Tragedy is often near the surface. Many narratives subtly indicate an expanding Eu ro pean footprint that is vis i ble in accounts of Natives killed by infectious diseases that were new to the Western Hemi sphere. One such disease, smallpox, could wipe out an entire village and spread rapidly through- out a region. “Virgin soil” epidemics were the largest single cause of Native deaths, and mortality rates were often made worse by Eu ro pean actions.

Consider the catastrophic eruption of smallpox in Tenochtitlán (located where Mexico City is today). This plague occurred in 1520, the year after the arrival of the Spanish conquistador Hernán Cortés and his army. Thirty years later, survivors of the plague described its effects to Bernardino de Sahagún, a Franciscan friar, who then produced a chilling account in his General History of Things of New Spain, also known as The Florentine Codex:

There was indeed perishing; many indeed died of it. No longer could they walk; they only lay in their abodes, in their beds. No longer could they move, no lon- ger could they bestir themselves, no longer could they raise themselves, no lon- ger could they stretch themselves out face down, no longer could they stretch themselves out on their backs. And when they bestirred themselves, much did they cry out. There was much perishing. . . . Indeed many people died of them [i.e., smallpox pustules], and many just died of hunger. There was death from hunger; there was no one to take care of another; there was no one to attend to another.

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This painfully vivid description captures the essence of innumerable similar scenes that unfolded in indigenous communities across two continents over some four hundred years, until inoculation against smallpox became widely available in the twentieth century.

For Cortés, the epidemic mainly made it pos si ble to seize the city. In 1519, Tenochtitlán had been the thriving center of the Aztec Empire at the height of its power. In his correspondence with King Charles V of Spain, Cortés portrayed the Aztecs as a serious challenge to Spanish domination of the region. His lavishly beautiful account of the Aztec capital— with its amply stocked markets, large temples, and expansive public squares— pres ents a major civilization previously unknown to Eu ro pe ans. In describing an urban center the equal of most Eu ro pean cities, Cortés was tempting the king to support the colonization effort. Other wise, Charles might have focused on opportunities closer to home, particularly since he had recently been elected to the of"ce of Holy Roman Emperor.

In A Brief and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia (1588), the "rst printed English- language account of Amer i ca, Thomas Harriot highlights the pos- sibilities for trade and settlement, as well as providing a richly detailed ethno- graphic description of the Indians in the Outer Banks area of pres ent- day North Carolina and the Chesapeake Bay region. Harriot’s admiration for the abundance there is closely linked to his sense that the opportunities for pro"t are rich, at least in part because of the relatively unthreatening presence of the native Algonquians. Harriot also offers a poignant and troubling account of how the Natives in the region suffered from the “invisible bullets” of disease brought by the English— and how Native leaders aspired to enlist the En glish in their cause and to use these “bullets” against their enemies.

Other features of the lit er a ture of encounter dominate the se lection from The Voyages of the Sieur de Champlain (1613). Samuel de Champlain’s description of the battle that he and his Algonquin allies fought against their Iroquois opponents highlights the complex rivalries between indigenous groups that Eu ro pe ans often exploited. Champlain shows himself drawing on his allies’ war time practices, such as dream interpretation, and he provides an action- "lled description of the "ght. The gruesome torture scene is an early written repre sen ta tion of Iroquois war cus- toms. Champlain’s self- righteous condemnation of Iroquois practices should be read with the knowledge that similar forms of torture and execution (such as drawing and quartering or burning at the stake) were then widely used in Eu rope.

In History, Manners, and Customs of the Indian Nations (1818), John Heckewelder renders a Delaware Indian version of a 1609 encounter with Henry Hudson’s expe- dition, giving the tale a mythic frame signaled by the opening phrase, “A great many years ago.” Prob ably derived from an oral narrative that had been passed down over generations, Heckewelder’s rendition offers a striking counterpoint to Robert Juet’s con temporary journal- style account of these events, which was published in his Third Voyage of Master Henry Hudson (1625). Both versions describe the ritual ele ments of the encounter and highlight Native experience with what was to them a novel intoxicant, alcohol. While Heckewelder’s version of this “"rst encounter” is not an “au then tic” rendition of Delaware experience, it tells the story from the dis- tinctive perspective of the local people. But whereas Heckewelder’s narrative is both portentous and vaguely droll, Juet’s account of the same events emphasizes the mutual fearfulness, distrust, and brutality that undermined Eu ro pe ans’ early attempts to establish trade at “Manna- hata” (Manhattan).

A dif fer ent kind of counterpoint emerges between the description of the landing of the Pilgrims at Plymouth Rock in Mourt’s Relation (1622), by Bradford and Winslow, excerpted here, and the grand narrative of the legendary landing that Bradford presented in Of Plymouth Plantation, which appears later in this anthol- ogy. The con temporary account that Bradford coauthored with his good friend Winslow portrays the days and weeks after the landing as a narrative of confused

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1. The text is from Hernán Cortés: Letters from  Mexico (1971), edited and translated by

A. R. Pagden. 2. Prominent cities in Spain.

movements and puzzling discoveries: a “black thing” seen on the beach along with buried caches of corn, large burying grounds, and deserted clusters of Indian wig- wams, prob ably emptied by a smallpox epidemic such as the one that Bradford describes in Of Plymouth Plantation. Bradford and Winslow emphasize the confusion between wolves and men, an episode that conveys the larger ambiguity of the coloniz- ing efforts in which all these writers took part. Bradford’s later version of these events reveals how colonial actors subsequently sought to dispel at least some of the fuzzi- ness of earlier reports, sometimes imbuing them with clearer moral lessons.

Representing the colonial proj ects of Spain, France, Holland, and Eng land, the following se lections describe a range of locales spanning the "rst century and a half of the Eu ro pean presence in the Amer i cas. They illuminate vari ous ele ments that shaped the “"rst encounters”— from fear, disease, and vio lence to won der, curiosity, ambition, and even, at times, re spect.

HERNÁN CORTÉS

T ypical in some ways of the class of colonial agents that quickly developed in Spain and its American possessions after 1492, Hernán Cortés (1485–1543) was from a noble family in Extremadura, Spain. He spent two years at the great university at Salamanca, in the Spanish region of Castile, where he studied law and later worked as a notary. He also acquired familiarity with the histories, chronicles, and romances of chivalry that formed the literary culture of the Castilian nobility. Cortés already had much experience as a magistrate and military leader in Hispaniola and Cuba when in 1519 the governor of Cuba, Diego Velázquez, gave him command of an expe- dition to round up stranded Spaniards on the mainland of Yucatán. Ambitious to make a name for himself, Cortés took advantage of an ambiguity in his orders and pursued a bold course of exploration. Once on the Mexican coast, he destroyed his ships so his men could not back out. He then plunged inland, gathering Native allies for what proved a remarkable and remarkably bloody conquest of the Aztec Empire. The "ve letters that Cortés wrote to Charles V were intended to create a rationale for his technically illegal actions. The following se lection derives from the second letter, written after the Spaniards had arrived in Tenochtitlán ( here called Temixtitan) but before they began their "ght against the Aztec forces, which were led by the emperor Moctezuma II ( here, Mutezuma).

From Second Letter to the Spanish Crown1

[Description of Tenochtitlán]

This great city of Temixtitan * * * is as big as Seville or Córdoba.2 The main streets are very wide and very straight; some of these are on the land, but the rest and all the smaller ones are half on land, half canals where they paddle their canoes. All the streets have openings in places so that the water

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may pass from one canal to another. Over all these openings, and some of them are very wide, there are bridges made of long and wide beams joined together very "rmly and so well made that on some of them ten horse men may ride abreast.

Seeing that if the inhabitants of this city wished to betray us they were very well equipped for it by the design of the city, for once the bridges had been removed they could starve us to death without our being able to reach the mainland, as soon as I entered the city I made great haste to build four brigantines, and completed them in a very short time. They were such as could carry three hundred men to the land and transport the horses when- ever we might need them.

This city has many squares where trading is done and markets are held continuously. There is also one square twice as big as that of Salamanca, with arcades all around, where more than sixty thousand people come each day to buy and sell, and where every kind of merchandise produced in these

Tenochtitlán, or Mexico City, from Praeclara Ferdinadi Cortesii de Nova maris Oceani Hyspania Narratio, 1524. This German map of the Aztec capital, based on a sketch reportedly made for Cortés, accompanied a translation of his second and third letters to Charles V. It displays the material complexity documented in his prose.

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3. A large, spiked plant (also called aloe) from which both a sweet syrup and a strong liquor

(pulque) are still produced today. 4. Another prominent Spanish city.

lands is found; provisions as well as ornaments of gold and silver, lead, brass, copper, tin, stones, shells, bones, and feathers. They also sell lime, hewn and unhewn stone, adobe bricks, tiles, and cut and uncut woods of vari ous kinds. There is a street where they sell game and birds of every species found in this land: chickens, partridges and quails, wild ducks, dycatchers, wid- geons, turtledoves, pigeons, cane birds, parrots, ea gles and ea gle owls, fal- cons, sparrow hawks and kestrels, and they sell the skins of some of these birds of prey with their feathers, heads and claws. They sell rabbits and hares, and stags and small gelded dogs which they breed for eating.

There are streets of herbalists where all the medicinal herbs and roots found in the land are sold. There are shops like apothecaries’, where they sell ready- made medicines as well as liquid ointments and plasters. There are shops like barbers’ where they have their hair washed and shaved, and shops where they sell food and drink. There are also men like porters to carry loads. There is much "rewood and charcoal, earthenware braziers and mats of vari ous kinds like mattresses for beds, and other, "ner ones, for seats and for covering rooms and hallways. There is every sort of vegetable, especially onions, leeks, garlic, common cress and watercress, borage, sorrel, teasels and artichokes; and there are many sorts of fruit, among which are cherries and plums like those in Spain.

They sell honey, wax, and a syrup made from maize canes, which is as sweet and syrupy as that made from the sugar cane. They also make syrup from a plant which in the islands is called maguey,3 which is much better than most syrups, and from this plant they also make sugar and wine, which they likewise sell. There are many sorts of spun cotton, in hanks of every color, and it seems like the silk market at Granada,4 except here there is a much greater quantity. They sell as many colors for paint ers as may be found in Spain and all of excellent hues. They sell deerskins, with and without the hair, and some are dyed white or in vari ous colors. They sell much earthen- ware, which for the most part is very good; there are both large and small pitchers, jugs, pots, tiles, and many other sorts of vessel, all of good clay and most of them glazed and painted. They sell maize both as grain and as bread and it is better both in appearance and in taste than any found in the islands or on the mainland. They sell chicken and "sh pies, and much fresh and salted "sh, as well as raw and cooked "sh. They sell hen and goose eggs, and eggs of all the other birds I have mentioned, in great number, and they sell tortillas made from eggs.

Fi nally, besides those things which I have already mentioned, they sell in the market every thing else to be found in this land, but they are so many and so varied that because of their great number and because I cannot remember many of them nor do I know what they are called I shall not men- tion them. Each kind of merchandise is sold in its own street without any mixture what ever; they are very par tic u lar in this. Every thing is sold by num- ber and size, and until now I have seen nothing sold by weight. There is in this great square a very large building like a court house, where ten or twelve persons sit as judges. They preside over all that happens in the markets, and sentence criminals. There are in this square other persons who walk among

the people to see what they are selling and the mea sures they are using; and they have been seen to break some that were false.

There are, in all districts of this great city, many temples or houses for their idols. They are all very beautiful buildings, and in the impor tant ones there are priests of their sect who live there permanently; and, in addition to the houses for the idols, they also have very good lodgings. All these priests dress in black and never comb their hair from the time they enter the priesthood until they leave; and all the sons of the persons of high rank, both the lords and honored citizens also, enter the priesthood and wear the habit from the age of seven or eight years until they are taken away to be married; this occurs more among the "rst- born sons, who are to inherit, than among the others. They abstain from eating things, and more at some times of the year than at others; and no woman is granted entry nor permitted inside these places of worship.

Amongst these temples there is one, the principal one, whose great size and magni"cence no human tongue could describe, for it is so large that within the precincts, which are surrounded by a very high wall, a town of some "ve hundred inhabitants could easily be built. All round inside this wall there are very elegant quarters with very large rooms and corridors where their priests live. There are as many as forty towers, all of which are so high that in the case of the largest there are "fty steps leading up to the main part of it; and the most impor tant of these towers is higher than that of the cathedral of Seville. They are so well constructed in both their stone and woodwork that there can be none better in any place, for all the stone- work inside the chapels where they keep their idols is in high relief, with "gures and little houses, and the woodwork is likewise of relief and painted with monsters and other "gures and designs. All these towers are burial places of chiefs, and the chapels therein are each dedicated to the idol which he venerated.

There are three rooms within this great temple for the principal idols, which are of remarkable size and stature and decorated with many designs and sculptures, both in stone and in wood. Within these rooms are other chapels, and the doors to them are very small. Inside there is no light what- soever; there only some of the priests may enter, for inside are the sculp- tured "gures of the idols, although, as I have said, there are also many outside.

The most impor tant of these idols, and the ones in whom they have most faith, I had taken from their places and thrown down the steps; and I had those chapels where they were cleaned, for they were full of the blood of sacri"ces; and I had images of Our Lady and of other saints put there, which caused Mutezuma and the other natives some sorrow. First they asked me not to do it, for when the communities learnt of it they would rise against me, for they believed that those idols gave them all their worldly goods, and that if they were allowed to be ill treated, they would become angry and give them nothing and take the fruit from the earth leaving the people to die of hunger. I made them understand through the interpreters how deceived they were in placing their trust in those idols which they had made with their hands from unclean things. They must know that there was only one God, Lord of all things, who had created heaven and earth and all else and who made all of us; and He was without beginning or end, and they must adore

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5. A certain part (Latin).

and worship only Him, not any other creature or thing. And I told them all I knew about this to dissuade them from their idolatry and bring them to the knowledge of God our Saviour. All of them, especially Mutezuma, replied that they had already told me how they were not natives of this land, and that as it was many years since their forefathers had come here, they well knew that they might have erred somewhat in what they believed, for they had left their native land so long ago; and as I had only recently arrived from there, I would better know the things they should believe, and should explain to them and make them understand, for they would do as I said was best. Mutezuma and many of the chieftains of the city were with me until the idols were removed, the chapel cleaned and the images set up, and I urged them not to sacri"ce living creatures to the idols, as they were accustomed, for, as well as being most abhorrent to God, Your Sacred Majesty’s laws for- bade it and ordered that he who kills shall be killed. And from then on they ceased to do it, and in all the time I stayed in that city I did not see a living creature killed or sacri"ced.

The "gures of the idols in which these people believe are very much larger than the body of a big man. They are made of dough from all the seeds and vegetables which they eat, ground and mixed together, and bound with the blood of human hearts which those priests tear out while still beating. And also after they are made they offer them more hearts and anoint their faces with the blood. Every thing has an idol dedicated to it, in the same manner as the pagans who in antiquity honored their gods. So they have an idol whose favor they ask in war and another for agriculture; and likewise for each thing they wish to be done well they have an idol which they honor and serve.

There are in the city many large and beautiful houses, and the reason for this is that all the chiefs of the land, who are Mutezuma’s vassals, have houses in the city and live there for part of the year; and in addition there are many rich citizens who likewise have very good houses. All these houses have very large and very good rooms and also very pleasant gardens of vari- ous sorts of dowers both on the upper and lower doors.

Along one of the causeways to this great city run two aqueducts made of mortar. Each one is two paces wide and some six feet deep, and along one of them a stream of very good fresh water, as wide as a man’s body, dows into the heart of the city and from this they all drink. The other, which is empty, is used when they wish to clean the "rst channel. Where the aque- ducts cross the bridges, the water passes along some channels which are as wide as an ox; and so they serve the whole city.

Canoes paddle through all the streets selling the water; they take it from the aqueduct by placing the canoes beneath the bridges where those chan- nels are, and on top there are men who "ll the canoes and are paid for their work. At all the gateways to the city and at the places where these canoes are unloaded, which is where the greater part of the provisions enter the city, there are guards in huts who receive a certum quid5 of all that enters. I have not yet discovered whether this goes to the chief or to the city, but I think to the chief, because in other markets in other parts I have seen this tax paid to the ruler of the place. Every day, in all the markets and public

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places there are many workmen and craftsmen of every sort, waiting to be employed by the day. The people of this city are dressed with more elegance and are more courtly in their bearing than those of the other cities and prov- inces, and because Mutezuma and all those chieftains, his vassals, are always coming to the city, the people have more manners and politeness in all matters. Yet so as not to tire Your Highness with the description of the things of this city (although I would not complete it so briedy), I will say only that these people live almost like those in Spain, and in as much har- mony and order as there, and considering that they are barbarous and so far from the knowledge of God and cut off from all civilized nations, it is truly remarkable to see what they have achieved in all things.

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THOMAS HARRIOT

T homas Harriot (1560–1621) was an impor tant En glish scientist and mathema-tician, but he remained for many years an obscure "gure, and little is known about his early life. Born in Oxfordshire, he enrolled at the University at Oxford seventeen years later, earning a reputation for brilliance and befriending the geog- rapher Richard Hakluyt. Soon after graduating, he went to work for Sir Walter Raleigh, who became his patron. A year after Raleigh’s "rst voyage to the Amer i cas in 1584, Harriot sailed with Sir Richard Grenville, making astronomical observa- tions along the way. Anchored at Roanoke Island, off the Outer Banks of what is now North Carolina, Grenville’s expedition explored the mainland. In his capacity as a kind of staff scientist, Harriot observed the topography and the dora and fauna, as well as taking note of the customs and language of the local people. He made drawings and maps and developed a phonetic system for recording and learning the native Algonquian language. When Sir Francis Drake (see p. 47) arrived, warning of an imminent Spanish attack on the settlement at Roanoke, Harriot and his party sailed with Drake for Eng land. A Brief and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia (1588) became Harriot’s only work to appear in print during his lifetime, and it was reprinted twice by Richard Hakluyt. This abstract of a lost longer work offered a compendium of useful information for prospective planters and colonists. In 1590, Theodor de Bry produced a Latin edition that had engravings based on the watercolors made by John White, a member of Harriot’s party. De Bry’s volume was enormously popu lar, going through seventeen editions between 1590 and 1620. In later years, Harriot achieved considerable fame as a religious freethinker as well as a scholar and explorer.

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1. The text is from A Briefe and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia (1588; rpt. 1903). 2. I.e., it seems appropriate that. 3. Ranging in size as En glish people do.

4. Archaism for “places where trees are grown.” 5. Mounted guns; artillery. 6. Lack.

From A Brief and True Report of the New Found Land of Virginia1

Of the Nature and Manners of the People

It resteth2 I speak a word or two of the natu ral inhabitants, their natures and manners, leaving large discourse thereof until time more con ve nient hereaf- ter: now only so far forth, as that you may know, how that they in re spect of troubling our inhabiting and planting, are not to be feared; but that they shall have cause both to fear and love us, that shall inhabit with them.

They are a people clothed with loose mantles made of deer skins, & aprons of the same round about their middles; all else naked; of such a difference of statures only as we in Eng land;3 having no edge tools or weapons of iron or steel to offend us withal, neither know they how to make any: those weapons they have, are only bows made of witch hazel, & arrows of reeds; dat edged truncheons also of wood about a yard long, neither have they any thing to defend themselves but targets made of barks; and some armours made of sticks wickered together with thread.

Their towns are but small, & near the sea coast but few, some containing but 10 or 12 houses: some 20: the greatest that we have seen have been but of 30 houses: if they be walled it is only done with barks of trees made fast to stakes, or else with poles only "xed upright and close one by another.

Their houses are made of small poles made fast at the tops in round form after the manner as is used in many arbories4 in our gardens of Eng land, in most towns covered with barks, and in some with arti"cial mats made of long rushes; from the tops of the houses down to the ground. The length of them is commonly double to the breadth, in some places they are but 12 and 16 yards long, and in other some we have seen of four and twenty.

In some places of the country one only town belongeth to the government of a wiróans or chief lord; in other some two or three, in some six, eight, & more; the greatest wiróans that yet we had dealing with had but eigh teen towns in his government, and able to make not above seven or eight hundred "ghting men at the most: The language of every government is dif fer ent from any other, and the farther they are distant the greater is the difference.

Their manner of wars amongst themselves is either by sudden surprising one another most commonly about the dawning of the day, or moon light; or else by ambushes, or some subtle devices: Set battles are very rare, except it fall out where there are many trees, where either part may have some hope of defence, after the delivery of every arrow, in leaping behind some or other.

If there fall out any wars between us & them, what their "ght is likely to be, we having advantages against them so many manner of ways, as by our disci- pline, our strange weapons and devices else; especially by ordnance5 great and small, it may be easily imagined; by the experience we have had in some places, the turning up of their heels against us in running away was their best defence.

In re spect of us they are a people poor, and for want6 of skill and judge- ment in the knowledge and use of our things, do esteem our trides before

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7. Dwelling place.

things of greater value: Notwithstanding in their proper manner consider- ing the want of such means as we have, they seem very ingenious; for although they have no such tools, nor any such crafts, sciences and arts as we; yet in those things they do, they show excellence of wit. And by how much they upon due consideration shall "nd our manner of knowledges and crafts to exceed theirs in perfection, and speed for doing or execution, by so much the more is it probable that they should desire our friendships & love, and have the greater re spect for pleasing and obeying us. Whereby may be hoped if means of good government be used, that they may in short time be brought to civility, and the embracing of true religion.

Some religion they have already, which although it be far from the truth, yet being as it is, there is hope it may be the easier and sooner reformed.

They believe that there are many gods which they call montóac, but of dif fer ent sorts and degrees; one only chiefe and great God, which hath been from all eternity. Who as they af"rm when he purposed to make the world, made "rst other gods of a principal order to be as means and instruments to be used in the creation and government to follow; and after the sun, moon, and stars, as petty gods and the instruments of the other order more princi- pal. First they say were made waters, out of which by the gods was made all diversity of creatures that are vis i ble or invisible.

For mankind they say a woman was made "rst, which by the working of one of the gods, concieved and brought forth children: And in such sort they say they had their beginning.

But how many years or ages have passed since, they say they can make no relation having no letters nor other such means as we to keep rec ords of the particularities of times past, but only tradition from father to son.

They think that all the gods are of human shape, & therfore they repre- sent them by images in the forms of men, which they call kewasówok; one alone is called kewás; them they place in houses appropriate or temples which they call machicómuck; where they worship, praise, sing, and make many times offerings unto them. In some machicómuck we have seen but one kewás, in some two, and in other some three; the common sort think them to be also gods.

They believe also the immortality of the soul, that after this life as soon as the soul is departed from the body according to the works it hath done, it is either carried to heaven the habitacle7 of gods, there to enjoy perpetual bliss and happiness, or else to a great pit or hole, which they think to be in the furthest parts of their part of the world toward the sun set, there to burn continually: the place they call popogusso.

For the con"rmation of this opinion, they told me two stories of two men that had been lately dead and revived again; the one happened but few years before our coming into the country, of a wicked man which having been dead and buried, the next day the earth of the grave being seen to move, was taken up again; who made declaration where his soul had been, that is to say very near entering into popogusso, had not one of the gods saved him & gave him leave to return again, and teach his friends what they should do to avoid that terrible place of torment.

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8. An incendiary weapon, like Greek "re. “Burning glasses”: large convex lenses used to concentrate the sun’s rays, potentially causing ignition.

The other happened in the same year we were there, but in a town that was threescore miles from us, and it was told me for strange news that one being dead, buried and taken up again as the "rst, showed that although his body had lain dead in the grave, yet his soul was alive, and had traveled far in a long broad way, on both sides whereof grew most delicate and pleasant trees, bearing more rare and excellent fruits than ever he had seen before or was able to express, and at length came to most brave and fair houses, near which he met his father, that had been dead before, who gave him great charge to go back again and show his friends what good they were to do to enjoy the plea- sures of that place, which when he had done he should after come again.

What subtlety soever be in the wiroances and priests, this opinion wor- keth so much in many of the common and simple sort of people that it maketh them have great re spect to their governours, and also great care what they do, to avoid torment after death, and to enjoy bliss; although not- withstanding there is punishment ordained for malefactors, as stealers, whoremongers, and other sorts of wicked doers; some punished with death, some with forfeitures, some with beating, according to the greatness of the facts.

And this is the sum of their religion, which I learned by having special familiarity with some of their priests. Wherein they were not so sure grounded, nor gave such credit to their traditions and stories but through conversing with us they were brought into great doubts of their own, and no small admiration of ours, with earnest desire in many, to learn more than we had means for want of perfect utterance in their language to express.

Most things they saw with us, as mathematical instruments, sea com- passes, the virtue of the loadstone in drawing iron, a perspective glass whereby was showed many strange sights, burning glasses, wild"re works,8 guns, books, writing and reading, spring clocks that seem to go off them- selves, and many other things that we had, were so strange unto them, and so far exceeded their capacities to comprehend the reason and means how they should be made and done, that they thought they were rather the works of gods than of men, or at the leastwise they had been given and taught us of the gods. Which made many of them to have such opinion of us, as that if they knew not the truth of God and religion already, it was rather to be had from us, whom God so specially loved, than from a people that were so simple, as they found themselves to be in comparison of us. Whereupon greater credit was given unto that we spoke of concerning such matters.

Many times and in every town where I came, according as I was able, I made declaration of the contents of the Bible; that therein was set forth the true and only God, and his mighty works, that therein was contained the true doctrine of salvation through Christ, with many particularities of mir- acles and chief points of religion, as I was able then to utter, and thought "t for the time. And although I told them the book materially & of it self was not of any such virtue, as I thought they did concieve, but only the doctrine therein contained; yet would many be glad to touch it, to embrace it, to kiss it, to hold it to their breasts and heads, and stroke over all their body with it to show their hungry desire of that knowledge which was spoken of.

9. Many indigenous religions in the Amer i cas readily incorporate new practices, an approach sometimes called syncretism. 1. Trou ble, as in cross to bear. 2. Harriot and his contemporaries did not under- stand how disease was spread; germ theory was

not developed until the nineteenth century. In this section, Harriot describes how Wingina and the colonists offered competing interpretations for the devastating illnesses that swept through the region after the arrival of the En glish.

The wiroans with whom we dwelt, called Wingina, and many of his people would be glad many times to be with us at our prayers, and many times call upon us both in his own town, as also in others whither he sometimes accom- panied us, to pray and sing psalms; hoping thereby to be partaker of the same effects which we by that meanes also expected.9

Twice this wiroans was so grievously sick that he was like to die, and as he lay languishing, doubting of any help by his owne priests, and thinking he was in such danger for offending us and thereby our God, sent for some of us to pray and be a means to our God that it would please him either that he might live or after death dwell with him bliss; so likewise were the requests of many others in the like case.

On a time also when their corn began to wither by reason of a drought which happened extraordinarily, fearing that it had come to pass by reason that in some thing they had displeased us, many would come to us & desire us to pray to our God of Eng land, that he would preserve their corn, prom- ising that when it was ripe we also should be partakers of the fruit.

There could at no time happen any strange sickness, losses, hurts, or any other cross1 unto them, but that they would impute to us the cause or means therof for offending or not pleasing us.

One other rare and strange accident, leaving others, will I mention before I end, which moved the whole country that either knew or heard of us, to have us in wonderful admiration.

There was no town where we had any subtle device praised against us, we leaving it unpunished or not revenged ( because we sought by all means pos- si ble to win them by gentleness) but that within a few days after our depar- ture from every such town, the people began to die very fast, and many in short space; in some towns about twenty, in some fourty, in some sixty, & in one six score, which in truth was very many in re spect of their numbers.2 This happened in no place that we could learn but where we had been, where they used some practise against us, and after such time; The disease also so strange, that they neither knew what it was, nor how to cure it; the like by report of the oldest men in the country never happened before, time out of mind. A thing specially observed by us as also by the natu ral inhabitants themselves.

Insomuch that when some of the inhabitants which were our friends & especially the wiroans Wingina had observed such effects in four or "ve towns to follow their wicked practises, they were persuaded that it was the work of our God through our means, and that we by him might kill and slay whom we would without weapons and nor come near them.

And thereupon when it had happened that they had understanding that any of their enemies had abused us in our journeys, hearing that we had wrought no revenge with our weapons, & fearing upon some cause the matter should so rest: did come and entreat us that we would be a means to our God that they as others that had dealt ill with us might in like sort die; alleging

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how much it would be for our credit and pro"t, as also theirs; and hoping furthermore that we would do so much at their requests in re spect of the friendship we professe them.

Whose entreaties although we showed that they were ungodlie, af"rming that our God would not subject him selfe to any such prayers and requests of men: that indeed all thinges have been and were to be done according to his good plea sure as he had ordained: and that we to show our selves his true servants ought rather to make petition for the contrary, that they with them might live together with us, be made partakers of his truth & serve him in righ teousness; but notwithstanding in such sort, that we refer that as all other things, to be done according to his divine will & plea sure, and as by his wisdom he had ordained to be best.

Yet because the effect fell out so suddenly and shortly after according to their desires, they thought neverthelesse it came to pass by our means, and that we in using such speeches into them did but dissemble the matter, and therefore came unto us to give us thanks in their manner that although we satis"ed them not in promise, yet in deeds and effect we had ful"lled their desires.

This marvelous accident in all the country wrought so strange opinions of us, that some people could not tell whether to think us gods or men, and the rather because that all the space of their sicknesse, there was no man of ours known to die, or that was specially sick: they noted also that we had no women amongst us, neither that we did care for any of theirs.

Some therefore were of opinion that we were not born of women, and therefore not mortal, but that we were men of an old generation many years past then risen again to immortality.

Some would likewise seem to prophesy that there were more of our gen- eration yet to come, to kill theirs and take their places, as some thought the purpose was by that which was already done.

Those that were immediatly to come after us they imagined to be in the air, yet invisible & without bodies, & that they by our entreaty & for the love of us did make the people to die in that sort as they did by shooting invis- ible bullets into them.

To con"rm this opinion their physicians to excuse their ignorance in cur- ing the disease, would not be ashamed to say, but earnestly make the simple people believe, that the strings of blood that they sucked out of the sick bod- ies, were the strings wherewithal the invisible bullets were tied and cast.

Some also thought that we shot them ourselves out of our pieces from the place where we dwelt, and killed the people in any such town that had offended us as we listed,3 how far distant from us soever it were.

And other some said that it was the special work of God for our sakes, as we our selves have cause in some sort to think no less, whatsoever some do or may imagine to the contrary, specially some astrologers knowing of the eclipse of the sun which we saw the same year before in our voyage thither- ward, which unto them appeared very terrible. And also of a comet which began to appear but a few days before the beginning of the said sickness. But to conclude them from being the special causes of so special an acci- dent, there are farther reasons than I think "t at this pres ent to be alleged.

These their opinions I have set down the more at large that it may appear unto you that there is good hope they may be brought through discreet deal- ing and government to the embracing of the truth, and consequently to honour, obey, feare and love us.

And although some of our com pany towards the end of the year, showed themselves too "erce, in slaying some of the people, in some towns, upon causes that on our part, might easily enough have been borne withal: yet notwithstanding because it was on their part justly deserved, the alteration of their opinions generally & for the most part concerning us is the less to be doubted. And whatsoever else they may be, by carefulness of ourselves need nothing at all to be feared.

The best nevertheless in this as in all actions besides is to be endeavored and hoped, & of the worst that may happen notice to be taken with consid- eration, and as much as may be eschewed.

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SAMUEL DE CHAMPLAIN

B orn into a seafaring family near La Rochelle, a city on France’s Atlantic coast, Samuel de Champlain (c. 1570–1635) did more than any other Frenchman of his time to deepen his country’s interest in North Amer i ca. He had already crossed the ocean six times by 1603, when (as royal geographer under the command of the explorer François Pont- Gravé) he sailed up the Saint Lawrence River as far as the future site of Montreal. The expedition traded with the Natives there for valuable furs before returning to France. Early in 1604, Champlain published his of"cial report, Des Sauvages, or Of the Indians, illustrated with his own maps, and in April he returned to North Amer i ca under the command of the Sieur de Monts, a Protes- tant merchant who was a native of Champlain’s own region. (Sieur, meaning “Sir,” was an honori"c title in old French.) In 1608, Champlain made another voyage, dur- ing which he founded Quebec City. The next year he gathered Indian allies from several tribes in the Saint Lawrence valley and the mountains to the north, then journeyed down the Richelieu River into the long, narrow lake to the south that today bears his name. While on this trip, which he wrote about in his next book, Les Voy- ages de Sieur de Champlain (1613), he and his allies met and defeated a party of Mohawk Indians from what is now central New York. This violent encounter, related in the following se lection, helped turn most Mohawk and their kin in the Iroquois Confederacy against the French for the next 150 years.

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1. The text is from The Works of Samuel de Champlain in Six Volumes (1925), vol. 2, edited by H. P. Biggar and translated by John Squair. 2. Now known as the Richelieu; called by Champlain “the Iroquois river” and “the river of the Iroquois.” 3. Lake Champlain contains a number of large islands near where the Richelieu dows out of its

north end. 4. This length could have been from "fty to seventy- "ve miles. 5. Now known as Lake George; connected to Lake Champlain through the short La Chute River, site of the rapids mentioned in the previous sentence.

From The Voyages of the Sieur de Champlain1

[The Iroquois]

We departed on the following day, pursuing our way up the river2 as far as the entrance to the lake. * * *

On the following day we entered the lake * * * in which I saw four beau- tiful islands3 * * * which, like the Iroquois river, were formerly inhabited by Indians: but have been abandoned, since they have been at war with one another. There are also several rivers dowing into the lake, on whose banks are many "ne trees of the same va ri e ties we have in France, with many of the "nest vines I had seen anywhere. * * *

Continuing our way along this lake in a westerly direction and viewing the country, I saw towards the east very high mountains on the tops of which there was snow. I enquired of the natives whether these parts were inhab- ited. They said they were, and by the Iroquois, and that in those parts there were beautiful valleys and "elds rich in corn such as I have eaten in that country, along with other products in abundance. And they said that the lake went close to the mountains, which, as I judged, might be some twenty- "ve leagues4 away from us. Towards the south I saw others which were not less lofty than the "rst- mentioned, but there was no snow on these. The Indians told me that it was there that we were to meet their enemies, that the moun- tains were thickly populated, and that we had to pass a rapid which I saw afterwards. Thence they said we had to enter another lake.5 * * *

Now as we began to get within two or three days’ journey of the home of their enemy, we proceeded only by night, and during the day we rested. Nev- ertheless, they kept up their usual superstitious ceremonies in order to know what was to happen to them in their undertakings, and often would come and ask me whether I had had dreams and had seen their enemies. I would tell them that I had not, but nevertheless continued to inspire them with courage and good hope. When night came on, we set off on our way until the next morning. Then we retired into the thick woods where we spent the rest of the day. Towards ten or eleven o’clock, after walking around our camp, I went to take a rest, and while asleep I dreamed that I saw in the lake near a mountain our enemies, the Iroquois, drowning before our eyes. I wanted to succour them, but our Indian allies said to me that we should let them all perish; for they were bad men. When I awoke they did not fail to ask me as usual whether I had dreamed anything. I told them what I had seen in my dream. This gave them such con"dence that they no longer had any doubt as to the good fortune awaiting them.

Eve ning having come, we embarked in our canoes in order to proceed on our way, and as we were paddling along very quietly, and without making any noise, about ten o’clock at night on the twenty- ninth of [July], at the

6. Now known as Crown Point; in the southern part of Lake Champlain. 7. Members of this group of peoples, from the mountainous region north of the Saint Law-

rence River, accompanied Champlain on his expedition into the territory of their ancient enemies, the Iroquois. 8. An early, relatively heavy kind of gun.

extremity of a cape6 which proj ects into the lake on the west side, we met the Iroquois on the war- path. Both they and we began to utter loud shouts and each got his arms ready. We drew out into the lake and the Iroquois landed and arranged all their canoes near one another. Then they began to fell trees with the poor axes which they sometimes win in war, or with stone axes; and they barricaded themselves well.

Our Indians all night long also kept their canoes close to one another and tied to poles in order not to get separated, but to "ght all together in case of need. We were on the water within bowshot of their barricades. And when they were armed, and every thing in order, they sent two canoes which they had separated from the rest, to learn from their enemies whether they wished to "ght, and these replied that they had no other desire, but that for the moment nothing could be seen and that it was necessary to wait for daylight in order to distinguish one another. They said that as soon as the sun should rise, they would attack us, and to this our Indians agreed. Meanwhile the whole night was spent in dances and songs on both sides, with many insults and other remarks, such as the lack of courage of our side, how little we could resist or do against them, and that when daylight came our people would learn all this to their ruin. Our side too was not lacking in retort, tell- ing the enemy that they would see such deeds of arms as they had never seen, and a great deal of other talk, such as is usual at the siege of a city. Having sung, danced, and dung words at one another for some time, when daylight came, my companions and I were still hidden, lest the enemy should see us, getting our "re- arms ready as best we could, being however still sepa- rated, each in a canoe of the Montagnais Indians.7 After we were armed with light weapons, we took, each of us, an arquebus8 and went ashore. I saw the enemy come out of their barricade to the number of two hundred, in appearance strong, robust men. They came slowly to meet us with a grav- ity and calm which I admired; and at their head were three chiefs. Our Indi- ans likewise advanced in similar order, and told me that those who had the three big plumes were the chiefs, and that there were only these three, whom you could recognize by these plumes, which were larger than those of their companions; and I was to do what I could to kill them. I promised them to do all in my power, and told them that I was very sorry they could not under- stand me, so that I might direct their method of attacking the enemy, all of whom undoubtedly we should thus defeat; but that there was no help for it, and that I was very glad to show them, as soon as the engagement began, the courage and readiness which were in me.

As soon as we landed, our Indians began to run some two hundred yards towards their enemies, who stood "rm and had not yet noticed my compan- ions who went off into the woods with some Indians. Our Indians began to call to me with loud cries; and to make way for me they divided into two groups, and put me ahead some twenty yards, and I marched on until I was within some thirty yards of the enemy, who as soon as they caught sight of me halted and gazed at me and I at them. When I saw them make a move to

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draw their bows upon us, I took aim with my arquebus and shot straight at one of the three chiefs, and with this shot two fell to the ground and one of their companions was wounded who died thereof a little later. I had put four bullets into my arquebus. As soon as our people saw this shot so favorable for them, they began to shout so loudly that one could not have heard it thun- der, and meanwhile the arrows dew thick on both sides. The Iroquois were much astonished that two men should have been killed so quickly, although they were provided with shields made of cotton thread woven together and wood, which were proof against their arrows. This frightened them greatly. As I was reloading my arquebus, one of my companions "red a shot from within the woods, which astonished them again so much that, seeing their chiefs dead, they lost courage and took to dight, abandoning the "eld and their fort, and deeing into the depth of the forest, whither I pursued them and laid low still more of them. Our Indians also killed several and took ten or twelve prisoners. The remainder ded with the wounded. Of our Indians "fteen or sixteen were wounded with arrows, but these were quickly healed.

After we had gained the victory, our Indians wasted time in taking a large quantity of Indian corn and meal belonging to the enemy, as well as their shields, which they had left behind, the better to run. Having feasted, danced, and sung, we three hours later set off for home with the prisoners. The place where this attack took place is in 43° and some minutes of latitude, and was named Lake Champlain.

* * * Having gone about eight leagues, the Indians, towards eve ning, took one of the prisoners to whom they made a harangue on the cruelties which he and his friends without any restraint had practiced upon them, and that simi- larly he should resign himself to receive as much, and they ordered him to sing, if he had the heart. He did so, but it was a very sad song to hear.

Meanwhile our Indians kindled a "re, and when it was well lighted, each took a brand and burned this poor wretch a little at a time in order to make him suffer the greater torment. Sometimes they would leave off, throwing water on his back. Then they tore out his nails and applied "re to the ends of his "n gers and to his membrum virile.9 Afterwards they scalped him and caused a certain kind of gum to drip very hot upon the crown of his head. Then they pierced his arms near the wrists and with sticks pulled and tore out his sinews by main force, and when they saw they could not get them out, they cut them off. This poor wretch uttered strange cries, and I felt pity at seeing him treated in this way. Still he bore it so "rmly that sometimes one would have said he felt scarcely any pain. They begged me repeatedly to take "re and do like them. I pointed out to them that we did not commit such cruelties, but that we killed people outright, and that if they wished me to shoot him with the arquebus, I should be glad to do so. They said no; for he would not feel any pain. I went away from them as if angry at seeing them practice so much cruelty on his body. When they saw that I was not pleased, they called me back and told me to give him a shot with the arque- bus. I did so, without his perceiving anything, and with one shot caused him to escape all the tortures he would have suffered rather than see him brutally

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treated. When he was dead, they were not satis"ed; they opened his body and threw his bowels into the lake. Afterwards they cut off his head, arms and legs, which they scattered about; but they kept the scalp, which they had dayed, as they did with those of all the others whom they had killed in their attack. They did another awful thing, which was to cut his heart into several pieces and to give it to a brother of the dead man to eat and to others of his companions who were prisoners. These took it and put it into their mouths, but would not swallow it. Some of the Algonquin Indians who were guarding the prisoners made them spit it out and threw it into the water. That is how these people act with regard to those whom they capture in war. And it would be better for them to die "ghting, and be killed at once, as many do, rather than to fall into the hands of their enemies. When this exe- cution was over, we set out upon our return with the rest of the prisoners, who went along continually singing, without other expectation than to be tortured like him of whom we have spoken. When we arrived at the rapids of the river of the Iroquois, the Algonquins returned into their own country and the Ochategu’s1 also with some of the prisoners, all much pleased at what had taken place in the war, and because I had gone with them will- ingly. So we all separated with great protestations of mutual friendship, and they asked me if I would not go to their country, and aid them continually like a brother. I promised them I would.

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1. Actually, the Yendots, a tribe allied with the Algonquins against the Iroquois. Champlain mistook their chief’s name, Ochateguin, for the tribe’s name.

ROBERT JUET

In 1609, the same year that Samuel de Champlain journeyed south into Iroquois ter-ritory, the En glish navigator Henry Hudson (c. 1570–1611) abandoned his orders from the power ful Dutch East Indies Com pany. Instead of seeking out a Northeast Passage leading around Rus sia to the Amer i cas, Hudson sailed west toward the coast of what is now the northeastern United States. Upon arrival, he entered the large bay at the lower end of the river that later came to bear his name and set out to explore the bay’s islands, including “Manna- hata” (Manhattan). Hudson then sailed up the river for 150 miles or so, to the vicinity of pres ent- day Albany. During his exploration of this river, Hudson and his crew encountered Native peoples (such as the Lenni Lenape, or Delaware; and the Mahicanni, or River Indians), with whom they traded in an atmosphere fraught with suspicion and punctuated by acts of open hostility and vio lence. As recounted in the following se lection, the explorers also entertained one Indian with brandy, a tragicomic episode that blends ele ments of the convivial and the brutal. Then, continuing to manifest the odd mixture of curiosity, mercantile savvy, and armed intransigence that had marked their travels upstream, they went back downriver. Robert Juet (d. 1611), who kept the best con temporary rec ord of the

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voyage but about whom little else is known, apparently was an En glish sailor with a penchant for vio lence. While traveling again with Hudson in June 1611, Juet helped foment a mutiny among his discontented fellow sailors. They overpowered Hudson and set him adrift, with his son and a handful of supporters, in a small boat and with few provisions. The abandoned group dis appeared in what thereafter was known as Hudson’s Bay. Juet, acting as navigator, died a few days before the starving mutineers reached the coast of Ireland that September.

Hudson set adrift. This painting, The Last Voyage of Henry Hudson (1881), is by the British artist John Collier (1850–1934). It shows Hudson with his son and a crew member after they were set adrift in June 1611 by a mutinous crew that included Robert Juet. Hudson was attempting to "nd the Northwest Passage. He and his companions were never seen again.

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From The Third Voyage of Master Henry Hudson1

[September 4, 1609]

* * * At night the wind blew hard at the north- west, and our anchor came home and we drove on shore, but took no hurt, thanked be God, for the ground is soft sand and ooze. This day the people of the country came aboard of us, seeming very glad of our coming, and brought green tobacco, and gave us of it for knives and beads. They go in deer skins loose, well dressed. They have yellow copper. They desire clothes, and are very civil. They have great store of maize or Indian wheat, whereof they make good bread. The coun- try is full of great and tall oaks.

The #fth, in the morning, as soon as the day was light, the wind ceased and the dood came. So we heaved off our ship again into "ve fathoms water, and sent our boat to sound the bay,2 and we found that there was three fathoms hard by the southern shore. Our men went on land there, and saw great store of men, women, and children, who gave them tobacco at their coming on land. So they went up into the woods, and saw great store of very goodly oaks and some currants. For one of them came aboard and brought some dried, and gave me some, which were sweet and good. This day many of the people came aboard, some in mantles of feathers, and some in skins of divers3 sorts of good furs. Some women also came to us with hemp. They had red copper tobacco pipes, and other things of copper they did wear about their necks. At night they went on land again, so we rode very quiet, but durst not trust them.

The sixth, in the morning, was fair weather, and our master sent John Col- man, with four other men in our boat, over to the north- side to sound the other river, being four leagues4 from us. They found by the way shoal water, two fathoms; but at the north of the river eigh teen, and twenty fathoms, and very good riding for ships; and a narrow river to the westward, between two islands. The lands, they told us, were as pleasant with grass and dowers and goodly trees as ever they had seen, and very sweet smells came from them. So they went in two leagues and saw an open sea, and returned; and as they came back, they were set upon by two canoes, the one having twelve, the other fourteen men. The night came on, and it began to rain, so that their match5 went out; and they had one man slain in the "ght, which was an En glishman, named John Colman, with an arrow shot into his throat, and two more hurt. It grew so dark that they could not "nd the ship that night, but labored to and fro on their oars. They had so great a stream, that their grapnel6 would not hold them.

The seventh, was fair, and by ten of the clock they returned aboard the ship, and brought our dead man with them, whom we carried on land and

1. The text is from Henry Hudson the Navigator (1860), edited and translated by G. M. Asher. 2. New York Bay. 3. Vari ous. 4. This distance would have been about twelve miles. 5. A wax- coated fuse kept burning to ignite the

matchlock guns that soldiers carried before the invention of the dintlock mechanism. Whereas in the latter device gunpowder is lighted by sparks struck from a piece of dint stone, matchlock weapons had to be lighted by hand. 6. Small, claw- tipped anchor.

buried, and named the point after his name, Colmans Point. Then we hoisted in our boat, and raised her side with waist boards7 for defence of our men. So we rode still all night, having good regard to our watch.

The eighth, was very fair weather, we rode still very quietly. The people came aboard us, and brought tobacco and Indian wheat to exchange for knives and beads, and offered us no vio lence. So we "tting up our boat did mark8 them, to see if they would make any show of the death of our man; which they did not.

The ninth, fair weather. In the morning, two great canoes came aboard full of men; the one with their bows and arrows, and the other in show of buying of knives to betray us; but we perceived their intent. We took two of them to have kept them, and put red coats on them, and would not suffer the other to come near us. So they went on land, and two other came aboard in a canoe; we took the one and let the other go; but he which we had taken, got up and leapt over- board. Then we weighed and went off into the chan- nel of the river, and anchored there all night.

* * * The #fteenth, in the morning, was misty, until the sun arose: then it cleared. So we weighed with the wind at south, and ran up into the river twenty leagues, passing by high mountains. We had a very good depth, as six, seven, eight, nine, ten, twelve, and thirteen fathoms, and great store of salmons in the river. This morning our two savages got out of a port9 and swam away. After we were under sail, they called to us in scorn. At night we came to other mountains, which lie from1 the river’s side. There we found very loving people, and very old men: where we were well used. Our boat went to "sh, and caught great store of very good "sh.

* * * The one and twentieth was fair weather, and the wind all southerly: we deter- mined yet once more to go farther up into the river. * * * Our master and his mate determined to try some of the chief men of the country, whether they had any treachery in them. So they took them down into the cabin, and gave them so much wine and aqua vitae2 that they were all merry: and one of them had his wife with them, which sat so modestly, as any of our country women would do in a strange place. In the end one of them was drunk, which had been aboard of our ship all the time that we had been there: and that was strange to them; for they could not tell how to take it. The canoes and folk went all on shore: but some of them came again, and brought stropes of beads: some had six, seven, eight, nine, ten; and gave him.3 So he slept all night quietly.

The two and twentieth was fair weather: in the morning our master’s mate and four more of the com pany went up with our boat to sound the river higher up. The people of the country came not aboard till noon: but when they came, and saw the savages well, they were glad. So at three of the clock in the after noon they came aboard, and brought tobacco, and more beads,

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7. Boards inserted atop the low sides, or waist, of a ship. 8. Watch. 9. Hole for a gun. 1. I.e., away from.

2. Brandy. 3. I.e., gave him the “stropes of beads”: belts of wampum, which was made from marine shells and used as a kind of money.

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and gave them to our master, and made an oration, and showed him all the country round about. Then they sent one of their com pany on land, who presently returned, and brought a great platter full of venison dressed by themselves; and they caused him to eat with them: then they made him reverence4 and departed, all save the old man that lay aboard.

* * * The #rst of October, fair weather, the wind variable between the west and the north. In the morning we weighed at seven of the clock with the ebb, and got down below the mountains, which was seven leagues. Then it fell calm and the dood was come, and we anchored at twelve of the clock. The people of the mountains came aboard us, wondering at our ship and weap- ons. We bought some small skins of them for trides. This after noon, one canoe kept hanging under our stern with one man in it, which we could not keep from thence, who got up by our rudder to the cabin win dow, and stole out my pillow, and two shirts, and two bandoliers.5 Our master’s mate shot at him, and struck him on the breast, and killed him. Whereupon all the rest ded away, some in their canoes, and so leapt out of them into the water. We manned our boat, and got our things again. Then one of them that swam got hold of our boat, thinking to overthrow it.6 But our cook took a sword, and cut off one of his hands, and he was drowned. By this time the ebb was come, and we weighed and got down two leagues: by that time it was dark. So we anchored in four fathoms water, and rode well.

The second, fair weather. At break of day we weighed, the wind being at north- west, and got down seven leagues; then the dood was come strong, so we anchored. Then came one of the savages that swam away from us at our going up the river with many others, thinking to betray us. But we perceived their intent, and suffered none of them to enter our ship. Whereupon two canoes full of men, with their bows and arrows shot at us after our stern: in recompense whereof we discharged six muskets, and killed two or three of them. Then above an hundred of them came to a point of land to shoot at us. There I shot a falcon7 at them, and killed two of them: whereupon the rest ded into the woods. Yet they manned off another canoe with nine or ten men, which came to meet us. So I shot at it also a falcon, and shot it through, and killed one of them. Then our men with their muskets killed three or four more of them. So they went their way; within a while after we got down two leagues beyond that place, and anchored in a bay, clear from all danger of them on the other side of the river, where we saw a very good piece of ground: and hard by it there was a cliff, that looked of the color of a white8 green, as though it were either copper or silver mine: and I think it to be one of them, by the trees that grow upon it. For they be all burned, and the other places are green as grass; it is on that side of the river that is called Manna- hata. There we saw no people to trou ble us: and rode quietly all night; but had much wind and rain.

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1625

4. Paid him their re spects. 5. Ammunition belts. 6. Tip it over.

7. Light cannon. 8. Whitish.

1. The text is from John Heckewelder, History, Manners, and Customs of the Indian Nations Who Once Inhabited Pennsylvania and the Neighbouring States (1876), edited by William C. Reichel.

JOHN HECKEWELDER

A missionary to Native Americans and a member of the pietist Moravian Church in Pennsylvania, John Heckewelder (1743–1823) was born in Eng land to Ger- man parents who were refugees from religious persecution in Germany. He emi- grated with them to Amer i ca in 1754 and "rst traveled to Native territory in 1762. For the rest of his long life, he was intimately associated with the Lenni Lenape, or Delaware, and their allies and neighbors in Ohio. Although Heckewelder cared deeply for the Natives, he sought to convert them to the faith of the Eu ro pean invaders, whose interests at vari ous points he directly served—as an agent of the American rebels during the Revolution and as an agent of the U.S. government in the period when settlers began moving into Native lands. After retiring to Bethle- hem, Pennsylvania, in 1810, Heckewelder spent his last years writing accounts of his travels as well as descriptions of the manners and customs of Native communi- ties. James Fenimore Cooper drew on these ethnographic writings in his Leather- stocking Tales (1827–41). One of Heckewelder’s best- known works, An Account of the History, Manners, and Customs of the Indian Nations Who Once Inhabited Penn- sylvania and the Neighbouring States (1819), includes a brief Native story he had picked up years before. That story, the following se lection, has both striking paral- lels to and suggestive differences from the previous se lection, by Robert Juet. Hecke- welder’s version provides a fascinating glimpse of the Native side of the narrative divide in descriptions of “"rst encounters.”

From History, Manners, and Customs of the Indian Nations1

[Delaware Legend of Hudson’s Arrival]

The Lenni Lenape claim the honor of having received and welcomed the Eu ro pe ans on their "rst arrival in the country, situated between New Eng land and Virginia. It is probable, however, that the Mahicanni or Mohi- cans, who then inhabited the banks of the Hudson, concurred in the hospi- table act. The relation I am going to make was taken down many years since from the mouth of an intelligent Delaware Indian, and may be considered as a correct account of the tradition existing among them of this momen- tous event. I give it as much as pos si ble in their own language.

A great many years ago, when men with a white skin had never yet been seen in this land, some Indians who were out a "shing, at a place where the sea widens, espied at a great distance something remarkably large doating on the water, and such as they had never seen before. These Indians imme- diately returning to the shore, apprised their countrymen of what they had observed, and pressed them to go out with them and discover what it might be. They hurried out together, and saw with astonishment the phenomenon which now appeared to their sight, but could not agree upon what it was; some believed it to be an uncommonly large "sh or animal, while others

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were of opinion it must be a very big house doating on the sea. At length the spectators concluded that this wonderful object was moving towards the land, and that it must be an animal or something else that had life in it; it would therefore be proper to inform all the Indians on the inhabited islands of what they had seen, and put them on their guard. Accordingly they sent off a number of runners and watermen to carry the news to their scattered chiefs, that they might send off in every direction for the warriors, with a message that they should come on immediately. These arriving in numbers, and having themselves viewed the strange appearance, and observing that it was actually moving towards the entrance of the river or bay; concluded it to be a remarkably large house in which the Mannitto (the Great or Supreme Being) himself was pres ent, and that he prob ably was coming to visit them. By this time the chiefs were assembled at [New] York island, and deliberating in what manner * * * they should receive their Mannitto on his arrival. Every mea sure was taken to be well provided with plenty of meat for a sacri"ce. The women were desired to prepare the best victuals. All the idols or images were examined and put in order, and a grand dance was supposed not only to be an agreeable entertainment for the Great Being, but it was believed that it might, with the addition of a sacri"ce, contribute to appease him if he was angry with them. The conjurers were also set to work, to determine what this phenomenon portended, and what the pos si ble result of it might be. To these and to the chiefs and wise men of the nations, men, women, and children were looking up for advice and protection. Distracted between hope and fear, they were at a loss what to do; a dance, however, commenced in great confusion. While in this situa- tion, fresh runners arrive declaring it to be a large house of vari ous colours, and crowded with living creatures. It appears now to be certain, that it is the great Mannitto, bringing them some kind of game, such as he had not given them before, but other runners soon after arriving declare that it is positively a house full of human beings, of quite a dif fer ent colour from that of the Indians, and dressed differently from them; that in par tic u lar one of them was dressed entirely in red, who must be the Mannitto himself. They are hailed from the vessel in a language they do not understand, yet they shout or yell in return by way of answer, according to the custom of their country; many are for running off to the woods, but are pressed by others to stay, in order not to give offence to their visitor, who might "nd them out and destroy them. The house, some say, large canoe, at last stops, and a canoe of a smaller size comes on shore with the red man, and some others in it; some stay with his canoe to guard it. The chiefs and wise men, assembled in council, form themselves into a large circle, towards which the man in red clothes approaches with two others. He salutes them with a friendly countenance, and they return the salute after their manner. They are lost in admiration; the dress, the manners, the whole appearance of the unknown strangers is to them a subject of won der; but they are particularly struck with him who wore the red coat all glittering with gold lace, which they could in no manner account for. He, surely, must be the great Man- nitto, but why should he have a white skin? Meanwhile, a large Hackhack2

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is brought by one of his servants, from which an unknown substance is poured out into a small cup or glass, and handed to the supposed Mannitto. He drinks— has the glass "lled again, and hands it to the chief standing next to him. The chief receives it, but only smells the contents and passes it on to the next chief, who does the same. The glass or cup thus passes through the circle, without the liquor being tasted by any one, and is upon the point of being returned to the red clothed Mannitto, when one of the Indians, a brave man and a great warrior, suddenly jumps up and harangues the assembly on the impropriety of returning the cup with its contents. It was handed to them, says he, by the Mannitto, that they should drink out of it, as he himself had done. To follow his example would be pleasing to him; but to return what he had given them might provoke his wrath, and bring destruction on them. And since the orator believed it for the good of the nation that the contents offered them should be drunk, and as no one else would do it, he would drink it himself, let the consequence be what it might; it was better for one man to die, than that a whole nation should be destroyed. He then took the glass, and bidding the assembly a solemn fare- well, at once drank up its whole contents. Every eye was "xed on the reso- lute chief, to see what effect the unknown liquor would produce. He soon began to stagger, and at last fell prostrate on the ground. His companions now bemoan his fate, he falls into a sound sleep, and they think he has expired. He wakes again, jumps up and declares, that he has enjoyed the most delicious sensations, and that he never before felt himself so happy as after he had drunk the cup. He asks for more, his wish is granted; the whole assembly then imitate him, and all become intoxicated.

After this general intoxication had ceased, for they say that while it lasted the whites had con"ned themselves to their vessel, the man with the red clothes returned again, and distributed pres ents among them, consisting of beads, axes, hoes, and stockings such as the white people wear. They soon became familiar with each other, and began to converse by signs. The Dutch made them understand that they would not stay here, that they would return home again, but would pay them another visit the next year, when they would bring them more pres ents, and stay with them awhile; but as they could not live without eating, they should want a little land of them to sow seeds, in order to raise herbs and vegetables to put into their broth. They went away as they had said, and returned in the following season, when both parties were much rejoiced to see each other; but the whites laughed at the Indians, seeing that they knew not the use of the axes and hoes they had given them the year before; for they had these hanging to their breasts as ornaments, and the stockings were made use of as tobacco pouches. The whites now put handles to the former for them, and cut trees down before their eyes, hoed up the ground, and put the stockings on their legs. Here, they say, a general laughter ensued among the Indians, that they had remained ignorant of the use of such valuable implements, and had borne the weight of such heavy metal hanging to their necks, for such a length of time. They took every white man they saw for an inferior Man- nitto attendant upon the supreme Deity who shone superior in the red and laced clothes. As the whites became daily more familiar with the Indians, they at last proposed to stay with them, and asked only for so much ground for a garden spot as, they said, the hide of a bullock would

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cover or encompass, which hide was spread before them. The Indians readily granted this apparently reasonable request; but the whites then took a knife, and beginning at one end of the hide, cut it up to a long rope, not thicker than a child’s "n ger, so that by the time the whole was cut up, it made a great heap; they then took the rope at one end, and drew it gently along, carefully avoiding its breaking. It was drawn out into a circular form, and being closed at its ends, encompassed a large piece of ground. The Indians were sur- prised at the superior wit3 of the whites, but did not wish to contend with them about a little land, as they had still enough themselves. The white and red men lived contentedly together for a long time, though the former from time to time asked for more land, which was readily obtained, and thus they gradually proceeded higher up the Mahicannittuck,4 until the Indi- ans began to believe that they would soon want all their country, which in the end proved true.

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3. In the sense of canniness. The trick prob ably was modeled on the one employed in the ancient world by Dido, queen of Carthage, when she

struck a bargain for the site where that city was founded on the north African coast. 4. Now the Hudson River.

WILLIAM BRADFORD EDWARD WINSLOW

G rowing up among radical nonconforming Protestants in rural northern Eng land, William Bradford (1590–1657) embraced their cause at a young age. Early in the seventeenth century, he accompanied them on their exile in the Neth- erlands, where they settled in Leiden (or Leyden). Edward Winslow (1595–1655) was brought up in relative ease in Worcestershire, closer to London, largely untouched by spiritual concerns. He encountered Bradford and the other exiles while traveling in Leiden and, embracing the new sense of purpose that he found in their spiritual life, in 1620 he joined them on their voyage to Amer i ca. Once the colonists had established themselves at Plymouth, Mas sa chu setts, Bradford and Winslow became impor tant public "gures: each, for instance, served several terms as governor. The book they wrote together during their "rst months in New Eng land, Mourt’s Relation (1622), suggests their common objectives and shared viewpoint. In later de cades, the two went their separate ways. After returning to Eng land on public business in 1646, Winslow became involved in Oliver Cromwell’s Puritan government. He died of yellow fever in the West Indies after jointly commanding an unsuccessful military campaign against the Spanish colony of Santo Domingo. Bradford remained at Plymouth, serving as its governor for more than three de cades, and writing the main account of its history, Of Plymouth Plantation. Bradford retells the Cape Cod story included here in the ninth chapter of the "rst book of Of Plymouth Plantation, which appears later in this volume.

From Mourt’s Relation1

[Cape Cod Forays]

Wednesday the sixth of December [1620] we set out, being very cold and hard weather, we were a long while after we launched from the ship, before we could get clear of a sandy point, which lay within less than a furlong of the same. In which time, two were very sick, and Edward Tilley had like to have sounded with cold; the gunner was also sick unto death, (but hope of trucking2 made him to go) and so remained all that day, and the next night; at length we got clear of the sandy point, and got up our sails, and within an hour or two we got under the weather shore,3 and then had smoother water and better sailing, but it was very cold, for the water froze on our clothes, and made them many times like coats of iron: we sailed six or seven leagues4 by the shore, but saw neither river nor creek, at length we met with a tongue of land, being dat off from the shore, with a sandy point, we bore up to gain the point, and found there a fair income or road,5 of a bay, being a league over at the narrowest, and some two or three in length, but we made right over to the land before us, and left the discovery of this income till the next day: as we drew near to the shore, we espied some ten or twelve Indians, very busy about a black thing, what it was we could not tell, til afterwards they saw us, and ran to and fro, as if they had been carry ing some thing away, we landed a league or two from them, and had much ado to put ashore anywhere, it lay so full of dat sands, when we came to shore, we made us a baricado,6 and got "rewood, and set out our sentinels, and betook us to our lodging, such as it was; we saw the smoke of the "re which the savages made that night, about four or "ve miles from us, in the morning we divided our com pany, some eight in the shallop,7 and the rest on the shore went to discover this place, but we found it only to be a bay, without either river or creek coming into it, yet we deemed it to be as good an har- bor as Cape Cod, for they that sounded it, found a ship might ride in "ve fathom water, we on the land found it to be a level soil, but none of the fruitfulest; we saw two becks8 of fresh water, which were the "rst running streams that we saw in the country, but one might stride over them: we found also a great "sh, called a grampus dead on the sands, they in the shal- lop found two of them also in the bottom of the bay, dead in like sort, they were cast up at high water, and could not get off for the frost and ice; they were some "ve or six paces long, and about two inches thick of fat, and deshed like a swine, they would have yielded a great deal of oil, if there had been time and means to have taken it, so we "nding nothing for our turn, both we and our shallop returned. We then directed our course along the sea sands, to the place where we "rst saw the Indians, when we were there,

1. The text is from William Bradford and Edward Winslow, Mourt’s Relation, or Journal of the Plan- tation at Plymouth (1622; rpt., 1865), edited by Henry Martyn Dexter. Mourt’s Relation was "rst published in London by Bradford’s brother- in- law, George Mourt. 2. Trading. “Sounded”: fainted. 3. The shore from which the wind was blowing.

4. This distance might have been about eigh teen to twenty- one miles. 5. Protected inlet or roadstead. 6. Barricade. 7. Small sailing vessel often used in coastal exploration. 8. Brooks.

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we saw it was also a grampus which they were cutting up, they cut it into long rands9 or pieces, about an ell long, and two handfuls broad, we found here and there a piece scattered by the way, as it seemed, for haste: this place the most were minded1 we should call, the Grampus Bay, because we found so many of them there: we followed the track of the Indians’ bare feet a good way on the sands, at length we saw where they struck into the woods by the side of a pond, as we went to view the place, one said, he thought he saw an Indian house among the trees, so went up to see: and here we and the shallop lost sight one of another till night, it being now about nine or ten o’clock, so we light on a path, but saw no house, and followed a great way into the woods, at length we found where corn had been set,2 but not that year, anon we found a great burying place, one part whereof was encompassed with a large palazado, like a churchyard, with young spires3 four or "ve yards long, set as close one by another as they could two or three foot in the ground within it was full of graves, some bigger, and some less, some were also paled about, and others had like an Indian house made over them, but not matted: those graves were more sumptuous than those at Corne- hill,4 yet we digged none of them up, but only viewed them, and went our way; without5 the palazado were graves also, but not so costly: from this place we went and found more corn ground, but not of this year. As we ranged we light on four or "ve Indian houses, which had been lately dwelt in, but they were uncovered and had no mats about them, else they were like those we found at Corne- hill, but had not been so lately dwelt in, there was nothing left but two or three pieces of old matts, a little sedge,6 also a little further we found two baskets full of parched acorns hid in the ground, which we supposed had been corn when we began to dig the same, we cast earth thereon again and went our way. All this while we saw no people, we went ranging up and down till the sun began to draw low, and then we hasted out of the woods, that we might come to our shallop, which when we were out of the woods, we espied a great way off, and called them to come unto us, the which they did as soon as they could, for it was not yet high water, they were exceeding glad to see us, (for they feared because they had not seen us in so long a time) thinking we would have kept by the shoreside, so being both weary and faint, for we had eaten nothing all that day, we fell to make our rendezvous7 and get "rewood, which always cost us a great deal of labor, by [the] time we had done, and our shallop come to us, it was within night, and we fed upon such victuals as we had, and betook us to our rest, after we had set out our watch. About midnight we heard a great and hideous cry, and our sentinel called, Arm, arm. So we bestirred our- selves and shot off a couple of muskets, and noise ceased; we concluded, that it was a com pany of wolves or foxes, for one told us, he had heard such a noise in New- found- land. About "ve o’clock in the morning we began to be stirring, and two or three which doubted whether their Pieces would go off or no made trial of them, and shot them off, but thought nothing at all,

9. Strips. 1. Most people thought. 2. Planted. 3. Saplings. “Palazado”: palisade; fence of thin posts or pales. 4. A spot on Cape Cod where they had unearthed buried stores of grain. Corn Hill was also an

ancient ward in London. “Indian house”: Native American wigwams were constructed of timber frames and covered with woven mats. 5. Outside. 6. Reed used for roo"ng. 7. Camp.

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after prayer we prepared ourselves for breakfast, and for a journey, and it being now the twilight in the morning, it was thought meet to carry the things down to the shallop: some said, it was not best to carry the armor down, others said, they would be readier, two or three said, they would not carry theirs, till they went themselves, but mistrusting nothing at all: as it fell out, the water not being high enough, they laid the things down upon the shore, and came up to breakfast. Anon, all upon a sudden, we heard a great and strange cry, which we knew to be the same voices, though they varied their notes, one of our com pany being abroad came running in, and cried, They are men, Indians, Indians,8 and withal, their arrows came dying amongst us, our men ran out with all speed to recover their arms, as by the good Providence of God they did. In the meantime, Captain Miles Standish, having a snaphance9 ready, made a shot, and after him another, after they two had shot, other two of us were ready, but he wished us not to shoot, till we could take aim, for we knew not what need we should have, and there were four only of us, which had their arms there ready, and stood before the open side of our Baricado, which was "rst assaulted, they thought it best to defend it, lest the enemy should take it and our stuff, and so have the more vantage against us, our care was no less for the Shallop, but we hoped all the rest would defend it; we called unto them to know how it was with them, and they answered, Well, Well, every one, and be of good courage: we heard three of their Pieces go off, and the rest called for a "re- brand to light their matches,1 one took a log out of the "re on his shoulder and went and carried it unto them, which was thought did not a little discourage our enemies. The cry of our enemies was dreadful, especially, when our men ran out to recover their Arms, their note was after this manner, Woath woach ha ha hach woach: our men were no sooner come to their Arms, but the enemy was ready to assault them.

There was a lusty man and no wit less valiant, who was thought to be their Captain, stood behind a tree within half a musket shot of us, and there let his arrows dy at us; he was seen to shoot three arrows, which were all avoided, for he at whom the "rst arrow was aimed, saw it, and stooped down and it dew over him, the rest were avoided also: he stood three shots of a Musket, at length one took full aim at him, after which he gave an extraordinary cry and away they went all, we followed them about a quarter of a mile, but we left six to keep our shallop, for we were careful of our business: then we shouted all together two several2 times, and shot off a couple of muskets and so returned: this we did that they might see we were not afraid of them nor discouraged. Thus it pleased God to vanquish our Enemies and give us deliv- erance, by their noise we could not guess that they were less than thirty or forty, though some thought that they were many more yet in the dark of the morning, we could not so well discern them among the trees, as they could see us by our "reside, we took up eigh teen of their arrows which we have sent to Eng land by Master Jones, some whereof were headed with brass, others with Harts horn,3 and others with Ea gles’ claws many more no doubt were shot, for these we found, were almost covered with leaves: yet by the

8. As opposed to the wolves or foxes that the En glishmen had earlier thought the men to be. 9. An early version of a dintlock gun. 1. Wax- coated fuses used with guns lacking

snaphance devices. 2. Separate. 3. I.e., points made from deer antlers.

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especial providence of God, none of them either hit or hurt us, though many came close by us, and on every side of us, and some coats which hung up in our baricado, were shot through and through. So after we had given God thanks for our deliverance, we took our shallop and went on our journey, and called this place, The #rst encounter. * * *

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JOHN SMITH 1580–1631

O ne of the most vivid episodes in the lit er a ture of colonial British North Amer-i ca is a scene from the writings of Captain John Smith that takes place at the “court” of Powhatan, the mamanatowick (or paramount chief) of the Algonquians in the Chesapeake Bay region. (For more on Powhatan, see the excerpt from “Powhatan’s Discourse” earlier in this volume.) Smith was a leading member of the En glish com- pany that had established the colony of Jamestown, in what is now Virginia. While on an expedition to discover the source of the Chickahominy River, he was taken captive by some of Powhatan’s men. Arriving at Powhatan’s residence at Werowocomoco—on the York River, north of Jamestown— Smith was greeted with an elaborate welcoming ceremony and feast. Soon afterward, however, he was suddenly dragged before Pow- hatan and threatened with execution. The mamanatowick’s preteen daughter Mata- oka, better known as Pocahontas (c. 1591–1617), pleaded with her father not to kill Smith. When her appeal appeared to be failing, she shielded Smith’s head with her arms and saved his life—or so Smith claimed. Historians and anthropologists have speculated that what Smith describes as a rescue from execution was instead a cere- mony designed to make Smith subordinate to Powhatan, thereby transforming James- town into a tributary of the Algonquian leader.

The romantic narrative about how Pocahontas rescued John Smith forms one of the central myths of En glish colonization. It emerges from a short passage in The General History of Virginia, New Eng land, and the Summer Isles (1624), a historical compilation that Smith produced jointly with several other writers. In the years between Smith’s return from Virginia in 1609 and the appearance of the General History, Smith had published other accounts of his Virginia adventures that men- tion Pocahontas. But the lines devoted to her “rescue” of him appear exclusively in the General History. That volume appeared seven years after she died on board a ship while returning from Eng land with her husband— the white colonist John Rolfe— and their son, Thomas. By the time the General History was published in London, no one was available to corroborate Smith’s account of his dramatic rescue or clarify its signi"cance. The my thol ogy that has grown out of these few brief lines, sometimes condating the rescue of Smith with Pocahontas’s subsequent mar- riage to Rolfe, is a striking example of how some colonial- era texts have accrued layers of meaning that extend well beyond the words on the page.

This scene is not the only romancelike feature of Smith’s writings. The En glish adventurer deliberately cultivated an aura resembling that of a knight in a chivalric romance— but with impor tant differences. Like Sir Walter Raleigh, the aristo- cratic En glish explorer and champion of colonization, Smith pursued adventure

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and glory. Unlike Raleigh, he was not an aristocrat but a farmer’s son. This differ- ence in status forms a major ele ment in Smith’s writings. He hailed from the east of Eng land, where his father had a farm on the edge of the Lincolnshire Wolds, an area of considerable natu ral beauty. The young Smith found the countryside too quiet for his taste. Shortly after his father died in 1596, the restless sixteen- year- old went to the Netherlands to "ght for Dutch in de pen dence from Philip II of Spain. The "ght was part of the Eu ro pean wars of religion, which pitted Protestants against Roman Catholics and, on the eastern front, Christians against Muslims. Smith was one of many planters whose involvement in the colonization of the Amer i cas was colored by experience in these often brutal condicts. Following his tour of duty in the Netherlands, he fought in the Mediterranean, and he later joined the Austrian imperial army in its war against the Ottoman Empire, which at that time encompassed large swathes of southeastern Eu rope and the Middle East, as well as parts of North Africa. While "ghting the Ottomans in Hungary, Smith earned promotion to the captain’s rank that became an enduring part of his public persona. He claimed, apparently with at least some degree of truth, that he had defeated and beheaded a succession of three Turkish of"cers in single combat. The coat of arms that he was later awarded showed the three severed heads.

Eventually, Smith was wounded in battle, taken prisoner, and sold as a slave to a Turkish noblewoman. Smith described his developing attachment to this noble- woman in his semiautobiographical work, The True Travels, Adventures, and Obser- vations of Captaine John Smith, in Eu rope, Asia, Affrica, and Amer i ca (1630). The romance might have ended in marriage, with Smith converting to Islam and serving as an Ottoman bureaucrat. Instead, the En glishman killed the noblewoman’s brother in ambiguous circumstances— Smith may have mistaken a form of training for mistreatment— and escaped. Smith later gave place names drawn from his Turkish adventures to areas in New Eng land, such as Three Turks’ Heads (near Cape Ann in Mas sa chu setts), which John Winthrop mentioned in his journal account of the Puri- tans’ arrival in 1630.

After returning to Eng land in the winter of 1604–05, Smith began looking for his next adventure. The twenty- six- year- old veteran had an assertive personality and military experience that were attractive qualities to the members of the Virginia Com pany of London as they or ga nized their 1606 expedition to establish what they hoped would be Eng land’s "rst permanent plantation in North Amer i ca. But those qualities also carried liabilities. Smith sometimes used force unnecessarily, and his hard- to- control temper and stubborn self- reliance could make him a trouble- some companion. He ran afoul of the people in charge of the expedition on the voyage to Amer i ca in 1607, when he was placed under arrest and threatened with execution. Then, in a remarkable turn of events, his name was found on the list of council members that the com pany had designated to run the colony, which had been kept secret until the group’s arrival. The com pany had recognized qualities in Smith that they believed would be useful to the group, and so despite his compara- tively modest status and his propensity for challenging authority, they gave him a role in the Jamestown colony’s leadership.

Smith set out to or ga nize the men and explore and map the region. Many of the other colonists were from elite backgrounds, and they were often unwilling or unable to perform the hard and dangerous work that settlement demanded. The colonists who survived rampant illness, famine, warfare, and other mis haps increasingly came to value Smith’s leadership, and in 1608 he was elected to the colony’s highest of"ce, becoming the equivalent of its governor. But of"cial status offered little pro- tection in the volatile colonial setting. When Smith returned to Jamestown after being held captive by Powhatan— the episode where he was “rescued” by Poca- hontas—he was charged with the deaths of the two soldiers who had accompanied him on the expedition that ended in his capture. Smith was saved from hanging

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when the colonists were distracted by the fortuitous arrival of a deet with much- needed supplies from Eng land. Not long afterward, however, Smith’s gunpowder bag mysteriously exploded in his lap while he napped on the deck of an exploring vessel— possibly because a disgruntled member of the com pany had thrown a match into the powder. Smith left Virginia in 1609, never to return.

Smith is most closely associated with the Virginia enterprise, but he also took an active interest in New Eng land, and his works form an impor tant bridge between these "rst two permanent En glish colonies in North Amer i ca. In 1614 he voyaged to New Eng land, and he, not the Puritans, gave the region its name. He offered the Pilgrims his ser vices as a guide for their voyage in 1620, but they chose instead to put Smith’s helpful books and maps in the hands of a more temperate military leader, Myles Standish. If not for this rejection and some unfortunate setbacks that prevented future voyages, Smith might have become more famous for this second aspect of his American career than for the "rst: he published more works on New Eng land than on Virginia, seeing in the northern region great potential for “middling” En glish settlers. Smith’s New Eng land works have a strong ideological caste, in that they focus more on the idea of Amer i ca and less on the many chal- lenges of establishing plantations there, doubtless a redection of his indirect involvement.

Smith published some nine books between 1608 and 1631, including his works on Virginia and New Eng land, books for aspiring seamen, and The True Travels. Many of his writings have a distinctly Elizabethan caste to them, though with a difference. In his works, the heroic ideal of the elite adventurer, typi"ed by Sir Wal- ter Raleigh, gives way to the prototype of the in de pen dent self- made man. Tales of exploration, piracy, and military adventure had stirred Smith’s youthful imagina- tion, and he longed to create his own heroic narratives. Rather than simply repro- duce heroic literary conventions, Smith actively transformed them. In contrast to Raleigh, who was associated with the high literary ideals embodied in Edmund Spenser’s epic poem The Faerie Queen (1590), Smith wrote prose accounts addressed to the expanding market for popu lar printed works, which was driven in part by the public appetite for writings about the colonization effort. Though largely untu- tored in the "ner points of style, he had an ear for a good story and a capacity for striking meta phors. Sprinkled with classical allusions and references to the popu lar theater, his writings also demonstrate his mastery of the humanistic genres of ora- tory, history, and descriptive travel writing.

The most lasting and induential contribution of his writings was a vision of Eng land’s colonies as places where people of all economic backgrounds could sup- port themselves as small farmers, in healthful and pleasant circumstances, with greater liberty than might be pos si ble elsewhere. The outlines of the yeoman farmer ideal that would be so impor tant for Virginia’s Thomas Jefferson emerge clearly in Smith’s works. The negative aspects of this vision emerge as well in passages revealing how this "gure comes to overshadow and dominate those who pursued other modes of life, notably Amer i ca’s indigenous inhabitants. Perhaps Smith’s most salient quality as a writer is his special knack for illustrating the connections between the often sordid or brutal details of the colonization enterprise and the imaginative work that propelled it.

The following texts are from Travels and Works of Captain John Smith (1910), edited by Edward Arber and A. G. Bradley.

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From The General History of Virginia, New Eng land, and the Summer Isles1

From The Third Book2

from chapter 2. what happened till the first supply3

Being thus left to our fortunes, it fortuned that within ten days4 scarce ten amongst us could either go, or well stand, such extreme weakness and sick- ness oppressed us. And thereat none need marvel, if they consider the cause and reason, which was this:

Whilst the ships stayed, our allowance was somewhat bettered, by a daily proportion of biscuit, which the sailors would pilfer to sell, give, or exchange with us, for money, Sassafras,5 furs, or love. But when they departed, there remained neither tavern, beer house, nor place of relief, but the common kettle.6 Had we been as free from all sins as [from] gluttony, and drunkenness, we might have been canonized for Saints; but our President would never have been admitted, for engrossing to his private [use], oatmeal, sack, oil, aqua vitae, beef, eggs, or what not, but the kettle;7 that indeed he allowed equally to be distributed, and that was half a pint of wheat, and as much barley boiled with water for a man a day, and this having fried some twenty- six weeks in the ship’s hold, contained as many worms as grains, so that we might truly call it rather so much bran then corn; our drink8 was water, our lodgings castles in the air.

With this lodging and diet, our extreme toil in bearing and planting pali- sades, so strained and bruised us, and our continual labor in the extremity of the heat had so weakened us, as were cause suf"cient to have made us as miserable in our native country, or any other place in the world.

From May, to September [1607], those that escaped, lived upon sturgeon, and sea crabs. Fifty in this time we buried, the rest seeing the President’s9 proj ects to escape these miseries in our pinnace by dight (who all this time had neither felt want nor sickness) so moved our dead spirits, as we deposed him and established Ratcliffe in his place, (Gosnold being dead, Kendall deposed). Smith newly recovered, Martin1 and Ratcliffe were by his care preserved and relieved, and the most of the soldiers recovered with the skillful diligence of Master Thomas Wotton our general surgeon.

1. The Bermuda Islands. 2. The Third Book is titled “The Proceedings and Accidents of the En glish Colony in Virginia” and is derived from Smith’s Virginia book of 1612. 3. The bulk of this chapter may have been written by Smith, although at its publication in 1612 it was credited solely to Thomas Studley, chief store- keeper of the colony. In 1624, Smith added to Stud- ley’s signature at the end of this section of the text not only his own initials but also the names of Rob- ert Fenton and Edward Harrington as part authors. Studley died early in the "rst year, on August 28, 1607, four days after Harrington, so neither could have written much of what is partly attributed to them. Of Robert Fenton nothing is known. 4. By the end of June 1607, after Captain Chris- topher Newport (d. 1617) left to fetch new sup- plies from Eng land. “Fortuned”: happened. 5. The bark of the sassafras tree, sold for its sup- posed medicinal qualities, was a valuable com- modity in London. 6. I.e., the communal resources.

7. I.e., President Edward Maria Wing"eld (c. 1560–1613), a man of high connections in Eng land, would not have been canonized because he diverted many supplies (every thing except the contents of the common kettle) for his own use, including sack (wine) and aqua vitae (brandy). 8. “Drink,” here used ironically, customarily referred to wine or beer. “Corn”: grain. 9. I.e., Wing"eld’s. 1. Captain John Martin (c. 1567–1632?) was a colonist best known for his contentiousness. “Captain John Ratcliffe” was an alias of John Sickle- more, master of one of the vessels on the voyage over and a member of the local council. The most enigmatic "gure in Jamestown, he was elected president of the council in September 1607, but later fell out with Smith. Captain Bar- tholomew Gosnold (ca. 1572–1607), who had explored New Eng land before the "rst Jamestown voyage, prob ably had been responsible for Smith’s recruitment to the venture. Captain George Ken- dall was executed for mutiny later in the year.

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2. I.e., was in want. 3. Intractable. 4. I.e., outside the colony’s palisade. 5. An open boat. 6. Inability to speak.

7. A village near the mouth of the James River whose inhabitants, the Kecoughtans, were mem- bers of the Powhatan Confederacy. 8. Fired.

But now was all our provision spent, the sturgeon gone, all helps aban- doned, each hour expecting the fury of the savages, when God the patron of all good endeavors, in that desperate extremity so changed the hearts of the savages, that they brought such plenty of their fruits, and provision, as no man wanted.2

And now where some af"rmed it was ill done of the Council to send forth men so badly provided, this incontradictable reason will show them plainly they are too ill advised to nourish such ill conceits: "rst, the fault of our going was our own; what could be thought "tting or necessary we had; but what we should "nd, or want, or where we should be, we were all ignorant, and supposing to make our passage in two months, with victual to live, and the advantage of the spring to work; we were at sea "ve months, where we both spent our victual and lost the opportunity of the time and season to plant, by the unskilfull presumption of our ignorant transporters, that under- stood not at all, what they undertook.

Such actions have ever since the world’s beginning been subject to such accidents, and every thing of worth is found full of dif"culties: but nothing so dif"cult as to establish a commonwealth so far remote from men and means, and where men’s minds are so untoward3 as neither do well them- selves, nor suffer others. But to proceed.

The new President and Martin, being little beloved, of weak judgment in dangers, and less industry in peace, committed the managing of all things abroad4 to Captain Smith: who by his own example, good words, and fair promises, set some to mow, others to bind thatch, some to build houses, others to thatch them, himself always bearing the greatest task for his own share, so that in short time, he provided most of them lodgings, neglecting any for himself.

This done, seeing the savages’ superduity begin to decrease [Smith] (with some of his workmen) shipped himself in the shallop5 to search the country for trade. The want of6 the language, knowledge to manage his boat with- out sails, the want of a suf"cient power (knowing the multitude of the sav- ages), apparel for his men, and other necessaries, were in"nite impediments yet no discouragement.

Being but six or seven in com pany he went down the river to Kecoughtan7 where at "rst they scorned him as a famished man, and would in derision offer him a handful of corn, a piece of bread, for their swords and muskets, and such like proportions also for their apparel. But seeing by trade and cour- tesy there was nothing to be had, he made bold to try such conclusions as necessity enforced; though contrary to his commission, [he] let dy8 his mus- kets, ran his boat on shore, whereat they all ded into the woods.

So marching towards their houses, they might see great heaps of corn: much ado he had to restrain his hungry soldiers from pres ent taking of it, expecting as it happened that the savages would assault them, as not long after they did with a most hideous noise. Sixty or seventy of them, some black, some

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9. “Square order”: formation. “Particoloured”: i.e., painted for battle. 1. Several. “Targets”: small shields. “So kindly”: in such a way. 2. Smith elsewhere de"nes this term as referring to the “petty gods” of the Algonquian- speaking peoples, but here it may mean priests. 3. I.e., in mutual contentment. 4. A village on the south side of the James River. 5. I.e., none of the settlers, despite their recent sufferings, gave any thought to gathering a store of provision for the future. 6. The region along the Chickahominy River, which empties into the James River a short dis- tance west of Jamestown.

7. Shot for a small cannon used in sieges and on shipboard. “Discovered”: revealed. 8. I.e., it is necessary to recount these trou bles and lay the blame on the responsible individuals (Wing"eld and Kendall), rather than let the whole “business” of the colony suffer ill repute. 9. Gabriel Archer (c. 1575–1609?) had been an associate of Bartholomew Gosnold before the Jamestown voyage. Having gone back to Eng land in 1608 as a con"rmed opponent of Smith, he returned to Virginia the following year to head an anti- Smith faction but died during the starving time the next winter. Ratcliffe (Sickle- more) was still president.

red, some white, some particoloured, came in a square order,9 singing and dancing out of the woods, with their Okee (which was an Idol made of skins, stuffed with moss, all painted and hung with chains and copper) borne before them, and in this manner, being well armed with clubs, targets, bows and arrow, they charged the En glish that so kindly received them with their muskets loaded with pistol shot, that down fell their God, and divers1 lay sprawling on the ground; the rest ded again to the woods, and ere long sent one of their Quiyoughkasoucks2 to offer peace, and redeem their Okee.

Smith told them, if only six of them would come unarmed and load his boat, he would not only be their friend, but restore them their Okee, and give them beads, copper, and hatchets besides, which on both sides was to their contents3 performed, and then they brought him venison, turkeys, wild fowl, bread, and what they had, singing and dancing in sign of friendship till they departed.

In his return he discovered the town and country of Warraskoyack.4

Thus God unboundless by His power, Made them thus kind, would us devour.

Smith perceiving (notwithstanding their late misery) not any regarded but from hand to mouth5 (the com pany being well recovered) caused the pinnace to be provided with things "tting to get provision for the year fol- lowing, but in the interim he made three or four journeys and discovered the people of Chickahominy.6 Yet what he carefully provided the rest care- lessly spent.

Wing"eld and Kendall living in disgrace * * * strengthened themselves with the sailors and other confederates, to regain their former credit and authority, or at least such means aboard the pinnace, (being "tted to sail as Smith had appointed for trade) to alter her course and to go for Eng land.

Smith, unexpectedly returning, had the plot discovered to him, much trou ble he had to prevent it, till with store of saker7 and musket shot he forced them stay or sink in the river: which action cost the life of Captain Kendall.

These brawls are so disgustful, as some will say they were better forgot- ten, yet all men of good judgment will conclude, it were better their base- ness should be manifest to the world, than the business bear the scorn and shame of their excused disorders.8

The President and Captain Archer9 not long after intended also to have abandoned the country, which proj ect also was curbed, and suppressed by Smith.

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1. I.e., Smith wanted to "nd food for the colo- nists as much as Spanish conquistadors wanted to "nd gold. 2. Self- indulgent persons who might be given to wearing lace. “Putchamins”: persimmons. 3. Objections. 4. I.e., only through fault of their own did they fail to wipe out Cassen’s whole party. “Govern- ment”: discipline. 5. Wilderness. 6. Shield. “Garters”: laces used for tying clothing.

7. Behaved. 8. I.e., these are the two men mentioned above as having been killed while they slept by the canoe (the "reside being by the canoe). John Robinson was a “gentleman”; Thomas Emry was a carpenter. “King of Pamunkey”: Opechanca- nough, Powhatan’s younger half- brother (d. 1644) and Smith’s captor, who led the Powhatan Confederacy’s attack on the colonists in 1622 and as late as 1644 attempted one last time to expel them from the country.

The Spaniard never more greedily desired gold then he victual,1 nor his soldiers more to abandon the country, than he to keep it. But [he found] plenty of corn in the river of Chickahominy, where hundreds of savages in divers places stood with baskets expecting his coming.

And now the winter approaching, the rivers became so covered with swans, geese, ducks, and cranes that we daily feasted with good bread, Virginia peas, pumpkins, and putchamins, "sh, fowl, and divers sorts of wild beasts as fat as we could eat them, so that none of our Tuftaffety humorists2 desired to go for Eng land.

But our comedies never endured long without a tragedy, some idle excep- tions3 being muttered against Captain Smith, for not discovering the head of Chickahominy river, and [he being] taxed by the council to be too slow in so worthy an attempt. The next voyage he proceeded so far that with much labor by cutting of trees asunder he made his passage, but when his barge could pass no farther, he left her in a broad bay out of danger of shot, com- manding none should go ashore till his return; himself with two En glish and two savages went up higher in a canoe, but he was not long absent but his men went ashore, whose want of government gave both occasion and oppor- tunity to the savages to surprise one George Cassen, whom they slew and much failed not to have cut off the boat and all the rest.4

Smith little dreaming of that accident, being got to the marshes at the river’s head twenty miles in the desert,5 had his two men slain (as is sup- posed) sleeping by the canoe, whilst himself by fowling sought them vict- ual, who "nding he was beset with 200 savages, two of them he slew, still defending himself with the aid of a savage his guide, whom he bound to his arm with his garters, and used him as a buckler,6 yet he was shot in his thigh a little, and had many arrows that stuck in his clothes but no great hurt, till at last they took him prisoner.

When this news came to Jamestown, much was their sorrow for his loss, few expecting what ensued.

Six or seven weeks those barbarians kept him prisoner, many strange triumphs and conjurations they made of him, yet he so demeaned7 himself amongst them, as he not only diverted them from surprising the fort, but procured his own liberty, and got himself and his com pany such estimation amongst them, that those savages admired him more than their owne Quiyoughkasoucks.

The manner how they used and delivered him, is as followeth: The savages having drawn from George Cassen whither Captain Smith

was gone, prosecuting that opportunity they followed him with 300 bowmen, conducted by the King of Pamunkey, who in divisions searching the turnings of the river, found Robinson and Emry by the "reside; those they shot full of arrows and slew.8 Then "nding the Captain, as is said, that used the savage

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9. Wounded. 1. Agreement for surrender. 2. Compass card. 3. On the opposite side of the globe. 4. Treated. “Orapaks”: a village located farther inland, later the residence of Powhatan. 5. Guns.

6. Notched; i.e., with their arrows "tted on the bowstring ready for use. 7. From an Italian term denoting a snakelike formation. 8. Outspread. “Vambrace”: forearm protection. “Pocones”: a vegetable dye.

that was his guide as his shield (three of them being slain and divers other so galled)9 all the rest would not come near him. Thinking thus to have returned to his boat, regarding them, as he marched, more than his way, [he] slipped up to the middle in an oozy creek and his savage with him, yet dared they not come to him till being near dead with cold, he threw away his arms. Then according to their composition1 they drew him forth and led him to the "re, where his men were slain. Diligently they chafed his benumbed limbs.

He demanding for their captain, they showed him Opechancanough, King of Pamunkey, to whom he gave a round ivory double compass dial. Much they marveled at the playing of the dy2 and needle, which they could see so plainly and yet not touch it because of the glass that covered them. But when he demonstrated by that globe- like jewell, the roundness of the earth, and skies, the sphere of the sun, moon, and stars, and how the sun did chase the night round about the world continually, the greatness of the land and sea, the diversity of nations, variety of complexions, and how we were to them antipodes,3 and many other such like matters, they all stood as amazed with admiration.

Notwithstanding, within an hour after, they tied him to a tree, and as many as could stand about him prepared to shoot him, but the King holding up the compass in his hand, they all laid down their bows and arrows, and in a triumphant manner led him to Orapaks, where he was after their man- ner kindly feasted, and well used.4

Their order in conducting him was thus: Drawing themselves all in "le, the King in the midst had all their pieces5 and swords borne before him. Captain Smith was led after him by three great savages holding him fast by each arm, and on each side six went in "le with their arrows nocked.6 But arriving at the town (which was but only thirty or forty hunting houses made of mats, which they remove as they please, as we our tents), all the women and children staring to behold him, the soldiers "rst all in "le performed the form of a Bissom7 so well as could be, and on each dank, of"cers as ser- geants to see them keep their orders. A good time they continued this exer- cise and then cast themselves in a ring, dancing in such several postures and singing and yelling out such hellish notes and screeches; being strangely painted, every one [had] his quiver of arrows and at his back a club, on his arm a fox or an otter’s skin or some such matter for his vambrace, their heads and shoulders painted red, with oil and pocones mingled together, which scarlet- like color made an exceeding handsome show, his bow in his hand, and the skin of a bird with her wings abroad8 dryed, tied on his head, a piece of copper, a white shell, a long feather with a small rattle growing at the tails of their snakes tied to it, or some such like toy. All this while, Smith and the King stood in the midst, guarded as before is said, and after three dances they all departed. Smith they conducted to a long house where thirty or forty tall fellows did guard him, and ere long more bread and venison was brought him than would have served twenty men. I think his stomach at that

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9. Payment. 1. A notebook. 2. Weaponry. 3. Perform magic. “Expedition”: speed. 4. Other Algonquian- speaking groups. The named groups were part of the Powhatan Con- federacy.

5. Incantations. However, Smith derived the fol- lowing couplet from a translation of the ancient Roman writer Seneca published by Martin Fotherby in his philosophical treatise Atheomas- tix (1622). 6. I.e., charcoal.

time was not very good; what he left they put in baskets and tied over his head. About midnight they set the meat again before him; all this time not one of them would eat a bit with him, till the next morning they brought him as much more, and then did they eat all the old, and reserved the new as they had done the other, which made him think they would fat him to eat him. Yet in this desperate estate, to defend him from the cold, one Maocas- sater brought him his gown, in requital9 of some beads and toys Smith had given him at his "rst arrival in Virginia.

Two days after, a man would have slain him (but that the guard pre- vented it) for the death of his son, to whom they conducted him to recover the poor man then breathing his last. Smith told them that at Jamestown he had a water would do it, if they would let him fetch it, but they would not permit that, but made all the preparations they could to assault James- town, craving his advice, and for recompence he should have life, liberty, land, and women. In part of a table book1 he wrote his mind to them at the fort, what was intended, how they should follow that direction to affright the messengers, and without fail send him such things as he wrote for. And an inventory with them. The dif"culty and danger, he told the sav- ages, of the mines, great guns, and other engines2 exceedingly affrighted them, yet according to his request they went to Jamestown in as bitter weather as could be of frost and snow, and within three days returned with an answer.

But when they came to Jamestown, seeing men sally out as he had told them they would, they ded, yet in the night they came again to the same place where he had told them they should receive an answer and such things as he had promised them, which they found accordingly, and with which they returned with no small expedition to the won der of them all that heard it, that he could either divine3 or the paper could speak.

Then they led him to the Youghtanunds, the Mattapanients, the Pianka- tanks, the Nantaughtacunds, and Onawmanients upon the rivers of Rap- pahannock and Potomac, over all those rivers, and back again by divers other several nations,4 to the King’s habitation at Pamunkey where they entertained him with most strange and fearful conjurations:5

As if near led to hell, Amongst the dev ils to dwell.

Not long after, early in a morning, a great "re was made in a long house, and a mat spread on the one side as on the other; on the one they caused him to sit, and all the guard went out of the house, and presently came skip- ping in a great grim fellow all painted over with coal6 mingled with oil, and many snakes’ and weasels’ skins stuffed with moss, and all their tails tied together so as they met on the crown of his head in a tassel, and round about the tassel was as a coronet of feathers, the skins hanging round about his head, back, and shoulders and in a manner covered his face, with a hellish

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7. Encircled. 8. Prayer. “Wheat corns”: i.e., "ve kernels of Indian corn. 9. A dat, wooden dish. 1. Actually the chief’s half- brother; he suc- ceeded Powhatan in 1618.

2. Gifts. 3. From a translation of the ancient Roman writer Lucretius by Fotherby. 4. Powhatan’s village on the north shore of the York River, almost due north of Jamestown. 5. Finery; i.e., costumes.

voice, and a rattle in his hand. With most strange gestures and passions he began his invocation and environed7 the "re with a circle of meal; which done, three more such like dev ils came rushing in with the like antic tricks, painted half black, half red, but all their eyes were painted white and some red strokes like mustaches along their cheeks. Round about him those "ends danced a pretty while, and then came in three more as ugly as the rest, with red eyes and white strokes over their black faces. At last they all sat down right against him, three of them on the one hand of the chief priest, and three on the other. Then all with their rattles began a song; which ended, the chief priest laid down "ve wheat corns; then straining his arms and hands with such vio lence that he sweat and his veins swelled, he began a short ora- tion;8 at the conclusion they all gave a short groan and then laid down three grains more. After that, began their song again, and then another oration, ever laying down so many corns as before till they had twice encircled the "re; that done, they took a bunch of little sticks prepared for that purpose, continuing still their devotion, and at the end of every song and oration they laid down a stick betwixt the divisions of corn. Till night, neither he nor they did either eat or drink, and then they feasted merrily with the best provi- sions they could make. Three days they used this ceremony; the meaning whereof, they told him, was to know if he intended them well or no. The circle of meal signi"ed their country, the circles of corn the bounds of the sea, and the sticks his country. They imagined the world to be dat and round, like a trencher,9 and they in the midst.

After this they brought him a bag of gunpowder, which they carefully pre- served till the next spring, to plant as they did their corn, because they would be acquainted with the nature of that seed.

Opitchapam, the King’s brother,1 invited him to his house, where, with as many platters of bread, fowl, and wild beasts as did environ him, he bid him welcome, but not any of them would eat a bit with him but put up all the remainder in baskets.

At his return to Opechancanough’s, all the King’s women and their children, docked about him for their parts,2 as a due by custom, to be merry with such fragments:

But his waking mind in hideous dreams did oft see wondrous shapes, Of bodies strange, and huge in growth, and of stupendous makes.3

At last they brought him to Werowocomoco,4 where was Powhatan, their Emperor. Here more than two hundred of those grim courtiers stood won- dering at him, as [if] he had been a monster, till Powhatan and his train had put themselves in their greatest braveries.5 Before a "re upon a seat like a bedstead, he sat covered with a great robe made of raccoon skins and all the tails hanging by. On either hand did sit a young wench of sixteen or eigh- teen years and along on each side [of] the house, two rows of men and behind them as many women, with all their heads and shoulders painted

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6. Opossunoquonuske was the weroansqua, or leader, of a small village (Appamatuck) near the future site of Petersburg, Virginia. In 1610, she was killed by the En glish in retaliation for the

deaths of fourteen settlers. 7. I.e., they thought him as variously skilled as themselves.

red, many of their heads bedecked with the white down of birds, but every one with something, and a great chain of white beads about their necks.

At his entrance before the King, all the people gave a great shout. The Queen of Appomattoc6 was appointed to bring him water to wash his hands, and another brought him a bunch of feathers, instead of a towel to dry them; having feasted him after their best barbarous manner they could, a long con- sultation was held, but the conclusion was, two great stones were brought before Powhatan; then as many as could, laid hands on him, dragged him to them, and thereon laid his head and being ready with their clubs to beat out his brains, Pocahontas, the King’s dearest daughter, when no entreaty could prevail, got his head in her arms and laid her own upon his to save him from death, whereat the Emperor was contented he should live to make him hatch- ets, and her bells, beads, and copper, for they thought him as well of all occu- pations as themselves.7 For the King himself will make his own robes, shoes, bows, arrows, pots; plant, hunt, or do any thing so well as the rest.

“Map of the old Virginia,” by Robert Vaughan, from John Smith, The General History of Virginia, New Eng land, and the Summer Isles (1624). This map of Old Virginia, the part of coastal North Carolina where the "rst En glish explorations and settlements took place in the 1580s, is surrounded by images portraying John Smith’s warlike encounters around Jamestown some twenty years later. The panel in the lower right corner shows the inter- vention of Pocahontas in the supposed execution of Smith.

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8. Derived from a translation of the ancient Greek playwright Euripides by Fotherby. 9. I.e., Powhatan would esteem him as highly as his own son Nantaquoud. Capahowasic was along the York River, near where Smith was held prisoner. 1. Large cannons.

2. Small artillery piece. 3. “And he that killeth any man shall surely be put to death” (Leviticus 24.17). 4. The "rst line appears to be Smith’s, inspired by Fotherby. The second comes from Fotherby’s translation of a quotation from Euripides in a text by the ancient Greek writer Plutarch.

They say he bore a pleasant show, But sure his heart was sad. For who can pleasant be, and rest, That lives in fear and dread: And having life suspected, doth It still suspected lead.8

Two days after, Powhatan having disguised himself in the most fearfulest manner he could, caused Captain Smith to be brought forth to a great house in the woods and there upon a mat by the "re to be left alone. Not long after, from behind a mat that divided the house, was made the most dolefulest noise he ever heard; then Powhatan more like a devil than a man, with some two hundred more as black as himself, came unto him and told him now they were friends, and presently he should go to Jamestown, to send him two great guns and a grindstone for which he would give him the Country of Capahowasic and for ever esteem him as his son Nantaquoud.9

So to Jamestown with twelve guides Powhatan sent him. That night they quartered in the woods, he still expecting (as he had done all this long time of his imprisonment) every hour to be put to one death or other, for all their feasting. But almighty God (by His divine providence) had molli"ed the hearts of those stern barbarians with compassion. The next morning betimes they came to the fort, where Smith having used the savages with what kind- ness he could, he showed Rawhunt, Powhatan’s trusty servant, two demi- culverins1 and a millstone to carry [to] Powhatan; they found them somewhat too heavy, but when they did see him discharge them, being loaded with stones, among the boughs of a great tree loaded with icickles, the ice and branches came so tumbling down that the poor savages ran away half dead with fear. But at last we regained some conference with them and gave them such toys and sent to Powhatan, his women, and children such pres ents as gave them in general full content.

Now in Jamestown they were all in combustion, the strongest preparing once more to run away with the pinnace; which with the hazard of his life, with saker falcon2 and musket shot, Smith forced now the third time to stay or sink.

Some no better than they should be, had plotted with the President the next day to have put him to death by the Levitical3 law, for the lives of Robin- son and Emry; pretending the fault was his that had led them to their ends: but he quickly took such order with such lawyers that he laid them by the heels till he sent some of them prisoners for Eng land.

Now ever once in four or "ve days, Pocahontas with her attendants brought him so much provision that saved many of their lives, that else for all this had starved with hunger.

Thus from numb death our good God sent relief, The sweet assuager of all other grief.4

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5. I.e., the evident affection of Pocahontas for Smith and the En glish was instrumental in reviving the colonists’ spirits. 6. Pages. 7. Smith was not requested to write the whole General History by the Virginia Com pany, so it is not clear what he means here. Possibly the dis- course to which he refers is the brief summary of recommendations for the “reformation” of

Virginia that ends the Fourth Book and that he drew up at the request of the royal commission- ers charged with effecting that reformation. 8. I.e., anonymous or “fugitive” narratives. “Approved”: proven. 9. I.e., and who is it that I have been a burden to? 1. Venture. “Events”: results. 1. Harm. “Magnanimity”: greatness of spirit.

His relation of the plenty he had seen, especially at Werowocomoco, and of the state and bounty of Powhatan (which till that time was unknown), so revived their dead spirits (especially the love of Pocahontas)5 as all men’s fear was abandoned.

Thus you may see what dif"culties still crossed any good endeavor; and the good success of the business being thus oft brought to the very period of destruction; yet you see by what strange means God hath still delivered it.

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From The Fourth Book

[smith’s farewell to virginia]

Thus far I have traveled in this Wilderness of Virginia, not being ignorant for all my pains this discourse will be wrested, tossed and turned as many ways as there is leaves;6 that I have written too much of some, too little of others, and many such like objections. To such I must answer, in the Com pany’s name I was requested to do it,7 if any have concealed their approved experiences from my knowledge, they must excuse me: as for every fatherless or stolen relation,8 or whole volumes of sophisticated rehearsals, I leave them to the charge of them that desire them. I thank God I never undertook anything yet [for which] any could tax me of carelessness or dishonesty, and what is he to whom I am indebted or troublesome?9 Ah! were these my accusers but to change cases and places with me [for] but two years, or till they had done but so much as I, it may be they would judge more charitably of my imperfections. But here I must leave all to the trial of time, both myself, Virginia’s preparations, pro- ceedings and good events, praying to that great God the protector of all good- ness to send them as good success as the goodness of the action1 and country deserveth, and my heart desireth.

1624

From A Description of New Eng land

Who can desire more content, that hath small means; or but only his merit to advance his fortune, than to tread, and plant that ground he hath purchased by the hazard of his life? If he have but the taste of virtue and magnanimity, what to such a mind can be more pleasant, than planting and building a foundation for his posterity, got from the rude earth, by God’s blessing and his own industry, without prejudice1 to any? If he have any grain of faith or zeal in religion, what can he do less hurtful to any; or more agreeable to God,

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2. I.e., live in poverty while claiming great ances- tors. 3. Expedients. “Bravery”: "ne appearances.

4. Sponge. 5. Deceive. “Excess”: overindulgence. 6. Provision.

than to seek to convert those poor savages to know Christ, and humanity, whose labors with discretion will triple requite thy charge and pains? What so truly suits with honor and honesty, as the discovering things unknown? erecting towns, peopling countries, informing the ignorant, reforming things unjust, teaching virtue; and gaining to our native mother country a kingdom to attend her, "nding employment for those that are idle, because they know not what to do: so far from wronging any, as to cause posterity to remember thee; and remembering thee, ever honor that remembrance with praise?

* * * Then, who would live at home idly (or think in himself any worth to live)

only to eat, drink, and sleep, and so die? Or by consuming that carelessly, [which] his friends got worthily? Or by using that miserably, that maintained virtue honestly? Or for being descended nobly, pine with the vain vaunt of great kindred, in penury?2 Or (to maintain a silly show of bravery) toil out thy heart, soul, and time, basely, by shifts,3 tricks, cards, and dice? Or by relating news of others’ actions, shark4 here or there for a dinner, or supper; deceive thy friends, by fair promises, and dissimulation, in borrowing where thou never intendest to pay; offend the laws, surfeit with excess, burden thy coun- try, abuse thyself, despair in want, and then cozen5 thy kindred, yea even thine own brother, and wish thy parents’ death (I will not say damnation) to have their estates? though thou seest what honors, and rewards, the world yet hath for them will seek them and worthily deserve them.

* * * Let this move you to embrace employment, for those whose educations, spirits, and judgments want but your purses; not only to prevent such accus- tomed dangers, but also to gain more thereby than you have. And you fathers that are either so foolishly fond, or so miserably covetous, or so wilfully ignorant, or so negligently careless, as that you will rather maintain your children in idle wantonness, till they grow your masters; or become so basely unkind, as they wish nothing but your deaths; so that both sorts grow disso- lute: and although you would wish them anywhere to escape the gallows, and ease your cares; though they spend you here one, two, or three hundred pound a year; you would grudge to give half so much in adventure with them, to obtain an estate, which in a small time but with a little assistance of your providence,6 might be better than your own. But if an angel should tell you, that any place yet unknown can afford such fortunes; you would not believe him, no more than Columbus was believed there was any such land as is now the well- known abounding Amer i ca; much less such large regions as are yet unknown, as well in Amer i ca, as in Africa, and Asia, and Terra Incognita; where were courses for gentlemen (and them that would be so reputed) more suiting their qualities, than begging from their Prince’s generous disposition, the labors of his subjects, and the very marrow of his maintenance.

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7. Lack. 8. Alone. 9. I.e., he won’t promise that even with bad management they’ll succeed. 1. I.e., or never read Smith’s works.

2. I.e., once they have paid the cost of their sup- port for the year. 3. Task. 4. I.e., "sh.

me to these endeavors: nor am I ignorant what small thank I shall have for my pains; or that many would have the World imagine them to be of great judgment, that can but blemish these my designs, by their witty objections and detractions: yet (I hope) my reasons with my deeds, will so prevail with some, that I shall not want7 employment in these affairs, to make the most blind see his own senselessness, and incredulity; hoping that gain will make them affect that, which religion, charity, and the common good cannot. It were but a poor device in me, to deceive myself; much more the king, state, my friends and country, with these inducements: which, seeing his Majesty hath given permission, I wish all sorts of worthy, honest, industrious spir- its, would understand: and if they desire any further satisfaction, I will do my best to give it: Not to persuade them to go only;8 but go with them: Not leave them there; but live with them there.

I will not say, but by ill providing and undue managing, such courses may be taken, [that] may make us miserable enough:9 But if I may have the exe- cution of what I have projected; if they want to eat, let them eat or never digest me.1 If I perform what I say, I desire but that reward out of the gains [which] may suit my pains, quality, and condition. And if I abuse you with my tongue, take my head for satisfaction. If any dislike at the year’s end, defraying their charge,2 by my consent they should freely return. I fear not want of com pany suf"cient, were it but known what I know of those coun- tries; and by the proof of that wealth I hope yearly to return, if God please to bless me from such accidents, as are beyond my power in reason to pre- vent: For, I am not so simple to think, that ever any other motive than wealth, will ever erect there a commonwealth; or draw com pany from their ease and humors at home, to stay in New Eng land to effect my purposes.

And lest any should think the toil might be insupportable, though these things may be had by labor, and diligence: I assure myself there are who delight extremely in vain plea sure, that take much more pains in Eng land, to enjoy it, than I should do here to gain wealth suf"cient: and yet I think they should not have half such sweet content: for, our plea sure here is still gains; in Eng land charges and loss. Here nature and liberty affords us that freely, which in Eng land we want, or it costeth us dearly. What plea sure can be more, than (being tired with any occasion3 a- shore, in planting vines, fruits, or herbs, in contriving their own grounds, to the plea sure of their own minds, their "elds, gardens, orchards, buildings, ships, and other works, &c.) to re create themselves before their own doors, in their own boats upon the sea; where man, woman and child, with a small hook and line, by angling, may take diverse sorts of excellent "sh, at their pleasures? And is it not pretty sport, to pull up two pence, six pence, and twelve pence, as fast as you can haul and veer a line?4 He is a very bad "sher [that] cannot kill in one day with his hook and line, one, two, or three hundred cods: which dressed and dried, if they be sold there for ten shillings the hundred (though in Eng land they will give more than twenty) may not both the servant, the master, and merchant, be well content with this gain? If a man work but

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three days in seven, he may get more than he can spend, unless he will be excessive. Now that carpenter, mason, gardener, tailor, smith, sailor, forg- ers,5 or what other, may they not make this a pretty recreation though they "sh but an hour in a day, to take more than they eat in a week? or if they will not eat it, because there is so much better choice; yet sell it, or change it, with the "shermen, or merchants, for anything they want. And what sport doth yield a more pleasing content, and less hurt or charge than angling with a hook; and crossing the sweet air from isle to isle, over the silent streams of a calm sea? Wherein the most curious may "nd plea sure, pro"t, and content.

Thus, though all men be not "shers: yet all men, whatsoever, may in other matters do as well. For necessity doth in these cases so rule a commonwealth, and each in their several functions, as their labors in their qualities may be as pro"table, because there is a necessary mutual use of all.

For Gentlemen, what exercise should more delight them, than ranging daily those unknown parts, using fowling and "shing, for hunting and hawk- ing? and yet you shall see the wild hawks give you some plea sure, in seeing them stoop (six or seven after one another) an hour or two together, at the schools of "sh in the fair harbors, as those ashore at a fowl; and never trou- ble nor torment yourselves, with watching, mewing,6 feeding, and attending them: nor kill horse and man with running and crying, See you not a hawk?7 For hunting also: the woods, lakes, and rivers afford not only chase suf"- cient, for any that delights in that kind of toil, or plea sure; but such beasts to hunt, that besides the delicacy of their bodies for food, their skins are so rich, as may well recompence thy daily labor, with a captains pay.

For laborers, if those that sow hemp, rape,8 turnips, parsnips, carrots, cab- bage, and such like; give twenty, thirty, forty, "fty shillings yearly for an acre of ground, and meat, drink, and wages to use it, and yet grow rich; when better, or at least as good ground, may be had, and cost nothing but labor; it seems strange to me, any such should there grow poor.

My purpose is not to persuade children [to go] from their parents; men from their wives; nor servants from their masters: only, such as with free consent may be spared: But that each parish, or village, in city, or country, that will but apparell their fatherless children, of thirteen or fourteen years of age, or young married people, that have small wealth to live on; here by their labor may live exceedingly well: provided always that "rst there be a suf"cient power to command them, houses to receive them, means to defend them, and meet provisions for them; for, any place may be overlain:9 and it is most neces- sary to have a fortress (ere this grow to practice) and suf"cient masters (as, carpenters, masons, "shers, fowlers, gardeners, husbandman, sawyers, smiths, spinsters, tailors, weavers, and such like) to take ten, twelve, or twenty, or as there is occasion, for apprentices. The masters by this may quickly grow rich; these may learn their trades themselves, to do the like; to a general and an incredible bene"t, for king, and country, master, and servant.

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5. I.e., ironworkers. 6. Keeping in a cage. “Stoop”: swoop down. 7. Smith contrasts the delight of watching wild hawks hunt their prey in Amer i ca with the tedious care that keepers of trained hawks in

Eng land must give their birds—as when such birds dy away and must be hunted for all over the countryside. 8. The rape plant. 9. Overcome.

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1. Tests or experiments, not sufferings. 2. The Powhatans. Smith is here speaking of the massacre of three hundred forty-seven settlers in Jamestown, Virginia— one- quarter of  that colony’s En glish population—in March 1622. News of the massacre reached New Eng land in May of that year. In mustering sup- port for settlement in New Eng land, he obviously had to take into account the dampening effect of events in Virginia. 3. Allow. 4. I.e., such events are not strong enough to dis- suade an En glishman. 5. Nothing. “With thirty- eight”: i.e., he pro- tected or secured Virginia by means of a very modest force. 6. Several “Dutch” (prob ably German) skilled workers had been shipped to Virginia in 1608. Sent to build a house for Powhatan, they hinted to him that they would take his side against

the En glish and soon were plotting against Smith and the colony. Arrested by the En glish and brought back to Jamestown for execution, they were saved when a new ship arrived from Eng land, bringing fresh supplies and impor tant new instructions for President Smith and Virginia’s governing council. 7. The Algonquian name for the region around Jamestown. Smith took its werowance, or chief, Wowinchopunck, prisoner in 1609, an episode shown in an engraving in the General History (p. 120; see the lower left panel). 8. I.e., Smith’s "rst book, which contains a sec- tion so titled. “President”: Smith was president of the Virginia council for only a single term; he prob ably means “twice during the time I was their president these things happened,” although the passage may have been garbled. “Con"- dence”: i.e., overcon"dence.

From New Eng land’s Trials1

Here I must entreat a little your favors to digress. They2 did not kill the En glish because they were Christians, but for their weapons and commodi- ties, that were rare novelties; but now they fear we may beat them out of their dens, which lions and tigers would not admit3 but by force. But must this be an argument for an En glishman,4 or discourage any either in Virginia or New Eng land? No: for I have tried them both.

For Virginia, I kept that country with thirty- eight, and had not5 to eat but what we had from the savages. When I had ten men able to go abroad, our commonwealth was very strong: with such a number I ranged that unknown country fourteen weeks; I had but eigh teen to subdue them all, with which great army I stayed six weeks before their greatest king’s habi- tations, till they had gathered together all the power they could; and yet the Dutchmen sent at a needless excessive charge did help Powhatan how to betray me.6

* * * For wronging a soldier but the value of a penny, I have caused Powhatan [to] send his own men to Jamestown to receive their punishment at my dis- cretion. It is true in our greatest extremity they shot me, slew three of my men, and by the folly of them that ded took me prisoner: yet God made Poca- hontas the king’s daughter the means to deliver me: and thereby taught me to know their treacheries to preserve the rest.

It was also my chance in single combat to take the king of Paspahegh7 prisoner: and by keeping him, [I] forced his subjects to work in chains till I made all the country pay contribution; having little else whereon to live.

Twice in this time I was their president, and none can say in all that time I had a man slain: but for keeping them in that fear I was much blamed both there and here: yet I left "ve hundred behind me that, through their con"- dence, in six months came most to confusion, as you may reade at large in the description of Virginia.8

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9. I.e., men from Southwest Eng land. “Brute”: tough. 1. Smith here refers to the tough going among earlier En glish voyagers to New Eng land, espe- cially Sir Ferdinando Gorges (1568–1647), a backer of Smith, and Thomas Hunt, who had been with Smith on the latter’s 1614 voyage to the region. Hunt had stirred up much trou ble with the local American Indians by kidnapping

more than twenty of them, including the Native American Tisquantum (called Squanto by the Pil- grims) to sell into slavery in Spain. 2. Those who pick through events in search of bits of scandal. 3. Large casks. “Draught”: haul of the "sh net. 4. Here Smith speaks of the Plymouth settlers. “Adventurers”: the investors who backed the Pil- grim venture.

When I went "rst to these desperate designs, it cost me many a forgotten pound to hire men to go; and procrastination caused more [to] run away than went. But after the ice was broken, came many brave voluntaries: notwith- standing since I came from thence, the honorable com pany have been humble suitors to his Majesty to get vagabonds and condemned man to go thither; nay so much scorned was the name of Virginia, some did choose to be hanged ere they would go thither, and were: yet for all the worst of spite, detraction, and discouragement, and this la men ta ble massacre, there is more honest men now suitors to go, then ever hath been constrained knaves; and it is not unknown to most men of understanding, how happy many of those calumniators do think themselves, that they might be admitted, and yet pay for their passage to go now to Virginia: and had I but means to transport as many as would go, I might have choice of 10,000 that would gladly be in any of those new places, which were so basely condemned by ungrateful base minds.

To range this country of New Eng land in like manner I had but eight, as is said, and amongst their brute conditions I met many of their silly encoun- ters, and without any hurt, God be thanked; when your West country men9 were many of them wounded and much tormented with the savages that assaulted their ship, as they did say themselves, in the "rst year I was there, 1614; and though Master Hunt, then master with me, did most basely in stealing some savages from that coast to sell, when he was directed to have gone for Spain.1 * * * I speak not this out of vainglory, as it may be some gleaners,2 or some [that] was never there may censure me: but to let all men be assured by those examples, what those savages are, that thus strangely do murder and betray our countrymen. But to the purpose.

What is already writ of the healthfulness of the air, the richness of the soil, the goodness of the woods, the abundance of fruits, "sh, and fowl in their season, they still af"rm that have been there now near two years, and at one draught they have taken 1000 basses, and in one night twelve hogs- heads3 of herring. They are building a strong fort, they hope shortly to "n- ish, in the interim they are well provided: their number is about a hundred persons, all in health, and well near sixty acres of ground well planted with corn, besides their gardens well replenished with useful fruits; and if their adventurers would but furnish them with necessaries for "shing, their wants would quickly be supplied.4

To supply them this sixteenth of October is going the Paragon with sixty- seven persons, and all this is done by private men’s purses. And to conclude in their own words, should they write of all plenties they have found, they think they should not be believed.

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5. I.e., by Virginia’s example; Plymouth had barely been settled, but the longer experience of the En glish in Virginia (with all its faults) could be used to suggest the probable course of events in New Eng land. 6. Excite; imbue with passion. 7. I.e., as equally dear to me as one hand or the other. 8. The offspring of Smith’s deeds; i.e., the accomplishments of others would not have been pos si ble had he not gone before. 9. Well- known places in Eng land. 1. Smith means that once he led the way into

Amer i ca, the En glish who followed him accom- plished nothing truly bold. The exception was Captain Thomas Dermer (d. 1621), who had accompanied Smith to New Eng land in 1614, had spent two years in Newfoundland (1616–18), and had returned to New Eng land in 1619, in the pro cess acquiring more knowledge about the region than Smith. (For more on Dermer, see references in Bradford’s Of Plymouth Plantation, on p. 151 ff.) 2. I.e., of"cial documents sealed with the king’s signet.

Thus you may see plainly the yearly success from New Eng land (by Virginia)5 which has been so costly to this kingdom and so dear to me, which either to see perish or but bleed, pardon me though it passionate6 me beyond the bounds of modesty, to have been suf"ciently able to foresee it, and had nei- ther power nor means how to prevent it. By that acquaintance I have with them, I may call them my children; for they have been my wife, my hawks, my hounds, my cards, my dice, and in total my best content, as indifferent to my heart as my left hand to my right:7 and notwithstanding all those mir- acles of disasters [that] have crossed both them and me, yet were there not one En glishman remaining (as God be thanked there is some thousands) I would yet begin again with as small means as I did at the "rst. Not for that I have any secret encouragement from any I protest, more than la men ta ble experiences: for all their discoveries I can yet hear of, are but pigs of my own sow;8 nor more strange to me than to hear one tell me he hath gone from Billingsgate and discovered Greenwich, Gravesend, Tilbury, Queenborough, Leigh, and Margate;9 which to those [who] did never hear of them, though they dwell in Eng land, might be made seem some rare secrets and great countries unknown: except the relations of Master Dirmer.1

* * * What here I have writ by relation, if it be not right, I humbly entreat your

pardons; but I have not spared any diligence to learn the truth of them that have been actors or sharers in those voyages: in some particulars they might deceive me, but in the substances they could not, for few could tell me any- thing, except where they "shed. But seeing all those [that] have lived there, do con"rm more than I have written, I doubt not but all those testimonies with these new- begun examples of plantation, will move both city and coun- try freely to adventure with me and my partners more than promises, seeing I have from his Majesty letters patent,2 such honest, free, and large condi- tions assured me from his commissioners, as I hope will satisfy any honest understanding.

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WILLIAM BRADFORD 1590–1657

W illiam Bradford’s Of Plymouth Plantation offered the "rst sustained treat-ment of New Eng land’s early history, and it helped shape enduring cultural narratives about the small settlement that a group of religious dissenters known as the Pilgrims established on the Mas sa chu setts coast in 1620. Written between roughly 1630 and 1650, Of Plymouth Plantation casts a backward look on the Plym- outh colony’s early history and seeks meaning in its major episodes. As he composed his retrospective account, Bradford revised more immediate, journalistic- style narra- tives such as Mourt’s Relation (1622), which Bradford coauthored with Edward Win- slow, another Plymouth leader. (See the excerpt in the “First Encounters” cluster, earlier in this volume.) He also incorporated and reworked his own notes. In the resulting narrative, Bradford portrays the uncertain and ambiguous emergence of providential meaning.

Bradford’s life, with its many losses and dislocations as well as its strong if some- times muted sense of purpose, provides a model of the Plymouth community. He was born in Yorkshire, in the northeast of Eng land, a region still retaining marks of Viking invasions from centuries past. Bradford’s father died when he was an infant, and he was passed among relatives and taught the arts of farming. His life changed at age twelve or thirteen, when he heard the sermons of Richard Clyfton. Clyfton was the Nonconformist minister of a small community in Scrooby, Nottingham- shire, a neighboring parish. Despite opposition from his uncles and grandparents, in 1606 Bradford left home and joined the community.

The members of the Scrooby church were known as “Separatists” because they were not sympathetic to the idea of a national Church, such as the one that King Henry VIII established in Eng land after he broke with the pope. Separating from the Church of Eng land was, however, by En glish law an act of treason, and many believers paid a high price for their dreams of purity. Other Puritan critics of the established Church, such as the non- Separating Congregationalists who eventually settled Boston, struck a middle path, retaining ties to the Church of Eng land even as they devel- oped a dif fer ent orga nizational structure. Despite these differences, the churches at both Plymouth and the neighboring Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony embraced John Calvin’s Congregationalist model. Calvin (1509–1564), a French theologian, called upon Protestant reformers to set up “par tic u lar,” in de pen dent churches, each founded on a formal covenant that would be sworn to by its members. In Congrega- tional churches, God offered himself as a contractual partner to each believer in a contract freely initiated but perpetually binding. The model was twofold: the Old Testament covenant that God made with Adam and renewed through Jesus Christ, as well as the tight- knit communities of the early Christian churches.

Wishing to pursue their beliefs about church government more freely, the Scrooby community took up residence in the Netherlands, in Leiden (or Leyden), where Brad- ford joined them in 1609. But they suffered from continued government harassment, and with the Netherlands on the brink of war with Catholic Spain, the community took counsel from Captain John Smith and petitioned the En glish government for a grant of land in North Amer i ca. In mid- September 1620, a portion of the congrega- tion and a group of entrepreneurs sailed from Plymouth, Eng land, for Amer i ca. The rest of the congregation was expected to follow at some future time. The voyage on the May"ower went relatively smoothly, though one person died, and there was

some friction with the often less- than- godly mari ners. The colonists’ original grant was for land in the Virginia territory, but high seas prevented them from reaching that area and, after an initial foray at Cape Cod, they settled just north of the Cape at an area they named Plymouth, adapting the name that Smith gave to the region in his 1614 expedition. Soon after the May"ower’s arrival on the coast, Bradford’s wife, Dorothy, fell overboard and drowned. However, little is known about this trag- edy; strikingly, Bradford does not mention Dorothy’s death in his journal or other writings.

In the second book of Bradford’s history he describes the signing of the Maydower Compact, a civil covenant designed to allow the temporal state to serve the devout citi- zen. It was the "rst of numerous “plantation covenants” intended both to protect the rights of citizens from the reach of established governments and to assert the commu- nity’s authority to create its own “civil body politic” and make its own laws. The sense of communal purpose bolstered by the Compact helped sustain the Plymouth settle- ment through its dif"cult "rst months. Having arrived in winter and being inade- quately provisioned, the com pany was decimated in the “Starving Time” that followed, losing half its members to disease and undernourishment. The colony’s "rst governor, John Carver, was one of the fatalities, and Bradford was elected in Carver’s place. As governor, Bradford was chief judge and jury, oversaw agriculture and trade, and made allotments of land. He also conferred with John Winthrop, a leader of neighboring Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony, about matters of regional interest. Bradford served as governor for most of his remaining years.

Bradford was the "rst person to use the word “Pilgrims,” from Hebrews 11.13 in the Geneva Bible, to describe the community of believers who sailed on the May- "ower. (The Geneva Bible, also known as the En glish Bible, was translated by Reformed En glish Protestants living in Switzerland; this version, used by Puritans, was outlawed by the Church of Eng land.) For Bradford, as for the other members of this community, the decision to settle at Plymouth was the last step in their long journey to escape religious oppression in Eng land. Of Plymouth Plantation situates their self- exile in the arc of Christian history as well as in the more recent events sur- rounding the Protestant Reformation, which sparked wars of religion that plagued Eng land and the rest of Eu rope for generations. In the opening pages of his Plymouth history, Bradford invokes John Foxe’s Acts and Monuments (1563), which relates the sufferings of Protestants under Mary Stuart, who as queen of Eng land (1553–58) briedy reinstated Roman Catholicism and oversaw the execution by burning of some three hundred Protestants. Foxe’s account, also known as Foxe’s Book of Martyrs, was an iconic portrayal of Protestant oppression at the hands of Catholic authorities. The continued oppression of dissenters under Anglican rulers had driven the Plymouth colonists "rst to the Netherlands and then to Amer i ca, where they hoped to "nd greater autonomy and opportunity.

This remote settlement was hardly isolated. Bradford locates Plymouth in an expanding network of relations with indigenous communities; with other En glish settlements, which had a mixture of commercial and religious imperatives; and with numerous Eu ro pean colonies. The latter included the neighboring Dutch colonies, which were Protestant; the more distant yet, ideologically speaking, more threaten- ing French and Spanish colonies, which were Catholic; and the Eu ro pean colonies in the West Indies. Amid Eu ro pean colonization of the Amer i cas, imperial rivalries, and religious condicts, the Puritans sought to re- create the primitive simplicity of early Chris tian ity.

Cotton Mather, in Magnalia Christi Amer i ca (1702), his ecclesiastical history of New Eng land, describes the self- educated Bradford as

a person for study as well as action; and hence notwithstanding the dif"culties which he passed in his youth, he attained unto a notable skill in languages. . . . But the Hebrew he most of all studied, because, he said, he would see with his

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own eyes the ancient oracles of God in their native beauty. . . . The crown of all his life was his holy, prayerful, watchful and fruitful walk with God, wherein he was exemplary.

The primitivist impulse animating Bradford and his companions made the success or failure of the Plymouth colony more than a worldly venture—it was a mea sure of their ability to interpret God’s will as they found it in Scripture and to remake the world in its image.

However, the sense of uni"ed purpose in the opening pages of Bradford’s chron- icle splinters as his account proceeds. Contributing to this fracture was the dif"- culty that the Plymouth community had in "nding a suitable minister. The group’s beloved pastor, John Robinson, died before he could cross the Atlantic. Several sub- stitutes were inadequate or worse. Bradford relates the story of the Reverend John Lyford, who served the colony for years. A secret Anglican sympathizer, Lyford betrayed the colonists and was later implicated in misadventures and crimes, including a rape. The Reverend Roger Williams briedy served the Plymouth church but left after a few years for ideological reasons. Some of the other major episodes that tested Bradford and the community, represented in the following se lections, include the condict with Thomas Morton (whose competing version of these events is presented later); tensions involving other colonies; the war with the Pequot Indians; an episode of bestiality; and, perhaps most challenging for Bradford, the drift of people away from Plymouth, drawn by economic opportunities, and the resulting divisions in the church. Finding that his lifelong search for a stable, like- minded community had once again been thwarted, the aging Bradford compared Plymouth to “an ancient mother, grown old and forsaken of her children.”

Bradford composed his history at the height of the En glish Civil War, and it remained unpublished for over two centuries. The manuscript mysteriously dis- appeared around the time of the American Revolution. The "rst book (through chap- ter IX) had been copied into the Plymouth church rec ords and was thus preserved, but the second book was believed lost. In 1855 the manuscript was located in the palace of  the bishop of London, prob ably having been removed from Boston’s Old South Church by British soldiers or the departing Tory governor, Thomas Hutchinson. After several de cades of negotiations, the manuscript was returned to the United States in 1897 and deposited in the Mas sa chu setts State Library.

Though not available in a printed edition until 1856, Bradford’s manuscript was a major source for other historians and interpreters of the New Eng land experience, such as Cotton Mather and Samuel Sewall. The incidents reported in Bradford’s history continued to guide interpretations of the New Eng land past even when the manuscript’s location was unknown. In the early nineteenth century, the leading po liti cal thinker and orator Daniel Webster traced the origins of the U.S. Constitu- tion to the Maydower Compact, contributing to the formation of a narrative about the Puritan sources of American democracy that induenced the French writer Alexis de Tocqueville’s landmark study Democracy in Amer i ca (1835, 1840). These develop- ments in turn helped catalyze a literary reconsideration of the Puritan past. Some of the major events that Bradford describes in Of Plymouth Plantation were cast into "ctional form by writers such as Nathaniel Hawthorne, whose story “The May- Pole of Merry Mount” (written 1835–36) portrays the condict between the Plymouth colo- nists and Thomas Morton’s settlement at Ma-re Mount, and Herman Melville, who gave the name of the Pequot Indians to his ill- fated ship in Moby- Dick (1851).

Perhaps the main reason for Plymouth’s continued place in American memory today is its association with the Thanksgiving holiday. Thanksgiving feasts were common practices in early modern Eu rope, where they were held on special occasions to celebrate harvests and other impor tant communal events, and this remained the practice in the colonies and United States well into the nineteenth century. Presi- dent Abraham Lincoln initiated Thanksgiving Day as a national holiday in 1863,

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1. The text is adapted from William Bradford, Bradford’s History “Of Plimoth Plantation.” From

the Original Manuscript (1897). 2. I.e., of Eng land and Scotland.

intending it as a unifying gesture in the midst of the Civil War. Seventy- six years later, President Franklin Delano Roo se velt moved the holiday from the last week of November to the previous week to help bolster retail sales during the Great Depression.

One striking thing about Bradford’s narrative is how little his account of the “First Thanksgiving,” in 1621, matches the popu lar image of that event, which features Puritans and Native Americans sharing the fruits of the land together. The vision of friendly cohabitation derives more directly from a passage in Bradford and Winslow’s Mourt’s Relation, which highlights the presence of the Wampanoag sachem (para- mount chief) Massasoit and some ninety of his men, describes how “three days we entertained and feasted” them, and links the cele bration to the “Covenant of Peace” between the colonists and the natives. In recounting the same event de cades later, Bradford does not mention the Natives, the peace covenant, or a feast. Instead, he stresses the natu ral bounty that the community enjoyed and insists on the truthful- ness of his earlier reports regarding the land’s potential. Though elsewhere Bradford mentions the peace agreement with Massasoit, far more memorable is his account of the burning of Mystic Fort, one of the worst colonial atrocities, where the Puritans slaughtered some four hundred Pequot men, women, and children, backed up by their Narragansett allies.

The differences between the two "rsthand descriptions of the Plymouth colonists’ "rst thanksgiving suggest Bradford’s shifting priorities and audiences. Once the lead- ing edge of radical Protestant colonization, the small plantation at Plymouth came, after 1630, to be overshadowed by Boston and the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony, and then by rapidly evolving events in Eng land: civil war, the execution of King Charles I, and the establishment of the Commonwealth of Eng land. Toward the end of the period when he revised his history, the future of New Eng land was in doubt. The overthrow of the British monarchy made some Puritan colonists, notably including Winslow, decide to cast their fortunes with the new regime. Bradford oriented the events that he chronicled toward the changing scenes in Eng land, New Eng land, and the larger Atlantic world.

When Bradford wrote in his opening paragraph that his goal was to relate the main events of the Plymouth colony’s short history, making them “manifest in a plain style, with singular regard unto the simple truth in all things,” he knew that his work would include matter that he elsewhere described as “tedious and uncomfortable.” The full history oscillates between passages of crisp, descriptive prose, sometimes embellished with claims of providential signi"cance, and murky, drawn- out accounts of uncertain "nancial and po liti cal dealings. The uneven texture of the narrative registers the chal- lenges that Bradford faced in both relating the dow of events during a volatile histori- cal moment and trying to discern the signs of God’s will in those events.

Of Plymouth Plantation1

From Book I

from chapter i. [the en glish reformation]

* * * When as by the travail and diligence of some godly and zealous preach- ers, and God’s blessing on their labors, as in other places of the land, so in the North parts,2 many became enlightened by the word of God, and had

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3. Revealed. 4. Worldly. 5. I.e., threatened with forced compliance with the tenets of the Church of Eng land. 6. “Apparitors . . . courts”: the ecclesiastical courts and their of"cers. 7. Bradford quotes the Dutch historian Emanuel van Meteren’s General History of the Netherlands (1608). King Edward VI reigned from 1547 to 1553. King James I reigned from 1603 to

1625. Most Puritans preferred the Calvinist sys- tem in Geneva or the Church of Scotland, which replaced a hierarchy of archbishops, bishops, and priests with a national assembly and a parish presbytery consisting of the ministers and elders. 8. Believers. 9. Not the soldier and explorer; a Cambridge Uni- versity gradu ate who seceded from the Church of Eng land in 1605.

their ignorance and sins discovered3 unto them, and began by His grace to reform their lives, and make conscience of their ways, the work of God was no sooner manifest in them, but presently they were both scoffed and scorned by the profane4 multitude, and the ministers urged with the yoke of subscrip- tion,5 or else must be silenced; and the poor people were so vexed with appa- ritors, and the pursuivants, and the commissary courts,6 as truly their afdiction was not small; which, notwithstanding, they bore sundry years with much patience, till they were occasioned (by the continuance and increase of these trou bles, and other means which the Lord raised up in those days) to see further into things by the light of the word of God. How not only these base and beggarly ceremonies were unlawful, but also that the lordly and tyranous power of the prelates ought not to be submitted unto; which thus, contrary to the freedom of the gospel, would load and burden men’s con- sciences, and by their compulsive power make a profane mixture of persons and things in the worship of God. And that their of"ces and callings, courts and canons, etc. were unlawful and anti- Christian; being such as have no warrant in the word of God; but the same that were used in popery, and still retained. Of which a famous author thus writeth in his Dutch commentaries: At the coming of King James into Eng land,

The new king (saith he) found there established the reformed religion, according to the reformed religion of King Edward VI. Retaining, or keeping still the spiritual state of the bishops, etc. after the old manner, much varying and differing from the reformed churches in Scotland, France, and the Netherlands, Embden, Geneva, etc. whose reformation is cut, or shaped much nearer the "rst Christian churches, as it was used in the Apostles’ times.7

So many therefore of these professors8 as saw the evil of these things, in these parts, and whose hearts the Lord had touched with heavenly zeal for his truth, they shook off this yoke of anti- Christian bondage, and as the Lord’s free people, joined themselves (by a covenant of the Lord) into a church estate, in the fellowship of the gospel, to walk in all his ways, made known, or to be made known unto them, according to their best endeavors, whatsoever it should cost them, the Lord assisting them. And that it cost them something this ensuing history will declare.

These people became two distinct bodies or churches, and in regard of distance of place did congregate severally; for they were of sundry towns and villages, some in Nottinghamshire, some of Lincolnshire, and some of York- shire, where they border nearest together. In one of these churches (besides others of note) was Mr. John Smith,9 a man of able gifts, and a good preacher, who afterwards was chosen their pastor. But these afterwards falling into

1. The Netherlands. 2. Like John Smith and Richard Clyfton, a Cambridge gradu ate and a Separatist. 3. A church leader of the Pilgrims in both Ley- den and Plymouth. 4. I.e., were nearly captured by the authorities.

5. The strug gle for in de pen dence by provinces of the Netherlands, a Protestant country, against Spain, a Catholic country, was interrupted by a twelve- year truce that began on March 30, 1609; this truce was now coming to a close. “This city”: Leyden.

some errors in the Low Countries,1 there (for the most part) buried them- selves, and their names.

But in this other church (which must be the subject of our discourse) besides other worthy men, was Mr. Richard Clyfton, a grave and revered preacher, who by his pains and diligence had done much good, and under God had been a means of the conversion of many. And also that famous and worthy man Mr. John Robinson,2 who afterwards was their pastor for many years, till the Lord took him away by death. Also Mr. William Brewster3 a reverent man, who afterwards was chosen an elder of the church and lived with them till old age.

But after these things they could not long continue in any peaceable con- dition, but were hunted and persecuted on every side, so as their former afdictions were but as dea- bitings in comparison of these which now came upon them. For some were taken and clapped up in prison, others had their houses beset and watched night and day, and hardly escaped their hands;4 and the most were fain to dy and leave their houses and habitations, and the means of their livelihood. Yet these and many other sharper things which afterward befell them, were no other than they looked for, and therefore were the better prepared to bear them by the assistance of God’s grace and spirit. Yet seeing themselves thus molested, and that there was no hope of their continuance there, by a joint consent they resolved to go into the Low Coun- tries, where they heard was freedom of religion for all men; as also how sundry from London, and other parts of the land, had been exiled and per- secuted for the same cause, and were gone thither, and lived at Amsterdam, and in other places of the land. So after they had continued together about a year, and kept their meetings every Sabbath in one place or other, exercis- ing the worship of God amongst themselves, notwithstanding all the dili- gence and malice of their adversaries, they seeing they could no longer continue in that condition, they resolved to get over into Holland as they could; which was in the year 1607 and 1608.

* * * chapter iv. showing the reasons and causes of their removal

After they had lived in this city about some eleven or twelve years (which is the more observable being the whole time of that famous truce between that state and the Spaniards)5 and sundry of them were taken away by death, and many others began to be well stricken in years, the grave mistress Experi- ence having taught them many things, those prudent governors with sundry of the sagest members began both deeply to apprehend their pres ent dan- gers, and wisely to foresee the future, and think of timely remedy. In the agitation of their thoughts, and much discourse of things hereabout, at length they began to incline to this conclusion, of removal to some other place. Not out of any newfangledness, or other such like giddy humor, by which men are oftentimes transported to their great hurt and danger, but

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6. Ancient Roman statesman of unbending integrity who committed suicide after being defeated in battle by the future emperor Julius Caesar. Orpah was the sister- in- law of Ruth, who did not leave their mother- in- law: “And they

lifted up their voice, and wept again: and Orpah kissed her mother- in- law; but Ruth clave unto her” (Ruth 1.14). 7. “It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth” (Lamentations 3.27).

for sundry weighty and solid reasons; some of the chief of which I will here briedy touch. And "rst, they saw and found by experience the hardness of the place and country to be such, as few in comparison would come to them, and fewer that would bide it out, and continue with them. For many that came to them, and many more that desired to be with them, could not endure that great labor and hard fare, with other incon ve niences which they under- went and were contented with. But though they loved their persons, approved their cause, and honored their sufferings, yet they left them as it were weep- ing, as Orpah did her mother- in- law Naomi, or as those Romans did Cato6 in Utica, who desired to be excused and borne with, though they could not all be Catos. For many, though they desired to enjoy the ordinances of God in their purity, and the liberty of the gospel with them, yet, alas, they admit- ted of bondage, with danger of conscience, rather than to endure these hard- ships; yea, some preferred and chose the prisons in Eng land, rather than this liberty in Holland, with these afdictions. But it was thought that if a better and easier place of living could be had, it would draw many, and take away these discouragements. Yea, their pastor would often say, that many of those who both wrote and preached now against them, if they were in a place where they might have liberty and live comfortably, they would then prac- tice as they did.

Secondly. They saw that though the people generally bore all these dif"- culties very cheerfully, and with a resolute courage, being in the best and strength of their years, yet old age began to steal on many of them (and their great and continual labors, with other crosses and sorrows, hastened it before the time), so as it was not only prob ably thought, but apparently seen, that within a few years more they would be in danger to scatter, by necessities pressing them, or sink under their burdens, or both. And therefore accord- ing to the divine proverb, that a wise man seeth the plague when it cometh, and hideth himself, Proverbs 22:3, so they like skillful and beaten soldiers were fearful either to be entrapped or surrounded by their enemies, so as they should neither be able to "ght nor dy; and therefore thought it better to dislodge betimes to some place of better advantage and less danger, if any such could be found.

Thirdly; as necessity was a taskmaster over them, so they were forced to be such, not only to their servants, but in a sort, to their dearest children; the which as it did not a little wound the tender hearts of many a loving father and mother, so it produced likewise sundry sad and sorrowful effects. For many of their children, that were of best dispositions and gracious inclina- tions, having learned to bear the yoke in their youth,7 and [being] willing to bear part of their parents’ burden, were, oftentimes, so oppressed with their heavy labors, that though their minds were free and willing, yet their bodies bowed under the weight of the same, and became decrepit in their early youth; the vigor of nature being consumed in the very bud as it were. But that which was more la men ta ble, and of all sorrows most heavy to be borne, was that many of their children, by these occasions, and the great licentiousness of

8. Slices, portions.

youth in that country, and the manifold temptations of the place, were drawn away by evil examples into extravagant and dangerous courses, getting the reins off their necks, and departing from their parents. Some became soldiers, others took upon them far voyages by sea, and other some worse courses, tending to dissoluteness and the danger of their souls, to the great grief of their parents and dishonor of God. So that they saw their posterity would be in danger to degenerate and be corrupted.

Lastly (and which was not least), a great hope and inward zeal they had of laying some good foundation, or at least to make some way thereunto, for the propagating and advancing the gospel of the kingdom of Christ in those remote parts of the world; yea, though they should be but even as stepping- stones unto others for the performing of so great a work.

These, and some other like reasons, moved them to undertake this reso- lution of their removal; the which they afterward prosecuted with so great dif"culties, as by the sequel will appear.

The place they had thoughts on was some of those vast and unpeopled countries of Amer i ca, which are fruitful and "t for habitation, being devoid of all civil inhabitants, where there are only savage and brutish men, which range up and down, little other wise than the wild beasts of the same. This proposi- tion being made public and coming to the scanning of all, it raised many vari- able opinions amongst men, and caused many fears and doubts amongst themselves. Some, from their reasons and hopes conceived, labored to stir up and encourage the rest to undertake and prosecute the same; others, again, out of their fears, objected against it, and sought to divert from it, alleging many things, and those neither unreasonable nor unprobable; as that it was a great design, and subject to many unconceivable perils and dangers; as, besides the casualties of the seas (which none can be freed from) the length of the voyage was such, as the weak bodies of women and other persons worn out with age and travail (as many of them were) could never be able to endure. And yet if they should, the miseries of the land which they should be exposed unto, would be too hard to be borne; and likely, some or all of them together, to consume and utterly to ruinate them. For there they should be liable to famine, and nakedness, and the want, in a manner, of all things. The change of air, diet, and drinking of water, would infect their bodies with sore sicknesses, and grievous diseases. And also those which should escape or overcome these dif"culties, should yet be in continual danger of the savage people, who are cruel, barbarous, and most treacher- ous, being most furious in their rage, and merciless where they overcome; not being content only to kill, and take away life, but delight to torment men in the most bloody manner that may be; daying some alive with the shells of "shes, cutting off the members and joints of others by piecemeal, and broiling on the coals, eat the collops8 of their desh in their sight whilst they live; with other cruelties horrible to be related. And surely it could not be thought but the very hearing of these things could not but move the very bowels of men to grate within them, and make the weak to quake and tremble. It was further objected, that it would require greater sums of money to furnish such a voyage, and to "t them with necessaries, than their con- sumed estates would amount to; and yet they must as well look to be seconded

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9. The Speedwell, with a capacity of sixty tons. 1. The May"ower had a capacity of one hundred eighty tons.

with supplies, as presently to be transported. Also many pre ce dents of ill success, and la men ta ble miseries befallen others in the like designs, were easy to be found, and not forgotten to be alleged; besides their own experi- ence, in their former trou bles and hardships in their removal into Holland, and how hard a thing it was for them to live in that strange place, though it was a neighbor country, and a civil and rich commonwealth.

It was answered, that all great and honorable actions are accompanied with great dif"culties, and must be both enterprised and overcome with answerable courages. It was granted the dangers were great, but not desper- ate; the dif"culties were many, but not invincible. For though there were many of them likely, yet they were not certain; it might be sundry of the things feared might never befall; others by provident care and the use of good means, might in a great mea sure be prevented; and all of them, through the help of God, by fortitude and patience, might either be borne, or overcome. True it was, that such attempts were not to be made and undertaken with- out good ground and reason; not rashly or lightly as many have done for curi- osity or hope of gain, etc. But their condition was not ordinary; their ends were good and honorable; their calling lawful, and urgent; and therefore they might expect the blessing of God in their proceeding. Yea, though they should lose their lives in this action, yet might they have comfort in the same, and their endeavors would be honorable. They lived here but as men in exile, and in a poor condition; and as great miseries might possibly befall them in this place, for the twelve years of truce were now out, and there was noth- ing but beating of drums, and preparing for war, the events whereof are always uncertain. The Spaniard might prove as cruel as the savages of Amer- i ca, and the famine and pestilence as sore here as there, and their liberty less to look out for remedy. After many other par tic u lar things answered and alleged on both sides, it was fully concluded by the major part, to put this design in execution, and to prosecute it by the best means they could.

* * * from chapter vii. of their departure from leyden, and other

things thereabout, with their arrival at southampton, where they all met together, and took in their provisions

At length, after much travail and these debates, all things were got ready and provided. A small ship9 was bought, and "tted in Holland, which was intended as to serve to help to transport them, so to stay in the country and attend upon "shing and such other affairs as might be for the good and bene"t of the col- ony when they came there. Another was hired at London, of burden about nine score;1 and all other things got in readiness. So being ready to depart, they had a day of solemn humiliation, their pastor taking his text from Ezra 8.21: “And there at the river, by Ahava, I proclaimed a fast, that we might humble ourselves before our God, and seek of Him a right way for us, and for our children, and for all our substance.” Upon which he spent a good part of the day very pro"tably, and suitable to their pres ent occasion. The rest of the time was spent in pouring out prayers to the Lord with great fervency, mixed with abundance of tears. And the time being come that they must

2. “They were strangers and pilgrims on the earth” (Hebrews 11.13). 3. In Mourt’s Relation. 4. John Carver (c. 1576–1621), the colony’s "rst

governor. 5. See 2 Corinthians 1.8 and Acts 18.5. 6. Proverbs 18.14. 7. Carver’s wife was Robinson’s sister.

depart, they were accompanied with most of their brethren out of the city, unto a town sundry miles off called Delfshaven, where the ship lay ready to receive them. So they left that goodly and pleasant city, which had been their resting place near twelve years; but they knew they were pilgrims,2 and looked not much on those things, but lifted up their eyes to the heavens, their dearest country, and quieted their spirits. When they came to the place they found the ship and all things ready; and such of their friends as could not come with them followed after them, and sundry also came from Amsterdam to see them shipped and to take their leave of them. That night was spent with little sleep by the most, but with friendly entertainment and Christian discourse and other real expressions of true Christian love. The next day, the wind being fair, they went aboard, and their friends with them, where truly doleful was the sight of that sad and mournful parting; to see what sighs and sobs and prayers did sound amongst them, what tears did gush from every eye, and pithy speeches pierced each heart; that sun- dry of the Dutch strangers that stood on the quay as spectators, could not refrain from tears. Yet comfortable and sweet it was to see such lively and true expressions of dear and unfeigned love. But the tide (which stays for no man) calling them away that were thus loath to depart, their reverend pastor falling down on his knees, and they all with him, with watery cheeks commended them with most fervent prayers to the Lord and His blessing. And then with mutual embraces and many tears, they took their leaves one of another, which proved to be the last leave to many of them.

* * * At their parting Mr. Robinson writ a letter to the whole com pany, which,

though it hath already been printed,3 yet I thought good here likewise to insert it, as also a brief letter writ at the same time to Mr. Carver,4 in which the tender love and godly care of a true pastor appears:

My dear Brother, I received enclosed in your last letter the note of infor- mation, which I shall carefully keep and make use of as there shall be occa- sion. I have a true feeling of your perplexity of mind and toil of body, but I hope that you who have always been able so plentifully to administer com- fort unto others in their trials, are so well furnished for yourself as that far greater dif"culties than you have yet under gone (though I conceive them to have been great enough) cannot oppress you, though they press you, as the Apostle speaks.5 The spirit of a man (sustained by the spirit of God) will sustain his in"rmity;6 I doubt not so will yours. And the better much when you shall enjoy the presence and help of so many godly and wise brethren, for the bearing of part of your burthen, who also will not admit into their hearts the least thought of suspicion of any the least negligence, at least presumption, to have been in you, whatsoever they think in others. Now what shall I say or write unto you and your good wife, my loving sister?7

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8. Delay.

Even only this, I desire (and always shall) unto you from the Lord, as unto my own soul; and assure yourself that my heart is with you, and that I will not forslow8 my bodily coming at the "rst opportunity. I have written a large letter to the whole, and am sorry I shall not rather speak than write to them; and the more, considering the want of a preacher, which I shall also make some spur to my hastening after you. I do ever commend my best affection unto you, which if I thought you made any doubt of, I would express in more, and the same more ample and full words. And the Lord in whom you trust and whom you serve ever in this business and journey, guide you with His hand, protect you with His wing, and show you and us His salvation in the end, and bring us in the meanwhile together in the place desired, if such be His good will, for His Christ’s sake. Amen. Yours, etc.

July 27, 1620 John Robinson

This was the last letter that Mr. Carver lived to see from him. The other follows:

Loving and Christian friends, I do heartily and in the Lord salute you all, as being they with whom I am pres ent in my best affection, and most earnest longings after you, though I be constrained for a while to be bodily absent from you. I say constrained, God knowing how willingly, and much rather than other wise, I would have borne my part with you in this "rst brunt, were I not by strong necessity held back for the pres ent. Make account of me in the meanwhile, as of a man divided in myself with great pain, and as (natu ral bonds set aside) having my better part with you. And though I doubt not but in your godly wisdoms, you both foresee and resolve upon that which concer- neth your pres ent state and condition, both severally and jointly, yet have I thought it but my duty to add some further spur of provocation unto them, who run already, if not because you need it, yet because I owe it in love and duty. And "rst, as we are daily to renew our repentance with our God, espe- cially for our sins known, and generally for our unknown trespasses, so doth the Lord call us in a singular manner upon occasions of such dif"culty and danger as lieth upon you, to a both more narrow search and careful reforma- tion of your ways in his sight; lest He, calling to remembrance our sins forgot- ten by us or unrepented of, take advantage against us, and in judgment leave us for the same to be swallowed up in one danger or other; whereas, on the contrary, sin being taken away by earnest repentance and the pardon thereof from the Lord sealed up unto a man’s conscience by His spirit, great shall be his security and peace in all dangers, sweet his comforts in all distresses, with happy deliverance from all evil, whether in life or in death.

Now next after this heavenly peace with God and our own consciences, we are carefully to provide for peace with all men what in us lieth, espe- cially with our associates; and for that watchfulness must be had, that we neither at all in ourselves do give, no, nor easily take offense being given by others. Woe be unto the world for offenses, for though it be necessary (con- sidering the malice of Satan and man’s corruption) that offenses come, yet

9. See 1 Peter 4.8. 1. Lack.

woe unto the man or woman either by whom the offense cometh, saith Christ, Matthew 18.7. And if offenses in the unseasonable use of things in themselves indifferent, be more to be feared than death itself, as the Apostle teacheth, 1 Corinthians 9.15, how much more in things simply evil, in which neither honor of God nor love of man is thought worthy to be regarded. Nei- ther yet is it suf"cient that we keep ourselves by the grace of God from giving offense, except withal we be armed against the taking of them when they be given by others. For how unperfect and lame is the work of grace in that per- son, who wants charity to cover a multitude of offenses, as the scriptures speak.9 Neither are you to be exhorted to this grace only upon the common grounds of Chris tian ity, which are, that persons ready to take offense, either want1 charity, to cover offenses, or wisdom duly to weigh human frailty; or lastly, are gross, though close hypocrites, as Christ our Lord teacheth, Mat- thew 7.1, 2, 3, as indeed in my own experience, few or none have been found which sooner give offense, than such as easily take it; neither have they ever proved sound and pro"table members in socie ties, which have nourished this touchy humor. But besides these, there are diverse motives provoking you above others to great care and conscience this way: As "rst, you are many of you strangers, as to the persons, so to the in"rmities one of another, and so stand in need of more watchfulness this way, lest when such things fall out in men and women as you suspected not, you be inordinately affected with them; which doth require at your hands much wisdom and charity for the covering and preventing of incident offenses that way. And, lastly, your intended course of civil community will minister continual occasion of offense, and will be as fuel for that "re, except you diligently quench it with brotherly forebearance. And if taking of offense causelessly or easily at men’s doings be so carefully to be avoided, how much more heed is to be taken that we take not offense at God himself, which yet we certainly do so often as we do murmur at His providence in our crosses, or bear impatiently such afdic- tions as wherewith He pleaseth to visit us. Store up therefore patience against the evil day, without which we take offense at the Lord himself in His holy and just works.

A fourth thing there is carefully to be provided for, to wit, that with your common employments you join common affections truly bent upon the gen- eral good, avoiding as a deadly plague of your both common and special comfort all retiredness of mind for proper advantage, and all singularly affected any manner of way; let every man repress in himself and the whole body in each person, as so many rebels against the common good, all pri- vate re spects of men’s selves, not sorting with the general conveniency. And as men are careful not to have a new house shaken with any vio lence before it be well settled and the parts "rmly knit, so be you, I beseech you, breth- ren, much more careful, that the house of God which you are, and are to be, be not shaken with unnecessary novelties or other oppositions at the "rst settling thereof.

Lastly, whereas you are become a body politic, using amongst yourselves civil government, and are not furnished with any persons of special emi- nency above the rest, to be chosen by you into of"ce of government, let your wisdom and godliness appear, not only in choosing such persons as do

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2. See Romans 13.4. 3. Several. 4. Some of Bradford’s community sailed on the

Speedwell from Delftshaven early in August 1620, but that ship’s unseaworthiness forced their transfer to the May"ower.

entirely love and will promote the common good, but also in yielding unto them all due honor and obedience in their lawful administrations; not behold- ing in them the ordinariness of their persons, but God’s ordinance for your good, not being like the foolish multitude who more honor the gay coat, than either the virtuous mind of the man, or glorious ordinance of the Lord. But you know better things, and that the image of the Lord’s power and authority which the magistrate beareth,2 is honorable, in how mean persons soever. And this duty you both may the more willingly and ought the more conscionably to perform, because you are at least for the pres ent to have only them for your ordinary governors, which yourselves shall make choice of for that work.

Sundry other things of importance I could put you in mind of, and of those before mentioned, in more words, but I will not so far wrong your godly minds as to think you heedless of these things, there being also divers3 among you so well able to admonish both themselves and others of what concerneth them. These few things therefore, and the same in few words, I do earnestly com- mend unto your care and conscience, joining therewith my daily incessant prayers unto the Lord, that He who hath made the heavens and the earth, the sea and all rivers of waters, and whose providence is over all His works, espe- cially over all His dear children for good, would so guide and guard you in your ways, as inwardly by His Spirit, so outwardly by the hand of His power, as that both you and we also, for and with you, may have after matter of praising His name all the days of your and our lives. Fare you well in Him in whom you trust, and in whom I rest.

An unfeigned wellwiller of your happy success in this hopeful voyage,

john robinson

This letter, though large, yet being so fruitful in itself, and suitable to their occasion, I thought meet to insert in this place.

All things being now ready, and every business dispatched, the com pany was called together, and this letter read amongst them, which had good accepta- tion with all, and after fruit with many. Then they ordered and distributed their com pany for either ship, as they conceived for the best. And chose a Governor and two or three assistants for each ship, to order the people by the way, and see to the disposing of their provisions, and such like affairs. All which was not only with the liking of the masters of the ships, but according to their desires. Which being done, they set sail from thence about the "fth of August.

* * * chapter ix. of their voyage, and how they passed the sea;

and of their safe arrival at cape cod

September 6. These trou bles being blown over,4 and now all being compact together in one ship, they put to sea again with a prosperous wind, which continued divers days together, which was some encouragement unto them;

5. Strong, energetic. 6. Hesitate. 7. Shrewdly, in its original sense of badly or dan- gerously.

8. Watertight. 9. Overburden. 1. Drift before the weather under very little sail. 2. Roll.

yet, according to the usual manner, many were afdicted with seasickness. And I may not omit here a special work of God’s providence. There was a proud and very profane young man, one of the seamen, of a lusty,5 able body, which made him the more haughty; he would always be contemning the poor people in their sickness, and cursing them daily with grievous execrations, and did not let6 to tell them, that he hoped to help to cast half of them over- board before they came to their journey’s end, and to make merry with what they had; and if he were by any gently reproved, he would curse and swear most bitterly. But it pleased God before they came half seas over, to smite this young man with a grievous disease, of which he died in a desperate man- ner, and so was himself the "rst that was thrown overboard. Thus his curses lighted on his own head; and it was an astonishment to all his fellows, for they noted it to be the just hand of God upon him.

After they had enjoyed fair winds and weather for a season, they were encountered many times with cross winds, and met with many "erce storms, with which the ship was shroudly7 shaken, and her upper works made very leaky; and one of the main beams in the midships was bowed and cracked, which put them in some fear that the ship could not be able to perform the voyage. So some of the chief of the com pany, perceiving the mari ners to fear the suf"ciency of the ship, as appeared by their mutterings, they entered into serious consultation with the master and other of"cers of the ship, to con- sider in time of the danger; and rather to return than to cast themselves into a desperate and inevitable peril. And truly there was great distraction and difference of opinion amongst the mari ners themselves; fain would they do what could be done for their wages’ sake (being now half the seas over) and on the other hand they were loath to hazard their lives too desperately. But in examining of all opinions, the master and others af"rmed they knew the ship to be strong and "rm underwater; and [as] for the buckling of the main beam, there was a great iron screw the passengers brought out of Holland, which would raise the beam into his place; the which being done, the car- penter and master af"rmed that with a post put under it, set "rm in the lower deck, and otherways bound, he would make it suf"cient. And as for the decks and upper works they would caulk them as well as they could, and though with the working of the ship they would not long keep staunch,8 yet there would other wise be no great danger, if they did not overpress9 her with sails. So they committed themselves to the will of God, and resolved to proceed. In sundry of these storms the winds were so "erce, and the seas so high, as they could not bear a knot of sail, but were forced to hull,1 for divers days together. And in one of them, as they thus lay at hull, in a mighty storm, a lusty young man (called John Howland) coming upon some occasion above the gratings, was, with a seele2 of the ship thrown into [the] sea; but it pleased God that he caught hold of the topsail halyards, which hung overboard, and ran out at length; yet he held his hold (though he was sundry fathoms under water) till he was hauled up by the same rope to the brim of the water, and then with a boat hook and other means got into the ship again, and his life saved; and though he was something ill with it, yet he lived many years after,

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3. The Hudson River, in New York. 4. They arrived at pres ent- day Provincetown Harbor on November  11, 1620, after sixty- "ve days at sea. 5. In the year (Latin). 6. The pre"x mal means “bad,” a reference to

the dangerous sandbars. 7. Bradford cites Moral Epistles to Lucilius, by the Roman Stoic phi los o pher Seneca (4? b.c.e.– 65 c.e.). 8. See Acts 28.1–2.

and became a pro"table member both in church and commonwealth. In all this voyage there died but one of the passengers, which was William But- ten, a youth, servant to Samuel Fuller, when they drew near the coast. But to omit other things (that I may be brief) after long beating at sea they fell with that land which is called Cape Cod; the which being made and cer- tainly known to be it, they were not a little joyful. After some deliberation had amongst themselves and with the master of the ship, they tacked about and resolved to stand for the southward (the wind and weather being fair) to "nd some place about Hudson’s River3 for their habitation. But after they had sailed that course about half the day, they fell amongst dangerous shoals and roaring breakers, and they were so far entangled therewith as they con- ceived themselves in great danger; and the wind shrinking upon them withal, they resolved to bear up again for the Cape, and thought themselves happy to get out of those dangers before night overtook them, as by God’s provi- dence they did. And the next day they got into the Cape Harbor,4 where they rid in safety. A word or two by the way of this cape; it was thus "rst named by Captain Gosnold and his com pany, Anno5 1602, and after by Captain Smith was called Cape James, but it retains the former name amongst sea- men. Also that point which "rst showed those dangerous shoals unto them, they called Point Care, and Tucker’s Terror, but the French and Dutch to this day call it Malabarr, by reason of those perilous shoals,6 and the losses they have suffered there.

Being thus arrived in a good harbor and brought safe to land, they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven, who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean, and delivered them from all the perils and mis- eries thereof, again to set their feet on the "rm and stable earth, their proper ele ment. And no marvel if they were thus joyful, seeing wise Seneca was so affected with sailing a few miles on the coast of his own Italy; as he af"rmed, that he had rather remain twenty years on his way by land, than pass by sea to any place in a short time, so tedious and dreadful was the same unto him.7

But here I cannot but stay and make a pause, and stand half amazed at this poor people’s pres ent condition, and so I think will the reader, too, when he well considers the same. Being thus passed the vast ocean, and a sea of trou bles before in their preparation (as may be remembered by that which went before), they had now no friends to welcome them, nor inns to enter- tain or refresh their weatherbeaten bodies, no houses or much less towns to repair to, to seek for succor. It is recorded in scripture as a mercy to the apostle and his shipwrecked com pany, that the barbarians showed them no small kindness in refreshing them,8 but these savage barbarians, when they met with them (as after will appear) were readier to "ll their sides full of arrows than other wise. And for the season it was winter, and they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, and subject to cruel and "erce storms, dangerous to travel to known places, much more to search an unknown coast. Besides, what could they see but a hideous and

9. Mountain from which Moses saw the Prom- ised Land (Deuteronomy 34.1–4). 1. Small vessel "tted with one or more masts.

2. Deuteronomy 26.6–8 [Bradford’s note]. 3. Psalm 107.1, 2, 4, 5, 8 [Bradford’s note].

desolate wilderness, full of wild beasts and wild men? And what multitudes there might be of them they knew not. Neither could they, as it were, go up to the top of Pisgah,9 to view from this wilderness a more goodly country to feed their hopes; for which way soever they turned their eyes (save upward to the heavens) they could have little solace or content in re spect of any out- ward objects. For summer being done, all things stand upon them with a weatherbeaten face, and the whole country, full of woods and thickets, rep- resented a wild and savage hue. If they looked behind them, there was the mighty ocean which they had passed, and was now as a main bar and gulf to separate them from all the civil parts of the world. If it be said they had a ship to succor them, it is true; but what heard they daily from the master and com pany? but that with speed they should look out a place with their shallop,1 where they would be at some near distance; for the season was such as he would not stir from thence till a safe harbor was discovered by them where they would be, and he might go without danger; and that victuals con- sumed apace, but he must and would keep suf"cient for themselves and their return. Yea, it was muttered by some, that if they got not a place in time, they would turn them and their goods ashore and leave them. Let it also be con- sidered what weak hopes of supply and succor they left behind them, that might bear up their minds in this sad condition and trials they were under; and they could not but be very small. It is true, indeed, the affections and love of their brethren at Leyden was cordial and entire towards them, but they had little power to help them, or themselves; and how the case stood between them and the merchants at their coming away, hath already been declared. What could now sustain them but the spirit of God and His grace? May not and ought not the children of these fathers rightly say: “Our fathers were En glishmen which came over this great ocean, and were ready to perish in this wilderness; but they cried unto the Lord, and He heard their voice, and looked on their adversity,”2 “Let them therefore praise the Lord, because He is good, and His mercies endure forever.” “Yea, let them which have been redeemed of the Lord, show how He hath delivered them from the hand of the oppressor. When they wandered in the desert wilderness out of the way, and found no city to dwell in, both hungry, and thirsty, their soul was over- whelmed in them. Let them confess before the Lord His loving kindness, and His wonderful works before the sons of men.”3

chapter x. showing how they sought out a place of habitation; and what befell them thereabout

Being thus arrived at Cape Cod the 11th of November, and necessity calling them to look out a place for habitation (as well as the master’s and mari ners’ importunity), they having brought a large shallop with them out of Eng land, stowed in quarters in the ship, they now got her out and set their carpenters to work to trim her up; but [she] being much bruised and shattered in the ship with foul weather, they saw she would be long in mending. Whereupon a few of them tendered themselves to go by land and discover those nearest

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4. This distance might have been six to nine miles. 5. Myles Standish (1584?–1656), a professional soldier who had fought in the Netherlands, was employed by the Pilgrims.

6. Fast. 7. In Numbers 13.23–26, scouts sent out by Moses to search the wilderness return after forty days with clusters of grapes picked near a brook they call Eschol.

places, whilst the shallop was in mending, and the rather because as they went into that harbor there seemed to be an opening some two or three leagues off,4 which the master judged to be a river. It was conceived there might be some danger in the attempt, yet seeing them resolute, they were permitted to go, being sixteen of them, well armed, under the conduct of Captain Standish,5 having such instructions given them as was thought meet. They set forth the 15th of November, and when they had marched about the space of a mile by the seaside, they espied "ve or six persons with a dog coming towards them, who were savages, but they ded from them, and ran up into the woods, and the En glish followed them, partly to see if they could speak with them, and partly to discover if there might not be more of them lying in ambush. But the Indians seeing themselves thus followed, they again forsook the woods, and ran away on the sands as hard6 as they could, so as they could not come near them, but followed them by the track of their feet sundry miles, and saw that they had come the same way. So, night com- ing on, they made their rendezvous and set out their sentinels, and rested in quiet that night, and the next morning followed their track till they had headed a great creek, and so left the sands, and turned another way into the woods. But they still followed them by guess, hoping to "nd their dwellings, but they soon lost both them and themselves, falling into such thickets as were ready to tear their clothes and armor in pieces, but were most distressed for want of drink. But at length they found water and refreshed themselves, [it] being the "rst New Eng land water they drunk of, and was now in their great thirst as pleasant unto them as wine or beer had been in foretimes. Afterwards they directed their course to come to the other shore, for they knew it was a neck of land they were to cross over, and so at length got to the seaside, and marched to this supposed river, and by the way found a pond of clear fresh water, and shortly after a good quantity of clear ground where the Indians had formerly set corn, and some of their graves. And proceed- ing further they saw new stubble where corn had been set the same year, also they found where lately a house had been, where some planks and a great kettle was remaining, and heaps of sand newly paddled with their hands, which they, digging up, found in them divers fair Indian baskets "lled with corn, and some in ears, fair and good, of divers colors, which seemed to them a very goodly sight (having never seen any such before). This was near the place of that supposed river they came to seek, unto which they went and found it to open itself into two arms with a high cliff of sand in the entrance, but more like to be creeks of salt water than any fresh, for aught they saw, and that there was good harborage for their shallop, leaving it further to be discovered by their shallop when she was ready. So their time limited them being expired, they returned to the ship, lest they should be in fear of their safety, and took with them part of the corn, and buried up the rest, and so like the men from Eshcol7 carried with them of the fruits of the land, and showed their brethren, of which, and their return, they were marvelously glad, and their hearts encouraged.

8. Descendants of these Nauset Indians, the Wampanoag, today live on the reservation in Mashpee, Cape Cod.

9. Near pres ent- day Eastham. 1. Prob ably a pi lot whale.

After this, the shallop being got ready, they set out again for the better discovery of this place, and the master of the ship desired to go himself, so there went some thirty men, but found it to be no harbor for ships but only for boats. There was also found two of their houses covered with mats, and sundry of their implements in them, but the people were run away and could not be seen.8 Also there was found more of their corn, and of their beans of vari ous colors. The corn and beans they brought away, purposing to give them full satisfaction when they should meet with any of them (as about some six months afterward they did, to their good content). And here is to be noted a special providence of God, and a great mercy to this poor people, that here they got seed to plant them corn the next year, or else they might have starved, for they had none, nor any likelihood to get any till the season had been past (as the sequel did manifest). Neither is it likely they had had this, if the "rst voyage had not been made, for the ground was now all cov- ered with snow, and hard frozen. But the Lord is never wanting unto his in their greatest needs; let his holy name have all the praise.

The month of November being spent in these affairs, and much foul weather falling in, the 6th of December they sent out their shallop again with ten of their principal men, and some seamen, upon further discovery, intend- ing to circulate that deep bay of Cape Cod. The weather was very cold, and it froze so hard as the spray of the sea lighting on their coats, they were as if they had been glazed; yet that night betimes they got down into the bottom of the bay, and as they drew near the shore9 they saw some ten or twelve Indians very busy about something. They landed about a league or two from them, and had much ado to put ashore anywhere, it lay so full of dats. [ After their] being landed, it grew late, and they made themselves a barricade with logs and boughs as well as they could in the time, and set out their sentinel and betook them to rest, and saw the smoke of the "re the savages made that night. When morning was come they divided their com pany, some to coast along the shore in the boat, and the rest marched through the woods to see the land, if any "t place might be for their dwelling. They came also to the place where they saw the Indians the night before, and found they had been cutting up a great "sh like a grampus,1 being some two inches thick of fat like a hog, some pieces whereof they had left by the way; and the shallop found two more of these "shes dead on the sands, a thing usual after storms in that place, by reason of the great dats of sand that lie off. So they ranged up and down all that day, but found no people, nor any place they liked. When the sun grew low, they hasted out of the woods to meet with their shal- lop, to whom they made signs to come to them into a creek hard by, the which they did at high water, of which they were very glad, for they had not seen each other all that day, since the morning. So they made them a barricado (as usually they did every night) with logs, stakes, and thick pine boughs, the height of a man, leaving it open to leeward, partly to shelter them from the cold and wind (making their "re in the middle, and lying round about it), and partly to defend them from any sudden assaults of the savages, if they should surround them.

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2. The En glish.

So being very weary, they betook them to rest. But about midnight, they heard a hideous and great cry, and their sentinel called, “Arm! arm,” so they bestirred them and stood to their arms, and shot off a couple of muskets, and then the noise ceased. They concluded it was a com pany of wolves, or such like wild beasts, for one of the seamen told them he had often heard such a noise in Newfoundland. So they rested till about "ve of the clock in the morning, for the tide, and their purpose to go from thence, made them be stirring betimes. So after prayer they prepared for breakfast, and it being day dawning, it was thought best to be carry ing things down to the boat. But some said it was not best to carry the arms down, others said they would be the readier, for they had lapped them up in their coats from the dew. But some three or four would not carry theirs till they went themselves, yet as it fell out, the water being not high enough, they laid them down on the bank- side, and came up to breakfast. But presently, all on the sudden, they heard a great and strange cry, which they knew to be the same voices they heard in the night, though they varied their notes, and one of their com pany being abroad came running in, and cried, “Men, Indians, Indians,” and withal, their arrows came dying amongst them. Their men ran with all speed to recover their arms, as by the good providence of God they did. In the mean- time, of those that were there ready, two muskets were discharged at them, and two more stood ready in the entrance of their rendezvous, but were com- manded not to shoot till they could take full aim at them, and the other two charged again with all speed, for there were only four had arms there, and defended the barricado, which was "rst assaulted. The cry of the Indians was dreadful, especially when they saw their men run out of the rendezvous toward the shallop, to recover their arms, the Indians wheeling about upon them. But some running out with coats of mail on, and cutlasses in their hands, they soon got their arms, and let dy amongst them, and quickly stopped their vio- lence. Yet there was a lusty man, and no less valiant, stood behind a tree within half a musket shot, and let his arrows dy at them. He was seen [to] shoot three arrows, which were all avoided. He stood three shots of a musket, till one taking full aim at him, made the bark or splinters of the tree dy about his ears, after which he gave an extraordinary shriek, and away they went all of them. They2 left some to keep the shallop, and followed them about a quar- ter of a mile, and shouted once or twice, and shot off two or three pieces, and so returned. This they did, that they might conceive that they were not afraid of them or any way discouraged. Thus it pleased God to vanquish their ene- mies, and give them deliverance; and by His special providence so to dispose that not any one of them were either hurt, or hit, though their arrows came close by them, and on every side them, and sundry of their coats, which hung up in the barricado, were shot through and through. Afterwards they gave God solemn thanks and praise for their deliverance, and gathered up a bundle of their arrows, and sent them into Eng land afterward by the master of the ship, and called that place the “First Encounter.” From hence they departed, and coasted all along, but discerned no place likely for harbor, and there- fore hasted to a place that their pi lot (one Mr. Coppin, who had been in the country before) did assure them was a good harbor, which he had been in, and they might fetch it before night, of which they were glad, for it began to

3. Flood tide. 4. Heavi ly. 5. Weapons.

6. Mea sured the depth of. 7. The landing, at Plymouth, occurred on De cem- ber 21.

be foul weather. After some hours’ sailing, it began to snow and rain, and about the middle of the after noon, the wind increased, and the sea became very rough, and they broke their rudder, and it was as much as two men could do to steer her with a couple of oars. But their pi lot bade them be of good cheer, for he saw the harbor; but the storm increasing, and night drawing on, they bore what sail they could to get in, while they could see. But herewith they broke their mast in three pieces, and their sail fell over- board, in a very grown sea, so as they had like to have been cast away; yet by God’s mercy they recovered themselves, and having the dood3 with them, struck into the harbor. But when it came to, the pi lot was deceived in the place, and said, the Lord be merciful unto them, for his eyes never saw that place before, and he and the master’s mate would have run her ashore, in a cove full of breakers, before the wind. But a lusty seaman which steered, bade those which rowed, if they were men, about with her, or else they were all cast away, the which they did with speed. So he bid them be of good cheer and row lustily, for there was a fair sound before them, and he doubted not but they should "nd one place or other where they might ride in safety. And though it was very dark, and rained sore,4 yet in the end they got under the lee of a small island, and remained there all that night in safety. But they knew not this to be an island till morning, but were divided in their minds: some would keep the boat for fear they might be amongst the Indians; others were so weak and cold, they could not endure, but got ashore, and with much ado got "re (all things being so wet) and the rest were glad to come to them, for after midnight the wind shifted to the north- west, and it froze hard. But though this had been a day and night of much trou ble and danger unto them, yet God gave them a morning of comfort and refreshing (as usually He doth to His children), for the next day was a fair sunshining day, and they found themselves to be on an island secure from the Indians, where they might dry their stuff, "x their pieces,5 and rest themselves, and gave God thanks for His mercies, in their manifold deliverances. And this being the last day of the week, they prepared there to keep the Sabbath. On Monday they sounded6 the harbor, and found it "t for shipping, and marched into the land, and found divers corn"elds, and little running brooks, a place (as they supposed) "t for situation. At least it was the best they could "nd, and the season, and their pres ent necessity, made them glad to accept of it. So they returned to their ship again with this news to the rest of their people, which did much comfort their hearts.

On the 15th of December they weighed anchor to go to the place they had discovered, and came within two leagues of it, but were fain to bear up again, but the 16th day the wind came fair, and they arrived safe in this harbor, and afterwards took better view of the place, and resolved where to pitch their dwelling,7 and the 25th day began to erect the "rst house for common use to receive them and their goods.

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1. Bradford did not number the chapters in Book II. 2. A form of union. 3. Bradford’s term for the voyagers who were not members of the Separatist church. 4. A document signed by a sovereign granting

privileges to those named in it. 5. In the year of the Lord (Latin). 6. A tradesman, like Bradford, and an original member of the group that went to Holland. 7. Several people. “Unlading”: unloading.

From Book II

* * * from chapter xi.1 the remainder of anno 1620

I shall a little return back and begin with a combination2 made by them before they came ashore, being the "rst foundation of their government in this place, occasioned partly by the discontented and mutinous speeches that some of the strangers3 amongst them had let fall from them in the ship (that when they came ashore they would use their own liberty; for none had power to com- mand them, the patent4 they had being for Virginia, and not for New Eng land, which belonged to another Government, with which the Virginia Com pany had nothing to do), and partly that such an act by them done (this their condition considered) might be as "rm as any patent, and in some re spects more sure.

The form was as followeth. In the name of God, Amen. We whose names are underwritten, the loyal

subjects of our dread sovereign Lord, King James, by the grace of God, of Great Britain, France, and Ireland king, defender of the faith, etc., having undertaken, for the glory of God, and advancement of the Christian faith, and honor of our king and country, a voyage to plant the "rst colony in the north- ern parts of Virginia, do by these pres ents solemnly and mutually in the pres- ence of God, and one of another, covenant and combine ourselves together into a civil body politic, for our better ordering and preservation and further- ance of the ends aforesaid; and by virtue hereof to enact, constitute, and frame such just and equal laws, ordinances, acts, constitutions, and of"ces, from time to time, as shall be thought most meet and con ve nient for the gen- eral good of the Colony, unto which we promise all due submission and obedi- ence. In witness whereof we have hereunder subscribed our names at Cape Cod the 11th of November, in the year of the reign of our sovereign lord, King James, of Eng land, France, and Ireland the eigh teenth, and of Scotland the "fty- fourth. Anno Domini5 1620.

After this they chose, or rather con"rmed, Mr. John Carver6 (a man godly and well approved amongst them) their governor for that year. And after they had provided a place for their goods, or common store, (which were long in unlading for want of boats, foulness of the winter weather, and sick- ness of divers)7 and begun some small cottages for their habitation, as time would admit, they met and consulted of laws and orders, both for their civil and military government, as the necessity of their condition did require, still adding thereunto as urgent occasion in several times, and as cases did require.

8. Attitudes. 9. Past tense of cleave: stuck closely. “Carriage”: handling. 1. Intimate, domestic.

2. Lacking in attention. 3. Which was this author himself [Bradford’s note].

[difficult beginnings]

In these hard and dif"cult beginnings they found some discontents and mur- murings arise amongst some, and mutinous speeches and carriages8 in other; but they were soon quelled and overcome by the wisdom, patience, and just and equal carriage of things by the governor and better part, which clave9 faithfully together in the main. But that which was most sad and la men ta ble was, that in two or three months’ time half of their com pany died, especially in January and February, being the depth of winter, and wanting houses and other comforts; being infected with the scurvy and other diseases, which this long voyage and their inaccommodate condition had brought upon them; so as there died sometimes two or three of a day, in the foresaid time; that of one hundred and odd persons, scarce "fty remained. And of these in the time of most distress, there was but six or seven sound persons, who, to their great commendations be it spoken, spared no pains, night nor day, but with abundance of toil and hazard of their own health, fetched them wood, made them "res, dressed them meat, made their beds, washed their loathsome clothes, clothed and unclothed them; in a word, did all the homely1 and nec- essary of"ces for them which dainty and queasy stomachs cannot endure to hear named; and all this willingly and cheerfully, without any grudging in the least, showing herein their true love unto their friends and brethren, a rare example and worthy to be remembered. Two of these seven were Mr. Wil- liam Brewster, their reverend elder, and Myles Standish, their captain and military commander, unto whom myself and many others were much beholden in our low and sick condition. And yet the Lord so upheld these persons, as in this general calamity they were not at all infected either with sickness or lameness. And what I have said of these, I may say of many others who died in this general visitation, and others yet living, that whilst they had health, yea, or any strength continuing, they were not wanting2 to any that had need of them. And I doubt not but their recompense is with the Lord.

But I may not here pass by another remarkable passage not to be forgot- ten. As this calamity fell among the passengers that were to be left here to plant, and were hasted ashore and made to drink water, that the seamen might have the more beer, and one3 in his sickness, desiring but a small can of beer, it was answered, that if he were their own father he should have none. The disease began to fall amongst them also, so as almost half of their com pany died before they went away, and many of their of"cers and lustiest men, as the boatswain, gunner, three quartermasters, the cook, and others. At which the master was something stricken and sent to the sick ashore and told the governor he should send for beer for them that had need of it, though he drunk water homeward bound. But now amongst his com pany there was far another kind of carriage in this misery than amongst the passengers: for they that before had been boon companions in drinking and jollity in the time of their health and welfare, began now to desert one another in this calamity, saying they would not hazard their lives for them, they should be

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4. Cheat. “Mess”: meal. 5. The Abnaki chief Samoset had encountered En glish "shing vessels in southern Maine; he picked up his En glish there and may have come south with Captain Thomas Dermer (see n. 1,

p. 128; and see the reference to him below). 6. Chief. 7. Bradford’s aside indicates that, having begun his history in 1630, he was writing this part in 1644.

infected by coming to help them in their cabins, and so, after they came to die by it, would do little or nothing for them, but if they died let them die. But such of the passengers as were yet aboard showed them what mercy they could, which made some of their hearts relent, as the boatswain (and some others), who was a proud young man, and would often curse and scoff at the passengers. But when he grew weak, they had compassion on him and helped him; then he confessed he did not deserve it at their hands, he had abused them in word and deed. “O!” saith he, “you, I now see, show your love like Christians indeed one to another, but we let one another lie and die like dogs.” Another lay cursing his wife, saying if it had not been for her he had never come [on] this unlucky voyage, and anon cursing his fellows, saying he had done this and that, for some of them, he had spent so much, and so much, amongst them, and they were now weary of him, and did not help him, having need. Another gave his companion all he had, if he died, to help him in his weakness; he went and got a little spice and made him a mess of meat once or twice, and because he died not so soon as he expected, he went amongst his fellows, and swore the rogue would cozen4 him, he would see him choked before he made him any more meat; and yet the poor fellow died before morning.

[dealings with the natives]

All this while the Indians came skulking about them, and would sometimes show themselves aloof off, but when any approached near them, they would run away. And once they stole away their tools where they had been at work, and were gone to dinner. But about the 16th of March a certain Indian came boldly amongst them, and spoke to them in broken En glish, which they could well understand, but marveled at it. At length they understood by discourse with him, that he was not of these parts, but belonged to the eastern parts, where some En glish ships came to "sh, with whom he was acquainted, and could name sundry of them by their names, amongst whom he had got his language.5 He became pro"table to them in acquainting them with many things concerning the state of the country in the east parts where he lived, which was afterwards pro"table unto them; as also of the people here, of their names, number, and strength; of their situation and distance from this place, and who was chief amongst them. His name was Samoset; he told them also of another Indian whose name was Squanto, a native of this place, who had been in Eng land and could speak better En glish than himself. Being, after some time of entertainment and gifts, dismissed, a while after he came again, and "ve more with him, and they brought again all the tools that were stolen away before, and made way for the coming of their great sachem,6 called Massasoit, who, about four or "ve days after, came with the chief of his friends and other attendance, with the aforesaid Squanto. With whom, after friendly entertainment, and some gifts given him, they made a peace with him (which hath now continued this twenty- four years)7 in these terms:

8. I.e., A Brief Relation of the Discovery and Plan- tation of New Eng land (1622), by Gorges (c. 1566–1647), an En glish colonial entrepreneur. Gorges had a patent for settling in northern New Eng land, but he hired explorers and did not travel to Amer i ca. 9. Here, Dermer means Plymouth, Eng land. John

Smith published his Description of New  Eng land two years after his 1614 voyage. Tisquantum was Squanto’s Indian name. 1. Near the mouth of the Charles River, in pres ent- day Boston and Charlestown. 2. A large bay on Maine’s central coast. “Pokan- okets”: the Wampanoags, the tribe of Massasoit.

1. That neither he nor any of his, should injure or do hurt to any of their people.

2. That if any of his did any hurt to any of theirs, he should send the offender, that they might punish him.

3. That if anything were taken away from any of theirs, he should cause it to be restored, and they should do the like to his.

4. If any did unjustly war against him, they would aid him; if any did war against them, he should aid them.

5. He should send to his neighbors confederates, to certify them of this, that they might not wrong them, but might be likewise comprised in the conditions of peace.

6. That when their men came to them, they should leave their bows and arrows behind them.

After these things he returned to his place called Sowams, some forty mile from this place, but Squanto continued with them, and was their interpreter, and was a special instrument sent of God for their good beyond their expec- tation. He directed them how to set their corn, where to take "sh, and to procure other commodities, and was also their pi lot to bring them to unknown places for their pro"t, and never left them till he died. He was a native of this place, and scarce any left alive besides himself. He was carried away with div- ers others by one Hunt, a master of a ship, who thought to sell them for slaves in Spain; but he got away for Eng land, and was entertained by a merchant in London, and employed to Newfoundland and other parts, and lastly brought hither into these parts by one Mr. Dermer, a gentleman employed by Sir Fer- dinando Gorges and others, for discovery, and other designs in these parts. Of whom I shall say something, because it is mentioned in a book set forth Anno 1622 by the President and Council for New Eng land,8 that he made the peace between the savages of these parts and the En glish, of which this plantation, as it is intimated, had the bene"t. But what a peace it was, may appear by what befell him and his men.

This Mr. Dermer was here the same year that these people came, as appears by a relation written by him, and given me by a friend, bearing date June 30, Anno 1620. And they came in November following, so there was but four months difference. In which relation to his honored friend, he hath these passages of this very place:

I will "rst begin (saith he) with that place from whence Squanto, or Tisquantum, was taken away, which in Capt. Smith’s map is called Plymouth (and I would that Plymouth9 had the like commodities). I would that the "rst plantation might here be seated, if there come to the number of "fty persons, or upward. Other wise at Charlton,1 because there the savages are less to be feared. The Pokanokets, which live to the west of Plymouth, bear an inveterate malice to the En glish, and are of more strength than all the savages from thence to Penobscot.2 Their

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3. Small cannons. 4. If Dermer was not lying about the soil, it has been much degraded since his visit. Patuxet (“at the little falls”) was the Indian name for Plym- outh. Nauset, named for the local Indian tribe, was near pres ent- day Eastham. Satucket (“near the mouth of the stream”) was a Nauset village close to the town of Brewster. 5. Once a harbor near Orleans and Harwich. 6. Samuel Purchas (1577–1626) was an En glish

clergyman and collector of travel writings, famous for compiling the four- volume work to which Bradford refers: Purchas His Pilgrimes (1625). “Lib.”: abbreviation for liber: book (Latin). “Fol.”: abbreviation for folio: sheet, or page (Latin). This reference is to p.  1778  in book 9 of vol. 4. 7. Martha’s Vineyard. 8. The Indians.

desire of revenge was occasioned by an En glishman, who having many of them on board, made a great slaughter with their murderers3 and small shot, when as (they say) they offered no injury on their parts. Whether they were En glish or no, it may be doubted; yet they believe they were, for the French have so possessed them; for which cause Squanto cannot deny but they would have killed me when I was at Namasket, had he not entreated hard for me. The soil of the borders of this great bay, may be compared to most of the plantations which I have seen in Virginia. The land is of diverse sorts, for Patuxet is a hardy but strong soil, Nauset and Satucket are for the most part a blackish and deep mould, much like that where groweth the best tobacco in Virginia.4 In the bottom of that great bay is store of cod and bass, or mullet, etc.

But above all he commends Pokanoket for the richest soil, and much open ground "t for En glish grain, etc.

Mas sa chu setts is about nine leagues from Plymouth, and situate in the midst between both, is full of islands and peninsulas, very fertile for the most part.

(With sundry such relations which I forbear to transcribe, being now better known than they were to him.)

He was taken prisoner by the Indians at Monomoit5 (a place not far from hence, now well known). He gave them what they demanded for his liberty, but when they had got what they desired, they kept him still and endeav- ored to kill his men, but he was freed by seizing on some of them, and kept them bound till they gave him a canoe’s load of corn. Of which, see Pur- chas, lib. 9, fol. 1778.6 But this was Anno 1619.

After the writing of the former relation he came to the Isle of Capawack7 (which lies south of this place in the way to Virginia), and the foresaid Squanto with him, where he going ashore amongst the Indians to trade, as he used to do, was betrayed and assaulted by them, and all his men slain, but one that kept the boat; but himself got aboard very sore wounded, and they had cut off his head upon the cuddy of the boat, had not the man res- cued him with a sword. And so they got away, and made shift to get into Virginia, where he died, whether of his wounds or the diseases of the coun- try, or both together, is uncertain. By all which it may appear how far these people were from peace, and with what danger this plantation was begun, save as the power ful hand of the Lord did protect them. These things were partly the reason why they8 kept aloof and were so long before they came to the En glish. Another reason (as after themselves made known) was how about three years before, a French ship was cast away at Cape Cod, but the men got ashore, and saved their lives, and much of their victuals, and other

9. The May"ower. 1. Medicine men. 2. Mourt’s Relation.

3. Lack. 4. I.e., of a clever nature.

goods. But after the Indians heard of it, they gathered together from these parts, and never left watching and dogging them till they got advantage, and killed them all but three or four which they kept, and sent from one sachem to another, to make sport with, and used them worse than slaves (of which the foresaid Mr. Dermer redeemed two of them) and they conceived this ship9 was now come to revenge it.

Also, as after was made known, before they came to the En glish to make friendship, they got all the powachs1 of the country, for three days together, in a horrid and dev ilish manner to curse and execrate them with their con- jurations, which assembly and ser vice they held in a dark and dismal swamp.

But to return. The spring now approaching, it pleased God the mortality began to cease amongst them, and the sick and lame recovered apace, which put as it were new life into them, though they had borne their sad afdiction with much patience and contentedness, as I think any people could do. But it was the Lord which upheld them, and had beforehand prepared them; many having long borne the yoke, yea from their youth. Many other smaller matters I omit, sundry of them having been already published in a journal made by one of the com pany,2 and some other passages of journeys and rela- tions already published, to which I refer those that are willing to know them more particularly. And being now come to the 25th of March, I shall begin the year 1621.

from chapter xii. anno 1621 * * *

[the first thanksgiving]

They began now to gather in the small harvest they had, and to "t up their houses and dwellings against winter, being all well recovered in health and strength, and had all things in good plenty; for as some were thus employed in affairs abroad, others were exercised in "shing, about cod, and bass, and other "sh, of which they took good store, of which every family had their portion. All the summer there was no want.3 And now began to come in store of fowl, as winter approached, of which this place did abound when they came "rst (but afterward decreased by degrees). And besides waterfowl, there was great store of wild turkeys, of which they took many, besides venison, etc. Besides they had about a peck of meal a week to a person, or now since harvest, Indian corn to that proportion. Which made many afterwards write so largely of their plenty here to their friends in Eng land, which were not feigned, but true reports.

* * * from chapter xix. anno 1628

* * * [mr. morton of merrymount]

About some three or four years before this time, there came over one Cap- tain Wollaston, a man of pretty parts,4 and with him three or four more of some eminency, who brought with them a great many servants, with provisions

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5. Now Quincy, Mas sa chu setts. 6. Very little is known of Captain Wollaston or Thomas Morton other than what Bradford tells. Wollaston may have been Richard Wollaston, a ship’s captain and sometime pirate. Morton (c. 1579–1647) trained as a lawyer in London, moved to New Eng land in the 1620s. He tangled with Bradford, partly because of his anti- Puritanism and more liberal version of colonial- ism, presented in his New En glish Canaan (1637), excerpted below. Morton named his set- tlement Ma- Re Mount, or “Hill by the Sea.” The Puritans sarcastically called it Merrymount. 7. A servant was someone employed in agricul- tural or domestic labor; the servants in this case

were indentured, meaning that their time had been purchased by their original employers (or masters) in exchange for their transportation to the colonies, and hence the remainder of their time could be sold to others. 8. The shifty lawyer (“pettifogger”) Morton (who studied law at Furnivals Inn, one of Lon- don’s Inns of Court), knowing that the settlers’ ordinary food (“commons”) was in short supply, threw a feast of alcohol and delicacies (“ jun- kets”) to win over the hearts and minds of the remaining servants. 9. The master of the carnival- like atmosphere of old En glish holidays, especially at Christmas.

and other implements for to begin a plantation, and pitched themselves in a place within the Mas sa chu setts [Bay Colony] which they called, after their Captain’s name, Mount Wollaston.5 Amongst whom was one Mr. Morton,6 who, it should seem, had some small adventure of his own or other men’s amongst them, but had little re spect amongst them, and was slighted by the meanest servants. Having continued there some time, and not "nding things to answer their expectations, nor pro"t to arise as they looked for, Captain Wollaston takes a great part of the servants, and transports them to Virginia, where he puts them off at good rates, selling their time to other men;7 and writes back to one Mr. Rasdall, one of his chief partners, and accounted their merchant, to bring another part of them to Virginia like- wise, intending to put them off there as he had done the rest. And he, with the consent of the said Rasdall, appointed one Fitcher to be his lieutenant, and govern the remains of the plantation, till he or Rasdall returned to take further order thereabout. But this Morton abovesaid, having more craft than honesty (who had been a kind of pettifogger, of Furnivals Inn) in the other’s absence, watches an opportunity (commons being but hard amongst them) and got some strong drink and other junkets, and made them a feast;8 and after they were merry, he began to tell them, he would give them good coun- sel. “You see,” saith he, “that many of your fellows are carried to Virginia; and if you stay till this Rasdall return, you will also be carried away and sold for slaves with the rest. Therefore I would advise you to thrust out this Lieutenant Fitcher; and I, having a part in the Plantation, will receive you as my partners and consociates; so may you be free from ser vice, and we will converse, trade, plant, and live together as equals, and support and pro- tect one another,” or to like effect. This counsel was easily received; so they took opportunity, and thrust Lieutenant Fitcher out [of] doors, and would suffer him to come no more amongst them, but forced him to seek bread to eat, and other relief from his neighbors, till he could get passage for Eng land. After this they fell to great licentiousness, and led a dissolute life, pouring out themselves into all profaneness. And Morton became lord of misrule,9 and maintained (as it were) a school of Atheism. And after they had got some good into their hands, and got much by trading with the Indians, they spent it as vainly, in quaf"ng and drinking both wine and strong waters in great excess, and, as some reported, £10 worth in a morning. They also set up a maypole, drinking and dancing about it many days together, inviting the Indian women, for their consorts, dancing and frisking together, like so many fairies, or furies rather, and worse practices. As if they had anew revived

1. At the ancient revels in honor of Bacchus, Roman god of wine, frenzied worshipers drank, danced, and even tore apart wild animals and devoured them. Flora, the Roman goddess of dowers and vegetation, was the center of a cult that put on risqué farces.

2. According to Judges 16.23–31, the Philistines captured and tortured Samson, who brought down the temple of the Philistine god Dagon. 3. Guns. 4. In a scattered fashion.

and celebrated the feasts of the Roman Goddess Flora, or the beastly prac- tices of the mad Bacchinalians.1 Morton likewise (to show his poetry) com- posed sundry rhymes and verses, some tending to lasciviousness, and others to the detraction and scandal of some persons, which he af"xed to this idle or idol maypole. They changed also the name of their place, and instead of calling it Mount Wollaston, they call it Merrymount, as if this jollity would have lasted ever. But this continued not long, for after Morton was sent for Eng land (as follows to be declared) shortly after came over that worthy gen- tleman, Mr. John Endicott, who brought over a patent under the broad seal, for the government of the Mas sa chu setts, who visiting those parts caused that maypole to be cut down, and rebuked them for their profaneness, and admonished them to look there should be better walking; so they now, or others, changed the name of their place again, and called it Mount Dagon.2

Now to maintain this riotous prodigality and profuse excess, Morton, thinking himself lawless, and hearing what gain the French and "shermen made by trading of pieces,3 powder, and shot to the Indians, he, as the head of this consortship, began the practise of the same in these parts; and "rst he taught them how to use them, to charge and discharge, and what pro- portion of powder to give the piece, according to the size or bigness of the same; and what shot to use for fowl, and what for deer. And having thus instructed them, he employed some of them to hunt and fowl for him, so as they became far more active in that employment than any of the En glish, by reason of their swiftness of foot, and nimbleness of body, being also quick- sighted, and by continual exercise well knowing the haunts of all sorts of game. So as when they saw the execution that a piece would do, and the bene"t that might come by the same, they became mad, as it were, after them, and would not stick to give any price they could attain to for them, accounting their bows and arrows but baubles in comparison of them.

* * * This Morton having thus taught them the use of pieces, he sold them all he could spare, and he and his consorts determined to send for many out of Eng land, and had by some of the ships sent for above a score. The which being known, and his neighbors meeting the Indians in the woods armed with guns in this sort, it was a terror unto them, who lived stragglingly,4 and were of no strength in any place. And other places (though more remote) saw this mischief would quickly spread over all, if not prevented. Besides, they saw they should keep no servants, for Morton would entertain any, how vile soever, and all the scum of the country, or any discontents, would dock to him from all places, if this nest was not broken; and they should stand in more fear of their lives and goods (in short time) from this wicked and debauched crew, than from the savages themselves.

So sundry of the chief of the straggling plantations, meeting together, agreed by mutual consent to solicit those of Plymouth (who were then of more strength than them all) to join with them, to prevent the further growth

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5. Insensible. 6. In his own book, Morton refers to Standish as “Captain Shrimp” and says it would have been easy for him to destroy these “nine worthies” like “a dock of wild geese,” but that he loathed vio- lence and asked for his freedom to leave. He sug- gests that he was treated brutally because the Pilgrims wished to shame him before the Indian

revelers. 7. The Council of New Eng land was a joint stock com pany established by the British Crown in 1620. Its role was to colonize and govern New Eng land. “Isle of Shoals”: i.e., the Isles of Shoals, a group of small Atlantic islands straddling the borders of Maine and New Hampshire.

of this mischief, and suppress Morton and his consorts before they grew to further head and strength. Those that joined in this action (and after con- tributed to the charge of sending him for Eng land) were from Piscataqua, Naumkeag, Winnisimmett, Wessaguset, Nantasket, and other places where any En glish were seated. Those of Plymouth being thus sought to by their messengers and letters, and weighing both their reasons, and the common danger, were willing to afford them their help, though themselves had least cause of fear or hurt. So, to be short, they "rst resolved jointly to write to him, and in a friendly and neighborly way to admonish him to forbear these courses, and sent a messenger with their letters to bring his answer. But he was so high as he scorned all advice, and asked who had to do with him; he had and would trade pieces with the Indians in despite of all, with many other scurillous terms full of disdain. They sent to him a second time, and bade him be better advised, and more temperate in his terms, for the coun- try could not bear the injury he did; it was against their common safety, and against the King’s proclamation. He answered in high terms as before, and that the King’s proclamation was no law, demanding what penalty was upon it. It was answered, more than he could bear, His Majesty’s dis plea sure. But insolently he persisted, and said the King was dead and his dis plea sure with him, and many the like things; and threatened withal that if any came to molest him, let them look to themselves, for he would prepare for them. Upon which they saw there was no way but to take him by force, and having so far proceeded, now to give over would make him far more haughty and inso- lent. So they mutually resolved to proceed, and obtained of the governor of Plymouth to send Captain Standish, and some other aid with him, to take Morton by force. The which accordingly was done. But they found him to stand stifdy in his defense, having made fast his doors, armed his consorts, set divers dishes of powder and bullets ready on the table; and if they had not been over- armed with drink, more hurt might have been done. They sum- moned him to yield, but he kept his house, and they could get nothing but scoffs and scorns from him; but at length, fearing they would do some vio- lence to the house, he and some of his crew came out, but not to yield, but to shoot; but they were so steeled5 with drink as their pieces were too heavy for them; himself with a carbine (over- charged and almost half "lled with powder and shot, as was after found) had thought to have shot Captain Standish, but he stepped to him, and put by his piece, and took him. Nei- ther was there any hurt done to any of either side, save that one was so drunk that he ran his own nose upon the point of a sword that one held before him as he entered the house, but he lost but a little of his hot blood.6 Mor- ton they brought away to Plymouth, where he was kept, till a ship went from the Isle of Shoals for Eng land, with which he was sent to the Council of New Eng land;7 and letters written to give them information of his course and carriage; and also one was sent at their common charge to inform their

8. Salable. 9. Petitioned, requested.

1. Financially hampered.

Honors more particularly, and to prosecute against him. But he fooled of the messenger, after he was gone from hence, and though he went for Eng land, yet nothing was done to him, not so much as rebuked, for aught was heard; but returned the next year. Some of the worst of the com pany were dispersed, and some of the more modest kept the house till he should be heard from. But I have been too long about so unworthy a person, and bad a cause.

* * * from chapter xxiii. anno 1632

* * * [prosperity weakens community]

Also the people of the plantation began to grow in their outward estates, by reason of the dowing of many people into the country, especially into the Bay of the Mas sa chu setts, by which means corn and cattle rose to a great price, by which many were much enriched, and commodities grew plenti- ful; and yet in other regards this bene"t turned to their hurt, and this acces- sion of strength to their weakness. For now as their stocks increased, and the increase vendible,8 there was no longer any holding them together, but now they must of necessity go to their great lots; they could not other wise keep their cattle; and having oxen grown, they must have land for plowing and tillage. And no man now thought he could live, except he had cattle and a great deal of ground to keep them, all striving to increase their stocks. By which means they were scattered all over the bay, quickly, and the town, in which they lived compactly till now, was left very thin, and in a short time almost desolate. And if this had been all, it had been less, though too much; but the church must also be divided, and those that had lived so long together in Christian and comfortable fellowship must now part and suffer many divi- sions. First, those that lived on their lots on the other side of the bay (called Duxbury) they could not long bring their wives and children to the public worship and church meetings here, but with such burthen, as, growing to some competent number, they sued9 to be dismissed and become a body of themselves; and so they were dismissed (about this time), though very unwill- ingly. But to touch this sad matter, and handle things together that fell out afterward: to prevent any further scattering from this place, and weakening of the same, it was thought best to give out some good farms to special per- sons, that would promise to live at Plymouth, and likely to be helpful to the church or commonwealth, and so tie the lands to Plymouth as farms for the same; and there they might keep their cattle and tillage by some servants, and retain their dwellings here. And so some special lands were granted at a place general, called Green’s Harbor, where no allotments had been in the former division, a place very well meadowed, and "t to keep and rear cattle, good store. But alas! this remedy proved worse than the disease; for within a few years those that had thus got footing there rent themselves away, partly by force, and partly wearing the rest with importunity and pleas of neces- sity, so as they must either suffer them to go, or live in continual opposition and contention. And others still, as they conceived themselves straitened,1 or to want accommodation, break away under one pretense or other, thinking

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2. Captain John Stone, with a cargo of cattle bound for Boston, had put into New Amsterdam to replenish his water supply. “Bark”: ship. 3. Wouter van Twiller, director- general of New

Netherland from 1633 to 1638. 4. I.e., Plymouth Plantation’s. 5. As you please (Dutch).

their own conceived necessity, and the example of others, a warrant suf"- cient for them. And this, I fear, will be the ruin of New Eng land, at least of the churches of God there, and will provoke the Lord’s dis plea sure against them.

* * * from chapter xxv. anno 1634

* * * [trou bles to the west]

This year (in the forepart of the same) they sent forth a bark to trade at the Dutch plantation, and they met there with one Captain Stone, that had lived in Christopher’s, one of the West Indies islands, and now had been some time in Virginia, and came from thence into these parts.2 He kept com pany with the Dutch governor,3 and, I know not in what drunken "t, he got leave of the governor to seize on their4 bark, when they were ready to come away, and had done their market, having the value of £500 worth of goods aboard her; having no occasion at all, or any color of ground for such a thing, but having made the governor drunk, so as he could scarce speak a right word; and when he urged him here about, he answered him, Als ’t u beleeft.5 So he got aboard (the chief of their men and merchant being ashore) and with some of his own men, made the rest of theirs weigh anchor, set sail, and carry her away towards Virginia. But divers of the Dutch seamen, which had been often at Plymouth, and kindly entertained there, said one to another, “ Shall we suffer our friends to be thus abused, and have their goods carried away, before our faces, whilst our governor is drunk?” They vowed they would never suffer it; and so got a vessel or two and pursued him, and brought him in again, and delivered them their bark and goods again.

Afterwards Stone came into the Mas sa chu setts, and they sent and com- menced suit against him for this fact; but by mediation of friends it was taken up, and the suit let fall. And in the com pany of some other gentlemen Stone came afterwards to Plymouth, and had friendly and civil entertainment amongst them, with the rest; but revenge boiled within his breast (though concealed) for some conceived he had a purpose (at one time) to have stabbed the governor, and put his hand to his dagger for that end, but by God’s prov- idence and the vigilance of some, was prevented. He afterward returned to Virginia, in a pinnace, with one Captain Norton and some others; and, I know not for what occasion, they would needs go up Connecticut River; and how they carried themselves I know not, but the Indians knocked him in the head, as he lay in his cabin, and had thrown the covering over his face ( whether out of fear or desperation is uncertain); this was his end. They like- wise killed all the rest, but Captain Norton defended himself a long time against them all in the cook room, till by accident the gunpowder took "re, which (for readiness) he had set in an open thing before him, which did so burn, and scald him, and blind his eyes, as he could make no longer re sis- tance, but was slain also by them, though they much commended his valor.

6. The Plymouth outpost at pres ent- day Wind- sor.

7. I.e., the skin eruptions characteristic of small- pox.

And having killed the men, they made a prey of what they had, and chaf- fered away some of their things to the Dutch that lived there. But it was not long before a quarrel fell between the Dutch and them, and they would have cut off their bark, but they slew the chief sachem with the shot of a murderer.

I am now to relate some strange and remarkable passages. There was a com pany of people lived in the country, up above in the river of Connecti- cut, a great way from their trading house there, and were enemies to those Indians which lived about them, and of whom they stood in some fear (being a stout people). About a thousand of them had enclosed themselves in a fort, which they had strongly palisadoed about. Three or four Dutchmen went up in the beginning of winter to live with them, to get their trade, and pre- vent them [from] bringing it to the En glish, or to fall into amity with them, but at spring to bring all down to their place. But their enterprise failed, for it pleased God to visit these Indians with a great sickness, and such a mor- tality that of a thousand above nine hundred and a half of them died, and many of them did rot above ground for want of burial, and the Dutchmen almost starved before they could get away, for ice and snow. But about Feb- ruary they got with much dif"culty to their trading house, whom they kindly relieved, being almost spent with hunger and cold. Being thus refreshed by them divers days, they got to their own place, and the Dutch were very thank- ful for this kindness.

This spring, also, those Indians that lived about their trading house6 there fell sick of the smallpox, and died most miserably, for a sorer disease cannot befall them. They fear it more than the plague, for usually they that have this disease have them7 in abundance, and for want of bedding and linen and other helps, they fall into a la men ta ble condition, as they lie on their hard mats, the pox breaking and mattering, and running one into another, their skin cleaving (by reason thereof) to the mats they lie on. When they turn them, a whole side will day off at once, as it were, and they will be all of a gore blood, most fearful to behold; and then being very sore, what with cold and other distempers, they die like rotten sheep. The condition of this people was so la men ta ble, and they fell down so generally of this disease, as they were in the end not able to help one another; no, not to make a "re, nor to fetch a little water to drink, nor any to bury the dead; but would strive as long as they could, and when they could procure no other means to make "re, they would burn the wooden trays and dishes they ate their meat in, and their very bows and arrows; and some would crawl out on all four to get a little water, and sometimes die by the way, and not be able to get in again. But those of the En glish house, though at "rst they were afraid of the infec- tion, yet seeing their woeful and sad condition and hearing their pitiful cries and lamentations, they had compassion of them, and daily fetched them wood and water, and made them "res, got them victuals whilst they lived, and buried them when they died. For very few of them escaped, notwith- standing they did what they could for them, to the hazard of themselves. The chief sachem himself now died, and almost all his friends and kindred. But by the marvelous goodness and providence of God not one of the En glish

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8. Beads of polished shells, used as money. 9. There is little trust to be given to their rela-

tions in these things [Bradford’s note].

was so much as sick, or in the least mea sure tainted with this disease, though they daily did these of"ces for them for many weeks together. And this mercy which they showed them was kindly taken, and thankfully acknowledged of all the Indians that knew or heard of the same; and their masters here did much commend and reward them for the same.

* * * from chapter xxvii. anno 1636

* * * [war threats]

In the year 1634, the Pequots (a stout and warlike people), who had made wars with sundry of their neighbors, and puffed up with many victories, grew now at variance with the Narragansetts, a great people bordering upon them. These Narragansetts held correspondence and terms of friendship with the En glish of the Mas sa chu setts. Now the Pequots, being conscious of the guilt of Captain Stone’s death, whom they knew to be an En glishman, as also those that were with him, and being fallen out with the Dutch, lest they should have over many enemies at once, sought to make friendship with the En glish of the Mas sa chu setts, and for that end sent both messengers and gifts unto them, as appears by some letters sent from the governor hither:

Dear and worthy Sir: etc. To let you know somewhat of our affairs, you may understand that the Pequots have sent some of theirs to us, to desire our friendship, and offered much wampum8 and beaver, etc. The "rst messengers were dismissed without answer; with the next we had divers days conference, and taking the advice of some of our ministers, and seeking the Lord in it, we concluded a peace and friendship with them, upon these conditions: that they should deliver up to us those men who were guilty of Stone’s death, etc. And if we desired to plant in Connecticut, they should give up their right to us, and so we would send to trade with them as our friends (which was the chief thing we aimed at, being now in war with the Dutch and the rest of their neigh- bors). To this they readily agreed, and that we should mediate a peace between them and the Narragansetts, for which end they were content we should give the Narragansetts part of that pres ent they would bestow on us (for they stood so much on their honor, as they would not be seen to give anything of themselves). As for Captain Stone, they told us there were but two left of those who had any hand in his death, and that they killed him in a just quarrel, for (say they) he surprised two of our men, and bound them, to make them by force to show him the way up the river,9 and he with two other coming on shore, nine Indians watched him, and when they were asleep in the night, they killed them, to deliver their own men; and some of them going afterwards to the pinnace, it was suddenly blown up. We are now preparing to send a pinnace unto them, etc.

In another of his, dated the 12th of the "rst month, he hath this:

1. Frustration. 2. Under orders from Mas sa chu setts Bay, John Endicott led an expedition into Pequot country

in late August 1637 that served only to stir up the anger of the Indians.

Our pinnace is lately returned from the Pequots; they put off but little commodity, and found them a very false people, so as they mean to have no more to do with them. I have divers other things to write unto you, etc.

Yours ever assured, john winthrop

Boston, 12th of the 1st month, 1634 After these things, and, as I take, this year, John Oldham (of whom much

is spoken before), being now an inhabitant of the Mas sa chu setts, went with a small vessel and slenderly manned, a- trading into these south parts, and upon a quarrel between him and the Indians was cut off by them (as hath been before noted) at an island called by the Indians Munisses, but since by the En glish Block Island. This, with the former about the death of Stone, and the bafding1 of the Pequots with the En glish of the Mas sa chu setts, moved them to set out some to take revenge, and require satisfaction for these wrongs; but it was done so super"cially, and without their acquainting of those of Connecticut and other neighbors with the same, as they did little good. But their neighbors had more hurt done, for some of the murderers of Oldham ded to the Pequots, and though the En glish went to the Pequots, and had some parley with them, yet they did but delude them, and the En glish returned without doing anything to purpose, being frustrate of their opportu- nity by the others’ deceit.2 After the En glish were returned, the Pequots took their time and opportunity to cut off some of the En glish as they passed in boats, and went on fowling, and assaulted them the next spring at their habi- tations, as will appear in its place. I do but touch these things, because I make no question they will be more fully and distinctly handled by them- selves, who had more exact knowledge of them, and whom they did more properly concern.

* * * from chapter xxviii. anno 1637

* * * [war with the pequots]

In the fore part of this year, the Pequots fell openly upon the En glish at Con- necticut, in the lower parts of the river, and slew sundry of them as they were at work in the "elds, both men and women, to the great terror of the rest, and went away in great pride and triumph, with many high threats. They also assaulted a fort at the river’s mouth, though strong and well defended; and though they did not there prevail, yet it struck them with much fear and astonishment to see their bold attempts in the face of danger, which made them in all places to stand upon their guard, and to prepare for re sis tance, and earnestly to solicit their friends and confederates in the Bay of Mas sa- chu setts to send them speedy aid, for they looked for more forcible assaults. Mr. Vane, being then governor, writ from their General Court to them here, to join with them in this war, to which they were cordially willing, but took

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3. Speed. 4. A forti"ed Pequot village near the Mystic River.

opportunity to write to them about some former things, as well as pres ent, considerable hereabout.

* * * In the meantime, the Pequots, especially in the winter before, sought to make peace with the Narragansetts, and used very pernicious arguments to move them thereunto: as that the En glish were strangers and began to over- spread their country, and would deprive them thereof in time, if they were suffered to grow and increase; and if the Narragansetts did assist the En glish to subdue them, they did but make way for their own overthrow, for if they were rooted out, the En glish would soon take occasion to subjugate them. And if they would harken to them, they should not need to fear the strength of the En glish, for they would not come to open battle with them, but "re their houses, kill their cattle, and lie in ambush for them as they went abroad upon their occasions, and all this they might easily do without any or little danger to themselves. The which course being held, they well saw the En glish could not long subsist, but they would either be starved with hunger, or be forced to forsake the country; with many the like things, insomuch that the Narragan- setts were once wavering, and were half minded to have made peace with them, and joined against the En glish. But again when they considered, how much wrong they had received from the Pequots, and what an opportunity they now had by the help of the En glish to right themselves, revenge was so sweet unto them, as it prevailed above all the rest, so as they resolved to join with the En glish against them, and did. The Court here agreed forthwith to send "fty men at their own charge, and with as much speed as possibly they could, got them armed, and had made them ready under suf"cient leaders, and provided a bark to carry them provisions and tend upon them for all occasions. But when they were ready to march (with a supply from the Bay) they had word to stay, for the enemy was as good as vanquished, and there would be no need.

I shall not take upon me exactly to describe their proceedings in these things, because I expect it will be fully done by themselves, who best know the carriage and circumstances of things; I shall therefore but touch them in general. From Connecticut (who were most sensible of the hurt sustained, and the pres ent danger), they set out a party of men, and another party met them from the Bay, at the Narragansetts, who were to join with them. The Narragansetts were earnest to be gone before the En glish were well rested and refreshed, especially some of them which came last. It should seem their desire was to come upon the enemy suddenly, and undiscovered. There was a bark of this place, newly put in there, which was come from Connecticut, who did encourage them to lay hold of the Indians’ forwardness, and to show as great forwardness as they, for it would encourage them, and expedition3 might prove to their great advantage. So they went on, and so ordered their march, as the Indians brought them to a fort of the enemy’s4 (in which most of their chief men were) before day. They approached the same with great silence, and surrounded it both with En glish and Indians, that they might not break out, and so assaulted them with great courage, shooting amongst

5. See Leviticus 2.2. 6. Reportedly seventy- seven years old at the

time, Sassacus held sway over much of southern New Eng land before the war.

them, and entered the fort with all speed; and those that "rst entered found sharp re sis tance from the enemy, who both shot at and grappled with them. Others ran into their houses, and brought out "re, and set them on "re, which soon took in their mats, and, standing close together, with the wind, all was quickly on a dame, and thereby more were burnt to death than was other wise slain. It burnt their bowstrings, and made them unser viceable. Those that escaped the "re were slain with the sword; some hewed to pieces, others run through with their rapiers, so as they were quickly dispatched, and very few escaped. It was conceived they thus destroyed about four hundred at this time. It was a fearful sight to see them thus frying in the "re, and the streams of blood quenching the same, and horrible was the stink and scent thereof; but the victory seemed a sweet sacri"ce,5 and they gave the praise thereof to God, who had wrought so wonderfully for them, thus to enclose their enemies in their hands, and give them so speedy a victory over so proud and insulting an enemy. The Narragansett Indians, all this while, stood round about, but aloof from all danger, and left the whole execution to the En glish, except it were the stopping of any that broke away, insulting over their enemies in this their ruin and misery, when they saw them dancing in the dames, calling them by a word in their own language, signifying, “O brave Pequots!” which they used familiarly among themselves in their own praise, in songs of triumph after their victories. After this ser vice was thus happily accomplished, they marched to the waterside, where they met with some of their vessels, by which they had refreshing with victuals and other necessaries. But in their march the rest of the Pequots drew into a body, and accosted them, thinking to have some advantage against them by reason of a neck of land, but when they saw the En glish prepare for them, they kept aloof, so as they neither did hurt, nor could receive any. After their refreshing and repair together for further coun- sel and directions, they resolved to pursue their victory, and follow the war against the rest, but the Narragansett Indians most of them forsook them, and such of them as they had with them for guides, or other wise, they found them very cold and backward in the business, either out of envy, or that they saw the En glish would make more pro"t of the victory than they were willing they should, or else deprive them of such advantage as themselves desired by hav- ing them become tributaries unto them, or the like.

* * * That I may make an end of this matter: this Sassacus (the Pequots’ chief sachem)6 being ded to the Mohawks, they cut off his head, with some other of the chief of them, whether to satisfy the En glish, or rather the Narragan- setts (who, as I have since heard, hired them to do it) or for their own advan- tage, I well know not; but thus this war took end. The rest of the Pequots were wholly driven from their place, and some of them submitted themselves to the Narragansetts, and lived under them; others of them betook them- selves to the Mohegans, under Uncas, their sachem, with the approbation of the En glish of Connecticut, under whose protection Uncas lived, and he and his men had been faithful to them in this war, and done them very good ser vice. But this did so vex the Narragansetts, that they had not the whole

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7. “And if a man lie with a beast, he shall surely be put to death: and ye shall slay the beast.”

sway over them, as they have never ceased plotting and contriving how to bring them under, and because they cannot attain their ends, because of the En glish who have protected them, they have sought to raise a general conspiracy against the En glish.

* * * from chapter xxxii. anno 1642

* * * [a horrible truth]

There was a youth whose name was Thomas Granger; he was servant to an honest man of Duxbury, being about sixteen or seventeen years of age. (His father and mother lived at the same time at Scituate.) He was this year detected of buggery, and indicted for the same, with a mare, a cow, two goats, "ve sheep, two calves, and a turkey. Horrible it is to mention, but the truth of the history requires it. He was "rst discovered by one that accidentally saw his lewd practice towards the mare. (I forbear particulars.) Being upon it examined and committed, in the end he not only confessed the fact with that beast at that time, but sundry times before, and at several times with all the rest of the forenamed in his indictment; and this his free confession was not only in private to the magistrates, though at "rst he strived to deny it, but to sundry, both ministers and others, and afterwards, upon his indict- ment, to the whole court and jury, and con"rmed it at his execution. And whereas some of the sheep could not so well be known by his description of them, others with them were brought before him, and he declared which were they, and which were not. And accordingly he was cast by the jury, and condemned, and after executed about the 8th of September, 1642. A very sad spectacle it was; for "rst the mare, and then the cow, and the rest of the lesser cattle, were killed before his face, according to the law, Leviticus 20.15,7 and then he himself was executed. The cattle were all cast into a great and large pit that was digged of purpose for them, and no use made of any part of them.

Upon the examination of this person, and also of a former that had made some sodomitical attempts upon another, it being demanded of them how they came "rst to the knowledge and practice of such wickedness, the one confessed he had long used it in old Eng land; and this youth last spoken of said he was taught it by another that had heard of such things from some in  Eng land when he was there, and they kept cattle together. By which it appears how one wicked person may infect many, and what care all ought to have what servants they bring into their families.

But it may be demanded how came it to pass that so many wicked per- sons and profane people should so quickly come over into this land, and mix themselves amongst them, seeing it was religious men that began the work, and they came for religion’s sake. I confess this may be marveled at, at least in time to come, when the reasons thereof should not be known; and the more because here was so many hardships and wants met withal. I shall therefore endeavor to give some answer hereunto. And "rst, according to that in the gospel, it is ever to be remembered that where the Lord begins to sow

8. Weeds common in grain "elds. See Matthew 13.25. 9. I.e., Plymouth.

1. Varied, divided. 2. In the old sense of “agree.”

good seed, there the envious man will endeavor to sow tares.8 Secondly, men being to come over into a wilderness, in which much labor and ser vice was to be done about building and planting, etc., such as wanted help in that re spect, when they could not have such as they would, were glad to take such as they could; and so, many untoward servants, sundry of them proved, that were thus brought over, both men and women kind; who, when their times were expired, became families of themselves, which gave increase hereunto. Thirdly, another and a main reason hereof was, that men, "nding so many godly disposed persons willing to come into these parts, some began to make a trade of it, to transport passengers and their goods, and hired ships for that end; and then, to make up their freight and advance their pro"t, cared not who the persons were, so they had money to pay them. And by this means the country became pestered with many unworthy persons, who, being come over, crept into one place or other. Fourthly, again, the Lord’s blessing usu- ally following his people, as well in outward as spiritual things (though afdic- tions be mixed withal) do make many to adhere to the people of God, as many followed Christ, for the loaves’ sake, John 6.26, and a mixed multi- tude came into the wilderness with the people of God out of Egypt of old, Exodus 12.38. So also there were sent by their friends some under hope that they would be made better; others that they might be eased of such burthens, and they kept from shame at home that would necessarily follow their dis- solute courses. And thus, by one means or other, in twenty years’ time, it is a question whether the greater part be not grown the worser.

* * * from chapter xxxiv. anno 1644

* * * [proposed removal to nauset]

Mr. Edward Winslow was chosen governor this year. Many having left this place,9 as is before noted, by reason of the strait-

ness and barrenness of the same, and their "nding of better accommoda- tions elsewhere, more suitable to their ends and minds; and sundry others still upon every occasion desiring their dismissions, the church began seri- ously to think whether it were not better jointly to remove to some other place, than to be thus weakened, and as it were insensibly dissolved. Many meetings and much consultation was held hereabout, and divers1 were men’s minds and opinions. Some were still for staying together in this place, alleg- ing men might here live, if they would be content with their condition, and that it was not for want or necessity so much that they removed, as for the enriching of themselves. Others were resolute upon removal, and so signi- "ed that here they could not stay, but if the church did not remove, they must; insomuch as many were swayed, rather than there should be a disso- lution, to condescend2 to a removal, if a "t place could be found, that might more con ve niently and comfortably receive the whole, with such accession of others as might come to them, for their better strength and subsistence,

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and some such like cautions and limitations. So as, with the aforesaid pro- visos, the greater part consented to a removal to a place called Nauset, which had been super"cially viewed and the good will of the purchasers (to whom it belonged) obtained, with some addition thereto from the Court. But now they began to see their error, that they had given away already the best and most commodious places to others, and now wanted themselves: for this place was about "fty miles from hence, and at an outside of the country, remote from all society; also, that it would prove so strait, as it would not be compe- tent to receive the whole body, much less be capable of any addition or increase, so as (at least in a short time) they should be worse there than they are now here. The which, with sundry other like considerations and incon ve- niences, made them change their resolutions. But such as were before resolved upon removal took advantage of this agreement, and went on notwithstand- ing, neither could the rest hinder them, they having made some beginning. And thus was this poor church left, like an ancient mother, grown old and forsaken of her children, though not in their affections, yet in regard of their bodily presence and personal helpfulness. Her ancient members being most of them worn away by death, and these of later time being like children trans- lated into other families, and she like a widow left only to trust in God. Thus she that had made many rich became herself poor.3

1630–50 1856

3. See 2 Corinthians 6.10 and 1 Timothy 5.5.

THOMAS MORTON c. 1579–1647

T homas Morton’s amusing and irreverent history, New En glish Canaan (pub-lished in Amsterdam in 1637), deals with some of the same episodes as the previ- ous se lection, William Bradford’s Of Plymouth Plantation. However, Morton, an Anglican, tells a very dif fer ent version of the condict between the devout colonists at Plymouth and Boston and Morton’s mixed community of Native Americans, sailors, and traders at Ma-re Mount, which his Puritan neighbors sarcastically called “Merry Mount.” Deftly deploying mock- epic conventions, Morton celebrated the qualities— sensuality, worldliness, and embrace of the region’s indigenous peoples— that made him an economic rival and potent enemy of the Puritans. The religious exiles did not celebrate Christmas, let alone the old pagan festival of May Day, and they were less intimate with their Native neighbors. When Morton erected a maypole at Ma-re Mount and invited the “Lasses in beaver coats” to join him and his men in dancing around it and drinking “good liquor,” he was de"antly demonstrating his closeness to American Natives and violating Puritan norms of decorum. More to the point, he was unequivocally stating his ideological differences with what he humorously portrayed as the straitlaced and self- impor tant Pilgrims. A long line of literary treat- ments of Morton and his colony, most famously Nathaniel Hawthorne’s story “The

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May- Pole of Merry Mount” (written 1835–36), makes him of continuing fascination today.

Raised in the West Country of Eng land, Morton studied law at the Inns of Court in London. He later came to serve as an attorney for the Council for New Eng land, which had been established in 1620 to promote the colonization of the lands north of modern- day New York. Morton enjoyed many contacts with the court of King Charles I. He was also the sort of "gure around whom rumors and tales tended to circulate: by the time he left Eng land for Mas sa chu setts Bay in 1624, the gos- sip about him included rumors that he had mistreated his wife and murdered an associate.

The most per sis tent tales about Morton date from his brief career in New Eng land. He joined with a Captain Wollaston (perhaps Richard Wollaston, a ship’s captain and sometime pirate) to settle a site in what is now Quincy, Mas sa chu setts, which they named Mount Wollaston. After Wollaston departed for Virginia, Morton renamed the settlement Ma-re Mount (from the Latin for “Hill by the Sea”). As a base for the New Eng land fur trade, the outpost enjoyed very good relations with Native traders. The rumors about Morton, including the charge that he began the sale of guns to New Eng land Indians, may have stemmed from the Pilgrims’ desire to monopolize the lucrative market in furs. In any case, the threat from such sales was prob ably exaggerated, for the type of gun available at the time— the matchlock— was unwieldy, inaccurate, and time- consuming to load. In some ways, it was much less effective than Indian bows and arrows.

In 1627 the Pilgrim authorities seized Morton, and he was deported for trial in Eng land the following year, but there was insuf"cient proof to sustain the charges against him. He returned to New Eng land a year later, only to be taken into custody once more by the indignant Pilgrims, who burned his house and deported him again for trial. While in exile in Eng land, Morton began a lawsuit against the Mas sa- chu setts Bay Colony, the Puritans’ sponsor. In 1635, as a prosecutor for the Council of New Eng land, he successfully petitioned to have the colony’s charter repealed. When he returned one last time to New Eng land in 1643, he proceeded to tangle yet again with the authorities in the colony. The Puritans’ “professed old adversary,” as John Winthrop termed him, was again ordered to leave. After a brief exile in Rhode Island, a colony that was friendly to those who opposed the Puritan authorities, Mor- ton made the mistake of going back to Mas sa chu setts, where he was arrested for conspiracy and jailed for a year. The aged rebel emerged from con"nement in poor health in 1645. He died two years later in York, Maine.

Morton’s witty, sometimes puzzling, always lighthearted narrative of the maypole episode features exuberant wordplay and mirthful per for mances of song and dance, which the comically staid and sober Pilgrims fail to understand, no less to appreciate. Pitting “Captain Shrimp” (i.e., Captain Myles Standish, the military leader of the Plymouth Colony) against “mine host” (himself), the account makes use of Morton’s considerable learning. Its references to ancient and modern lit er a ture include a men- tion of Don Quixote battling the windmill, which shows Morton’s familiarity with recent developments in Eu ro pean lit er a ture. (The "rst volume of Miguel de Cer- vantes’s novel Don Quixote was published in Madrid in 1605 and rapidly spread across Eu rope; an En glish translation appeared in 1612.) In Morton’s vibrant world- view, language proliferated meanings that could not be controlled by a single group. Responding to the Puritans’ desire to restore the Church to biblical purity, Morton articulated a competing approach to a complicated era, leading his opponents to con- sider him, as he put it, “the very hydra,” or many-headed monster, “of the time.”

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1. The text was edited by Charles Francis Adams Jr.  for the Prince Society (1883). “Canaan”: in the Bible, the Israelites’ promised land. 2. New En glish Canaan consists of three parts. The "rst book describes “the natives, their man- ners and customs, with their tractable nature and love towards the En glish.” The second book is titled “Containing a Description of the Beauty of the Country with Her Natu ral Endowments, Both in the Land and Sea; with the Great Lake of Iroquois” (Lake Champlain, New York). The third book is titled “Containing a Description of the People That Are Planted There, What Remark- able Accidents Have Happened There Since They Were Settled, What Tenents [religious doctrines] They Hold, Together with the Practice of Their Church.” 3. At [a place] near the little point (Algonquian, literal trans.).

4. May 1 is the feast day of Saints Philip and James (Jacob being the Latin form of James), but why they are joined together on this day is not known. The raising of a maypole was a secular tradition harking back to the Roman festivals in honor of the renewal of vegetative life. 5. The colonists at Plymouth, who distinguished themselves from other Puritans by separating from the Church of Eng land, which they regarded as incapable of reform. 6. In Greek my thol ogy, he solved the riddle of the Sphinx. 7. In Greek my thol ogy, a monster who lived in a cave opposite the monster Charybdis and devoured sailors. 8. In Greek my thol ogy, the gods slew her four- teen children; she is usually depicted weeping for them.

From New En glish Canaan1

From The Third Book [The Incident at Merry Mount]2

chapter xiv. of the revels of new canaan

The inhabitants of Passonagessit3 (having translated the name of their habi- tation from that ancient savage name to Ma-re Mount, and being resolved to have the new name con"rmed for a memorial to after ages) did devise amongst themselves to have it performed in a solemn manner, with revels and merriment after the old En glish custom; [they] prepared to set up a May- pole upon the festival day of Philip and Jacob,4 and therefore brewed a barrel of excellent beer and provided a case of bottles to be spent, with other good cheer, for all comers of that day. And because they would have it in a com- plete form, they had prepared a song "tting to the time and pres ent occasion. And upon May Day they brought the Maypole to the place appointed, with drums, guns, pistols, and other "tting instruments for that purpose, and there erected it with the help of savages that came thither of purpose to see the manner of our revels. A goodly pine tree of 80 foot long was reared up, with a pair of buckhorns nailed on somewhat near unto the top of it, where it stood as a fair sea- mark for directions how to "nd out the way to mine host of Ma-re Mount.

And because it should more fully appear to what end it was placed there, they had a poem in readiness made, which was "xed to the Maypole, to show the new name con"rmed upon that plantation, which, although it were made according to the occurrence of the time, it being enigmatically composed, puzzled the Separatists5 most pitifully to expound it, which (for the better information of the reader) I have here inserted.

the poem

Rise Oedipus,6 and, if thou canst, unfold What means Charybdis under neath the mold, When Scylla7 solitary on the ground (Sitting in form of Niobe8) was found, Till Amphitrite’s darling did acquaint

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9. Complaint, lament. “Amphitrite’s darling”: a sarcastic reference to Scylla, whom Amphitrite, Neptune’s wife, turned into a hideous monster because Neptune loved her. 1. The son of Poseidon, god of the sea, he is usu- ally depicted with a conch shell as his horn. 2. Changing. 3. The long- suffering Old Testament patriarch. Samson was the Israelite who brought down with his own hands the temple of the Philistines as they honored their god Dagon. 4. Venus, the Roman goddess of love. 5. When John Scogan (1442–1483), jester to King Edward IV, was condemned to be hanged, he was given an opportunity to choose the tree and escaped hanging because he could "nd none to suit him. “Scogan’s choice” became a popu lar

expression in Morton’s time and suggested that any choice, even between undesirable alterna- tives, is better than no choice at all. 6. The Greek god of healing. 7. In Greek and Roman my thol ogy, the three women who determine human destiny. 8. Also called Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty (known as “Venus” to the Romans). 9. I.e., Plymouth Plantation, not Plymouth in Eng land. “Precise”: strict, indexible. 1. The idol that the Israelites worshiped as their deliverer from Egypt (Exodus 32; Deuteronomy 9.16). 2. I.e., lacking Oedipus’s insight. 3. Just as the cupbearer Ganymede brought wine to the most power ful Roman god.

Grim Neptune with the tenor of her plaint,9 And caused him send forth Triton1 with the sound Of trumpet loud, at which the seas were found So full of protean2 forms that the bold shore Presented Scylla a new paramour So strong as Samson and so patient As Job3 himself, directed thus, by fate, To comfort Scylla so unfortunate. I do profess, by Cupid’s beauteous mother,4 Here’s Scogan’s choice5 for Scylla, and none other; Though Scylla’s sick with grief, because no sign Can there be found of virtue masculine. Asclepius6 come; I know right well His labor’s lost when you may ring her knell. The fatal sisters’7 doom none can withstand, Nor Cytherea’s8 power, who points to land With proclamation that the "rst of May At Ma-re Mount shall be kept holiday.

The setting up of this Maypole was a la men ta ble spectacle to the precise Separatists that lived at New Plymouth.9 They termed it an idol; yea, they called it the Calf of Horeb1 and stood at de"ance with the place, naming it Mount Dagon, threatening to make it a woeful mount and not a merry mount.

The riddle, for want of Oedipus,2 they could not expound, only they made some explication of part of it and said it was meant by Samson Job, the car- penter of the ship that brought over a woman to her husband that had been there long before and thrived so well that he sent for her and her children to come to him, where shortly after he died; having no reason but because of the sound of those two words, when as (the truth is) the man they applied it to was altogether unknown to the author.

There was likewise a merry song made which (to make their revels more fash ion able) was sung with a chorus, every man bearing his part, which they performed in a dance, hand in hand about the Maypole, while one of the com pany sang and "lled out the good liquor, like Ganymede and Jupiter.3

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4. In Roman my thol ogy, the god of marriage. 5. Hail (Latin). 6. Medicine. 7. No worn- out Irish or Scottish cloth. 8. Native American women. 9. “Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypo- crites! for ye pay tithe of mint and anise and

cummin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy, and faith” (Mat- thew 23.23). 1. Insigni"cant. 2. An aged boatman whom Aphrodite rewarded with a chest that contained an elixir that made him young.

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Chorus. Drink and be merry, merry, merry boys; Let all your delight be in the Hymen’s4 joys; Io5 to Hymen, now the day is come, About the merry Maypole take a room. Make green garlands, bring bottles out And "ll sweet nectar freely about. Uncover thy head and fear no harm, For here’s good liquor to keep it warm. Then drink and be merry, &c. Io to Hymen, &c. Nectar is a thing assigned By the Deity’s own mind To cure the heart oppressed with grief, And of good liquors is the chief. Then drink, &c. Io to Hymen, &c. Give to the melancholy man A cup or two of’t now and then; This physic6 will soon revive his blood, And make him be of a merrier mood. Then drink, &c. Io to Hymen, &c. Give to the nymph that’s free from scorn No Irish stuff nor Scotch over worn.7 Lasses in beaver coats8 come away, Ye shall be welcome to us night and day. To drink and be merry, &c. Io to Hymen, &c.

This harmless mirth made by young men (that lived in hope to have wives brought over to them, that would save them a labor to make a voyage to fetch any over) was much distasted of the precise Separatists that keep much ado about the tithe of mint and cummin,9 troubling their brains more than rea- son would require about things that are indifferent,1 and from that time [they] sought occasion against my honest host of Ma-re Mount, to overthrow his undertakings and to destroy his plantation quite and clean. But because they presumed [that] with their imaginary gifts (which they have out of Pha- on’s2 box) they could expound hidden mysteries, to convince them of blind- ness as well in this as in other matters of more consequence, I will illustrate the poem according to the true intent of the authors of these revels, so much distasted by those moles.

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3. Understood as. 4. The wife of Odysseus, who refused many suit- ors during his twenty- year absence. 5. In Greek my thol ogy, the sea god, who assumed many shapes. 6. The woman who betrayed Samson (Judges 16). 7. In Greek and Roman my thol ogy, the god of fertility, whose symbol was the phallus. 8. Morton argues that the Separatists accused the revelers at Merry Mount of honoring the

licentious Roman goddess Flora rather than Maia, the goddess of the spring. 9. I.e., in their confusion of Flora and Maia the Separatists reveal their contempt for the wisdom of Athena or Minerva, and in their hatred for the classical studies at Oxford and Cambridge they reveal their, for Morton, unsophisticated minds. 1. I.e., his habitation (not his person). 2. Now Weymouth, Mas sa chu setts.

Oedipus is generally received for3 the absolute reader of riddles, who is invoked; Scylla and Charybdis are two dangerous places for seamen to encounter, near unto Venice, and have been by poets formerly resembled to man and wife. The like license the author challenged for a pair of his nom- ination, the one lamenting for the loss of the other as Niobe for her children. Amphitrite is an arm of the sea, by which the news was carried up and down of a rich widow, now to be taken up or laid down. By Triton is the fame spread that caused the suitors to muster (as it had been to Penelope4 of Greece), and, the coast lying circular, all our passage to and fro is made more con ve nient by sea than land. Many aimed at this mark, but he that played Proteus5 best and could comply with her humor must be the man that would carry her; and he had need have Samson’s strength to deal with a Delilah,6 and as much patience as Job that should come there, for a thing that I did observe in the lifetime of the former.

But marriage and hanging (they say) come by destiny, and Scogan’s choice is better [than] none at all. He that played Proteus (with the help of Pria- pus)7 put their noses out of joint, as the proverb is.

And this the whole com pany of the revelers at Ma-re Mount knew to be the true sense and exposition of the riddle that was "xed to the Maypole which the Separatists were at de"ance with. Some of them af"rmed that the "rst institution thereof was in memory of a whore, not knowing that it was a trophy erected at "rst in honor of Maia.8 The Lady of Learning which [sic] they despise, vilifying the two universities with uncivil terms,9 account- ing what is there obtained by study is but unnecessary learning, not consid- ering that learning does enable men’s minds to converse with ele ments of a higher nature than is to be found within the habitation of the mole.

chapter xv. of a great monster supposed to be at ma-re mount; and the preparation made to destroy it

The Separatists, envying the prosperity and hope of the plantation at Ma-re Mount (which they perceived began to come forward and to be in a good way for gain in the beaver trade), conspired together against mine host espe- cially (who was the owner of that plantation) and made up a party against him and mustered up what aid they could, accounting of him as of a great monster.

Many threatening speeches were given out both against his person and his habitation, which1 they divulged should be consumed with "re. And tak- ing advantage of the time when his com pany (which seemed little to regard their threats) were gone up unto the inlands to trade with the savages for beaver, they set upon my honest host at a place called Wessaguscus,2 where, by accident, they found him. The inhabitants there were in good hope of

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3. Containing the prayers adopted by the Church of Eng land; rejected by the Separatists. 4. Explain, rationalize. 5. The wooden horse used by the Greeks to con- quer Troy was built by Epeios.

6. When the Gauls attempted to invade Rome in 390 b.c.e. the geese on the Capitoline Hill spoiled the surprise attack by hissing. 7. A counterfeit coin rather than a true sixpence.

the subversion of the plantation at Ma-re Mount (which they principally aimed at) and the rather because mine host was a man that endeavored to advance the dignity of the Church of Eng land, which they (on the contrary part) would labor to vilify with uncivil terms, inveighing against the sacred Book of Common Prayer3 and mine host that used it in a laudable manner amongst his family as a practice of piety.

There he would be a means to bring sacks to their mill (such is the thirst after beaver) and [it] helped the conspirators to surprise mine host (who was there all alone), and they charged him ( because they would [want to] seem to have some reasonable cause against him, to set a gloss upon4 their mal- ice) with criminal things, which indeed had been done by such a person, but was of their conspiracy. Mine host demanded of the conspirators who it was that was author of that information that seemed to be their ground for what they now intended. And because they answered they would not tell him, he as peremptorily replied that he would not say whether he had or he had not done as they had been informed.

The answer made no matter (as it seemed) whether it had been negatively or af"rmatively made, for they had resolved what he would suffer because (as they boasted) they were now become the greater number; they had shaken off their shackles of servitude and were become masters and masterless people.

It appears they were like bears’ whelps in former time when mine host’s plantation was of as much strength as theirs, but now (theirs being stronger) they (like overgrown bears) seemed monstrous. In brief, mine host must endure to be their prisoner until they could contrive it so that they might send him for Eng land (as they said), there to suffer according to the merit of the fact which they intended to father upon him, supposing (belike) it would prove a heinous crime.

Much rejoicing was made that they had gotten their capital enemy (as they concluded him) whom they purposed to hamper in such sort that he should not be able to uphold his plantation at Ma-re Mount.

The conspirators sported themselves at my honest host, that meant them no hurt, and were so jocund that they feasted their bodies and fell to tip- pling as if they had obtained a great prize, like the Trojans when they had the custody of Epeios’ pinetree horse.5

Mine host feigned grief and could not be persuaded either to eat or drink, because he knew emptiness would be a means to make him as watchful as the geese kept in the Roman Capital,6 whereon, the contrary part, the con- spirators would be so drowsy that he might have an opportunity to give them a slip instead of a tester.7

Six persons of the conspiracy were set to watch him at Wessaguscus. But he kept waking, and in the dead of the night (one lying on the bed for fur- ther surety), up gets mine host and got to the second door that he was to pass, which, notwithstanding the lock, he got open and shut it after him with such vio lence that it affrighted some of the conspirators.

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8. I.e., in astonishment. 9. Morton’s favorite epithet for Captain Myles Standish, who had a ruddy complexion and was short. 1. Puritans objected to fashionably long hair as a vanity. 2. A liquor red like the sun. 3. A group of heroes and kings who, to the medi- eval mind, represented an ideal of human conduct.

4. A one- time drummer and thus a man of low rank. 5. The Greek phi los o pher Diogenes (c. 412–323 b.c.e.) was indifferent to status and lived in a tub. 6. I.e., by drinking. “Craven”: coward. 7. In Greek my thol ogy, a monster. 8. Put down. “Beat a parley”: suggest a confer- ence. “Quarter”: clemency.

The word which was given with an alarm was, “O he’s gone, he’s gone, what shall we do, he’s gone!” The rest (half asleep) start up in amaze8 and like rams, ran their heads one at another full butt in the dark.

Their grand leader, Captain Shrimp,9 took on most furiously and tore his clothes for anger, to see the empty nest and their bird gone.

The rest were eager to have torn their hair from their heads, but it was so short that it would give them no hold.1 Now Captain Shrimp thought in the loss of this prize (which he accounted his masterpiece) all his honor would be lost forever.

In the meantime mine host was got home to Ma-re Mount through the woods, eight miles round about the head of the river Monatoquit that parted the two plantations, "nding his way by the help of the lightning (for it thun- dered as he went terribly), and there he prepared powder, three pounds dried, for his pres ent employment, and four good guns for him and the two assistants left at his house, with bullets of several sizes, three hundred or thereabouts, to be used if the conspirators should pursue him thither; and these two persons promised their aids in the quarrel and con"rmed that promise with health in good rosa solis.2

Now Captain Shrimp, the "rst captain in the land (as he supposed) must do some new act to repair this loss and to vindicate his reputation, who had sustained blemish by this oversight, begins now to study how to repair or survive his honor; in this manner, calling of council, they conclude.

He takes eight persons more to him, and (like the nine worthies3 of New Canaan) they embark with preparation against Ma-re Mount where this monster of a man, as their phrase was, had his den; the whole number, had the rest not been from home, being but seven, would have given Captain Shrimp (a quondam drummer)4 such a welcome as would have made him wish for a drum as big as Diogenes’ tub,5 that he might have crept into it out of sight.

Now the nine worthies are approached, and mine host prepared, having intelligence by a savage that hastened in love from Wessaguscus to give him notice of their intent.

One of mine host’s men proved a craven; the other had proved his wits to purchase a little valor,6 before mine host had observed his posture.

The nine worthies coming before the den of this supposed monster (this seven- headed hydra,7 as they termed him) and began, like Don Quixote against the windmill, to beat a parley and to offer quarter if mine host would yield, for they resolved to send him to Eng land and bade him lay by8 his arms.

But he (who was the son of a soldier), having taken up arms in his just defense, replied that he would not lay by those arms because they were so needful at sea, if he should be sent over. Yet, to save the effusion of so much worthy blood as would have issued out of the veins of these nine worthies of New Canaan if mine host should have played upon them out at his portholes

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9. Tied. 1. Reports. 2. In Greek my thol ogy, a giant who fought the gods. Morton does not identify his tormentor. 3. Removed from.

4. In Greek my thol ogy, a judge in the infernal regions. Morton later identi"es him as Samuel Fuller of Plymouth and names William Bradford and Myles Standish as his other two judges. 5. A small sailboat.

(for they came within danger like a dock of wild geese, as if they had been tailed9 one to another, as colts to be sold at a fair), mine host was content to yield upon quarter and did capitulate with them in what manner it should be for more certainty, because he knew what Captain Shrimp was.

He expressed that no vio lence should be offered to his person, none to his goods, nor any of his house hold but that he should have his arms and what else was requisite for the voyage, which their herald returns;1 it was agreed upon and should be performed.

But mine host no sooner had set open the door and issued out, but instantly Captain Shrimp and the rest of the worthies stepped to him, laid hold of his arms, and had him down; and so eagerly was every man bent against him (not regarding any agreement made with such a carnal man), that they fell upon him as if they would have eaten him; some of them were so violent that they would have a slice with scabbard, and all for haste, until an old soldier (of the Queen’s, as the proverb is) that was there by accident, clapped his gun under the weapons and sharply rebuked these worthies for their unworthy practices. So the matter was taken into more deliberate consideration.

Captain Shrimp and the rest of the nine worthies made themselves (by this outrageous riot) masters of mine host of Ma-re Mount and disposed of what he had at his plantation.

This they knew (in the eye of the savages) would add to their glory and diminish the reputation of mine honest host, whom they practiced to be rid of upon any terms, as willingly as if he had been the very hydra of the time.

chapter xvi. how the nine worthies put mine host of ma-re mount into the enchanted castle at plymouth and terrified

him with the monster briareus2

The nine worthies of New Canaan having now the law in their own hands ( there being no general governor in the land, nor none of the separation that regarded the duty they owe their sovereign, whose natu ral born subjects they were, though translated out of3 Holland from whence they had learned to work all to their own ends and make a great show of religion but no human- ity), for [sic] they were now to sit in council on the cause.

And much it stood mine honest host upon to be very circumspect and to take Eacus4 to task for that his voice was more allowed of than both the other; and had not mine host confounded all the arguments that Eacus could make in their defense and confuted him that swayed the rest, they would have made him unable to drink in such manner of merriment any more. So that following this private counsel, given him by one that knew who ruled the roost, the hurricane ceased that else would split his pinnace.5

A conclusion was made and sentence given that mine host should be sent to Eng land a prisoner. But when he was brought to the ships for that pur- pose, no man dared be so foolhardly as to undertake to carry him. So these

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worthies set mine host upon an island, without gun, powder, or shot, or dog, or so much as a knife to get anything to feed upon, or any other clothes to shelter him with at winter than a thin suit which he had on at that time. Home he could not get to Ma-re Mount. Upon this island he stayed a month at least and was relieved by savages that took notice that mine host was a sachem6 of Passonagessit, and would bring bottles of strong liquor to him and unite themselves into a league of brotherhood with mine host, so full of humanity are these in"dels before those Christians.

From this place for Eng land sailed mine host in a Plymouth ship7 (that came into the land to "sh upon the coast) that landed him safe in Eng land at Plymouth; and he stayed in Eng land until the ordinary time for shipping to set forth for these parts, and then returned, no man being able to tax8 him of anything.

But the worthies (in the meantime) hoped they had been rid of him.

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c. 1635 1637

6. Ruling chief. 7. I.e., from Plymouth, Eng land.

8. Charge.

JOHN WINTHROP 1588–1649

W hen Cotton Mather looked back on the founding years of the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony in Magnalia Christi Americana (1702)— the "rst attempt at a comprehensive history of the Puritan experiment, excerpted later in this volume— he identi"ed John Winthrop as his model of the ideal earthly ruler. Mather came from a family of prominent Bay Colony ministers, and he was well placed to shape Winthrop’s legacy. He did so using a number of sacred and secular analogies, label- ing Winthrop “Nehemias Americanus” after Nehemiah, the biblical governor of Judea who rebuilt the wall of Jerusalem; describing him as a new Moses; and com- paring him favorably to the Greek lawgiver Lycurgus and the devout Roman king Numa. Mather’s praise for the man who led the Bay Colony in its early years redects his era’s approach to historical writing, which was strongly induenced by the work of the Greek historian Plutarch, supplemented with Roman and biblical texts. Mather’s biography of the Puritan leader also underlines the status and skills that Winthrop brought to his position.

John Winthrop was the son of Adam Winthrop, a lawyer, and Anne Browne, the daughter of a tradesman. He was born in Groton, Eng land, on an estate his father had purchased from King Henry VIII. It was a prosperous farm, and Winthrop had all the advantages of his father’s social and economic position. He went to Cam- bridge University for two years—it is likely that he was "rst exposed to Puritan ideas there— and married at age seventeen. Unlike William Bradford and the Pilgrims, Winthrop was not a Separatist; that is, he wished to reform the Church of England

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from within rather than breaking with it and starting fresh. For Puritans like Win- throp, reform involved purging the national Church of the residual presence of Roman Catholicism, especially the hierarchy of the clergy and traditional practices such as kneeling at communion. For a time Winthrop thought of becoming a cler- gyman, but instead he turned to the practice of law.

In the 1620s, severe economic depression in Eng land made Winthrop realize that he could not depend on the income from his father’s estate and would need to "nd new means of support. The ascension to the throne of Charles I, who was known to be sympathetic to Roman Catholicism and impatient with Puritan reformers, also seemed an ominous sign. Winthrop was not alone in predicting that “God will bring some heavy afdiction upon the land, and that speedily.” He came to realize that if he antagonized the king by openly espousing the Puritan cause, he would lose every thing. The only recourse seemed to be to obtain Charles’s permission to emigrate. In March 1629, a group of enterprising merchants, all ardent Puritans, was able to get a charter for land in Amer i ca from a Crown- approved joint stock com- pany called the Council for New Eng land. They called themselves “The Com pany of Mas sa chu setts Bay in New Eng land.”

Winthrop was chosen governor in October 1629, and for the next twenty years most of the responsibility for the colony rested in his hands. An initial group of some seven hundred emigrants sailed from Eng land with Winthrop on April 8, 1630, aboard the Arbella. It has long been believed that Winthrop delivered his sermon A Model of Christian Charity either just before departing from Eng land or during the voyage. A review of the historical rec ord suggests a far more ambiguous origin. There is no con temporary account of Winthrop delivering A Model, and there exists little evidence of its composition. The manuscript that survives is a copy made during Winthrop’s lifetime, possibly incomplete, and of unknown prov- enance.

A Model of Christian Charity remains an iconic text despite its uncertain past. It sets out clearly and eloquently the ideals of a harmonious Christian community and reminds its audience members that they stand as an example to the world of the triumph or the failure of the Puritan enterprise. And in fact, events at the Mas sa- chu setts Bay Colony soon suggested that Winthrop’s ideal of a seldess community was impossible to realize. In its "rst de cade, the colony confronted basic differ- ences over religious and civil liberties, social organ ization, and po liti cal structure. The colony also engaged in a brutal war with its Pequot neighbors.

Winthrop was governor for much of this de cade, and he was closely involved with all of these condicts. The frictions in the colony took a personal turn in 1645, when a group of leaders from the town of Hingham challenged Winthrop, then serv- ing as deputy governor, over issues of local autonomy and representative govern- ment. Winthrop withstood the resulting impeachment threat and responded in the General Court with a trenchant speech distinguishing between natu ral liberty and civil or federal liberty, a distinction that remains a classic formulation. These and other disputes are detailed in the journal that he kept from 1630 until his death. Once the Winthrop family made the manuscript available to the colony’s historians, including Cotton Mather and William Hubbard, the journal joined Wil- liam Bradford’s manuscript history, Of Plymouth Plantation, as a semiof"cial history of New Eng land.

Mather’s account of Winthrop helped keep his memory alive. Beginning in 1790, when Noah Webster of dictionary fame published the "rst two volumes of Win- throp’s journal, several New Eng land intellectuals af"liated with the Mas sa chu- setts Historical Society (founded in 1791) worked to recover his words for future generations. James Savage published the "rst complete edition of the journal in 1825–26, though the achievement was marred when a "re at Savage’s of"ce destroyed the second volume of the manuscript. The "rst printed edition of A Model of Christian Charity appeared in the Collections of the Mas sa chu setts Historical Society

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1. The text is from Old South Leadets, Old South Association, Old South Meeting house, Boston, Mas sa chu setts, No. 207 (n.d.), edited by Samuel Eliot Morison. 2. Humanity lost its natu ral innocence when Adam and Eve fell; that state is called unregen- erate. When Jesus Christ came to ransom humankind from Adam and Eve’s sin, he offered salvation for those who believed in him and who thus became regenerate, or saved. 3. “Thou hast also taken thy fair jewels made of my gold and of my silver, which I had given thee, and madest to thyself images of men, and didst

commit whoredom with them.” Textual evidence shows that Winthrop used the Geneva Bible, with occasional variants from the text of the 1599 edi- tion. (The Geneva Bible, also known as the En glish Bible, was translated by Reformed En glish Protestants living in Switzerland; this version, used by the Puritans, was outlawed by the Church of Eng land.) 4. “Honor the Lord with thy riches, and with the "rst fruits of all thine increase. So shall thy barns be "lled with abundance, and thy presses shall burst with new wine” (Proverbs 3.9–10).

in 1838. Eventually, this little- known sermon acquired the status it has today, as an expression of the ideal suggested by its most resonant phrase, “a city upon a hill.”

A Model of Christian Charity1

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a model hereof

God Almighty in His most holy and wise providence, hath so disposed of the condition of mankind, as in all times some must be rich, some poor, some high and eminent in power and dignity; others mean and in subjection.

the reason hereof

First, to hold conformity with the rest of His works, being delighted to show forth the glory of His wisdom in the variety and difference of the creatures; and the glory of His power, in ordering all these differences for the preser- vation and good of the whole; and the glory of His greatness, that as it is the glory of princes to have many of"cers, so this great King will have many stewards, counting Himself more honored in dispensing His gifts to man by man, than if He did it by His own immediate hands.

Secondly, that He might have the more occasion to manifest the work of His Spirit: "rst upon the wicked in moderating and restraining them, so that the rich and mighty should not eat up the poor, nor the poor and despised rise up against their superiors and shake off their yoke; secondly in the regenerate,2 in exercising His graces, in them, as in the great ones, their love, mercy, gentleness, temperance, etc., in the poor and inferior sort, their faith, patience, obedience, etc.

Thirdly, that every man might have need of other, and from hence they might be all knit more nearly together in the bonds of brotherly affection. From hence it appears plainly that no man is made more honorable than another or more wealthy, etc., out of any par tic u lar and singular re spect to himself, but for the glory of his Creator and the common good of the crea- ture, man. Therefore God still reserves the property of these gifts to Him- self as [in] Ezekiel: 16.17. He there calls wealth His gold and His silver.3 [In] Proverbs: 3.9, he claims their ser vice as His due: honor the Lord with thy riches, etc.4 All men being thus (by divine providence) ranked into two sorts, rich and poor; under the "rst are comprehended all such as are able to live comfortably by their own means duly improved; and all others are poor according to the former distribution.

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5. Matthew 5.43, 19.19. 6. “Therefore whatsoever ye would that men should do to you: even so do ye to them: for this is the Law and the Prophets” (Matthew 7.12). 7. In Judges 19.16–21, an old citizen of Gibeah offered shelter to a traveling priest or Levite and defended him from enemies from a neighboring city. Abraham entertains the angels in Genesis 18: “Again the Lord appeared unto him in the plain of Mamre, as he sat in his tent door about the heat of the day. And he lifted up his eyes, and looked: and lo, three men stood by him, and when he saw them, he ran to meet them from the tent door, and bowed himself to the ground” (Genesis 18.1–2). Lot was Abraham’s nephew, and he escaped the destruction of the city of Sodom because he defended from a mob two angels who

were his guests (Genesis 19.1–14). 8. People who lived in Canaan, the biblical promised land for the Israelites. 9. “And they sold their possessions, and goods, and parted them to all men, as every one had need” (Acts 2.45). 1. “We do you also to wit, brethren, of the grace of God bestowed upon the Churches of Macedo- nia. Because in great trial of afdiction their joy abounded, and their most extreme poverty abounded unto their rich liberality. For to their power (I bear rec ord) yea, and beyond their power they were willing. And prayed us with great instance that we would receive the grace, and fellowship of the ministering which is toward the Saints” (2 Corinthians 8.1–4).

There are two rules whereby we are to walk one towards another: justice and mercy. These are always distinguished in their act and in their object, yet may they both concur in the same subject in each re spect; as sometimes there may be an occasion of showing mercy to a rich man in some sudden danger of distress, and also doing of mere justice to a poor man in regard of some par tic u lar contract, etc.

There is likewise a double law by which we are regulated in our conversa- tion one towards another in both the former re spects: the law of nature and the law of grace, or the moral law or the law of the Gospel, to omit the rule of justice as not properly belonging to this purpose other wise than it may fall into consideration in some par tic u lar cases. By the "rst of these laws man as he was enabled so withal [is] commanded to love his neighbor as himself.5 Upon this ground stands all the precepts of the moral law, which concerns our dealings with men. To apply this to the works of mercy, this law requires two things: "rst, that every man afford his help to another in every want or distress; secondly, that he performed this out of the same affection which makes him careful of his own goods, according to that of our Savior. Mat- thew: “Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you.”6 This was practiced by Abraham and Lot in entertaining the Angels and the old man of Gibeah.7

The law of grace or the Gospel hath some difference from the former, as in these re spects: First, the law of nature was given to man in the estate of innocency; this of the Gospel in the estate of regeneracy. Secondly, the for- mer propounds one man to another, as the same desh and image of God; this as a brother in Christ also, and in the communion of the same spirit and so teacheth us to put a difference between Christians and others. Do good to all, especially to the house hold of faith: Upon this ground the Israel- ites were to put a difference between the brethren of such as were strangers though not of Canaanites.8 Thirdly, the law of nature could give no rules for dealing with enemies, for all are to be considered as friends in the state of innocency, but the Gospel commands love to an enemy. Proof. If thine Enemy hunger, feed him; Love your Enemies, do good to them that hate you. Matthew: 5.44.

This law of the Gospel propounds likewise a difference of seasons and occasions. There is a time when a Christian must sell all and give to the poor, as they did in the Apostles’ times.9 There is a time also when a Chris- tian (though they give not all yet) must give beyond their ability, as they of Macedonia, Corinthians: 2.8.1 Likewise community of perils calls for

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2. Ecclesiastes 2.14. Solomon was the son of David and successor to David as king of Israel. 3. “Cast thy bread upon the waters: for after many days thou shalt "nd it. Give a portion to seven, and also to eight: for thou knowest not what evil shall be upon the earth” (Ecclesiastes 11.1–2). 4. The passage in Luke refers to a servant who is about to lose his job managing his boss’s accounts. To guarantee that he will be welcome in the houses of his master’s debtors, he cuts their bills in half. Jesus explains: “And I say unto

you, Make you friends with the riches of iniq- uity, that when ye shall want, they may receive you into everlasting habitations” (Luke 16.9). 5. Originally a mea sure of money (as in the weight of gold). 6. “Lay not up trea sures for yourselves upon the earth, where the moth and canker corrupt, and where thieves dig through and steal. But lay up trea sures for yourselves in heaven, where neither the moth nor canker corrupteth, and where thieves neither dig through nor steal” (Matthew 6.19–20).

extraordinary liberality, and so doth community in some special ser vice for the Church. Lastly, when there is no other means whereby our Christian brother may be relieved in his distress, we must help him beyond our abil- ity, rather than tempt God in putting him upon help by miraculous or extraordinary means.

This duty of mercy is exercised in the kinds, giving, lending and forgiving.— Quest. What rule shall a man observe in giving in re spect of the mea sure? Ans. If the time and occasion be ordinary, he is to give out of his abun-

dance. Let him lay aside as God hath blessed him. If the time and occasion be extraordinary, he must be ruled by them; taking this withal, that then a man cannot likely do too much, especially if he may leave himself and his family under probable means of comfortable subsistence.

Objection. A man must lay up for posterity, the fathers lay up for poster- ity and children and he “is worse than an in"del” that “provideth not for his own.”

Ans. For the "rst, it is plain that it being spoken by way of comparison, it must be meant of the ordinary and usual course of fathers and cannot extend to times and occasions extraordinary. For the other place, the Apostle speaks against such as walked inordinately, and it is without question, that he is worse than an in"del who through his own sloth and voluptuousness shall neglect to provide for his family.

Objection. “The wise man’s eyes are in his head” saith Solomon, “and fore- seeth the plague,”2 therefore we must forecast and lay up against evil times when he or his may stand in need of all he can gather.

Ans. This very argument Solomon useth to persuade to liberality, Eccle- siastes: “Cast thy bread upon the waters,” and “for thou knowest not what evil may come upon the land.”3 Luke: 16.9. “Make you friends of the riches of iniquity.” 4 You will ask how this shall be? very well. For "rst he that gives to the poor, lends to the Lord and He will repay him even in this life an hundred fold to him or his— The righ teous is ever merciful and lendeth and his seed enjoyeth the blessing; and besides we know what advantage it will be to us in the day of account when many such witnesses shall stand forth for us to witness the improvement of our talent.5 And I would know of those who plead so much for laying up for time to come, whether they hold that to be Gospel, Matthew: 6.19: “Lay not up for yourselves trea sures upon earth,” 6 etc. If they acknowledge it, what extent will they allow it? if only to those primitive times, let them consider the reason whereupon our Savior grounds it. The "rst is that they are subject to the moth, the rust, the thief. Secondly, they will steal away the heart; where the trea sure is there will the heart be also. The reasons are of like force at all times. Therefore the exhortation must be general and perpetual, with always in re spect of the love and affection

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7. The son of Jacob and Rachel, who stored up the harvest in the seven good years before the famine (Genesis 41). 8. Matthew 21.5–7. 9. 1 Kings 17.8–24. 1. “If one of thy brethren with thee be poor within any of thy gates in thy land, which the Lord thy God giveth thee, thou shalt not harden thine heart, nor shut thine hand from thy poor brother: But thou shalt open thine hand unto him, and shalt lend him suf"cient for his need which he hath” (Deuteronomy 15.7–8). 2. According to Mosaic law (Leviticus 25.8–13), the Jubilee year followed a cycle of seven sab-

batical years. In the "ftieth year, the lands would lie fallow, all work would cease, and all debts would be canceled. 3. “Beware that there be not a wicked thought in thine heart, to say, The seventh year, the year of freedom is at hand: therefore it grieveth thee to look on thy poor brother, and thou givest him nought, and he cry unto the Lord against thee, so that sin be in thee: Thou shalt give him, and let it not grieve thine heart to give unto him: for because of this the Lord thy God shall bless thee in all thy works, and in all that thou puttest thine hand to” (Deuteronomy 15.9–10).

to riches and in regard of the things themselves when any special ser vice for the church or par tic u lar distress of our brother do call for the use of them; other wise it is not only lawful but necessary to lay up as Joseph7 did to have ready upon such occasions, as the Lord (whose stewards we are of them) shall call for them from us. Christ gives us an instance of the "rst, when He sent his disciples for the ass, and bids them answer the owner thus, the Lord hath need of him.8 So when the tabernacle was to be built He sends to His people to call for their silver and gold, etc.; and yields them no other reason but that it was for His work. When Elisha comes to the widow of Sareptah and "nds her preparing to make ready her pittance for herself and family, He bids her "rst provide for Him; he challengeth "rst God’s part which she must "rst give before she must serve her own family.9 All these teach us that the Lord looks that when He is pleased to call for His right in anything we have, our own interest we have must stand aside till His turn be served. For the other, we need look no further than to that of John: 1: “He who hath this world’s goods and seeth his brother to need and shuts up his compassion from him, how dwelleth the love of God in him,” which comes punctually to this conclusion: if thy brother be in want and thou canst help him, thou needst not make doubt, what thou shouldst do, if thou lovest God thou must help him.

Quest. What rule must we observe in lending? Ans. Thou must observe whether thy brother hath pres ent or probable, or

pos si ble means of repaying thee, if there be none of these, thou must give him according to his necessity, rather than lend him as he requires. If he hath pres ent means of repaying thee, thou art to look at him not as an act of mercy, but by way of commerce, wherein thou art to walk by the rule of justice; but if his means of repaying thee be only probable or pos si ble, then is he an object of thy mercy, thou must lend him, though there be danger of losing it, Deuteronomy: 15.7: “If any of thy brethren be poor,” etc., “thou shalt lend him suf"cient.”1 That men might not shift off this duty by the apparent hazard, He tells them that though the year of Jubilee2 were at hand (when he must remit it, if he were not able to repay it before) yet he must lend him and that cheerfully: “It may not grieve thee to give him” saith He; and because some might object; “why so I should soon impoverish myself and my family,” He adds “with all thy work,”3 etc.; for our Savior, Matthew: 5.42: “From him that would borrow of thee turn not away.”

Quest. What rule must we observe in forgiving? Ans. Whether thou didst lend by way of commerce or in mercy, if he have

nothing to pay thee, [you] must forgive, (except in cause where thou hast a

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4. Nehemiah was sent by King Artaxerxes to repair the walls of the city of Jerusalem; he saved the city as governor when he persuaded those

lending money to charge no interest and to think "rst of the common good (see Nehemiah 3). 5. Vari ous. The names are of Christian martyrs.

surety or a lawful pledge) Deuteronomy: 15.2. Every seventh year the credi- tor was to quit that which he lent to his brother if he were poor as appears— verse 8: “Save when there shall be no poor with thee.” In all these and like cases, Christ was a general rule, Matthew: 7.12: “Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye the same to them also.”

Quest. What rule must we observe and walk by in cause of community of peril?

Ans. The same as before, but with more enlargement towards others and less re spect towards ourselves and our own right. Hence it was that in the primitive church they sold all, had all things in common, neither did any man say that which he possessed was his own. Likewise in their return out of the captivity, because the work was great for the restoring of the church and the danger of enemies was common to all, Nehemiah exhorts the Jews to liberal- ity and readiness in remitting their debts to their brethren, and disposing liberally of his own to such as wanted, and stand not upon his own due, which he might have demanded of them.4 Thus did some of our forefathers in times of persecution in Eng land, and so did many of the faithful of other churches, whereof we keep an honorable remembrance of them; and it is to be observed that both in Scriptures and later stories of the churches that such as have been most bountiful to the poor saints, especially in these extraordinary times and occasions, God hath left them highly commended to posterity, as Zacheus, Cornelius, Dorcas, Bishop Hooper, the Cuttler of Brussells and divers5 others. Observe again that the Scripture gives no caution to restrain any from being over liberal this way; but all men to the liberal and cheerful practice hereof by the sweetest promises; as to instance one for many, Isaiah: 58.6: “Is not this the fast I have chosen to loose the bonds of wickedness, to take off the heavy burdens, to let the oppressed go free and to break every yoke, to deal thy bread to the hungry and to bring the poor that wander into thy house, when thou seest the naked to cover them. And then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thy health shall grow speedily, thy righ teousness shall go before God, and the glory of  the Lord shall embrace thee; then thou shalt call and the Lord shall answer thee” etc. [Verse] 10: “If thou pour out thy soul to the hungry, then shall thy light spring out in darkness, and the Lord shall guide thee con- tinually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones; thou shalt be like a watered garden, and they shalt be of thee that shall build the old waste places” etc. On the contrary, most heavy curses are laid upon such as are straightened towards the Lord and His people, Judges: 5.[23]: “Curse ye Meroshe because ye came not to help the Lord,” etc. Proverbs: [21.13]: “He who shutteth his ears from hearing the cry of the poor, he shall cry and shall not be heard.” Matthew: 25: “Go ye cursed into everlasting "re” etc. “I was hungry and ye fed me not.” 2 Corinthians: 9.6: “He that soweth sparingly shall reap sparingly.”

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6. Saint Paul in his Epistle to the Romans 13.8.

of mercy must arise. The apostle6 tells us that this love is the ful"lling of the law, not that it is enough to love our brother and so no further; but in regard of the excellency of his parts giving any motion to the other as the soul to the body and the power it hath to set all the faculties on work in the outward exercise of this duty. As when we bid one make the clock strike, he doth not lay hand on the hammer, which is the immediate instrument of the sound, but sets on work the "rst mover or main wheel, knowing that will certainly produce the sound which he intends. So the way to draw men to works of mercy, is not by force of argument from the goodness or neces- sity of the work; for though this course may enforce a rational mind to some pres ent act of mercy, as is frequent in experience, yet it cannot work such a habit in a soul, as shall make it prompt upon all occasions to produce the same effect, but by framing these affections of love in the heart which will as natively bring forth the other, as any cause doth produce effect.

The de"nition which the Scripture gives us of love is this: “Love is the bond of perfection.” First, it is a bond or ligament. Secondly it makes the work perfect. There is no body but consists of parts and that which knits these parts together gives the body its perfection, because it makes each part so contiguous to others as thereby they do mutually participate with each other, both in strength and in"rmity, in plea sure and pain. To instance in the most perfect of all bodies: Christ and His church make one body. The several parts of this body, considered apart before they were united, were as disproportionate and as much disordering as so many contrary qualities or ele ments, but when Christ comes and by His spirit and love knits all these parts to Himself and each to other, it is become the most perfect and best proportioned body in the world. Ephesians: 4.16: “Christ, by whom all the body being knit together by every joint for the furniture thereof, according to the effectual power which is the mea sure of every perfection of parts,” “a glorious body without spot or wrinkle,” the ligaments hereof being Christ, or His love, for Christ is love (1 John: 4.8). So this de"nition is right: “Love is the bond of perfection.”

From hence we may frame these conclusions. 1. First of all, true Chris- tians are of one body in Christ, 1 Corinthians: 12.12, 27: “Ye are the body of Christ and members of their part.” Secondly: The ligaments of this body which knit together are love. Thirdly: No body can be perfect which wants its proper ligament. Fourthly: All the parts of this body being thus united are made so contiguous in a special relation as they must needs partake of each other’s strength and in"rmity; joy and sorrow, weal and woe. 1 Corin- thians: 12.26: “If one member suffers, all suffer with it, if one be in honor, all rejoice with it.” Fifthly: This sensibleness and sympathy of each other’s conditions will necessarily infuse into each part a native desire and endeavor to strengthen, defend, preserve and comfort the other.

To insist a little on this conclusion being the product of all the former, the truth hereof will appear both by precept and pattern. 1 John: 3.10: “Ye ought to lay down your lives for the brethren.” Galatians: 6.2: “bear ye one another’s burthens and so ful"ll the law of Christ.” For patterns we have that "rst of our Savior who out of His good will in obedience to His father,

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7. 2 Corinthians 11.29. 8. Saint Paul tells the Philippians he will send them a spiritual guide: “But I supposed it neces- sary to send my brother Epaphroditus unto you my companion in labor, and fellow soldier, even your messenger, and he that ministered unto me such things as I wanted” (Philippians 2.25).

9. A Christian woman praised by Saint Paul in Romans 16.1. 1. I.e., in his innocence. 2. Predominance. 3. Jesus Christ has traditionally been called the New Adam to signify the redemption of human- kind from the original sin of Old Adam.

becoming a part of this body, and being knit with it in the bond of love, found such a native sensibleness of our in"rmities and sorrows as He willingly yielded Himself to death to ease the in"rmities of the rest of His body, and so healed their sorrows. From the like sympathy of parts did the apostles and many thousands of the saints lay down their lives for Christ. Again, the like we may see in the members of this body among themselves. Romans: 9. Paul could have been contented to have been separated from Christ, that the Jews might not be cut off from the body. It is very observable what he professeth of his affectionate partaking with every member: “who is weak” saith he “and I am not weak? who is offended and I burn not;”7 and again, 2 Corinthians: 7.13. “therefore we are comforted because ye were comforted.” Of Epaphroditus he speaketh,8 Philippians: 2.30. that he regarded not his own life to do him ser vice. So Phoebe9 and others are called the servants of the church. Now it is apparent that they served not for wages, or by con- straint, but out of love. The like we shall "nd in the histories of the church in all ages, the sweet sympathy of affections which was in the members of this body one towards another, their cheerfulness in serving and suffering together, how liberal they were without repining, harborers without grudg- ing and helpful without reproaching; and all from hence, because they had fervent love amongst them, which only make the practice of mercy constant and easy.

The next consideration is how this love comes to be wrought. Adam in his "rst estate1 was a perfect model of mankind in all their generations, and in him this love was perfected in regard of the habit. But Adam rent himself from his creator, rent all his posterity also one from another; whence it comes that every man is born with this princi ple in him, to love and seek himself only, and thus a man continueth till Christ comes and takes possession of the soul and infuseth another princi ple, love to God and our brother. And this latter having continual supply from Christ, as the head and root by which he is united, gets the predomining2 in the soul, so by little and little expels the former. 1 John: 4.7. “love cometh of God and every one that loveth is born of God,” so that this love is the fruit of the new birth, and none can have it but the new creature. Now when this quality is thus formed in the souls of men, it works like the spirit upon the dry bones. Ezekiel: 37: “bone came to bone.” It gathers together the scattered bones, of perfect old man Adam,3 and knits them into one body again in Christ, whereby a man is become again a living soul.

The third consideration is concerning the exercise of this love which is twofold, inward or outward. The outward hath been handled in the former preface of this discourse. For unfolding the other we must take in our way that maxim of philosophy simile simili gaudet, or like will to like [Latin]; for as it is things which are turned with disaffection to each other, the ground of it is from a dissimilitude arising from the contrary or dif fer ent nature of

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4. The story of Jonathan and David is told in 1 Samuel 19 ff. 5. Naomi was Ruth’s mother- in- law; when

Ruth’s husband died, she refused to leave Naomi (Ruth 1.16).

the things themselves; for the ground of love is an apprehension of some resemblance in things loved to that which affects it. This is the cause why the Lord loves the creature, so far as it hath any of His image in it; He loves His elect because they are like Himself, He beholds them in His beloved son. So a mother loves her child, because she thoroughly conceives a resem- blance of herself in it. Thus it is between the members of Christ. Each dis- cerns, by the work of the spirit, his own image and resemblance in another, and therefore cannot but love him as he loves himself. Now when the soul, which is of a sociable nature, "nds anything like to itself, it is like Adam when Eve was brought to him. She must have it one with herself. This is desh of my desh (saith the soul) and bone of my bone. She conceives a great delight in it, therefore she desires nearness and familiarity with it. She hath a great propensity to do it good and receives such content in it, as fearing the miscarriage of her beloved she bestows it in the inmost closet of her heart. She will not endure that it shall want any good which she can give it. If by occasion she be withdrawn from the com pany of it, she is still looking towards the place where she left her beloved. If she heard it groan, she is with it presently. If she "nd it sad and disconsolate, she sighs and moans with it. She hath no such joy as to see her beloved merry and thriving. If she see it wronged, she cannot hear it without passion. She sets no bounds to her affections, nor hath any thought of reward. She "nds recompense enough in the exercise of her love towards it. We may see this acted to life in Jonathan and David.4 Jonathan, a valiant man endowed with the spirit of Christ, so soon as he discovers the same spirit in David, had presently his heart knit to him by this lineament of love, so that it is said he loved him as his own soul. He takes so great plea sure in him, that he strips himself to adorn his beloved. His father’s kingdom was not so precious to him as his beloved David. David shall have it with all his heart, himself desires no more but that he may be near to him to rejoice in his good. He chooseth to converse with him in the wilderness even to the hazard of his own life, rather than with the great courtiers in his father’s palace. When he sees danger towards him, he spares neither rare pains nor peril to direct it. When injury was offered his beloved David, he would not bear it, though from his own father; and when they must part for a season only, they thought their hearts would have broke for sorrow, had not their affections found vent by abundance of tears. Other instances might be brought to show the nature of this affection, as of Ruth and Naomi,5 and many others; but this truth is cleared enough.

If any shall object that it is not pos si ble that love should be bred or upheld without hope of requital, it is granted; but that is not our cause; for this love is always under reward. It never gives, but it always receives with advantage; "rst, in regard that among the members of the same body, love and affec- tion are reciprocal in a most equal and sweet kind of commerce. Secondly, in regard of the plea sure and content that the exercise of love carries with it, as we may see in the natu ral body. The mouth is at all the pains to receive and mince the food which serves for the nourishment of all the other parts of the body, yet it hath no cause to complain; for "rst the other parts send

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6. The Waldenses took their name from Pater Valdes, an early French reformer of the Church. They still survive as a religious community. 7. Solent amare is closer to the Latin than is

ament, the suggestion of the original editor, Samuel Eliot Morison. Aeneas Sylvius Piccolo- mini (1405–1464), historian and scholar, became Pope Pius II.

back by several passages a due proportion of the same nourishment, in a better form for the strengthening and comforting the mouth. Secondly, the labor of the mouth is accompanied with such plea sure and content as far exceeds the pains it takes. So is it in all the labor of love among Christians. The party loving, reaps love again, as was showed before, which the soul covets more than all the wealth in the world. Thirdly: Nothing yields more plea sure and content to the soul than when it "nds that which it may love fervently, for to love and live beloved is the soul’s paradise, both here and in heaven. In the state of wedlock there be many comforts to bear out the trou- bles of that condition; but let such as have tried the most, say if there be any sweetness in that condition comparable to the exercise of mutual love.

From former considerations arise these conclusions. First: This love among Christians is a real thing, not imaginary. Secondly: This love is as absolutely necessary to the being of the body of

Christ, as the sinews and other ligaments of a natu ral body are to the being of that body.

Thirdly: This love is a divine, spiritual nature free, active, strong, coura- geous, permanent; undervaluing all things beneath its proper object; and of all the graces, this makes us nearer to resemble the virtues of our Heavenly Father.

Fourthly: It rests in the love and welfare of its beloved. For the full and certain knowledge of these truths concerning the nature, use, and excellency of this grace, that which the Holy Ghost hath left recorded, 1 Corinthians: 13, may give full satisfaction, which is needful for every true member of this lovely body of the Lord Jesus, to work upon their hearts by prayer, medita- tion, continual exercise at least of the special [induence] of His grace, till Christ be formed in them and they in Him, all in each other, knit together by this bond of love.

II

It rests now to make some application of this discourse by the pres ent design, which gave the occasion of writing of it. Herein are four things to be pro- pounded: "rst the persons, secondly the work, thirdly the end, fourthly the means.

First, For the persons. We are a com pany professing ourselves fellow mem- bers of Christ, in which re spect only though we were absent from each other many miles, and had our employments as far distant, yet we ought to account ourselves knit together by this bond of love, and live in the exercise of it, if we would have comfort of our being in Christ. This was notorious in the practice of the Christians in former times; as is testi"ed of the Waldenses,6 from the mouth of one of the adversaries Æneas Sylvius “mutuo [ament]7 penè antequam norunt,” they used to love any of their own religion even before they were acquainted with them.

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8. “But Nadab and Abihu, the sons of Aaron, took either of them his censor, and put "re therein, and put incense thereupon, and offered strange "re before the Lord, which he had not commanded them. Therefore a "re went out from the Lord, and devoured them: so they died before the Lord” (Leviticus 10.1–2). Winthrop’s point is that the chosen people are often pun- ished more severely than unbelievers. 9. I.e., made an agreement with him on parts of

a contract. Saul was instructed to destroy the Amalekites and all they possessed, but he spared their sheep and oxen, and in doing so disobeyed God’s commandment and was rejected as king (1 Samuel 15.1–34). 1. A legal contract. The Israelites entered into a covenant with God in which he promised to pro- tect them if they kept his word and were faithful to him.

of the Churches of Christ, to seek out a place of cohabitation and consort- ship under a due form of government both civil and ecclesiastical. In such cases as this, the care of the public must oversway all private re spects, by which, not only conscience, but mere civil policy, doth bind us. For it is a true rule that par tic u lar estates cannot subsist in the ruin of the public.

Thirdly. The end is to improve our lives to do more ser vice to the Lord; the comfort and increase of the body of Christ whereof we are members; that ourselves and posterity may be the better preserved from the common corruptions of this evil world, to serve the Lord and work out our salvation under the power and purity of His holy ordinances.

Fourthly, for the means whereby this must be effected. They are twofold, a conformity with the work and end we aim at. These we see are extraordi- nary, therefore we must not content ourselves with usual ordinary means. Whatsoever we did or ought to have done when we lived in Eng land, the same must we do, and more also, where we go. That which the most in their churches maintain as a truth in profession only, we must bring into familiar and constant practice, as in this duty of love. We must love brotherly with- out dissimulation; we must love one another with a pure heart fervently. We must bear one another’s burthens. We must not look only on our own things, but also on the things of our brethren, neither must we think that the Lord will bear with such failings at our hands as he doth from those among whom we have lived; and that for three reasons.

First, In regard of the more near bond of marriage between Him and us, where-in He hath taken us to be His after a most strict and peculiar man- ner, which will make Him the more jealous of our love and obedience. So He tells the people of Israel, you only have I known of all the families of the earth, therefore will I punish you for your transgressions. Secondly, because the Lord will be sancti"ed in them that come near Him. We know that there were many that corrupted the ser vice of the Lord, some setting up altars before His own, others offering both strange "re and strange sacri"ces also; yet there came no "re from heaven or other sudden judgment upon them, as did upon Nadab and Abihu,8 who yet we may think did not sin presump- tuously. Thirdly. When God gives a special commission He looks to have it strictly observed in every article. When He gave Saul a commission to destroy Amaleck, He indented with him upon certain articles,9 and because he failed in one of the least, and that upon a fair pretense, it lost him the kingdom which should have been his reward if he had observed his commission.

Thus stands the cause between God and us. We are entered into cove- nant1 with Him for this work. We have taken out a commission, the Lord hath given us leave to draw our own articles. We have professed to enter- prise these actions, upon these and those ends, we have hereupon besought Him of favor and blessing. Now if the Lord shall please to hear us, and bring

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2. An eighth- century- b.c.e. prophet who, in the Book of Micah, speaks continually of God’s judgment and the need to hope for salvation: “He hath showed thee, O man, what is good, and what the Lord requireth of thee: surely to do justly, and to love mercy, and to humble thyself, to walk with thy God” (Micah 6.8). 3. “Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill, cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a can- dlestick, and it giveth light unto all that are in the house” (Matthew 5.14–15). 4. “Behold, I have set before thee this day life and good, death and evil, In that I command thee this day, to love the Lord thy God, to walk in his ways, and to keep his commandment, and his ordi- nances, and his laws, that thou mayest live, and be

multiplied, and that the Lord thy God may bless thee in the land, whither thou goest to possess it. But if thine heart turn away, so that thou wilt not obey, but shalt be seduced and worship other gods, and serve them, I pronounce unto you this day, that ye shall surely perish, ye shall not prolong your days in the land, whither thou passest over Jordan to possess it. I call heaven and earth to rec- ord this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live, By loving the Lord thy God, by obeying his voice, and by cleaving unto him: for he is thy life, and the length of thy days, that thou mayest dwell in the land which the Lord sware unto thy fathers, Abra- ham, Isaac, and Jacob, to give them” (Deuteron- omy 30.15–20).

us in peace to the place we desire, then hath He rati"ed this covenant and sealed our commission, [and] will expect a strict per for mance of the arti- cles contained in it; but if we shall neglect the observation of these articles which are the ends we have propounded, and, dissembling with our God, shall fall to embrace this pres ent world and prosecute our carnal intentions, seeking great things for ourselves and our posterity, the Lord will surely break out in wrath against us; be revenged of such a perjured people and make us know the price of the breach of such a covenant.

Now the only way to avoid this shipwreck, and to provide for our poster- ity, is to follow the counsel of Micah,2 to do justly, to love mercy, to walk humbly with our God. For this end, we must be knit together in this work as one man. We must entertain each other in brotherly affection, we must be willing to abridge ourselves of our superduities, for the supply of other’s necessities. We must uphold a familiar commerce together in all meekness, gentleness, patience and liberality. We must delight in each other, make other’s conditions our own, rejoice together, mourn together, labor and suf- fer together, always having before our eyes our commission and community in the work, our community as members of the same body. So shall we keep the unity of the spirit in the bond of peace. The Lord will be our God, and delight to dwell among us as His own people, and will command a blessing upon us in all our ways, so that we shall see much more of His wisdom, power, goodness and truth, than formerly we have been acquainted with. We shall "nd that the God of Israel is among us, when ten of us shall be able to resist a thousand of our enemies; when He shall make us a praise and glory that men shall say of succeeding plantations, “the Lord make it like that of New England.” For we must consider that we shall be as a city upon a hill.3 The eyes of all people are upon us, so that if we shall deal falsely with our God in this work we have undertaken, and so cause Him to with- draw His pres ent help from us, we shall be made a story and a by- word through the world. We shall open the mouths of enemies to speak evil of the ways of God, and all professors for God’s sake. We shall shame the faces of many of God’s worthy servants, and cause their prayers to be turned into curses upon us till we be consumed out of the good land whither we are agoing.

And to shut up this discourse with that exhortation of Moses, that faith- ful servant of the Lord, in his last farewell to Israel, Deuteronomy 30.4 Beloved, there is now set before us life and good, death and evil, in that we

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1. The text is from The Journal of John Win- throp, 1630–1649 (1996), abridged ed., edited by Richard S. Dunn and Laetitia Yeandle. 2. Winthrop saw Mount Desert Island, Maine. The En glish named it after a British admiral, Sir Robert Mansell (1573–1656); the French explorer Samuel de Champlain (see the “First Encounters” cluster, above) named it Île des

Monts Déserts. 3. Air. 4. Several. 5. The Reverend John Wilson (1588–1667), then beginning a pastorate that lasted thirty- seven years. 6. Winthrop.

are commanded this day to love the Lord our God, and to love one another, to walk in His ways and to keep His commandments and His ordinance and His laws, and the articles of our covenant with Him, that we may live and be multiplied, and that our Lord our God may bless us in the land whither we go to possess it. But if our hearts shall turn away, so that we will not obey, but shall be seduced, and worship other gods, our pleasures and prof- its, and serve them; it is propounded unto us this day, we shall surely perish out of the good land whither we pass over this vast sea to possess it.

Therefore let us choose life, that we and our seed

may live by obeying His voice and cleaving to Him,

for He is our life and our prosperity.

1630 1838

From The Journal of John Winthrop1

[Sighting Mount Desert Island, Maine]

[June 8, 1630] About 3 in the after noon we had sight of land to the NW about 15 leagues, which we supposed was the Isles of Monhegen, but it proved Mount Mansell.2 Then we tacked and stood WSW. We had now fair sunshine weather and so pleasant a sweet ether3 as did much refresh us, and there came a smell off the shore like the smell of a garden. There came a wild pigeon into our ship and another small land bird.

[Overcoming Satan]

[July 5, 1632] At Watertown there was (in the view of divers4 witnesses) a great combat between a mouse and a snake, and after a long "ght the mouse prevailed and killed the snake. The pastor of Boston, Mr. Wilson,5 a very sin- cere, holy man, hearing of it gave this interpretation: that the snake was the devil, the mouse was a poor contemptible people which God had brought hither, which should overcome Satan here and dispossess him of his kingdom. Upon the same occasion he told the governor6 that before he was resolved to come into this country he dreamed he was here, and that he saw a church arise out of the earth, which grew up and became a marvelous goodly church.

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7. Roger Williams, a Puritan theologian who had emigrated to New Eng land in 1630 and expressed radical views on Church reform and colonialism (his writing is excerpted later in this volume). 8. In 1633, Edward Winslow was governor in Plymouth (see the “First Encounters” cluster). 9. Arranged to make a "nancial settlement. 1. Summoned to appear.

2. Abbreviation for videlicet: namely (Latin). 3. John Endecott (c. 1588–1665): governor to the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony’s advance settlement in Salem from 1628 until Winthrop arrived. 4. Not further identi"ed. 5. John Hays (1594–1654). Winthrop was elected governor again in 1637.

[Charges Made against Roger Williams]

[December 27, 1633] The governor and assistants met at Boston and took into consideration a treatise which Mr. Williams7 (then of Salem) had sent to them, and which he had formerly written to the governor8 and Council of Plymouth, wherein among other things he disputes their right to the lands they possessed here, and concluded that claiming by the King’s grant they could have no title, nor other wise except they compounded9 with the natives. For this, taking advice with some of the most judicious ministers (who much condemned Mr. Williams’s error and presumption), they gave order that he should be convented1 at the next Court to be censured, etc. There were 3 passages chiedy whereat they were much offended: 1. For that he chargeth King James to have told a solemn public lie, because in his patent he blessed God that he was the "rst Christian prince that had discovered this land; 2. For that he chargeth him and others with blasphemy for calling Eu rope Christendom or the Christian world; 3. For that he did personally apply to our pres ent King Charles these 3 places in the Revelation, viz.2

Mr. Endecott3 being absent, the governor wrote to him to let him know what was done, and withal added divers arguments to confute the said errors, wishing him to deal with Mr. Williams to retract the same, etc. Whereunto he returned a very modest and discreet answer. Mr. Williams also wrote very submissively, professing his intent to have been only to have written for the private satisfaction of the governor, etc., of Plymouth without any purpose to have stirred any further in it if the governor here had not required a copy of him; withal offering his book or any part of it to be burnt, etc. So it was left and nothing done in it.

[A Smallpox Epidemic]

[January 20, 1634] Hall and the 2 others4 who went to Connecticut Novem- ber 3 came now home, having lost themselves and endured much misery. They informed us that the smallpox was gone as far as any Indian planta- tion was known to the W[est], and much people dead of it, by reason whereof they could have no trade. At Narragansett by the Indians’ report there died 700, but beyond Pascataquack none to the E[ast].

[A Warrant for Roger Williams]

[January 11, 1636] The governor5 and assistants met at Boston to consult about Mr. Williams, for that they were credibly informed that notwithstand- ing the injunction laid upon him (upon the liberty granted him to stay till the spring) not to go about to draw others to his opinions, he did use to enter- tain com pany in his house and to preach to them, even of such points as he

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6. Misguided teachings. Providence Plantation, the colony Williams started in Rhode Island, received its patent in 1644. 7. I.e., returned to Boston by ship. 8. John Underhill (c. 1597–1672), soldier who or ga nized the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony mili- tia. “Pinnace”: a small, light vessel, usually with two masts. 9. Anne Hutchinson (1591–1643) held the radi- cal view that the “ justi"ed”— those elected or chosen for salvation by God— were joined in per- sonal union with God and superior to those lacking such inspiration. 1. I.e., that proper moral conduct is no sign of justi"cation.

2. I.e., that good works are not a sign of God’s favor; justi"cation is by faith alone and has noth- ing to do with either piety or worldly success. 3. John Wheelwright (c. 1592–1679) had been a vicar near Alford, Eng land, where Anne Hutchinson and her husband, William, lived before emigrating to Amer i ca. Wheelwright was removed from his ministry, prob ably because he refused to sign an oath of loyalty to the Church of Eng land, and went to Boston in 1636. 4. Satis"ed their doubts about him. The sermons of the Reverend John Cotton (1584–1652), a prom- inent Boston theologian, were admired by the Hutchinsons, which worried his fellow ministers.

had been censured for; and it was agreed to send him into Eng land by a ship then ready to depart. The reason was because he had drawn above 20 per- sons to his opinion and they were intended to erect a plantation about the Narragansett Bay, from whence the infection6 would easily spread into these churches (the people being many of them much taken with the apprehen- sion of his godliness). Whereupon a warrant was sent to him to come pres- ently to Boston to be shipped,7 etc. He returned answer (and divers of Salem came with it) that he could not come without hazard of his life, etc., where- upon a pinnace was sent with commission to Captain Underhill,8 etc., to apprehend him and carry him aboard the ship (which then rode at Nantas- ket), but when they came at his house they found he had been gone 3 days before, but whither they could not learn.

[The Case of Anne Hutchinson]

[October 21, 1636] * * * One Mrs. Hutchinson, a member of the church of Boston, a woman of a ready wit and bold spirit, brought over with her two dangerous errors: 1. That the person of the Holy Ghost dwells in a justi"ed person.9 2. That no sancti"cation can help to evidence to us our justi"cation.1— From these two grew many branches; as, 1, Our union with the Holy Ghost, so as a Christian remains dead to every spiritual action, and hath no gifts nor graces, other than such as are in hypocrites, nor any other sancti"cation but the Holy Ghost Himself.2

There joined with her in these opinions a brother of hers, one Mr. Wheel- wright, a silenced minister sometimes in Eng land.3

[Rev. John Cotton Explains His Position]

[October 25, 1636] The other ministers in the bay, hearing of these things, came to Boston at the time of a general court, and entered conference in private with them, to the end they might know the certainty of these things; that if need were, they might write to the church of Boston about them, to prevent (if it were pos si ble) the dangers which seemed hereby to hang over that and the rest of the churches. At this conference, Mr. Cotton was pres- ent, and gave satisfaction4 to them, so as he agreed with them all in the point of sancti"cation, and so did Mr. Wheelwright; so as they all did hold that sancti"cation did help to evidence justi"cation. The same he had delivered plainly in public, divers times; but, for the indwelling of the person of the

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5. To qualify her statements. 6. Seventy- "ve people were disarmed, a severe

punishment for this time and place. 7. Near Boston.

Holy Ghost, he held that still, but not union with the person of the Holy Ghost, so as to amount to a personal union.

[Charges Brought against Mrs. Hutchinson and Others]

[November 1, 1637] * * * There was great hope that the late general assem- bly would have had some good effect in pacifying the trou bles and dissen- sions about matters of religion; but it fell out other wise. For though Mr. Wheelwright and those of his party had been clearly confuted and con- founded in the assembly, yet they persisted in their opinions, and were as busy in nourishing contentions (the principal of them) as before. * * *

The court also sent for Mrs. Hutchinson, and charged her with divers matters, as her keeping two public lectures every week in her house, whereto sixty or eighty persons did usually resort, and for reproaching most of the ministers (viz., all except Mr. Cotton) for not preaching a covenant of free grace, and that they had not the seal of the spirit, nor were able ministers of the New Testament; which were clearly proved against her, though she sought to shift it off.5 And after many speeches to and fro, at last she was so full as she could not contain, but vented her revelations; amongst which this was one, that she had it revealed to her that she should come into New Eng land, and she should here be persecuted, and that God would ruin us and our pos- terity and the whole state for the same. So the court proceeded and ban- ished her; but because it was winter, they committed her to a private house where she was well provided, and her own friends and the elders permitted to go to her, but none else.

The court called also Capt. Underhill and some "ve or six more of the principal, whose hands were to the said petition; and because they stood to justify it they were disfranchised, and such as had public places were put from them.

The court also ordered, that the rest, who had subscribed the petition, (and would not acknowledge their fault, and which near twenty of them did,) and some others, who had been chief stirrers in these contentions, etc., should be disarmed.6 This troubled some of them very much, especially because they were to bring them in themselves; but at last, when they saw no remedy, they obeyed.

All the proceedings of this court against these persons were set down at large, with the reasons and other observations, and were sent into Eng land to be published there, to the end that our godly friends might not be dis- couraged from coming to us, etc. * * *

[Mrs. Hutchinson Admonished Further]

[March 1638] While Mrs. Hutchinson continued at Roxbury,7 divers of the elders and others resorted to her, and "nding her to persist in maintaining those gross errors beforementioned and many others to the number of thirty or thereabout, some of them wrote to the church at Boston, offering to make proof of the same before the church, etc., [March] 15; whereupon she was

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8. Winthrop. Newtown was soon thereafter renamed Cambridge. 9. I.e., from the beginning. Orthodox believers hold that the soul is always immortal. 1. Her son Edward Hutchinson and her son- in- law Thomas Savage, both of whom moved to

Rhode Island. 2. John Davenport (1597–1670), a minister. 3. Because Anne Hutchinson’s beliefs threat- ened both civil and ecclesiastical law. 4. Warned.

called, (the magistrates being desired to give her license to come,) and the lecture was appointed to begin at ten. (The general court being then at New- town, the governor8 and the trea surer, being members of Boston, were per- mitted to come down, but the rest of the court continued at Newtown.) When she appeared, the errors were read to her. The "rst was that the souls of men are mortal by generation,9 but after made immortal by Christ’s pur- chase. This she maintained a long time; but at length she was so clearly convinced by reason and scripture, and the whole church agreeing that suf- "cient had been delivered for her conviction, that she yielded she had been in an error. Then they proceeded to three other errors: That there was no resurrection of these bodies, and that these bodies were not united to Christ, but every person united hath a new body, etc. These were also clearly con- futed, but yet she held her own; so as the church (all but two of her sons)1 agreed she should be admonished, and because her sons would not agree to it, they were admonished also.

Mr. Cotton pronounced the sentence of admonition with great solemnity, and with much zeal and detestation of her errors and pride of spirit. The assembly continued till eight at night, and all did acknowledge the special presence of God’s spirit therein; and she was appointed to appear again the next lecture day. * * *

[Mrs. Hutchinson Banished]

[March 22, 1638] Mrs. Hutchinson appeared again; (she had been licensed by the court, in regard she had given hope of her repentance, to be at Mr. Cot- ton’s house that both he and Mr. Davenport2 might have the more opportu- nity to deal with her;) and the articles being again read to her, and her answer required, she delivered it in writing, wherein she made a retractation of near all, but with such explanations and circumstances as gave no satisfaction to the church; so as she was required to speak further to them. Then she declared that it was just with God to leave her to herself, as He had done, for her slighting His ordinances, both magistracy and ministry;3 and con- fessed that what she had spoken against the magistrates at the court (by way of revelation) was rash and ungrounded; and desired the church to pray for her. This gave the church good hope of her repentance; but when she was examined about some particulars, as that she had denied inherent righ- teousness, etc., she af"rmed that it was never her judgment; and though it was proved by many testimonies that she had been of that judgment, and so had persisted and maintained it by argument against divers, yet she impu- dently persisted in her af"rmation, to the astonishment of all the assembly. So that after much time and many arguments had been spent to bring her to see her sin, but all in vain, the church with one consent cast her out. Some moved to have her admonished4 once more; but, it being for manifest evil in matter of conversation, it was agreed other wise; and for that reason also the

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5. I.e., read in public by John Wilson. 6. Cast out of the congregation. 7. William Hutchinson and several others laid out plans for the town of Portsmouth, Rhode Island. 8. Aquidneck Island, Rhode Island.

9. Dr. John Clarke came to Boston in 1637 and was disarmed, having been declared an antino- mian (believer that faith alone, not morality, is necessary for salvation). 1. In a heavy discharge from the womb (Latin). 2. Swim bladders.

sentence was denounced by the pastor,5 matter of manners belonging prop- erly to his place.

After she was excommunicated,6 her spirits which seemed before to be somewhat dejected revived again, and she gloried in her sufferings, saying that it was the greatest happiness next to Christ that ever befell her. Indeed it was a happy day to the churches of Christ here, and to many poor souls who had been seduced by her, who by what they heard and saw that day were (through the grace of God) brought off quite from her errors, and settled again in the truth.

At this time the good providence of God so disposed, divers of the con- gregation (being the chief men of the party, her husband being one) were gone to Narragansett to seek out a new place for plantation, and taking lik- ing of one in Plymouth patent, they went thither to have it granted them; but the magistrates there, knowing their spirit, gave them a denial, but con- sented they might buy of the Indians an island in the Narragansett Bay.7

After two or three days the governor sent a warrant to Mrs. Hutchinson to depart this jurisdiction before the last of this month, according to the order of court, and for that end set her at liberty from her former constraint, so as she was not to go forth of her own house till her departure; and upon the 28th she went by water to her farm at the Mount, where she was to take water with Mr. Wheelwright’s wife and family to go to Pascataquack; but she changed her mind, and went by land to Providence, and so to the island in the Narragansett Bay which her husband and the rest of that sect had purchased of the Indians, and prepared with all speed to remove unto. For the court had ordered, that except they were gone with their families by such a time they should be summoned to the general court, etc.

[Mrs. Hutchinson Delivers a Child]

[September 1638] * * * Mrs. Hutchinson, being removed to the Isle of Aqui- day8 in the Narragansett Bay, after her time was ful"lled that she expected deliverance of a child, was delivered of a monstrous birth. Hereupon the governor wrote to Mr. Clarke,9 a physician and a preacher to those of the island, to know the certainty thereof, who returned him this answer: Mrs.  Hutchinson, six weeks before her delivery, perceived her body to be greatly distempered and her spirits failing and in that regard doubtful of life, she sent to me etc., and not long after (in immoderato "uore uterino)1 it was brought to light, and I was called to see it, where I beheld innumerable dis- tinct bodies in the form of a globe, not much unlike the swims2 of some "sh, so confusedly knit together by so many several strings (which I conceive were the beginning of veins and nerves) so that it was impossible either to number the small round pieces in every lump, much less to discern from whence every string did fetch its original, they were so snarled one within another. The small globes I likewise opened, and perceived the matter of them (setting

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3. Afterbirth. 4. Lectured. 5. After the death of her husband in 1642, Anne Hutchinson moved to Dutch territory: Pelham Bay, now a part of the Bronx in New York City. 6. Winthrop. The governor in 1645 was Thomas Dudley (1576–1653). The “ little speech” that fol-

lows is one of Winthrop’s most impor tant medita- tions on Christian liberty. Several residents of the town of Hingham argued that “words spoken against the General Court” had been unfairly used and hoped that Winthrop would be impeached for misusing his power as deputy. Winthrop was fully acquitted.

aside the membrane in which it was involved) to be partly wind and partly water. The governor, not satis"ed with this relation, spake after with the said Mr. Clarke, who thus cleared all the doubts: The lumps were twenty- six or twenty- seven, distinct and not joined together; there came no secundine3 after them; six of them were as great as his "st, and the smallest about the bigness of the top of his thumb. The globes were round things, included in the lumps, about the bigness of a small Indian bean, and like the pearl in a man’s eye. The two lumps which differed from the rest were like liver or con- gealed blood, and had no small globes in them, as the rest had.

[An Earthquake at Aquiday]

[March 16, 1639] * * * At Aquiday also Mrs. Hutchinson exercised4 pub- licly, and she and her party (some three or four families) would have no mag- istracy. She sent also an admonition to the church of Boston; but the elders would not read it publicly because she was excommunicated. By these exam- ples we may see how dangerous it is to slight the censures of the church; for it was apparent that God had given them up to strange delusions. . . . Mrs. Hutchinson and some of her adherents happened to be at prayer when the earthquake was at Aquiday, etc., and the house being shaken thereby, they were persuaded (and boasted of it) that the Holy Ghost did shake it in coming down upon them, as He did upon the apostles.

[The Death of Mrs. Hutchinson and Others]

[September 1643] The Indians near the Dutch, having killed 15 men, began to set upon the En glish who dwelt under the Dutch. They came to Mrs. Hutchinson’s5 in way of friendly neighborhood, as they had been accus- tomed, and taking their opportunity, killed her and Mr. Collins, her son- in- law (who had been kept prisoner in Boston, as is before related), and all her family, and such [other] families as were at home; in all sixteen, and put their cattle into their houses and there burnt them. These people had cast off ordi- nances and churches, and now at last their own people, and for larger accommodation had subjected themselves to the Dutch and dwelt scatter- ingly near a mile asunder. * * *

[Winthrop’s Speech to the General Court]

[July 3, 1645] * * * Then was the deputy governor6 desired by the Court to go up and take his place again upon the bench, which he did accordingly. And the Court being about to rise, he desired leave for a little speech which was to this effect.

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7. Termination. 8. Miriam was the sister of Moses and Aaron. “And the Lord said unto Moses, If her father had but spit in her face, should she not be ashamed

seven days? let her be shut out from the camp seven days, and after that let her be received in again” (Numbers 12.14). 9. Format agreement.

I suppose something may be expected from me upon this charge that is befallen me, which moves me to speak now to you. Yet I intend not to inter- meddle in the proceedings of the Court, or with any of the persons con- cerned therein. Only I bless God that I see an issue7 of this troublesome business. I also acknowledge the justice of the Court, and for mine own part I am well satis"ed. I was publicly charged, and I am publicly and legally acquitted, which is all I did expect or desire. And though this be suf"cient for my justi"cation before men, yet not so before the Lord, who hath seen so much amiss in any dispensations (and even in this affair) as calls me to be humbled. For to be publicly and criminally charged in this Court is matter of humiliation (and I desire to make a right use of it), notwithstanding I be thus acquitted. If her father had spit in her face (saith the Lord concerning Miriam), should she not have been ashamed 7 days?8 Shame had lain upon her what ever the occasion had been. I am unwilling to stay you from your urgent affairs, yet give me leave (upon this special occasion) to speak a little more to this assembly. It may be of some good use to inform and rectify the judgments of some of the people, and may prevent such distempers as have arisen amongst us. The great questions that have troubled the country are about the authority of the magistrates and the liberty of the people. It is your- selves who have called us to this of"ce, and being called by you we have our authority from God in way of an ordinance, such as hath the image of God eminently stamped upon it, the contempt and violation whereof hath been vindicated with examples of divine vengeance. I entreat you to consider that when you choose magistrates you take them from among yourselves, men subject to like passions as you are. Therefore, when you see in"rmities in us, you should redect upon your own, and that would make you bear the more with us, and not be severe censurers of the failings of your magistrates when you have continual experience of the like in"rmities in yourselves and others. We account him a good servant who breaks not his covenant.9 The covenant between you and us is the oath you have taken of us, which is to this purpose, that we shall govern you and judge your causes by the rules of God’s laws and our own, according to our best skill. When you agree with a workman to build you a ship or house, etc., he undertakes as well for his skill as for his faithfulness, for it is his profession, and you pay him for both. But when you call one to be a magistrate, he doth not profess nor undertake to have suf"cient skill for that of"ce, nor can you furnish him with gifts, etc. Therefore you must run the hazard of his skill and ability. But if he fail in faithfulness, which by his oath he is bound unto, that he must answer for. If it fall out that the case be clear to common apprehension and the rule clear also, if he transgress here the error is not in the skill but in the evil of the will; it must be required of him. But if the case be doubtful, or the rule doubtful, to men of such understanding and parts as your magistrates are, if your magistrates should err here yourselves must bear it.

For the other point concerning liberty, I observe a great mistake in the country about that. There is a twofold liberty: natu ral (I mean as our nature

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1. Because we are fallen and subject to death. 2. We are all the worse for license (Latin). From the ancient Roman dramatist Terence, Heauton Timorumenos (The Self- Tormentor) 3.1.74. 3. “Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled

again with the yoke of bondage” (Galatians 5.1). 4. “For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light” (Matthew 11.30). “And I John saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her hus- band” (Revelation 21.2).

is now corrupt),1 and civil or federal. The "rst is common to man with beasts and other creatures. By this, man as he stands in relation to man simply, hath liberty to do what he list. It is a liberty to evil as well as to good. This liberty is incompatible and inconsistent with authority, and cannot endure the least restraint of the most just authority. The exercise and maintaining of this liberty makes men grow more evil, and in time to be worse than brute beasts, omnes sumus licentia deteriores.2 This is that great enemy of truth and peace, that wild beast which all the ordinances of God are bent against, to restrain and subdue it.

The other kind of liberty I call civil or federal. It may also be termed moral, in reference to the covenant between God and man in the moral law, and the politic covenants and constitutions amongst men themselves. This lib- erty is the proper end and object of authority and cannot subsist without it, and it is a liberty to that only which is good, just, and honest. This liberty you are to stand for, with the hazard not only of your goods but of your lives, if need be. Whatsoever crosseth this is not authority, but a distemper thereof. This liberty is maintained and exercised in a way of subjection to authority. It is of the same kind of liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free.3 The woman’s own choice makes such a man her husband, yet being so chosen he is her lord and she is to be subject to him, yet in a way of liberty, not of bondage, and a true wife accounts her subjection her honor and freedom, and would not think her condition safe and free but in her subjection to her husband’s authority. Such is the liberty of the church under the authority of Christ her King and husband. His yoke is so easy and sweet to her as a bride’s ornaments,4 and if through frowardness or wantonness, etc., she shake it off at any time, she is at no rest in her spirit until she take it up again. And whether her Lord smiles upon her and embraceth her in His arms, or whether He frowns, or rebukes, or smites her, she apprehends the sweetness of His love in all and is refreshed, supported, and instructed by every such dispen- sation of His authority over her. On the other side, you know who they are that complain of this yoke and say: let us break their bands, etc.; we will not have this man to rule over us. Even so, brethren, it will be between you and your magistrates. If you stand for your natu ral corrupt liberties, and will do what is good in your own eyes, you will not endure the least weight of author- ity, but will murmur and oppose and be always striving to shake off that yoke. But if you will be satis"ed to enjoy such civil and lawful liberties, such as Christ allows you, then will you quietly and cheerfully submit unto that authority which is set over you in all the administrations of it for your good; wherein if we fail at any time, we hope we shall be willing (by God’s assis- tance) to hearken to good advice from any of you, or in any other way of God. So shall your liberties be preserved in upholding the honor and power of authority amongst you.

The deputy governor having ended his speech, the Court arose, and the magistrates and deputies retired to attend their other affairs. * * *

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[A Daughter Returned]

[July 1646] * * * A daughter of Mrs. Hutchinson was carried away by the Indians near the Dutch, when her mother and others were killed by them; and upon the peace concluded between the Dutch and the same Indians, she was returned to the Dutch governor, who restored her to her friends here. She was about 8 years old when she was taken, and continued with them about 4 years, and she had forgot her own language, and all her friends, and was loath to have come from the Indians.

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THE BAY PSALM BOOK

T he Protestant Reformation sparked a revival of psalm- and hymn- singing that held impor tant consequences for English- language poetry. Church music had previously been reserved for choirs and other selective ensembles, rather than prac- ticed by the full congregation. The shift in the language of worship from Latin to the vernacular allowed for a more demo cratic participation in the singing of sacred songs. Protestant denominations differed as to who should be allowed to sing— every one all the time, or smaller groups in speci"c contexts— and what kinds of works should be performed in religious settings. This second question hinged on issues of source and of translation. Many of the leading New Eng land ministers believed that only psalms, which were drawn directly from the Bible, and not hymns on religious themes with no speci"c scriptural source, should be permitted in worship ser vices. They also wanted the psalms to redect the original Hebrew as closely as pos si ble.

When the "rst printing press arrived in Cambridge, Mas sa chu setts, in 1638, the ministers in the area took the opportunity to produce their own psalm book. Two years later they issued what has been famous ever since as the "rst book printed in the En glish colonies: The Whole Book of Psalms Faithfully Translated into En glish Meter (1640), familiarly known today as the Bay Psalm Book. The translators, whose individual efforts have never been fully identi"ed, strug gled with some knotty issues. The Reverend John Cotton, a leading theologian, stressed in his preface to the 1640 volume that the translators had not “taken liberty or poetical license to depart from the true and proper sense of David’s word.” (David, the second king of ancient Israel, was traditionally considered the author of the biblical Book of Psalms.) At the same time, Cotton reassured the public that “as it can be no just offence to any good conscience to sing David’s Hebrew songs in En glish words,” it ought to be equally unobjectionable to employ En glish metrical forms in transla- tions of the psalms. Purity was desirable, but so were comprehensibility and tune- fulness. The psalms were performed a capella, often using a system called “lining out,” where a leader sang a phrase and the congregation repeated it. This method enabled church members who could not read, or who could not afford a psalter, to participate in the song. The tunes sometimes used to accompany the words were mostly of common origin and simple form, enhancing the earnest, self- restrained beauty of the per for mance.

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1. The texts are from The Bay Psalm Book: A Facsimile Reprint of the First Edition of 1640 (1956). The numbers in the left margin corre-

spond to the Bible verses. 2. Think (of).

A comparison of one of the most familiar psalms as it appears in the Bay Psalm Book and in the King James Bible shows how the rough Puritan translation lends itself to vocal per for mance in a way that its Anglican counterpart does not. Here is part of Psalm 23 from the Bay Psalm Book:

For me a table thou hast spread, In presence of my foes; Thou dost anoint my head with oil, My cup it overdows.

Here is that same part of Psalm 23, from the King James Bible:

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Worshipers in the New Eng land colonies and abroad embraced the Bay Psalm Book, which was revised several times and widely reprinted. However, the book has always had detractors. In 1829, in the "rst impor tant anthology of American poetry, the editor Samuel Kettell called the versi"cation of the Bay volume “harsh and unmusical to the last degree.” But the simple lines in the sturdy En glish of the Puri- tan preachers, whether read aloud or sung, evince an energy that is missing in more polished versions. The rough lines were designed to connect the reader to God, and their awkwardness was a means to an end.

Both versions of the psalms induenced American poetry. Echoes of the King James Bible translations of the psalms occur in, for example, Walt Whitman’s free verse. The more metrical versions of the Bay Psalm Book induenced the writings of Anne Bradstreet and resonate in Emily Dickinson’s poems about God and belief.

From The Bay Psalm Book1

Psalm 2

1 Why rage the Heathen furiously? Muse2 vain things people do; 2 Kings of the earth do set themselves, Princes consult also: With one consent against the Lord, 5 And his anointed one. 3 Let us asunder break their bands, Their cords be from us thrown. 4 Who sits in heav’n shall laugh; the Lord Will mock them; then will he 10 5 Speak to them in his ire, and wrath; And vex them suddenly. 6 But I anointed have my King Upon the holy hill 7 Of Zion: The established 15 Counsel declare I will. God spoke to me, thou art my Son:

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3. Inheritance. 4. Shards, fragments. 5. Wrathful. 6. I.e., fail to be saved. 7. Trust.

1. Sky. 2. Temporary place of worship. 3. Established. 4. From his. 5. Range.

This day I thee begot. 8 Ask thou of me, and I will give The Heathen for thy lot:3 20 And of the earth thou shalt possess The utmost coasts abroad. 9 Thou shalt them break as potter’s sherds4 And crush with iron rod. 10 And now ye Kings be wise, be learn’d 25 Ye judges of th’earth (Hear!). 11 Serve ye the Lord with reverence, Rejoice in him with fear. 12 Kiss ye the Son, lest he be wroth,5 And ye fall in the way.6 30 When his wrath quickly burns, oh blest Are all that on him stay.7

Psalm 19

to the chief musician, a psalm of david

1 The heavens do declare The majesty of God: Also the "rmament1 shows forth His handi work abroad. 2 Day speaks to day, knowledge 5 Night hath to night declar’d. 3 There neither speech nor language is, Where their voice is not heard. 4 Through all the earth their line Is gone forth, and unto 10 The utmost end of all the world, Their speeches reach also: A Tabernacle2 he In them pitched3 for the Sun, 5 Who bridegroom- like from’s4 chamber goes 15 Glad giants- race to run. 6 From heaven’s utmost end, His course and compassing;5 To ends of it, and from the heat Thereof is hid nothing. 20

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7 The Lord’s law perfect is, The soul converting back: God’s testimony faithful is,

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6. The Lord’s judgments (verse 9). 7. An instance in which sense is interrupted by poor proofreading and the need to force rhymes (know/thou). The revised edition of 1651 has

“And from presumptuous sins also / Keep thou thy servant free.” 8.  I.e., do not let those presumptuous sins (or sins of pride) have power over me.

Makes wise who wisdom lack. 8 The statutes of the Lord, 25 Are right, and glad the heart: The Lord’s commandment is pure, Light doth to eyes impart. 9 Jehovah’s fear is clean, And doth endure forever: 30 The judgments of the Lord are true, And righ teous altogether. 10 Than gold, than much "ne gold, More to be prized are, Than honey, and the honeycomb, 35 Sweeter they are by far. 11 Also thy servant is Admonished from hence: And in the keeping of the same6 Is a full recompense. 40 12 Who can his errors know? From secret faults cleanse me. 13 And from presumptuous sins, let thou Kept back thy servant be:7 Let them not bear the rule 45 In me,8 and then shall I Be perfect and shall cleansed be From much iniquity. 14 Let the words of my mouth, And the thoughts of my heart, 50 Be pleasing with thee, Lord, my rock, Who my redeemer art.

Psalm 23

a psalm of david

1 The Lord to me a shepherd is, Want therefore shall not I, 2 He in the folds of tender grass, Doth cause me down to lie: To waters calm me gently leads 5 3 Restore my soul doth He: He doth in paths of righ teousness: For His name’s sake lead me. 4 Yea, though in valley of death’s shade I walk, none ill I’ll fear: 10 Because Thou art with me, Thy rod And staff my comfort are. 5 For me a table thou hast spread,

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In presence of my foes: Thou dost anoint my head with oil, 15 My cup it overdows. 6 Goodness and mercy surely shall All my days follow me: And in the Lord’s house I shall dwell So long as days shall be. 20

Psalm 100

a psalm of praise

1 Make ye a joyful sounding noise Unto Jehovah, all the earth: 2 Serve ye Jehovah with gladness: Before His presence come with mirth. 3 Know, that Jehovah He is God, 5 Who hath us formed, it is He, And not ourselves: His own people And sheep of His pasture are we. 4 Enter into His gates with praise, Into His courts with thankfulness 10 Make ye confession unto Him And His name rev er ent ly bless. 5 Because Jehovah He is good, For evermore is His mercy: And unto generations all 15 Continue doth His verity.

another [version] of the same

1 Make ye a joyful noise unto Jehovah all the earth: 2 Serve ye Jehovah with gladness: Before Him come with mirth. 3 Know, that Jehovah He is God, 5 Not we ourselves, but He Hath made us: His people, and sheep Of His pasture are we. 4 O enter ye into His gates With praise, and thankfulness 10 Into His courts: confess to Him, And His name do ye bless. 5 Because Jehovah He is good, His bounteous mercy Is everlasting: and His truth 15 Is to eternity.

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ROGER WILLIAMS c. 1603–1683

R oger Williams is the preeminent "gure associated with freedom of conscience and religious liberty in early New Eng land. Banished from the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony in 1636 for spreading opinions that the colony’s leadership considered dangerous, Williams went on to build Rhode Island into a model of inclusive self- government and a haven for religious minorities, opening it to dissenting refugees from the Puritan colonies and to the "rst Jewish and Quaker settlers in British North Amer i ca. Williams also developed close relationships with indigenous lead- ers in the region, living at times in Native communities and mediating condicts with other En glish colonies. In 1643, Williams produced A Key into the Language of Amer i ca, a dictionary and cultural guide to the Algonquian peoples of New Eng land that offers comparative social commentary, including redections on the moral short- comings of the En glish.

Williams was also a brilliant polemicist. A prominent genre in Williams’s day, polemic involves a vigorous attack on an individual or an idea. Polemical writings on colonization and on religion contributed importantly to the rise of popu lar print cul- ture in Eng land. In controversial pamphlets such as “The Bloody Tenet of Persecu- tion” (1644) and “The Hireling Ministry None of Christ’s” (1652), Williams took strongly worded positions challenging many of the foundational assumptions of his Puritan neighbors. And in “Christenings Make Not Christians” (1645), Williams the- orized about the formation of a truly consent- based religious community, which would not be restricted by race or cultural heritage, compelled by physical vio lence, or shaped by intellectual and emotional coercion. This work reveals a mind preoccu- pied with fundamental questions about human consciousness and will. In his life as in his writings, Williams pursued his understanding of liberty of conscience with striking integrity.

The son of a London merchant, Williams took an unexpected turn in 1617 when he met Sir Edward Coke, a leading legal thinker whose advocacy for the common law tradition and challenge to the authority of the king fundamentally shaped the era and transformed En glish law. Prob ably impressed by Williams’s sharp intellect, Coke helped the young man get a "rst- rate education. After graduating from Cambridge University in 1627 and taking holy orders, Williams became involved in Church reform. Years later, he said that Archbishop William Laud, the preeminent clergyman in the Church of Eng land under King Charles I, “pursued” him “out of this land.” Laud required all clerics to pledge an oath of loyalty to the Church of Eng land, sparking a crisis for dissenting clergy and contributing to the “ Great Migra- tion” of Puritans to New Eng land.

In 1631 Williams arrived in Boston with his wife, Mary. He was at "rst a valued addition to the new colony at Mas sa chu setts Bay, which badly needed men of his intellectual capabilities and educational attainments. Soon, however, Williams refused to minister at the prestigious First Church of Boston because he “durst not of"ciate to an unseparated people”— that is, a church that retained af"liations with the Anglican orthodoxy. This episode gave Mas sa chu setts authorities their "rst taste of Williams’s deep re sis tance to the established Church and his enormous con"dence in matters of belief. Over the next four years, he ministered to the com- munities at Plymouth and then Salem. In 1635, while he was at Salem, the Bay

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Colony leaders accused him of holding “new and dangerous opinions against the authority of magistrates.”

Williams had infuriated and threatened the leaders of Mas sa chu setts by taking four positions, any one of which seriously undermined the theocracy that was at the heart of the Bay Colony government. He denied, "rst, that Mas sa chu setts had a proper title to its land, arguing that King Charles I could not bestow a title to something that belonged to the Natives. Second, he argued that no unregenerate person (that is, anyone who had not been “born again”) could be required either to pray or to swear a legal oath; third, that Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony ministers, who had persuaded the king of Eng land that they wished to remain part of the Church of Eng land, should not only separate from the Church but repent that they had ever served it; and last, that civil authority was limited to civil matters and that magis- trates had no jurisdiction over the soul. Williams wanted to create a barrier between Church and state to prevent Chris tian ity from being contaminated by worldly inter- ests. The position was disturbing to Separatist and non- Separatist alike, and it made Williams unwelcome in both Plymouth and Boston.

In his journal for January 1636, John Winthrop notes that when the governor of Mas sa chu setts and his assistants met to reconsider the charge of divisiveness against Williams, they agreed that they could not wait until spring to banish him from the commonwealth. His opinions were dangerous and spreading, so they needed to send him back to Eng land immediately. When they went to Salem to “carry him aboard the ship,” however, they found he “had been gone 3 days before, but whither they could not learn.” Williams had ded Mas sa chu setts for Rhode Island— reportedly with Winthrop’s aid. He found shelter there with the Narragansett Indi- ans and, from that time until his death almost "fty years later, Williams and Providence Plantation were synonymous with the spirit of religious liberty. In 1663, Rhode Island received a royal charter from King Charles II in which freedom of conscience was guaranteed, giving the colony an exceptional status in the English- speaking world.

The Mas sa chu setts authorities did not cite Williams’s attitude toward the Ameri- can Indians in their charges against him, but in this regard as well, his position was antithetical to their own. From the beginning, he wrote, his “soul’s desire was to do the natives good, and to that end to have their language.” Although he was not interested in assimilating into their culture, Williams presented American Indians as no better or worse than the En glish “rogues” who dealt with them, and stressed that they possessed complex cultures with their own forms of civility. Williams knew that A Key into the Language of Amer i ca would prove useful to those who wished to convert Native Americans to Chris tian ity. He was not primarily interested in such efforts, and in “Christenings Make Not Christians” he argued against a line of thinking that promoted missionary work, which was ostensibly a central reason for the foundation of the Puritan colonies. Anyone not regenerate, Williams argued, was outside the people of God, and to refer to the American Indians as “heathen” was “improperly sinful” and “unchristianly.”

He was greatly disappointed when, despite his efforts to befriend the Narragan- setts, they burned the settlements at both Warwick and Providence during King Philip’s War. By the time Williams died, the future looked grave for the Narragan- setts. The great tribe would never recover from the losses incurred during that war. Despite this failure, Williams’s efforts to separate religious and civil life, and to promote peaceful interactions among dif fer ent groups, produced a lasting legacy. The Rhode Island charter offered a model that would be taken up in the U.S. Bill of Rights, which mandates the separation of Church and state and guarantees free- dom of speech, of the press, and of assembly.

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1. The text is from the "rst edition (1643), reprinted by the Rhode Island and Providence Tercentenary Committee (1936).

2. Shaped. 3. Place of origin. 4. Aboriginal.

From A Key into the Language of Amer i ca1

To My Dear and Well- Beloved Friends and Countrymen, in Old and New Eng land

I pres ent you with a key; I have not heard of the like, yet framed,2 since it pleased God to bring that mighty continent of Amer i ca to light. Others of my countrymen have often, and excellently, and lately written of the coun- try (and none that I know beyond the goodness and worth of it).

This key, re spects the native language of it, and happily may unlock some rarities concerning the natives themselves, not yet discovered.

I drew the materials in a rude lump at sea, as a private help to my own memory, that I might not, by my pres ent absence, lightly lose what I had so dearly bought in some few years hardship, and charges among the barbar- ians. Yet being reminded by some, what pity it were to bury those materials in my grave at land or sea; and withal, remembering how oft I have been impor- tuned by worthy friends of all sorts, to afford them some helps this way. I resolved (by the assistance of The Most High) to cast those materials into this key, pleasant and pro"table for all, but especially for my friends residing in those parts.

A little key may open a box, where lies a bunch of keys. With this I have entered into the secrets of those countries, wherever

En glish dwell about two hundred miles, between the French and Dutch plan- tations; for want of this, I know what gross mistakes myself and others have run into.

There is a mixture of this language north and south, from the place of my abode, about six hundred miles; yet within the two hundred miles (afore- mentioned) their dialects do exceedingly differ; yet not so, but (within that compass) a man may, by this help, converse with thousands of natives all over the country: and by such converse it may please the Father of Mercies to spread civility, (and in His own most holy season) Chris tian ity. For one candle will light ten thousand, and it may please God to bless a little leaven to season the mighty lump of those peoples and territories.

It is expected, that having had so much converse with these natives, I should write some little of them.

Concerning them (a little to gratify expectation) I shall touch upon four heads:

First, by what names they are distinguished. Secondly, their original3 and descent. Thirdly, their religion, manners, customs, etc. Fourthly, that great point of their conversion. To the "rst, their names are of two sorts: First, those of the En glish giving: as natives, savages, Indians, wildmen (so

the Dutch call them wilden), Abergeny4 men, pagans, barbarians, heathen. Secondly, their names which they give themselves.

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5. After the great dood described in the Bible, only Noah and his family remained. 6. I.e., in Chapter XXI of Williams’s Key, which

has thirty- two chapters. 7. Mongolia.

I cannot observe that they ever had (before the coming of the En glish, French or Dutch amongst them) any names to difference themselves from strangers, for they knew none; but two sorts of names they had, and have amongst themselves:

First, general, belonging to all natives, as Nínnuock, Ninnimissinnûwock, Eniskeetomparwog, which signi"es Men, Folk, or People.

Secondly, par tic u lar names, peculiar to several nations, of them amongst themselves, as Nanhiggan uck, Massachusêuck, Cawasumsêuck, Cowwes uck, Quintikóock, Qunnipi uck, Pequttóog, etc.

They have often asked me, why we call them Indians, natives, etc. And understanding the reason, they will call themselves Indians, in opposition to En glish, etc.

For the second head proposed, their original and descent: From Adam and Noah5 that they spring, it is granted on all hands. But for their later descent, and whence they came into those parts, it seems

as hard to "nd, as to "nd the wellhead of some fresh stream, which running many miles out of the country to the salt ocean, hath met with many mix- ing streams by the way. They say themselves, that they have sprung and grown up in that very place, like the very trees of the wilderness.

They say that their great god Kautántowwìt created those parts, as I observed in the chapter of their religion.6 They have no clothes, books, nor letters, and conceive their fathers never had; and therefore they are easily persuaded that the God that made En glishmen is a greater God, because He hath so richly endowed the En glish above themselves. But when they hear that about sixteen hundred years ago, Eng land and the inhabitants thereof were like unto themselves, and since have received from God, clothes, books, etc. they are greatly affected with a secret hope concerning themselves.

Wise and judicious men, with whom I have discoursed, maintain their original to be northward from Tartaria:7 and at my now taking ship, at the Dutch plantation, it pleased the Dutch Governor, (in some discourse with me about the natives), to draw their line from Iceland, because the name Sackmakan (the name for an Indian prince, about the Dutch) is the name for a prince in Iceland.

Other opinions I could number up: under favor I shall pres ent (not mine opinion, but) my observations to the judgment of the wise.

First, others (and myself) have conceived some of their words to hold af"n- ity with the Hebrew.

Secondly, they constantly anoint their heads as the Jews did. Thirdly, they give dowries for their wives, as the Jews did. Fourthly (and which I have not so observed amongst other nations as

amongst the Jews, and these:) they constantly separate their women (during the time of their monthly sickness) in a little house alone by themselves four or "ve days, and hold it an irreligious thing for either father or husband or any male to come near them.

They have often asked me if it be so with women of other nations, and whether they are so separated: and for their practice they plead nature and

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8.  I.e., the constellation known as Ursa Major ( Great Bear), the Big Dipper, or Charlemagne’s wagon (“wain”). 9. Asserted, proffered (with none of the modern

connotations of deceit). 1. Conversations. 2. Connecticut.

tradition. Yet again I have found a greater af"nity of their language with the Greek tongue.

2. As the Greeks and other nations, and ourselves call the seven stars (or Charles’ Wain, the Bear,)8 so do they Mosk or Paukunnawaw, the Bear.

3. They have many strange relations of one Wétucks, a man that wrought great miracles amongst them, and walking upon the waters, etc., with some kind of broken resemblance to the Son of God.

Lastly, it is famous that the Sowwest (Sowaniu) is the great subject of their discourse. From thence their traditions. There they say (at the southwest) is the court of their great god Kautántowwìt: at the southwest are their forefathers’ souls: to the southwest they go themselves when they die; from the southwest came their corn, and beans out of their great god Kautántow- wìt’s "eld: and indeed the further northward and westward from us their corn will not grow, but to the southward better and better. I dare not con- jecture in these uncertainties. I believe they are lost, and yet hope (in the Lord’s holy season) some of the wildest of them shall be found to share in the blood of the Son of God. To the third head, concerning their religion, customs, manners etc. I shall here say nothing, because in those 32 chap- ters of the whole book, I have briedy touched those of all sorts, from their birth to their burials, and have endeavored (as the nature of the work would give way) to bring some short observations and applications home to Eu rope from Amer i ca.

Therefore fourthly, to that great point of their conversion, so much to be longed for, and by all New- English so much pretended,9 and I hope in truth.

For myself I have uprightly labored to suit my endeavors to my pretenses: and of later times (out of desire to attain their language) I have run through va ri e ties of intercourses1 with them day and night, summer and winter, by land and sea, par tic u lar passages tending to this, I have related divers, in the chapter of their religion.

Many solemn discourses I have had with all sorts of nations of them, from one end of the country to another (so far as opportunity, and the little lan- guage I have could reach).

I know there is no small preparation in the hearts of multitudes of them. I know their many solemn confessions to myself, and one to another of their lost wandering conditions.

I know strong convictions upon the consciences of many of them, and their desires uttered that way.

I know not with how little knowledge and grace of Christ the Lord may save, and therefore, neither will despair, nor report much.

But since it hath pleased some of my worthy countrymen to mention (of late in print) Wequash, the Péquot captain, I shall be bold so far to second their relations, as to relate mine own hopes of him (though I dare not be so con"dent as others).

Two days before his death, as I passed up to Qunníhticut2 River, it pleased my worthy friend Mr. Fenwick, (whom I visited at his house in Saybrook Fort

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3. Came to the end of my talk. 4. I.e., until Judgment Day. 5. Japhet was the third son of Noah and, in some traditions, the progenitor of the Indo- European

race (see Genesis 9.18). 6. “For from the rising of the sun even unto the going down of the same my name shall be great among the Gentiles” (Malachi 1.11).

at the mouth of that river) to tell me that my old friend Wequash lay very sick. I desired to see him, and himself was pleased to be my guide two miles where Wequash lay.

Amongst other discourse concerning his sickness and death (in which he freely bequeathed his son to Mr. Fenwick) I closed3 with him concerning his soul: he told me that some two or three years before he had lodged at my house, where I acquainted him with the condition of all mankind, & his own in par tic u lar; how God created man and all things; how man fell from God, and of his pres ent enmity against God, and the wrath of God against him until repentance. Said he, “your words were never out of my heart to this pres ent;” and said he “me much pray to Jesus Christ.” I told him so did many En glish, French, and Dutch, who had never turned to God, nor loved Him. He replied in broken En glish: “Me so big naughty heart, me heart all one stone!” Savory expressions using to breathe from compunct and broken hearts, and a sense of inward hardness and unbrokenness [sic]. I had many discourses with him in his life, but this was the sum of our last parting until our General Meeting.4

Now, because this is the great inquiry of all men: what Indians have been converted? what have the En glish done in those parts? what hopes of the Indians receiving the knowledge of Christ?

And because to this question, some put an edge from the boast of the Jesu- its in Canada and Mary land, and especially from the wonderful conver- sions made by the Spaniards and Portugals in the West- Indies, besides what I have here written, as also, beside what I have observed in the chapter of their religion, I shall further pres ent you with a brief additional discourse concerning this great point, being comfortably persuaded that that Father of Spirits, who was graciously pleased to persuade Japhet (the Gentiles) to dwell in the tents of Shem (the Jews),5 will, in His holy season (I hope approaching), persuade these Gentiles of Amer i ca to partake of the mercies of Eu rope, and then shall be ful"lled what is written by the prophet Mala- chi,6 from the rising of the sun (in Eu rope) to the going down of the same (in Amer i ca), My name shall be great among the Gentiles. So I desire to hope and pray,

Your unworthy countryman, Roger Williams

Directions for the Use of the Language

1. A dictionary or grammar way I had consideration of, but purposely avoided, as not so accommodate to the bene"t of all, as I hope this form is.

2. A dialogue also I had thoughts of, but avoided for brevity’s sake, and yet (with no small pains) I have so framed every chapter and the matter of it, as I may call it an implicit dialogue.

3. It is framed chiedy after the Narragansett dialect, because most spoken in the country, and yet (with attending to the variation of peoples and dia- lects) it will be of great use in all parts of the country.

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7. Page. 8. Mostly.

9. Over. 1. Divide among.

4. What ever your occasion be, either of travel, discourse, trading etc. turn to the table which will direct you to the proper chapter.

5. Because the life of all language is in the pronunciation, I have been at the pains and charges to cause the accents, tones or sounds to be af"xed, (which some understand, according to the Greek language, acutes, graves, circumdexes) for example, in the second leaf7 in the word Ewò He: the sound or tone must not be put on E, but wò where the grave accent is.

In the same leaf, in the word Ascowequássin, the sound must not be on any of the syllables, but on quáss, where the acute or sharp sound is.

In the same leaf in the word Anspaumpmaûntam, the sound must not be on any other syllable but maûn, where the circumdex or long sounding accent is.

6. The En glish for every Indian word or phrase stands in a straight line directly against the Indian: yet sometimes there are two words for the same thing (for their language is exceeding copious, and they have "ve or six words sometimes for one thing) and then the En glish stands against them both: for example in the second leaf:

Cowáunckamish & Cuckqué na mish I pray your favor.

From An Help to the Native Language of that Part of Amer i ca Called New Eng land

from chapter i. of salutation

1. The courteous pagan shall condemn Uncourteous En glishmen, Who live like foxes, bears and wolves, Or lion in his den.

2. Let none sing blessings to their souls, 5 For that they courteous are: The wild barbarians with no more Than nature, go so far.

3. If nature’s sons both wild and tame, Humane and courteous be: 10 How ill becomes it Sons of God To want humanity?

from chapter ii. of eating and entertainment

1. Coarse bread and water’s most,8 their fare, O Eng land’s diet "ne; Thy cup runs ore9 with plenteous store Of wholesome beer and wine.

2. Sometimes God gives them Fish or Flesh, 5 Yet they’re content without; And what comes in, they part to1 friends And strangers round about.

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2. Also (archaic). 3. “And about the eleventh hour he [Christ] went out, and found others standing idle, and said unto them, ‘Why stand ye here all the day

idle?’ They said unto him, ‘ Because no man hath hired us.’ He said unto them, ‘Go ye also into the vineyard; and whatsoever is right, that shall ye receive’ ” (Matthew 20.6–7).

3. God’s providence is rich to his, Let none distrustful be; 10 In wilderness, in great distress, These ravens have fed me.

from chapter vi. of the family and business of the house

1. How busy are the sons of men? How full their heads and hands? What noise and tumults in our own, And eke2 in Pagan lands?

2. Yet I have found less noise, more peace 5 In wild Amer i ca, Where women quickly build the house, And quickly move away.

[3] En glish and Indians busy are, In parts of their abode: 10 Yet both stand idle, till God’s call Set them to work for God. Mat. 20.7.3

from chapter xi. of travel

1. God makes a path, provides a guide, And feeds in wilderness! His glorious name while breath remains, O that I may confess.

2. Lost many a time, I have had no guide, 5 No house, but hollow tree! In stormy winter night no "re, No food, no com pany:

3. In him I have found a house, a bed, A table, com pany: 10 No cup so bitter, but’s made sweet, When God shall sweet’ning be.

from chapter xviii. of the sea

[1] They see God’s won ders that are call’ed Through dreadful seas to pass, In tearing winds and roaring seas, And calms as smooth as glass.

[2] I have in Eu rope’s ships, oft been 5 In King of terror’s hand; When all have cried, “Now, now we sink,” Yet God brought safe to land.

[3] Alone ’mongst Indians in canoes, Sometime o’er- turn’d, I have been 10 Half inch from death, in ocean deep, God’s won ders I have seen.

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4. Conversation.

from chapter xxi. of religion, the soul, etc.

Manìt- manittó, wock. God, Gods. Obs. He that questions whether God made the world, the Indians will

teach him. I must acknowledge I have received in my converse4 with them many con"rmations of those two great points, Hebrews II. 6. viz:

1. That God is. 2. That He is a rewarder of all them that diligently seek Him. They will generally confess that God made all, but them in special,

although they deny not that En glishman’s God made En glishmen, and the heavens and earth there! yet their Gods made them and the heaven, and earth where they dwell.

Nummusquauna- múckqun manìt. God is angry with me? Obs. I have heard a poor Indian lamenting the loss of a child at break of

day, call up his wife and children, and all about him to lamentation, and with abundance of tears cry out! “O God thou hast taken away my child! thou art angry with me: O turn Thine anger from me, and spare the rest of my children.”

If they receive any good in hunting, "shing, harvest etc. they acknowl- edge God in it.

Yea, if it be but an ordinary accident, a fall, etc. they will say God was angry and did it, musquàntum manit God is angry. But herein is their misery:

First, they branch their God- head into many gods. Secondly, attribute it to creatures. First, many gods: they have given me the names of thirty seven which I

have, all which in their solemn worships they invocate, as: Kautántowwìt the great Southwest God, to whose house all souls go, and

from whom came their corn, beans, as they say.

Wompanand. The Eastern God. Chekesuwànd. The Western God. Wunnanaméanit. The Northern God. Sowwanànd. The Southern God. Wetuómanit. The House God.

Even as the papists have their he and she saint protectors as St. George, St. Patrick, St. Denis, Virgin Mary, etc.

Squáuanit. The Woman’s God. Muckquachuckquànd. The Children’s God.

Obs. I was once with a native dying of a wound, given him by some mur- derous En glish who robbed him and ran him through with a rapier, from whom in the heat of his wound, he at present escaped from them, but dying of his wound, they suffered death at New Plymouth, in New En gland, this native dying called much upon Muckquachuckquànd, which of other natives I understood (as they believed) had appeared to the dying young man, many years before, and bid him whenever he was in distress call upon him.

Secondly, as they have many of these fained deities; so worship they the creatures in whom they conceive doth rest some deity:

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Keesuckquànd. The Sun God. Nanepaûshat. The Moon God. Paumpágussit. The Sea. Yotáanit. The Fire God.

Supposing that deities be in these, etc.

* * * They have a modest religious persuasion not to disturb any man, either

themselves En glish, Dutch, or any in their conscience, and worship, and therefore say:

Aquiewopwarwash. Peace, hold your peace. Aquiewopwarwock. Peeyàuntam. He is at prayer. Peeyaúntamwock. They are praying. Cowwéwonck. The soul.

Derived from cowwene to sleep, because say they, it works and operates when the body sleeps. Míchachunck, the soul, in a higher notion which is of af"nity, with a word signifying a looking glass, or clear resemblance, so that it hath its name from a clear sight or discerning, which indeed seems very well to suit with the nature of it.

Wuhóck. The body Nohòck: cohòck My body, your body Awaunkeesitteoúwincohòck: Tunna- awwa commítchichunck-

kitonckquèan? Whether goes your soul when you

die? An. Sowánakitaúwaw. It goes to the southwest.

Obs. They believe that the souls of men and women go to the southwest, their great and good men and women to Kautántowwìt, his house, where they have hopes (as the Turks have of carnal joys). Murderers, thieves and liars, their souls (say they) wander restless abroad.

Now because this book (by God’s good providence) may come into the hand of many fearing God, who may also have many an opportunity of occa- sional discourse with some of these, their wild brethren and sisters, and may speak a word for their and our glorious Maker, which may also prove some preparatory mercy to their souls: I shall propose some proper expressions concerning the creation of the world, and man’s estate, and in par tic u lar theirs also, which from myself many hundreds of times, great numbers of them have heard with great delight, and great convictions; which, who knows (in God’s holy season), may rise to the exalting of the Lord Jesus Christ in their conversion, and salvation?

Nétop Kunnatótemous. Friend, I will ask you a question. Natótema: Speak on. Tocketunnântum? What think you? Awaun Keesiteoûwin

Kéesuck? Who made the heavens?

Aûke Wechêkom? The earth, the sea? Míttauke. The world.

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Some will answer Tattá, I cannot tell, some will answer Manittôwock, the gods.

Tà suóg Maníttôwock How many gods be there? Maunarog Mishaúnawock. Many, great many. Nétop machàge. Friend, not so. Parsuck narnt manìt. There is only one God. Cuppíssittone. You are mistaken. Cowauwaúnemun. You are out of the way.

A phrase which much pleaseth them, being proper for their wandering in the woods, and similitudes greatly please them.

Kukkakótemous, wâchit quáshouwe. I will tell you, presently. Kuttaunchemókous. I will tell you news. Paûsuck narnt manit kéesittin

keesuck, etc. One only God made the heavens

etc. Napannetashèmittan naugecautúm-

monab nshque. Five thousand years ago and

upwards. Nargom narnt wukkesittínnes-

wâme teâgun. He alone made all things.

Wuche mateâg. Out of nothing. Quttatashuchuckqún- nacau-

skeesitínnes wâme. In six days He made all things.

Nquittaqúnne. The "rst day He made the light. Wuckéesitin wequâi. Néesqunne. Wuckéesitin Keésuck.

The second day He made the "rmament

Shúckqunnewuckéesitin Arke kà wechêkom

The third day He made the earth and sea.

Yóqunne wuckkéesitin Nippauus kà Naneparshat.

The fourth day He made the sun and the moon.

Neenash- mamockíuwash wêquan- antíganash.

Two great lights.

Kà wáme anócksuck. And all the stars. Napannetashúckqunne Wuckéesit

tin pussuckseésuck wâme. The "fth day He made all the

fowl. Keesuckquíuke. In the air, or heavens. Ka wáme namarsuck. Wechekom-

míuke. And all the "sh in the sea.

Quttatashúkqunne wuckkeésittin penashímwock wamè.

The sixth day He made all the beasts of the "eld.

Wuttàke wuchè wuckeesittin pau- suck Enìn, or, Eneskéetomp.

Last of all he made one man.

Wuche mishquòck. Of red earth, Ka wesuonckgonnakaûnes Adam,

túppautea mishquòck. And called him Adam, or red

earth. Wuttàke wuchè, Câwit míshquock, Then afterward, while Adam, or

red earth, slept, Wuckaudnúmmenes manìt

peetar- gon wuche Adam. God took a rib from Adam, or red

earth. Kà wuchè peteaúgon. Wukkeesitín-

nes pausuck squàw. And of that rib he made one

woman. Kà pawtouwúnnes Adâmuck And brought her to Adam.

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5. “And to you who are troubled rest with us, when the Lord Jesus shall be revealed from heaven with his mighty angels, in daming "re taking ven- geance on them that know not God, and that obey

not the gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ” (2 Thes- salonians 1.7–8). 6. See 2 Samuel 14.26 and 2 Kings 9.30.

Nawônt Adam wuttúnnawaun nup- peteâgon ewò.

When Adam saw her, he said, “This is my bone.”

Enadatashúckqunne, aquêi, The seventh day He rested, Nagaû wuchè quttatashúckqune

anacaûsuock En glishmánuck. And, therefore, En glishmen work

six days. Enadatashuckqunnóckat tauba-

tarmwock. On the seventh day they praise

God. Obs. At this relation they are much satis"ed, with a reason why (as they

observe) the En glish and Dutch, etc., labor six days, and rest and worship the seventh.

Besides, they will say, we never heard of this before: and then will relate how they have it from their fathers, that Kautántowwìt made one man and woman of a stone, which disliking, he broke them in pieces, and made another man and woman of a tree, which were the fountains of all mankind.

* * * [1.] Two sorts of men shall naked stand

Before the burning ire 2 Thes. 1.85 Of him that shortly shall appear, In dreadful daming "re.

[2.] First, millions know not God, nor for His knowledge care to seek: Millions have knowledge store, but in Obedience are not meek.

[3.] If woe to Indians, where shall Turk, Where shall appear the Jew? O, where shall stand the Christian false? O blessed then the true.

* * * from chapter xxx. of their paintings

[1.] Truth is a native, naked beauty; but Lying inventions are but Indian paints; Dissembling hearts their beauty’s but a lie. Truth is the proper beauty of God’s saints.

2. Foul are the Indians’ hair and painted faces, 5 More foul such hair, such face in Israel. En gland so calls herself, yet there’s Absalom’s foul hair and face of Jezebel.6

[3.] Paints will not bide Christ’s washing dames of "re, Feigned inventions will not bide such storms: 10 O that we may prevent him, that betimes, Repentance tears may wash off all such forms.

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1. The text used here was originally published in London in 1645 and was reprinted as no. 14  in the series Rhode Island Historical Tracts (1881). 2. In the archaic sense of not being Christian or Jewish. 3. “Typical” in the sense of symbolizing a “holy nation.” 4. 1 Peter 2.9 concerns the idea of a holy nation. “&c”: i.e., et cetera.

5. Williams says that all peoples have some mem- bers who are saved (i.e., “Christians”) and some who are not (i.e., “heathens”). He refers speci"- cally to 1 Corinthians 5:12: “For what have I to do to judge them also that are without? do not ye judge them that are within? But them that are without God judgeth. Therefore put away from among yourselves that wicked person.”

From Christenings Make Not Christians Or a Brief Discourse Concerning That Name Heathen,

Commonly Given to the Indians1

As Also Concerning that Great Point of Their Conversion

I shall "rst be humbly bold to inquire into the name heathen, which the En glish give them, & the Dutch approve and practise in their name hey- denen, signifying heathen or nations.

How oft have I heard both the En glish and Dutch (not only the civil, but the most debauched and profane) say, These heathen dogs, better kill a thou- sand of them than that we Christians should be endangered or troubled with them; better they were all cut off, & then we shall be no more troubled with them: They have spilt our Christian blood, the best way to make rid- dance of them, cut them all off, and so make way for Christians.

I shall therefore humbly entreat my country- men of all sorts to consider, that although men have used to apply this word heathen to the Indians that go naked, and have not heard of that one God, yet this word heathen is most improperly, sinfully, and unchristianly so used in this sence. The word hea- then signi"eth no more than nations or gentiles; so do our translations from the Hebrew כךים and the Greek in the Old and New Testaments pro- miscuously render these words gentiles, nations, heathens.

Why nations? Because the Jews being the only people and nation of God, esteemed (and that rightly) all other people, not only those that went naked, but the famous Babylonians, Caldeans, Medes, and Persians, Greeks and Romans, their stately cities and citizens, inferior [to] themselves, and not partakers of their glorious privileges, but ethnick,2 gentiles, heathen, or the nations of the world.

Now then we must inquire who are the people of God, his holy nation, since the coming of the Lord Jesus, and the rejection of his "rst typical holy nation, the Jews.3

It is confessed by all, that the Christians, the followers of Jesus, are now the only people of God, his holy nation, &c. ; 1. Pet. 2. 9.4

Who are then the nations, heathen, or gentiles, in opposition to this people of God? I answer, All people, civilized as well as uncivilized, even the most famous states, cities, and kingdoms of the world: For all must come within that distinction; 1. Cor. 5; within or without.5

* * * Now * * * for the hopes of conversion, and turning the people of Amer-

i ca unto God: There is no re spect of persons with him, for we are all the work of his hands; from the rising of the sun to the going down thereof, his

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6. I.e., physical resources such as churches and Bibles. “Respect”: consider. 7. Ephesians 4. 8. Williams condemns the Catholic practice of mass conversion of Natives in the Amer i cas. 9. I.e., the Christian sabbath. “The chapter . . . reli- gion”: i.e., Chapter XXI of Williams’s Key. 1. Religious ser vice.

2. Williams traces the shifting religious estab- lishments under a series of En glish monarchs, from King Henry VII (1457–1509; reigned 1485– 1509) to Queen Elizabeth I (1533–1603; reigned 1558–1603). 3. Williams alludes to the Parable of the Talents (Matthew 25.14–30).

name shall be great among the nations from the east and from the west, &c. If we re spect their sins, they are far short of Eu ro pean sinners: They neither abuse such corporal mercies,6 for they have them not; nor sin they against the Gospel light (which shines not amongst them), as the men of Eu rope do: And yet if they were greater sinners than they are, or greater sinners than the Eu ro pe ans, they are not the further from the great ocean of mercy in that re spect.

Lastly, they are intelligent, many very ingenuous, plain- hearted, inquisi- tive, and (as I said before) prepared with many convictions, &c.

Now * * * for the Catholics’ conversion, although I believe I may safely hope that God hath his in Rome, in Spain, yet if Antichrist be their false head (as most true it is) the body, faith, baptism, hope (opposite to the true; Ephes. 4.)7 are all false also; yea, consequently their preachings, conversions, salvations (leaving secret things to God) must all be of the same false nature likewise.

If the reports (yea, some of their own historians) be true, what monstrous and most inhumane conversions have they made; baptizing thousands, yea, ten thousands of the poor Natives, sometimes by wiles and subtle devices, sometimes by force compelling them to submit to that which they understood not, neither before nor after such their monstrous Christening of them.8 * * * For our New Eng land parts, I can speak uprightly and con"dently, I know it to have been easy for my self long ere this, to have brought many thousands of these Natives, yea, the whole country, to a far greater Antichris- tian conversion than ever was yet heard of in Amer i ca. I have reported some- thing in the chapter of their religion, how readily I could have brought the whole country to have observed one day in seven;9 I add to have received a baptisme (or washing), though it were in Rivers (as the "rst Christians and the Lord Jesus himself did), to have come to stated church meeting,1 main- tained priests and forms of prayer, and a whole form of Antichristian worship in life and death. Let none won der at this, for plausible persuasions in the mouths of those whom natu ral men esteem and love: for the power of prevail- ing forces and armies hath done this in all the nations (as men speak) of Christendom. Yea, what la men ta ble experience have we of the turnings and turnings of the body of this land in point of religion in [a] few years?

When Eng land was all popish under Henry the seventh, how easy is con- version wrought to half- papish half- Protestant under Henry the eighth?

From half- Protestanism half- popery under Henry the eighth, to absolute Protestanism under Edward the sixth: from absolute Protestation under Edward the sixth to absolute popery under Quen Mary, and from absolute popery under Queen Mary (just like the weathercock, with the breath of every prince), to absolute Protestanism under Queen Elizabeth &c.2

For all this, yet some may ask, why hath there been such a price in my hand not improved?3 Why have I not brought them to such a conversion as I speak of? I answer, Woe be to me if I call light darkness, or darkness light;

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sweet bitter, or bitter sweet; woe be to me if I call that conversion unto God which is indeed subversion of the souls of millions in Christendom, from one false worship to another, and the profanation of the holy name of God, his holy Son and blessed ordinances. Amer i ca (as Eu rope and all nations) lies dead in sin and trespasses: It is not a suit of crimson satin will make a dead man live; take off and change his crimson into white he is dead still; off with that, and shift him into cloth of gold, and from that to cloth of dia- monds, he is but a dead man still: For it is not a form, nor the change of one form into another, a "ner, and a "ner, and yet more "ne, that makes a man a convert; I meane such a convert as is acceptable to God in Jesus Christ, according to the vis i ble rule of his last will and testament. * * *

* * * * * * It must not be (it is not pos si ble it should be in truth) a conversion

of people to the worship of the Lord Jesus by force of arms and swords of steel: So indeed did Nebuchadnezzer deal with all the world; Dan. 3. So doth his antitype and successor the beast deal with all the Earth; Rev. 13. &c.

But so did never the Lord Jesus bring any unto his most pure worship, for he abhors (as all men, yea, the very Indians do) an unwilling spouse, and to enter into a forced bed: The will in worship, if true, is like a free vote, nec cogit, nec cogitur:4 Jesus Christ compels by the mighty persuasions of his messengers to come in, but other wise with earthly weapons he never did compel nor can be compelled.

The not discerning of this truth hath let out the blood of thousands in civil combustions in all ages; and made the whore5 drunk & the Earth drunk with the blood of the saints, and witnesses of Jesus.

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4. Neither does he compel, nor is he compelled (Latin).

5. The biblical whore of Babylon; here, the Roman Catholic Church.

ANNE BRADSTREET c. 1612–1672

A nne Bradstreet produced the "rst sustained body of poetry in British North Amer i ca. In Bradstreet’s day, many people wrote and read poetry for plea- sure, and poems were often included in prose works. (Consider John Smith’s writ- ings, Thomas Morton’s New En glish Canaan [1637], and Roger Williams’s A Key into the Language of Amer i ca [1643], which are excerpted above.) When Brad- street’s The Tenth Muse appeared in London in 1650, it became the "rst pub- lished volume of poems in En glish written by a resident of Amer i ca. It was widely read in Eng land and the colonies, notably by the New Eng land minister- poet Edward Taylor, who had a copy of the second edition of Bradstreet’s poems (1678) in his library.

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Bradstreet’s work continues to resonate with readers and writers. In the twentieth century, the American poets John Berryman, Susan Howe, and Adrienne Rich all wrote about Bradstreet and her work, inspired by her achievement. In her preface to the 1967 edition of Bradstreet’s writings, Rich captured the drama of Bradstreet’s life as a woman and a poet in the new British colonies: “To have written poems, the "rst good poems in Amer i ca, while rearing eight children, lying frequently sick, keeping house at the edge of wilderness, was to have managed a poet’s range and extension within con"nes as strict as any American poet has confronted.” These circumstances, Rich continued, “forced into concentration and permanence a gifted energy that might, in another context, have spent itself in other, less enduring, directions.”

Bradstreet’s social position helped mitigate the “con"nes” that Rich described, and her En glish education provided intellectual resources that fueled her achieve- ment. Her father, Thomas Dudley, man ag er of the country estate of the Puritan earl of Lincoln, enabled his daughter to receive an education superior to that of most young women of the time, including training in the classics. As a young girl, Bradstreet wrote poems to please her father. Her earliest surviving poems engage with such major literary works as Sir Walter Raleigh’s History of the World (1614), as well as the writings of the leading En glish poets Sir Philip Sidney and Edmund Spenser and the French Protestant poet Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas.

At sixteen she married Simon Bradstreet, a recent gradu ate of Cambridge Univer- sity, who worked with Thomas Dudley. She continued to write poetry after their marriage. Simon assisted in preparing the Mas sa chu setts Bay Com pany for its departure for Amer i ca, and in 1630 the Bradstreets and the Dudleys sailed with John Winthrop’s deet. Bradstreet writes that when she "rst “came into this coun- try” she “found a new world and new manners,” at which her “heart rose” in re sis- tance. “But after I was convinced it was the way of God, I submitted to it and joined the church at Boston.”

Bradstreet’s new circumstances posed many challenges and physical trials. As a child, she had endured a bout of rheumatic fever, which led to recurrent periods of severe fatigue. Even so, she eventually bore eight children. Simon’s travels and her family’s prominence doubtless placed demands on her as well. Her father served several terms as the Bay colony’s governor and held other public of"ces. Her husband, who was secretary to the com pany and later governor of the colony, was involved in numerous diplomatic missions that took him away from home, including an extended trip to Eng land in 1661. The frequent absence of her husband was one challenge among many. In 1666, she lost most of her worldly possessions when her house burned. She may also have lost manuscripts in the "re.

Like any good Puritan, Bradstreet routinely examined her conscience and wres- tled to make sense of events, such as the house "re, in relation to a divine plan. According to one of the “Meditations” Bradstreet wrote for her children, she was troubled many times about the truth of the Scriptures, she never saw any convinc- ing miracles, and she always wondered if the miracles she read about “ were feigned.” Eventually she came to believe that her eyes gave her the best evidence of God’s existence. She is the "rst in a long line of American poets who took their consola- tion not from theology but from, as she wrote, the “wondrous works, that I see, the vast frame of the heaven and the earth, the order of all things, night and day, sum- mer and winter, spring and autumn, the daily providing for this great house hold upon the earth, the preserving and directing of all to its proper end.”

Bradstreet’s poems circulated in manuscript until, without her knowledge, her brother- in- law John Woodbridge had them printed in London as The Tenth Muse, Lately Sprung Up in Amer i ca (1650). Bradstreet expressed her ambivalence about the print publication of her work in the poem “The Author to Her Book,” which she seems to have written in connection with a proposed second edition of The Tenth Muse. That volume was published posthumously, in Boston, as Several Poems Com-

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1. Humble. 2. Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas (1544– 1590), a French Protestant writer much admired by the Puritans. He was most famous as the author of The Divine Weeks, an epic poem recounting great moments in Christian history.

3. In Greek my thol ogy, the nine goddesses of the arts and sciences. “Fool”: i.e., like a fool. 4. Accord, harmony of sound. 5. The ancient Greek orator De mos the nes con- quered a speech defect.

piled with Great Wit and Learning (1678). This edition shows the growing induence of the Bay Psalm Book on Bradstreet’s prosody and diction, and it includes a number of new poems in a more lyrical or elegiac vein that contrasts with her early works on public and philosophical themes. The more intimate poems highlight her concern for her family and home and reveal the pleasures that she took in everyday life.

The following texts are from The Works of Anne Bradstreet (1967), edited by Jean- nine Hensley.

The Prologue

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To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings, Of cities founded, commonwealths begun, For my mean1 pen are too superior things: Or how they all, or each their dates have run Let poets and historians set these forth, 5 My obscure lines shall not so dim their worth.

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But when my wond’ring eyes and envious heart Great Bartas’2 sugared lines do but read o’er, Fool I do grudge the Muses3 did not part ’Twixt him and me that overduent store; 10 A Bartas can do what a Bartas will But simple I according to my skill.

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From schoolboy’s tongue no rhet’ric we expect, Nor yet a sweet consort4 from broken strings, Nor perfect beauty where’s a main defect: 15 My foolish, broken, blemished Muse so sings, And this to mend, alas, no art is able, ’Cause nature made it so irreparable.

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Nor can I, like that duent sweet tongued Greek, Who lisped at "rst, in future times speak plain.5 20 By art he gladly found what he did seek, A full requital of his striving pain. Art can do much, but this maxim’s most sure: A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.

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I am obnoxious to each carping tongue 25 Who says my hand a needle better "ts, A poet’s pen all scorn I should thus wrong, For such despite they cast on female wits: If what I do prove well, it won’t advance, They’ll say it’s stol’n, or else it was by chance. 30

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But sure the antique Greeks were far more mild Else of our sex, why feigned they those nine And poesy made Calliope’s6 own child; So ’mongst the rest they placed the arts divine: But this weak knot they will full soon untie. 35 The Greeks did nought, but play the fools and lie.

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Let Greeks be Greeks, and women what they are; Men have precedency and still excel, It is but vain unjustly to wage war; Men can do best, and women know it well 40 Preeminence in all and each is yours; Yet grant some small acknowl edgment of ours.

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And oh ye high down quills7 that soar the skies, And ever with your prey still catch your praise, If e’er you deign these lowly lines your eyes 45 Give thyme or parsley wreath, I ask no bays;8 This mean and unre"ned ore of mine Will make your glist’ring gold but more to shine.

1650

In Honor of That High and Mighty Princess Queen Elizabeth1 of Happy Memory

The Proem2

Although, great Queen, thou now in silence lie, Yet thy loud herald Fame doth to the sky

6. The muse of epic poetry. 7. Pens. 8. Garlands of laurel, used to crown a poet.

1. Elizabeth I (1533–1603), queen of Eng land, ascended to the throne in 1558. 2. Prelude.

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3. Enraptures. 4. Loud. “Hecatombs”: sacri"cial offerings of one hundred beasts, made in ancient Greece. 5. An elaborate framework erected over a royal tomb, to which verses or epitaphs were attached. 6. William Camden (1551–1623) wrote Annales, translated in 1630 as The History of the Most Renowned and Victorious Princess Elizabeth. “No Phoenix pen”: perhaps a reference to the En glish poet Sir Philip Sidney (1554–1586), the subject of one of Bradstreet’s poems, but she may also be referring to any immortal poet’s work. (The phoenix is a mythological bird that dies in dames and rises from its ashes.) “Spenser’s”: Edmund Spenser (c. 1552–1599), author of The Faerie Queen (1590, 1596), whose title honors

Elizabeth. “Speed’s”: John Speed (1552?–1629), author of Historie of Great Britain (1611). 7. Reduce to manageable space. 8. Elizabeth I reigned for forty- four years. “Olympiads”: four- year intervals between Olym- pic games; in ancient Greece, dates were calcu- lated by them. 9. King (Latin). 1. Philip II (1527–1598) was Spain’s monarch when Queen Elizabeth’s navy defeated his “host” (the many ships of the Spanish Armada) in 1588. 2. A law of the Salian Franks that excluded women from succession to the French Crown. 3. Learned men. 4. I.e., never- "nished course. 5. I.e., Earth has a new face each spring.

Thy wondrous worth proclaim in every clime, And so hath vowed while there is world or time. So great’s thy glory and thine excellence, 5 The sound thereof rapts3 every human sense, That men account it no impiety, To say thou wert a deshly deity. Thousands bring offerings (though out of date) Thy world of honors to accumulate; 10 ’Mongst hundred hecatombs of roaring4 verse, Mine bleating stands before thy royal hearse.5 Thou never didst nor canst thou now disdain T’ accept the tribute of a loyal brain. Thy clemency did erst esteem as much 15 The acclamations of the poor as rich, Which makes me deem my rudeness is no wrong, Though I resound thy praises ’mongst the throng.

The Poem

No Phoenix pen, nor Spenser’s poetry, No Speed’s nor Camden’s learned history,6 20 Eliza’s works, wars, praise, can e’er compact;7 The world’s the theatre where she did act. No memories nor volumes can contain The ’leven Olympiads of her happy reign.8 Who was so good, so just, so learn’d, so wise, 25 From all the kings on earth she won the prize. Nor say I more than duly is her due, Millions will testify that this is true. She hath wiped off th’ aspersion of her sex, That women wisdom lack to play the rex.9 30 Spain’s monarch, says not so, nor yet his host; She taught them better manners, to their cost.1 The Salic law,2 in force now had not been, If France had ever hoped for such a queen. But can you, doctors,3 now this point dispute, 35 She’s argument enough to make you mute. Since "rst the Sun did run his ne’er run race,4 And earth had, once a year, a new old face,5

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6. Disturbances. 7. Don Antonio of Crato (1531–1595), who laid claim to the Portuguese throne. 8. Henri IV (1553–1610), Protestant king of France. 9. A reference to the Netherlands, whose national assembly was called the States General. Elizabeth I came to their aid in the wars against Spain. 1. Female warrior. 2. The Irish chieftain Hugh O’Neill (c. 1540– 1616), second earl of Tyrone, was defeated by En glish forces in 1601. 3. The Roman goddess of war, wisdom, chastity, the arts, and justice; in Greece, known as Pallas Athena. 4. Unknown land (Latin). 5. Robert Devereux (1566–1601), second earl of Essex, captured the Spanish port Cadiz, near the legendary Pillars of Hercules at Gibraltar, in 1596. Essex was the patron of the poet Edmund Spenser, who famously declared that the con-

queror’s name “through all Spain did thunder, / And Hercules’ two pillars, standing hear, / Did make to quake and fear.” “Drake”: the explorer Sir Francis Drake (1540?–1596) brought back to Eng land Spanish gold from Chile and Peru. 6. Late- ninth- century queen of Assyria, said to have built Babylon. 7. The tower of Babel was built to win fame for its builders (Genesis 11). 8. Tomyris was queen of the Massagetae, a Scythian tribe, whose armies defeated Cyrus the Great of Persia in 529 b.c.e. According to some accounts, Tomyris had Cyrus beheaded and his head thrown into a pot of blood because it was a "tting end to a bloodthirsty man. 9. In 1588, anticipating a Spanish invasion, Eliza- beth I reportedly addressed the En glish troops at Tilbury, on the north bank of the Thames River, dressed like the mythological female warriors known as Amazons and wearing a silver breast- plate.

Since time was time, and man unmanly man, Come show me such a Phoenix if you can. 40 Was ever people better ruled than hers? Was ever land more happy freed from stirs?6 Did ever wealth in Eng land more abound? Her victories in foreign coasts resound; Ships more invincible than Spain’s, her foe, 45 She wracked, she sacked, she sunk his Armado; Her stately troops advanced to Lisbon’s wall, Don Anthony7 in’s right there to install. She frankly helped Frank’s brave distressed king;8 The states united9 now her fame do sing. 50 She their protectrix was; they well do know Unto our dread virago,1 what they owe. Her nobles sacri"ced their noble blood, Nor men nor coin she spared to do them good. The rude untamed Irish, she did quell, 55 Before her picture the proud Tyrone fell.2 Had ever prince such counsellors as she? Herself Minerva3 caused them so to be. Such captains and such soldiers never seen, As were the subjects of our Pallas queen. 60 Her seamen through all straits the world did round; Terra incognita4 might know the sound. Her Drake came laden home with Spanish gold; Her Essex took Cadiz, their Herculean hold.5 But time would fail me, so my tongue would too, 65 To tell of half she did, or she could do. Semiramis6 to her is but obscure, More infamy than fame she did procure. She built her glory but on Babel’s walls,7 World’s won der for a while, but yet it falls. 70 Fierce Tomris (Cyrus’ headsman) Scythians’ queen,8 Had put her harness off, had she but seen Our Amazon in th’ Camp of Tilbury,9 Judging all valor and all majesty

1. The Latin poet Virgil (70–19 b.c.e.), in book 4 of his Aeneid, tells the tale of the fabled queen of Carthage and her self- immolation after she was abandoned by Aeneas. 2. In Greek, Cleopatra— the name of the famous, licentious Egyptian queen (69–30 b.c.e.)— means “glory to the father.” Bradstreet extends the meaning to “fatherland.” 3. Queen of Palmyra, Syria, famous for her wars of expansion and defeated by the Roman emperor Aurelian in 273. 4. The Hippocrene spring—on Mount Helicon, home of the Muses— was the source of poetic inspiration.

5. The Latin poets’ name for the sun god. 6. “And I saw a new heaven and a new earth: for the "rst heaven and the "rst earth were passed away; and there was no more sea” (Revelation 21.1). 7. Eng land. 8. Queen Elizabeth’s father, Henry VIII (1491– 1547), descended from the House of Lancaster, iden- ti"ed with the symbol of the red rose; her mother, Anne Boleyn (1507?–1536), was from the House of York, identi"ed with a white rose. The two houses were at war with each other for many years. Brad- street suggests that the damask rose of Elizabeth is formed by the intermingling of these two colors.

Within that princess to have residence, 75 And prostrate yielded to her excellence. Dido, "rst foundress of proud Carthage walls1 (Who living consummates her funerals), A great Eliza, but compared with ours, How vanisheth her glory, wealth, and powers. 80 Profuse, proud Cleopatra, whose wrong name,2 Instead of glory, proved her country’s shame, Of her what worth in stories to be seen, But that she was a rich Egyptian queen. Zenobya,3 potent empress of the East, 85 And of all these without compare the best, Whom none but great Aurelius could quell; Yet for our Queen is no "t parallel. She was a Phoenix queen, so shall she be, Her ashes not revived, more Phoenix she. 90 Her personal perfections, who would tell Must dip his pen in th’ Heleconian well,4 Which I may not, my pride doth but aspire To read what others write and so admire. Now say, have women worth? or have they none? 95 Or had they some, but with our Queen is’t gone? Nay masculines, you have thus taxed us long, But she, though dead, will vindicate our wrong. Let such as say our sex is void of reason, Know ’tis a slander now but once was treason. 100 But happy Eng land which had such a queen; Yea happy, happy, had those days still been. But happiness lies in a higher sphere, Then won der not Eliza moves not here. Full fraught with honor, riches and with days 105 She set, she set, like Titan5 in his rays. No more shall rise or set so glorious sun Until the heaven’s great revolution;6 If then new things their old forms shall retain, Eliza shall rule Albion7 once again. 110

Her Epitaph

Here sleeps the queen, this is the royal bed Of th’ damask rose, sprung from the white and red,8

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1. I.e., a founder of the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony. 2. I.e., estate; position in life.

Whose sweet perfume "lls the all- "lling air. This rose is withered, once so lovely fair. On neither tree did grow such rose before, 115 The greater was our gain, our loss the more.

Another

Here lies the pride of queens, pattern of kings, So blaze it, Fame, here’s feathers for thy wings. Here lies the envied, yet unparalleled prince, Whose living virtues speak (though dead long since). 120 If many worlds, as that fantastic framed, In every one be her great glory famed.

1643 1650

To the Memory of My Dear and Ever Honored Father Thomas Dudley Esq. Who Deceased, July 31, 1653, and of His Age 77

By duty bound and not by custom led To celebrate the praises of the dead, My mournful mind, sore pressed, in trembling verse Pres ents my lamentations at his hearse, Who was my father, guide, instructor too, 5 To whom I ought what ever I could do. Nor is’t relation near my hand shall tie; For who more cause to boast his worth than I? Who heard or saw, observed or knew him better? Or who alive than I a greater debtor? 10 Let malice bite and envy gnaw its "ll, He was my father, and I’ll praise him still. Nor was his name or life led so obscure That pity might some trumpeters procure Who after death might make him falsely seem 15 Such as in life no man could justly deem. Well known and loved, where e’er he lived, by most Both in his native and in foreign coast, These to the world his merits could make known, So needs no testimonial from his own; 20 But now or never I must pay my sum; While others tell his worth, I’ll not be dumb. One of Found ers, thy1 him New Eng land know, Who stayed thy feeble sides when thou wast low, Who spent his state,2 his strength and years with care 25 That after- comers in them might have share. True patriot of this little commonweal, Who is’t can tax thee aught, but for thy zeal? Truth’s friend thou wert, to errors still a foe,

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3. Though. 4. Gray- haired.

5. Hammer or club. “Sectaries”: opposing believers. 6. Store house.

Which caused apostates to malign so. 30 Thy love to true religion e’er shall shine; My father’s God, be God of me and mine. Upon the earth he did not build his nest, But as a pilgrim, what he had, possessed. High thoughts he gave no harbor in his heart, 35 Nor honors puffed him up when he had part; Those titles loathed, which some too much do love, For truly his ambition lay above. His humble mind so loved humility, He left it to his race for legacy; 40 And oft and oft with speeches mild and wise Gave his in charge that jewel rich to prize. No ostentation seen in all his ways, An3 in the mean ones of our foolish days, Which all they have and more still set to view, 45 Their greatness may be judged by what they shew. His thoughts were more sublime, his actions wise, Such vanities he justly did despise. Nor won der ’twas, low things ne’er much did move For he a mansion had, prepared above, 50 For which he sighed and prayed and longed full sore He might be clothed upon for evermore. Oft spake of death, and with a smiling cheer He did exult his end was drawing near; Now fully ripe, as shock of wheat that’s grown, 55 Death as a sickle hath him timely mown, And in celestial barn hath housed him high, Where storms, nor show’rs, nor aught can damnify. His generation served, his labors cease; And to his fathers gathered is in peace. 60 Ah happy soul, ’mongst saints and angels blest, Who after all his toil is now at rest. His hoary4 head in righ teousness was found; As joy in heaven, on earth let praise resound. Forgotten never be his memory, 65 His blessing rest on his posterity; His pious footsteps, followed by his race, At last will bring us to that happy place Where we with joy each other’s face shall see, And parted more by death shall never be. 70

His Epitaph

Within this tomb a patriot lies That was both pious, just, and wise, To truth a shield, to right a wall, To sectaries a whip and maul,5 A magazine6 of history, 75

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1. The capital that yields interest. 2. “Stock” and “bond” include puns on “worth” and “contract,” respectively, in their emotional and "nancial senses.

3. The smallest pos si ble denomination. 1. Apollo, the Greek and Roman sun god. 2. Knew.

A prizer of good com pany, In manners pleasant and severe; The good him loved, the bad did fear, And when his time with years was spent, If some rejoiced, more did lament. 80

1867

To Her Father with Some Verses

Most truly honored, and as truly dear, If worth in me or aught I do appear, Who can of right better demand the same Than may your worthy self from whom it came? The principal1 might yield a greater sum, 5 Yet handled ill, amounts but to this crumb; My stock’s so small I know not how to pay, My bond2 remains in force unto this day; Yet for part payment take this simple mite,3 Where nothing’s to be had, kings lose their right. 10 Such is my debt I may not say forgive, But as I can, I’ll pay it while I live; Such is my bond, none can discharge but I, Yet paying is not paid until I die.

1678

Contemplations

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Some time now past in the autumnal tide, When Phoebus1 wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Were gilded o’er by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seemed painted, but was true, 5 Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hue; Rapt were my senses at this delectable view.

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I wist2 not what to wish, yet sure thought I, If so much excellence abide below, How excellent is He that dwells on high, 10 Whose power and beauty by His works we know?

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3. Furnished, adorned. 4. The sun “is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a

race” (Psalm 19.5). 5. I.e., as well as plant life. 6. I.e., I know the feeling of (the sun).

Sure He is goodness, wisdom, glory, light, That hath this under world so richly dight;3 More heaven than earth was here, no winter and no night.

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Then on a stately oak I cast mine eye, 15 Whose rufding top the clouds seemed to aspire; How long since thou wast in thine infancy? Thy strength, and stature, more thy years admire, Hath hundred winters past since thou wast born? Or thousand since thou brakest thy shell of horn? 20 If so, all these as nought, eternity doth scorn.

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Then higher on the glistering Sun I gazed, Whose beams was shaded by the leafy tree; The more I looked, the more I grew amazed, And softly said, “What glory’s like to thee?” 25 Soul of this world, this universe’s eye, No won der some made thee a deity; Had I not better known, alas, the same had I.

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Thou as a bridegroom from thy chamber rushes, And as a strong man, joys to run a race;4 30 The morn doth usher thee with smiles and blushes; The Earth redects her glances in thy face. Birds, insects, animals with vegative,5 Thy heat from death and dullness doth revive, And in the darksome womb of fruitful nature dive. 35

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Thy swift annual and diurnal course, Thy daily straight and yearly oblique path, Thy pleasing fervor and thy scorching force, All mortals here the feeling knowledge hath.6 Thy presence makes it day, thy absence night, 40 Quaternal seasons causéd by thy might: Hail creature, full of sweetness, beauty, and delight.

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Art thou so full of glory that no eye Hath strength thy shining rays once to behold?

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7. Either. 8. Amazed. 9. Short lyric or narrative poems intended to be sung. 1. I.e., those who.

2. Apprehension, the pro cesses of thought. 3. Thought to have lived 969 years (Genesis 5.27). 4. Slave. For the story of Adam and Eve in Eden, where they ate the apple from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, see Genesis 1–3.

And is thy splendid throne erect so high, 45 As to approach it, can no earthly mold? How full of glory then must thy Creator be, Who gave this bright light luster unto thee? Admired, adored for ever, be that Majesty.

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Silent alone, where none or7 saw, or heard, 50 In pathless paths I lead my wand’ring feet, My humble eyes to lofty skies I reared To sing some song, my mazéd8 Muse thought meet. My great Creator I would magnify, That nature had thus decked liberally; 55 But Ah, and Ah, again, my imbecility!

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I heard the merry grasshopper then sing. The black- clad cricket bear a second part; They kept one tune and played on the same string, Seeming to glory in their little art. 60 Shall creatures abject thus their voices raise And in their kind resound their Maker’s praise Whilst I, as mute, can warble forth no higher lays?9

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When pres ent times look back to ages past, And men in being fancy those1 are dead, 65 It makes things gone perpetually to last, And calls back months and years that long since ded. It makes a man more aged in conceit2 Than was Methuselah,3 or’s grandsire great, While of their persons and their acts his mind doth treat. 70

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Sometimes in Eden fair he seems to be, Sees glorious Adam there made lord of all, Fancies the apple, dangle on the tree, That turned his sovereign to a naked thrall.4 Who like a miscreant’s driven from that place, 75 To get his bread with pain and sweat of face, A penalty imposed on his backsliding race.

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5. Fortune, circumstances. As an adult, Eve’s elder son, Cain, slew his brother, Abel (Genesis 4.8). 6. Satan. 7. Animals fattened for slaughter.

8.  I.e., at a (holy) tribunal; facing God’s judg- ment. 9. An unidenti"ed region east of Eden where Cain dwelled after slaying Abel (Genesis 4.16).

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Here sits our grandame in retired place, And in her lap her bloody Cain new- born; The weeping imp oft looks her in the face, 80 Bewails his unknown hap5 and fate forlorn; His mother sighs to think of Paradise, And how she lost her bliss to be more wise, Believing him that was, and is, father of lies.6

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Here Cain and Abel come to sacri"ce, 85 Fruits of the earth and fatlings7 each do bring. On Abel’s gift the "re descends from skies, But no such sign on false Cain’s offering; With sullen hateful looks he goes his ways, Hath thousand thoughts to end his brother’s days, 90 Upon whose blood his future good he hopes to raise.

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There Abel keeps his sheep, no ill he thinks; His brother comes, then acts his fratricide: The virgin Earth of blood her "rst draught drinks, But since that time she often hath been cloyed. 95 The wretch with ghastly face and dreadful mind Thinks each he sees will serve him in his kind, Though none on earth but kindred near then could he "nd.

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Who fancies not his looks now at the bar,8 His face like death, his heart with horror fraught, 100 Nor malefactor ever felt like war, When deep despair with wish of life hath fought, Branded with guilt and crushed with treble woes, A vagabond to Land of Nod9 he goes. A city builds, that walls might him secure from foes. 105

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Who thinks not oft upon the father’s ages, Their long descent, how nephew’s sons they saw, The starry observations of those sages, And how their precepts to their sons were law, How Adam sighed to see his progeny, 110

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1. Neither.

Clothed all in his black sinful livery, Who neither guilt nor yet the punishment could dy.

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Our life compare we with their length of days Who to the tenth of theirs doth now arrive? And though thus short, we shorten many ways, 115 Living so little while we are alive; In eating, drinking, sleeping, vain delight So unawares comes on perpetual night, And puts all pleasures vain unto eternal dight.

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When I behold the heavens as in their prime, 120 And then the earth (though old) still clad in green, The stones and trees, insensible of time, Nor1 age nor wrinkle on their front are seen; If winter come and greenness then do fade, A spring returns, and they more youthful made; 125 But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he’s laid.

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By birth more noble than those creatures all, Yet seems by nature and by custom cursed, No sooner born, but grief and care makes fall That state obliterate he had at "rst; 130 Nor youth, nor strength, nor wisdom spring again, Nor habitations long their names retain, But in oblivion to the "nal day remain.

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Shall I then praise the heavens, the trees, the earth Because their beauty and their strength last longer? 135 Shall I wish there, or never to had birth, Because they’re bigger, and their bodies stronger? Nay, they shall darken, perish, fade, and die, And when unmade, so ever shall they lie, But man was made for endless immortality. 140

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Under the cooling shadow of a stately elm Close sat I by a goodly river’s side, Where gliding streams the rocks did overwhelm, A lonely place, with pleasures digni"ed.

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2. Dif"culties. 3. Anything. 4. I.e., the sea, home of the sea nymph Thetis.

5. Roman god of the ocean. “Eftsoon”: soon after- ward.

I once that loved the shady woods so well, 145 Now thought the rivers did the trees excel, And if the sun would ever shine, there would I dwell.

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While on the stealing stream I "xt mine eye, Which to the longed- for ocean held its course, I marked, nor crooks, nor rubs,2 that there did lie 150 Could hinder aught,3 but still augment its force. “O happy dood,” quoth I, “that holds thy race Till thou arrive at thy beloved place, Nor is it rocks or shoals that can obstruct thy pace,

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Nor is’t enough, that thou alone mayst slide 155 But hundred brooks in thy clear waves do meet, So hand in hand along with thee they glide To Thetis’ house,4 where all embrace and greet. Thou emblem true of what I count the best, O could I lead my rivulets to rest, 160 So may we press to that vast mansion, ever blest.”

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Ye "sh, which in this liquid region ’bide, That for each season have your habitation, Now salt, now fresh where you think best to glide To unknown coasts to give a visitation, 165 In lakes and ponds you leave your numerous fry; So nature taught, and yet you know not why, You wat’ry folk that know not your felicity.

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Look how the wantons frisk to taste the air, Then to the colder bottom straight they dive; 170 Eftsoon to Neptune’s5 glassy hall repair To see what trade they great ones there do drive, Who forage o’er the spacious sea- green "eld, And take the trembling prey before it yield, Whose armor is their scales, their spreading "ns their shield. 175

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While musing thus with contemplation fed, And thousand fancies buzzing in my brain,

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6. I.e., the nightingale. In Greek my thol ogy, Philomela, the daughter of King Attica, was transformed into a nightingale after her brother- in- law raped her and tore out her tongue.

7. I.e., excruciating, painful. 8. Anticipate. 9. Transformation.

The sweet- tongued Philomel6 perched o’er my head And chanted forth a most melodious strain Which rapt me so with won der and delight, 180 I judged my hearing better than my sight, And wished me wings with her a while to take my dight.

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“O merry Bird,” said I, “that fears no snares, That neither toils nor hoards up in thy barn, Feels no sad thoughts nor cruciating7 cares 185 To gain more good or shun what might thee harm. Thy clothes ne’er wear, thy meat is everywhere, Thy bed a bough, thy drink the water clear, Reminds not what is past, nor what’s to come dost fear.”

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“The dawning morn with songs thou dost prevent,8 190 Sets hundred notes unto thy feathered crew, So each one tunes his pretty instrument, And warbling out the old, begin anew, And thus they pass their youth in summer season, Then follow thee into a better region, 195 Where winter’s never felt by that sweet airy legion.”

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Man at the best a creature frail and vain, In knowledge ignorant, in strength but weak, Subject to sorrows, losses, sickness, pain, Each storm his state, his mind, his body break, 200 From some of these he never "nds cessation, But day or night, within, without, vexation, Trou bles from foes, from friends, from dearest, near’st relation.

30

And yet this sinful creature, frail and vain, This lump of wretchedness, of sin and sorrow, 205 This weatherbeaten vessel wracked with pain, Joys not in hope of an eternal morrow; Nor all his losses, crosses, and vexation, In weight, in frequency and long duration Can make him deeply groan for that divine translation.9 210

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1. Destroyer. 2. Vanity. “Parts”: features. “Ports”: places of refuge. 3. “To him that overcometh will I give to eat of the hidden manna and will give him a white

stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth saving he that receiveth it” (Revelation 2.17). “Scape”: escape. 1. In Latin, lacrima means “tear.”

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The mari ner that on smooth waves doth glide Sings merrily and steers his bark with ease, As if he had command of wind and tide, And now become great master of the seas: But suddenly a storm spoils all the sport, 215 And makes him long for a more quiet port, Which ’gainst all adverse winds may serve for fort.

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So he that saileth in this world of plea sure, Feeding on sweets, that never bit of th’ sour, That’s full of friends, of honor, and of trea sure, 220 Fond fool, he takes this earth ev’n for heav’n’s bower. But sad afdiction comes and makes him see Here’s neither honor, wealth, nor safety; Only above is found all with security.

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O Time the fatal wrack1 of mortal things, 225 That draws oblivion’s curtains over kings; Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not, Their names without a rec ord are forgot, Their parts, their ports, their pomp’s2 all laid in th’ dust Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings scape time’s rust; 230 But he whose name is graved in the white stone3 Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.

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The Flesh and the Spirit

In secret place where once I stood Close by the banks of Lacrim1 dood, I heard two sisters reason on Things that are past and things to come; One Flesh was called, who had her eye 5 On worldly wealth and vanity; The other Spirit, who did rear Her thoughts unto a higher sphere: Sister, quoth Flesh, what liv’st thou on, Nothing but meditation? 10

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2. Thought. 3. Fool. “Art fancy sick”: i.e., do you have hallu- cinations? 4. Monuments. 5. Unrepentant, unsaved.

6. In Puritan theology, humankind was lost to sin after the fall of “old Adam,” but was redeemed by the sacri"ce of the “new Adam,” Jesus Christ. 7. Exhibitions, displays.

Doth contemplation feed thee so Regardlessly to let earth go? Can speculation satisfy Notion2 without real ity? Dost dream of things beyond the moon, 15 And dost thou hope to dwell there soon? Hast trea sures there laid up in store That all in th’ world thou count’st but poor? Art fancy sick, or turned a sot3 To catch at shadows which are not? 20 Come, come, I’ll show unto thy sense, Industry hath its recompense. What canst desire, but thou may’st see True substance in variety? Dost honor like? Acquire the same, 25 As some to their immortal fame, And trophies4 to thy name erect Which wearing time shall ne’er deject. For riches doth thou long full sore? Behold enough of precious store. 30 Earth hath more silver, pearls, and gold, Than eyes can see or hands can hold. Affect’s thou plea sure? Take thy "ll, Earth hath enough of what you will. Then let not go, what thou may’st "nd 35 For things unknown, only in mind.

Spirit: Be still thou unregenerate5 part, Disturb no more my settled heart, For I have vowed (and so will do) Thee as a foe still to pursue. 40 And combat with thee will and must, Until I see thee laid in th’ dust. Sisters we are, yea, twins we be, Yet deadly feud ’twixt thee and me; For from one father are we not, 45 Thou by old Adam6 wast begot. But my arise is from above, Whence my dear Father I do love. Thou speak’st me fair, but hat’st me sore, Thy datt’ring shows7 I’ll trust no more. 50 How oft thy slave, hast thou me made, When I believed what thou hast said, And never had more cause of woe Than when I did what thou bad’st do. I’ll stop mine ears at these thy charms, 55 And count them for my deadly harms.

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8. In classical times, a crown of laurel was a sign of victory for poets, heroes, and athletes. 9. The food sent by God to the Israelites in the wilderness (Exodus 16.15).

1. Lines 85 to 106 follow the description of the heavenly city of the New Jerusalem in Revelation 21–22.

Thy sinful pleasures I do hate, Thy riches are to me no bait, Thine honors do, nor will I love; For my ambition lies above. 60 My greatest honor it shall be When I am victor over thee, And triumph shall with laurel head,8 When thou my captive shalt be led, How I do live, thou need’st not scoff, 65 For I have meat thou know’st not of; The hidden manna9 I do eat, The word of life it is my meat. My thoughts do yield me more content Than can thy hours in plea sure spent. 70 Nor are they shadows which I catch, Nor fancies vain at which I snatch, But reach at things that are so high, Beyond thy dull capacity: Eternal substance I do see, 75 With which enrichéd I would be. Mine eye doth pierce the heavens and see What is invisible to thee. My garments are not silk nor gold, Nor such like trash which earth doth hold, 80 But royal robes I shall have on, More glorious than the glist’ring sun; My crown not diamonds, pearls, and gold, But such as angels’ heads enfold. The city1 where I hope to dwell, 85 There’s none on earth can parallel; The stately walls both high and strong, Are made of precious jasper stone; The gates of pearl, both rich and clear, And angels are for porters there; 90 The streets thereof transparent gold, Such as no eye did e’er behold; A crystal river there doth run, Which doth proceed from the Lamb’s throne. Of life, there are the waters sure, 95 Which shall remain forever pure, Nor sun, nor moon, they have no need, For glory doth from God proceed. No candle there, nor yet torchlight, For there shall be no darksome night. 100 From sickness and in"rmity For evermore they shall be free; Nor withering age shall e’er come there,

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1. Bradstreet is thought to have written this poem in 1666, when the second edition of The Tenth Muse was contemplated.

2. I.e., metrical feet; thus to smooth out the lines. 3. The common people.

But beauty shall be bright and clear; This city pure is not for thee, 105 For things unclean there shall not be. If I of heaven may have my "ll, Take thou the world and all that will.

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The Author to Her Book1

Thou ill- formed offspring of my feeble brain, Who after birth didst by my side remain, Till snatched from thence by friends, less wise than true, Who thee abroad, exposed to public view, Made thee in rags, halting to th’ press to trudge, 5 Where errors were not lessened (all may judge). At thy return my blushing was not small, My rambling brat (in print) should mother call, I cast thee by as one un"t for light, Thy visage was so irksome in my sight; 10 Yet being mine own, at length affection would Thy blemishes amend, if so I could: I washed thy face, but more defects I saw, And rubbing off a spot still made a daw. I stretched thy joints to make thee even feet,2 15 Yet still thou run’st more hobbling than is meet; In better dress to trim thee was my mind, But nought save homespun cloth i’ th’ house I "nd. In this array ’mongst vulgars3 may’st thou roam. In critic’s hands beware thou dost not come, 20 And take thy way where yet thou art not known; If for thy father asked, say thou hadst none; And for thy mother, she alas is poor, Which caused her thus to send thee out of door.

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Before the Birth of One of Her Children

All things within this fading world hath end, Adversity doth still our joys attend; No ties so strong, no friends so dear and sweet, But with death’s parting blow is sure to meet. The sentence past is most irrevocable, 5

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1. I.e., stepmother’s.

A common thing, yet oh, inevitable. How soon, my Dear, death may my steps attend, How soon’t may be thy lot to lose thy friend, We both are ignorant, yet love bids me These farewell lines to recommend to thee, 10 That when that knot’s untied that made us one, I may seem thine, who in effect am none. And if I see not half my days that’s due, What nature would, God grant to yours and you; The many faults that well you know I have 15 Let be interred in my oblivious grave; If any worth or virtue were in me, Let that live freshly in thy memory And when thou feel’st no grief, as I no harms, Yet love thy dead, who long lay in thine arms, 20 And when thy loss shall be repaid with gains Look to my little babes, my dear remains. And if thou love thyself, or loved’st me, These O protect from stepdame’s1 injury. And if chance to thine eyes shall bring this verse, 25 With some sad sighs honor my absent hearse; And kiss this paper for thy love’s dear sake, Who with salt tears this last farewell did take.

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To My Dear and Loving Husband

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee; If ever wife was happy in a man, Compare with me, ye women, if you can. I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold 5 Or all the riches that the East doth hold. My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor ought but love from thee, give recompense. Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray. 10 Then while we live, in love let’s so persevere That when we live no more, we may live ever.

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1. Ware house. 2. Ipswich, Mas sa chu setts. Her husband may have been in Eng land when she wrote this poem. 3. Capricorn, the tenth of the twelve signs of the zodiac, represents winter. “Sol”: sun.

4. Cancer, the fourth sign of the zodiac, repre- sents summer. 1. Lacks. “Hind”: female deer. “Hartless” puns on hart (male deer) and heart.

A Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment

My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay, more, My joy, my magazine1 of earthly store, If two be one, as surely thou and I, How stayest thou there, whilst I at Ipswich lie?2 So many steps, head from the heart to sever, 5 If but a neck, soon should we be together. I, like the Earth this season, mourn in black, My Sun is gone so far in’s zodiac, Whom whilst I ’ joyed, nor storms, nor frost I felt, His warmth such frigid colds did cause to melt. 10 My chilled limbs now numbed lie forlorn; Return, return, sweet Sol, from Capricorn;3 In this dead time, alas, what can I more Than view those fruits which through thy heat I bore? Which sweet contentment yield me for a space, 15 True living pictures of their father’s face. O strange effect! now thou art southward gone, I weary grow the tedious day so long; But when thou northward to me shalt return, I wish my Sun may never set, but burn 20 Within the Cancer4 of my glowing breast, The welcome house of him my dearest guest. Where ever, ever stay, and go not thence, Till nature’s sad decree shall call thee hence; Flesh of thy desh, bone of thy bone, 25 I here, thou there, yet both but one.

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Another [Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public Employment]

As loving hind that (hartless) wants1 her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark’ning ear, Perplext, in every bush and nook doth pry, Her dearest deer, might answer ear or eye; So doth my anxious soul, which now doth miss 5 A dearer dear (far dearer heart) than this, Still wait with doubts, and hopes, and failing eye, His voice to hear or person to descry. Or as the pensive dove doth all alone

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2. I.e., turtledove. 3. A common species of "sh.

(On withered bough) most uncouthly bemoan 10 The absence of her love and loving mate, Whose loss hath made her so unfortunate, Ev’n thus do I, with many a deep sad groan, Bewail my turtle2 true, who now is gone, His presence and his safe return still woos, 15 With thousand doleful sighs and mournful coos. Or as the loving mullet,3 that true "sh, Her fellow lost, nor joy nor life do wish, But launches on that shore, there for to die, Where she her captive husband doth espy. 20 Mine being gone, I lead a joyless life, I have a loving peer, yet seem no wife; But worst of all, to him can’t steer my course, I here, he there, alas, both kept by force. Return my dear, my joy, my only love, 25 Unto thy hind, thy mullet, and thy dove, Who neither joys in pasture, house, nor streams, The substance gone, O me, these are but dreams. Together at one tree, oh let us browse, And like two turtles roost within one house, 30 And like the mullets in one river glide, Let’s still remain but one, till death divide. Thy loving love and dearest dear, At home, abroad, and everywhere.

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In Reference to Her Children, 23 June 1659

I had eight birds hatched in one nest, Four cocks there were, and hens the rest. I nursed them up with pain and care, Nor cost, nor labor did I spare, Till at the last they felt their wing, 5 Mounted the trees, and learned to sing; Chief of the brood then took his dight To regions far and left me quite. My mournful chirps I after send, Till he return, or I do end: 10 Leave not thy nest, thy dam and sire, Fly back and sing amidst this choir. My second bird did take her dight, And with her mate dew out of sight; Southward they both their course did bend, 15 And seasons twain they there did spend, Till after blown by southern gales, They norward steered with "lled sails. A prettier bird was nowhere seen,

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1. Trees. 2. The Roman goddess of the dawn. 3. Either. 4. Bird catcher’s.

5. Unruly, fractious. 6. I.e., caught by means of birdlime (a sticky substance) spread on twigs.

Along the beach among the treen.1 20 I have a third of color white, On whom I placed no small delight; Coupled with mate loving and true, Hath also bid her dam adieu; And where Aurora2 "rst appears, 25 She now hath perched to spend her years. One to the acad emy dew To chat among that learned crew; Ambition moves still in his breast That he might chant above the rest, 30 Striving for more than to do well, That nightingales he might excel. My "fth, whose down is yet scarce gone, Is ’mongst the shrubs and bushes down, And as his wings increase in strength, 35 On higher boughs he’ll perch at length. My other three still with me nest, Until they’re grown, then as the rest, Or3 here or there they’ll take their dight, As is ordained, so shall they light. 40 If birds could weep, then would my tears Let others know what are my fears Lest this my brood some harm should catch, And be surprised for want of watch, Whilst pecking corn and void of care, 45 They fall un’wares in fowler’s4 snare, Or whilst on trees they sit and sing, Some untoward5 boy at them do ding, Or whilst allured with bell and glass, The net be spread, and caught, alas. 50 Or lest by lime- twigs they be foiled,6 Or by some greedy hawks be spoiled. O would my young, ye saw my breast, And knew what thoughts there sadly rest, Great was my pain when I you bred, 55 Great was my care when I you fed, Long did I keep you soft and warm, And with my wings kept off all harm, My cares are more and fears than ever, My throbs such now as ’fore were never. 60 Alas, my birds, you wisdom want, Of perils you are ignorant; Oft times in grass, on trees, in dight, Sore accidents on you may light. O to your safety have an eye, 65 So happy may you live and die. Meanwhile my days in tunes I’ll spend,

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7. Ballads, poems. 8. Winged angels.

1. Since.

Till my weak lays7 with me shall end. In shady woods I’ll sit and sing, And things that passed to mind I’ll bring. 70 Once young and pleasant, as are you, But former toys (no joys) adieu. My age I will not once lament, But sing, my time so near is spent. And from the top bough take my dight 75 Into a country beyond sight, Where old ones instantly grow young, And there with seraphims8 set song; No seasons cold, nor storms they see; But spring lasts to eternity. 80 When each of you shall in your nest Among your young ones take your rest, In chirping language, oft them tell, You had a dam that loved you well, That did what could be done for young, 85 And nursed you up till you were strong, And ’fore she once would let you dy, She showed you joy and misery; Taught what was good, and what was ill, What would save life, and what would kill. 90 Thus gone, amongst you I may live, And dead, yet speak, and counsel give: Farewell, my birds, farewell adieu, I happy am, if well with you.

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In Memory of My Dear Grand child Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, 1665, Being a Year and a Half Old

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Farewell dear babe, my heart’s too much content, Farewell sweet babe, the plea sure of mine eye, Farewell fair dower that for a space was lent, Then ta’en away unto eternity. Blest babe, why should I once bewail thy fate, 5 Or sigh thy days so soon were terminate, Sith1 thou art settled in an everlasting state.

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By nature trees do rot when they are grown, And plums and apples thoroughly ripe do fall, And corn and grass are in their season mown, 10

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And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate, And buds new blown to have so short a date, Is by His hand alone that guides nature and fate.

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In Memory of My Dear Grand child Anne Bradstreet, Who Deceased June 20, 1669, Being Three Years and

Seven Months Old

With troubled heart and trembling hand I write, The heavens have changed to sorrow my delight. How oft with disappointment have I met, When I on fading things my hopes have set. Experience might ’fore this have made me wise, 5 To value things according to their price. Was ever stable joy yet found below? Or perfect bliss without mixture of woe? I knew she was but as a withering dower, That’s here today, perhaps gone in an hour; 10 Like as a bubble, or the brittle glass, Or like a shadow turning as it was. More fool then I to look on that was lent As if mine own, when thus impermanent. Farewell dear child, thou ne’er shall come to me, 15 But yet a while, and I shall go to thee; Meantime my throbbing heart’s cheered up with this: Thou with thy Savior art in endless bliss.

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On My Dear Grand child Simon Bradstreet, Who Died on 16 November, 1669, Being But a Month, and One Day Old

No sooner came, but gone, and fall’n asleep. Acquaintance short, yet parting caused us weep; Three dowers, two scarcely blown, the last i’ th’ bud, Cropped by th’ Almighty’s hand; yet is He good. With dreadful awe before Him let’s be mute, 5 Such was His will, but why, let’s not dispute, With humble hearts and mouths put in the dust, Let’s say He’s merciful as well as just. He will return and make up all our losses, And smile again after our bitter crosses. 10 Go pretty babe, go rest with sisters twain; Among the blest in endless joys remain.

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1. I.e., when nothing was spared. 2. Cleanse. “Thou”: God.

3. Hell. 4. Ever.

For Deliverance from a Fever

When sorrows had begirt me round, And pains within and out, When in my desh no part was found,1 Then didst Thou rid2 me out. My burning desh in sweat did boil, 5 My aching head did break, From side to side for ease I toil, So faint I could not speak. Beclouded was my soul with fear Of Thy dis plea sure sore, 10 Nor could I read my evidence Which oft I read before. “Hide not Thy face from me!” I cried, “From burnings keep my soul. Thou know’st my heart, and hast me tried; 15 I on Thy mercies roll.” “O heal my soul,” Thou know’st I said, “Though desh consume to nought, What though in dust it shall be laid, To glory ’t shall be brought.” 20 Thou heard’st, Thy rod Thou didst remove And spared my body frail, Thou show’st to me Thy tender love, My heart no more might quail. O, praises to my mighty God, 25 Praise to my Lord, I say, Who hath redeemed my soul from pit,3 Praises to Him for aye.4

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Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of Our House, July 10th, 1666

Copied Out of a Loose Paper

In silent night when rest I took For sorrow near I did not look I wakened was with thund’ring noise And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice. That fearful sound of “Fire!” and “Fire!” 5 Let no man know is my desire. I, starting up, the light did spy,

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1. “The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord” (Job 1.21). 2. Empty, worthless. Cf. Ecclesiastes 1.2.

3. Possessions, usually in the sense of being falsely gained.

And to my God my heart did cry To strengthen me in my distress And not to leave me succorless. 10 Then, coming out, beheld a space The dame consume my dwelling place. And when I could no longer look, I blest His name that gave and took,1 That laid my goods now in the dust. 15 Yea, so it was, and so ’twas just. It was His own, it was not mine, Far be it that I should repine; He might of all justly bereft But yet suf"cient for us left. 20 When by the ruins oft I past My sorrowing eyes aside did cast, And here and there the places spy Where oft I sat and long did lie: Here stood that trunk, and there that chest, 25 There lay that store I counted best. My pleasant things in ashes lie, And them behold no more shall I. Under thy roof no guest shall sit, Nor at thy table eat a bit. 30 No pleasant tale shall e’er be told, Nor things recounted done of old. No candle e’er shall shine in thee, Nor bridegroom’s voice e’er heard shall be. In silence ever shall thou lie, 35 Adieu, Adieu, all’s vanity.2 Then straight I ’gin my heart to chide, And did thy wealth on earth abide? Didst "x thy hope on mold’ring dust? The arm of desh didst make thy trust? 40 Raise up thy thoughts above the sky That dunghill mists away may dy. Thou hast an house on high erect, Framed by that mighty Architect, With glory richly furnished, 45 Stands permanent though this be ded. It’s purchaséd and paid for too By Him who hath enough to do. A price so vast as is unknown Yet by His gift is made thine own; 50 There’s wealth enough, I need no more, Farewell, my pelf,3 farewell my store. The world no longer let me love, My hope and trea sure lies above.

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1. I.e., my body. 2. Christ is the bridegroom, and the soul is mar- ried to him. “And Jesus said unto them, Can the

children of the bridechamber fast, while the bride- groom is with them? As long as they have the bride- groom with them, they cannot fast” (Mark 2.19).

As Weary Pilgrim

As weary pilgrim, now at rest, Hugs with delight his silent nest, His wasted limbs now lie full soft That mirey steps have trodden oft, Blesses himself to think upon 5 His dangers past, and travails done. The burning sun no more shall heat, Nor stormy rains on him shall beat. The briars and thorns no more shall scratch. Nor hungry wolves at him shall catch. 10 He erring paths no more shall tread, Nor wild fruits eat instead of bread. For waters cold he doth not long For thirst no more shall parch his tongue. No rugged stones his feet shall gall, 15 Nor stumps nor rocks cause him to fall. All cares and fears he bids farewell And means in safety now to dwell. A pilgrim I, on earth perplexed With sins, with cares and sorrows vext, 20 By age and pains brought to decay, And my clay house1 mold’ring away. Oh, how I long to be at rest And soar on high among the blest. This body shall in silence sleep, 25 Mine eyes no more shall ever weep, No fainting "ts shall me assail, Nor grinding pains my body frail, With cares and fears ne’er cumb’red be Nor losses know, nor sorrows see. 30 What though my desh shall there consume, It is the bed Christ did perfume, And when a few years shall be gone, This mortal shall be clothed upon. A corrupt carcass down it lies, 35 A glorious body it shall rise. In weakness and dishonor sown, In power ’tis raised by Christ alone. Then soul and body shall unite And of their Maker have the sight. 40 Such lasting joys shall there behold As ear ne’er heard nor tongue e’er told. Lord make me ready for that day, Then come, dear Bridegroom,2 come away.

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1. I.e., stop speaking. 2. I.e., worldly.

To My Dear Children

This book by any yet unread, I leave for you when I am dead, That being gone, here you may "nd What was your living mother’s mind. Make use of what I leave in love, And God shall bless you from above.

A. B.

My dear children, I, knowing by experience that the exhortations of parents take most

effect when the speakers leave to speak,1 and those especially sink deepest which are spoke latest, and being ignorant whether on my death bed I shall have opportunity to speak to any of you, much less to all, thought it the best, whilst I was able, to compose some short matters (for what else to call them I know not) and bequeath to you, that when I am no more with you, yet I may be daily in your remembrance (although that is the least in my aim in what I now do), but that you may gain some spiritual advantage by my experience. I have not studied in this you read to show my skill, but to declare the truth, not to set forth myself, but the glory of God. If I had minded the former, it had been perhaps better pleasing to you, but seeing the last is the best, let it be best pleasing to you.

The method I will observe shall be this: I will begin with God’s dealing with me from my childhood to this day.

In my young years, about 6 or 7 as I take it, I began to make conscience of my ways, and what I knew was sinful, as lying, disobedience to parents, etc., I avoided it. If at any time I was overtaken with the like evils, it was as a great trou ble, and I could not be at rest till by prayer I had confessed it unto God. I was also troubled at the neglect of private duties though too often tardy that way. I also found much comfort in reading the Scriptures, especially those places I thought most concerned my condition, and as I grew to have more understanding, so the more solace I took in them.

In a long "t of sickness which I had on my bed I often communed with my heart and made my supplication to the most High who set me free from that afdiction.

But as I grew up to be about 14 or 15, I found my heart more carnal,2 and sitting loose from God, vanity and the follies of youth take hold of me.

About 16, the Lord laid His hand sore upon me and smote me with the smallpox. When I was in my afdiction, I besought the Lord and confessed my pride and vanity, and He was entreated of me and again restored me. But I rendered not to Him according to the bene"t received.

After a short time I changed my condition and was married, and came into this country, where I found a new world and new manners, at which my heart rose. But after I was convinced it was the way of God, I submitted to it and joined to the church at Boston.

After some time I fell into a lingering sickness like a consumption together with a lameness, which correction I saw the Lord sent to humble and try me and do me good, and it was not altogether ineffectual.

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3. Toil, labor. 4. Financial losses. 5. Cf. Psalm 139.23–24. 6. Unruly. “Circumspection”: Prudence. 7. Cf. Psalm 119.8.

8. In 1 Samuel 7.12, a stone monument to com- memorate a victory over the Philistines. “Manna”: the “bread from heaven” (Exodus 16.4) that fed the Israelites in the wilderness.

It pleased God to keep me a long time without a child, which was a great grief to me and cost me many prayers and tears before I obtained one, and after him gave me many more of whom I now take the care, that as I have brought you into the world, and with great pains, weakness, cares, and fears brought you to this, I now travail3 in birth again of you till Christ be formed in you.

Among all my experiences of God’s gracious dealings with me, I have con- stantly observed this, that He hath never suffered me long to sit loose from Him, but by one afdiction or other hath made me look home, and search what was amiss; so usually thus it hath been with me that I have no sooner felt my heart out of order, but I have expected correction for it, which most commonly hath been upon my own person in sickness, weakness, pains, sometimes on my soul, in doubts and fears of God’s dis plea sure and my sin- cerity towards Him; sometimes He hath smote a child with a sickness, some- times chastened by losses in estate,4 and these times (through His great mercy) have been the times of my greatest getting and advantage; yea, I have found them the times when the Lord hath manifested the most love to me. Then have I gone to searching and have said with David, “Lord, search me and try me, see what ways of wickedness are in me, and lead me in the way everlasting,”5 and seldom or never but I have found either some sin I lay under which God would have reformed, or some duty neglected which He would have performed, and by His help I have laid vows and bonds upon my soul to perform His righ teous commands.

If at any time you are chastened of God, take it as thankfully and joyfully as in greatest mercies, for if ye be His, ye shall reap the greatest bene"t by it. It hath been no small support to me in times of darkness when the Almighty hath hid His face from me that yet I have had abundance of sweetness and refreshment after afdiction and more circumspection in my walking after I have been afdicted. I have been with God like an untoward6 child, that no longer than the rod has been on my back (or at least in sight) but I have been apt to forget Him and myself, too. Before I was afdicted, I went astray, but now I keep Thy statutes.7

I have had great experience of God’s hearing my prayers and returning comfortable answers to me, either in granting the thing I prayed for, or else in satisfying my mind without it, and I have been con"dent it hath been from Him, because I have found my heart through His goodness enlarged in thankfulness to Him.

I have often been perplexed that I have not found that constant joy in my pilgrimage and refreshing which I supposed most of the servants of God have, although He hath not left me altogether without the witness of His holy spirit, who hath oft given me His word and set to His seal that it shall be well with me. I have sometimes tasted of that hidden manna that the world knows not, and have set up my Ebenezer,8 and have resolved with myself that against such a promise, such tastes of sweetness, the gates of hell shall never prevail; yet have I many times sinkings and droopings, and

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9. In spite of. “Divers”: vari ous ( people). “Con- temned”: despised.

1. Unbelievers, heretics. 2. Cf. John 13.19 and 14.29, Matthew 24.25.

not enjoyed that felicity that sometimes I have done. But when I have been in darkness and seen no light, yet have I desired to stay myself upon the Lord, and when I have been in sickness and pain, I have thought if the Lord would but lift up the light of His countenance upon me, although He ground me to powder, it would be but light to me; yea, oft have I thought were I in hell itself and could there "nd the love of God toward me, it would be a heaven. And could I have been in heaven without the love of God, it would have been a hell to me, for in truth it is the absence and presence of God that makes heaven or hell.

Many times hath Satan troubled me concerning the verity of the Scrip- tures, many times by atheism how I could know whether there was a God; I never saw any miracles to con"rm me, and those which I read of, how did I know but they were feigned? That there is a God my reason would soon tell me by the wondrous works that I see, the vast frame of the heaven and the earth, the order of all things, night and day, summer and winter, spring and autumn, the daily providing for this great house hold upon the earth, the preserving and directing of all to its proper end. The consideration of these things would with amazement certainly resolve me that there is an Eternal Being. But how should I know He is such a God as I worship in Trinity, and such a Savior as I rely upon? Though this hath thousands of times been suggested to me, yet God hath helped me over. I have argued thus with myself. That there is a God, I see. If ever this God hath revealed himself, it must be in His word, and this must be it or none. Have I not found that operation by it that no human invention can work upon the soul, hath not judgments befallen divers who have scorned and contemned it, hath it not been preserved through all ages maugre9 all the heathen tyrants and all of the enemies who have opposed it? Is there any story but that which shows the beginnings of times, and how the world came to be as we see? Do we not know the prophecies in it ful"lled which could not have been so long fore- told by any but God Himself?

When I have got over this block, then have I another put in my way, that admit this be the true God whom we worship, and that be his word, yet why may not the Popish religion be the right? They have the same God, the same Christ, the same word. They only interpret it one way, we another.

This hath sometimes stuck with me, and more it would, but the vain fool- eries that are in their religion together with their lying miracles and cruel persecutions of the saints, which admit were they as they term them, yet not so to be dealt withal.

The consideration of these things and many the like would soon turn me to my own religion again.

But some new trou bles I have had since the world has been "lled with blasphemy and sectaries,1 and some who have been accounted sincere Christians have been carried away with them, that sometimes I have said, “Is there faith upon the earth?” and I have not known what to think; but then I have remembered the works of Christ that so it must be, and if it were pos si ble, the very elect should be deceived. “Behold,” saith our Savior, “I have told you before.”2 That hath stayed my heart, and I can now say,

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“Return, O my Soul, to thy rest, upon this rock Christ Jesus will I build my faith, and if I perish, I perish”; but I know all the Powers of Hell shall never prevail against it. I know whom I have trusted, and whom I have believed, and that He is able to keep that I have committed to His charge.

Now to the King, immortal, eternal and invisible, the only wise God, be honor, and glory for ever and ever, Amen.

This was written in much sickness and weakness, and is very weakly and imperfectly done, but if you can pick any bene"t out of it, it is the mark which I aimed at.

1867

MICHAEL WIGGLESWORTH 1631–1705

I n 1662, twenty- two years after the Boston- area publication of the Bay Psalm Book and twelve years after the London publication of Anne Bradstreet’s The Tenth Muse, an obscure minister from Malden, Mas sa chu setts, created a sensation with The Day of Doom, a poem about Judgment Day. Michael Wigglesworth’s volume has been called the "rst American best seller. The initial edition of eigh teen hun- dred copies quickly sold out. Roughly one colonist out of twenty in New Eng land seems to have purchased a copy at that time, and many more read the poem or heard it read aloud. No complete copies of the "rst edition survive, for it was liter- ally read to pieces. New editions began to appear on both sides of the Atlantic in 1666— the year of the Great Fire of London, a cataclysm that suggested an earthly day of judgment— and The Day of Doom continued to be reprinted for over a century.

Brought up in New Haven, Connecticut, Wigglesworth entered Harvard College at sixteen with the plan of becoming a physician, but his introspective, bookish, and didactic nature drew him to the ministry. In 1655 he accepted a call to minister at the Malden church, and he remained there for the next "fty years. On the day Wigglesworth died, the Boston merchant Samuel Sewall noted in his diary that the minister “was very useful as a physician” and described him as “the author of the poem entitled The Day of Doom, which has been so often printed.” Wigglesworth’s poem was so popu lar at least partly because it marked a new development in Puri- tan poetry. The poem dramatizes the "nal days of humanity, interweaving passages and phrases from the Bible to create an integrated vision of Christian end- times. Like the En glish poet John Milton in his great epic Paradise Lost (1667) and the En glish prose writer John Bunyan in his allegory The Pilgrim’s Pro gress (1678), Wig- glesworth let his imagination range far beyond the scriptural words transformed in his work.

Wigglesworth’s dramatic imagination is evident in the diary that he kept in his early twenties, where he recorded a number of psychological and emotional crises. At times he was almost para lyzed with anxiety and self- doubt. He was also troubled by erotic feelings, including an attraction to men that he recorded in a special shorthand in his diary but other wise felt compelled to suppress. Never physically

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1. The text is from The Day of Doom or a Poeti- cal Description of the Great and Last Judgment with Other Poems (1929), edited by Kenneth B. Murdock, which reprints the only complete American edition (1701). The marginal glosses

are part of the original text. 2. The rationalizations of the desh as opposed to spiritual “right reason.” 3. Ever.

strong, he fretted over numerous illnesses, including syphilis. Some of his afdic- tions were real, but others were imaginary. The diary also reveals that Judgment Day was never far from Wigglesworth’s mind, a preoccupation that emerges most clearly in his response to his father’s death, in 1653. Shortly after hearing the news, which he acknowledged had made him “secretly glad,” Wigglesworth “dreamed of the approach of the great and dreadful Day of Judgment.” When he awoke, he wept and determined to “follow God with tears and cries until He gave me some hopes of His gracious good will toward me.” But two months later, he despaired of his “senselessness” toward this loss and bewailed his “secure, hard heart.” “The death of the righ teous unlamented,” he notes, “is a forerunner of evil to come.” Wiggles- worth’s strug gle to maintain a suitable level of attention toward God’s will was a challenge familiar to many Puritans, and his vivid imagining of Judgment Day cap- tured their attention.

The Day of Doom so captivated colonial- era readers that many people learned its verses by heart. The minister and poet Edward Taylor said that one of the reasons he loved his wife was that “the Doomsday verses much perfumed her breath.” Com- mitting the poem to memory was a formidable task, made easier by Wigglesworth’s use of common hymn meter (“fourteeners”— alternating rhymed lines of eight and six syllables) and because the subject of his poem was familiar to Puritans from sermons. Although Wigglesworth published other poems, notably Meat Out of the Eater (1670), nothing he wrote achieved the popularity of these “Doomsday verses.” The poem’s great appeal to this generation of Puritans is sometimes attributed to its vivid picture of hell"re; but its popularity also derived from its assurance that heaven is a “glorious place! where face to face / Jehovah may be seen,” and where the regenerate will reign with Christ eternally, embraced by God “in arms of love.” At the end, the poem is as comforting as it is frightening.

From The Day of Doom1

1

Still was the night, serene and bright, when all men sleeping lay; Calm was the season, and carnal reason2 thought so ’twould last for ay.3 Soul, take thine ease, let sorrow cease, 5 much good thou hast in store: This was their song, their cups among, the eve ning before.

2

Wallowing in all kind of sin, vile wretches lay secure: 10 The best of men had scarcely then

The security of the world before Christ’s coming to judgment Luk. 12.19

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4. Use, condition. 5. Despise. 6. Broke.

7. I.e., their lower bodies trembled. 8. In full force. “Train”: retinue. 9. Living.

their lamps kept in good ure.4 Virgins unwise, who through disguise amongst the best were number’d, Had closed their eyes: yea, and the wise 15 through sloth and frailty slumber’d.

3

Like as of old, when men grow bold God’s threat’nings to contemn,5 Who stopped their ear, and would not hear, when Mercy warned them: 20 But took their course, without remorse, till God began to pour Destruction the world upon in a tempestuous shower.

4

They put away the evil day, 25 and drowned their care and fears, Till drowned were they, and swept away by vengeance unawares: So at the last, whilst men sleep fast in their security, 30 Surprised they are in such a snare as cometh suddenly.

5

For at midnight brake6 forth a light, which turned the night to day, And speedily an hideous cry 35 did all the world dismay. Sinners awake, their hearts do ache, trembling their loins surpriseth;7 Amazed with fear, by what they hear, each one of them ariseth. 40

6

They rush from beds with giddy heads, and to their win dows run, Viewing this light, which shines more bright then doth the noon- day sun. Straightway appears (they see’t with tears) 45 the Son of God most dread; Who with His train comes on amain8 to judge both quick9 and dead.

Mat 25.5

Mat. 24.37– 38

1 Thes. 5.3

The sudden- ness, majesty, & terror of Christ’s appearing. Mat. 25.6 2 Pet. 3.10

Mat. 24.29– 30

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1. Their accustomed places. 2. Trust, believe. 3. Pierced.

4. Haughty and de"ant souls. 5. Ordinary.

7

Before his face the Heav’ns gave place, and skies are rent asunder, 50 With mighty voice, and hideous noise, more terrible than thunder. His brightness damps Heav’n’s glorious lamps and makes them hide their heads, As if afraid and quite dismayed, 55 they quit their wonted steads.1

8

Ye sons of men that durst contemn the threat’nings of God’s word, How cheer you now? your hearts, I trow,2 are thrilled3 as with a sword. 60 Now atheist blind, whose brutish mind a God could never see, Dost thou perceive, dost now believe, that Christ thy Judge shall be?

9

Stout courages4 (whose hardiness 65 could death and hell out- face) Are you as bold now you behold your Judge draw near apace? They cry, no, no: alas! and woe! our courage all is gone: 70 Our hardiness (fool hardiness) hath us undone, undone.

10

No heart so bold, but now grows cold and almost dead with fear: No eye so dry, but now can cry, 75 and pour out many a tear. Earth’s potentates and power ful states, captains and men of might Are quite abashed, their courage dashed at this most dreadful sight. 80

11

Mean5 men lament, great men do rent their robes, and tear their hair:

2 Pet. 3.10

Rev. 6.16

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6. I.e., stupid people (who think they can escape God’s judgment).

7. I.e., whose daming eyes do espy hidden things.

They do not spare their desh to tear through horrible despair. All kindreds wail: all hearts do fail: 85 horror the world doth "ll With weeping eyes, and loud out- cries, yet knows not how to kill.

12

Some hide themselves in caves and delves, in places under ground: 90 Some rashly leap into the deep, to scape by being drowned: Some to the rocks (O senseless blocks!)6 and woody mountains run, That there they might this fearful sight, 95 and dreaded presence shun.

13

In vain do they to mountains say, “Fall on us, and us hide From Judge’s ire, more hot than "re, for who may it abide?” 100 No hiding place can from His face, sinners at all conceal, Whose daming eyes hid things doth ’spy,7 and darkest things reveal.

14

The Judge draws nigh, exalted high 105 upon a lofty throne, Amidst the throng of angels strong, lo, Israel’s Holy One! The excellence of Whose presence and awful Majesty, 110 Amazeth Nature, and every creature, doth more than terrify.

15

The mountains smoke, the hills are shook, the earth is rent and torn, As if she should be clean dissolved, 115 or from the center borne. The sea doth roar, forsakes the shore, and shrinks away for fear;

Mat. 24.30

Rev. 6.15– 16

Mat. 25.31

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8. Trumpet. 9. Offer.

1. Standing, place.

The wild beasts dee into the sea, so soon as He draws near. 120

16

Whose glory bright, whose wondrous might, whose power imperial, So far surpass what ever was in realms terrestrial; That tongues of men (nor Angel’s pen) 125 cannot the same express, And therefore I must pass it by, lest speaking should transgress.

17

Before His throne a trump8 is blown, proclaiming the Day of Doom: 130 Forthwith He cries, “Ye dead arise, and unto Judgment come.” No sooner said, but ’tis obeyed; sepulchers opened are: Dead bodies all rise at His call, 135 and’s mighty power declare.

18

Both sea and land, at His command, their dead at once surrender: The "re and air constrainéd are also their dead to tender.9 140 The mighty word of this great Lord links body and soul together Both of the just, and the unjust, to part no more forever.

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21

Thus every one before the throne of Christ the Judge is brought, Both righ teous and impious that good or ill had wrought. A separation, and differing station1 165 by Christ appointed is (To sinners sad) ’twixt good and bad, ’twixt heirs of woe and bliss.

Rev. 6.14

1 Thes. 4.16 Resurrection of the dead. Joh. 5.28– 29

2 Cor. 5.10 The sheep separated from the goats. Mat. 25

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2. Dressed.

22

At Christ’s right hand the sheep do stand, His holy martyrs, who 170 For His dear name suffering shame, calamity and woe, Like champions stood, and with their blood their testimony sealed; Whose innocence without offense, 175 to Christ their Judge appealed.

23

Next unto whom there "nd a room all Christ’s afdicted ones, Who being chastised, neither despised nor sank amidst their groans: 180 Who by the rod were turned to God, and lovéd Him the more, Not murmuring nor quarreling when they were chastened sore.

24

Moreover, such as lovéd much, 185 that had not such a trial, As might constrain to so great pain, and such deep self- denial: Yet ready were the cross to bear, when Christ them called thereto, 190 And did rejoice to hear His voice, they’re counted sheep also.

25

Christ’s dock of lambs there also stands, whose faith was weak, yet true; All sound believers (Gospel receivers) 195 whose grace was small, but grew: And them among an infant throng of babes, for whom Christ died; Whom for His own, by ways unknown to men, He sancti"ed. 200

26

All stand before their Savior in long white robes yclad,2 Their countenance full of pleasance,

Who are Christ’s sheep. Mat. 5.10– 11

Heb. 12.5– 7

Luk. 7.41,47

Joh. 21.15 Mat. 19.14 Joh. 3.3

Rev. 6.11 Phil. 3.21

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3. Spirits. 4. Turncoats. 5. I.e., with seven accomplices more evil than he. 6. Inveterate.

7. I.e., tried. 8. Attempts to gain admittance to their souls. “Behold, I stand at the door and knock” (Revela- tion 3.20).

appearing wondrous glad. O glorious sight! Behold how bright 205 dust heaps are made to shine, Conforméd so their Lord unto, whose glory is divine.

27

At Christ’s left hand the goats do stand, all whining hypocrites, 210 Who for self- ends did seem Christ’s friends, but fostered guileful sprites;3 Who sheep resembled, but they dissembled (their hearts were not sincere); Who once did throng Christ’s lambs among, 215 but now must not come near.

28

Apostates4 and run- aways, such as have Christ forsaken, Of whom the devil, with seven more evil,5 hath fresh possession taken: 220 Sinners ingrain,6 reserved to pain and torments most severe: Because ’gainst light they sinned with spite, are also placéd there.

29

There also stand a num’rous band, 225 that no profession made Of godliness, nor to redress their ways at all essayed:7 Who better knew, but (sinful crew) Gospel and law despised; 230 Who all Christ’s knocks8 withstood like blocks and would not be advised.

30

Moreover, there with them appear a number, numberless Of great and small, vile wretches all, 235 that did God’s Law transgress; Idolaters, false worshipers, profaners of God’s name,

The goats described or the several sorts of repro- bates on the left hand. Mat. 24.51

Luk. 11.24,26 Heb. 6.4– 6 Heb. 10.29

Luk. 12.47 Prov. 1.24,26 Joh. 3.19

Gal. 3.10 1 Cor. 6.9 Rev. 21.8

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9. Those chosen by God for eternal life. 1. I.e., appropriate.

2. Accustom. 3. I.e., the pain of being cruci"ed.

Who not at all thereon did call, or took in vain the same. 240

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38

All silence keep, both goats and sheep, before the Judge’s throne; With mild aspect to His elect9 then spake the Holy One: 300 “My sheep draw near, your sentence hear, which is to you no dread, Who clearly now discern, and know your sins are pardonéd.

39

“ ’Twas meet1 that ye should judgéd be, 305 that so the world may spy No cause of grudge, when as I judge and deal impartially. Know therefore all, both great and small, the ground and reason why 310 These men do stand at My right hand, and look so cheerfully.

40

“ These men be those My Father chose before the world’s foundation, And to Me gave, that I should save 315 from death and condemnation. For whose dear sake I desh did take, was of a woman born, And did inure2 Myself t’endure, unjust reproach and scorn. 320

41

“For them it was that I did pass through sorrows many one: That I drank up that bitter cup, which made Me sigh and groan. The cross his pain3 I did sustain; 325 yea more, My Father’s ire I underwent, My blood I spent to save them from hell "re.

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The saints cleared & justi#ed.

2 Cor. 5.10 Eccles. 3.17 Joh. 3.18

Joh. 17.6 Eph. 1.4

Rev. 1.5

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4. Encompass. 5. Good deeds; merits.

107

A wond’rous crowd then ’gan aloud, thus for themselves to say, 850 “We did intend, Lord to amend, and to reform our way: Our true intent was to repent, and make our peace with Thee; But sudden death stopping our breath, 855 left us no liberty.

108

“Short was our time, for in his prime our youthful dower was cropped: We died in youth, before full growth, so was our purpose stopped. 860 Let our good will to turn from ill, and sin to have forsaken, Accepted be, O Lord, by Thee, and in good part be taken.”

109

To whom the Judge: “Where you allege 865 the shortness of the space, That from your birth you lived on earth, to compass4 saving grace: It was free grace that any space was given you at all 870 To turn from evil, defy the devil, and upon God to call.

110

“One day, one week, wherein to seek God’s face with all your hearts, A favor was that far did pass 875 the best of your deserts.5 You had a season, what was your reason such precious hours to waste? What could you "nd, what could you mind that was of greater haste? 880

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Those that pretend want of opportunity to repent. Prov. 27.1 Jam. 4.13

Are confuted and convinced.

Eccles. 12.1 Rev. 2.21

Luk. 13.24 2 Cor. 6.2 Heb. 3.7– 9

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113

“Had your intent been to repent, and had you it desired, 900 There would have been endeavors seen, before your time expired. God makes no trea sure, nor hath he plea sure, in idle purposes: Such fair pretenses are foul offenses, 905 and cloaks for wickedness.”

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130

Others argue, and not a few, “Is not God gracious? His equity and clemency 1035 are they not marvelous? Thus we believed; are we deceived? cannot His mercy great, (As hath been told to us of old) assuage His anger’s heat? 1040

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132

“Can God delight in such a sight as sinners’ misery? 1050 Or what great good can this our blood bring unto The Most High? Oh, Thou that dost Thy glory most in pard’ning sin display! Lord, might it please Thee to release, 1055 and pardon us this day?”

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134

But all too late, grief’s out of date, 1065 when life is at an end. The glorious King thus answering, all to His voice attend: “God gracious is,” quoth He, “like His no mercy can be found; 1070 His equity and clemency to sinners do abound.

Luk. 13.24– 25 etc. Phil. 2.12

Others plead for pardon both from God’s mercy and justice Psal. 78.38

Psal. 30.9 Mic. 7.18

They answered.

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6. Lashes. 7. Acquitted. 8. Similar. 9. Growing.

1. Familiar, usual. 2. Spiritless, inanimate. 3. Blocks of wood; speechless persons.

135

“As may appear by those that here are placed at My right hand; Whose stripes6 I bore, and cleared the score, 1075 that they might quitted7 stand. For surely none, but God alone, whose grace transcends men’s thought, For such as those that were His foes like8 won ders would have wrought. 1080

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“With cords of love God often strove your stubborn hearts to tame: 1090 Nevertheless your wickedness, did still resist the same. If now at last mercy be past from you forevermore, And justice come in mercy’s room, 1095 yet grudge you not therefore.

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“If into wrath God turnéd hath His long long- suffering, And now for love you vengeance prove, it is an equal thing. 1100 Your waxing9 worse, hath stopped the course of wonted1 clemency: Mercy refused, and grace misused, call for severity.”

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These words appall and daunt them all; dismayed, and all amort,2 Like stocks3 they stand at Christ’s left hand, and dare no more retort.

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Mercy that now shines forth in the vessels of mercy. Mic. 7.18 Rom. 9.23

Luk. 13.34 The day of grace now past.

Luk. 19.42– 43 Jud. 4

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4. Hurt. 5. Souls, persons. 6. Never. “ ’T”: that.

7. Animals were not believed to possess souls and thus could not be damned.

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Thus all men’s pleas the Judge with ease doth answer and confute, 1450 Until that all, both great and small, are silencéd and mute. Vain hopes are cropped, all mouths are stopped, sinners have naught to say, But that ’tis just, and equal most 1455 they should be damned for ay.

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Now what remains, but that to pains and everlasting smart,4 Christ should condemn the sons of men, which is their just desert; 1460 Oh, rueful plights of sinful wights!5 oh wretches all forlorn: ’T had happy been they ne’re6 had seen the sun, or not been born.

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Yea, now it would be good they could 1465 themselves annihilate, And cease to be, themselves to free from such a fearful state. Oh happy dogs, and swine, and frogs: yea serpent’s generation, 1470 Who do not fear this doom to hear, and sentence of damnation!7

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This is their state so desperate: their sins are fully known; Their vanities and villanies 1475 before the world are shown. As they are gross and impious, so are their numbers more Than motes i’th’ air, or than their hair, or sands upon the shore. 1480

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Divine justice offended is and satisfaction claimeth:

Behold the formidable estate of all the ungodly, as they stand hopeless & helpless before an impartial Judge, expect- ing their #nal sentence. Rev. 6.16– 17

Psal. 139.2– 4 Eccles. 12.14

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8. Dismiss from fellowship 9. Either. 1. Punish. 2. Those who experienced saving grace and in

this life felt assurance of salvation; not to be confused with the canonized saints of the Cath- olic Church. 3. Dazed.

God’s wrathful ire kindled like "re, against them "ercely dameth. Their Judge severe doth quite cashier8 1485 and all their pleas off take, That never a man, or9 dare, or can a further answer make.

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Their mouths are shut, each man is put to silence and to shame: 1490 Nor have they aught within their thought, Christ’s justice for to blame. The Judge is just, and plague1 them must, nor will He mercy show (For mercy’s day is past away) 1495 to any of this crew.

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Unto the saints2 with sad complaints should they themselves apply? They’re not dejected, nor ought affected 1555 with all their misery. Friends stand aloof, and make no proof what prayers or tears can do: Your godly friends are now more friends to Christ than unto you. 1560

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Where tender love men’s hearts did move unto a sympathy, And bearing part of other’s smart in their anxiety; Now such compassion is out of fashion 1565 and wholly laid aside: No friends so near, but saints to hear their sentence can abide.

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One natu ral brother beholds another in this astonied3 "t, 1570 Yet sorrows not thereat a jot, nor pities him a whit.

Mat. 25.45

Mat. 22.12 Rom. 2.5–6 Luk. 19.42

Psal. 58.10

Rev. 21.4

1 Cor. 6.2

Compare Prov. 1.26 with

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4. At one time. 5. I.e., that God should sustain injury by sparing

the graceless son. 6. Spirits.

The godly wife conceives no grief, nor can she shed a tear For the sad state of her dear mate, 1575 When she his doom doth hear.

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He that was erst4 a husband pierced with sense of wife’s distress, Whose tender heart did bear a part of all her grievances, 1580 Shall mourn no more as heretofore because of her ill plight; Although he see her now to be a damned forsaken wight.

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The tender mother will own no other 1585 of all her num’rous brood, But such as stand at Christ’s right hand acquitted through His blood. The pious father had now much rather his graceless son should lie 1590 In hell with dev ils, for all his evils burning eternally,

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Than God most high should injury, by sparing him sustain;5 And doth rejoice to hear Christ’s voice 1595 adjudging him to pain; Who having all, both great and small, convinc’d and silencéd, Did then proceed their doom to read, and thus it utteréd: 1600

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“Ye sinful wights, and cursed sprights,6 that work iniquity, Depart together from me forever to endless misery; Your portion take in yonder lake, 1605 where #re and brimstone "ameth: Suffer the smart, which your desert as its due wages claimeth.”

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1 Joh. 3.2 &

2 Cor. 5.16

Luk. 16.25

Psal. 58.10

The Judge pronounceth the sentence of condemna- tion. Mat. 25.41

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7. Wretched. 8. Despite their wishes. 9. Reluctant to do so.

1. Resolute, brave. 2. This wicked deeing mob.

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They wring their hands, their caitiff7 hands and gnash their teeth for terror; They cry, they roar for anguish sore, 1635 and gnaw their tongues for horror. But get away without delay, Christ pities not your cry: Depart to hell, there may you yell, and roar eternally. 1640

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That word, Depart, maugre their heart,8 drives every wicked one, With mighty power, the selfsame hour, far from the Judge’s throne. Away they’re chased by the strong blast 1645 of His death- threat’ning mouth: They dee full fast, as if in haste, although they be full loath.9

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As chaff that’s dry, and dust doth dy before the northern wind: 1650 Right so are they chaséd away, and can no refuge "nd. They hasten to the pit of woe, guarded by angels stout;1 Who to ful"ll Christ’s holy will, 1655 attend this wicked rout.2

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Whom having brought, as they are taught, unto the brink of hell (That dismal place far from Christ’s face, where death and darkness dwell: 1660 Where God’s "erce ire kindleth the "re, and vengeance feeds the dame With piles of wood, and brimstone dood, that one can quench the same),

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With iron bands they bind their hands, 1665 and curséd feet together,

Luk. 13.28

Prov. 1.26

It is put in execution.

Mat. 25.46

Mat. 13.41–42

HELL. Mat. 25.30 Mar. 9.43 Isa. 30.33 Rev. 21.8

Wicked men and dev ils

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3. Songs.

And cast them all, both great and small, into that lake forever. Where day and night, without respite, they wail, and cry, and howl 1670 For tort’ring pain, which they sustain in body and in soul.

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For day and night, in their despite, their torment’s smoke ascendeth. Their pain and grief have no relief, 1675 their anguish never endeth. There must they lie, and never die, though dying every day: There must they dying ever lie, and not consume away. 1680

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Thus shall they lie, and wail, and cry, tormented, and tormenting Their galléd hearts with poisoned darts but now too late repenting. 1740 There let them dwell i’th’ dames of hell; there leave we them to burn, And back again unto the men whom Christ acquits, return.

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The saints behold with courage bold, 1745 and thankful wonderment, To see all those that were their foes thus sent to punishment: Then do they sing unto their King a song of endless praise: 1750 They praise His name, and do proclaim that just are all His ways.

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Thus with great joy and melody to heav’n they all ascend, Him there to praise with sweetest lays,3 1755 and hymns that never end, Where with long rest they shall be blest, and nought shall them annoy:

cast into it forever. Mat. 22.13 & 25.46

Rev. 14.10–11

Mar. 9.44 Rom. 2.15

The saints rejoice to see judgment exe cuted upon the wicked world. Psal. 58.10 Rev. 19.1–3

They ascend with Christ into heaven triumphing. Mat. 25.46 1 Joh. 3.2

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4. Once, earlier. 5. Reborn.

6. Channel bed.

Where they shall see as seen they be, and whom they love enjoy. 1760

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O glorious place! where face to face Jehovah may be seen, By such as were sinners whilere4 and no dark veil between. Where the sun shine, and light divine, 1765 of God’s bright countenance, Doth rest upon them every one, with sweetest induence.

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O blessed state of the renate!5 O wondrous happiness, 1770 To which they’re brought, beyond what thought can reach, or words express! Grief’s water- course,6 and sorrow’s source, are turned to joyful streams. Their old distress and heaviness 1775 are vanishéd like dreams.

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For God above in arms of love doth dearly them embrace, And "lls their sprights with such delights, and pleasures in His grace; 1780 As shall not fail, nor yet grow stale through frequency of use: Nor do they fear God’s favor there, to forfeit by abuse.

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For there the saints are perfect saints, 1785 and holy ones indeed, From all the sin that dwelt within their mortal bodies freed: Made kings and priests to God through Christ’s dear love’s transcendency, 1790 There to remain, and there to reign with Him eternally.

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1 Cor. 13.12

Their eternal happiness and incomparable glory there.

Rev. 21.4

Psal. 16.11

Heb. 12.23

Rev. 1.6 & 22.5

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MARY ROWLANDSON c. 1637–1711

On June 20, 1675, the Wampanoag leader Metacom, who was sometimes called King Philip, or ga nized the "rst of a series of attacks on New Eng land settle- ments. These attacks, which lasted for more than a year, have become known as “King Philip’s War.” They were occasioned by the execution in Plymouth of three Wam- panoag tribesmen, but the grievances behind them had been growing for de cades. Crowded off their lands by the En glish colonists, the region’s Algonquian com- munities, including the Wampanoag, had begun to experience severe food short-

ages. Metacom and his allies wanted to regain sovereignty over their territory and to stop further colonial expansion. By the end of the war, in August 1676, three thousand Native Americans were dead, including Metacom, who was killed by a Native ally of the En glish. Colonial leaders had sold Metacom’s wife and children into slavery in the West Indies, along with many other pris- oners of the war. The En glish had suf- fered major losses as well. More than twelve hundred houses had been burned, and about six hundred colonials were dead. The war to restore Native sover- eignty in New Eng land had instead sharply diminished it, though Metacom and his forces had posed an existential challenge to the colonies.

The most famous account of these attacks is A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, written by the wife of the minister of the town of Lancaster, Mas sa chu setts, "fty miles west of Boston. Rowlandson spent eleven weeks as the Wampanoag’s cap- tive. Born in Somersetshire, in the south of Eng land, she moved to New Eng land with her family in 1639. Her father, John White, became a wealthy landholder in the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony, and in 1653 he settled in Lancaster. Around 1656, she married the Reverend Joseph Rowlandson. The attack on Lancaster occurred on February 20, 1676, while Joseph was away from home. Several members of Rowlandson’s family were killed in the attack, and she and three of

A Narrative. Mary Rowlandson, whose narrative "rst appeared in 1682, had refused to resist—or even try to escape from— her Native American captors. But in this illustration from around 1773, shortly before the beginning of the American Revolution, she has been given a gun and thus elevated into a defender of her realm — like the male patriots who at that time were opposing British policy.

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her children were taken captive; her daughter Sarah was badly wounded and died a few days later. During her captivity, Rowlandson was separated from her older children and saw them only occasionally. She was ransomed and released on the second of May, and after several weeks her surviving children were returned. In 1677 she and Joseph moved to Wethers"eld, Connecticut, where he died the next year. The town voted to pay her an annuity as their minister’s widow. She married Captain Samuel Talcott in Wethers"eld on August 6, 1679, and died in that Con- necticut Valley town, thirty "ve years after her famous ordeal.

Shortly after her release by the Wampanoags, Rowlandson began writing about her captivity, prompted by leading members of the clergy, including one who wrote a preface designed to "nd meaning for the colony in Rowlandson’s experiences. (That anonymous author was prob ably Increase Mather, who is discussed in the headnote for his son, Cotton Mather, below.) Published in 1682, A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson became one of the most popu lar prose works of the seventeenth century in both British North Amer i ca and Eng land. The narrative combines high adventure with tragedy and exemplary piety, while also revealing complex psychological and social dynamics. Using “removes” (i.e., depar- tures, movings from place to place) to structure her account, Rowlandson shows how she adjusted to the shock of the attack, the death of her daughter, and her own situation. As Rowlandson recovers and acclimates, she takes more interest in the unfamiliar people and activities around her, recognizing that some actions that initially seemed to redect the “savagery” of her captors were instead necessitated by their desperate circumstances. She includes striking portrayals of Metacom, who treats her graciously; her master, Quinnapin, who becomes something of a protec- tor for her; and Quinnapin’s wife Weetamoo, the “squaw sachem,” who treats her more harshly. She also vividly describes a “powwow” and other rituals and practices that were unfamiliar to her and many of her readers. She has some harsh words for “Praying Indians,” that is, Native Christians who sided with Metacom against the En glish. Her closing redections suggest her lingering trauma and her effort to make sense of her experiences as part of a divine plan. They offer some of the most mov- ing passages about grief and ac cep tance in American literature.

Several editions of the narrative appeared around the time of the American Revo- lution, suggesting that part of the work’s appeal is its connecting of an individual’s experience to a group identity. Its continued popularity contributed to a revival of the genre of the captivity narrative in the early nineteenth century, as Indian Removal and westward expansion created new pressures on Native communities. One of the major descendants in the genre is A Narrative of the Life of Mrs. Mary Jemison (1824), the story of a captive white woman who made a life with the Iroquois. Rowlandson’s narrative also exerted a lasting induence on American "ction, through works such as James Fenimore Cooper’s The Last of the Mohicans (1826) and Catharine Maria Sedgwick’s Hope Leslie: Or, Early Times in the Mas sa chu setts (1827), which were inspired in part by the genre that Rowlandson so powerfully brought to life.

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1. The text is from Original Narratives of Early American History, Narratives of Indian Wars 1675–1699 (1952), vol. 14, edited by C. H. Lin- coln. All copies of Rowlandson’s original edition have been lost. Like most modern editors, Lin- coln reprints the second “Addition,” "rst printed in Cambridge, Mas sa chu setts, in 1682. The full title is The sovereignty and goodness of GOD, together with the faithfulness of his promises dis- played; being a narrative of the captivity and res- toration of Mrs.  Mary Rowlandson, commended by her, to all that desires to know the Lord’s doings to, and dealings with her. Especially to her dear children and relations. The second Addition Cor- rected and amended. Written by her own hand for

her private use, and now made public at the ear- nest desire of some friends, and for the bene#t of the af"icted. Deut. 32.39. See now that I, even I am he, and there is no god with me; I kill and I make alive, I wound and I heal, neither is there any can deliver out of my hand. 2. Thursday, February  20, 1676, according to the Gregorian calendar, which was adopted in 1752. 3. Then a frontier town of about "fty families. 4. I.e., houses in the town where people gath- ered for defense. 5. Belly. 6. Projecting forti"cations.

A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson1

On the tenth of February 1675,2 came the Indians with great numbers upon Lancaster:3 their "rst coming was about sunrising; hearing the noise of some guns, we looked out; several houses were burning, and the smoke ascending to heaven. There were "ve persons taken in one house; the father, and the mother and a sucking child, they knocked on the head; the other two they took and carried away alive. There were two others, who being out of their garrison4 upon some occasion were set upon; one was knocked on the head, the other escaped; another there was who running along was shot and wounded, and fell down; he begged of them his life, promising them money (as they told me) but they would not hearken to him but knocked him in head, and stripped him naked, and split open his bowels.5 Another, seeing many of the Indians about his barn, ventured and went out, but was quickly shot down. There were three others belonging to the same garrison who were killed; the Indians getting up upon the roof of the barn, had advantage to shoot down upon them over their forti"cation. Thus these murderous wretches went on, burning, and destroying before them.

At length they came and beset our own house, and quickly it was the dole- fulest day that ever mine eyes saw. The house stood upon the edge of a hill; some of the Indians got behind the hill, others into the barn, and others behind anything that could shelter them; from all which places they shot against the house, so that the bullets seemed to dy like hail; and quickly they wounded one man among us, then another, and then a third. About two hours (according to my observation, in that amazing time) they had been about the house before they prevailed to "re it (which they did with dax and hemp, which they brought out of the barn, and there being no defense about the house, only two dankers6 at two opposite corners and one of them not "nished); they "red it once and one ventured out and quenched it, but they quickly "red it again, and that took. Now is the dreadful hour come, that I have often heard of (in time of war, as it was the case of others), but now mine eyes see it. Some in our house were "ghting for their lives, others wal- lowing in their blood, the house on "re over our heads, and the bloody hea- then ready to knock us on the head, if we stirred out. Now might we hear mothers and children crying out for themselves, and one another, “Lord, what shall we do?” Then I took my children (and one of my sisters’, hers) to

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7. I.e., eager to return the gun"re. 8. Hollered, yelled.

9. Psalm 46.8.

go forth and leave the house: but as soon as we came to the door and appeared, the Indians shot so thick that the bullets rattled against the house, as if one had taken an handful of stones and threw them, so that we were fain to give back.7 We had six stout dogs belonging to our garrison, but none of them would stir, though another time, if any Indian had come to the door, they were ready to dy upon him and tear him down. The Lord hereby would make us the more acknowledge His hand, and to see that our help is always in Him. But out we must go, the "re increasing, and coming along behind us, roaring, and the Indians gaping before us with their guns, spears, and hatchets to devour us. No sooner were we out of the house, but my brother- in- law (being before wounded, in defending the house, in or near the throat) fell down dead, whereat the Indians scornfully shouted, and hallowed,8 and were presently upon him, stripping off his clothes, the bullets dying thick, one went through my side, and the same (as would seem) through the bowels and hand of my dear child in my arms. One of my elder sisters’ children, named William, had then his leg broken, which the Indians perceiving, they knocked him on [his] head. Thus were we butchered by those merciless heathen, standing amazed, with the blood running down to our heels. My eldest sister being yet in the house, and seeing those woeful sights, the in"dels hauling mothers one way, and children another, and some wallowing in their blood: and her elder son telling her that her son William was dead, and myself was wounded, she said, “And Lord, let me die with them,” which was no sooner said, but she was struck with a bullet, and fell down dead over the threshold. I hope she is reap- ing the fruit of her good labors, being faithful to the ser vice of God in her place. In her younger years she lay under much trou ble upon spiritual accounts, till it pleased God to make that precious scripture take hold of her heart, “And he said unto me, my Grace is suf"cient for thee” (2 Corinthians 12.9). More than twenty years after, I have heard her tell how sweet and com- fortable that place was to her. But to return: the Indians laid hold of us, pull- ing me one way, and the children another, and said, “Come go along with us”; I told them they would kill me: they answered, if I were willing to go along with them, they would not hurt me.

Oh the doleful sight that now was to behold at this house! “Come, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he has made in the earth.”9 Of thirty- seven persons who were in this one house, none escaped either pres ent death, or a bitter captivity, save only one, who might say as he, “And I only am escaped alone to tell the News” (Job 1.15). There were twelve killed, some shot, some stabbed with their spears, some knocked down with their hatchets. When we are in prosperity, Oh the little that we think of such dreadful sights, and to see our dear friends, and relations lie bleeding out their heart- blood upon the ground. There was one who was chopped into the head with a hatchet, and stripped naked, and yet was crawling up and down. It is a solemn sight to see so many Christians lying in their blood, some here, and some there, like a com- pany of sheep torn by wolves, all of them stripped naked by a com pany of hell- hounds, roaring, singing, ranting, and insulting, as if they would have torn our very hearts out; yet the Lord by His almighty power preserved a number of us from death, for there were twenty- four of us taken alive and carried captive.

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1. Close. 2. I.e., Mas sa chu setts Bay, or Boston. 3. On August 30, 1675, Captain Samuel Mosely, encouraged by a number of people who were skep- tical of converted American Indians, brought to

Boston by force "fteen Christianized American Indians who lived on their own lands in Marlbor- ough, Mas sa chu setts, and accused them (prob ably unjustly) of an attack on the town of Lancaster on August 22.

I had often before this said that if the Indians should come, I should choose rather to be killed by them than taken alive, but when it came to the trial my mind changed; their glittering weapons so daunted my spirit, that I chose rather to go along with those (as I may say) ravenous beasts, than that moment to end my days; and that I may the better declare what happened to me during that grievous captivity, I shall particularly speak of the several removes we had up and down the wilderness.

The First Remove

Now away we must go with those barbarous creatures, with our bodies wounded and bleeding, and our hearts no less than our bodies. About a mile we went that night, up upon a hill within sight of the town, where they intended to lodge. There was hard1 by a vacant house (deserted by the En glish before, for fear of the Indians). I asked them whether I might not lodge in the house that night, to which they answered, “What, will you love En glish men still?” This was the dolefulest night that ever my eyes saw. Oh the roar- ing, and singing and dancing, and yelling of those black creatures in the night, which made the place a lively resemblance of hell. And as miserable was the waste that was there made of horses, cattle, sheep, swine, calves, lambs, roasting pigs, and fowl (which they had plundered in the town), some roasting, some lying and burning, and some boiling to feed our merciless enemies; who were joyful enough, though we were disconsolate. To add to the dolefulness of the former day, and the dismalness of the pres ent night, my thoughts ran upon my losses and sad bereaved condition. All was gone, my husband gone (at least separated from me, he being in the Bay;2 and to add to my grief, the Indians told me they would kill him as he came home- ward), my children gone, my relations and friends gone, our house and home and all our comforts— within door and without— all was gone (except my life), and I knew not but the next moment that might go too. There remained nothing to me but one poor wounded babe, and it seemed at pres ent worse than death that it was in such a pitiful condition, bespeaking compassion, and I had no refreshing for it, nor suitable things to revive it. Little do many think what is the savageness and brutishness of this barbarous enemy, Ay, even those that seem to profess more than others among them, when the En glish have fallen into their hands.

Those seven that were killed at Lancaster the summer before upon a Sabbath day, and the one that was afterward killed upon a weekday, were slain and mangled in a barbarous manner, by one- eyed John, and Marlbor- ough’s Praying Indians, which Capt. Mosely brought to Boston, as the Indi- ans told me.3

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4. West to Prince ton, Mas sa chu setts, near Mount Wachusett. 5. February 12–27; they stopped at a Native American village on the Ware River, near New

Braintree. 6. Abbreviation for videlicet: that is to say, namely (Latin).

The Second Remove4

But now, the next morning, I must turn my back upon the town, and travel with them into the vast and desolate wilderness, I knew not whither. It is not my tongue, or pen, can express the sorrows of my heart, and bitterness of my spirit that I had at this departure: but God was with me in a wonderful manner, carry ing me along, and bearing up my spirit, that it did not quite fail. One of the Indians carried my poor wounded babe upon a horse; it went moaning all along, “I shall die, I shall die.” I went on foot after it, with sorrow that cannot be expressed. At length I took it off the horse, and carried it in my arms till my strength failed, and I fell down with it. Then they set me upon a horse with my wounded child in my lap, and there being no furniture upon the horse’s back, as we were going down a steep hill we both fell over the horse’s head, at which they, like inhumane creatures, laughed, and rejoiced to see it, though I thought we should there have ended our days, as overcome with so many dif"culties. But the Lord renewed my strength still, and carried me along, that I might see more of His power; yea, so much that I could never have thought of, had I not experienced it.

After this it quickly began to snow, and when night came on, they stopped, and now down I must sit in the snow, by a little "re, and a few boughs behind me, with my sick child in my lap; and calling much for water, being now (through the wound) fallen into a violent fever. My own wound also growing so stiff that I could scarce sit down or rise up; yet so it must be, that I must sit all this cold winter night upon the cold snowy ground, with my sick child in my arms, looking that every hour would be the last of its life; and having no Christian friend near me, either to comfort or help me. Oh, I may see the wonderful power of God, that my Spirit did not utterly sink under my afdic- tion: still the Lord upheld me with His gracious and merciful spirit, and we were both alive to see the light of the next morning.

The Third Remove5

The morning being come, they prepared to go on their way. One of the Indi- ans got up upon a horse, and they set me up behind him, with my poor sick babe in my lap. A very wearisome and tedious day I had of it; what with my own wound, and my child’s being so exceeding sick, and in a la men ta ble con- dition with her wound. It may be easily judged what a poor feeble condition we were in, there being not the least crumb of refreshing that came within either of our mouths from Wednesday night to Saturday night, except only a little cold water. This day in the after noon, about an hour by sun, we came to the place where they intended, viz.6 an Indian town, called Wenimesset, northward of Quabaug. When we were come, Oh the number of pagans (now merciless enemies) that there came about me, that I may say as David, “I had fainted, unless I had believed, etc.” (Psalm 27.13). The next day was the Sab- bath. I then remembered how careless I had been of God’s holy time; how many Sabbaths I had lost and misspent, and how evilly I had walked in

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7. A colonial town. 8. Captain Beers had attempted to save the gar- rison of North"eld, Mas sa chu setts, on September 4, 1675. “Albany”: then a colony in New York.

9. In Job 16.2, Job says: “I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.” 1. A subordinate chief.

God’s sight; which lay so close unto my spirit, that it was easy for me to see how righ teous it was with God to cut off the thread of my life and cast me out of His presence forever. Yet the Lord still showed mercy to me, and upheld me; and as He wounded me with one hand, so he healed me with the other. This day there came to me one Robert Pepper (a man belonging to Roxbury)7 who was taken in Captain Beers’s "ght, and had been now a considerable time with the Indians; and up with them almost as far as Albany, to see King Philip, as he told me, and was now very lately come into these parts.8 Hearing, I say, that I was in this Indian town, he obtained leave to come and see me. He told me he himself was wounded in the leg at Captain Beers’s "ght; and was not able some time to go, but as they carried him, and as he took oaken leaves and laid to his wound, and through the blessing of God he was able to travel again. Then I took oaken leaves and laid to my side, and with the blessing of God it cured me also; yet before the cure was wrought, I may say, as it is in Psalm 38.5–6, “My wounds stink and are corrupt, I am troubled, I am bowed down greatly, I go mourning all the day long.” I sat much alone with a poor wounded child in my lap, which moaned night and day, having nothing to revive the body, or cheer the spirits of her, but instead of that, sometimes one Indian would come and tell me one hour that “your master will knock your child in the head,” and then a second, and then a third, “your master will quickly knock your child in the head.”

This was the comfort I had from them, miserable comforters are ye all, as he said.9 Thus nine days I sat upon my knees, with my babe in my lap, till my desh was raw again; my child being even ready to depart this sorrowful world, they bade me carry it out to another wigwam (I suppose because they would not be troubled with such spectacles) whither I went with a very heavy heart, and down I sat with the picture of death in my lap. About two hours in the night, my sweet babe like a lamb departed this life on Feb. 18, 1675. It being about six years, and "ve months old. It was nine days from the "rst wounding, in this miserable condition, without any refreshing of one nature or other, except a little cold water. I cannot but take notice how at another time I could not bear to be in the room where any dead person was, but now the case is changed; I must and could lie down by my dead babe, side by side all the night after. I have thought since of the wonderful goodness of God to me in preserving me in the use of my reason and senses in that dis- tressed time, that I did not use wicked and violent means to end my own miserable life. In the morning, when they understood that my child was dead they sent for me home to my master’s wigwam (by my master in this writ- ing, must be understood Quinnapin, who was a Sagamore,1 and married King Philip’s wife’s sister; not that he "rst took me, but I was sold to him by another Narragansett Indian, who took me when "rst I came out of the gar- rison). I went to take up my dead child in my arms to carry it with me, but they bid me let it alone; there was no resisting, but go I must and leave it. When I had been at my master’s wigwam, I took the "rst opportunity I could get to go look after my dead child. When I came I asked them what they had done with it; then they told me it was upon the hill. Then they went and

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2. Jacob’s lamentation in Genesis 42.36. 3. This colonial town in Mas sa chu setts was

attacked on February 21. 4. Whooping.

showed me where it was, where I saw the ground was newly digged, and there they told me they had buried it. There I left that child in the wilderness, and must commit it, and myself also in this wilderness condition, to Him who is above all. God having taken away this dear child, I went to see my daughter Mary, who was at this same Indian town, at a wigwam not very far off, though we had little liberty or opportunity to see one another. She was about ten years old, and taken from the door at "rst by a Praying Ind. and afterward sold for a gun. When I came in sight, she would fall aweeping; at which they were provoked, and would not let me come near her, but bade me be gone; which was a heart- cutting word to me. I had one child dead, another in the wilderness, I knew not where, the third they would not let me come near to: “Me (as he said) have ye bereaved of my Children, Joseph is not, and Simeon is not, and ye will take Benjamin also, all these things are against me.”2 I could not sit still in this condition, but kept walking from one place to another. And as I was going along, my heart was even over- whelmed with the thoughts of my condition, and that I should have children, and a nation which I knew not, ruled over them. Whereupon I earnestly entreated the Lord, that He would consider my low estate, and show me a token for good, and if it were His blessed will, some sign and hope of some relief. And indeed quickly the Lord answered, in some mea sure, my poor prayers; for as I was going up and down mourning and lamenting my condi- tion, my son came to me, and asked me how I did. I had not seen him before, since the destruction of the town, and I knew not where he was, till I was informed by himself, that he was amongst a smaller parcel of Indians, whose place was about six miles off. With tears in his eyes, he asked me whether his sister Sarah was dead; and told me he had seen his sister Mary; and prayed me, that I would not be troubled in reference to himself. The occa- sion of his coming to see me at this time, was this: there was, as I said, about six miles from us, a small plantation of Indians, where it seems he had been during his captivity; and at this time, there were some forces of the Ind. gath- ered out of our com pany, and some also from them (among whom was my son’s master) to go to assault and burn Med"eld.3 In this time of the absence of his master, his dame brought him to see me. I took this to be some gra- cious answer to my earnest and unfeigned desire. The next day, viz. to this, the Indians returned from Med"eld, all the com pany, for those that belonged to the other small com pany, came through the town that now we were at. But before they came to us, Oh! the outrageous roaring and hooping4 that there was. They began their din about a mile before they came to us. By their noise and hooping they signi"ed how many they had destroyed (which was at that time twenty- three). Those that were with us at home were gathered together as soon as they heard the hooping, and every time that the other went over their number, these at home gave a shout, that the very earth rung again. And thus they continued till those that had been upon the expedition were come up to the Sagamore’s wigwam; and then, Oh, the hideous insult- ing and triumphing that there was over some En glishmen’s scalps that they had taken (as their manner is) and brought with them. I cannot but take notice of the wonderful mercy of God to me in those afdictions, in sending

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5. A chapter concerned with blessings for obedi- ence to God and curses for disobedience. 6. I.e., in place of the blessings. 7. “That then the Lord thy God will turn thy captivity, and have compassion upon thee, and will return and gather thee from all the nations” (Deuteronomy 30.3), referring to the Israelites’ Babylonian captivity, or exile.

8. I.e., the mistress of a house. 9. Food. “One . . . reckon”: i.e., before she was expected to give birth. 1. Verse 14. “Ver. ult.”: last verse (Latin abbrev.) 2. February  28 to March  3. The camp was between Ware River and Miller’s River, in pres ent- day Petersham, Mas sa chu setts. 3. I.e., so soon after giving birth.

me a Bible. One of the Indians that came from [the] Med"eld "ght, had brought some plunder, came to me, and asked me, if I would have a Bible, he had got one in his basket. I was glad of it, and asked him, whether he thought the Indians would let me read? He answered, yes. So I took the Bible, and in that melancholy time, it came into my mind to read "rst the 28th chapter of Deuteronomy,5 which I did, and when I had read it, my dark heart wrought on this manner: that there was no mercy for me, that the blessings were gone, and the curses come in their room,6 and that I had lost my opportunity. But the Lord helped me still to go on reading till I came to Chap. 30, the seven "rst verses, where I found, there was mercy promised again, if we would return to Him by repentance;7 and though we were scattered from one end of the earth to the other, yet the Lord would gather us together, and turn all those curses upon our enemies. I do not desire to live to forget this Scrip- ture, and what comfort it was to me.

Now the Ind. began to talk of removing from this place, some one way, and some another. There were now besides myself nine En glish captives in this place (all of them children, except one woman). I got an opportunity to go and take my leave of them. They being to go one way, and I another, I asked them whether they were earnest with God for deliverance. They told me they did as they were able, and it was some comfort to me, that the Lord stirred up children to look to Him. The woman, viz. goodwife8 Joslin, told me she should never see me again, and that she could "nd in her heart to run away. I wished her not to run away by any means, for we were near thirty miles from any En glish town, and she very big with child, and had but one week to reckon, and another child in her arms, two years old, and bad rivers there were to go over, and we were feeble, with our poor and coarse enter- tainment.9 I had my Bible with me, I pulled it out, and asked her whether she would read. We opened the Bible and lighted on Psalm 27, in which Psalm we especially took notice of that, ver. ult., “Wait on the Lord, Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine Heart, wait I say on the Lord.”1

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And now I must part with that little com pany I had. Here I parted from my daughter Mary (whom I never saw again till I saw her in Dorchester, returned from captivity), and from four little cousins and neighbors, some of which I never saw afterward: the Lord only knows the end of them. Amongst them also was that poor woman before mentioned, who came to a sad end, as some of the com pany told me in my travel: she having much grief upon her spirit about her miserable condition, being so near her time,3 she would be often asking the Indians to let her go home; they not being willing to that, and yet vexed with her importunity, gathered a great com pany together about her and stripped her naked, and set her in the midst of them, and when they had sung

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4. March 3 to March 5. 5. Mas sa chu setts and Connecticut forces. 6. King of Israel (c. 843–816 b.c.e.) who killed the kings Jehoram and Ahaziah (cf. 2 Kings

9.20). 7. Pres ent- day Miller’s River, in Orange, Mas sa- chu setts. 8. Weetamoo.

and danced about her (in their hellish manner) as long as they pleased they knocked her on [the] head, and the child in her arms with her. When they had done that they made a "re and put them both into it, and told the other children that were with them that if they attempted to go home, they would serve them in like manner. The children said she did not shed one tear, but prayed all the while. But to return to my own journey, we traveled about half a day or little more, and came to a desolate place in the wilderness, where there were no wigwams or inhabitants before; we came about the middle of the after noon to this place, cold and wet, and snowy, and hungry, and weary, and no refreshing for man but the cold ground to sit on, and our poor Indian cheer.

Heart- aching thoughts here I had about my poor children, who were scat- tered up and down among the wild beasts of the forest. My head was light and dizzy ( either through hunger or hard lodging, or trou ble or all together), my knees feeble, my body raw by sitting double night and day, that I cannot express to man the afdiction that lay upon my spirit, but the Lord helped me at that time to express it to Himself. I opened my Bible to read, and the Lord brought that precious Scripture to me. “Thus saith the Lord, refrain thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears, for thy work shall be rewarded, and they shall come again from the land of the enemy” (Jeremiah 31.16). This was a sweet cordial to me when I was ready to faint; many and many a time have I sat down and wept sweetly over this Scripture. At this place we continued about four days.

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The occasion (as I thought) of their moving at this time was the En glish army,5 it being near and following them. For they went as if they had gone for their lives, for some considerable way, and then they made a stop, and chose some of their stoutest men, and sent them back to hold the En glish army in play whilst the rest escaped. And then, like Jehu,6 they marched on furiously, with their old and with their young: some carried their old decrepit mothers, some carried one, and some another. Four of them carried a great Indian upon a bier; but going through a thick wood with him, they were hin- dered, and could make no haste, whereupon they took him upon their backs, and carried him, one at a time, till they came to Banquaug river.7 Upon a Friday, a little after noon, we came to this river. When all the com- pany was come up, and were gathered together, I thought to count the num- ber of them, but they were so many, and being somewhat in motion, it was beyond my skill. In this travel, because of my wound, I was somewhat favored in my load; I carried only my knitting work and two quarts of parched meal. Being very faint I asked my mistress8 to give me one spoonful of the meal, but she would not give me a taste. They quickly fell to cutting dry trees, to make rafts to carry them over the river: and soon my turn came to go over. By the advantage of some brush which they had laid upon the raft to sit upon, I did not wet my foot (which many of themselves at the other end were mid-

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9. Monday, March  6, ending near North"eld, Mas sa chu setts. 1. Lot’s wife looked back on the wicked city of

Sodom and was turned into a pillar of salt (Genesis 19.24).

leg deep) which cannot but be acknowledged as a favor of God to my weak- ened body, it being a very cold time. I was not before acquainted with such kind of doings or dangers. “When thou passeth through the waters I will be with thee, and through the rivers they shall not overdow thee” (Isaiah 43.2). A certain number of us got over the river that night, but it was the night after the Sabbath before all the com pany was got over. On the Saturday they boiled an old horse’s leg which they had got, and so we drank of the broth, as soon as they thought it was ready, and when it was almost all gone, they "lled it up again.

The "rst week of my being among them I hardly ate anything; the second week I found my stomach grow very faint for want of something; and yet it was very hard to get down their "lthy trash; but the third week, though I could think how formerly my stomach would turn against this or that, and I could starve and die before I could eat such things, yet they were sweet and savory to my taste. I was at this time knitting a pair of white cotton stockings for my mistress; and had not yet wrought upon a Sabbath day. When the Sabbath came they bade me go to work. I told them it was the Sabbath day, and desired them to let me rest, and told them I would do as much more tomorrow; to which they answered me they would break my face. And here I cannot but take notice of the strange providence of God in pre- serving the heathen. They were many hundreds, old and young, some sick, and some lame; many had papooses at their backs. The greatest number at this time with us were squaws, and they traveled with all they had, bag and baggage, and yet they got over this river aforesaid; and on Monday they set their wigwams on "re, and away they went. On that very day came the En glish army after them to this river, and saw the smoke of their wigwams, and yet this river put a stop to them. God did not give them courage or activ- ity to go over after us. We were not ready for so great a mercy as victory and deliverance. If we had been God would have found out a way for the En glish to have passed this river, as well as for the Indians with their squaws and children, and all their luggage. “Oh that my people had hearkened to me, and Israel had walked in my ways, I should soon have subdued their ene- mies, and turned my hand against their adversaries” (Psalm 81.13–14).

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On Monday (as I said) they set their wigwams on "re and went away. It was a cold morning, and before us there was a great brook with ice on it; some waded through it, up to the knees and higher, but others went till they came to a beaver dam, and I amongst them, where through the good provi- dence of God, I did not wet my foot. I went along that day mourning and lamenting, leaving farther my own country, and traveling into a vast and howling wilderness, and I understood something of Lot’s wife’s temptation, when she looked back.1 We came that day to a great swamp, by the side of which we took up our lodging that night. When I came to the brow of the hill, that looked toward the swamp, I thought we had been come to a great Indian

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2. Near Beers Plain, in North"eld, Mas sa chu- setts. 3. I.e., bent (with a crackling sound).

4. Proverbs 27.7. 5. To Coasset, in South Vernon, Vermont.

town (though there were none but our own com pany). The Indians were as thick as the trees: it seemed as if there had been a thousand hatchets going at once. If one looked before one there was nothing but Indians, and behind one, nothing but Indians, and so on either hand, I myself in the midst, and no Christian soul near me, and yet how hath the Lord preserved me in safety? Oh the experience that I have had of the goodness of God, to me and mine!

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After a restless and hungry night there, we had a wearisome time of it the next day. The swamp by which we lay was, as it were, a deep dungeon, and an exceeding high and steep hill before it. Before I got to the top of the hill, I thought my heart and legs, and all would have broken, and failed me. What, through faintness and soreness of body, it was a grievous day of travel to me. As we went along, I saw a place where En glish cattle had been. That was comfort to me, such as it was. Quickly after that we came to an En glish path, which so took with me, that I thought I could have freely lyen down and died. That day, a little after noon, we came to Squakeag,2 where the Indians quickly spread themselves over the deserted En glish "elds, glean- ing what they could "nd. Some picked up ears of wheat that were crickled3 down; some found ears of Indian corn; some found ground nuts, and others sheaves of wheat that were frozen together in the shock, and went to thresh- ing of them out. Myself got two ears of Indian corn, and whilst I did but turn my back, one of them was stolen from me, which much troubled me. There came an Indian to them at that time with a basket of horse liver. I asked him to give me a piece. “What,” says he, “can you eat horse liver?” I told him, I would try, if he would give a piece, which he did, and I laid it on the coals to roast. But before it was half ready they got half of it away from me, so that I was fain to take the rest and eat it as it was, with the blood about my mouth, and yet a savory bit it was to me: “For to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.”4 A solemn sight methought it was, to see "elds of wheat and Indian corn forsaken and spoiled and the remainders of them to be food for our merciless enemies. That night we had a mess of wheat for our supper.

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On the morrow morning we must go over the river, i.e. Connecticut, to meet with King Philip. Two canoes full they had carried over; the next turn I myself was to go. But as my foot was upon the canoe to step in there was a sudden outcry among them, and I must step back, and instead of going over the river, I must go four or "ve miles up the river farther northward. Some of the Indians ran one way, and some another. The cause of this rout was, as I thought, their espying some En glish scouts, who were thereabout. In this travel up the river about noon the com pany made a stop, and sat down; some to eat, and others to rest them. As I sat amongst them, musing of things

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6. Job 1.21. 7. Rowlandson prob ably has in mind Psalm 145.4: “One generation shall praise thy works to another, and shall declare thy mighty acts.”

8. I.e., among believers (“saints”) as well as the unregenerate. 9. A colonial town in Western Mas sa chu setts.

past, my son Joseph unexpectedly came to me. We asked of each other’s wel- fare, bemoaning our doleful condition, and the change that had come upon us. We had husband and father, and children, and sisters, and friends, and relations, and house, and home, and many comforts of this life: but now we may say, as Job, “Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return: the Lord gave, the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord.”6 I asked him whether he would read. He told me he earnestly desired it, I gave him my Bible, and he lighted upon that comfortable Scripture “I shall not die but live, and declare the works of the Lord: the Lord hath chastened me sore, yet he hath not given me over to death” (Psalm 118.17–18). “Look here, mother,” says he, “did you read this?” And here I may take occasion to mention one principal ground of my setting forth these lines: even as the psalmist says, to declare the works of the Lord, and His wonderful power in carry ing us along, preserving us in the wilderness, while under the enemy’s hand, and returning of us in safety again. And His goodness in bringing to my hand so many comfortable and suitable scriptures in my distress.7 But to return, we traveled on till night; and in the morning, we must go over the river to Philip’s crew. When I was in the canoe I could not but be amazed at the numerous crew of pagans that were on the bank on the other side. When I came ashore, they gathered all about me, I sitting alone in the midst. I observed they asked one another questions, and laughed, and rejoiced over their gains and victories. Then my heart began to fail: and I fell aweeping, which was the "rst time to my remembrance, that I wept before them. Although I had met with so much afdiction, and my heart was many times ready to break, yet could I not shed one tear in their sight; but rather had been all this while in a maze, and like one astonished. But now I may say as Psalm 137.1, “By the Rivers of Babylon, there we sate down: yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.” There one of them asked me why I wept. I could hardly tell what to say: Yet I answered, they would kill me. “No,” said he, “none will hurt you.” Then came one of them and gave me two spoonfuls of meal to comfort me, and another gave me half a pint of peas; which was more worth than many bush- els at another time. Then I went to see King Philip. He bade me come in and sit down, and asked me whether I would smoke it (a usual compliment nowa- days amongst saints and sinners)8 but this no way suited me. For though I had formerly used tobacco, yet I had left it ever since I was "rst taken. It seems to be a bait the devil lays to make men lose their precious time. I remember with shame how formerly, when I had taken two or three pipes, I was presently ready for another, such a bewitching thing it is. But I thank God, He has now given me power over it; surely there are many who may be better employed than to lie sucking a stinking tobacco- pipe.

Now the Indians gather their forces to go against Northampton.9 Over night one went about yelling and hooting to give notice of the design. Where- upon they fell to boiling of ground nuts, and parching of corn (as many as had it) for their provision; and in the morning away they went. During my abode in this place, Philip spake to me to make a shirt for his boy, which I

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1. Food. 2. Husband. 3. Relation, i.e., wife.

4. I.e., "ve kernels of corn in place of it. 5. To the Ashuelot Valley, in New Hampshire.

did, for which he gave me a shilling. I offered the money to my master, but he bade me keep it; and with it I bought a piece of horse desh. Afterwards he asked me to make a cap for his boy, for which he invited me to dinner. I went, and he gave me a pancake, about as big as two "n gers. It was made of parched wheat, beaten, and fried in bear’s grease, but I thought I never tasted pleasanter meat1 in my life. There was a squaw who spake to me to make a shirt for her sannup,2 for which she gave me a piece of bear. Another asked me to knit a pair of stockings, for which she gave me a quart of peas. I boiled my peas and bear together, and invited my master and mistress to dinner; but the proud gossip,3 because I served them both in one dish, would eat nothing, except one bit that he gave her upon the point of his knife. Hear- ing that my son was come to this place, I went to see him, and found him lying dat upon the ground. I asked him how he could sleep so? He answered me that he was not asleep, but at prayer; and lay so, that they might not observe what he was doing. I pray God he may remember these things now he is returned in safety. At this place (the sun now getting higher) what with the beams and heat of the sun, and the smoke of the wigwams, I thought I should have been blind. I could scarce discern one wigwam from another. There was here one Mary Thurston of Med"eld, who seeing how it was with me, lent me a hat to wear; but as soon as I was gone, the squaw (who owned that Mary Thurston) came running after me, and got it away again. Here was the squaw that gave me one spoonful of meal. I put it in my pocket to keep it safe. Yet notwithstanding, somebody stole it, but put "ve Indian corns in the room of it;4 which corns were the greatest provisions I had in my travel for one day.

The Indians returning from Northampton, brought with them some horses, and sheep, and other things which they had taken; I desired them that they would carry me to Albany upon one of those horses, and sell me for powder: for so they had sometimes discoursed. I was utterly hopeless of getting home on foot, the way that I came. I could hardly bear to think of the many weary steps I had taken, to come to this place.

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But instead of going either to Albany or homeward, we must go "ve miles up the river, and then go over it. Here we abode a while. Here lived a sorry Indian, who spoke to me to make him a shirt. When I had done it, he would pay me nothing. But he living by the riverside, where I often went to fetch water, I would often be putting of him in mind, and calling for my pay: At last he told me if I would make another shirt, for a papoose not yet born, he would give me a knife, which he did when I had done it. I carried the knife in, and my master asked me to give it him, and I was not a little glad that I had anything that they would accept of, and be pleased with. When we were at this place, my master’s maid came home; she had been gone three weeks into the Narragansett country to fetch corn, where they had stored up some in the ground. She brought home about a peck and half of corn. This was

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about the time that their great captain, Naananto, was killed in the Narra- gansett country. My son being now about a mile from me, I asked liberty to go and see him; they bade me go, and away I went; but quickly lost myself, traveling over hills and through swamps, and could not "nd the way to him. And I cannot but admire at the wonderful power and goodness of God to me, in that, though I was gone from home, and met with all sorts of Indians, and those I had no knowledge of, and there being no Christian soul near me; yet not one of them offered the least imaginable miscarriage to me. I turned homeward again, and met with my master. He showed me the way to my son. When I came to him I found him not well: and withal he had a boil on his side, which much troubled him. We bemoaned one another a while, as the Lord helped us, and then I returned again. When I was returned, I found myself as unsatis"ed as I was before. I went up and down mourning and lamenting; and my spirit was ready to sink with the thoughts of my poor children. My son was ill, and I could but not think of his mournful looks, and no Christian friend was near him, to do any of"ce of love for him, either for soul or body. And my poor girl, I knew not where she was, nor whether she was sick, or well, or alive, or dead. I repaired under these thoughts to my Bible (my great comfort in that time) and that Scripture came to my hand, “Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and He shall sustain thee” (Psalm 55.22).

But I was fain to go and look after something to satisfy my hunger, and going among the wigwams, I went into one and there found a squaw who showed herself very kind to me, and gave me a piece of bear. I put it into my pocket, and came home, but could not "nd an opportunity to broil it, for fear they would get it from me, and there it lay all that day and night in my stinking pocket. In the morning I went to the same squaw, who had a kettle of ground nuts boiling. I asked her to let me boil my piece of bear in her kettle, which she did, and gave me some ground nuts to eat with it: and I cannot but think how pleasant it was to me. I have sometime seen bear baked very handsomely among the En glish, and some like it, but the thought that it was bear made me tremble. But now that was savory to me that one would think was enough to turn the stomach of a brute creature.

One bitter cold day I could "nd no room to sit down before the "re. I went out, and could not tell what to do, but I went in to another wigwam, where they were also sitting round the "re, but the squaw laid a skin for me, and bid me sit down, and gave me some ground nuts, and bade me come again; and told me they would buy me, if they were able, and yet these were strang- ers to me that I never saw before.

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That day a small part of the com pany removed about three- quarters of a mile, intending further the next day. When they came to the place where they intended to lodge, and had pitched their wigwams, being hungry, I went again back to the place we were before at, to get something to eat, being encouraged by the squaw’s kindness, who bade me come again. When I was there, there came an Indian to look after me, who when he had found me,

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7. April 1676, near Chester"eld, New Hamp- shire—as far north as Rowlandson was taken. 8. Sunday, April 9.

9. Yes. 1. Outraged.

kicked me all along. I went home and found venison roasting that night, but they would not give me one bit of it. Sometimes I met with favor, and some- times with nothing but frowns.

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The next day in the morning they took their travel, intending a day’s journey up the river. I took my load at my back, and quickly we came to wade over the river; and passed over tiresome and wearisome hills. One hill was so steep that I was fain to creep up upon my knees, and to hold by the twigs and bushes to keep myself from falling backward. My head also was so light that I usually reeled as I went; but I hope all these wearisome steps that I have taken, are but a forewarning to me of the heavenly rest: “I know, O Lord, that thy judgments are right, and that thou in faithfulness hast afdicted me” (Psalm 119.75).

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It was upon a Sabbath- day morning, that they prepared for their travel. This morning I asked my master whether he would sell me to my husband. He answered me “Nux,” 9 which did much rejoice my spirit. My mistress, before we went, was gone to the burial of a papoose, and returning, she found me sitting and reading in my Bible; she snatched it hastily out of my hand, and threw it out of doors. I ran out and catched it up, and put it into my pocket, and never let her see it afterward. Then they packed up their things to be gone, and gave me my load. I complained it was too heavy, whereupon she gave me a slap in the face, and bade me go; I lifted up my heart to God, hoping the redemption was not far off; and the rather because their insolency grew worse and worse.

But the thoughts of my going homeward (for so we bent our course) much cheered my spirit, and made my burden seem light, and almost nothing at all. But (to my amazement and great perplexity) the scale was soon turned; for when we had gone a little way, on a sudden my mistress gives out; she would go no further, but turn back again, and said I must go back again with her, and she called her sannup, and would have had him gone back also, but he would not, but said he would go on, and come to us again in three days. My spirit was, upon this, I confess, very impatient, and almost outrageous.1 I thought I could as well have died as went back; I cannot declare the trou- ble that I was in about it; but yet back again I must go. As soon as I had the opportunity, I took my Bible to read, and that quieting Scripture came to my hand, “Be still, and know that I am God” (Psalm 46.10). Which stilled my spirit for the pres ent. But a sore time of trial, I concluded, I had to go through, my master being gone, who seemed to me the best friend that I had of an Indian, both in cold and hunger, and quickly so it proved. Down I sat, with my heart as full as it could hold, and yet so hungry that I could not sit neither; but going out to see what I could "nd, and walking among

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2. Worthless things. 3. To Hinsdale, New Hampshire, near the

Connecticut River. 4. Job 19.21.

the trees, I found six acorns, and two chestnuts, which were some refresh- ment to me. Towards night I gathered some sticks for my own comfort, that I might not lie a- cold; but when we came to lie down they bade me to go out, and lie somewhere else, for they had com pany (they said) come in more than their own. I told them, I could not tell where to go, they bade me go look; I told them, if I went to another wigwam they would be angry, and send me home again. Then one of the com pany drew his sword, and told me he would run me through if I did not go presently. Then was I fain to stoop to this rude fellow, and to go out in the night, I knew not whither. Mine eyes have seen that fellow afterwards walking up and down Boston, under the appearance of a Friend Indian, and several others of the like cut. I went to one wigwam, and they told me they had no room. Then I went to another, and they said the same; at last an old Indian bade me to come to him, and his squaw gave me some ground nuts; she gave me also something to lay under my head, and a good "re we had; and through the good providence of God, I had a comfort- able lodging that night. In the morning, another Indian bade me come at night, and he would give me six ground nuts, which I did. We were at this place and time about two miles from [the] Connecticut River. We went in the morning to gather ground nuts, to the river, and went back again that night. I went with a good load at my back (for they when they went, though but a little way, would carry all their trumpery2 with them). I told them the skin was off my back, but I had no other comforting answer from them than this: that it would be no matter if my head were off too.

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Instead of going toward the Bay, which was that I desired, I must go with them "ve or six miles down the river into a mighty thicket of brush; where we abode almost a fortnight. Here one asked me to make a shirt for her papoose, for which she gave me a mess of broth, which was thickened with meal made of the bark of a tree, and to make it the better, she had put into it about a handful of peas, and a few roasted ground nuts. I had not seen my son a pretty while, and here was an Indian of whom I made inquiry after him, and asked him when he saw him. He answered me that such a time his master roasted him, and that himself did eat a piece of him, as big as his two "n gers, and that he was very good meat. But the Lord upheld my Spirit, under this discouragement; and I considered their horrible addictedness to lying, and that there is not one of them that makes the least conscience of speaking of truth. In this place, on a cold night, as I lay by the "re, I removed a stick that kept the heat from me. A squaw moved it down again, at which I looked up, and she threw a handful of ashes in mine eyes. I thought I should have been quite blinded, and have never seen more, but lying down, the water run out of my eyes, and carried the dirt with it, that by the morn- ing I recovered my sight again. Yet upon this, and the like occasions, I hope it is not too much to say with Job, “Have pity upon me, O ye my Friends, for the Hand of the Lord has touched me.”4 And here I cannot but remember how many times sitting in their wigwams, and musing on things past, I

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5. Judges 16.20. “Wist”: knew. 6. A colonial town southeast of Northampton.

7. I.e., Satan.

should suddenly leap up and run out, as if I had been at home, forgetting where I was, and what my condition was; but when I was without, and saw nothing but wilderness, and woods, and a com pany of barbarous heathens, my mind quickly returned to me, which made me think of that, spoken con- cerning Sampson, who said, “I will go out and shake myself as at other times, but he wist not that the Lord was departed from him.”5 About this time I began to think that all my hopes of restoration would come to noth- ing. I thought of the En glish army, and hoped for their coming, and being taken by them, but that failed. I hoped to be carried to Albany, as the Indi- ans had discoursed before, but that failed also. I thought of being sold to my husband, as my master spake, but instead of that, my master himself was gone, and I left behind, so that my spirit was now quite ready to sink. I asked them to let me go out and pick up some sticks, that I might get alone, and pour out my heart unto the Lord. Then also I took my Bible to read, but I found no comfort here neither, which many times I was wont to "nd. So easy a thing it is with God to dry up the streams of Scripture comfort from us. Yet I can say, that in all my sorrows and afdictions, God did not leave me to have my impatience work towards Himself, as if His ways were unrigh- teous. But I knew that He laid upon me less than I deserved. Afterward, before this doleful time ended with me, I was turning the leaves of my Bible, and the Lord brought to me some Scriptures, which did a little revive me, as that [in] Isaiah 55.8: “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.” And also that [in] Psalm 37.5: “Commit thy way unto the Lord; trust also in him; and he shall bring it to pass.” About this time they came yelping from Hadley,6 where they had killed three En glishmen, and brought one captive with them, viz. Thomas Read. They all gathered about the poor man, asking him many questions. I desired also to go and see him; and when I came, he was crying bitterly, supposing they would quickly kill him. Whereupon I asked one of them, whether they intended to kill him; he answered me, they would not. He being a little cheered with that, I asked him about the welfare of my husband. He told me he saw him such a time in the Bay, and he was well, but very melan- choly. By which I certainly understood (though I suspected it before) that whatsoever the Indians told me respecting him was vanity and lies. Some of them told me he was dead, and they had killed him; some said he was mar- ried again, and that the Governor wished him to marry; and told him he should have his choice, and that all persuaded I was dead. So like were these barbarous creatures to him who was a liar from the beginning.7

As I was sitting once in the wigwam here, Philip’s maid came in with the child in her arms, and asked me to give her a piece of my apron, to make a dap for it. I told her I would not. Then my mistress bade me give it, but still I said no. The maid told me if I would not give her a piece, she would tear a piece off it. I told her I would tear her coat then. With that my mistress rises up, and take up a stick big enough to have killed me, and struck at me with it. But I stepped out, and she struck the stick into the mat of the wigwam. But while she was pulling of it out I ran to the maid and gave her all my apron, and so that storm went over.

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8. A colonial town southwest of Hadley. 9. Dysentery.

Hearing that my son was come to this place, I went to see him, and told him his father was well, but melancholy. He told me he was as much grieved for his father as for himself. I wondered at his speech, for I thought I had enough upon my spirit in reference to myself, to make me mindless of my husband and every one else; they being safe among their friends. He told me also, that awhile before, his master (together with other Indians) were going to the French for powder; but by the way the Mohawks met with them, and killed four of their com pany, which made the rest turn back again, for it might have been worse with him, had he been sold to the French, than it proved to be in his remaining with the Indians.

I went to see an En glish youth in this place, one John Gilbert of Spring- "eld.8 I found him lying without doors, upon the ground. I asked him how he did? He told me he was very sick of a dux,9 with eating so much blood. They had turned him out of the wigwam, and with him an Indian papoose, almost dead (whose parents had been killed), in a bitter cold day, without "re or clothes. The young man himself had nothing on but his shirt and waistcoat. This sight was enough to melt a heart of dint. There they lay quiv- ering in the cold, the youth round like a dog, the papoose stretched out with his eyes and nose and mouth full of dirt, and yet alive, and groaning. I advised John to go and get to some "re. He told me he could not stand, but I persuaded him still, lest he should lie there and die. And with much ado I got him to a "re, and went myself home. As soon as I was got home his mas- ter’s daughter came after me, to know what I had done with the En glishman. I told her I had got him to a "re in such a place. Now had I need to pray Paul’s Prayer “That we may be delivered from unreasonable and wicked men” (2 Thessalonians 3.2). For her satisfaction I went along with her, and brought her to him; but before I got home again it was noised about that I was running away and getting the En glish youth, along with me; that as soon as I came in they began to rant and domineer, asking me where I had been, and what I had been doing? and saying they would knock him on the head. I told them I had been seeing the En glish youth, and that I would not run away. They told me I lied, and taking up a hatchet, they came to me, and said they would knock me down if I stirred out again, and so con"ned me to the wigwam. Now may I say with David, “I am in a great strait” (2 Samuel 24.14). If I keep in, I must die with hunger, and if I go out, I must be knocked in [the] head. This distressed condition held that day, and half the next. And then the Lord remembered me, whose mercies are great. Then came an Indian to me with a pair of stockings that were too big for him, and he would have me ravel them out, and knit them "t for him. I showed myself willing, and bid him ask my mistress if I might go along with him a little way; she said yes, I might, but I was not a little refreshed with that news, that I had my liberty again. Then I went along with him, and he gave me some roasted ground nuts, which did again revive my feeble stomach.

Being got out of her sight, I had time and liberty again to look into my Bible; which was my guide by day, and my pillow by night. Now that comfort- able Scripture presented itself to me, “For a small moment have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I gather thee” (Isaiah 54.7). Thus the Lord carried me along from one time to another, and made good to me this precious

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1. Lack. Cf. Psalm 23.1. 2. Isaiah 38.3. 3. Psalm 51.4. 4. Luke 18.13. 5. Luke 15.21.

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promise, and many others. Then my son came to see me, and I asked his master to let him stay awhile with me, that I might comb his head, and look over him, for he was almost overcome with lice. He told me, when I had done, that he was very hungry, but I had nothing to relieve him, but bid him go into the wigwams as he went along, and see if he could get anything among them. Which he did, and it seems tarried a little too long; for his master was angry with him, and beat him, and then sold him. Then he came running to tell me he had a new master, and that he had given him some ground nuts already. Then I went along with him to his new master who told me he loved him, and he should not want.1 So his master carried him away, and I never saw him afterward, till I saw him at Piscataqua in Portsmouth.

That night they bade me go out of the wigwam again. My mistress’s papoose was sick, and it died that night, and there was one bene"t in it— that there was more room. I went to a wigwam, and they bade me come in, and gave me a skin to lie upon, and a mess of venison and ground nuts, which was a choice dish among them. On the morrow they buried the papoose, and afterward, both morning and eve ning, there came a com pany to mourn and howl with her; though I confess I could not much condole with them. Many sorrowful days I had in this place, often getting alone. “Like a crane, or a swallow, so did I chatter; I did mourn as a dove, mine eyes ail with looking upward. Oh, Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me” (Isaiah 38.14). I could tell the Lord, as Hezekiah, “Remember now O Lord, I beseech thee, how I have walked before thee in truth.”2 Now had I time to examine all my ways: my conscience did not accuse me of unrigh teousness toward one or other; yet I saw how in my walk with God, I had been a careless creature. As David said, “Against thee, thee only have I sinned”:3 and I might say with the poor publi- can, “God be merciful unto me a sinner.”4 On the Sabbath days, I could look upon the sun and think how people were going to the house of God, to have their souls refreshed; and then home, and their bodies also; but I was destitute of both; and might say as the poor prodigal, “He would fain have "lled his belly with the husks that the swine did eat, and no man gave unto him” (Luke 15.16). For I must say with him, “ Father, I have sinned against Heaven and in thy sight.”5 I remembered how on the night before and after the Sabbath, when my family was about me, and relations and neighbors with us, we could pray and sing, and then refresh our bodies with the good creatures of God; and then have a comfortable bed to lie down on; but instead of all this, I had only a little swill for the body and then, like a swine, must lie down on the ground. I cannot express to man the sorrow that lay upon my spirit; the Lord knows it. Yet that comfortable Scripture would often come to mind, “For a small moment have I forsaken thee, but with great mercies will I gather thee.”6

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Now must we pack up and be gone from this thicket, bending our course toward the Baytowns; I having nothing to eat by the way this day, but a few

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8. Steaming. 9. Fastidious.

1. Slovenly (unclean) practice. 2. I.e., it so happened.

crumbs of cake, that an Indian gave my girl the same day we were taken. She gave it me, and I put it in my pocket; there it lay, till it was so moldy (for want of good baking) that one could not tell what it was made of; it fell all to crumbs, and grew so dry and hard, that it was like little dints; and this refreshed me many times, when I was ready to faint. It was in my thoughts when I put it into my mouth, that if ever I returned, I would tell the world what a blessing the Lord gave to such mean food. As we went along they killed a deer, with a young one in her, they gave me a piece of the fawn, and it was so young and tender, that one might eat the bones as well as the desh, and yet I thought it very good. When night came on we sat down; it rained, but they quickly got up a bark wigwam, where I lay dry that night. I looked out in the morning, and many of them had lain in the rain all night, I saw by their reeking.8 Thus the Lord dealt mercifully with me many times, and I fared better than many of them. In the morning they took the blood of the deer, and put it into the paunch, and so boiled it. I could eat nothing of that, though they ate it sweetly. And yet they were so nice9 in other things, that when I had fetched water, and had put the dish I dipped the water with into the kettle of water which I brought, they would say they would knock me down; for they said, it was a sluttish trick.1

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We went on our travel. I having got one handful of ground nuts, for my sup- port that day, they gave me my load, and I went on cheerfully (with the thoughts of going homeward), having my burden more on my back than my spirit. We came to Banquang river again that day, near which we abode a few days. Sometimes one of them would give me a pipe, another a little tobacco, another a little salt: which I would change for a little victuals. I cannot but think what a wolvish appetite persons have in a starving condi- tion; for many times when they gave me that which was hot, I was so greedy, that I should burn my mouth, that it would trou ble me hours after, and yet I should quickly do the same again. And after I was thoroughly hungry, I was never again satis"ed. For though sometimes it fell out,2 that I got enough, and did eat till I could eat no more, yet I was as unsatis"ed as I was when I began. And now could I see that Scripture veri"ed ( there being many Scrip- tures which we do not take notice of, or understand till we are afdicted) “Thou shalt eat and not be satis"ed” (Micah 6.14). Now might I see more than ever before, the miseries that sin hath brought upon us. Many times I should be ready to run against the heathen, but the Scripture would quiet me again, “ Shall there be evil in a City and the Lord hath not done it?” (Amos 3.6). The Lord help me to make a right improvement of His word, and that I might learn that great lesson: “He hath showed thee (Oh Man) what is good, and what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justly, and love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God? Hear ye the rod, and who hath appointed it” (Micah 6.8–9).

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3. Porridge made of Indian corn. 4. I.e., the refuse, that which he was casting away.

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We began this remove with wading over Banquang river: the water was up to the knees, and the stream very swift, and so cold that I thought it would have cut me in sunder. I was so weak and feeble, that I reeled as I went along, and thought there I must end my days at last, after my bearing and getting through so many dif"culties. The Indians stood laughing to see me stagger- ing along; but in my distress the Lord gave me experience of the truth, and goodness of that promise, “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overdow thee” (Isaiah 43.2). Then I sat down to put on my stockings and shoes, with the tears running down mine eyes, and sorrowful thoughts in my heart, but I got up to go along with them. Quickly there came up to us an Indian, who informed them that I must go to Wachusett to my master, for there was a letter come from the council to the Sagamores, about redeeming the captives, and that there would be another in fourteen days, and that I must be there ready. My heart was so heavy before that I could scarce speak or go in the path; and yet now so light, that I could run. My strength seemed to come again, and recruit my feeble knees, and aching heart. Yet it pleased them to go but one mile that night, and there we stayed two days. In that time came a com pany of Indians to us, near thirty, all on horse back. My heart skipped within me, thinking they had been En glishmen at the "rst sight of them, for they were dressed in En glish apparel, with hats, white neckcloths, and sashes about their waists; and ribbons upon their shoulders; but when they came near, there was a vast difference between the lovely faces of Christians, and foul looks of those heathens, which much damped my spirit again.

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A comfortable remove it was to me, because of my hopes. They gave me a pack, and along we went cheerfully; but quickly my will proved more than my strength; having little or no refreshing, my strength failed me, and my spirits were almost quite gone. Now may I say with David, “I am poor and needy, and my heart is wounded within me. I am gone like the shadow when it declineth: I am tossed up and down like the locust; my knees are weak through fasting, and my desh faileth of fatness” (Psalm 119.22–24). At night we came to an Indian town, and the Indians sat down by a wigwam discours- ing, but I was almost spent, and could scarce speak. I laid down my load, and went into the wigwam, and there sat an Indian boiling of horses’ feet (they being wont to eat the desh "rst, and when the feet were old and dried, and they had nothing else, they would cut off the feet and use them). I asked him to give me a little of his broth, or water they were boiling in; he took a dish, and gave me one spoonful of samp,3 and bid me take as much of the broth as I would. Then I put some of the hot water to the samp, and drank it up, and my spirit came again. He gave me also a piece of the ruff or rid- ding4 of the small guts, and I broiled it on the coals; and now may I say with Jonathan, “See, I pray you, how mine eyes have been enlightened, because

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I tasted a little of this honey” (1 Samuel 14.29). Now is my spirit revived again; though means be never so inconsiderable, yet if the Lord bestow His blessing upon them, they shall refresh both soul and body.

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We took up our packs and along we went, but a wearisome day I had of it. As we went along I saw an En glishman stripped naked, and lying dead upon the ground, but knew not who it was. Then we came to another Indian town, where we stayed all night. In this town there were four En glish children, captives; and one of them my own sister’s. I went to see how she did, and she was well, considering her captive condition. I would have tarried that night with her, but they that owned her would not suffer it. Then I went into another wigwam, where they were boiling corn and beans, which was a lovely sight to see, but I could not get a taste thereof. Then I went to another wigwam, where there were two of the En glish children; the squaw was boiling horses feet; then she cut me off a little piece, and gave one of the En glish children a piece also. Being very hungry I had quickly eat up mine, but the child could not bite it, it was so tough and sinewy, but lay sucking, gnawing, chewing and slabbering of it in the mouth and hand. Then I took it of the child, and eat it myself, and savory it was to my taste. Then I may say as Job 6.7, “The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful meat.” Thus the Lord made that pleasant refreshing, which another time would have been an abomination. Then I went home to my mistress’s wig- wam; and they told me I disgraced my master with begging, and if I did so any more, they would knock me in the head. I told them, they had as good knock me in [the] head as starve me to death.

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They said, when we went out, that we must travel to Wachusett this day. But a bitter weary day I had of it, traveling now three days together, without resting any day between. At last, after many weary steps, I saw Wachusett hills, but many miles off. Then we came to a great swamp, through which we traveled, up to the knees in mud and water, which was heavy going to one tired before. Being almost spent, I thought I should have sunk down at last, and never got out; but I may say, as in Psalm 94.18, “When my foot slipped, thy mercy, O Lord, held me up.” Going along, having indeed my life, but little spirit, Philip, who was in the com pany, came up and took me by the hand, and said, two weeks more and you shall be mistress again. I asked him, if he spake true? He answered, “Yes, and quickly you shall come to your master again; who had been gone from us three weeks.” After many weary steps we came to Wachusett, where he was: and glad I was to see him. He asked me, when I washed me? I told him not this month. Then he fetched me some water himself, and bid me wash, and gave me the glass to see how I looked; and bid his squaw give me something to eat. So she gave me a mess of beans and meat, and a little ground nut cake. I was wonderfully revived with this favor showed me: “He made them also to be pitied of all those that carried them captives” (Psalm 106.46).

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5. Rowlandson spells the name “Wattimore” here. 6. Beads of polished shells used by some Ameri- can Indians as currency. 7. I.e., the anticipated ransom money.

8. Christian Indians. 9. I.e., I’ll hang that rogue. 1. In imitation of the colonial assembly of Mas- sa chu setts.

My master had three squaws, living sometimes with one, and sometimes with another one, this old squaw, at whose wigwam I was, and with whom my master had been those three weeks. Another was Weetamoo5 with whom I had lived and served all this while. A severe and proud dame she was, bestowing every day in dressing herself neat as much time as any of the gen- try of the land: powdering her hair, and painting her face, going with neck- laces, with jewels in her ears, and bracelets upon her hands. When she had dressed herself, her work was to make girdles of wampum6 and beads. The third squaw was a younger one, by whom he had two papooses. By the time I was refreshed by the old squaw, with whom my master was, Weetamoo’s maid came to call me home, at which I fell aweeping. Then the old squaw told me, to encourage me, that if I wanted victuals, I should come to her, and that I should lie there in her wigwam. Then I went with the maid, and quickly came again and lodged there. The squaw laid a mat under me, and a good rug over me; the "rst time I had any such kindness showed me. I understood that Weetamoo thought that if she should let me go and serve with the old squaw, she would be in danger to lose not only my ser vice, but the redemption pay7 also. And I was not a little glad to hear this; being by it raised in my hopes, that in God’s due time there would be an end of this sorrowful hour. Then came an Indian, and asked me to knit him three pair of stockings, for which I had a hat, and a silk handkerchief. Then another asked me to make her a shift, for which she gave me an apron.

Then came Tom and Peter,8 with the second letter from the council, about the captives. Though they were Indians, I got them by the hand, and burst out into tears. My heart was so full that I could not speak to them; but recov- ering myself, I asked them how my husband did, and all my friends and acquaintance? They said, “They are all very well but melancholy.” They brought me two biscuits, and a pound of tobacco. The tobacco I quickly gave away. When it was all gone, one asked me to give him a pipe of tobacco. I told him it was all gone. Then began he to rant and threaten. I told him when my husband came I would give him some. Hang him rogue9 (says he), I will knock out his brains, if he comes here. And then again, in the same breath they would say that if there should come an hundred without guns, they would do them no hurt. So unstable and like madmen they were. So that fearing the worst, I durst not send to my husband, though there were some thoughts of his coming to redeem and fetch me, not knowing what might follow. For there was little more trust to them than to the master they served. When the letter was come, the Sagamores met to consult about the captives, and called me to them to inquire how much my husband would give to redeem me. When I came I sat down among them, as I was wont to do, as their manner is. Then they bade me stand up, and said they were the Gen- eral Court.1 They bid me speak what I thought he would give. Now knowing that all we had was destroyed by the Indians, I was in a great strait. I thought if I should speak of but a little it would be slighted, and hinder the matter;

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2. An attack on Sudbury, Mas sa chu setts, April 18. 3. Confer.

if of a great sum, I knew not where it would be procured. Yet at a venture I said, “Twenty pounds,” yet desired them to take less. But they would not hear of that, but sent that message to Boston, that for twenty pounds I should be redeemed. It was a Praying Indian that wrote their letter for them. There was another Praying Indian, who told me, that he had a brother, that would not eat horse; his conscience was so tender and scrupulous (though as large as hell, for the destruction of poor Christians). Then he said, he read that Scripture to him, “ There was a famine in Samaria, and behold they besieged it, until an ass’s head was sold for fourscore pieces of silver, and the fourth part of a cab of dove’s dung for "ve pieces of silver” (2 Kings 6.25). He expounded this place to his brother, and showed him that it was lawful to eat that in a famine which is not at another time. And now, says he, he will eat horse with any Indian of them all. There was another Praying Indian, who when he had done all the mischief that he could, betrayed his own father into the En glish hands, thereby to purchase his own life. Another Praying Indian was at [the] Sudbury "ght,2 though, as he deserved, he was afterward hanged for it. There was another Praying Indian, so wicked and cruel, as to wear a string about his neck, strung with Christians’ "n gers. Another Praying Indian, when they went to [the] Sudbury "ght, went with them, and his squaw also with him, with her papoose at her back. Before they went to that "ght they got a com pany together to powwow.3 The manner was as followeth: there was one that kneeled upon a deerskin, with the com pany round him in a ring who kneeled, and striking upon the ground with their hands, and with sticks, and muttering or humming with their mouths. Besides him who kneeled in the ring, there also stood one with a gun in his hand. Then he on the deerskin made a speech, and all manifested assent to it; and so they did many times together. Then they bade him with the gun go out of the ring, which he did. But when he was out, they called him in again; but he seemed to make a stand; then they called the more earnestly, till he returned again. Then they all sang. Then they gave him two guns, in either hand one. And so he on the deerskin began again; and at the end of every sentence in his speaking, they all assented, humming or muttering with their mouths, and striking upon the ground with their hands. Then they bade him with the two guns go out of the ring again; which he did, a little way. Then they called him in again, but he made a stand. So they called him with greater earnest- ness; but he stood reeling and wavering as if he knew not whither he should stand or fall, or which way to go. Then they called him with exceeding great vehemency, all of them, one and another. After a little while he turned in, staggering as he went, with his arms stretched out, in either hand a gun. As soon as he came in they all sang and rejoiced exceedingly a while. And then he upon the deerskin, made another speech unto which they all assented in a rejoicing manner. And so they ended their business, and forthwith went to [the] Sudbury "ght. To my thinking they went without any scruple, but that they should prosper, and gain the victory. And they went out not so rejoic- ing, but they came home with as great a victory. For they said they had killed two captains and almost an hundred men. One En glishman they brought along with them: and he said, it was too true, for they had made sad work at

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4. Shaman. 5. Pillowcase. 6. April 28 to May 2, to a camp at the southern

end of Wachusett Lake, Prince ton, Mas sa chu setts. 7. Oldest neighborhood in Boston.

Sudbury, as indeed it proved. Yet they came home without that rejoicing and triumphing over their victory which they were wont to show at other times; but rather like dogs (as they say) which have lost their ears. Yet I could not perceive that it was for their own loss of men. They said they had not lost above "ve or six; and I missed none, except in one wigwam. When they went, they acted as if the devil had told them that they should gain the victory; and now they acted as if the devil had told them they should have a fall. Whether it were so or no, I cannot tell, but so it proved, for quickly they began to fall, and so held on that summer, till they came to utter ruin. They came home on a Sabbath day, and the Powwow4 that kneeled upon the deer- skin came home (I may say, without abuse) as black as the devil. When my master came home, he came to me and bid me make a shirt for his papoose, of a holland- laced pillowbere.5 About that time there came an Indian to me and bid me come to his wigwam at night, and he would give me some pork and ground nuts. Which I did, and as I was eating, another Indian said to me, he seems to be your good friend, but he killed two En glishmen at Sud- bury, and there lie their clothes behind you: I looked behind me, and there I saw bloody clothes, with bullet- holes in them. Yet the Lord suffered not this wretch to do me any hurt. Yea, instead of that, he many times refreshed me; "ve or six times did he and his squaw refresh my feeble carcass. If I went to their wigwam at any time, they would always give me something, and yet they were strangers that I never saw before. Another squaw gave me a piece of fresh pork, and a little salt with it, and lent me her pan to fry it in; and I cannot but remember what a sweet, pleasant, and delightful relish that bit had to me, to this day. So little do we prize common mercies when we have them to the full.

The Twentieth Remove6

It was their usual manner to remove, when they had done any mischief, lest they should be found out; and so they did at this time. We went about three or four miles, and there they built a great wigwam, big enough to hold an hundred Indians, which they did in preparation to a great day of dancing. They would say now amongst themselves, that the governor would be so angry for his loss at Sudbury, that he would send no more about the cap- tives, which made me grieve and tremble. My sister being not far from the place where we now were, and hearing that I was here, desired her master to let her come and see me, and he was willing to it, and would go with her; but she being ready before him, told him she would go before, and was come within a mile or two of the place. Then he overtook her, and began to rant as if he had been mad, and made her go back again in the rain; so that I never saw her till I saw her in Charlestown.7 But the Lord requited many of their ill doings, for this Indian her master, was hanged afterward at Boston. The Indians now began to come from all quarters, against their merry danc- ing day. Among some of them came one goodwife Kettle. I told her my heart was so heavy that it was ready to break. “So is mine too,” said she, but yet

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8. By the request of Rowlandson’s husband, Hoar— a prominent lawyer and Indian mission- ary from Concord, Mas sa chu setts— represented the colonial authorities at the negotiations for Rowlandson’s release.

9. Incident. 1. Cloth used for barter. 2. Bad. 3. The prophet Daniel was cast into a den of lions, but they did not harm him (Daniel 6.1–29).

said, “I hope we shall hear some good news shortly.” I could hear how ear- nestly my sister desired to see me, and I as earnestly desired to see her; and yet neither of us could get an opportunity. My daughter was also now about a mile off, and I had not seen her in nine or ten weeks, as I had not seen my sister since our "rst taking. I earnestly desired them to let me go and see them: yea, I entreated, begged, and persuaded them, but to let me see my daughter; and yet so hard- hearted were they, that they would not suffer it. They made use of their tyrannical power whilst they had it; but through the Lord’s wonderful mercy, their time was now but short.

On a Sabbath day, the sun being about an hour high in the after noon, came Mr. John Hoar8 (the council permitting him, and his own foreward spirit inclining him), together with the two forementioned Indians, Tom and Peter, with their third letter from the council. When they came near, I was abroad. Though I saw them not, they presently called me in, and bade me sit down and not stir. Then they catched up their guns, and away they ran, as if an enemy had been at hand, and the guns went off apace. I manifested some great trou ble, and they asked me what was the matter? I told them I thought they had killed the En glishman (for they had in the meantime informed me that an En glishman was come). They said, no. They shot over his horse and under and before his horse, and they pushed him this way and that way, at their plea sure, showing what they could do. Then they let them come to their wigwams. I begged of them to let me see the En glishman, but they would not. But there was I fain to sit their plea sure. When they had talked their "ll with him, they suffered me to go to him. We asked each other of our welfare, and how my husband did, and all my friends? He told me they were all well, and would be glad to see me. Amongst other things which my husband sent me, there came a pound of tobacco, which I sold for nine shillings in money; for many of the Indians for want of tobacco, smoked hem- lock, and ground ivy. It was a great mistake in any, who thought I sent for tobacco; for through the favor of God, that desire was overcome. I now asked them whether I should go home with Mr. Hoar? They answered no, one and another of them, and it being night, we lay down with that answer. In the morning Mr. Hoar invited the Sagamores to dinner; but when we went to get it ready we found that they had stolen the greatest part of the provision Mr. Hoar had brought, out of his bags, in the night. And we may see the wonderful power of God, in that one passage,9 in that when there was such a great number of the Indians together, and so greedy of a little good food, and no En glish there but Mr. Hoar and myself, that there they did not knock us in the head, and take what we had, there being not only some provision, but also trading- cloth,1 a part of the twenty pounds agreed upon. But instead of doing us any mischief, they seemed to be ashamed of the fact, and said, it were some matchit2 Indian that did it. Oh, that we could believe that there is nothing too hard for God! God showed His power over the heathen in this, as He did over the hungry lions when Daniel was cast into the den.3 Mr. Hoar

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4. In good time; early. 5. Linen. 6. Coarse cloth woven from long wool and usu- ally ribbed.

7. Unless. 8. Wowaus, who assisted the Reverend John Eliot in his printing of the Bible.

called them betime4 to dinner, but they ate very little, they being so busy in dressing themselves, and getting ready for their dance, which was carried on by eight of them, four men and four squaws. My master and mistress being two. He was dressed in his holland5 shirt, with great laces sewed at the tail of it; he had his silver buttons, his white stockings, his garters were hung round with shillings, and he had girdles of wampum upon his head and shoulders. She had a kersey6 coat, and covered with girdles of wampum from the loins upward. Her arms from her elbows to her hands were cov- ered with bracelets; there were handfuls of necklaces about her neck, and several sorts of jewels in her ears. She had "ne red stockings, and white shoes, her hair powdered and face painted red, that was always before black. And all the dancers were after the same manner. There were two others sing- ing and knocking on a kettle for their music. They kept hopping up and down one after another, with a kettle of water in the midst, standing warm upon some embers, to drink of when they were dry. They held on till it was almost night, throwing out wampum to the standers by. At night I asked them again, if I should go home? They all as one said no, except7 my hus- band would come for me. When we were lain down, my master went out of the wigwam, and by and by sent in an Indian called James the Printer,8 who told Mr. Hoar, that my master would let me go home tomorrow, if he would let him have one pint of liquors. Then Mr. Hoar called his own Indians, Tom and Peter, and bid them go and see whether he would promise it before them three; and if he would, he should have it; which he did, and he had it. Then Philip smelling the business called me to him, and asked me what I would give him, to tell me some good news, and speak a good word for me. I told him I could not tell what to give him. I would [give him] anything I had, and asked him what he would have? He said two coats and twenty shillings in money, and half a bushel of seed corn, and some tobacco. I thanked him for his love; but I knew the good news as well as the crafty fox. My master after he had had his drink, quickly came ranting into the wigwam again, and called for Mr. Hoar, drinking to him, and saying, he was a good man, and then again he would say, “hang him rogue.” Being almost drunk, he would drink to him, and yet presently say he should be hanged. Then he called for me. I trembled to hear him, yet I was fain to go to him, and he drank to me, showing no incivility. He was the "rst Indian I saw drunk all the while that I was amongst them. At last his squaw ran out, and he after her, round the wigwam, with his money jingling at his knees. But she escaped him. But having an old squaw he ran to her; and so through the Lord’s mercy, we were no more troubled that night. Yet I had not a comfortable night’s rest; for I think I can say, I did not sleep for three nights together. The night before the letter came from the council, I could not rest, I was so full of fears and trou bles, God many times leaving us most in the dark, when deliv- erance is nearest. Yea, at this time I could not rest night nor day. The next night I was overjoyed, Mr. Hoar being come, and that with such good tid- ings. The third night I was even swallowed up with the thoughts of things,

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9. Amos 3.6. 1. Amos 6.6–7.

2. I.e., that which.

viz. that ever I should go home again; and that I must go, leaving my children behind me in the wilderness; so that sleep was now almost departed from mine eyes.

On Tuesday morning they called their General Court (as they call it) to consult and determine, whether I should go home or no. And they all as one man did seemingly consent to it, that I should go home; except Philip, who would not come among them.

But before I go any further, I would take leave to mention a few remark- able passages of providence, which I took special notice of in my afdicted time.

1. Of the fair opportunity lost in the long march, a little after the fort "ght, when our En glish army was so numerous, and in pursuit of the enemy, and so near as to take several and destroy them, and the enemy in such distress for food that our men might track them by their rooting in the earth for ground nuts, whilst they were dying for their lives. I say, that then our army should want provision, and be forced to leave their pursuit and return homeward; and the very next week the enemy came upon our town, like bears bereft of their whelps, or so many ravenous wolves, rending us and our lambs to death. But what shall I say? God seemed to leave his People to themselves, and order all things for His own holy ends. Shall there be evil in the City and the Lord hath not done it?9 They are not grieved for the afdiction of Joseph, therefore shall they go captive, with the "rst that go captive.1 It is the Lord’s doing, and it should be marvelous in our eyes.

2. I cannot but remember how the Indians derided the slowness, and dull- ness of the En glish army, in its setting out. For after the desolations at Lan- caster and Med"eld, as I went along with them, they asked me when I thought the En glish army would come after them? I told them I could not tell. “It may be they will come in May,” said they. Thus did they scoff at us, as if the En glish would be a quarter of a year getting ready.

3. Which also I have hinted before, when the En glish army with new sup- plies were sent forth to pursue after the enemy, and they understanding it, ded before them till they came to Banquaug river, where they forthwith went over safely; that that river should be impassable to the En glish. I can but admire to see the wonderful providence of God in preserving the hea- then for further afdiction to our poor country. They could go in great num- bers over, but the En glish must stop. God had an over- ruling hand in all those things.

4. It was thought, if their corn were cut down, they would starve and die with hunger, and all their corn that could be found, was destroyed, and they driven from that little they had in store, into the woods in the midst of win- ter; and yet how to admiration did the Lord preserve them for His holy ends, and the destruction of many still amongst the En glish! strangely did the Lord provide for them; that I did not see (all the time I was among them) one man, woman, or child, die with hunger.

Though many times they would eat that, that2 a hog or a dog would hardly touch; yet by that God strengthened them to be a scourge to His people.

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3. 1 Samuel 15.32. Agag, king of Amalek, was defeated by Saul and thought himself spared, but was then slain by Samuel.

The chief and commonest food was ground nuts. They eat also nuts and acorns, artichokes, lily roots, ground beans, and several other weeds and roots, that I know not.

They would pick up old bones, and cut them to pieces at the joints, and if they were full of worms and maggots, they would scald them over the "re to make the vermin come out, and then boil them, and drink up the liquor, and then beat the great ends of them in a mortar, and so eat them. They would eat horse’s guts, and ears, and all sorts of wild birds which they could catch; also bear, venison, beaver, tortoise, frogs, squirrels, dogs, skunks, rattle- snakes; yea, the very bark of trees; besides all sorts of creatures, and provi- sion which they plundered from the En glish. I can but stand in admiration to see the wonderful power of God in providing for such a vast number of our enemies in the wilderness, where there was nothing to be seen, but from hand to mouth. Many times in a morning, the generality of them would eat up all they had, and yet have some further supply against they wanted. It is said, “Oh, that my People had hearkened to me, and Israel had walked in my ways, I should soon have subdued their Enemies, and turned my hand against their Adversaries” (Psalm 81.13–14). But now our perverse and evil carriages in the sight of the Lord, have so offended Him, that instead of turning His hand against them, the Lord feeds and nourishes them up to be a scourge to the whole land.

5. Another thing that I would observe is the strange providence of God, in turning things about when the Indians was at the highest, and the En glish at the lowest. I was with the enemy eleven weeks and "ve days, and not one week passed without the fury of the enemy, and some desolation by "re and sword upon one place or other. They mourned (with their black faces) for their own losses, yet triumphed and rejoiced in their inhumane, and many times dev ilish cruelty to the En glish. They would boast much of their victo- ries; saying that in two hours time they had destroyed such a captain and his com pany at such a place; and boast how many towns they had destroyed, and then scoff, and say they had done them a good turn to send them to Heaven so soon. Again, they would say this summer that they would knock all the rogues in the head, or drive them into the sea, or make them dy the country; thinking surely, Agag- like, “The bitterness of Death is past.”3 Now the heathen begins to think all is their own, and the poor Christians’ hopes to fail (as to man) and now their eyes are more to God, and their hearts sigh heavenward; and to say in good earnest, “Help Lord, or we perish.” When the Lord had brought His people to this, that they saw no help in anything but Himself; then He takes the quarrel into His own hand; and though they had made a pit, in their own imaginations, as deep as hell for the Christians that summer, yet the Lord hurled themselves into it. And the Lord had not so many ways before to preserve them, but now He hath as many to destroy them.

But to return again to my going home, where we may see a remarkable change of providence. At "rst they were all against it, except my husband would come for me, but afterwards they assented to it, and seemed much to rejoice in it; some asked me to send them some bread, others some tobacco,

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4. Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego refused to worship false gods and were cast into a "ery fur- nace but saved from death by an angel (Daniel

3.13–30). 5. Refreshed.

others shaking me by the hand, offering me a hood and scarf to ride in; not one moving hand or tongue against it. Thus hath the Lord answered my poor desire, and the many earnest requests of others put up unto God for me. In my travels an Indian came to me and told me, if I were willing, he and his squaw would run away, and go home along with me. I told him no: I was not willing to run away, but desired to wait God’s time, that I might go home qui- etly, and without fear. And now God hath granted me my desire. O the wonderful power of God that I have seen, and the experience that I have had. I have been in the midst of those roaring lions, and savage bears, that feared neither God, nor man, nor the devil, by night and day, alone and in com pany, sleeping all sorts together, and yet not one of them ever offered me the least abuse of unchastity to me, in word or action. Though some are ready to say I speak it for my own credit; but I speak it in the presence of God, and to His Glory. God’s power is as great now, and as suf"cient to save, as when He preserved Daniel in the lion’s den; or the three children in the "ery furnace.4 I may well say as his Psalm 107.12, “Oh give thanks unto the Lord for he is good, for his mercy endureth for ever.” Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom He hath redeemed from the hand of the enemy, espe- cially that I should come away in the midst of so many hundreds of enemies quietly and peaceably, and not a dog moving his tongue. So I took my leave of them, and in coming along my heart melted into tears, more than all the while I was with them, and I was almost swallowed up with the thoughts that ever I should go home again. About the sun going down, Mr. Hoar, and myself, and the two Indians came to Lancaster, and a solemn sight it was to me. There had I lived many comfortable years amongst my relations and neighbors, and now not one Christian to be seen, nor one house left stand- ing. We went on to a farm house that was yet standing, where we lay all night, and a comfortable lodging we had, though nothing but straw to lie on. The Lord preserved us in safety that night, and raised us up again in the morn- ing, and carried us along, that before noon, we came to Concord. Now was I full of joy, and yet not without sorrow; joy to see such a lovely sight, so many Christians together, and some of them my neighbors. There I met with my brother, and my brother- in- law, who asked me, if I knew where his wife was? Poor heart! he had helped to bury her, and knew it not. She being shot down by the house was partly burnt, so that those who were at Boston at the desolation of the town, and came back afterward, and buried the dead, did not know her. Yet I was not without sorrow, to think how many were looking and longing, and my own children amongst the rest, to enjoy that deliverance that I had now received, and I did not know whether ever I should see them again. Being recruited5 with food and raiment we went to Boston that day, where I met with my dear husband, but the thoughts of our dear children, one being dead, and the other we could not tell where, abated our comfort each to other. I was not before so much hemmed in with the merci- less and cruel heathen, but now as much with pitiful, tender- hearted and compassionate Christians. In that poor, and distressed, and beggarly condi- tion I was received in; I was kindly entertained in several houses. So much love I received from several (some of whom I knew, and others I knew not)

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6. Worldly goods and gifts. 7. Jeremiah 31.16.

that I am not capable to declare it. But the Lord knows them all by name. The Lord reward them sevenfold into their bosoms of His spirituals, for their temporals.6 The twenty pounds, the price of my redemption, was raised by some Boston gentlemen, and Mrs. Usher, whose bounty and religious char- ity, I would not forget to make mention of. Then Mr. Thomas Shepard of Charlestown received us into his house, where we continued eleven weeks; and a father and mother they were to us. And many more tender- hearted friends we met with in that place. We were now in the midst of love, yet not without much and frequent heaviness of heart for our poor children, and other relations, who were still in afdiction. The week following, after my coming in, the governor and council sent forth to the Indians again; and that not without success; for they brought in my sister, and goodwife Kettle. Their not knowing where our children were was a sore trial to us still, and yet we were not without secret hopes that we should see them again. That which was dead lay heavier upon my spirit, than those which were alive and amongst the heathen: thinking how it suffered with its wounds, and I was no way able to relieve it; and how it was buried by the heathen in the wilderness from among all Christians. We were hurried up and down in our thoughts, sometime we should hear a report that they were gone this way, and some- times that; and that they were come in, in this place or that. We kept inquiring and listening to hear concerning them, but no certain news as yet. About this time the council had ordered a day of public thanksgiving. Though I thought I had still cause of mourning, and being unsettled in our minds, we thought we would ride toward the eastward, to see if we could hear anything concerning our children. And as we were riding along (God is the wise disposer of all things) between Ipswich and Rowley we met with Mr.  William Hubbard, who told us that our son Joseph was come in to Major Waldron’s, and another with him, which was my sister’s son. I asked him how he knew it? He said the major himself told him so. So along we went till we came to Newbury; and their minister being absent, they desired my husband to preach the thanksgiving for them; but he was not willing to stay there that night, but would go over to Salisbury, to hear further, and come again in the morning, which he did, and preached there that day. At night, when he had done, one came and told him that his daughter was come in at Providence. Here was mercy on both hands. Now hath God ful- "lled that precious Scripture which was such a comfort to me in my dis- tressed condition. When my heart was ready to sink into the earth (my children being gone, I could not tell whither) and my knees trembling under me, and I was walking through the valley of the shadow of death; then the Lord brought, and now has ful"lled that reviving word unto me: “Thus saith the Lord, Refrain thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears, for thy Work shall be rewarded, saith the Lord, and they shall come again from the Land of the Enemy.”7 Now we were between them, the one on the east, and the other on the west. Our son being nearest, we went to him "rst, to Portsmouth, where we met with him, and with the Major also, who told us he had done what he could, but could not redeem him under seven pounds, which the good people thereabouts were pleased to pay. The Lord reward the major, and all the rest, though unknown to me, for their labor of

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8. Compassionate. 9. Either blueberries or huckleberries.

1. Ecclesiastes 10.19.

love. My sister’s son was redeemed for four pounds, which the council gave order for the payment of. Having now received one of our children, we has- tened toward the other. Going back through Newbury my husband preached there on the Sabbath day; for which they rewarded him many fold.

On Monday we came to Charlestown, where we heard that the governor of Rhode Island had sent over for our daughter, to take care of her, being now within his jurisdiction; which should not pass without our acknowl- edgments. But she being nearer Rehoboth than Rhode Island, Mr. New- man went over, and took care of her and brought her to his own house. And the goodness of God was admirable to us in our low estate, in that He raised up passionate8 friends on every side to us, when we had nothing to recom- pense any for their love. The Indians were now gone that way, that it was apprehended dangerous to go to her. But the carts which carried provision to the En glish army, being guarded, brought her with them to Dorchester, where we received her safe. Blessed be the Lord for it, for great is His power, and He can do whatsoever seemeth Him good. Her coming in was after this manner: she was traveling one day with the Indians, with her basket at her back; the com pany of Indians were got before her, and gone out of sight, all except one squaw; she followed the squaw till night, and then both of them lay down, having nothing over them but the heavens and under them but the earth. Thus she traveled three days together, not knowing whither she was going; having nothing to eat or drink but water, and green hirtle- berries.9 At last they came into Providence, where she was kindly entertained by sev- eral of that town. The Indians often said that I should never have her under twenty pounds. But now the Lord hath brought her in upon free- cost, and given her to me the second time. The Lord make us a blessing indeed, each to others. Now have I seen that Scripture also ful"lled, “If any of thine be driven out to the outmost parts of heaven, from thence will the Lord thy God gather thee, and from thence will he fetch thee. And the Lord thy God will put all these curses upon thine enemies, and on them which hate thee, which persecuted thee” (Deuteronomy 30.4–7). Thus hath the Lord brought me and mine out of that horrible pit, and hath set us in the midst of tender- hearted and compassionate Christians. It is the desire of my soul that we may walk worthy of the mercies received, and which we are receiving.

Our family being now gathered together ( those of us that were living), the South Church in Boston hired an house for us. Then we removed from Mr. Shephard’s, those cordial friends, and went to Boston, where we con- tinued about three- quarters of a year. Still the Lord went along with us, and provided graciously for us. I thought it somewhat strange to set up house- keeping with bare walls; but as Solomon says, “Money answers all things”1 and that we had through the benevolence of Christian friends, some in this town, and some in that, and others; and some from Eng land; that in a little time we might look, and see the house furnished with love. The Lord hath been exceeding good to us in our low estate, in that when we had neither house nor home, nor other necessaries, the Lord so moved the hearts of these and those towards us, that we wanted neither food, nor raiment for ourselves or ours: “ There is a Friend which sticketh closer than a Brother” (Proverbs

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2. “He should have fed them also with the "nest of the wheat: and with honey out of the rock should I have satis"ed thee” (Psalm 81.16). 3. “And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry” (Luke 15.23).

4. Cf. Ecclesiastes 1.2. “Vanity”: emptiness, futility. 5. Burdens. 6. Psalm 119.71.

18.24). And how many such friends have we found, and now living amongst? And truly such a friend have we found him to be unto us, in whose house we lived, viz. Mr. James Whitcomb, a friend unto us near hand, and afar off.

I can remember the time when I used to sleep quietly without workings in my thoughts, whole nights together, but now it is other ways with me. When all are fast about me, and no eye open, but His who ever waketh, my thoughts are upon things past, upon the awful dispensation of the Lord towards us, upon His wonderful power and might, in carry ing of us through so many dif- "culties, in returning us in safety, and suffering none to hurt us. I remember in the night season, how the other day I was in the midst of thousands of enemies, and nothing but death before me. It is then hard work to persuade myself, that ever I should be satis"ed with bread again. But now we are fed with the "nest of the wheat, and, as I may say, with honey out of the rock.2 Instead of the husk, we have the fatted calf.3 The thoughts of these things in the particulars of them, and of the love and goodness of God towards us, make it true of me, what David said of himself, “I watered my Couch with my tears” (Psalm 6.6). Oh! the wonderful power of God that mine eyes have seen, affording matter enough for my thoughts to run in, that when others are sleep- ing mine eyes are weeping.

I have seen the extreme vanity of this world:4 One hour I have been in health, and wealthy, wanting nothing. But the next hour in sickness and wounds, and death, having nothing but sorrow and afdiction.

Before I knew what afdiction meant, I was ready sometimes to wish for it. When I lived in prosperity, having the comforts of the world about me, my relations by me, my heart cheerful, and taking little care for anything, and yet seeing many, whom I preferred before myself, under many trials and afdictions, in sickness, weakness, poverty, losses, crosses,5 and cares of the world, I should be sometimes jealous least I should have my portion in this life, and that Scripture would come to my mind, “For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every Son whom he receiveth” (Hebrews 12.6). But now I see the Lord had His time to scourge and chasten me. The por- tion of some is to have their afdictions by drops, now one drop and then another; but the dregs of the cup, the wine of astonishment, like a sweeping rain that leaveth no food, did the Lord prepare to be my portion. Afdiction I wanted, and afdiction I had, full mea sure (I thought), pressed down and running over. Yet I see, when God calls a person to anything, and through never so many dif"culties, yet He is fully able to carry them through and make them see, and say they have been gainers thereby. And I hope I can say in some mea sure, as David did, “It is good for me that I have been afdicted.”6 The Lord hath showed me the vanity of these outward things. That they are the vanity of vanities, and vexation of spirit, that they are but a shadow, a blast, a bubble, and things of no continuance. That we must rely on God Himself, and our whole dependance must be upon Him. If trou ble from smaller matters begin to arise in me, I have something at hand to check myself with, and say, why am I troubled? It was but the other day that if I had

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had the world, I would have given it for my freedom, or to have been a servant to a Christian. I have learned to look beyond pres ent and smaller trou bles, and to be quieted under them. As Moses said, “Stand still and see the salva- tion of the Lord” (Exodus 14.13).

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EDWARD TAYLOR c. 1642–1729

E dward Taylor’s poetry was known only by a select circle in his own day. It was passed down in manuscript through his family for generations, until his great- grand son donated the manuscript volume to the Beinecke library, at Yale Univer- sity, in 1883. Five de cades later, the literary scholar Thomas H. Johnson located the manuscript there. After Johnson edited The Poetical Works of Edward Taylor (1939), the Puritan poet and his work became the object of sustained critical attention.

Taylor’s lack of print publication in his lifetime did not mean that he thought his work unworthy. Manuscript publication remained a common practice long after the printing press had become widely available. In the seventeenth century, manuscript was a popu lar medium for coterie poetry, or poems shared exclusively with a small group of associates. The most eminent coterie poet may be John Donne (1572–1631), the Anglican minister whom many regard as the "nest practitioner of Metaphysical poetry, an intellectual style that induenced Taylor. Donne authorized the print publication of just seven of his poems; his other 187 poems circulated exclusively in manuscript during his lifetime.

Even less of Taylor’s poetry was printed in his own day— just a few fragments, notably the "nal two stanzas of “Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children,” which Cotton Mather included at the end of a sermon that was published in London in 1689. Scholars think that Mather acquired those stanzas from a letter that Taylor wrote to his college friend Samuel Sewall, rather than from a compendium of poems. Taylor may have been less a coterie poet than a private one who wrote verses for his own satisfaction and inspiration. Yet he cared enough about future readers to copy his poems into a four- hundred- page leather- bound book, which he passed down to his descendants. Today, a number of pages from Taylor’s manuscript can be viewed online at the Beinecke Library Web site.

As a youth, Taylor was schooled in En glish religious poetry, which he later adapted to his circumstances as the minister of a small New Eng land village. He was prob ably born in Sketchly, Leicestershire County, Eng land, and the dialect of that farming country gives some of his poems provincial charm. His father was a yeoman farmer— not a gentleman with a large estate but an in de pen dent land- holder with title to his farm. Taylor taught school for a time, perhaps after some university training. Then in 1668, rather than sign an oath of loyalty to the Church of Eng land, he sailed to New Eng land. He preferred self- exile in what he once called a “howling wilderness” to either compromising his religious princi ples as a Puritan or suffering the substantial legal consequences of refusing to do so. Once in Mas sa chu setts, he attended Harvard College, where he prepared himself for the ministry.

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1. The full title is Preparatory Meditations before my Approach to the Lord’s Supper. Chie"y upon the Doctrine preached upon the Day of Adminis- tration [of Communion]. Taylor administered communion once a month to those members of his congregation who had made a declaration of

their faith. He wrote these meditations in pri- vate; they are primarily the result of his contem- plation of the biblical texts that served as the basis for the communion sermon. A total of 217 meditations survive, dating from 1682 to 1725. 2. Glory (Scottish).

In 1671 Taylor became the minister and physician in the frontier town of West"eld, Mas sa chu setts, roughly a hundred miles west of Boston. After a delay caused partly by King Philip’s War (1675–76); see the Mary Rowlandson headnote), he settled in and remained at West"eld for the rest of his life, also serving as a public servant. He married twice and had fourteen children, suffering the loss of many who died in infancy. Taylor also involved himself in the intellectual life and religious controver- sies of the colony. He strictly observed the “old” New Eng land way, which called for a prospective church member to give a public account of conversion, and he fought against a movement to drop that requirement.

Taylor’s grand son Ezra Stiles, who served as the president of Yale, described him as “a man of small stature, but "rm; of quick Passions, yet serious and grave.” Like most Harvard- trained ministers, Taylor knew Latin, Hebrew, and Greek, and his peers regarded him as a good preacher. His extensive library included theology, such as works of Augustine, and religious histories including Foxe’s Book of Martyrs (1563); natu ral sciences and history, including Sir Walter Raleigh’s History of the World (1614); and a great many works by New Eng land authors, including a substantial number of Cotton Mather’s publications and the 1678 edition of Anne Bradstreet’s poems.

Taylor worked in vari ous poetic genres, including personal lyr ics, elegies on the deaths of public "gures, and translations of the psalms. His verses most closely resemble those of the early Metaphysical poet George Herbert. Delighting in puns, paradoxes, and a rich profusion of meta phors and images, the Metaphysical wits explored the nature of language and its capacity to express spiritual meanings, as Taylor does in “Huswifery” and Preparatory Meditations. Taylor’s God’s Determina- tions is a long poem in the tradition of the medieval debate. “Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children” uses knotty wordplay to express emotional pain and the search for meaning and solace. Other poems, such as “Upon a Wasp Chilled with Cold,” combine naturalistic detail with spiritual meaning in a more direct style. The follow- ing se lections suggest Taylor’s considerable range, which places him squarely in the distinguished tradition of seventeenth- century religious lyric poetry.

All of the following texts are from Poems of Edward Taylor (1960), edited by Don- ald E. Stanford.

From Preparatory Meditations1

Prologue

Lord, Can a Crumb of Dust the Earth outweigh, Outmatch all mountains, nay, the Crystal sky? Embosom in’t designs that shall Display And trace into the Boundless Deity? Yea, hand a Pen whose moisture doth guide o’er 5 Eternal Glory with a glorious glore.2

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3. I.e., imagination. 4. In ancient Jerusalem, the hill on which King Solomon built his temple; the City of God on Earth. 1. “The Jews then murmured at him, because he said, I am the bread which came down from heaven. And they said, Is not this Jesus, the son of Joseph, whose father and mother we know? how is it then that he saith, I came down from heaven? Jesus therefore answered[,] . . . Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me

hath everlasting life. I am that bread of life” (John 6.41–48). Jesus offers a “New Covenant of Faith” in place of the “Old Covenant of Works,” which Adam broke when he disobeyed God’s commandment (Genesis 1–3). 2.  I.e., discerning, by means of “divine astron- omy,” the towers of heaven. Taylor goes on to suggest an invisible golden path extends from this world to the gates of Heaven. 3. I.e., the soul, which is like a bird kept in the body’s cage.

If it its Pen had of an Angel’s Quill, And sharpened on a Precious Stone ground tight, And dipped in liquid Gold, and moved by Skill In Crystal leaves should golden Letters write, 10 It would but blot and blur, yea, jag, and jar Unless Thou mak’st the Pen, and Scrivener.

I am this Crumb of Dust which is designed To make my Pen unto Thy Praise alone, And my dull Fancy3 I would gladly grind 15 Unto an Edge on Zion’s4 Precious Stone. And Write in Liquid Gold upon Thy Name My Letters till Thy glory forth doth "ame.

Let not th’ attempts break down my Dust, I pray, Nor laugh Thou them to scorn but pardon give. 20 Inspire this crumb of Dust till it display Thy Glory through’t: and then Thy dust shall live. Its failings then Thou’lt overlook, I trust, They being Slips slipped from Thy Crumb of Dust.

Thy Crumb of Dust breathes two words from its breast, 25 That Thou wilt guide its pen to write aright To Prove Thou art, and that Thou art the best And show Thy Properties to shine most bright. And then Thy Works will shine as "owers on Stems Or as in Jewelry Shops, do gems. 30

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John 6.51. I am the Living Bread.1

I kenning through Astronomy Divine The World’s bright Battlement,2 wherein I spy A Golden Path my Pencil cannot line, From that bright Throne unto my Threshold lie. And while my puzzled thoughts about it pour, 5 I "nd the Bread of Life in’t at my door.

When that this Bird of Paradise3 put in This Wicker Cage (my Corpse) to tweedle praise

4. Here, the interior of the body, the heart, the intestines, or the location of sympathetic emo- tions. 5. Turned over. 1. The subject of this “debate” poem is made clear in the full title: God’s determinations touch- ing His Elect [i.e., those divinely chosen for salva- tion]: and the Elect’s combat in their conversion, and coming up to God in Christ, together with the

comfortable effects thereof. In this group of poems, Taylor explores the pro gress of the human soul from the creation of the world and the fall from grace to the redemption of the Christian soul through Jesus Christ’s Cruci"xion: Christ’s mercy triumphs over justice— the punishment that humanity deserves for disobedience— and the soul is " nally carried to heaven to share in the joys of the Resurrection.

Had pecked the Fruit forbade: and so did ding Away its Food; and lost its golden days; 10 It fell into Celestial Famine sore: And never could attain a morsel more.

Alas! alas! Poor Bird, what wilt thou do? The Creatures’ "eld no food for Souls e’er gave. And if thou knock at Angels’ doors they show 15 An Empty Barrel: they no soul bread have. Alas! Poor Bird, the World’s White Loaf is done. And cannot yield thee here the smallest Crumb.

In this sad state, God’s Tender Bowels4 run Out streams of Grace: and He to end all strife 20 The Purest Wheat in Heaven His dear- dear son Grinds, and kneads up into this Bread of Life. Which Bread of Life from Heaven down came and stands Dished on Thy Table up by Angels’ Hands.

Did God mold up this Bread in Heaven, and bake, 25 Which from His Table came, and to thine goeth? Doth He bespeak thee thus, This Soul Bread take? Come Eat thy "ll of this thy God’s White Loaf? It’s Food too "ne for Angels, yet come, take And Eat thy "ll. It’s Heaven’s Sugar Cake. 30

What Grace is this knead in this Loaf? This thing Souls are but petty things it to admire. Ye Angels, help: This "ll would to the brim Heav’ns whelmed- down5 Crystal meal Bowl, yea and higher. This Bread of Life dropped in thy mouth, doth Cry: 35 Eat, Eat me, Soul, and thou shalt never die.

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From God’s Determinations1

The Preface

In"nity, when all things it beheld In Nothing, and of Nothing all did build,

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2. Grooved. 3. “Where wast thou when I laid the founda- tions of the earth? declare, if thou hast under- standing. Who hath laid the mea sures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof; When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy? Or who shut up the sea with doors, when it brake forth, as if it had issued out of the womb?” (Job 38.4–8).

4. Encircled, bound around. 5. Emerald green. 6. The border of woven material that prevents unraveling. 7. A ball of wool that would unravel if it were not kept in a box. 8. Lanterns. 9. Outmea sure. 1. Switch. 2. Made.

Upon what Base was "xed the Lathe wherein He turned this Globe, and riggalled2 it so trim? Who blew the Bellows of His Furnace Vast? 5 Or held the Mold wherein the world was Cast? Who laid its Corner Stone?3 Or whose Command? Where stand the Pillars upon which it stands? Who Laced and Filleted4 the earth so "ne, With Rivers like green Ribbons Smaragdine?5 10 Who made the Sea’s its Selvage,6 and its locks Like a Quilt Ball7 within a Silver Box? Who Spread its Canopy? Or Curtains Spun? Who in this Bowling Alley bowled the Sun? Who made it always when it rises set 15 To go at once both down, and up to get? Who th’ Curtain rods made for this Tapestry? Who hung the twinkling Lanthorns8 in the Sky? Who? who did this? or who is He? Why, know It’s Only Might Almighty this did do. 20 His hand hath made this noble work which Stands His Glorious Handi work not made by hands. Who spake all things from Nothing; and with ease Can speak all things to Nothing, if He please. Whose Little "n ger at His plea sure Can 25 Out mete9 ten thousand worlds with half a Span: Whose Might Almighty can by half a looks Root up the rocks and rock the hills by the roots. Can take this mighty World up in His hand, And shake it like a Squitchen1 or a Wand. 30 Whose single Frown will make the Heavens shake Like as an aspen leaf the Wind makes quake. Oh! what a might is this Whose single frown Doth shake the world as it would shake it down? Which All from Nothing fet,2 from Nothing, All: 35 Hath All on Nothing set, lets Nothing fall. Gave All to Nothing Man indeed, whereby Through Nothing man all might Him Glorify. In Nothing then embossed the brightest Gem More precious than all preciousness in them. 40 But Nothing man did throw down all by Sin: And darkened that lightsome Gem in him. That now his Brightest Diamond is grown Darker by far than any Coalpit Stone.

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1. Flower bed. 2. Polished, shining. 3. I.e., wedding’s. 4. Alexander the Great cut the Gordian knot devised by the king of Phyrgia when he learned that anyone who could undo it would rule Asia. 5. Cuttings. 6. Bloom. 7. Emit. 8. Stem, stalk.

9. I.e., broke out. Samuel Taylor was born on August 27, 1675, and lived to maturity. 1. To the other. 2. Elizabeth Taylor was born on December 27, 1676, and died on December 25, 1677. 3. James Taylor was born on October 12, 1678, and lived to maturity. 4. Abigail Taylor was born on August 6, 1681, and died on August 22, 1682.

Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children

A Curious Knot1 God made in Paradise, And drew it out enameled2 neatly Fresh. It was the True- Love Knot, more sweet than spice, And set with all the dowers of Grace’s dress. It’s Wedden’s3 Knot, that ne’re can be untied: 5 No Alexander’s Sword4 can it divide.

The slips5 here planted, gay and glorious grow: Unless an Hellish breath do singe their Plumes. Here Primrose, Cowslips, Roses, Lilies blow6 With Violets and Pinks that void7 perfumes: 10 Whose beauteous leaves o’erlaid with Honey Dew, And Chanting birds Chirp out sweet Music true.

When in this Knot I planted was, my Stock8 Soon knotted, and a manly dower out brake.9 And after it, my branch again did knot, 15 Brought out another Flower, its sweet- breathed mate. One knot gave one tother1 the tother’s place. Whence Chuckling smiles fought in each other’s face.

But Oh! a glorious hand from glory came Guarded with Angels, soon did crop this dower2 20 Which almost tore the root up of the same, At that unlooked for, Dolesome, darksome hour. In Prayer to Christ perfumed it did ascend, And Angels bright did it to heaven ’tend.

But pausing on’t, this sweet perfumed my thought: 25 Christ would in Glory have a Flower, Choice, Prime, And having Choice, chose this my branch forth brought. Lord take’t. I thank Thee, Thou tak’st ought of mine: It is my pledge in glory, part of me Is now in it, Lord, glori"ed with Thee. 30

But praying o’re my branch, my branch did sprout, And bore another manly dower, and gay,3 And after that another, sweet brake out, The which the former hand soon got away. But Oh! the tortures, Vomit, screechings, groans, 35 and six week’s Fever would pierce hearts like stones.4

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1. The northern constellation the Big Dipper, also called Ursa Major, or the Great Bear. 2. The torpedo is a "sh, like a stingray, that dis- charges a shock to one who touches it, causing numbness. 3. The sun personi"ed. 4. I.e., small.

5. Head. 6. Remedies, prescriptions. “Apothecary’s Shop”: a drugstore or pharmacy. 7. Contain, encompass. 8. Her dark curved. 9. Enclose, fasten.

Grief o’er doth dow: and nature fault would "nd Were not Thy Will, my Spell, Charm, Joy, and Gem: That as I said, I say, take, Lord, they’re Thine. I piecemeal pass to Glory bright in them. 40 In joy, may I sweet dowers for glory breed, Whether thou get’st them green, or lets them seed.

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Upon a Wasp Chilled with Cold

The Bear that breathes the Northern blast1 Did numb, Torpedo- like,2 a Wasp Whose stiffened limbs encramped, lay bathing In Sol’s3 warm breath and shine as saving, Which with her hands she chafes and stands 5 Rubbing her Legs, Shanks, Thighs, and hands. Her petty4 toes, and "n gers’ ends Nipped with this breath, she out extends Unto the Sun, in great desire To warm her digits at that "re. 10 Doth hold her Temples in this state Where pulse doth beat, and head doth ache. Doth turn, and stretch her body small, Doth Comb her velvet Capital.5 As if her little brain pan were 15 A Volume of Choice precepts clear. As if her satin jacket hot Contained Apothecary’s Shop Of Nature’s receipts,6 that prevails To remedy all her sad ails, 20 As if her velvet helmet high Did turret7 rationality. She fans her wing up to the Wind As if her Pettycoat were lined, With reason’s deece, and hoists sails 25 And humming dies in thankful gales Unto her dun Curled8 palace Hall Her warm thanks offering for all.

Lord, clear my misted sight that I May hence view Thy Divinity, 30 Some sparks whereof Thou up dost hasp9

1. Body. 2. Coarse- clothed. 3. Trimmed or embellished, as with fur. 1. House keeping; here, weaving. 2. In lines 2–6, Taylor refers to the working parts of a spinning wheel. “Distaff ’:’ holds the raw wool or dax. “Flyers”: regulate the spinning. “Spool”: twists the yarn. “Reel”: takes up the "n- ished thread. 3. I.e., be like a spool or bobbin. 4. Where cloth is beaten and cleansed with

fuller’s earth, or soap. 5. Glossy, sparkling. “Pinked”: adorned. 6. In Taylor’s Treatise Concerning the Lord’s Sup- per, he considers the signi"cance of the sacrament of communion and takes as his text a passage from the New Testament: “And he saith unto him, Friend, how camest thou in hither not having a wedding garment? And he was speechless” (Mat- thew 22.12). Taylor argues that the wedding gar- ment is the proper sign of the regenerate (spiritually reborn) Christian.

Within this little downy Wasp In whose small Corporation1 we A school and a schoolmaster see, Where we may learn, and easily "nd 35 A nimble Spirit bravely mind Her work in every limb: and lace It up neat with a vital grace, Acting each part though ne’er so small Here of this Fustian2 animal, 40 Till I enravished Climb into The Godhead on this Ladder do, Where all my pipes inspired upraise An Heavenly music furred3 with praise.

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Huswifery1

Make me, O Lord, Thy Spinning Wheel complete.2 Thy Holy Word my Distaff make for me. Make mine Affections Thy Swift Flyers neat And make my Soul Thy holy Spool to be. My conversation make to be Thy Reel 5 And reel the yarn thereon spun of Thy Wheel.

Make me Thy Loom then, knit therein this Twine: And make Thy Holy Spirit, Lord, wind quills:3 Then weave the Web Thyself. The yarn is "ne. Thine Ordinances make my Fulling Mills.4 10 Then dye the same in Heavenly Colors Choice, All pinked with Varnished5 Flowers of Paradise.

Then clothe therewith mine Understanding, Will, Affections, Judgment, Conscience, Memory, My Words, and Actions, that their shine may "ll 15 My ways with glory and Thee glorify. Then mine apparel shall display before Ye That I am Clothed in Holy robes for glory.6

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SAMUEL SEWALL 1652–1730

S amuel Sewall belonged to a network of New Eng land intellectuals that included the poet-minister Edward Taylor, who had been Sewall’s classmate at Harvard College, and the Boston polymath Cotton Mather. Sewall began his diary during his time at Harvard (1667–71), and he continued it until the year before his death. The diary is an ancient genre, its name derived from the Latin diarium, from dies for “day.” The semiformal diary in En glish began to dourish after the Reformation, as self- redection became an integral feature of everyday life for many people. Sewall’s diary, "rst published in the nineteenth century, offers insights into both daily life in upper- class colonial Boston and events that transformed Mas sa chu setts from a Puri- tan colony to a stronghold of “Yankee” ingenuity, commerce, and philanthropy. The diary also provides Sewall’s perspective on some of the most sensational issues of the day, including the Salem witchcraft trials, and it redects the "rst stirrings of the debate over slavery. Sewall was involved in both controversies, serving as a judge in the witchcraft proceedings and later offering a public apology for his role; and pub- lishing The Selling of Joseph (1700), an early antislavery tract.

Sewall was born in Eng land, but his parents had lived in Mas sa chu setts before their marriage, and by the time he was nine the family had returned to the Bay Col- ony. After his schooling, he chose commerce and the law over the ministry. In 1676 Sewall married Hannah Hull, the only surviving child of the wealthy Boston gold- smith and merchant John Hull, and moved into Hull’s Boston house, where he lived until his death. John Hull entrusted his extensive business interests to his son- in- law, and after Hull’s death in 1684 Sewall became a central "gure in Boston’s thriving mercantile life.

In 1678, the Mas sa chu setts General Court (that is, the Bay Colony’s legislature) appointed Sewall to manage the Boston printing press. The "rst text he issued was John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Pro gress (1678), an induential allegory about a hero named Christian. During the nearly three years that Sewall ran the press, he published of"- cial documents, works by impor tant Puritan thinkers, and some of his own essays.

In 1692, Sewall became one of the justices of the Superior Court of Judicature, a position he held for more than thirty- "ve years, the last eleven as chief justice. Ear- lier that same year, he was appointed to the special court inquiring into reported instances of witchcraft in Salem and other towns. The court tried dozens of cases and condemned a number of people to death. Public opinion soon turned against the court’s standards of evidence. When two of his children died, Sewall feared that the deaths might be divine punishment for his involvement in the trials. He formally apologized in church for his part in the witchcraft tragedy in 1697.

When The Selling of Joseph appeared three years later, Sewall reported, he received “frowns and harsh words” from his fellow townspeople, including the merchant and slaveholder John Saf"n, who published the pamphlet A Brief and Candid Answer the following year. Sewall delayed acknowledging this answer until he “saw a very severe act passing [the General Court] against Indians and Negroes” in 1705. He returned to the controversy, arranging to reprint an article from an En glish periodical arguing that the slave trade was “especially contrary to the great Law of Chris tian ity.” Though Sewall remained opposed to interracial marriage, his willingness to pro- mote the antislavery cause makes him a signi"cant "gure in the emerging abolition- ist movement.

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1. The text is from The Diary of Samuel Sewall (1973), edited by M. Halsey Thomas. To preserve the davor of Sewall’s style, the text has been only slightly modernized. The dates, however, have been changed to conform to the modern calendar. 2. Abbreviation for videlicet: that is to say, namely (Latin). 3. Peter, one of Jesus’ original twelve disciples,

is buried in Rome. 4. The biblical Book of Revelation. “Pareus”: David Pareus (1548-1622), a German theologian and biblical commentator and one of Sewall’s favorite authors. 5. A legal petition. 6. Wearing high- heeled shoes. 7. Morning (Latin).

From The Diary of Samuel Sewall1

Satterday, Jany 2d[, 1686.] Last night had a very unusual Dream; viz.2 That our Savior in the dayes of his Flesh when upon Earth, came to Boston and abode here sometime, and moreover that He Lodged in that time at Father Hull’s; upon which in my Dream had two Redections, One was how much more Boston had to say than Rome boasting of Peter’s being there.3 The other a sense of great Res pect that I ought to have shewed Father Hull since Christ chose when in town, to take up His Quarters at his House. Admired the goodness and Wisdom of Christ in coming hither and spending some part of His short Life here. The Chronological absurdity never came into my mind, as I remember. Jany 1, 1688, "nished reading the Godly Learned ingenious Pareus on the Revelation.4

Sabbath, Augt. 10th[, 1690.] Went to see Cous. [Daniel] Quinsey; read the 102. Psal. and begin 103. pray’d, and so went home. Put up a Bill5 at his request. Just after Contribution in the After noon, was call’d out, Cousin being very bad, so far as I could perceive. He desired me to pray, which I did: Afterward sent for Mr. [Samuel] Willard, and He pray’d, then Cousin pull’d his hand out of the Bed, and gave it to Mr. Willard. Seem’d to pray himself; but I could hear little except Jesus Christ; breath’d quick and hard, till at last abated and He quietly expired about Seven aclock. Mother Hull and I being there. I have parted with a cordial fast Friend, such an one as I shall hardly "nd. The Lord "t me for my Change and help me to wait till it come. Cousin was concern’d what he should doe for Patience, but God graciously furnish’d him, and has now translated Him to that State and place wherein He has no occasion for any.

Tuesday, Augt. 12[, 1690.] About 7. p.m. we lay the Body of Cous. Daniel Quinsey in my Father’s Tomb. Mr. Serjeant, Dummer, H. Usher, Davis, Wil- liams, Conney, Bearers. I led the Widow, then the Children, next, Mr. T. Brat- tle, Mis. Shepard, H. Newman, Mistress Margaret, Mr. Willard, Mother Hull, Mr. Parson, my wife and so on. Note. My wife was so ill could hardly get home, taking some harm in going in Pattens6 or some wrench, so had a great dux of Blood, which amaz’d us both, at last my wife bade me call Mrs. Ellis, then Mother Hull, then the Midwife, and throw the Goodness of God was brought to Bed of a Daughter between 3. and four aclock, Aug. 13th, 1690. mane7 Mrs. Elisabeth Weeden, Midwife. Had not Women nor other prepara- tions as usually, being wholly surpris’d, my wife expecting to have gone a Moneth longer.

* * * Augt. 17[, 1690.] Mr. Willard keeps his Sabbath at Roxbury, and so the

Baptism of my little Daughter is deferred to the next Lord’s Day.

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8. I.e., be true believers and speak the language of Judah. Children of Jews who married Ashdod women were unable to speak the language of their fathers.

9. I.e., willingness to perform the least digni"ed kinds of childcare. 1. Eve ning. 2. Previous be hav ior.

Sabbath- day, August the four and twentieth, 1690. I publish my little Daughter’s name to be Judith, held her up for Mr. Willard to baptize her. She cried not at all, though a pretty deal of water was poured on her by Mr. Willard when He baptized her: Six others were baptized at the same time; Capt. Davis’s Son James, and a grown person, Margaret Clifford, two of them. I named my Daughter Judith for the sake of her Grand mother and great Grand mother, who both wore that Name, and the Signi"cation of it very good: The Lord grant that we may have great cause to praise Him on her account and help her to speak the Jews Language and to forget that of Ashdod,8 Nehemiah 13.24. And that she may follow her Grand mother Hull, as she follows Christ, being not slothfull in Business, fervent in Spirit, serv- ing the Lord. Her Prayers and Painstaking for all my Children are inces- sant, voluntary, with condescension to the meanest Ser vices9 night and day: that I judg’d I could in justice doe no less than endeavor her remembrance by putting her Name on one of her Grand- Daughters. I have now had my health and opportunity to offer up Nine Children to God in Baptisme. Mr. Tho. Thacher baptized the two eldest; John and Samuel; Mr. Samuel Willard baptized the Seven younger. Lord grant that I who have thus sol- emnly and frequently named the name of the Lord Jesus, may depart from Iniquity; and that mine may be more His than Mine, or their own.

Sept. 20[, 1690.] * * * My little Judith languishes and moans, ready to die.

Sabbath, Sept. 21[, 1690.] About 2 mane, I rise, read some Psalms and pray with my dear Daughter. Between 7. and 8. (Mr. Moodey preaches in the Forenoon,) I call Mr. Willard, and he prays. Told Mr. Walter of her condi- tion * * * desiring him to give her a Lift towards heaven. Mr. Baily sat with me in the After noon. I acquainted Him. Between 7. and 8. in the eve ning the child died, and I hope sleeps in Jesus.

Sept. 22[, 1690.] In the even,1 Mr. Moodey, Allen, Mather come from Mrs. Clark’s Funeral to see us. Mr. Moodey and I went before the other came, to neighbor Hord, who lay dying; where also Mr. Allen came in. Nurse Hord told her Husband who was there, and what he had to say; whether he desir’d them to pray with him: He said with some earnestness, Hold your tongue, which was repeated three times to his wive’s repeated intreaties; once he said, Let me alone, or, be quiet, ( whether that made a fourth or was one of the three do not remember) and, My Spirits are gon. At last Mr. Moodey took him up pretty roundly and told him he might with the same labor have given a pertinent answer. When were ready to come away Mr. Moodey bid him put forth a little Breath to ask prayer, and said twas the last time had to speak to him; At last ask’d him, doe you desire prayer, shall I pray with you, He answer’d, Ay for the Lord’s sake, and thank’d Mr. Moodey when had done. His former carriage2 was very startling and amazing to us. About One at night he died. About 11. aclock I supposed to hear neighbor Mason at prayer with him, just as I and my wife were going to bed. Mr. Allen prayed with us when came from said Hord’s.

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3. Here, meaning minister. 4. Simon Bradstreet’s second wife (i.e., not the poet Anne). 5. Sewall represented the town of West"eld in the General Court of Mas sa chu setts. 6. Sewall’s thirteen- year- old son, boarding at school. 7. Woe (Latin). On May 24, 1692, Governor Wil- liam Phips (1651–1695) appointed Sewall one of the seven councilors of a court of Oyer and Ter- miner (i.e., to hear and determine) to judge those accused of witchcraft in Salem. The court met in

Salem on June 2, and Bridget Bishop was hanged on June 10. On June 30, they met again, and "ve more accused were executed on July 19. Unfortu- nately for us, Sewall kept his entries regarding the trials at Salem to a minimum. 8. Cary was given protection in New York. 9. I.e., John Proctor. 1. Vigorously. 2. Refusing to enter a plea. Corey was eighty years old at the time. Heavy stones were placed on him until he died.

Sept. 23[, 1690.] Tuesday, between 5. and  6. Sir3 Moodey carries the Body of my dear Judith to the Tomb, Solomon Rainsford receives it on the Stairs and sets it in. On the Cof"n is the year 1690. made with little nails. Govr Bradstreet and Lady,4 Mrs. Moodey, Mather the Mother, Mr. Win- throp, Richards here, with many others; Ministers, Willard, Moodey, Mather.

June 2d, 1691. Mr. Edward Taylor puts his Son James to Mr. Steward, Shop- keeper of Ipswich, for Seven years, to serve him as an Apprentice, Term to begin the "rst of July next. Mr. Taylor desires me to represent himself in making the Indenture,5 if Mr. Steward desire the accomplishment of it befor He comes down again.

Monday, Dec. 7th[, 1691.] I ride to New- Cambridge to see Sam.6 He could hardly speak to me, his affections were so mov’d, having not seen me for above a fortnight; his Cough is still very bad, much increas’d by his going to Cambridge on foot in the night. * * *

April 11th, 1692. Went to Salem, where, in the Meeting- house, the per- sons accused of Witchcraft were examined; was a very great Assembly; ’twas awfull to see how the afdicted persons were agitated. Mr. Noyes pray’d at the beginning, and Mr. Higginson concluded. [In the margin], Væ,7 Væ, Væ, Witchcraft.

July 30, 1692. Mrs. Cary makes her escape out of Cambridge- Prison, who was Committed for Witchcraft.8

Thorsday, Augt. 4[, 1692.] At Salem, Mr.  Water house brings the news of the desolation at Jamaica, June 7th. 1700 persons kill’d, besides the Loss of Houses and Goods by the Earthquake.

Augt. 19th, 1692. * * * This day [in the margin, Dolefull Witchcraft] George Burrough, John Willard, Jn° Procter,9 Martha Carrier and George Jacobs were executed at Salem, a very great number of Spectators being pres- ent. Mr. Cotton Mather was there, Mr. Sims, Hale, Noyes, Chiever, &c. All of them said they were innocent, Carrier and all. Mr. Mather says they all died by a Righ teous Sentence. Mr. Burrough by his Speech, Prayer, protes- tation of his Innocence, did much move unthinking persons, which occa- sions their speaking hardly1 concerning his being executed.

Augt. 25[, 1692.] Fast at the old [First] Church, respecting the Witchcraft, Drought, &c.

Monday, Sept. 19, 1692. About noon, at Salem, Giles Corey was press’d to death for standing Mute;2 much pains was used with him two days, one after another, by the Court and Capt. Gardner of Nantucket who had been of his acquaintance: but all in vain.

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3. Putnam was twelve when she, along with her mother, made accusations against “witches.” 4. A ship. 5. Confession of witchcraft automatically set the accused free. 6. Knob. 7. Saying grace. 8. The be hav ior of Adam after the fall, when he tried to hide from God (see Genesis 3).

9. It has a year’s growth. 1. Place. 2. Squares. 3. The tavern in Lynn, Mas sa chu setts, which is north of Boston. Milton is south of Boston. 4. The Mas sa chu setts General Court made Jan- uary 14, 1697, a day of fasting to atone for the events at Salem. Sewall publicly confessed his error and guilt.

Sept. 20[, 1692.] Now I hear from Salem that about 18 years agoe, he was suspected to have stamped and press’d a man to death, but was cleared. Twas not remembred till Anne Putnam was told of it by said Corey’s Spectre the Sabbath- day night before Execution.3

Sept. 20, 1692. The Swan4 brings in a rich French Prize of about 300 Tuns, laden with Claret, White Wine, Brandy, Salt, Linnen Paper, &c.

Sept. 21[, 1692.] A petition is sent to Town in behalf of Dorcas Hoar, who now confesses: Accordingly an order is sent to the Sheriff to forbear her Exe- cution, notwithstanding her being in the Warrant to die to morrow. This is the "rst condemned person who has confess’d.5

Nov. 6[, 1692.] Joseph threw a knop6 of Brass and hit his Sister Betty on the forhead so as to make it bleed and swell; upon which, and for his play- ing at Prayer- time, and eating when Return Thanks,7 I whipd him pretty smartly. When I "rst went in (call’d by his Grand mother) he sought to shadow and hide himself from me behind the head of the Cradle: which gave me the sorrowfull remembrance of Adam’s carriage.8

Apr. 16, 1695. My Appletree which I nourish from a kernel, has the growth of 16949 and is now scarce Ten inches high; removd it this Spring into the room1 of a young Appletree that dyed.

* * * Monday, April 29, 1695. The morning is very warm and Sunshiny; in the

After noon there is Thunder and Lightening, and about 2 p.m. a very extraor- dinary Storm of Hail, so that the ground was made white with it, as with the blossoms when fallen; ’twas as bigg as pistoll and Musquet Bullets; It broke of the Glass of the new House about 480 Quarrels2 of the Front; of Mr. Sergeant’s about as much; Col. Shrimpton, Major General, Govr Brad- street, New Meeting house, Mr. Willard, &c. Mr. Cotton Mather dined with us, and was with me in the new Kitchen when this was; He had just been mentioning that more Minister Houses than others proportionably had been smitten with Lightening; enquiring what the meaning of God should be in it. Many Hail- Stones broke throw the Glass and dew to the middle of the Room, or farther: People afterward Gazed upon the House to see its Ruins. I got Mr. Mather to pray with us after this awfull Providence; He told God He had broken the brittle part of our house, and prayd that we might be ready for the time when our Clay- Tabernacles should be broken. Twas a sorrowfull thing to me to see the house so far undon again before twas "nish’d. It seems at Milton on the one hand, and at Lewis’s3 on the other, there was no Hail.

Jany 15[, 1697.] * * * Copy of the Bill I put up on the Fast day;4 giving it to Mr. Willard as he pass’d by, and standing up at the reading of it, and bow- ing when "nished; in the After noon.

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5. On May 22, 1696, Sewall buried a premature son born dead, and on December 23 his daughter Sarah died. When his son Samuel read from Matthew 12.7 (“But if ye had known what this meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacri"ce, ye would not have condemned the guiltless”) it did “awfully bring to mind,” Sewall noted, “the Salem tragedy.” 6. Elizabeth Fitch, who died in 1689. The Mr. Fitch about to be mentioned may have been one

of her relatives. 7. Elizabeth Tappan (or Toppan) was Sewall’s niece. 8. Gloves were sent as an invitation to a funeral. 9. A memorial gift. 1. Paul Baynes, A Commentary upon the First Chapter of the Epistle of Saint Paul. Written to the Ephesians (1618). 2. Forty shillings (£2, a considerable sum in those days).

Samuel Sewall, sensible of the reiterated strokes of God upon himself and family5 and being sensible, that as to the Guilt contracted, upon the open- ing of the late Commission of Oyer and Terminer at Salem (to which the order for this Day relates) he is, upon many accounts, more concerned than any that he knows of, Desires to take the Blame and Shame of it, Asking pardon of Men, And especially desiring prayers that God, who has an Unlim- ited Authority, would pardon that Sin and all other his Sins; personal and Relative: And according to his in"nite Benignity, and Soveraignty, Not Visit the Sin of him, or of any other, upon himself or any of his, nor upon the Land: But that He would powerfully defend him against all Temptations to Sin, for the future; and vouchsafe him the Ef"cacious, Saving Conduct of his Word and Spirit.

July 15, 1698. Mr. Edward Taylor comes to our house from West"eld. Mon- day, July 18[, 1698.] I walk’d with Mr. Edward Taylor upon Cotton Hill, thence to Becon Hill, the Pasture, along the Stone- wall: As came back, we sat down on the great Rock, and Mr. Taylor told me his courting his "rst wife,6 and Mr. Fitch his story of Mr. Dod’s prayer to God to bring his Affec- tion to close with a person pious, but hard- favored. Has God answered me in "nding out one Godly and "t for me, and shall I part for fancy? When came home, my wife gave me Mr. Tappan’s Letter concerning Eliza,7 which caus’d me to redect on Mr. Taylor’s Discourse. And his Prayer was for pardon of error in our ways— which made me think whether it were not best to over- look all, and go on. This day John Ive, "shing in great Spiepond, is arrested with mortal sickness which renders him in a manner speechless and sense- less; dies next day; buried at Charlestown on the Wednesday. Was a very debauched, atheistical man. I was not at his Funeral. Had Gloves sent me,8 but the knowledge of his notoriously wicked life made me sick of going; and Mr. Mather, the president, came in just as I was ready to step out, and so I staid at home, and by that means lost a Ring:9 but hope had no loss. Follow thou Me, was I suppose more complied with, than if had left Mr. Mather’s com pany to go to such a Funeral.

Fourth- day, June 19, 1700. * * * Having been long and much dissatis"ed with the Trade of fetching Negros from Guinea; at last I had a strong Incli- nation to Write something about it; but it wore off. At last reading Bayne, Ephes.1 about servants, who mentions Blackamoors; I began to be uneasy that I had so long neglected doing any thing. When I was thus thinking, in came Bror Belknap to shew me a Petition he intended to pres ent to the GenL Court for the freeing a Negro and his wife, who were unjustly held in Bond- age. And there is a Motion by a Boston Committee to get a Law that all Importers of Negros shall pay 40s2 per head, to discourage the bringing of

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3. Work toward their slaves’ conversion to Chris- tian ity. 4. The Selling of Joseph was published "ve days later. 5. See his headnote, above. 6. Judge of morals (Latin). 7. The Protestant theologian John Calvin’s Insti-

tutes of the Christian Religion (1536). In this chapter, “How to Use the Pres ent Life, and the Comforts of It,” Calvin recommends naturalness and moderation. 8. I.e., a minister who cuts off his hair scorns the law of nature and therefore should not be allowed to preach.

them. And Mr. C. Mather resolves to publish a sheet to exhort Masters to labor their Conversion.3 Which makes me hope that I was call’d of God to Write this Apology4 for them; Let his Blessing accompany the same.

Tuesday, June 10th[, 1701.] Having last night heard that Josiah Willard had cut off his hair (a very full head of hair) and put on a Wigg, I went to him this morning. Told his Mother what I came about, and she call’d him. I enquired of him what Extremity had forced him to put off his own hair, and put on a Wigg? He answered, none at all. But said that his Hair was streight, and that it parted behinde. Seem’d to argue that men might as well shave their hair off their head, as off their face. I answered men were men before they had hair on their faces, (half of mankind have never any). God seems to have ordain’d our Hair as a Test, to see whether we can bring our minds to be content to be at his "nding: or whether we would be our own Carvers, Lords, and come no more at Him. If disliked our Skin, or Nails; ’tis no Thanks to us, that for all that, we cut them not off: Pain and danger restrain us. Your Calling is to teach men self Denial. Twill be displeasing and burdensom to good men: And they that care not what men think of them care not what God thinks of them. Father, Bror Simon, Mr. Pemberton, Mr. [Michael] Wigglesworth,5 Oakes, Noyes (Oliver), Brattle of Cambridge their example. Allow me to be so far a Censor Morum6 for this end of the Town. Pray’d him to read the Tenth Chapter of the Third book of Calvins Institutions.7 I read it this morning in course, not of choice. Told him that it was condemn’d by a Meeting of Ministers at Northampton in Mr. [Solo- mon] Stoddards house, when the said Josiah was there. Told him of the Solemnity of the Covenant which he and I had lately entered into, which put me upon discoursing to him. He seem’d to say would leave off his Wigg when his hair was grown. I spake to his Father of it a day or two after: He thank’d me that had discoursed his Son, and told me that when his hair was grown to cover his ears, he promis’d to leave off his Wigg. If he had known of it, would have forbidden him. His Mother heard him talk of it; but was afraid positively to forbid him; lest he should do it, and so be more faulty.

Sabbath, Novr 30[, 1701.] * * * I spent this Sabbath at Mr. Colman’s, partly out of dislike to Mr. Josiah Willard’s cutting off his Hair, and wearing a Wigg: He preach’d for Mr. Pemberton in the morning; He that contemns the Law of Nature, is not "t to be a publisher of the Law of Grace.8 * * *

Lord’s Day, June 10, 1705. The Learned and pious Mr. Michael Wiggles- worth dies at Malden about 9. m. Had been sick about 10. days of a Fever; 73 years and 8 moneths old. He was the Author of the Poem entituled The Day of Doom, which has been so often printed: and was very useful as a Physician.

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9. May God turn aside all bad things (Latin). 1. I.e, interred: buried.

2. One who leads the congregation in singing. 3. Praise God (Latin).

Lords day, Decr 17[, 1727.] I was surprised to hear Mr. Thacher of Milton, my old Friend, pray’d for as dangerously Sick. Next day. Decr 18, 1727. I am inform’d by Mr. Gerrish, that my dear friend died last night; which I doubt bodes ill to Milton and the Province, his dying at this Time, though in the 77th year of his Age. Deus avertat Omen!9

Friday, Decr 22[, 1727.] the day after the Fast, was inter’d.1 Bearers Revd Mr. Nehemiah Walter, Mr. Joseph Baxter; Mr. John Swift, Mr. SamL Hunt; Mr. Joseph Sewall, Mr. Thomas Prince. I was inclin’d before, and having a pair of Gloves sent me, I determined to go to the Funeral, if the Weather prov’d favorable, which it did, and I hired Blake’s Coach with four Horses; my Son, Mr. Cooper and Mr. Prince went with me. Refresh’d there with Meat and Drink; got thither about half an hour past one. It was sad to see [death] triumphed over my dear Friend! I rode in my Coach to the Burying place; not being able to get nearer by reason of the many Horses. From thence went directly up the Hill where the Smith’s Shop, and so home very comfortably and easily, the ground being molli"ed. But when I came to my own Gate, going in, I fell down, a board slipping under my Left foot, my right Legg raised off the skin, and put me to a great deal of pain, especially when ’twas washed with Rum. It was good for me that I was thus Afdicted that my spirit might be brought into a frame more suitable to the Solemnity, which is apt to be too light; and by the loss of some of my Skin, and blood I might be awakened to prepare for my own Dissolution. Mr. Walter prayed before the Corps was carried out. I had a pair of Gloves sent me before I went, and a Ring given me there. Mr. Millar, the Church of Eng land Minis- ter, was there. At this Funeral I heard of the death of my good old Tenant Capt Nathan Niles, that very Friday morn. I have now been at the Interment of 4 of my Class- mates. First, the Rev’d Mr. William Adams at Dedham, Midweek, Augt. 19, 1685. Second, Mr. John Bowles, at Roxbury, March 31, 1691. Was one of his Bearers. Third, Capt. Samuel Phips at Charlestown. He was laid in his Son- in- Law Lemmon’s Tomb. Had a good pair of Gloves, and a gold Ring. He was Clerk of the Court and Register many years. Clerk to his death, and his Son succeeded him. Was Præcentor2 many years to the congregation. Inter’d Augt. 9, 1725. Fourth, the Rev’d Mr. Thachar at Mil- ton. Now I can go to no more Funerals of my Classmates; nor none be at mine; for the survivers, the Rev’d Mr. Samuel Mather at Windsor, and the Revd Mr. Taylor at West"eld, [are] one Hundred Miles off, and are extremly enfeebled. I humbly pray that CHRIST may be graciously pres ent with us all Three both in Life, and in Death, and then we shall safely and Comfortably walk through the shady valley that leads to Glory.

Lords- day, Decr 24th[, 1727.] am kept from the solemn Assembly by my bruised Shin.

October 19, 1728. Seeing this to be the same day of the week and Moneth that the Wife of my youth expired Eleven years agoe, it much affected me. I writ to my dear Son Mr. Joseph Sewall of it, desiring him to come and dine with me: or however that he would call some time to join my Condolence. He came about Noon and made an excellent Prayer in the East Chamber. Laus Deo.3 I told him of the death of the Widow Wheeler yesterday morning,

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4. Handle. 5. Same place, the day, Sunday (Latin). 1. A public remonstrance or statement. The text is derived from the "rst edition (1700). 2. Translated from De Conscientia, et eius iure, vel casibus (1623), by the En glish theologian Wil- liam Ames, who was the main source for Puritan ecclesiastical ideas. The last quotation in The Sell- ing of Joseph, in Ames’s Latin original, includes

this same passage. 3. Renters subject to immediate expulsion from rental property, as opposed to those holding a long- term lease. Here and throughout this open- ing passage, Sewall uses language derived from con temporary property law and practice as well as from the Bible. “Broad Seal”: seal of Eng land, af"xed to land grants and patents.

which he had not heard of. When Sam came to read, I wrap’d up a Silver Cup with one ear,4 weighing about 3 ounces and  12 Grains, to give his Mother, which I had promis’d her. A Minister’s Wife, I told her, ought not to be without such a one. I went to looke [for] silver to make such a one, and unexpectedly met with one ready made.

Ditto, die, feria Septima.5 I gave my dear Wife a Book of 7 Sermons, which had been my Daughter Hannah’s, for whom she had labored beyond mea sure.

1673–1729

1878–82

The Selling of Joseph: A Memorial1

Forasmuch as Liberty is in real value next unto Life: None ought to part with it themselves, or deprive others of it, but upon most mature Consideration.2

The Numerousness of Slaves at this day in the Province, and the Uneasi- ness of them under their Slavery, hath put many upon thinking whether the Foundation of it be "rmly and well laid; so as to sustain the Vast Weight that is built upon it. It is most certain that all Men, as they are the Sons of Adam, are Coheirs; and have equal Right unto Liberty, and all other out- ward Comforts of Life. God hath given the Earth [with all its Commodities] unto the Sons of Adam, Psal 115.16. And hath made of One Blood, all Nations of Men, for to dwell on all the face of the Earth, and hath determined the Times before appointed, and the bounds of their habitation: That they should seek the Lord. Forasmuch then as we are the Offspring of GOD &c. Act 17.26, 27, 29. Now although the Title given by the last ADAM, doth in"nitely better Men[’]s Estates, respecting GOD and themselves; and grants them a most bene"cial and inviolable Lease under the Broad Seal of Heaven, who were before only Tenants at Will:3 Yet through the Indulgence of GOD to our First Parents after the Fall, the outward Estate of all and every of their Children, remains the same, as to one another. So that Originally, and Naturally, there is no such thing as Slavery. Joseph was rightfully no more a Slave to his Breth- ren, than they were to him: and they had no more Authority to Sell him, than they had to Slay him. And if they had nothing to do to Sell him; the Ishmaelites bargaining with them, and paying down Twenty pieces of Silver could not make a Title. Neither could Potiphar have any better Interest in him than the Ishmaelites had. Gen. 37.20, 27, 28. For he that shall in this case plead Alteration of Property, seems to have forfeited a great part of his own claim to Humanity. There is no proportion between Twenty Pieces of Silver, and LIBERTY. The Commodity it self is the Claimer. If Arabian Gold

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4. More precious than all the gold (Latin). 5. Let the buyer beware! (Latin). 6. Foreign, not intrinsic. 7. “Train bands” were companies of militia. Sewall implies that black members of these mili- tias were taking the places of white men.

8. Famous in the Bible for their courtship and abiding love. 9. I.e., extramarital sex was subject to "nes in Mas sa chu setts and other colonies. 1. Account.

be imported in any quantities, most are afraid to meddle with it, though they might have it at easy rates; lest if it should have been wrongfully taken from the Owners, it should kindle a "re to the Consumption of their whole Estate. ’tis pity there should be more Caution used in buying a Horse, or a little life- less dust; than there is in purchasing Men and Women: Whenas they are the Offspring of GOD, and their Liberty is,

. . . . . . . . . Auro pretiosior Omni.4

And seeing GOD hath said, He that Stealeth a Man and Selleth him, or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely be put to Death. Exod. 21.16. This Law being of Everlasting Equity, wherein Man Stealing is ranked amongst the most atrocious of Capital Crimes: What louder Cry can there be made of that Celebrated Warning,

Caveat Emptor!5

And all things considered, it would conduce more to the Welfare of the Prov- ince, to have White Servants for a Term of Years, than to have Slaves for Life. Few can endure to hear of a Negro’s being made free; and indeed they can seldom use their freedom well; yet their continual aspiring after their forbidden Liberty, renders them Unwilling Servants. And there is such a dis- parity in their Conditions, Colour & Hair, that they can never embody with us, and grow up into orderly Families, to the Peopling of the Land: but still remain in our Body Politick as a kind of extravasat6 Blood. As many Negro men as there are among us, so many empty places there are in our Train Bands, and the places taken up of Men that might make Husbands for our Daughters.7 And the Sons and Daughters of New Eng land would become more like Jacob, and Rachel,8 if this Slavery were thrust quite out of doors. Moreover it is too well known what Temptations Masters are under, to con- nive at the Fornication of their Slaves; lest they should be obliged to "nd them Wives, or pay their Fines.9 It seems to be practically pleaded that they might be Lawless; ’tis thought much of, that the Law should have Satisfac- tion for their Thefts, and other Immoralities; by which means, Holiness to the Lord, is more rarely engraven upon this sort of Servitude. It is likewise most la men ta ble to think, how in taking Negros out of Africa, and Selling of them here, That which GOD has joyned together men do boldly rend asunder; Men from their Country, Husbands from their Wives, Parents from their Children. How horrible is the Uncleanness, Mortality, if not Murder, that the Ships are guilty of that bring great Crouds of these miserable Men, and Women. Methinks, when we are bemoaning the barbarous Usage of our Friends and Kinsfolk in Africa: it might not be unseasonable to enquire whether we are not culpable in forcing the Africans to become Slaves amongst our selves. And it may be a question whether all the Bene"t received by Negro Slaves, will balance the Accompt1 of Cash laid out upon them; and for the

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2. I.e., Ham, the second son of Noah and the father of Cush as well as of Canaan. In Genesis 9.25, Noah says, “Cursed be Canaan; a servant of servants shall he be unto his brethren.” Apologists for slavery often insisted that Ham was the ances- tor of the African peoples. 3. Abbreviation for videlicet: that is to say, namely (Latin). 4. See Pareus (Latin); David Pareus (1548–1622) was a German theologian and biblical commenta-

tor and one of Sewall’s favorite authors. 5. From book 2 (lines 235–36) of Metamorpho- ses, by the ancient Roman poet Ovid: Then it was, as men think, that the people of Ethiopia became dark- skinned, for the blood was called to the surface of their bodies (by the heat) (Latin). 6. Joseph was sold into slavery in Egypt by his brothers. The story appears in Genesis 37. “For . . . known”: i.e., for all we know.

Redemption of our own enslaved Friends out of Africa. Besides all the Per- sons and Estates that have perished there.

Obj. 1. These Blackamores are of the Posterity of Cham,2 and therefore are under the Curse of Slavery. Gen. 9.25, 26, 27.

Answ. Of all Of"ces, one would not begg this; viz.3 Uncall’d for, to be an Executioner of the Vindictive Wrath of God; the extent and duration of which is to us uncertain. If this ever was a Commission; How do we know but that it is long since out of Date? Many have found it to their Cost, that a Prophetical Denunciation of Judgment against a Person or People, would not warrant them to indict that evil. If it would, Hazael might jus- tify himself in all he did against his Master, and the Israelites, from 2 Kings 8.10, 12.

But it is pos si ble that by cursory reading, this Text may have been mis- taken. For Canaan is the Person Cursed three times over, without the men- tioning of Cham. Good Expositors suppose the Curse entaild on him, and that this Prophesie was accomplished in the Extirpation of the Canaanites, and in the Servitude of the Gibeonites. Vide Pareum.4 Whereas the Black- mores are not descended of Canaan, but of Cush. Psal. 68.31. Princes shall come out of Egypt, Ethiopia shall soon stretch out her hands unto God. Under which Names, all Africa may be comprehended; and their Promised Con- version ought to be prayed for. Jer. 13.23. Can the Ethiopian change his skin? This shows that Black Men are the Posterity of Cush: Who time out of mind have been distinguished by their Colour. And for want of the true, Ovid assigns a fabulous cause of it.

Sanguine tum credunt in corpora summa vocato Æthiopum populus nigrum traxisse colorem.

Metamorph. lib. 2.5

Obj. 2. The Nigers are brought out of a Pagan Country, into places where the Gospel is Preached.

Answ. Evil must not be done, that good may come of it. The extraordinary and comprehensive Bene"t accruing to the Church of God, and to Joseph personally, did not rectify his brethren[’]s Sale of him.

Obj. 3. The Africans have Wars one with another: Our Ships bring lawful Captives taken in those Wars.

Answ. For ought is known, their Wars are much such as were between Jacob’s Sons and their Brother Joseph.6 If they be between Town and Town; Provincial, or National: Every War is upon one side Unjust. An Unlawful War can’t make lawful Captives. And by Receiving, we are in danger to pro- mote, and partake in their Barbarous Cruelties. I am sure, if some Gentle- men should go down to the Brewsters to take the Air, and Fish: And a stronger

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7. A coastal town near Boston. The Brewsters are a group of islands at the outer entrance to Boston Harbor. 8. Since the eigh teenth century, this injunction has been known as the Golden Rule. 9. Conceive. 1. Ephesians 2.12–14: “At that time ye were without Christ, being aliens from the common- wealth of Israel, and strangers to the covenants of promise, having no hope, and without God in the world: But now in Christ Jesus ye who some- times were far off are made nigh by the blood of Christ. For he is our peace, who hath made both one, and hath broken down the middle wall of partition between us.”

2. As long as it is voluntary, the total servitude of one Christian to another is often enough lawful on the part of the servant because it arises from his necessity. But on the part of the master who is the agent in procuring and managing [the ser- vant], it is scarcely legal, for it does not conform to the general rule: Whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them (Latin). 3. Total servitude, when used as a punishment, can have no place in law, unless for an offense so grave that it is deserving of the severest pen- alty: for liberty by common estimate is next in importance to life itself, and by many is placed even higher than life (Latin); from Ames’s De Conscientia.

party from Hull7 should Surprise them, and Sell them for Slaves to a Ship outward bound: they would think themselves unjustly dealt with; both by Sellers and Buyers. And yet ’tis to be feared, we have no other kind of Title to our Nigers. Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the Law and the Prophets. Matt. 7.12.8

Obj. 4. Abraham had Servants bought with his Money, and born in his House.

Answ. Until the Circumstances of Abraham’s purchase be recorded, no Argument can be drawn from it. In the mean time, Charity obliges us to conclude, that He knew it was lawful and good.

It is Observable that the Israelites were strictly forbidden the buying, or selling one another for Slaves. Levit. 25. 39. 46. Jer. 34 8. . . . . . . 22. And GOD gaged His Blessing in lieu of any loss they might conceipt9 they suf- fered thereby. Deut. 15. 18. And since the partition Wall is broken down, inordinate Self love should likewise be demolished.1 GOD expects that Chris- tians should be of a more Ingenuous and benign frame of spirit. Christians should carry it to all the World, as the Israelites were to carry it one towards another. And for men obstinately to persist in holding their Neighbours and Brethren under the Rigor of perpetual Bondage, seems to be no proper way of gaining Assurance that God has given them Spiritual Freedom. Our Blessed Saviour has altered the Mea sures of the ancient Love- Song, and set it to a most Excellent New Tune, which all ought to be ambitious of Learning. Matt. 5.43, 44 John 13.34. These Ethiopians, as black as they are; seeing they are the Sons and Daughters of the First Adam, the Brethren and Sisters of the Last ADAM, and the Offspring of GOD; They ought to be treated with a Res pect agreeable.

Servitus perfecta voluntaria, inter Christianum & Christianum, ex parte servi patientis sæpe est licita, quia est necessaria: sed ex parte domini agentis, & procurando & exercendo, vix potest esse licita: quia non convenit regulæ illi generali: Quæcunque volueritis ut faciant vobis homines, ita & vos facite eis.2 Matt. 7. 12.

Perfecta servitus pœnæ, non potest jure locum habere, nisi ex delicto gravi quod ultimum supplicium aliquo modo meretur: quia Libertas ex naturali æsti- matione proxime accedit ad vitam ipsam, & eidem a multis præferri solet.3

Ames. Cas. Consc. Lib. 5. Cap. 23. Thes. 2, 3.

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COTTON MATHER 1663–1728

C otton Mather’s writings represent the peak of New Eng land Puritan intellectual life in its baroque phase: ornate, with a hint of de cadence. The sense of a world- view a bit past its prime and straining to recover preeminence emerges from many accounts of his life and writings. Mather was the grand son of Richard Mather and John Cotton, leading "rst- generation ministers in the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony, and the son of another prominent minister, Increase Mather. These men published fre- quently on theology, church polity, history, and the natu ral sciences. Young Cotton Mather shouldered the burden of this inheritance, viewing it as a precious legacy for the colony and, indeed, all of humanity, but he did so at some personal cost. He stam- mered badly as a youth, and while he was able to overcome that debility well enough to become a minister, throughout his life he continued to suffer from ner vous disor- ders that today we would prob ably call anxiety and depression. He had a reputation for being pushy and dif"cult, and he alienated people with extreme be hav ior, even when he acted with the best intentions.

Tutored by his father, this precocious eldest son of a distinguished family was admitted to Harvard College at the unusually young age of twelve. At Mather’s gradu- ation, in 1678, President Urian Oakes told the commencement audience that his hope was great that “in this youth, Cotton and Mather shall, in fact as well as name, join together and once more appear in life”— a reference to the young man’s illustri- ous grand fathers. Later, the pressures associated with living up to his family heritage mounted. In 1685, his father began a long term as the president of Harvard, and for four years starting in the late 1680s he served as New Eng land’s envoy to Eng land, where he renegotiated favorable terms for the colonial charter. These were remark- able accomplishments for any child to attempt to equal.

Mather remained for much of his adult life in his father’s shadow. He studied medi- cine when it seemed that his stammer would prevent him from taking a pulpit, then began serving as his father’s assistant pastor at Boston’s Second Church after Increase became the president of Harvard. Cotton was later thwarted in his desire to follow his father into the Harvard presidency, a source of lingering bitterness to him. He " nally became pastor at the Second Church after his father’s death, only "ve years before he himself died. Frustrated professionally in certain ways, Mather devoted his consider- able energy to the transatlantic republic of letters, involving himself in the major intel- lectual questions of his day and writing on a wide variety of topics.

Mather experienced further disappointment and tragedy in his personal life. His "rst two wives died, and his third wife became mentally ill. Of his "fteen children, only six survived to adulthood, and just two lived until his death. His extended family put uncomfortable demands on his "nancial resources. Despite these considerable respon- sibilities, he was passionately committed to the common good as he understood it, and he took great satisfaction in organ izing socie ties for building churches, supporting schools for the children of slaves, and working to establish funds for indigent clergy. During Benjamin Franklin’s early years in Boston, he learned a great deal from Mather about public ser vice, and those insights became central to Franklin’s life and writings.

Mather published over four hundred works. Some of his most engaging writings deal with the witchcraft trials at Salem, which exemplify central tensions between the Puritan worldview and an emerging, science- based modern order. Mather was only indirectly involved in the prosecutions. His writings on the subject, in works

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1. In May 1692, Governor William Phips of Mas- sa chu setts appointed a Court of Oyer and Termi- ner (“hear and determine”) in the cases against some nineteen people in Salem accused of witch- craft. Mather had long been interested in the subject of witchcraft, and in this work, written at the request of the judges, he describes the case against the accused. Mather, like many others, saw the evidence of witchcraft as the dev il’s work,

a last- ditch effort to undermine the Puritan ideal. He was skeptical of much of the evidence used against the accused, especially as the trials pro- ceeded in the summer of 1692, but like a number of prominent individuals in the community, he made no public protest. The work was "rst pub- lished in 1693; this text is from the reprint published by John Russell Smith in 1862.

such as The Won ders of the Invisible World (1693), contain both an apocalyptic nar- rative of Satan’s assaults on godly New Eng land and more neutral descriptions of the supposed super natu ral manifestations and the legal proceedings designed to stamp them out. Mather embraced the natu ral sciences warmly enough to earn election in 1713 into London’s prestigious Royal Society, an organ ization founded in 1660 to promote scienti"c investigation of the natu ral world. His later writings included a medical compendium, and he took a public stand in favor of inoculation during Boston’s smallpox epidemic in 1721–22. These facets of Mather’s intellec- tual life are not as contradictory as they may appear. He studied the phenomena associated with witchcraft in much the same manner as he sought to understand other physical, mental, and spiritual phenomena.

While these publications suggest a major aspect of Mather’s thought, his historical writings are what have earned him a signi"cant place in American literary history. The title page of Magnalia Christi Americana (1702) describes this epic work as an “ecclesiastical history of New Eng land.” In its seven volumes, however, Mather’s his- tory focuses not only on the New Eng land churches and Harvard, where its ministers were trained, but also on representative lives of leading "gures, accounts of the colo- ny’s Indian wars, and much else. His biographical sketches, modeled on the "rst- century Greek and Roman historian Plutarch and on Christian hagiographies (i.e., saint’s lives), pres ent some of his most compelling writing. His biographies of William Bradford, the longtime governor of the Plymouth Colony, and John Winthrop, leader of the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony, are among his "nest literary achievements. The Magnalia also includes Mather’s experiments in popu lar forms such as the captivity tale, a genre that his father had helped usher into being through his involvement with Mary Rowlandson’s narrative. The younger Mather contributed to the form with his account of Hannah Dustan’s experiences as a captive, “A Notable Exploit.”

By the time Mather was writing his history of New Eng land, the issues that seemed most pressing to his parishioners were po liti cal and social rather than theological. Mather defended the old order of church authority against the encroachment of an increasingly secular world, noting in a diary entry for 1700 that “ there was hardly any but my father and myself to appear in defense of our invaded churches.” But he also recast the Puritan perspective in ethical terms, producing what in essence were “con- duct books” (represented here by se lections from Bonifacius [1710], later reprinted as Essays to Do Good). These works show him seeking to replace or augment the ever- fragile po liti cal power of the clergy with moral chastisement and persuasion. Here again, Mather shared an interest with Benjamin Franklin, whose Poor Richard’s Almanack (1732–58) offers similar lessons in a more secular idiom. In a society adjusting to new realities, Mather was a worldly Puritan.

From The Won ders of the Invisible World1

[A People of God in the Devil’s Territories]

The New En glanders are a people of God settled in those, which were once the dev il’s territories; and it may easily be supposed that the devil was exceedingly disturbed, when he perceived such a people here accomplishing

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2. After Jesus was baptized, he fasted in the des- ert for forty days; there, the devil tempted him and offered him the world (Luke 4). 3. Ephesus was an ancient city in Asia Minor, famous for its temples to the goddess Diana. When Saint Paul preached there, he received hos- tile treatment, and riots followed the sermons of  missionaries who attempted to convert the

Ephesians. 4. Stone of help (Hebrew, literal trans.); a com- memorative monument like the one Samuel erected to note victory over the Philistines (1 Samuel 7.12). 5. I.e., after the mischiefs were attempted there, and later partly overcome.

the promise of old made unto our blessed Jesus, that He should have the utmost parts of the earth for His possession.2 There was not a greater uproar among the Ephesians, when the Gospel was "rst brought among them,3 than there was among the powers of the air ( after whom those Ephe- sians walked) when "rst the silver trumpets of the Gospel here made the joyful sound. The devil thus irritated, immediately tried all sorts of methods to overturn this poor plantation: and so much of the church, as was ded into this wilderness, immediately found the serpent cast out of his mouth a dood for the carry ing of it away. I believe that never were more satanical devices used for the unsettling of any people under the sun, than what have been employed for the extirpation of the vine which God has here planted, casting out the heathen, and preparing a room before it, and causing it to take deep root, and "ll the land, so that it sent its boughs unto the Atlantic Sea eastward, and its branches unto the Connecticut River westward, and the hills were covered with a shadow thereof. But all those attempts of hell have hitherto been abortive, many an Ebenezer4 has been erected unto the praise of God, by his poor people here; and having obtained help from God, we continue to this day. Wherefore the devil is now making one attempt more upon us; an attempt more dif"cult, more surprising, more snarled with unintelligible circumstances than any that we have hitherto encountered; an attempt so critical, that if we get well through, we shall soon enjoy hal- cyon days with all the vultures of hell trodden under our feet. He has wanted his incarnate legions to persecute us, as the people of God have in the other hemi sphere been persecuted: he has therefore drawn forth his more spiritual ones to make an attack upon us. We have been advised by some credible Christians yet alive, that a malefactor, accused of witchcraft as well as mur- der, and executed in this place more than forty years ago, did then give notice of an horrible plot against the country by witchcraft, and a founda- tion of witchcraft then laid, which if it were not seasonably discovered, would prob ably blow up, and pull down all the churches in the country. And we have now with horror seen the discovery of such a witchcraft! An army of dev ils is horribly broke in upon the place which is the center, and after a sort, the "rst- born of our En glish settlements: and the houses of the good people there are "lled with the doleful shrieks of their children and servants, tormented by invisible hands, with tortures altogether preternatu- ral. After the mischiefs there endeavored, and since in part conquered,5 the terrible plague of evil angels hath made its pro gress into some other places, where other persons have been in like manner diabolically handled. These our poor afdicted neighbors, quickly after they become infected and infested with these demons, arrive to a capacity of discerning those which they con- ceive the shapes of their troublers; and notwithstanding the great and just suspicion that the demons might impose the shapes of innocent persons in their spectral exhibitions upon the sufferers (which may perhaps prove no

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6. Tricks. 7. I.e., having been requested by the judges to write about the trials.

small part of the witch- plot in the issue), yet many of the persons thus rep- resented, being examined, several of them have been convicted of a very damnable witchcraft: yea, more than one [and] twenty have confessed, that they have signed unto a book, which the devil showed them, and engaged in his hellish design of bewitching and ruining our land. We know not, at least I know not, how far the delusions of Satan may be interwoven into some circumstances of the confessions; but one would think all the rules of under- standing human affairs are at an end, if after so many most voluntary harmo- nious confessions, made by intelligent persons of all ages, in sundry towns, at several times, we must not believe the main strokes wherein those confes- sions all agree: especially when we have a thousand preternatural things every day before our eyes, wherein the confessors do acknowledge their con- cernment, and give demonstration of their being so concerned. If the dev ils now can strike the minds of men with any poisons of so "ne a composition and operation, that scores of innocent people shall unite, in confessions of a crime, which we see actually committed, it is a thing prodigious, beyond the won ders of the former ages, and it threatens no less than a sort of a dissolu- tion upon the world. Now, by these confessions ’tis agreed that the devil has made a dreadful knot of witches in the country, and by the help of witches has dreadfully increased that knot: that these witches have driven a trade of commissioning their confederate spirits to do all sorts of mischiefs to the neighbors, whereupon there have ensued such mischievous consequences upon the bodies and estates of the neighborhood, as could not other wise be accounted for: yea, that at prodigious witch- meetings, the wretches have pro- ceeded so far as to concert and consult the methods of rooting out the Chris- tian religion from this country, and setting up instead of it perhaps a more gross diabolism than ever the world saw before. And yet it will be a thing little short of miracle, if in so spread a business as this, the devil should not get in some of his juggles,6 to confound the discovery of all the rest.

* * * But I shall no longer detain my reader from his expected entertainment,

in a brief account of the trials which have passed upon some of the male- factors lately executed at Salem, for the witchcrafts whereof they stood con- victed. For my own part, I was not pres ent at any of them; nor ever had I any personal prejudice at the persons thus brought upon the stage; much less at the surviving relations of those persons, with and for whom I would be as hearty a mourner as any man living in the world: The Lord comfort them! But having received a command so to do,7 I can do no other than shortly relate the chief matters of fact, which occurred in the trials of some that were executed, in an abridgment collected out of the court papers on this occasion put into my hands. You are to take the truth, just as it was; and the truth will hurt no good man. There might have been more of these, if my book would not thereby have swollen too big; and if some other worthy hands did not perhaps intend something further in these collections; for which cause I have only singled out four or "ve, which may serve to illustrate the

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8. Aware. 9. I.e., the defendant in court. 1. I.e., a year ago last March. 2. I.e., literally, not meta phor ically, press his

face against the revolving sandstone used for grinding, smoothing, etc. 3. Pus; infected matter. “Lanced”: cut open.

way of dealing, wherein witchcrafts use to be concerned; and I report matters not as an advocate, but as an historian.

* * * [The Trial of Martha Carrier]

at the court of oyer and terminer, held by adjournment at salem, august 2, 1692

I. Martha Carrier was indicted for the bewitching certain persons, accord- ing to the form usual in such cases, pleading not guilty to her indictment; there were "rst brought in a considerable number of the bewitched persons who not only made the court sensible8 of an horrid witchcraft committed upon them, but also deposed that it was Martha Carrier, or her shape, that grievously tormented them, by biting, pricking, pinching and choking of them. It was further deposed that while this Carrier was on her examina- tion before the magistrates, the poor people were so tortured that every one expected their death upon the very spot, but that upon the binding of Car- rier they were eased. Moreover the look of Carrier then laid the afdicted people for dead; and her touch, if her eye at the same time were off them, raised them again: which things were also now seen upon her trial. And it was testi"ed that upon the mention of some having their necks twisted almost round, by the shape of this Carrier, she replied, “It’s no matter though their necks had been twisted quite off.”

II. Before the trial of this prisoner, several of her own children had frankly and fully confessed not only that they were witches themselves, but that this their mother had made them so. This confession they made with great shows of repentance, and with much demonstration of truth. They related place, time, occasion; they gave an account of journeys, meetings and mischiefs by them performed, and were very credible in what they said. Nevertheless, this evidence was not produced against the prisoner at the bar,9 inasmuch as there was other evidence enough to proceed upon.

III. Benjamin Abbot gave his testimony that last March was a twelve- month,1 this Carrier was very angry with him, upon laying out some land near her husband’s: her expressions in this anger were that she would stick as close to Abbot as the bark stuck to the tree; and that he should repent of it afore seven years came to an end, so as Doctor Prescot should never cure him. These words were heard by others besides Abbot himself; who also heard her say, she would hold his nose as close to the grindstone2 as ever it was held since his name was Abbot. Presently after this, he was taken with a swelling in his foot, and then with a pain in his side, and exceedingly tor- mented. It bred into a sore, which was lanced by Doctor Prescot, and sev- eral gallons of corruption3 ran out of it. For six weeks it continued very bad, and then another sore bred in the groin, which was also lanced by Doctor Prescot. Another sore then bred in his groin, which was likewise cut, and

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4. Sunday.

put him to very great misery: he was brought unto death’s door, and so remained until Carrier was taken, and carried away by the constable, from which [that] very day he began to mend, and so grew better every day, and is well ever since.

Sarah Abbot also, his wife, testi"ed that her husband was not only all this while afdicted in his body, but also that strange, extraordinary and unac- countable calamities befell his cattle; their death being such as they could guess at no natu ral reason for.

IV. Allin Toothaker testi"ed that Richard, the son of Martha Carrier, hav- ing some difference with him, pulled him down by the hair of the head. When he rose again he was going to strike at Richard Carrier but fell down dat on his back to the ground, and had not power to stir hand or foot, until he told Carrier he yielded; and then he saw the shape of Martha Carrier go off his breast.

This Toothaker had received a wound in the wars; and he now testi"ed that Martha Carrier told him he should never be cured. Just afore the appre- hending of Carrier, he could thrust a knitting needle into his wound four inches deep; but presently after her being seized, he was thoroughly healed.

He further testi"ed that when Carrier and he some times were at vari- ance, she would clap her hands at him, and say he should get nothing by it; whereupon he several times lost his cattle, by strange deaths, whereof no natu ral causes could be given.

V. John Rogger also testi"ed that upon the threatening words of this malicious Carrier, his cattle would be strangely bewitched; as was more particularly then described.

VI. Samuel Preston testi"ed that about two years ago, having some dif- ference with Martha Carrier, he lost a cow in a strange, preternatural, unusual manner; and about a month after this, the said Carrier, having again some difference with him, she told him he had lately lost a cow, and it should not be long before he lost another; which accordingly came to pass; for he had a thriving and well- kept cow, which without any known cause quickly fell down and died.

VII. Phebe Chandler testi"ed that about a fortnight before the apprehen- sion of Martha Carrier, on a Lordsday,4 while the Psalm was singing in the Church, this Carrier then took her by the shoulder and shaking her, asked her, where she lived: she made her no answer, although as Carrier, who lived next door to her father’s house, could not in reason but know who she was. Quickly after this, as she was at several times crossing the "elds, she heard a voice, that she took to be Martha Carrier’s, and it seemed as if it was over her head. The voice told her she should within two or three days be poisoned. Accordingly, within such a little time, one half of her right hand became greatly swollen and very painful; as also part of her face: whereof she can give no account how it came. It continued very bad for some days; and several times since she has had a great pain in her breast; and been so seized on her legs that she has hardly been able to go. She added that lately, going well to the house of God, Richard, the son of Martha Carrier, looked very earnestly upon her, and immediately her hand, which had formerly

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5. A strap that goes around a wheel.

been poisoned, as is abovesaid, began to pain her greatly, and she had a strange burning at her stomach; but was then struck deaf, so that she could not hear any of the prayer, or singing, till the two or three last words of the Psalm.

VIII. One Foster, who confessed her own share in the witchcraft for which the prisoner stood indicted, af"rmed that she had seen the prisoner at some of their witch- meetings, and that it was this Carrier, who persuaded her to be a witch. She confessed that the devil carried them on a pole to a witch- meeting; but the pole broke, and she hanging about Carrier’s neck, they both fell down, and she then received an hurt by the fall, whereof she was not at this very time recovered.

IX. One Lacy, who likewise confessed her share in this witchcraft, now testi"ed, that she and the prisoner were once bodily pres ent at a witch- meeting in Salem Village; and that she knew the prisoner to be a witch, and to have been at a diabolical sacrament, and that the prisoner was the undo- ing of her and her children by enticing them into the snare of the devil.

X. Another Lacy, who also confessed her share in this witchcraft, now tes- ti"ed, that the prisoner was at the witch- meeting, in Salem Village, where they had bread and wine administered unto them.

XI. In the time of this prisoner’s trial, one Susanna Sheldon in open court had her hands unaccountably tied together with a wheel- band5 so fast that without cutting, it could not be loosed: it was done by a specter; and the sufferer af"rmed it was the prisoner’s.

Memorandum. This rampant hag, Martha Carrier, was the person of whom the confessions of the witches, and of her own children among the rest, agreed that the devil had promised her she should be Queen of Hebrews.

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1. A History of the Wonderful Works of Christ in Amer i ca (Latin). Mather’s book is subtitled The ecclesiastical History of New Eng land from its #rst planting, in the year 1620, unto the year of our Lord, 1698. The "rst of the Magnalia’s seven books is concerned with the landing of the "rst Eu ro pe ans in Amer i ca and the founding and his- tory of the New Eng land settlements. The sec- ond pres ents lives of governors of New Eng land, including the lives of Bradford and Winthrop (also see their headnotes, above). The third pre- sents lives of sixty famous “Divines, by whose ministry the churches of New Eng land have been planted and continued.” Other books con- tain a history of Harvard College, a rec ord of church ordinances passed in synods, and a rec ord of “illustrious” and “wonderous” events that have been witnessed by people in New Eng land. The work was "rst published in London in 1702; this text is from that edited by Thomas Robbins (1853–55), with translations from the Hebrew, Greek, and Latin by Lucius F. Robinson. 2. The Second Galeazzo (Latin). Galeazzo Car-

accioli (1517–1586) was a Neapolitan nobleman who converted to Calvinism and moved to Geneva, Switzerland, where John Calvin’s indu- ence was strong. 3. His vigilance defends the sleep of all; his labor, their rest; his industry, their pleasures; and his diligence, their leisure (Latin). 4. During the reign of Mary Tudor (1553–58), an effort was made to restore Roman Catholi- cism to the position of a national Church, and a number of Protestants were executed. 5. Bradford (1510?–1555), burned at the stake with Leaf on July 1, 1555, for their unorthodox religious views. Their story was well known from John Foxe’s Book of Martyrs (1563). 6. Followed Mary Tudor to the throne (1558– 1603) and by virtue of the Act of Uniformity pre- scribed traditional church ritual. 7. A number of En glish Puritans went to Hol- land to form their own churches without being accused of treason. 8. Farming. “Meanly”: in poverty.

From Magnalia Christi Americana1

Galeacius Secundus:2 The Life of William Bradford, Esq., Governor of Plymouth Colony

Omnium Somnos illius vigilantia defendit; omnium otium, illius Labor; omnium Delicias, illius Industria; omnium vacationem, illius occupatio.3

It has been a matter of some observation, that although Yorkshire be one of the largest shires in Eng land; yet for all the "res of martyrdom which were kindled in the days of Queen Mary,4 it afforded no more fuel than one poor leaf; namely, John Leaf, an apprentice, who suffered for the doctrine of the Reformation at the same time and stake with the famous John Bradford.5 But when the reign of Queen Elizabeth6 would not admit the reformation of worship to proceed unto those degrees, which were proposed and pur- sued by no small number of the faithful in those days, Yorkshire was not the least of the shires in Eng land that afforded suffering witnesses thereunto. The churches there gathered were quickly molested with such a raging per- secution, that if the spirit of separation in them did carry them unto a fur- ther extreme than it should have done, one blamable cause thereof will be found in the extremity of that persecution. Their trou bles made that cold country too hot for them, so that they were under a necessity to seek a retreat in the Low Countries;7 and yet the watchful malice and fury of their adver- saries rendered it almost impossible for them to "nd what they sought. For them to leave their native soil, their lands and their friends, and go into a strange place, where they must hear foreign language, and live meanly and hardly, and in other employments than that of husbandry,8 wherein they had been educated, these must needs have been such discouragements as could have been conquered by none, save those who sought "rst the kingdom of God, and the righ teousness thereof. But that which would have made these discouragements the more unconquerable unto an ordinary faith, was the

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9. Ports in northeast Eng land. “Divers”: several. 1. I.e., the Netherlands. 2. King of Judah (c. 638–608 b.c.e.), who was ignorant of the book of the law of the God of

Israel and worshiped false gods (2 Kings 22f.). “Anno”: in the year (Latin). Auster"eld is in York- shire. 3. I.e., made his education dependent on.

terrible zeal of their enemies to guard all ports, and search all ships, that none of them should be carried off. I will not relate the sad things of this kind then seen and felt by this people of God; but only exemplify those trials with one short story. Divers of these people having hired a Dutchman, then lying at Hull, to carry them over to Holland, he promised faithfully to take them in, between Grimsby and Hull;9 but they coming to the place a day or two too soon, the appearance of such a multitude alarmed the of"cers of the town adjoining, who came with a great body of soldiers to seize upon them. Now it happened that one boat full of men had been carried aboard, while the women were yet in a bark that lay aground in a creek at low water. The Dutchman perceiving the storm that was thus beginning ashore, swore by the sacrament that he would stay no longer for any of them; and so taking the advantage of a fair wind then blowing, he put out to sea for Zeeland.1 The women thus left near Grimsby- common, bereaved of their husbands, who had been hurried from them, and forsaken of their neighbors, of whom none durst in this fright stay with them, were a very rueful spectacle; some crying for fear, some shaking for cold, all dragged by troops of armed and angry men from one Justice to another, till not knowing what to do with them, they even dismissed them to shift as well as they could for themselves. But by their singular afdictions, and by their Christian be hav iors, the cause for which they exposed themselves did gain considerably. In the meantime, the men at sea found reason to be glad that their families were not with them, for they were surprised with an horrible tempest, which held them for fourteen days together, in seven whereof they saw not sun, moon or star, but were driven upon the coast of Norway. The mari ners often despaired of life, and once with doleful shrieks gave over all, as thinking the vessel was found ered: but the vessel rose again, and when the mari ners with sunk hearts often cried out, “We sink! we sink!” the passengers, without such distraction of mind, even while the water was running into their mouths and ears, would cheer- fully shout, “Yet, Lord, thou canst save! Yet, Lord, thou canst save!” And the Lord accordingly brought them at last safe unto their desired haven: and not long after helped their distressed relations thither after them, where indeed they found upon almost all accounts a new world, but a world in which they found that they must live like strangers and pilgrims.

Among these devout people was our William Bradford, who was born Anno 1588, in an obscure village called Auster"eld, where the people were as unacquainted with the Bible, as the Jews do seem to have been with part of it in the days of Josiah;2 a most ignorant and licentious people, and like unto their priest. Here, and in some other places, he had a comfortable inheri- tance left him of his honest parents, who died while he was yet a child, and cast him on the education,3 "rst of his grandparents, and then of his uncles, who devoted him, like his ancestors, unto the affairs of husbandry. Soon a long sickness kept him, as he would afterwards thankfully say, from the van- ities of youth, and made him the "tter for what he was afterwards to undergo. When he was about a dozen years old, the reading of the Scriptures began to

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4. A Puritan minister (d. 1616) in the town of Scrooby, who settled in Amsterdam with the Scrooby Separatists. 5. One who denies what he formerly professed. “Professors”: i.e., those who declared their Sepa-

ratist faith. 6. I.e., struck out at him and tried to make him change his beliefs. 7. In Eng land.

cause great impressions upon him; and those impressions were much assisted and improved, when he came to enjoy Mr. Richard Clifton’s4 illuminating ministry, not far from his abode; he was then also further befriended, by being brought into the com pany and fellowship of such as were then called professors, though the young man that brought him into it did after become a profane and wicked apostate.5 Nor could the wrath of his uncles, nor the scoff of his neighbors, now turned upon him, as one of the Puritans, divert him from his pious inclinations.

At last, beholding how fearfully the evangelical and apostolical church- form, whereinto the churches of the primitive times were cast by the good spirit of God, had been deformed by the apostacy of the succeeding times; and what little pro gress the Reformation had yet made in many parts of Christendom towards its recovery, he set himself by reading, by discourse, by prayer, to learn whether it was not his duty to withdraw from the com- munion of the parish- assemblies, and engage with some society of the faith- ful, that should keep close unto the written Word of God, as the rule of their worship. And after many distresses of mind concerning it, he took up a very deliberate and understanding resolution, of doing so; which resolution he cheerfully prosecuted, although the provoked rage of his friends tried all the ways imaginable to reclaim him from it, unto all whom his answer was:

Were I like to endanger my life, or consume my estate by any ungodly courses, your counsels to me were very seasonable; but you know that I have been diligent and provident in my calling, and not only desirous to augment what I have, but also to enjoy it in your com pany; to part from which will be as great a cross as can befall me. Nevertheless, to keep a good conscience, and walk in such a way as God has prescribed in His Word; is a thing which I must prefer before you all, and above life itself. Wherefore, since ’tis for a good cause that I am like to suffer the disasters which you lay before me, you have no cause to be either angry with me, or sorry for me; yea, I am not only willing to part with every thing that is dear to me in this world for this cause, but I am also thankful that God has given me an heart so to do, and will accept me so to suffer for Him.

Some lamented him, some derided him, all dissuaded him: nevertheless, the more they did it, the more "xed he was in his purpose to seek the ordi- nances of the Gospel, where they should be dispensed with most of the com- manded purity; and the sudden deaths of the chief relations which thus lay at him,6 quickly after convinced him what a folly it had been to have quitted his profession, in expectation of any satisfaction from them. So to Holland he attempted a removal.

Having with a great com pany of Christians hired a ship to transport them for Holland, the master per"diously betrayed them into the hands of those persecutors, who rided and ransacked their goods, and clapped their persons into prison at Boston,7 where they lay for a month together. But Mr. Bradford being a young man of about eigh teen, was dismissed sooner than the rest, so

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8. Wife. 9. Puritans did not observe Christmas as a holi-

day. “Abroad”: publicly. 1. Luke 4.4.

that within a while he had opportunity with some others to get over to Zee- land, through perils, both by land and sea not inconsiderable; where he was not long ashore ere a viper seized on his hand— that is, an of"cer— who car- ried him unto the magistrates, unto whom an envious passenger had accused him as having ded out of Eng land. When the magistrates understood the true cause of his coming thither, they were well satis"ed with him; and so he repaired joyfully unto his brethren at Amsterdam, where the dif"culties to which he afterwards stooped in learning and serving of a Frenchman at the working of silks, were abundantly compensated by the delight wherewith he sat under the shadow of our Lord, in His purely dispensed ordinances. At the end of two years, he did, being of age to do it, convert his estate in Eng land into money; but setting up for himself, he found some of his designs by the Providence of God frowned upon, which he judged a correction bestowed by God upon him for certain decays of internal piety, whereinto he had fallen; the consumption of his estate he thought came to prevent a con- sumption in his virtue. But after he had resided in Holland about half a score years, he was one of those who bore a part in that hazardous and generous enterprise of removing into New Eng land, with part of the En glish church at Leyden, where, at their "rst landing, his dearest consort8 accidently falling overboard, was drowned in the harbor; and the rest of his days were spent in the ser vices, and the temptations, of that American wilderness.

Here was Mr. Bradford, in the year 1621, unanimously chosen the governor of the plantation; the dif"culties whereof were such, that if he had not been a person of more than ordinary piety, wisdom and courage, he must have sunk under them. He had, with a laudable industry, been laying up a trea sure of experiences, and he had now occasion to use it; indeed, nothing but an expe- rienced man could have been suitable to the necessities of the people. The potent nations of the Indians, into whose country they were come, would have cut them off, if the blessing of God upon his conduct had not quelled them; and if his prudence, justice and moderation had not overruled them, they had been ruined by their own distempers. One specimen of his demeanor is to this day particularly spoken of. A com pany of young fellows that were newly arrived were very unwilling to comply with the governor’s order for working abroad on the public account; and therefore on Christmas Day, when he had called upon them, they excused themselves, with a pretense that it was against their con- science to work such a day.9 The governor gave them no answer, only that he would spare them till they were better informed; but by and by he found them all at play in the street, sporting themselves with vari ous diversions; where- upon commanding the instruments of their games to be taken from them, he effectually gave them to understand that it was against his conscience that they should play whilst others were at work, and that if they had any devotion to the day, they should show it at home in the exercises of religion, and not in the streets with pastime and frolics; and this gentle reproof put a "nal stop to all such disorders for the future.

For two years together after the beginning of the colony, whereof he was now governor, the poor people had a great experiment of “man’s not living by bread alone”;1 for when they were left all together without one morsel of

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2. Greek phi los o pher (427?–347 b.c.e.). Much of Plato’s Republic concerns his ideals of commu- nity and government. “Propriety”: i.e., property. “Common stock”: property held in common. 3. En glish investors. 4. In Eu rope, states were declared as either Protestant or Catholic. In France, the Edict of

Nantes (1598) provided liberty of conscience for all without denying the authority of the Crown. 5. Robert Browne (c. 1550–1633) was a Separat- ist clergyman and identi"ed with Congregational- ism, a system whereby each church is in de pen dent of any national Church.

bread for many months, one after another, still the good Providence of God relieved them, and supplied them, and this for the most part out of the sea. In this low condition of affairs, there was no little exercise for the prudence and patience of the governor, who cheerfully bore his part in all; and, that industry might not dag, he quickly set himself to settle propriety among the new planters, foreseeing that while the whole country labored upon a com- mon stock, the husbandry and business of the plantation could not dourish, as Plato2 and others long since dreamed that it would if a community were established. Certainly, if the spirit which dwelt in the old Puritans, had not inspired these new planters, they had sunk under the burden of these dif- "culties; but our Bradford had a double portion of that spirit.

The plantation was quickly thrown into a storm that almost overwhelmed it, by the unhappy actions of a minister sent over from Eng land by the adven- turers3 concerned for the plantation; but by the blessing of Heaven on the conduct of the governor, they weathered out that storm. Only the adventurers, hereupon breaking to pieces, threw up all their concernments with the infant colony; whereof they gave this as one reason, that the planters dissembled with his Majesty and their friends in their petition, wherein they declared for a church discipline, agreeing with the French and others of the reforming churches in Eu rope.4 Whereas ’twas now urged, that they had admitted into their communion a person who at his admission utterly renounced the churches of Eng land, (which person, by the way, was that very man who had made the complaints against them) and therefore, though they denied the name of Brownists,5 yet they were the thing. In answer hereunto, the very words written by the governor were these:

Whereas you tax us with dissembling about the French discipline, you do us wrong, for we both hold and practice the discipline of the French and other Reformed Churches (as they have published the same in the Harmony of Confessions) according to our means, in effect and sub- stance. But whereas you would tie us up to the French discipline in every circumstance, you derogate from the liberty we have in Christ Jesus. The Apostle Paul would have none to follow him in any thing, but wherein he follows Christ; much less ought any Christian or church in the world to do it. The French may err, we may err, and other churches may err, and doubtless do in many circumstances. That honor therefore belongs only to the infallible Word of God, and pure Testament of Christ, to be pro- pounded and followed as the only rule and pattern for direction herein to all churches and Christians. And it is too great arrogancy for any man or church to think that he or they have so sounded the Word of God unto the bottom, as precisely to set down the church’s discipline without error in substance or circumstance, that no other without blame may digress or differ in any thing from the same. And it is not dif"cult to show that the reformed churches differ in many circumstances among themselves.

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6. By the time the movement for reform had come to an end, the movement for separating ended in dissension and mutual recrimination, with par tic u lar churches arguing they were more pure than the others. Two En glish Puritans even baptized themselves on the grounds that there were no churches pure enough to baptize them. 7. Thomas Prince (1600–1673). For Edward

Winslow, see the “First Encounters” cluster. 8. The Hebrew lawgiver and prophet who led the Israelites out of Egypt into Canaan. 9.  I.e., those who are not indentured servants and are able to work for themselves. 1. Unlike the Puritans, Anabaptists opposed the baptism of children and advocated separation of Church and state.

By which words it appears how far he was free from that rigid spirit of separation, which broke to pieces the Separatists themselves in the Low Countries, unto the great scandal of the reforming churches.6 He was indeed a person of a well- tempered spirit, or else it had been scarce pos si ble for him to have kept the affairs of Plymouth in so good a temper for thirty- seven years together; in every one of which he was chosen their governor, except the three years wherein Mr. Winslow, and the two years wherein Mr. Prince,7 at the choice of the people, took a turn with him.

The leader of a people in a wilderness had need be a Moses;8 and if a Moses had not led the people of Plymouth Colony, where this worthy person was the governor, the people had never with so much una nim i ty and importunity still called him to lead them. Among many instances thereof, let this one piece of self- denial be told for a memorial of him, wheresoever this history shall be considered: the patent of the colony was taken in his name, running in these terms: “To William Bradford, his heirs, associates, and assigns,” but when the number of the freemen9 was much increased, and many new town- ships erected, the General Court there desired of Mr. Bradford that he would make a surrender of the same into their hands, which he willingly and pres- ently assented unto, and con"rmed it according to their desire by his hand and seal, reserving no more for himself than was his proportion, with others, by agreement. But as he found the Providence of Heaven many ways recompensing his many acts of self- denial, so he gave this testimony to the faithfulness of the Divine Promises: that he had forsaken friends, houses and lands for the sake of the Gospel, and the Lord gave them him again. Here he prospered in his estate; and besides a worthy son which he had by a former wife, he had also two sons and a daughter by another, whom he married in this land.

He was a person for study as well as action; and hence, notwithstanding the dif"culties through which he passed in his youth, he attained unto a notable skill in languages: the Dutch tongue was become almost as vernacular to him as the En glish; the French tongue he could also manage; the Latin and the Greek he had mastered; but the Hebrew he most of all studied, because he said he would see with his own eyes the ancient oracles of God in their native beauty. He was also well skilled in history, in antiquity, and in philosophy; and for theology he became so versed in it, that he was an irrefragable disputant against the errors, especially those of Anabaptism,1 which with trou ble he saw rising in his colony; wherefore he wrote some signi"cant things for the confu- tation of those errors. But the crown of all was his holy, prayerful, watchful, and fruitful walk with God, wherein he was very exemplary.

At length he fell into an indispositon of body, which rendered him unhealthy for a whole winter; and as the spring advanced, his health yet more declined; yet he felt himself not what he counted sick, till one day, in the night after which, the God of Heaven so "lled his mind with ineffable

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2. In 2 Corinthians 12.2–4, the Apostle Paul describes a man (himself) who experienced a moment in which he “was caught up into para- dise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter.” 3. Oh, that such an end of life might come to me (Latin). 4. Shepherd and provider of the human dock (Greek). 1. The American Nehemiah (Latin). As gover- nor of Judea, the biblical Nehemiah rebuilt the walls of Jerusalem (Nehemiah 1.3).

2. Epistulae ad Familiares 12.25.5, by the Roman orator Cicero (106–43 b.c.e.): what ever winds may blow, this art of ours can never be lost (Latin). 3. Spartan reformer (ninth century b.c.e.), who reshaped the constitution of Greece and made the nation an ef"cient military state. 4. Numa Pompilius (715–673 b.c.e.), second legendary king of Rome. 5. Greek biographer (c. 46–120 c.e.), best known for his lives of notable Greeks and Romans.

consolations, that he seemed little short of Paul, rapt up unto the unutter- able entertainments of Paradise.2 The next morning he told his friends that the good spirit of God had given him a pledge of his happiness in another world, and the "rst fruits of his eternal glory; and on the day following he died, May 9, 1657, in the 69th year of his age— lamented by all the colonies of New Eng land as a common blessing and father to them all.

O mihi si Similis Contingat Clausula Vitae!3 Plato’s brief description of a governor, is all that I will now leave as his

character, in an

epitaph. NομεBς Tροψbς dγAλης dνθρωπAνης4

Men are but docks: Bradford beheld their need, And long did them at once both rule and feed.

1702

Nehemias Americanus:1 The Life of John Winthrop, Esq., Governor of the Mas sa chu setts Colony

Quicunque Venti erunt, Ars nostra certe non aberit. — Cicero2

Let Greece boast of her patient Lycurgus,3 the lawgiver, by whom diligence, temperance, fortitude, and wit were made the fashions of a therefore long- lasting and renowned commonwealth: let Rome tell of her devout Numa,4 the lawgiver, by whom the most famous commonwealth saw peace triumph- ing over extinguished war and cruel plunders; and murders giving place to the more mollifying exercises of his religion. Our New Eng land shall tell and boast of her Winthrop, a lawgiver as patient as Lycurgus, but not admit- ting any of his criminal disorders; as devout as Numa, but not liable to any of his heathenish madnesses; a governor in whom the excellencies of Chris- tian ity made a most improving addition unto the virtues, wherein even with- out those he would have made a parallel for the great men of Greece, or of Rome, which the pen of a Plutarch5 has eternized.

A stock of heroes by right should afford nothing but what is heroical; and nothing but an extreme degeneracy would make anything less to be expected from a stock of Winthrops. Mr. Adam Winthrop, the son of a worthy

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6. I.e., notable for. Mather refers here to Win- throp’s grand father (1498–1562), father (1548– 1623), and uncle William (1529–1582). 7. John Philpot (1516–1555), a Puritan martyr burned at the stake, is included in John Foxe’s Book of Martyrs (1563). Henry VIII (1491–1547) founded the Church of Eng land and was despised by Puritans. Mary Tudor (1516–1558), who rees- tablished Roman Catholicism in Eng land in 1555, was also hated by Puritans. 8. Should read January 12, 1588. 9. I.e., he would have preferred to study for the ministry and read John Calvin’s Institutes (1536) rather than prepare for the law by reading Lord Chief Justice Edward Coke’s Institutes of En glish Law (1628–44).

1. Worship of false gods (Latin). “Prosopolatria”: face worship (Latin, literal trans.); i.e., hero wor- ship. 2. I.e., in the parlance of En glish law, hearing (“oyer”) all the evidence came before judging (“terminer”). “Seven arts”: a classical education consisted of the trivium (grammar, rhe toric, and logic) and the quadrivium (arithmetic, music, geometry, and astronomy). 3. Daniel was saved from the Babylonian lions by his faith (Daniel 6.23). King Solomon’s throne had carved lions on both sides (1 Kings 10.19– 20). 4. Moses was the Hebrew lawgiver and prophet who led the Israelities out of Egypt into Canaan.

gentleman wearing the same name, was himself a worthy, a discreet, and a learned gentleman, particularly eminent for skill in the law, nor without remark for6 love to the gospel, under the reign of King Henry VIII, and brother to a memorable favorer of the Reformed religion in the days of Queen Mary, into whose hands the famous martyr Philpot committed his papers, which afterwards made no inconsiderable part of our martyr- books.7 This Mr. Adam Winthrop had a son of the same name also, and of the same endowments and employments with his father; and this third Adam Winthrop was the father of that renowned John Winthrop, who was the father of New Eng land, and the founder of a colony, which, upon many accounts, like him that founded it, may challenge the "rst place among the En glish glories of Amer i ca. Our John Winthrop, thus born at the mansion- house of his ancestors, at Groton in Suf- folk, on June  12, 1587,8 enjoyed afterwards an agreeable education. But though he would rather have devoted himself unto the study of Mr.  John Calvin, than of Sir Edward Cook;9 nevertheless, the accomplishments of a lawyer were those wherewith heaven made his chief opportunities to be ser viceable.

Being made, at the unusually early age of eigh teen, a justice of peace, his virtues began to fall under a more general observation; and he not only so bound himself to the be hav ior of a Christian, as to become exemplary for a conformity to the laws of Chris tian ity in his own conversation, but also dis- covered a more than ordinary mea sure of those qualities which adorn an of"cer of humane society. His justice was impartial, and used the balance to weigh not the cash, but the case of those who were before him: prosopo- latria he reckoned as bad as idolatria.1 His wisdom did exquisitely temper things according to the art of governing, which is a business of more con- trivance than the seven arts of the schools; oyer still went before terminer in all his administrations.2 His courage made him dare to do right, and "tted him to stand among the lions that have sometimes been the supporters of the throne.3 All which virtues he rendered the more illustrious, by embla- zoning them with the constant liberality and hospitality of a gentleman. This made him the terror of the wicked, and the delight of the sober, the envy of the many, but the hope of those who had any hopeful design in hand for the common good of the nation and the interests of religion.

Accordingly, when the noble design of carry ing a colony of chosen people into an American wilderness was by some eminent persons undertaken, this eminent person was, by the consent of all, chosen for the Moses,4 who must

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5. I.e., En glish pounds. 6. Approximately the same number of years that Winthrop lived in Mas sa chu setts: 18.6. In astronomy, a “node” is either of two diametrically opposite points at which the orbit (or revolution) of a planet intersects the ecliptic. 7. “For if a man know not how to rule his own house, how shall he take care of the church of God?” (1 Timothy 3.5). 8.  I.e., although he did not take the sermon

down in shorthand. “Lectures”: days on which less formal sermons were delivered. 9. Concern, care. 1. In chapter  23 of the fourth book of New En glish Canaan (1637), by Thomas Morton (see his headnote, above). 2. George Cleaves settled in Maine in 1630 and returned to Eng land in 1636. Archbishop Wil- liam Laud (1573–1645) was an enemy of the Puritans.

be the leader of so great an undertaking: and indeed nothing but a Mosaic spirit could have carried him through the temptations, to which either his farewell to his own land, or his travel in a strange land, must needs expose a gentleman of his education. Wherefore, having sold a fair estate of six or seven hundred5 a year, he transported himself with the effects of it into New Eng land in the year 1630, where he spent it upon the ser vice of a famous plantation, founded and formed for the seat of the most reformed Chris tian- ity: and continued there, condicting with temptations of all sorts, as many years as the nodes of the moon take to dispatch a revolution.6 Those per- sons were never concerned in a new plantation, who know not that the unavoidable dif"culties of such a thing will call for all the prudence and patience of a mortal man to encounter therewithal; and they must be very insensible of the induence, which the just wrath of heaven has permitted the dev ils to have upon this world, if they do not think that the dif"culties of a new plantation, devoted unto the evangelical worship of our Lord Jesus Christ, must be yet more than ordinary. How prudently, how patiently, and with how much resignation to our Lord Jesus Christ, our brave Winthrop waded through these dif"culties, let posterity consider with admiration. And know, that as the picture of this their governor was, after his death, hung up with honor in the State House of his country, so the wisdom, courage, and holy zeal of his life, were an example well worthy to be copied by all that shall succeed him in government.

Were he now to be considered only as a Christian, we might therein pro- pose him as greatly imitable. He was a very religious man; and as he strictly kept his heart, so he kept his house, under the laws of piety;7 there he was every day constant in holy duties, both morning and eve ning, and on the Lord’s days, and lectures, though he wrote not after the preacher,8 yet such was his attention, and such his retention in hearing, that he repeated unto his family the sermons which he had heard in the congregation. But it is chiedy as a governor that he is now to be considered. Being the governor over the considerablest part of New Eng land, he maintained the "gure and honor of his place with the spirit of a true gentleman; but yet with such oblig- ing condescension9 to the circumstances of the colony, that when a certain troublesome and malicious calumniator, well known in those times, printed his libelous nicknames upon the chief persons here, the worst nickname he could "nd for the governor was John Temperwell;1 and when the calumnies of that ill man caused the Archbishop to summon one Mr. Cleaves before the King, in hopes to get some accusation from him against the country,2 Mr. Cleaves gave such an account of the governor’s laudable carriage in all re spects, and the serious devotion wherewith prayers were both publicly and privately made for his Majesty, that the King expressed himself most highly

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3. By slow degrees (Latin). 4. I.e., without imputing any ill will on the part of another. 5. Both the governor of Samaria, Sanballat, and a Persian of"cer, Tobijah, opposed the rebuild- ing of the walls of Jerusalem (Nehemiah 2.10, 4.7).

6. From the Loci Communes, by the Protestant reformer Martin Luther (1483–1546): a man in authority is a target at which Satan and the world launch all their darts (Latin). 7. “But what went ye out for to see? A man clothed in soft raiment? behold, they that wear soft cloth- ing are in kings’ houses” (Matthew 11.8).

pleased therewithal, only sorry that so worthy a person should be no better accommodated than with the hardships of Amer i ca. He was, indeed, a gov- ernor, who had most exactly studied that book which, pretending to teach politics, did only contain three leaves, and but one word in each of those leaves, which word was, Moderation. Hence, though he were a zealous enemy to all vice, yet his practice was according to his judgment thus expressed: “In the infancy of plantations, justice should be administered with more lenity than in a settled state; because people are more apt then to trans- gress; partly out of ignorance of new laws and orders, partly out of oppres- sion of business, and other straits. [Lento Gradu]3 was the old rule; and if the strings of a new instrument be wound up unto their height, they will quickly crack.” But when some leading and learned men took offense at his conduct in this matter, and upon a conference gave it in as their opinion, “That a stricter discipline was to be used in the beginning of a plantation, than after its being with more age established and con"rmed,” the governor being readier to see his own errors than other men’s, professed his purpose to endeavor their satisfaction with less of lenity in his administrations. At that conference there were drawn up several other articles to be observed between the governor and the rest of the magistrates, which were of this import: That the magistrates, as far as might be, should aforehand ripen their consultations, to produce that una nim i ty in their public votes, which might make them liker to the voice of God; that if differences fell out among them in their public meetings, they should speak only to the case, without any redection,4 with all due modesty, and but by way of question; or desire the deferring of the cause to further time; and after sentence to imitate privately no dislike; that they should be more familiar, friendly and open unto each other, and more frequent in their visitations, and not any way expose each other’s in"rmities, but seek the honor of each other, and all the court; that one magistrate shall not cross the proceedings of another, without "rst advis- ing with him; and that they should in all their appearances abroad, be so circumstanced as to prevent all contempt of authority; and that they should support and strengthen all under- of"cers. All of which articles were observed by no man more than by the governor himself.

But whilst he thus did, as our New En glish Nehemiah, the part of a ruler in managing the public affairs of our American Jerusalem, when there were Tobijahs and Sanballats enough to vex him,5 and give him the experiment of Luther’s observation, Omnis qui regit est tanquam signum, in quod omnia jacula, Satan et Mundus dirigunt;6 he made himself still an exacter parallel unto that governor of Israel, by doing the part of a neighbor among the dis- tressed people of the new plantation. To teach them the frugality necessary for those times, he abridged himself of a thousand comfortable things, which he had allowed himself elsewhere: his habit was not that soft raiment, which would have been disagreeable to a wilderness;7 his table was not covered with

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8. Job 29.13. 9. Francis Higginson (1587–1630) died after only a year’s residence in Salem. His “aged son” John (1616–1708) wrote an “Attestation” pre"xed to the Magnalia. 1. “Yea, they spake against God; they said, Can God furnish a table in the wilderness?” (Psalm 78.19). 2. “And the famine was over all the face of the earth: And Joseph opened all the store houses, and sold unto the Egyptians; and the famine waxed sore in the land of Egypt” (Genesis 41.56). 3. “Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt "nd it after many days” (Ecclesiastes 11.1).

4. Old Style. The pres ent (Gregorian), calendar, designating January 1 as the "rst day of the year, was adopted in Eng land in 1752. Earlier, March 25 had served as the "rst day of the cal- endar year. 5. Then the governing body of Mas sa chu setts. “I have shewed you all things, how that so labour- ing ye ought to support the weak, and to remem- ber the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive” (Acts 20.35). 6. Several. 7. I.e., were needy.

the superduities that would have invited unto sensualities: water was com- monly his own drink, though he gave wine to others. But at the same time his liberality unto the needy was even beyond mea sure generous; and therein he was continually causing “the blessing of him that was ready to perish to come upon him, and the heart of the widow and the orphan to sing for joy,”8 but none more than those of deceased ministers, whom he always treated with a very singular compassion; among the instances whereof we still enjoy with us the worthy and now aged son of that Reverend Higginson, whose death left his family in a wide world soon after his arrival here, publicly acknowledging the charitable Winthrop for his foster- father.9 It was often- times no small trial unto his faith, to think how a table for the people should be furnished when they "rst came into the wilderness!1 and for very many of the people his own good works were needful, and accordingly employed for the answering of his faith. Indeed, for a while the governor was the Joseph, unto whom the whole body of the people repaired when their corn failed them,2 and he continued relieving of them with his open- handed boun- ties, as long as he had any stock to do it with; and a lively faith to see the return of the “bread after many days,”3 and not starve in the days that were to pass till that return should be seen, carried him cheerfully through those expenses.

Once it was observable that, on February 5, 1630,4 when he was distrib- uting the last handful of the meal in the barrel unto a poor man distressed by the “wolf at the door,” at that instant they spied a ship arrived at the har- bor’s mouth, laden with provisions for them all. Yea, the governor some- times made his own private purse to be the public: not by sucking into it, but by squeezing out of it; for when the public trea sure had nothing in it, he did himself defray the charges of the public. And having learned that lesson of our Lord, “that it is better to give than to receive,” he did, at the General Court,5 when he was a third time chosen governor, make a speech unto this purpose: That he had received gratuities from divers6 towns, which he accepted with much comfort and content; and he had likewise received civil- ities from par tic u lar persons, which he could not refuse without incivility in himself: nevertheless, he took them with a trembling heart, in regard of God’s word, and the conscience of his own in"rmities; and therefore he desired them that they would not hereafter take it ill if he refused such pres- ents for the time to come. ’Twas his custom also to send some of his family upon errands unto the houses of the poor, about their mealtime, on purpose to spy whether they wanted;7 and if it were found that they wanted, he would make that the opportunity of sending supplies unto them. And there was

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8.  I.e., I’ll hassle, persecute or trou ble, or even thrash him. 9. Meagerly. 1. From The Republic, by the Greek phi los o pher Plato (427?–347 b.c.e.). 2. “Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! for so did their fathers to the false prophets”

(Luke 6.26). 3. “Again, I consider all travail, and every right work, that for this a man is envied of his neigh- bour. This is also vanity and vexation of spirit” (Ecclesiastes 4.4). 4. “Wrath is cruel, and anger is outrageous; but who is able to stand before envy?” (Proverbs 27.4).

one passage of his charity that was perhaps a little unusual: in an hard and long winter, when wood was very scarce at Boston, a man gave him a pri- vate information that a needy person in the neighborhood stole wood some- times from his pile; whereupon the governor in a seeming anger did reply, “Does he so? I’ll take a course with him;8 go, call that man to me; I’ll war- rant you I’ll cure him of stealing.” When the man came, the governor con- sidering that if he had stolen, it was more out of necessity than disposition, said unto him, “Friend, it is a severe winter, and I doubt you are but meanly9 provided for wood; wherefore I would have you supply yourself at my wood- pile till this cold season be over.” And he then merrily asked his friends whether he had not effectually cured this man of stealing his wood.

One would have imagined that so good a man could have had no enemies, if we had not had a daily and woeful experience to convince us that good- ness itself will make enemies. It is a wonderful speech of Plato (in one of his books, De Republica), “For the trial of true virtue, ’tis necessary that a good man μηδAν αδικp, δοξαν εχει την μεγιστην dδικιας: Though he do no unjust thing, should suffer the infamy of the greatest injustice.”1 The gover- nor had by his unspotted integrity procured himself a great reputation among the people; and then the crime of popularity was laid unto his charge by such, who were willing to deliver him from the danger of having all men speak well of him.2 Yea, there were persons eminent both for "gure and for number, unto whom it was almost essential to dislike every thing that came from him; and yet he always maintained an amicable correspondence with them; as believing that they acted according to their judgment and con- science, or that their eyes were held by some temptation in the worst of all their oppositions. Indeed, his right works were so many, that they exposed him unto the envy of his neighbors,3 and of such power was that envy, that sometimes he could not stand before it; but it was by not standing that he most effectually withstood it all.4 Great attempts were sometimes made among the freemen to get him left out from his place in the government upon little pretenses, lest by the too frequent choice of one man, the gov- ernment should cease to be by choice; and with a par tic u lar aim at him, sermons were preached at the anniversary Court of Election, to dissuade the freemen from choosing one man twice together. This was the reward of his extraordinary ser viceableness! But when these attempts did succeed, as they sometimes did, his profound humility appeared in that equality of mind, wherewith he applied himself cheerfully to serve the country in what- ever station their votes had allotted for him. And one year when the votes came to be numbered, there were found six less for Mr. Winthrop than for another gentleman who then stood in competition: but several other persons regularly tendering their votes before the election was published, were, upon a very frivolous objection, refused by some of the magistrates that were afraid lest the election should at last fall upon Mr. Winthrop: which,

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5. In 1478, an impor tant member of the Medici family was assassinated by one of the Piazzis, and all Italy became involved in the war that fol- lowed. “Forwardness”: brashness. “Paroxisms”: paroxysms; "ts of rage. 6. He is prudent who is patient (Latin), a maxim attributed to Sir Edward Coke. 7. “A sound heart is the life of the desh: but envy the rottenness of the bones” (Proverbs 14.30). 8. William of Saint Amour (d. 1272), bishop of Paris and a satirist.

9. Patience. 1. Despised. Theodosius Flavius I (346–395 c.e.) was a Christian Roman emperor. 2. Thomas Dudley (1576–1653), who several times served as governor of the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony. 3. Humility. 4. Sir Henry Vane returned to Eng land in 1637; he was sympathetic toward the views expressed by the followers of Anne Hutchinson.

though it was well perceived, yet such was the self- denial of this patriot, that he would not permit any notice to be taken of the injury. But these trials were nothing in comparison of those harsher and harder treats which he some- times had from the forwardness of not a few in the days of their paroxisms; and from the faction of some against him, not much unlike that of the Piazzi in Florence against the family of the Medicis:5 all of which he at last con- quered by conforming to the famous Judge’s motto, Prudens qui Patiens.6 The oracles of God have said, “Envy is rottenness to the bones;”7 and Gulielmus Parisiensis8 applies it unto rulers, who are as it were the bones of the socie ties which they belong unto: “Envy,” says he, “is often found among them, and it is rottenness unto them.” Our Winthrop encountered this envy from others, but conquered it, by being free from it himself.

Were it not for the sake of introducing the exemplary skill of this wise man, at giving soft answers, one would not choose to relate those instances of wrath which he had sometimes to encounter with; but he was for his gen- tleness, his forbearance, and longanimity,9 a pattern so worthy to be writ- ten after, that something must here be written of it. He seemed indeed never to speak any other language than that of Theodosius: “If any man speak evil of the governor, if it be through lightness, ’tis to be contemned;1 if it be through madness, ’tis to be pitied; if it be through injury, ’tis to be remit- ted.” Behold, reader, the “meekness of wisdom” notably exempli"ed! There was a time when he received a very sharp letter from a gentleman who was a member of the Court,2 but he delivered back the letter unto the messen- gers that brought it, with such a Christian speech as this: “I am not willing to keep such a matter of provocation by me!” Afterwards the same gentle- man was compelled by scarcity of provisions to send unto him that he would sell him some of his cattle; whereupon the governor prayed him to accept what he had sent for as a token of his good will; but the gentleman returned him this answer: “Sir, your overcoming of yourself hath overcome me:” and afterwards gave demonstration of it.

The French have a saying that “Un honesté homme, est un homme mesle!”— a good man is a mixed man; and there hardly ever was a more sen- sible mixture of those two things, resolution and condescension,3 than in this good man. There was a time when the Court of Election being, for fear of tumult, held at Cambridge, May 17, 1637, the sectarian part of the country, who had the year before gotten a governor more unto their mind,4 had a proj- ect now to have confounded the election, by demanding that the court would consider a petition then tendered before their proceeding thereunto. Mr. Win- throp saw that this was only a trick to throw all into confusion, by putting off the choice of the governor and assistants until the day should be over; and therefore he did, with a strenuous resolution, procure a disappointment unto

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5. Weapons that are a combination spear and battle-ax. 6. Both Antinomianism and Familism (a word derived from an En glish religious sect called the Family of Love) hold the regenerate (i.e., “born- again”) self above ecclesiastical and civil law. 7. Indict. 8. Aeneid 1.59–60, by the Roman poet Virgil (70–19 b.c.e.): “Rack sea and land and sky with

mingled wrath. / In the wild tumult of their stormy path.” 9. Consulted. 1. “But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Ye know that the princes of the Gentiles exercise dominion over them, and they that are great exer- cise authority upon them. But it shall not be so among you: but whosoever will be great among you, let him be your minister.”

that mischievous and ruinous contrivance. Nevertheless, Mr.  Winthrop himself being by the voice of the freemen in this exigency chosen the gov- ernor, and all of the other party left out, that ill- affected party discovered the dirt and mire, which remained with them, after the storm was over; particularly the sergeants, whose of"ce ’twas to attend the governor, laid down their halberds;5 but such was the condescension of this governor, as to take no pres ent notice of this anger and contempt, but only order some of his own servants to take the halberds; and when the country manifested their deep resentments of the affront thus offered him, he prayed them to overlook it. But it was not long before a compensation was made for these things by the doubled re spects which were from all parts paid unto him. Again, there was a time when the suppression of an Antinomian and Familis- tical faction,6 which extremely threatened the ruin of the country, was gen- erally thought much owing unto this renowned man; and therefore when the friends of that faction could not wreak7 their dis plea sure on him with any politic vexations, they set themselves to do it by ecclesiastical ones. Accordingly, when a sentence of banishment was passed on the ringleaders of those disturbances, who

— — Maria et Terras, Cœlumque profundum, Quippe ferant Rapidi, secum vertantque per Auras;8

many at the church of Boston, who were then that way too much inclined, most earnestly solicited the elders of that church, whereof the governor was a member, to call him forth as an offender, for passing of that sentence. The elders were unwilling to do any such thing; but the governor understanding the ferment among the people took that occasion to make a speech in the congregation to this effect:

Brethren: Understanding that some of you have desired that I should answer for an offense lately taken among you; had I been called upon so to do, I would, "rst, have advised9 with the ministers of the country, whether the church had power to call in question the civil court; and I would, secondly, have advised with the rest of the court, whether I might discover their counsels unto the church. But though I know that the reverend Elders of this church, and some others, do very well appre- hend that the church cannot inquire into the proceedings of the court; yet, for the satisfaction of the weaker, who do not apprehend it, I will declare my mind concerning it. If the church have any such power, they have it from the Lord Jesus Christ; but the Lord Jesus Christ hath dis- claimed it, not only by practice, but also by precept, which we have in his gospel, Matt. xx. 25, 26.1 It is true, indeed, that magistrates, as they are church- members, are accountable unto the church for their failings; but that is when they are out of their calling. When Uzziah would go

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2. Asa, the third king of Judea, put the prophet Hanani in prison when he accused Asa of not relying on the Lord (2 Chronicles 16.7–10). Uzziah, king of Judea, was afdicted with leprosy when he tried to burn incense on the altar despite the protests of the priests (2 Chronicles 26.18). 3. Ishmael was the son of Abraham and Hagar,

who was a servant of Abraham’s wife. Abraham sent Hagar and Ishmael into the wilderness at his wife’s insistence (Genesis 16.1–16, 21.9–14). 4. “To silence sunk the thunder of the wave” (Aeneid 1.154). 5. Pushing too hard. 6. Overturned. “Coneys”: rabbits.

offer incense in the temple, the of"cers of the church called him to an account, and withstood him; but when Asa put the prophet in prison,2 the of"cers of the church did not call him to an account for that. If the magistrate shall in a private way wrong any man, the church may call him to an account for it; but if he be in pursuance of a course of justice, though the thing that he does be unjust, yet he is not account- able for it before the church. As for myself, I did nothing in the causes of any of the brethren but by the advice of the Elders of the church. Moreover, in the oath which I have taken there is this clause: “In all cases wherein you are to give your vote, you shall do as in your judgment and conscience you shall see to be just, and for the public good.” And I am satis"ed, it is most for the glory of God, and the public good, that there has been such a sentence passed; yea, those brethren are so divided from the rest of the country in their opinions and practices, that it cannot stand with the public peace for them to continue with us; Abraham saw that Hagar and Ishmael must be sent away.3

By such a speech he marvelously convinced, satis"ed and molli"ed the uneasy brethren of the church; Sic cunctus Pelagi cecidit Fragor4— —. And after a little patient waiting, the differences all so wore away, that the church, merely as a token of re spect unto the governor when he had newly met with some losses in his estate, sent him a pres ent of several hundreds of pounds.

Once more there was a time when some active spirits among the deputies of the colony, by their endeavors not only to make themselves a Court of Judicature, but also to take away the negative by which the magistrates might check their votes, had like by over- driving5 to have run the whole govern- ment into something too demo cratical. And if there was a town in Spain undermined by coneys, another town in Thrace destroyed by moles, a third in Greece ranversed6 by frogs, a fourth in Germany subverted by rats; I must on this occasion add, that there was a country in Amer i ca like to be con- founded by a swine. A certain stray sow being found, was claimed by two several persons with a claim so equally maintained on both sides, that after six or seven years’ hunting the business from one court unto another, it was brought at last into the General Court, where the "nal determination was “that it was impossible to proceed unto any judgment in the case.” However, in the debate of this matter, the negative of the upper- house upon the lower in that court was brought upon the stage; and agitated with so hot a zeal, that a little more, and all had been in the "re. In these agitations, the governor was informed that an offense had been taken by some eminent persons at certain passages in a discourse by him written thereabout; whereupon, with his usual condescendency, when he next came into the General Court, he made a speech of this import:

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7. “He speaks— but ere the word is said, / Each mounting billow droops its head, / And brighten- ing clouds one moment stay / To pioneer return- ing day” (Aeneid 1.142–43). 8. “He that hath knowledge spareth his words: and a man of understanding is of an excellent spirit” (Proverbs 17.27). 9. Julius Caesar (100–44 b.c.e.), Roman general and statesman. “In "ne”: in conclusion. Alexander

the Great (356–323 b.c.e.), king of Macedonia. Hannibal (247–183 b.c.e.), Cartha ginian general. 1. “And if” is an archaic form of if. Cato (234– 149 b.c.e.) was a Roman orator. 2. About twenty- "ve miles south of Boston; these challenges to authority were made against the captain of the town militia, who was appointed by the state authorities. 3. I.e., a delusion in judgment.

in a reconciled state with you all. As for the matter of my writing, I had the concurrence of my brethren; it is a point of judgment which is not at my own disposing. I have examined it over and over again by such light as God has given me, from the rules of religion, reason and cus- tom; and I see no cause to retract anything of it: wherefore I must enjoy my liberty in that, as you do yourselves. But for the manner, this, and all that was blameworthy in it, was wholly my own; and whatsoever I might allege for my own justi"cation therein before men, I wave it, as now setting myself before another Judgment seat. However, what I wrote was upon great provocation, and to vindicate myself and others from great aspersion; yet that was no suf"cient warrant for me to allow any distemper of spirit in myself; and I doubt I have been too prodigal of my brethren’s reputation; I might have maintained my cause without cast- ing any blemish upon others, when I made that my conclusion, “And now let religion and sound reason give judgment in the case;” it looked as if I arrogated too much unto myself, and too little to others. And when I made that profession, “That I would maintain what I wrote before all the world,” though such words might modestly be spoken, yet I perceive an unbeseeming pride of my own heart breathing in them. For these failings, I ask pardon of God and man.

Sic ait, et dicto citius Tumida Æquora placat, Collectasque fugat Nubes, Solemque reducit.7

This acknowledging disposition in the governor made them all acknowl- edge that he was truly “a man of an excellent spirit.”8 In "ne, the victories of an Alexander, an Hannibal, or a Cæsar9 over other men were not so glori- ous as the victories of this great man over himself, which also at last proved victories over other men.

But the stormiest of all the trials that ever befell this gentleman was in the year 1645, when he was, in title, no more than deputy governor of the colony. If the famous Cato were forty- four times called into judgment but as often acquitted; let it not be wondered, and if1 our famous Winthrop were one time so. There happening certain seditious and mutinous practices in the town of Hingham,2 the deputy governor, as legally as prudently, interposed his authority for the checking of them: whereupon there followed such an enchantment3 upon the minds of the deputies in the General Court, that upon a scandalous petition of the delinquents unto them, wherein a pretended invasion made upon the liberties of the people was complained of, the deputy governor was most irregularly called forth unto an ignominious hearing before them in a vast assembly; whereto with a sagacious humilitude he consented, although he showed them how he might have refused it. The result of that hearing was, that notwithstanding the touchy jealousy of the people about

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4. “But ye should say, Why persecute we him, seeing the root of the matter is found in me?” (Job 19.28). 5. End, outcome. 6. Miriam, Moses’ sister, was punished for chal- lenging his choice in a wife: “And the Lord said unto Moses, If her father had but spit in her face, should she not be ashamed seven days? let her be

shut out from the camp seven days, and after that let her be received in again” (Numbers 12.14). 7. Contract, formal agreement. 8. Want, like. 9. From Heauton Timorumenos 3.1.74, by the Roman dramatist Terence (c. 190–159 b.c.e.): “We are all the worse for it” (Latin).

their liberties lay at the bottom of all this prosecution, yet Mr. Winthrop was publicly acquitted, and the offenders were severally "ned and censured. But Mr. Winthrop then resuming the place of deputy governor on the bench, saw cause to speak unto the root of the matter after this manner:4

I shall not now speak anything about the past proceedings of this Court, or the persons therein concerned. Only I bless God that I see an issue5 of this troublesome affair. I am well satis"ed that I was publicly accused, and that I am now publicly acquitted. But though I am justi- "ed before men, yet it may be the Lord hath seen so much amiss in my administrations, as calls me to be humbled; and indeed for me to have been thus charged by men, is itself a matter of humiliation, whereof I desire to make a right use before the Lord. If Miriam’s father spit in her face, she is to be ashamed.6 But give me leave, before you go, to say something that may rectify the opinions of many people, from whence the distempers have risen that have lately prevailed upon the body of this people. The questions that have troubled the country have been about the authority of the magistracy, and the liberty of the people. It is you who have called us unto this of"ce; but being thus called, we have our authority from God; it is the ordinance of God, and it hath the image of God stamped upon it; and the contempt of it has been vindicated by God with terrible examples of his vengeance. I entreat you to consider, that when you choose magistrates, you take them from among your- selves, “men subject unto like passions with yourselves.” If you see our in"rmities, redect on your own, and you will not be so severe censurers of ours. We count him a good servant who breaks not his covenant:7 the covenant between us and you is the oath you have taken of us, which is to this purpose, “that we shall govern you, and judge your causes, according to God’s laws, and our own, according to our best skill.” As for our skill, you must run the hazard of it; and if there be an error, not in the will, but only in skill, it becomes you to bear it. Nor would I have you to mistake in the point of your own liberty. There is a liberty of cor- rupt nature, which is affected both by men and beasts, to do what they list;8 and this liberty is inconsistent with authority, impatient of all restraint; by this liberty, Sumus Omnes Deteriores,9 ’tis the grand enemy of truth and peace, and all the ordinances of God are bent against it. But there is a civil, a moral, a federal liberty, which is the proper end and object of authority; it is a liberty for that only which is just and good; for this liberty you are to stand with the hazard of your very lives; and whatsoever crosses it is not authority, but a distemper thereof. This lib- erty is maintained in a way of subjection to authority; and the authority set over you will in all administrations for your good be quietly submit- ted unto, by all but such as have a disposition to shake off the yoke, and

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1. Ship. 2. By yielding the point (Latin). 3. John Wilson (c. 1591–1667). 4. Better on foot go, than a wicked horse to ride (adage). “Servants on horse back”: a reference to Ecclesiastes 10.7 (“I have seen servants upon horses, and princes walking as servants upon the earth”). The Book of Ecclesiastes was mistakenly attributed to Solomon.

5. If we come into collision, we break (Latin). 6. Ralph Smith (1590–1661), Plymouth’s "rst minister (1629–36), and Roger Williams, who briedy assisted him (see Williams’s headnote, above), were both Separatists. 7. I.e., they reserved the title “Goodman” for those who were regenerate “saints” in full good stand- ing with the church.

lose their true liberty, by their murmuring at the honor and power of authority.

The spell that was upon the eyes of the people being thus dissolved, their distorted and enraged notions of things all vanished; and the people would not afterwards entrust the helm of the weather- beaten bark1 in any other hands but Mr. Winthrop’s until he died.

Indeed, such was the mixture of distant qualities in him, as to make a most admirable temper; and his having a certain greatness of soul, which rendered him grave, generous, courageous, resolved, well- applied, and every way a gentleman in his demeanor, did not hinder him from taking sometimes the old Roman’s way to avoid confusions, namely, Cedendo;2 or from discouraging some things which are agreeable enough to most that wear the name of gen- tlemen. Hereof I will give no instances, but only oppose two passages of his life.

In the year 1632, the governor, with his pastor, Mr. Wilson,3 and some other gentlemen, to settle a good understanding between the two colonies, traveled as far as Plymouth, more than forty miles, through an howling wil- derness, no better accommodated in those early days than the princes that in Solomon’s time saw “servants on horse back,” or than genus and species in the old epigram, “ going on foot.”4 The dif"culty of the walk was abundantly com- pensated by the honorable, "rst reception, and then dismission, which they found from the rulers of Plymouth, and by the good correspondence thus established between the new colonies, who were like the doating bottles wearing this motto: Si Collidimur Frangimur.5 But there were at this time in Plymouth two ministers,6 leavened so far with the humors of the rigid Sepa- ration, that they insisted vehemently upon the unlawfulness of calling any unregenerate man by the name of “Goodman Such- an- One,”7 until by their indiscreet urging of this whimsy, the place began to be disquieted. The wiser people being troubled at these trides, they took the opportunity of Governor Winthrop’s being there, to have the thing publicly propounded in the congre- gation; who in answer thereunto, distinguished between a theological and a moral goodness; adding, that when juries were "rst used in Eng land, it was usual for the crier, after the names of persons "t for that ser vice were called over, to bid them all, “Attend, good men and true;” whence it grew to be a civil custom in the En glish nation, for neighbors living by one another, to call one another “Goodman Such- an- One;” and it was [a] pity now to make a stir about a civil custom, so innocently introduced. And that speech of Mr. Win- throp’s put a lasting stop to the little, idle, whimsical conceits, then begin- ning to grow obstreperous.

Nevertheless, there was one civil custom used in (and in few but) the En glish nation, which this gentleman did endeavor to abolish in this coun- try; and that was, the usage of drinking to one another. For although by

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8. Never urge the reluctant to drink (Greek, Latin). Plutarch (c. 46–120 c.e.) writes about the Spartan king Cleomenes III (r. 235–222 b.c.e.) in his Parallel Lives. 9. I.e., Church fathers. 1. It is a deadly sin to challenge another to a drinking match, and it is impious to accept such challenges (Latin). “Casuists”: sophists; theologi- cal quibblers. 2. From Amores 3.4.17, by the Roman poet Ovid (43 b.c.e.– c. 17 c.e.): “A bias toward the forbidden usage” (Latin). 3. “Many are the afdictions of the righ teous: but

the Lord delivereth him of them all” (Psalm 34.19). 4. He no longer belonged to himself, after the Republic had once made him her chief magis- trate (Latin). 5. Injudicious. 6. Winthrop married Mary Forth (1583–1615) in 1606. They had six children but only one, John (b. 1606), survived his father. “Much Stambridge”: now known as Great Stambridge. 7. Winthrop married Thomasine Clopton (1583–1616) in 1615 and Margaret Tyndal in 1618.

drinking to one another, no more is meant than an act of courtesy, when one going to drink, does invite another to do so too, for the same ends with himself, nevertheless the governor (not altogether unlike to Cleomenes, of whom ’tis reported by Plutarch, dκοντι οDδεις ποτηριον προσϕερε, Nolenti poculum nunquam prœbuit,)8 considered the impertinency and insigni"- cancy of this usage, as to any of those ends that are usually pretended for it; and that indeed it ordinarily served for no ends at all, but only to provoke persons unto unseasonable and perhaps unreasonable drinking, and at last produce that abominable health- drinking, which the Fathers of old9 so severely rebuked in the pagans, and which the Papists themselves do con- demn, when their casuists pronounce it, Peccatum mortale, provocare ad Æquales Calices, et Nefas Respondere.1 Wherefore in his own most hospi- table house he left it off; not out of any silly or stingy fancy, but merely that by his example a greater temperance, with liberty of drinking, might be rec- ommended, and sundry incon ve niences in drinking avoided; and his example accordingly began to be much followed by the sober people in this country, as it now also begins among persons of the highest rank in the En glish nation itself; until an order of court came to be made against that ceremony in drinking, and then, the old wont violently returned, with a Nitimur in Vetitum.2

Many were the afdictions of this righ teous man!3 He lost much of his estate in a ship, and in an house, quickly after his coming to New Eng land, besides the prodigious expense of it in the dif"culties of his "rst coming hither. Afterwards his assiduous application unto the public affairs, (wherein Ipse se non habuit, postquam Republica eum Gubernatorem habere cœpit)4 made him so much to neglect his own private interests, that an unjust5 stew- ard ran him £2,500 in debt before he was aware; for the payment whereof he was forced, many years before his decease, to sell the most of what he had left unto him in the country. Albeit, by the observable blessings of God upon the posterity of this liberal man, his children all of them came to fair estates, and lived in good fashion and credit. Moreover, he successively buried three wives; the "rst of which was the daughter and heiress of Mr. Forth, of Much Stambridge in Essex, by whom he had “wisdom with an inheritance;” and an excellent son.6 The second was the daughter of Mr. William Clopton, of Lon- don, who died with her child, within a very little while. The third was the daughter of the truly worshipful Sir John Tyndal,7 who made it her whole care to please, "rst God, and then her husband; and by whom he had four sons, which survived and honored their father. And unto all these, the addi- tion of the distempers, ever now and then raised in the country, procured

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8. A fourth- century Egyptian believed to have accomplished much while still young. 9. I.e., when he was "fty- six. “ Grand climacteri- cal”; age sixty- three. 1. From Elegies 1.210–11, by the sixth- century Roman poet Maximianus: “I am not what I was in form or face, / In healthful color or in vigorous pace” (Latin). 2. “For I am now ready to be offered, and the time of my departure is at hand” (2 Timothy 4.6).

3. In his anger after the Fall, God tells the devil (in the form of a serpent): “And I will put enmity between thee and the woman, and between thy seed and her seed; it shall bruise thy head, and thou shalt bruise his heel” (Genesis 3.15). 4. “I once judged others, but now trembling stand / Before a dread tribunal, to be judged” (Latin). 5. John Cotton (1584–1652), Mather’s grand- father and namesake.

unto him a very singular share of trou ble; yea, so hard was the mea sure which he found even among pious men, in the temptations of a wilder- ness, that when the thunder and lightning had smitten a windmill whereof he was owner, some had such things in their heads as publicly to reproach this charitablest of men as if the voice of the Almighty had rebuked, I know not what oppression, which they judged him guilty of; which things I would not have mentioned, but that the instances may fortify the expectations of my best readers for such afdictions.

He that had been for his attainments, as they said of the blessed Macarius,8 a παιδαριογερων, (an old man, while a young one,) and that had in his young days met with many of those ill days, whereof he could say, he had “ little plea sure in them;” now found old age in its in"rmities advancing ear- lier upon him, than it came upon his much longer- lived progenitors. While he was yet seven years off of that which we call “the grand climacterical,”9 he felt the approaches of his dissolution; and "nding he could say,

Non Habitus, non ipse Color, non Gressus Euntis, Non Species Eadem, quæ fuit ante, manet.1

He then wrote this account of himself: “Age now comes upon me, and in"r- mities therewithal, which makes me apprehend, that the time of my depar- ture out of this world is not far off.2 However, our times are all in the Lord’s hand, so as we need not trou ble our thoughts how long or short they may be, but how we may be found faithful when we are called for.” But at last when that year came, he took a cold which turned into a fever, whereof he lay sick about a month, and in that sickness, as it hath been observed, that there was allowed unto the serpent the “bruising of the heel;”3 and accordingly at the heel or the close of our lives the old serpent will be nibbling more than ever in our lives before; and when the devil sees that we shall shortly be, “where the wicked cease from troubling,” that wicked one will trou ble us more than ever; so this eminent saint now underwent sharp condicts with the tempter, whose wrath grew great, as the time to exert it grew short; and he was buf- feted with the disconsolate thoughts of black and sore desertions, wherein he could use that sad repre sen ta tion of his own condition:

Nuper eram Judex; Jam Judicor; Ante Tribunal Subsistens paveo; Judicor ipse modo.4

But it was not long before those clouds were dispelled, and he enjoyed in his holy soul the great consolations of God! While he thus lay ripening for heaven, he did out of obedience unto the ordinance of our Lord send for the Elders of the church to pray with him; yea, they and the whole church fasted as well as prayed for him; and in that fast the venerable Cotton5 preached on Psalm 35.13–14: “When they were sick, I humbled myself with fasting; I

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6. King David’s friends and counselors joined Absalom in his revolt against his father (2 Sam- uel). “Physic”: medicine. 7. Separate. 8. The aged patriarch Jacob was the second son of Isaac and Rebekah. He called his sons about him and told them what would befall them “in the last days” of the world (Genesis 49). 9. “For David, after he had served his own gen- eration by the will of God, fell on sleep, and was laid unto his fathers” (Acts 13.36).

1. Christian emperor of Rome (d. 375 c.e.). 2. Jewish historian (37–100? c.e.) and author of Antiquities of the Jews, where the following quo- tation appears (book II, ch. 5). 3. He was by nature a man at once benevolent and just: most zealous for the honor of his coun- trymen and to them he left an imperishable monument— the walls of New Eng land (Latin). This Latin paraphrase of the Greek that pre- cedes it substitutes New Eng land for Jerusalem.

behaved myself as though he had been my friend or brother; I bowed down heavi ly, as one that mourned for his mother.” From whence I "nd him rais- ing that observation, “The sickness of one that is to us as a friend, a brother, a mother, is a just occasion of deep humbling our souls with fasting and prayer;” and making this application:

Upon this occasion we are now to attend this duty for a governor, who has been to us as a friend in his counsel for all things, and help for our bodies by physic, for our estates by law, and of whom there was no fear of his becoming an enemy, like the friends of David:6 a governor who has been unto us as a brother; not usurping authority over the church; often speaking his advice, and often contradicted, even by young men, and some of low degree; yet not replying, but offering satisfaction also when any supposed offenses have arisen; a governor who had been unto us as a mother, parent- like distributing his goods to brethren and neigh- bors at his "rst coming; and gently bearing our in"rmities without tak- ing notice of them.

Such a governor, after he had been more than ten several7 times by the people chosen their governor, was New Eng land now to lose; who having, like Jacob, "rst left his counsel and blessing with his children gathered about his bedside;8 and, like David, “served his generation by the will of God,”9 he “gave up the ghost,” and fell asleep on March 26, 1649. Having like the dying Emperor Valentinian,1 this above all his other victories for his triumphs, his overcoming of himself.

The words of Josephus2 about Nehemiah, the governor of Israel, we will now use upon this governor of New Eng land, as his

epitaph

’Aνηρ ’εγενετο χρηστος την ϕυσιν, και δικαιος. Kαι περι τους ομοεθνεις ϕιλοτιμοτατος MνημεPον αιωνιον αυτω καταλιπων, τα τpν ’Iεροσολυμων τειχη.

vir fuit indole bonus, ac justus: et popularium gloriae amantissimus: quibus eternum reliquit monumentum,

Novanglorum Moenia.3

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1. The leader was a woman (Latin). 2. I.e., having been con"ned to bed after the birth of a child. 3. I.e., one of his children. 4. About seven hundred feet. 5. I.e., to heaven. From Ecclesiastes 12.5:

“ Because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets.” 6. Proverbs 12.10: “A righ teous man regardeth the life of his beast: but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.”

A Notable Exploit: Dux Fœmina Facti1

On March 15, 1697, the savages made a descent upon the skirts of Haver- hill, murdering and captivating about thirty- nine persons, and burning about half a dozen houses. In this broil, one Hannah Dustan, having lain in2 about a week, attended with her nurse, Mary Neff, a body of terrible Indians drew near unto the house where she lay, with designs to carry on their bloody dev- astations. Her husband hastened from his employments abroad unto the relief of his distressed family; and "rst bidding seven of his eight children (which were from two to seventeen years of age) to get away as fast as they could unto some garrison in the town, he went in to inform his wife of the horrible distress come upon them. Ere she could get up, the "erce Indians were got so near, that, utterly despairing to do her any ser vice, he ran out after his children; resolving that on the horse which he had with him, he would ride away with that3 which he should in this extremity "nd his affections to pitch most upon, and leave the rest unto the care of the Divine Providence. He overtook his children, about forty rod4 from his door; but then such was the agony of his parental affections, that he found it impossible for him to distin- guish any one of them from the rest; wherefore he took up a courageous reso- lution to live and die with them all. A party of Indians came up with him; and now, though they "red at him, and he "red at them, yet he manfully kept at the rear of his little army of unarmed children, while they marched off with the pace of a child of "ve years old; until, by the singular providence of God, he arrived safe with them all unto a place of safety about a mile or two from his house. But his house must in the mean time have more dismal tragedies acted at it. The nurse, trying to escape with the newborn infant, fell into the hands of the formidable savages; and those furious tawnies coming into the house, bid poor Dustan to rise immediately. Full of astonishment, she did so; and sitting down in the chimney with an heart full of most fearful expecta- tion, she saw the raging dragons ride all that they could carry away, and set the house on "re. About nineteen or twenty Indians now led these away, with about half a score other En glish captives; but ere they had gone many steps, they dashed out the brains of the infant against a tree; and several of the other captives, as they began to tire in the sad journey, were soon sent unto their long home;5 the savages would presently bury their hatchets in their brains, and leave their carcasses on the ground for birds and beasts to feed upon. However, Dustan (with her nurse) notwithstanding her pres ent condition, traveled that night about a dozen miles, and then kept up with their new mas- ters in a long travel of an hundred and "fty miles, more or less, within a few days ensuing, without any sensible damage in their health, from the hardships of their travel, their lodging, their diet, and their many other dif"culties.

These two poor women were now in the hands of those whose “tender mer- cies are cruelties;”6 but the good God, who hath all “hearts in his own

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7. Proverbs 21.1: “The king’s heart is in the hand of the Lord.” 8. Hannah, sorrowful because she could not have children, “pour[ed] out [her] soul before the Lord,” who thereafter allowed her to give birth to Samuel (1 Samuel 1.15). 9. A site on the Merrimack River in central New

Hampshire, north of Concord. 1. Jael’s brutal murder of the warrior Sisera is recounted in Judges 4–5. 2. Based on Judges 5.27, which describes Sisera’s death after Jael drives a tent stake through his head while he sleeps.

hands,”7 heard the sighs of these prisoners, and gave them to "nd unexpected favor from the master who hath laid claim unto them. That Indian family consisted of twelve persons; two stout men, three women, and seven children; and for the shame of many an En glish family, that has the character of prayerless upon it, I must now publish what these poor women assure me. ’Tis this: in obedience to the instructions which the French have given them, they would have prayers in their family no less than thrice every day; in the morning, at noon, and in the eve ning; nor would they ordinarily let their children eat or sleep, without "rst saying their prayers. Indeed, these idola- ters were, like the rest of their whiter brethren, persecutors, and would not endure that these poor women should retire to their En glish prayers, if they could hinder them. Nevertheless, the poor women had nothing but fervent prayers to make their lives comfortable or tolerable; and by being daily sent out upon business, they had opportunities, together and asunder to do like another Hannah, in “pouring out their souls before the Lord.”8 Nor did their praying friends among ourselves forbear to “pour out” supplications for them. Now, they could not observe it without some won der, that their Indian mas- ter sometimes when he saw them dejected, would say unto them, “What need you trou ble yourself? If your God will have you delivered, you shall be so!” And it seems our God would have it so to be. This Indian family was now traveling with these two captive women (and an En glish youth taken from Worcester, a year and a half before), unto a rendezvous of savages, which they call a town, some where beyond Penacook,9 and they still told these poor women that when they came to this town, they must be stripped, and scourged, and run the gauntlet through the whole army of Indians. They said this was the fashion when the captives "rst came to a town; and they derided some of the faint- hearted En glish, which, they said, fainted and swooned away under the torments of this discipline. But on April 30, while they were yet, it may be, about an hundred and "fty miles from the Indian town, a little before break of day, when the whole crew was in a dead sleep, (reader, see if it prove not so!) one of these women took up a resolution to imitate the action of Jael upon Sisera,1 and being where she had not her own life secured by any law unto her, she thought she was not forbidden by any law to take away the life of the murderers by whom her child had been butchered. She heartened the nurse and the youth to assist her in this enterprise; and all furnishing themselves with hatchets for the purpose, they struck such home blows upon the heads of their sleeping oppressors, that ere they could any of them strug gle into any effectual re sis tance, “at the feet of these poor prisoners, they bowed, they fell, they lay down; at their feet they bowed, they fell; where they bowed, there they fell down dead.”2 Only one squaw escaped, sorely wounded, from them in the dark; and one boy, whom they reserved asleep, intending to bring him away with them, suddenly waked, and scuttled away from this desolation. But cutting off the

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3. Francis Nicholson (1655–1728), at the time governor of Mary land, had served as lieutenant governor of the Dominion of New Eng land in the previous de cade. A scalp bounty in effect in Mas- sa chu setts had been rescinded before Dustan’s capture, but a petition to the government signed

by her husband, Thomas, secured twenty- "ve pounds for Hannah and the same amount to be split by Neff and the “En glish youth,” Samuel Len- nardson. 1. The text is derived from Bonifacius : An Essay upon the Good (1710).

scalps of the ten wretches, they came off, and received #fty pounds from the General Assembly of the province, as a recompense of their action; besides which, they received many “pres ents of congratulation” from their more pri- vate friends: but none gave them a greater taste of bounty than Col o nel Nicholson the Governor of Mary land, who, hearing of their action, sent them a very generous token of his favor.3

1702

Bonifacius1

From Essays to Do Good

§ 1. Such Glorious Things are Spoken in the Oracles of our Good God, concerning them who Devise Good, that, A Book of Good Devices, may very reasonably demand Attention and Ac cep tance from them that have any Impressions of the most Reasonable Religion upon them. I am Devising Such a Book; but at the same time Offering a Sorrowful Demonstration, That if men would Set themselves to Devise Good, a world of Good might be done, more than there is, in this Pres ent Evil World. It is very sure, The World has Need Enough. There Needs abundance to be done, That the Great GOD and His CHRIST may be more Known and Serv’d in the World; and that the Errors which are Impediments to the Ac know ledg ments wherewith men ought to Glorify their Creator and Redeemer, may be Recti"ed. There needs abun- dance to be done, That the Evil Manners of the World, by which men are drowned in Perdition, may be Reformed; and mankind rescued from the Epi- demical Corruption and Slavery which has overwhelmed it. There needs abundance to be done, That the Miseries of the World may have Remedies and Abatements provided for them; and that miserable people may be Relieved and Comforted. The world has according to the Computation of Some, above Seven hundred millions of people now Living in it. What an ample Field among all these, to Do Good upon! In a word, The Kingdom of God in the World, Calls for Innumerable Ser vices from us. To Do SUCH THINGS is to Do Good. Those men Devise Good, who Shape any Devices to do Things of Such a Tendency; whether the Things be of a Spiritual Importance, or of a Temporal. You see, Sirs, the General matter, appearing as Yet, but as a Chaos, which is to be wrought upon. Oh! that the Good Spirit of God may now fall upon us, and carry on the Glorious work which lies before us!

§ 2. Tis to be Supposed, my Readers will readily grant, That it is an Excel- lent, a Virtuous, a Laudable Thing to be full of Devices, to bring about Such Noble Purposes. For any man to Deride, or to Despise my Proposal, That we Resolve and Study to Do as much Good in the World as we can, would be so black a Character, that I am not willing to make a Supposal of it in any of

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2. By a common mistake in the early days, what the followers of Christ were called. 3. Origen Adamantius (185–254 c.e.), early Christian theologian and scholar, wrote of this “spiritual taste” in De Principiis, prob ably com- posed in the years 212–15.

4. From “A Letter Concerning Enthusiasm,” part of Characteristics of Men, Manners, Opinions, Times (1711), a famous work by the worldly En glish phi los o pher Anthony Ashley Cooper, third earl of Shaftesbury (1671–1713).

those with [whom] I am Concerned. Let no man pretend unto the Name of, A Christian, who does not Approve the proposal of, A Perpetual Endeavor to Do Good in the World. What pretension can Such a man have to be, A Fol- lower of the Good One? The Primitive Christians gladly accepted and improved the Name, when the Pagans by a mistake Styled them, Chrestians;2 Because it Signi"ed, Useful Ones. The Christians who have no Ambition to be So, Shall be condemned by the Pagans; among whom it was a Term of the Highest Honor, to be termed, A Benefactor; to have Done Good, was accounted Honorable. The Phi los o pher being asked why Every one desired so much to look upon a Fair Object! he answered, That it was a Question of a Blind man. If any man ask, as wanting the Sense of it, What is it worth the while to Do Good in the world! I must Say, It Sounds not like the Ques- tion of a Good man. The Aιθησιs πνευματικη, as Origen3 calls it, the Spiri- tual Taste of every Good Man will make him have an unspeakable Relish for it. Yea, Unworthy to be discoursed as a Man, is he, who is not for, Doing of Good among Men. An Enemy to the Proposal, That mankind, may be the bet- ter for us, deserves to be Reckoned, little better than, A Common Enemy of Mankind. How Cogently do I bespeak, a Good Reception of what is now designed! I produce not only Religion, but even Humanity itself, as full of a Fiery Indignation against the Adversaries of the Design. Excuse me, Sirs; I declare, that if I could have my choice, I would never Eat or Drink, or Walk, with such an one, as long as I Live; or, Look on him as any other than one by whom Humanity itself is Debased and Blemished. A very Wicked Writer, has yet found himself compell’d by the Force of Reason, to publish this Confes- sion. To Love the Public, to Study an Universal Good, and to Promote the Interest of the whole World, as far as is in our Power, is surely the Highest of Goodness, and makes that Temper, which we call Divine. And, he goes on. Is the Doing of Good for Glories Sake so Divine a thing? (Alas, Too much Humane, Sir!) Or, Is it not a Diviner to Do Good, even where it may be thought Inglorious? Even unto the Ingrateful, and unto those who are wholly Insensible of the Good they receive!4 A man must be far gone in Wickedness, who will open his Mouth, against such Maxims and Actions! A better Pen has Remark’d it; yea, the man must be much a Stranger in History, who has not made the Remark. To Speak Truth, and to Do Good, were in the Esteem even of the Hea- then World, most God- like Qualities. God forbid, That in the Esteem of the Christian World, for those Qualities, there should be any Abatement!

§ 3. I Won’t yet propose the Reward of Well- doing, and the glorious Things which the Mercy and Truth of God will do, for them who Devise Good; Because I would have to do with such, as will esteem it, a Suf"cient Reward unto itself. I will imagine that Generous Ingenuity, in my Readers, which will dispose them to count themselves well- Rewarded in the Thing itself, if God will Accept them to Do Good in the World. It is an Invaluable Honor, To Do Good; It is an Incomparable Plea sure. A Man must Look upon himself as Digni#ed and Grati#ed by GOD, when an Opportunity to Do Good is put

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5. Psalm 122.1. 6.  I.e., those who receive kindly advice about opportunities for doing good reciprocate with similar advice of their own. 7. Nabal, a man who was “churlish and evil in his doings,” was of the other wise honorable “house of Caleb” (1 Samuel 25.3). 8. John Stoughton (d. 1639), En glish Puritan preacher, made this point on the opening page of “The Happiness of Peace,” one of his Choice Ser-

mons (1640). However, as David Levin points out in his edition of Bonifacius, Mather edited Stoughton’s prose so as to remove his original references to King James I and his courtiers, before whom the sermon was delivered. 9. Two cannon balls joined by chain, an espe- cially destructive shot. 1. A place where the Israelites, pausing on their dight from Egypt, wept when an angel reproved them for their backsliding (Judges 2).

into his Hands. He must Embrace it with Rapture, as enabling him directly to answer the Great END of his Being. He must manage it with Rapturous Delight, as a most Suitable Business, as a most Precious Privilege. He must Sing in those Ways of the Lord, wherein he cannot but "nd himself, while he is Doing of Good. As the Saint of Old Sweetly Sang, I was glad, when they said unto me, Let us go into the House of the Lord.5 Thus ought we to be Glad, when any Opportunity to Do Good, is offered unto us. We should need no Arguments, to make us Entertain the Offer; but we should Naturally dy into the Matter, as most agreeable to the Divine Nature whereof we are made Partakers. It should Oblige us wonderfully! An Ingot of Gold presented unto us, not more Obliging! Think, Sirs, Now I Enjoy what I Am for! Now I Attain what I Wish for! Some Servants of God have been so Strongly Disposed this way, that they have cheerfully made a Tender of any Recompense that could be desired, (yea, rather than fail, a Pecuniary one,) unto any Friend that would Think for them, and Supply the Barrenness of their Thoughts, and Suggest unto them any Special and proper Methods, wherein they may be Ser viceable. Certainly, To Do Good is a thing that brings its own Recom- pense, in the Opinion of those, who reckon a kind Information of a Point wherein they may Do Good, worthy to be by them requited with a Recom- pense to the Informer.6 I will only Say; If any of you are Strangers unto such a Disposition as this, to Look upon an Opportunity to Do Good, as a thing that Enriches you, and to Look upon yourselves as Enriched, and Favored of God, when He does Employ you to Do Good: I have done with you. I would pray them, to lay the Book aside; It will disdain to carry on any further Conversa- tion with ’em! It handles a Subject on which the Wretches of the House of Caleb,7 will not be conversed withal. It is content with one of Dr. Stoughton’s Introductions: It is Enough to me, that I Speak to wise men, whose Reason shall be my Rhe toric, to Christians, whose Conscience shall be my Eloquence.8

§ 4. Tho’ the Assertion dy never so much like a Chain- Shot,9 among us and Rake down all before it, I will again, and again Assert it; That we might every One of us do more Good than we do. And therefore, This is the FIRST, PROPOSAL, to be made unto us; To be Exceedingly Humbled, that we have done so Little Good in the World. I am not Uncharitable, in saying; I know not that Assembly of Christians upon Earth, which ought not to be a Bochim,1 in this consideration. Oh! Tell me, what Utopia, I shall "nd it in! Sirs, Let us begin to bring forth some Good Fruit, by Lamenting our own Great Unfruit- fulness. Verily, Sins of Omission must be Confessed and Bewailed; else we add unto the Number of them. The most Useful Men in the World, have gone out of it, crying to God, Lord, Let my Sins of Omission be Forgiven to me! Men that have made more than ordinary Conscience about well- Spending of their Time, have had their Death- bed made uneasy by this Redection; The Loss of Time now Sits heavy upon me. Be sure, All Unregenerate Persons, are, as our

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2. See Philemon 1.11. 3. Brass cauldrons were a "xture of Solomon’s temple; in them, animals were cleansed for sac- ri"ce. Mather condates this fact with the lan-

guage of Psalm 6.6: “I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.” 4. Matthew 21.19.

Bible has told us, Unpro#table Persons.2 ’Tis not for nothing that the Com- parison of Thorns, and Briars, has been used, to Teach us, what they are. An Unrenewed Sinner, alas, he never did One Good Work in all his Life! In all his Life, did I Say? You must give me that word again! He is Dead while he Lives; he is Dead in Sins; he has never yet begun to Live unto God: and, as is he, so are all the Works of his Hands; They are Dead Works. Ah! Wretched Good- for- nothing. Won der, Won der at the Patience of Heaven, which yet forbears Cut- ting down, such a Cumberer of the Ground. The best, and the "rst Advice, to be given unto such Persons, is, Immediately to do their best, that they may get out of their woeful Unregeneracy. Let them Immediately Acknowledge the Necessity of their Turning to God, but how Unable they are to do it, and how Unworthy that God should make them Able. Immediately let them lift up their Cry unto Sovereign Grace, to Quicken them; and let them then Try, whether they cannot with Quickened Souls, Plead the Sacri#ce and Righ- teousness of a Glorious CHRIST for their Happy Reconciliation to God; Seri- ously Resolve upon a Life of Obedience to God, and Serious Religion; and Resign themselves up unto the Holy Spirit, that he may possess them, Instruct them, Strengthen them, and for His Name Sake lead them in the paths of Holi- ness. There will no Good be done, till this be done. The very First- born of all Devices to Do Good, is in being Born again, and in Devising Means, that a Banished Soul may no longer be Expelled from the presence of God. But you that have been brought home to God, have Sad cause, not only to deplore the Dark Days of your Unregeneracy, wherein you did none but the Unfruitful Works of Darkness; but also, that you have done so Little, since God has Quick- ened you and Enabled you, to Do, the Things that should be done. How Little, How Little have you Lived up, to the Strains of Gratitude, which might have been justly Expected, since God has brought you into His Marvellous Light! The best of us may mourn in our Complaint; Lord, How Little Good have I done, to what I might have done! Let the Sense of this cause us to Loathe and Judge ourselves before the Lord: Let it "ll us with Shame, and Abase us won- derfully! How can we do any other, than with David, even make a Cauldron of our couch, and a Bath of our Tears, when we consider how little Good we have done!3 Oh! That our Heads were Waters, because they have been so Dry of all Thoughts to Do Good! Oh! That our Eyes were a Fountain of Tears, because they have been so little upon the Look out for Objects and Methods to Do Good upon! For the Pardon of this Evil- doing, Let us Fly to the Great Sacri#ce; which is our only Expiation. Plead the Blood of that Lamb of God, whose Uni- versal Usefulness is One of those admirable Properties, for which He has been called, A Lamb. The Pardon of our Barrenness at Good Works being thus obtained, by Faith in that Blood which cleanses from all Sin, that is the way for us to be rescued from a Condemnation to Perpetual Barrenness. The dreadful Sentence of, Let no Fruit grow on thee forever! will be reversed and prevented, by such a Pardon.4 Sirs, A True, Right, Evangelical Procedure to Do Good, must have this Repentance laid in the Foundation of it! We do not Handle the Matter Wisely, if a Foundation be not laid thus Low, and in the deepest Self- Abasement.

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5. Come to be. 6. See Acts 12.6–7, where the prisoner is the apostle Peter. 7. Lesser. 8. Pope Gregory the First (c. 540–604) con-

fessed to being “sunk into the world” in the auto- biographical epistle that opens his famous commentary on the Book of Job, known as Magna Moralia (written 578–95). 9. Origin.

§ 5. How full, how full of Devices are we, for our own Secular Advantage! And how Expert in Devising many Little Things, to be done for ourselves! We apply our Thoughts, with a mighty Assiduity, unto the Old Question, What shall I Eat and Drink, and wherewithal shall I be clothed? It is with a very strong Application of our Thoughts, that we Study, what we shall do for ourselves, in our Marriages, in our Voyages, in our Bargains, and in many, many other concerns, wherein we are Solicitous to have our condition easy. We Solicitously Contrive, that we may accomplish Good Bargains, and that we may Steer clear of ten thousand Inconveniencies, to which, without some Contrivance, we may lie obnoxious. The Business of our Personal Callings we carry on with Numberless Thoughts, how we may Do Well, in what is to be done. To accomplish our Temporal Business, in affairs that cannot be Numbered, we #nd out Witty Inventions. But, O Rational, Immortal Heaven- born SOUL; Are thy wondrous Faculties capable of no Greater Improve- ments, no better Employments? Why should a Soul of such High Capacities, a Soul that may arrive to be5 clothed in the Bright Scarlet of Angels, yet Embrace a Dunghill! O let a Blush coloring beyond Scarlet, be thy clothing for thy being found so meanly occupied! Alas, In the Multitude of thy Thoughts within thee, hast thou no Dispositions to Raise thy Soul, unto Some thoughts, What may be done for GOD, and CHRIST, and for my own SOUL, and for the most Considerable Interests? How many Hundreds of Thoughts have we, How to obtain or secure Some Tride for ourselves; to One, How we may Serve the interests of the Glorious LORD, and of His People in the World? How can we now pretend, that we Love Him, or, that a carnal, and a Crim- inal Self- Love, has not the Dominion over us? I again come in, upon a Soul of an Heavenly Extract, and Smite it, as the Angel did the Sleeping Pris- oner;6 Awake, Shake off thy Shackles, lie no longer fettered in a Base con#ne- ment unto nothing but a Meaner7 Sort of Business. Assume and Assert the Liberty of now and then Thinking on the Noblest Question in the World; What Good may I do in the World? There was a Time, when it was complain’d by no less a man, than Gregory the Great (the Bishop of Rome) I am Sunk into the World!8 It may be the complaint of a Soul, that minds all other things, and rarely calls to mind that Noblest Question. Ah! Star, fall’n from Heav’n, and chok’d in Dust, Rise and Soar up to something answerable to thy Original.9 Begin a Course of Thoughts, which when begun, will be like a Resurrection from the Dead. They which dwell in the Dust, Wake and Sing, and a Little anticipate the Life which we are to Live at the Resurrection of the Dead, when they Livelily set themselves to Think; How may I be a Blessing in the World? And, What may I do, that Righ teousness, may more dwell in the World?

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JONATHAN EDWARDS 1703–1758

A pivotal "gure in American literary history, the Puritan minister Jonathan Edwards created a fresh prose style that integrated con temporary theories of sensation with traditional Calvinist theology. Edwards spoke and wrote in a man- ner designed to give his audiences an almost visceral sense of spiritual realities. To appreciate his achievements as a religious writer, it may be helpful to consider how Edwards’s focus on sensation distinguishes his prose from that of his older con- temporary Cotton Mather. In many ways, Edwards and Mather were engaged in the same proj ect, that is, updating the Calvinist tradition for their own time. Born forty years apart, both men were members of power ful New Eng land religious dynasties, and they were also both active members of the Atlantic- world republic of letters, with an interest in the latest scienti"c ideas. As a writer, however, Mather fre- quently oriented himself toward the past, creating the baroque style that reached its apex in Magnalia Christi Americana (1702). Edwards focused instead on giving his audiences an immediate experience of “divine things” that could rival and even exceed the perceptions conveyed by the physical senses. The appeal of his rhe toric of sensation, as it has been called, was its capacity to make invisible things vividly pres ent. Those things might be the theological tenets and spiritual experiences that Edwards held to be divine truths, or they might be the life stories of young girls and women (including his wife, Sarah Pierpont Edwards) that appealed to readers of the novel, a genre becoming prominent in Edwards’s lifetime. Edwards is a central "g- ure in American literary history, then, because of the way his works induenced the development of both religious and secular prose.

Born in East Windsor, Connecticut, a town not far from the major city of Hart- ford, Edwards was the son of the Reverend Timothy Edwards and Esther Stoddard Edwards. Edwards’s mother was the daughter of the Reverend Solomon Stoddard, of Northampton, Mas sa chu setts, one of the most induential "gures in the religious life of New Eng land. Stoddard’s gifted grand son, the only male child in a family of eleven children, was groomed to be his heir. Studious and dutiful, Edwards showed remarkable gifts of observation and exposition from a young age. When he was eleven, he wrote an essay, still very readable, on the dying spider. At thirteen, he was admitted to Yale College, in New Haven; he stayed on to read theology for two years after his graduation. He was determined to perfect himself, and in one of his early notebooks he resolved “never to lose one moment of time, but to improve it in the most pro"table way” he could. As a student, he always rose at four in the morning, studied thirteen hours a day, and reserved part of each day for walking. Edwards varied this routine little, even when— after two years in New York City, assisting at a Presbyterian church—he went to Northampton to assist his grand father in his church. In 1727, he married Sarah Pierpont, a young woman from a leading New Haven clerical family. Two years later, Solomon Stoddard died, and Edwards suc- ceeded him. In the twenty- four years that Edwards lived in Northampton, he ful- "lled his duties as the pastor of a growing congregation and delivered brilliant sermons, wrote some of his most impor tant books— concerned primarily with de"n- ing true religious experience— and raised his eleven children.

Until the mid-1740s, his relations with the town were harmonious. This period included the early years of the Great Awakening, when a spirit of revivalism trans- formed complacent believers all along the eastern seaboard, beginning in 1734. At

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"rst, Edwards could do no wrong. His meeting house was "lled with converts, and his works describing the revivals were widely published and distributed on both sides of the Atlantic. But in his attempt to restore the church to the position of authority it held in the years of his grand father’s ministry, Edwards went too far. He berated people for becoming too secularized, named backsliders from his pulpit— including members of the best families in town— and tried to return to the old order of com- munion, permitting the sacrament to be taken only by those who had publicly declared themselves to be saved. Throughout the Connecticut River Valley, people were tired of religious controversy, and the hysterical be hav ior of a few fanatics turned many against the spirit of revivalism. On June 22, 1750, by a vote of two hun- dred to twenty, Edwards was dismissed from his church. Although the congregation had dif"culty naming a successor, they preferred to have no sermons rather than let Edwards preach.

For the next seven years, Edwards served as missionary to the Housatonic Indi- ans in Stockbridge, Mas sa chu setts, a town thirty- "ve miles west of Northampton. Founded after the 1735 Treaty of Deer"eld, Stockbridge was a product of the chronic imperial warfare— between British, French, and Native forces— that disrupted west- ern New Eng land throughout Edwards’s lifetime. At Stockbridge, Edwards wrote his monumental treatises on free will and on true virtue as “that consent, propen- sity, and union of heart to Being in general, that is immediately exercised in a gen- eral good will.” Edwards then received, very reluctantly, a call to become president of the College of New Jersey ( later renamed Prince ton University) after the Rever- end Aaron Burr, Sr.— Edwards’s son- in- law, who had been serving as the new col- lege’s president— died of fever and overwork. However, just three months after his arrival in Prince ton, Edwards died of smallpox, the result of his inoculation to pre- vent infection.

All of Edwards’s work is of a piece and, in essence, readily graspable. He was try- ing to restore to his congregation and to his readers that original sense of religious commitment that he felt had been lost since the "rst days of the Puritan exodus to Amer i ca, and he wanted to do this by transforming his congregation from mere believers who understood the logic of Christian doctrine to converted Christians who were genuinely moved by the princi ples of their belief. Edwards wrote that he read the work of the En glish phi los o pher John Locke (1632–1704) with more plea- sure “than the greedy miser "nds when gathering up handfuls of silver and gold, from some newly discovered trea sure.” Locke con"rmed Edwards’s conviction that people must do more than comprehend religious ideas; they must be moved by them and come to know them experientially: the difference, as he says, is like that between reading the word “"re” and actually being burned. Basic to this newly felt belief is the recognition that nothing that an individual can do warrants his or her salvation, that people are motivated entirely by self- love, and only supernatural grace alters their natu ral depravity. Edwards says that he experienced several steps toward real Christian commitment but that his true conversion came only when he had achieved a “full and constant sense of the absolute sovereignty of God, and a delight in that sovereignty.”

The word “delight” reminds us that Edwards was trying to inculcate and describe a religious feeling that approximates a physical sensation. He held that divine grace produced a new sense in the religious convert, which he sometimes analogized to taste. He believed this new sense would enable the convert to respond to God in more vital ways. “Delight” further links him to the transatlantic community of those who recognized sentiment as the basic emotion that connects individuals to one another. In his patient and lucid prose, Edwards became a master at the art of per- suading his congregants and readers that they could— and must— possess an intense awareness of humanity’s precarious condition and experience the joys and pleasures of grace.

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1. Because of Edwards’s reference to an eve ning in January 1739, he must have written this essay after that date. Edwards’s reasons for writing it are not known, and it was not published in his lifetime. After his death, his friend Samuel Hop- kins had access to his manuscripts and prepared The Life and Character of the Late Rev. Mr. Jona- than Edwards, which was published in 1765. In that volume, the “Personal Narrative” appeared in section IV as the chapter “An Account of His Conversion, Experiences, and Religious Exer- cises, Given by Himself.” The text here is from Works of Jonathan Edwards (1998), vol. 16, edited

by George Claghorn. 2. I.e., spiritual awakenings, renewals. “Exer- cises”: agitations. 3. Emotionally aroused, as opposed to merely understanding rationally the arguments for Chris- tian faith. 4. “As a dog returneth to his vomit, so a fool returneth to his folly” (Proverbs 26.11). 5. Edwards was an undergraduate at Yale from 1716 to 1720 and a divinity student from 1720 to 1722. 6. A respiratory disorder.

Personal Narrative1

I had a variety of concerns and exercises about my soul from my childhood; but had two more remarkable seasons of awakening2 before I met with that change, by which I was brought to those new dispositions, and that new sense of things, that I have since had. The "rst time was when I was a boy, some years before I went to college, at a time of remarkable awakening in my father’s congregation. I was then very much affected3 for many months, and concerned about the things of religion, and my soul’s salvation; and was abundant in duties. I used to pray "ve times a day in secret, and to spend much time in religious talk with other boys; and used to meet with them to pray together. I experienced I know not what kind of delight in religion. My mind was much engaged in it, and had much self- righteous plea sure; and it was my delight to abound in religious duties. I, with some of my schoolmates joined together, and built a booth in a swamp, in a very secret and retired place, for a place of prayer. And besides, I had par tic u lar secret places of my own in the woods, where I used to retire by myself; and used to be from time to time much affected. My affections seemed to be lively and easily moved, and I seemed to be in my ele ment, when engaged in religious duties. And I am ready to think, many are deceived with such affections, and such a kind of delight, as I then had in religion, and mistake it for grace.

But in pro cess of time, my convictions and affections wore off; and I entirely lost all those affections and delights, and left off secret prayer, at least as to any constant per for mance of it; and returned like a dog to his vomit, and went on in ways of sin.4

Indeed, I was at some times very uneasy, especially towards the latter part of the time of my being at college.5 Till it pleased God, in my last year at college, at a time when I was in the midst of many uneasy thoughts about the state of my soul, to seize me with a pleurisy;6 in which he brought me nigh to the grave, and shook me over the pit of hell.

But yet, it was not long after my recovery, before I fell again into my old ways of sin. But God would not suffer me to go on with any quietness; but I had great and violent inward strug gles: till after many condicts with wicked inclinations, and repeated resolutions, and bonds that I laid myself under by a kind of vows to God, I was brought wholly to break off all former wicked ways, and all ways of known outward sin; and to apply myself to seek my salvation, and practice the duties of religion: but without that kind of affec- tion and delight, that I had formerly experienced. My concern now wrought more by inward strug gles and condicts, and self- redections. I made seeking

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7. I.e., truly redeeming, capable of making the penitent a “saint.” 8. “Therefore hath he mercy on whom he will

have mercy, and whom he will he hardeneth” (Romans 9.18). 9. Lifted.

my salvation the main business of my life. But yet it seems to me, I sought after a miserable manner: which has made me sometimes since to question, whether ever it issued in that which was saving;7 being ready to doubt, whether such miserable seeking was ever succeeded. But yet I was brought to seek salvation, in a manner that I never was before. I felt a spirit to part with all things in the world, for an interest in Christ. My concern continued and prevailed, with many exercising things and inward strug gles; but yet it never seemed to be proper to express my concern that I had, by the name of terror.

From my childhood up, my mind had been wont to be full of objections against the doctrine of God’s sovereignty, in choosing whom He would to eternal life and rejecting whom he pleased; leaving them eternally to per- ish, and be everlastingly tormented in hell. It used to appear like a horrible doctrine to me. But I remember the time very well, when I seemed to be con- vinced, and fully satis"ed, as to this sovereignty of God, and his justice in thus eternally disposing of men, according to his sovereign plea sure. But never could give an account, how, or by what means, I was thus convinced; not in the least imagining, in the time of it, nor a long time after, that there was any extraordinary induence of God’s Spirit in it: but only that now I saw further, and my reason apprehended the justice and reasonableness of it. However, my mind rested in it; and it put an end to all those cavils and objec- tions, that had till then abode with me, all the preceeding part of my life. And there has been a wonderful alteration in my mind, with re spect to the doctrine of God’s sovereignty, from that day to this; so that I scarce ever have found so much as the rising of an objection against God’s sovereignty, in the most absolute sense, in showing mercy on whom he will show mercy, and hardening and eternally damning whom he will.8 God’s absolute sover- eignty, and justice, with re spect to salvation and damnation, is what my mind seems to rest assured of, as much as of anything that I see with my eyes; at least it is so at times. But I have oftentimes since that "rst conviction, had quite another kind of sense of God’s sovereignty, than I had then. I have often since, not only had a conviction, but a delightful conviction. The doc- trine of God’s sovereignty has very often appeared, an exceeding pleasant, bright and sweet doctrine to me: and absolute sovereignty is what I love to ascribe to God. But my "rst conviction was not with this.

The "rst that I remember that ever I found anything of that sort of inward, sweet delight in God and divine things, that I have lived much in since, was on reading those words, 1 Tim. 1.17, “Now unto the King eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, be honor and glory for ever and ever, Amen.” As I read the words, there came into my soul, and was as it were diffused through it, a sense of the glory of the divine being, a new sense, quite dif- fer ent from anything I ever experienced before. Never any words of Scrip- ture seemed to me as these words did. I thought with myself, how excellent a Being that was; and how happy I should be, if I might enjoy that God, and be wrapt9 up to God in heaven, and be as it were swallowed up in him. I kept saying, and as it were singing over these words of Scripture to myself; and went to prayer, to pray to God that I might enjoy him; and prayed in a

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manner quite dif fer ent from what I used to do, with a new sort of affection. But it never came into my thought, that there was anything spiritual, or of a saving nature in this.

From about that time, I began to have a new kind of apprehensions and ideas of Christ, and the work of redemption, and the glorious way of salva- tion by him. I had an inward, sweet sense of these things, that at times came into my heart; and my soul was led away in pleasant views and contempla- tions of them. And my mind was greatly engaged, to spend my time in read- ing and meditating on Christ; and the beauty and excellency of his person, and the lovely way of salvation, by free grace in him. I found no books so delightful to me, as those that treated of these subjects. Those words (Cant. 2:1) used to be abundantly with me: “I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.” The words seemed to me, sweetly to represent, the loveliness and beauty of Jesus Christ. And the whole book of Canticles1 used to be pleas- ant to me; and I used to be much in reading it, about that time. And found, from time to time, an inward sweetness, that used, as it were, to carry me away in my contemplations; in what I know not how to express other wise, than by a calm, sweet abstraction of soul from all the concerns o[f] this world; and a kind of vision, or "xed ideas and imaginations, of being alone in the mountains, or some solitary wilderness, far from all mankind, sweetly conversing with Christ, and wrapt and swallowed up in God. The sense I had of divine things, would often of a sudden as it were, kindle up a sweet burning in my heart; an ardor of my soul, that I know not how to express.

Not long after I "rst began to experience these things, I gave an account to my father, of some things that had passed in my mind. I was pretty much affected by the discourse we had together. And when the discourse was ended, I walked abroad alone, in a solitary place in my father’s pasture, for contemplation. And as I was walking there, and looked up on the sky and clouds; there came into my mind, a sweet sense of the glorious majesty and grace of God, that I know not how to express. I seemed to see them both in a sweet conjunction: majesty and meekness joined together: it was a sweet and gentle, and holy majesty; and also a majestic meekness; an awful sweet- ness; a high, and great, and holy gentleness.

After this my sense of divine things gradually increased, and became more and more lively, and had more of that inward sweetness. The appearance of every thing was altered: there seemed to be, as it were, a calm, sweet cast, or appearance of divine glory, in almost every thing. God’s excellency, his wis- dom, his purity and love, seemed to appear in every thing; in the sun, moon and stars; in the clouds, and blue sky; in the grass, dowers, trees; in the water, and all nature; which used greatly to "x my mind. I often used to sit and view the moon, for a long time; and so in the daytime, spent much time in viewing the clouds and sky, to behold the sweet glory of God in these things: in the meantime, singing forth with a low voice, my contemplations of the Creator and Redeemer. And scarce anything, among all the works of nature, was so sweet to me as thunder and lightning. Formerly, nothing had been so terrible to me. I used to be a person uncommonly terri"ed with thun- der: and it used to strike me with terror, when I saw a thunderstorm rising. But now, on the contrary, it rejoiced me. I felt God at the "rst appearance

1. I.e., Song of Solomon.

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2. Condition of being. 3. I.e., exclaimed suddenly, blurted out sponta-

neously. 4. Feelingly.

of a thunderstorm. And used to take the opportunity at such times, to "x myself to view the clouds, and see the lightnings play, and hear the majestic and awful voice of God’s thunder: which often times was exceeding enter- taining, leading me to sweet contemplations of my great and glorious God. And while I viewed, used to spend my time, as it always seemed natu ral to me, to sing or chant forth my meditations; to speak my thoughts in solilo- quies, and speak with a singing voice.

I felt then a great satisfaction as to my good estate.2 But that did not con- tent me. I had vehement longings of soul after God and Christ, and after more holiness; wherewith my heart seemed to be full, and ready to break: which often brought to my mind, the words of the Psalmist, Ps. 119:28, “My soul breaketh for the longing it hath.” I often felt a mourning and lamenting in my heart, that I had not turned to God sooner, that I might have had more time to grow in grace. My mind was greatly "xed on divine things; I was almost perpetually in the contemplation of them. Spent most of my time in thinking of divine things, year after year. And used to spend abundance of my time, in walking alone in the woods, and solitary places, for meditation, soliloquy and prayer, and converse with God. And it was always my manner, at such times, to sing forth my contemplations. And was almost constantly in ejaculatory3 prayer, wherever I was. Prayer seemed to be natu ral to me; as the breath, by which the inward burnings of my heart had vent.

The delights which I now felt in things of religion, were of an exceeding dif fer ent kind, from those forementioned, that I had when I was a boy. They were totally of another kind; and what I then had no more notion or idea of, than one born blind has of pleasant and beautiful colors. They were of a more inward, pure, soul- animating and refreshing nature. Those former delights, never reached the heart; and did not arise from any sight of the divine excellency of the things of God; or any taste of the soul- satisfying, and life- giving good, there is in them.

My sense of divine things seemed gradually to increase, till I went to preach at New York; which was about a year and a half after they began. While I was there, I felt them, very sensibly,4 in a much higher degree, than I had done before. My longings after God and holiness, were much increased. Pure and humble, holy and heavenly Chris tian ity, appeared exceeding ami- able to me. I felt in me a burning desire to be in every thing a complete Chris- tian; and conformed to the blessed image of Christ: and that I might live in all things, according to the pure, sweet and blessed rules of the gospel. I had an eager thirsting after pro gress in these things. My longings after it, put me upon pursuing and pressing after them. It was my continual strife day and night, and constant inquiry, how I should be more holy, and live more holily, and more becoming a child of God, and disciple of Christ. I sought an increase of grace and holiness, and that I might live an holy life, with vastly more earnestness, than ever I sought grace, before I had it. I used to be continually examining myself, and studying and contriving for likely ways and means, how I should live holily, with far greater diligence and ear- nestness, than ever I pursued anything in my life: but with too great a dependence on my own strength, which afterwards proved a great damage

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5. “Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child, he shall not enter therein” (Mark 10.15).

to me. My experience had not then taught me, as it has done since, my extreme feebleness and impotence, every manner of way; and the innumer- able and bottomless depths of secret corruption and deceit, that there was in my heart. However, I went on with my eager pursuit after more holiness; and sweet conformity to Christ.

The Heaven I desired was a heaven of holiness; to be with God, and to spend my eternity in divine love, and holy communion with Christ. My mind was very much taken up with contemplations on heaven, and the enjoyments of those there; and living there in perfect holiness, humility and love. And it used at that time to appear a great part of the happiness of heaven, that there the saints could express their love to Christ. It appeared to me a great clog and hindrance and burden to me, that what I felt within, I could not express to God, and give vent to, as I desired. The inward ardor of my soul, seemed to be hindered and pent up, and could not freely dame out as it would. I used often to think, how in heaven, this sweet princi ple should freely and fully vent and express itself. Heaven appeared to me exceeding delightful as a world of love. It appeared to me, that all happiness consisted in living in pure, humble, heavenly, divine love.

I remember the thoughts I used then to have of holiness. I remember I then said sometimes to myself, I do certainly know that I love holiness, such as the gospel prescribes. It appeared to me, there was nothing in it but what was ravishingly lovely. It appeared to me, to be the highest beauty and ami- ableness, above all other beauties: that it was a divine beauty; far purer than anything here upon earth; and that every thing else, was like mire, "lth and de"lement, in comparison of it.

Holiness, as I then wrote down some of my contemplations on it, appeared to me to be of a sweet, pleasant, charming, serene, calm nature. It seemed to me, it brought an inexpressible purity, brightness, peacefulness and ravish- ment to the soul: and that it made the soul like a "eld or garden of God, with all manner of pleasant dowers; that is all pleasant, delightful and undis- turbed; enjoying a sweet calm, and the gently vivifying beams of the sun. The soul of a true Christian, as I then wrote my meditations, appeared like such a little white dower, as we see in the spring of the year; low and humble on the ground, opening its bosom, to receive the pleasant beams of the sun’s glory; rejoicing as it were, in a calm rapture; diffusing around a sweet fragrancy; standing peacefully and lovingly, in the midst of other dowers round about; all in like manner opening their bosoms, to drink in the light of the sun.

There was no part of creature- holiness, that I then, and at other times, had so great a sense of the loveliness of, as humility, brokenness of heart and poverty of spirit: and there was nothing that I had such a spirit to long for. My heart, as it were, panted after this to lie low before GOD, and in the dust; that I might be nothing, and that God might be all; that I might become as a little child.5

While I was there at New York, I sometimes was much affected with redec- tions on my past life, considering how late it was, before I began to be truly religious; and how wickedly I had lived till then: and once so as to weep abundantly, and for a considerable time together.

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6. Wethers"eld, Connecticut, is very close to Windsor.

7. Westchester and Saybrook are in New York and Connecticut, respectively.

On January 12, 1722–3, I made a solemn dedication of myself to God, and wrote it down; giving up myself, and all that I had to God; to be for the future in no re spect my own; to act as one that had no right to himself, in any re spect. And solemnly vowed to take God for my whole portion and felic- ity; looking on nothing else as any part of my happiness, nor acting as if it were: and his law for the constant rule of my obedience; engaging to "ght with all my might, against the world, the desh and the devil, to the end of my life. But have reason to be in"nitely humbled, when I consider, how much I have failed of answering my obligation.

I had then abundance of sweet religious conversation in the family where I lived, with Mr. John Smith, and his pious mother. My heart was knit in affection to those, in whom were appearances of true piety; and I could bear the thoughts of no other companions, but such as were holy, and the disci- ples of the blessed Jesus.

I had great longings for the advancement of Christ’s kingdom in the world. My secret prayer used to be in great part taken up in praying for it. If I heard the least hint of anything that happened in any part of the world, that appeared to me, in some re spect or other, to have a favorable aspect on the interest of Christ’s kingdom, my soul eagerly catched at it; and it would much animate and refresh me. I used to be earnest to read public newsletters, mainly for that end; to see if I could not "nd some news favorable to the interest of religion in the world.

I very frequently used to retire into a solitary place, on the banks of Hud- son’s River, at some distance from the city, for contemplation on divine things, and secret converse with God; and had many sweet hours there. Sometimes Mr. Smith and I walked there together, to converse of the things of God; and our conversation used much to turn on the advancement of Christ’s kingdom in the world, and the glorious things that God would accomplish for his church in the latter days.

I had then, and at other times, the greatest delight in the holy Scriptures, of any book whatsoever. Oftentimes in reading it, every word seemed to touch my heart. I felt an harmony between something in my heart, and those sweet and power ful words. I seemed often to see so much light, exhibited by every sentence, and such a refreshing ravishing food communicated, that I could not get along in reading. Used oftentimes to dwell long on one sentence, to see the won ders contained in it; and yet almost every sentence seemed to be full of won ders.

I came away from New York in the month of April 1723, and had a most bitter parting with Madam Smith and her son. My heart seemed to sink within me, at leaving the family and city, where I had enjoyed so many sweet and pleasant days. I went from New York to Weathers"eld6 by water. As I sailed away, I kept sight of the city as long as I could; and when I was out of sight of it, it would affect me much to look that way, with a kind of melancholy mixed with sweetness. However, that night after this sorrowful parting, I was greatly comforted in God at Westchester, where we went ashore to lodge: and had a pleasant time of it all the voyage to Saybrook.7 It was sweet to me to think of meeting dear Christians in heaven, where we should never part more.

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8. In the Book of Revelation, the symbol of Christ. 9. A town in Mas sa chu setts, twenty- "ve miles from Boston.

1. I.e., intense, passionate, uncontrollable. 2. Psalm 130.6. 3. Contentment. “This town”: Northampton.

At Saybrook we went ashore to lodge on Saturday, and there kept sabbath; where I had a sweet and refreshing season, walking alone in the "elds.

After I came home to Windsor, remained much in a like frame of my mind, as I had been in at New York; but only sometimes felt my heart ready to sink, with the thoughts of my friends at New York. And my refuge and support was in contemplations on the heavenly state; as I "nd in my diary of May 1, 1723. It was my comfort to think of that state, where there is fulness of joy; where reigns heavenly, sweet, calm and delightful love, without alloy; where there are continually the dearest expressions of this love; where is the enjoy- ment of the persons loved, without ever parting; where these persons that appear so lovely in this world, will really be inexpressibly more lovely, and full of love to us. And how sweetly will the mutual lovers join together to sing the praises of God and the Lamb!8 How full will it "ll us with joy, to think, that this enjoyment, these sweet exercises will never cease or come to an end; but will last to all eternity!

Continued much in the same frame in the general, that I had been in at New York, till I went to New Haven, to live there as Tutor of the College; having some special season of uncommon sweetness: particularly once at Bolton,9 in a journey from Boston, walking out alone in the "elds. After I went to New Haven, I sunk in religion; my mind being diverted from my eager and violent1 pursuits after holiness, by some affairs that greatly per- plexed and distracted my mind.

In September 1725, was taken ill at New Haven; and endeavoring to go home to Windsor, was so ill at the North Village, that I could go no further: where I lay sick for about a quarter of a year. And in this sickness, God was pleased to visit me again with the sweet induences of his spirit. My mind was greatly engaged there on divine, pleasant contemplations, and longings of soul. I observed that those who watched with me, would often be looking out for the morning, and seemed to wish for it. Which brought to my mind those words of the Psalmist, which my soul with sweetness made its own language, “My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.”2 And when the light of the morning came, and the beams of the sun came in at the win- dows, it refreshed my soul from one morning to another. It seemed to me to be some image of the sweet light of God’s glory.

I remember, about that time, I used greatly to long for the conversion of some that I was concerned with. It seemed to me, I could gladly honor them, and with delight be a servant to them, and lie at their feet, if they were but truly holy.

But sometime after this, I was again greatly diverted in my mind, with some temporal concerns, that exceedingly took up my thoughts, greatly to the wounding of my soul: and went on through vari ous exercises, that it would be tedious to relate, that gave me much more experience of my own heart, than ever I had before.

Since I came to this town, I have often had sweet complacency3 in God in views of his glorious perfections, and the excellency of Jesus Christ. God

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4. Edwards alludes to Psalm 23.2: “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.”

has appeared to me, a glorious and lovely being, chiedy on the account of his holiness. The holiness of God has always appeared to me the most lovely of all his attributes. The doctrines of God’s absolute sovereignty, and free grace, in showing mercy to whom he would show mercy; and man’s absolute dependence on the operations of God’s Holy Spirit, have very often appeared to me as sweet and glorious doctrines. These doctrines have been much my delight. God’s sovereignty has ever appeared to me, as great part of his glory. It has often been sweet to me to go to God, and adore him as a sovereign God, and ask sovereign mercy of him.

I have loved the doctrines of the gospel: they have been to my soul like green pastures.4 The gospel has seemed to me to be the richest trea sure; the trea sure that I have most desired, and longed that it might dwell richly in me. The way of salvation by Christ, has appeared in a general way, glori- ous and excellent, and most pleasant and beautiful. It has often seemed to me, that it would in a great mea sure spoil heaven, to receive it in any other way. That text has often been affecting and delightful to me, Is. 32:2, “A man shall be an hiding place from the wind, and a covert from the tem- pest,” etc.

It has often appeared sweet to me, to be united to Christ; to have him for my head, and to be a member of his body: and also to have Christ for my teacher and prophet. I very often think with sweetness and longings and pantings of soul, of being a little child, taking hold of Christ, to be led by him through the wilderness of this world. That text, Matt. 18 at the begin- ning, has often been sweet to me, “Except ye be converted, and become as little children,” etc. I love to think of coming to Christ, to receive salvation of him, poor in spirit, and quite empty of self; humbly exalting him alone; cut entirely off from my own root, and to grow into, and out of Christ: to have God in Christ to be all in all; and to live by faith in the Son of God, a life of humble, unfeigned con"dence in him. That Scripture has often been sweet to me, Ps. 115:1, “Not unto us, O Lord, not unto us, but unto thy name give glory, for thy mercy, and for thy truth’s sake.” And those words of Christ, Luke 10:21, “In that hour Jesus rejoiced in spirit, and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes: even so Father, for so it seemed good in thy sight.” That sovereignty of God that Christ rejoiced in, seemed to me to be worthy to be rejoiced in; and that rejoicing of Christ, seemed to me to show the excellency of Christ, and the spirit that he was of.

Sometimes only mentioning a single word, causes my heart to burn within me: or only seeing the name of Christ, or the name of some attribute of God. And God has appeared glorious to me, on account of the Trinity. It has made me have exalting thoughts of God, that he subsists in three persons; Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

The sweetest joys and delights I have experienced, have not been those that have arisen from a hope of my own good estate; but in a direct view of the glorious things of the gospel. When I enjoy this sweetness, it seems to carry me above the thoughts of my own safe estate. It seems at such times

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5. Rejoiced. 6. “My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand” (Song of Solomon 5.10).

7. In the year (Latin). 8. Regard for those of lesser status.

a loss that I cannot bear, to take off my eye from the glorious, pleasant object I behold without me, to turn my eye in upon myself, and my own good estate.

My heart has been much on the advancement of Christ’s kingdom in the world. The histories of the past advancement of Christ’s kingdom, have been sweet to me. When I have read histories of past ages, the pleasantest thing in all my reading has been, to read of the kingdom of Christ being promoted. And when I have expected in my reading, to come to any such thing, I have lotted5 upon it all the way as I read. And my mind has been much enter- tained and delighted, with the Scripture promises and prophecies, of the future glorious advancement of Christ’s kingdom on earth.

I have sometimes had a sense of the excellent fullness of Christ, and his meetness and suitableness as a Savior; whereby he has appeared to me, far above all, the chief of ten thousands.6 And his blood and atonement has appeared sweet, and his righ teousness sweet; which is always accompanied with an ardency of spirit, and inward strugglings and breathings and groan- ings, that cannot be uttered, to be emptied of myself, and swallowed up in Christ.

Once, as I rid out into the woods for my health, anno7 1737; and having lit from my horse in a retired place, as my manner commonly has been, to walk for divine contemplation and prayer; I had a view, that for me was extraordinary, of the glory of the Son of God; as mediator between God and man; and his wonderful, great, full, pure and sweet grace and love, and meek and gentle condescension.8 This grace, that appeared to me so calm and sweet, appeared great above the heavens. The person of Christ appeared ineffably excellent, with an excellency great enough to swallow up all thought and conception. Which continued, as near as I can judge, about an hour; which kept me, the bigger part of the time, in a dood of tears, and weeping aloud. I felt withal, an ardency of soul to be, what I know not other wise how to express, than to be emptied and annihilated; to lie in the dust, and to be full of Christ alone; to love him with a holy and pure love; to trust in him; to live upon him; to serve and follow him, and to be totally wrapt up in the fullness of Christ; and to be perfectly sancti"ed and made pure, with a divine and heavenly purity. I have several other times, had views very much of the same nature, and that have had the same effects.

I have many times had a sense of the glory of the third person in the Trin- ity, in his of"ce of Sancti"er; in his holy operations communicating divine light and life to the soul. God in the communications of his Holy Spirit, has appeared as an in"nite fountain of divine glory and sweetness; being full and suf"cient to "ll and satisfy the soul: pouring forth itself in sweet com- munications, like the sun in its glory, sweetly and pleasantly diffusing light and life.

I have sometimes had an affecting sense of the excellency of the word of God, as a word of life; as the light of life; a sweet, excellent, life- giving word: accompanied with a thirsting after that word, that it might dwell richly in my heart.

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9. I.e., retire to his study. 1. The name used for God in the Old Testament.

I have often since I lived in this town, had very affecting views of my own sinfulness and vileness; very frequently so as to hold me in a kind of loud weeping, sometimes for a considerable time together: so that I have often been forced to shut myself up.9 I have had a vastly greater sense of my wick- edness, and the badness of my heart, since my conversion, than ever I had before. It has often appeared to me, that if God should mark iniquity against me, I should appear the very worst of all mankind; of all that have been since the beginning of the world of this time: and that I should have by far the lowest place in hell. When others that have come to talk with me about their soul concerns, have expressed the sense they have had of their own wicked- ness, by saying that it seemed to them, that they were as bad as the devil himself; I thought their expressions seemed exceeding faint and feeble, to represent my wickedness. I thought I should won der, that they should con- tent themselves with such expressions as these, if I had any reason to imag- ine, that their sin bore any proportion to mine. It seemed to me, I should won der at myself, if I should express my wickedness in such feeble terms as they did.

My wickedness, as I am in myself, has long appeared to me perfectly inef- fable, and in"nitely swallowing up all thought and imagination; like an in"- nite deluge, or in"nite mountains over my head. I know not how to express better, what my sins appear to me to be, than by heaping in"nite upon in"- nite, and multiplying in"nite by in"nite. I go about very often, for this many years, with these expressions in my mind, and in my mouth, “In"nite upon in"nite. In"nite upon in"nite!” When I look into my heart, and take a view of my wickedness, it looks like an abyss in"nitely deeper than hell. And it appears to me, that were it not for free grace, exalted and raised up to the in"nite height of all the fullness and glory of the great Jehovah,1 and the arm of his power and grace stretched forth, in all the majesty of his power, and in all the glory of his sovereignty; I should appear sunk down in my sins in"nitely below hell itself, far beyond sight of every thing, but the piercing eye of God’s grace, that can pierce even down to such a depth, and to the bottom of such an abyss.

And yet, I ben’t in the least inclined to think, that I have a greater convic- tion of sin than ordinary. It seems to me, my conviction of sin is exceeding small, and faint. It appears to me enough to amaze me, that I have no more sense of my sin. I know certainly, that I have very little sense of my sinful- ness. That my sins appear to me so great, don’t seem to me to be, because I have so much more conviction of sin than other Christians, but because I am so much worse, and have so much more wickedness to be convinced of. When I have had these turns of weeping and crying for my sins, I thought I knew in the time of it, that my repentance was nothing to my sin.

I have greatly longed of late, for a broken heart, and to lie low before God. And when I ask for humility of God, I can’t bear the thoughts of being no more humble, than other Christians. It seems to me, that though their degrees of humility may be suitable for them; yet it would be a vile self- exaltation in me, not to be the lowest in humility of all mankind. Others speak of their longing to be humbled to the dust. Though that may be a proper expres-

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1. When Edwards was twenty and his future wife thirteen, he inscribed this tribute on the dyleaf of a book. It was "rst published in Sereno E. Dwight’s The Life of President Edwards (1829). The text here is from Works of Jonathan Edwards (1998), vol. 16, edited by George Claghorn.

sion for them, I always think for myself, that I ought to be humbled down below hell. ’Tis an expression that it has long been natu ral for me to use in prayer to God. I ought to lie in"nitely low before God.

It is affecting to me to think, how ignorant I was, when I was a young Christian, of the bottomless, in"nite depths of wickedness, pride, hy po c- risy and deceit left in my heart.

I have vastly a greater sense, of my universal, exceeding dependence on God’s grace and strength, and mere good plea sure, of late, than I used for- merly to have; and have experienced more of an abhorrence of my own righ teousness. The thought of any comfort or joy, arising in me, on any consideration, or redection on my own amiableness, or any of my per for- mances or experiences, or any goodness of heart or life, is nauseous and detestable to me. And yet I am greatly afdicted with a proud and self- righteous spirit; much more sensibly, than I used to be formerly. I see that serpent ris- ing and putting forth its head, continually, everywhere, all around me.

Though it seems to me, that in some re spects I was a far better Christian, for two or three years after my "rst conversion, than I am now; and lived in a more constant delight and plea sure: yet of late years, I have had a more full and constant sense of the absolute sovereignty of God, and a delight in that sovereignty; and have had more of a sense of the glory of Christ, as a mediator, as revealed in the Gospel. On one Saturday night in par tic u lar, had a par tic u lar discovery of the excellency of the gospel of Christ, above all other doctrines; so that I could not but say to myself; “This is my chosen light, my chosen doctrine”: and of Christ, “This is my chosen prophet.” It appeared to me to be sweet beyond all expression, to follow Christ, and to be taught and enlightened and instructed by him; to learn of him, and live to him.

Another Saturday night, January 1738–9, had such a sense, how sweet and blessed a thing it was, to walk in the way of duty, to do that which was right and meet to be done, and agreeable to the holy mind of God; that it caused me to break forth into a kind of a loud weeping, which held me some time; so that I was forced to shut myself up, and fasten the doors. I could not but as it were cry out, “How happy are they which do that which is right in the sight of God! They are blessed indeed, they are the happy ones!” I had at the same time, a very affecting sense, how meet and suitable it was that God should govern the world, and order all things according to his own plea sure; and I rejoiced in it, that God reigned, and that his will was done.

c. 1740 1765

On Sarah Pierpont1

They say there is a young lady in [New Haven] who is beloved of that almighty Being, who made and rules the world, and that there are certain seasons in which this great Being, in some way or other invisible, comes to her and "lls her mind with exceeding sweet delight, and that she hardly cares for any-

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1. Edwards "rst transcribed his wife’s narrative, then revised his transcription for inclusion in Some Thoughts Concerning the Pres ent Revival of

Religion (1742). 2. Abbreviation for videlicet: that is to say, namely (Latin).

thing, except to meditate on him— that she expects after a while to be received up where he is, to be raised up out of the world and caught up into heaven; being assured that he loves her too well to let her remain at a dis- tance from him always. There she is to dwell with him, and to be ravished with his love, favor and delight, forever. Therefore, if you pres ent all the world before her, with the richest of its trea sures, she disregards it and cares not for it, and is unmindful of any pain or afdiction. She has a strange sweet- ness in her mind, and sweetness of temper, uncommon purity in her affec- tions; is most just and praiseworthy in all her actions; and you could not persuade her to do anything thought wrong or sinful, if you would give her all the world, lest she should offend this great Being. She is of a wonderful sweetness, calmness and universal benevolence of mind; especially after those times in which this great God has manifested himself to her mind. She will sometimes go about, singing sweetly, from place to [place]; and seems to be always full of joy and plea sure; and no one knows for what. She loves to be alone, and to wander in the "elds and on the mountains, and seems to have someone invisible always conversing with her.

1723 1829

Sarah Edwards’s Narrative1

I have been particularly acquainted with many persons that have been the subjects of the high and extraordinary transports of the pres ent day; and in the highest transports of any of the instances that I have been acquainted with, and where the affections of admiration, love and joy, so far as another could judge, have been raised to a higher pitch than in any other instances I have observed or been informed of, the following things have been united: viz.2 a very frequent dwelling, for some considerable time together, in such views of the glory of the divine perfections, and Christ’s excellencies, that the soul in the meantime has been as it were perfectly overwhelmed, and swallowed up with light and love and a sweet solace, rest and joy of soul, that was altogether unspeakable; and more than once continuing for "ve or six hours together, without any interruption, in that clear and lively view or sense of the in"nite beauty and amiableness of Christ’s person, and the heav- enly sweetness of his excellent and transcendent love; so that (to use the person’s own expressions) the soul remained in a kind of heavenly Elysium, and did as it were swim in the rays of Christ’s love, like a little mote swim- ming in the beams of the sun, or streams of his light that come in at a win dow; and the heart was swallowed up in a kind of glow of Christ’s love, coming down from Christ’s heart in heaven, as a constant stream of sweet light, at the same time the soul all dowing out in love to him; so that there seemed to be a constant dowing and redowing from heart to heart. The soul dwelt on high, and was lost in God, and seemed almost to leave the body;

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3. George White"eld (1714–1770) and Gilbert Tennent (1703–1764), induential revivalists.

dwelling in a pure delight that fed and satis"ed the soul; enjoying plea sure without the least sting, or any interruption, a sweetness that the soul was lost in; so that (so far as the judgment and word of a person of discretion may be taken, speaking upon the most deliberate consideration) what was enjoyed in each single minute of the whole space, which was many hours, was undoubtedly worth more than all the outward comfort and plea sure of the whole life put together; and this without being in any trance, or being at all deprived of the exercise of the bodily senses: and the like heavenly delight and unspeakable joy of soul, enjoyed from time to time, for years together; though not frequently so long together, to such an height: extraordinary views of divine things, and religious affections, being frequently attended with very great effects on the body, nature often sinking under the weight of divine discoveries, the strength of the body taken away, so as to deprive of all ability to stand or speak; sometimes the hands clinched, and the desh cold, but senses still remaining; animal nature often in a great emotion and agitation, and the soul very often, of late, so overcome with great admiration, and a kind of omnipotent joy, as to cause the person (wholly unavoidably) to leap with all the might, with joy and mighty exultation of soul; the soul at the same time being so strongly drawn towards God and Christ in heaven, that it seemed to the person as though soul and body would, as it were of themselves, of necessity mount up, leave the earth and ascend thither.

These effects on the body did not begin now in this wonderful season, that they should be owing to the induence of the example of the times, but about seven years ago; and began in a much higher degree, and greater fre- quency, near three years ago, when there was no such enthusiastical sea- son, as many account this, but it was a very dead time through the land. They arose from no distemper catched from Mr. White"eld or Mr. Tennent,3 because they began before either of them came into the country; they began, as I said, near three years ago, in a great increase, upon an extraordinary self- dedication, and renunciation of the world, and resignation of all to God, made in a great view of God’s excellency, and high exercise of love to him, and rest and joy in him; since which time they have been very frequent; and began in a yet higher degree, and greater frequency, about a year and [a] half ago, upon another new resignation of all to God, with a yet greater fer- vency and delight of soul; since which time the body has been very often fainting with the love of Christ; and began in a much higher degree still, the last winter, upon another resignation and ac cep tance of God, as the only portion and happiness of the soul, wherein the whole world, with the dear- est enjoyments in it, were renounced as dirt and dung, and all that is pleas- ant and glorious, and all that is terrible in this world, seemed perfectly to vanish into nothing, and nothing to be left but God, in whom the soul was perfectly swallowed up, as in an in"nite ocean of blessedness: since which time there have often been great agitations of body, and an unavoidable leap- ing for joy; and the soul as it were dwelling almost without interruption, in a kind of paradise; and very often, in high transports, disposed to speak of those great and glorious things of God and Christ, and the eternal world, that are in view, to others that are pres ent, in a most earnest manner, and

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4. I.e., Jonathan. 5. Roughly equivalent to “hysteria.”

6. Being emotionally overcome.

with a loud voice, so that it is next to impossible to avoid it: these effects on the body not arising from any bodily distemper or weakness, because the greatest of all have been in a good state of health. This great rejoicing has been a rejoicing with trembling, i.e. attended with a deep and lively sense of the greatness and majesty of God, and the person’s own exceeding littleness and vileness: spiritual joys in this person never were attended, either formerly or lately, with the least appearance of any laughter or lightness of counte- nance, or manner of speaking; but with a peculiar abhorrence of such appear- ances in spiritual rejoicings, especially since joys have been greatest of all. These high transports when they have been past, have had abiding effects in the increase of the sweetness, rest and humility that they have left upon the soul; and a new engagedness of heart to live to God’s honor, and watch and "ght against sin. And these things not in one that is in the giddy age of youth, nor in a new convert, and unexperienced Christian, but in one that was converted above twenty- seven years ago; and neither converted nor edu- cated in that enthusiastical town of Northampton (as some may be ready to call it), but in a town and family that none that I4 know of suspected of enthusiasm; and in a Christian that has been long, in an uncommon man- ner, growing in grace, and rising, by very sensible degrees, to higher love to God, and weanedness from the world, and mastery over sin and temptation, through great trials and condicts, and long continued struggling and "ght- ing with sin, and earnest and constant prayer and labor in religion, and enga- gedness of mind in the use of all means, attended with a great exactness of life: which growth has been attended, not only with a great increase of reli- gious affections, but with a wonderful alteration of outward be hav ior, in many things, vis i ble to those who are most intimately acquainted, so as lately to have become as it were a new person; and particularly in living so much more above the world, and in a greater degree of steadfastness and strength in the way of duty and self- denial, maintaining the Christian condict against temptations, and conquering from time to time under great trials; persist- ing in an unmoved, untouched calm and rest; under the changes and acci- dents of time.

The person had formerly in lower degrees of grace, been subject to unsteadiness, and many ups and downs, in the frame of mind; the mind being under great disadvantages, through a vapory habit of body,5 and often subject to melancholy, and at times almost overborne with it, it having been so even from early youth: but strength of grace, and divine light has of a long time, wholly conquered these disadvantages, and carried the mind in a constant manner, quite above all such effects of vapors.6 Since that resigna- tion spoken of before, made near three years ago, every thing of that nature seems to be overcome and crushed by the power of faith and trust in God, and resignation to him; the person has remained in a constant uninterrupted rest, and humble joy in God, and assurance of his favor, without one hour’s melancholy or darkness, from that day to this; vapors have had great effects on the body, such as they used to have before, but the soul has been always out of their reach. And this steadfastness and constancy has remained

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7. Cf. Romans 12.10. 8. As opposed to the elect who were not mem- bers of a congregation. “Sensible”: deeply felt.

9. A reference to the Lamb of God, i.e., Jesus Christ.

through great outward changes and trials; such as times of the most extreme pain, and apparent hazard of immediate death. What has been felt in late great transports is known to be nothing new in kind, but to be of the same nature with what was felt formerly, when a little child of about "ve or six years of age; but only in a vastly higher degree. These transporting views and rapturous affections are not attended with any enthusiastic disposition to follow impulses, or any supposed prophetical revelations; nor have they been observed to be attended with any appearance of spiritual pride, but very much of a contrary disposition, an increase of a spirit of humility and meek- ness, and a disposition in honor to prefer others.7 And ’tis worthy to be remarked, that at a time remarkably distinguished from all others, wherein discoveries and holy affections were evidently at the greatest height that ever happened, the greatness and clearness of divine light being overwhelming, and the strength and sweetness of divine love altogether overpowering, which began early in the morning of the Holy Sabbath, and lasted for days together, melting all down in the deepest humility and poverty of spirit, reverence and resignation, and the sweetest meekness, and universal benevolence; I say, ’tis worthy to be observed, that there were these two things in a remarkable manner felt at that time, viz. a peculiar sensible aversion to a judging others that were professing Christians of good standing in the vis i ble8 church, that they were not converted, or with re spect to their degrees of grace; or at all intermeddling with that matter, so much as to determine against and con- demn others in the thought of the heart; it appearing hateful, as not agree- ing with that lamb- like9 humility, meekness, gentleness and charity, which the soul then, above other times, saw the beauty of, and felt a disposition to. The disposition that was then felt was, on the contrary, to prefer others to self, and to hope that they saw more of God and loved him better; though before, under smaller discoveries and feebler exercises of divine affection, there had been felt a disposition to censure and condemn others. And another thing that was felt at that time, was a very great sense of the importance of moral social duties, and how great a part of religion lay in them: there was such a new sense and conviction of this, beyond what had been before, that it seemed to be as it were a clear discovery then made to the soul. But in general, there has been a very great increase of a sense of these two things, as divine views and divine love have increased.

The things already mentioned have been attended also with the following things, viz. an extraordinary sense of the awful majesty and greatness of God, so as oftentimes to take away the bodily strength; a sense of the holi- ness of God, as of a dame in"nitely pure and bright, so as sometimes to over- whelm soul and body; a sense of the piercing all- seeing eye of God, so as sometimes to take away the bodily strength; and an extraordinary view of the in"nite terribleness of the wrath of God, which has very frequently been strongly impressed on the mind, together with a sense of the ineffable mis- ery of sinners that are exposed to this wrath, that has been overbearing: sometimes the exceeding pollution of the person’s own heart, as a sink of all manner of abomination, and a nest of vipers, and the dreadfulness of an

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1. Psalm 85.10. 2. God made the Covenant of Works with Adam, who then broke it. Jesus Christ made the Cove-

nant of Grace with fallen humanity, declaring that believers in him would be saved. 3. Exodus 3.14.

eternal hell of God’s wrath, opened to view both together; with a clear view of a desert of that misery, without the least degree of divine pity, and that by the pollution of the best duties; yea, only by the pollution and irrever- ence, and want of humility that attended once speaking of the holy name of God, when done in the best manner that ever it was done; the strength of the body very often taken away with a deep mourning for sin, as committed against so holy and good a God, sometimes with an affecting sense of actual sin, sometimes especially indwelling sin, sometimes the consideration of the sin of the heart as appearing in a par tic u lar thing, as for instance, in that there was no greater forwardness and readiness to self- denial for God and Christ, that had so denied himself for us; yea, sometimes the consideration of sin that was in only speaking one word concerning the in"nitely great and holy God, has been so affecting as to overcome the strength of nature: very great sense of the certain truth of the great things revealed in the Gos- pel; an overwhelming sense of the glory of the work of redemption, and the way of salvation by Jesus Christ; the glorious harmony of the divine attri- butes appearing therein, as that wherein “mercy and truth are met together, and righ teousness and peace have kissed each other”;1 a sight of the fulness and glorious suf"ciency of Christ, that has been so affecting as to overcome the body: a constant immovable trust in God through Christ, with a great sense of his strength and faithfulness, the sureness of his covenant,2 and the immutability of his promises, so that the everlasting mountains and per- petual hills have appeared as mere shadows to these things: sometimes the suf"ciency and faithfulness of God as the covenant God of his people, appearing in these words, “I am that I am,” 3 in so affecting a manner as to overcome the body: a sense of the glorious, unsearchable, unerring wisdom of God in his works, both of creation and providence, so as to swallow up the soul, and overcome the strength of the body: a sweet rejoicing of soul at the thoughts of God’s being in"nitely and unchangeably happy, and an exult- ing gladness of heart that God is self- suf"cient, and in"nitely above all dependence, and reigns over all, and does his will with absolute and uncon- trollable power and sovereignty; a sense of the glory of the Holy Spirit, as the great Comforter, so as to overwhelm both soul and body; only mention- ing the word, “the Comforter,” has immediately taken away all strength; that word, as the person expressed it, seemed great enough to "ll heaven and earth: a most vehement and passionate desire of the honor and glory of God’s name; a sensible, clear and constant preference of it not only to the person’s own temporal interest, but spiritual comfort in this world; and a willingness to suffer the hidings of God’s face, and to live and die in darkness and hor- ror if God’s honor should require it, and to have no other reward for it but that God’s name should be glori"ed, although so much of the sweetness of the light of God’s countenance had been experienced: a great lamenting of ingratitude, and the lowness of the degree of love to God, so as to deprive of bodily strength; and very often vehement longings and faintings after more love to Christ, and greater conformity to him; especially longing after these two things, viz. to be more perfect in humility and adoration; the desh

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4. Job 15.26. A buckler is a shield, and the boss is the convex side of the shield.

and heart seems often to cry out for a lying low before God, and adoring him with greater love and humility: the thoughts of the perfect humility with which the saints in heaven worship God, and fall down before his throne, have often overcome the body, and set it into a great agitation.

A great delight in singing praises to God and Jesus Christ, and longing that this pres ent life may be, as it were, one continued song of praise to God; longing, as the person expressed it, to sit and sing this life away; and an over- coming plea sure in the thoughts of spending an eternity in that exercise: a living by faith to a great degree; a constant and extraordinary distrust of own strength and wisdom; a great dependence on God for his help, in order to the per for mance of anything to God’s ac cep tance, and being restrained from the most horrid sins, and running upon God, even on his neck, and “on the thick bosses of his bucklers”:4 such a sense of the black ingratitude of true saints’ coldness and deadness in religion, and their setting their hearts on the things of this world, as to overcome the bodily frame: a great longing that all the children of God might be lively in religion, fervent in their love, and active in the ser vice of God; and when there have been appearances of it in others, rejoicing so in beholding the pleasing sight, that the joy of soul has been too great for the body: taking plea sure in the thoughts of watching and striving against sin, and "ghting through the way to heaven, and "lling up this life with hard labor, and bearing the cross for Christ, as an opportu- nity to give God honor; not desiring to rest from labors till arrived in heaven, but abhorring the thoughts of it, and seeming astonished that God’s own children should be backward to strive and deny themselves for God: earnest longings that all God’s people might be clothed with humility and meekness, like the Lamb of God, and feel nothing in their hearts but love and compas- sion to all mankind; and great grief when anything to the contrary seems to appear in any of the children of God, as any bitterness, or "erceness of zeal, or censoriousness, or redecting uncharitably on others, or disputing with any appearance of heat of spirit; a deep concern for the good of others’ souls; a melting compassion to those that looked on themselves as in a state of nature, and to saints under darkness, so as to cause the body to faint: an universal benevolence to mankind, with a longing as it were to embrace the whole world in the arms of pity and love; ideas of suffering from enemies the utmost conceivable rage and cruelty, with a disposition felt to fervent love and pity in such a case, so far as it could be realized in thought; fainting with pity to the world that lies in ignorance and wickedness; sometimes a disposition felt to a life given up to mourning alone in a wilderness over a lost and miserable world; compassion towards them being often to that degree, that would allow of no support or rest, but in going to God, and pouring out the soul in prayer for them; earnest desires that the work of God that is now in the land, may be carried on, and that with greater purity, and freedom from all bitter zeal, censoriousness, spiritual pride, hot disputes, etc.

A vehement and constant desire for the setting up of Christ’s kingdom through the earth, as a kingdom of holiness, purity, love, peace and happi- ness to mankind: the soul often entertained with unspeakable delight, and bodily strength overborne at the thoughts of heaven as a world of love, where

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5. As if.

love shall be the saints’ eternal food, and they shall dwell in the light of love, and swim in an ocean of love, and where the very air and breath will be noth- ing but love; love to the people of God, or God’s true saints, as such that have the image of Christ, and as those that will in a very little time shine in his perfect image, that has been attended with that endearment and one- ness of heart, and that sweetness and ravishment of soul, that has been alto- gether inexpressible; the strength very often taken away with longings that others might love God more, and serve God better, and have more of his comfortable presence, than the person that was the subject of these long- ings, desiring to follow the whole world to heaven, or that every one should go before, and be higher in grace and happiness, not by this person’s dimi- nution, but by others’ increase: a delight in conversing of things of religion, and in seeing Christians together, talking of the most spiritual and heav- enly things in religion, in a lively and feeling manner, and very frequently overcome with the plea sure of such conversation: a great sense often expressed, of the importance of the duty of charity to the poor, and how much the generality of Christians come short in the practice of it: a great sense of the need God’s ministers have of much of the Spirit of God, at this day especially; and most earnest longings and wrestlings with God for them, so as to take away the bodily strength: the greatest, fullest, longest contin- ued, and most constant assurance of the favor of God, and of a title to future glory, that ever I saw any appearance of in any person, enjoying, especially of late (to use the person’s own expression) the riches of full assurance: for- merly longing to die with something of impatience, but lately, since that resignation forementioned about three years ago, an uninterrupted entire resignation to God with re spect to life or death, sickness or health, ease or pain, which has remained unchanged and unshaken, when actually under extreme and violent pains, and in times of threatenings of immediate death; but though there be this patience and submission, yet the thoughts of death and the day of judgment are always exceeding sweet to the soul. This resig- nation is also attended with a constant resignation of the lives of dearest earthly friends; and sometimes when some of their lives have been immi- nently threatened, often expressing the sweetness of the liberty of having wholly left the world, and renounced all for God, and having nothing but God, in whom is an in"nite fulness.

These things have been attended with a constant sweet peace and calm and serenity of soul, without any cloud to interrupt it; a continual rejoicing in all the works of God’s hands, the works of nature, and God’s daily works of providence, all appearing with a sweet smile upon them; a wonderful access to God by prayer, as it were5 seeing him, and sensibly immediately conversing with him, as much oftentimes (to use the person’s own expres- sions) as if Christ were here on earth, sitting on a vis i ble throne, to be approached to and conversed with; frequent, plain, sensible and immediate answers of prayer; all tears wiped away; all former trou bles and sorrows of life forgotten, and all sorrow and sighing ded away, excepting grief for past sins and for remaining corruption, and that Christ is loved no more, and that God is no more honored in the world, and a compassionate grief towards

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6. Those who profess faith. 7. Family. 8. John Wesley (1703-1790) and his brother, Charles (1707-1788), were En glish clergymen

instrumental in founding Methodism. 9. Aware. 1. I.e., in super"cialities. 2. I.e., through poor clothing.

fellow creatures; a daily sensible doing and suffering every thing for God for a long time past, eating for God, and working for God, and sleeping for God, and bearing pain and trou ble for God, and doing all as the ser vice of love, and so doing it with a continual, uninterrupted cheerfulness, peace and joy. “Oh how good,” said the person once, “is it to work for God in the daytime, and at night to lie down under his smiles!” High experiences and religious affections in this person have not been attended with any disposition at all to neglect the necessary business of a secular calling, to spend the time in reading and prayer, and other exercises of devotion; but worldly business has been attended with great alacrity, as part of the ser vice of God: the person declaring that it being done thus, ’tis found to be as good as prayer. These things have been accompanied with an exceeding concern and zeal for moral duties, and that all professors6 may with them adorn the doctrine of God their Saviour; and an uncommon care to perform relative7 and social duties, and a noted eminence in them; a great inoffensiveness of life and conversa- tion in the sight of others; a great meekness, gentleness and benevolence of spirit and be hav ior; and a great alteration in those things that formerly used to be the person’s failings; seeming to be much overcome and swallowed up by the late great increase of grace, to the observation of those that are most conversant and most intimately acquainted: in times of the brightest light and highest dights of love and joy, "nding no disposition to any opinion of being now perfectly free from sin (agreeable to the notion of the Wesleys and their followers,8 and some other high pretenders to spirituality in these days); but exceedingly the contrary: at such times especially, seeing how loathsome and polluted the soul is, soul and body and every act and word appearing like rottenness and corruption in that pure and holy light of God’s glory: not slighting instruction or means of grace any more for having had great discoveries; on the contrary, never more sensible9 of the need of instruc- tion than now. And one thing more may be added, viz. that these things have been attended with a par tic u lar dislike of placing religion much in dress,1 and spending much zeal about those things that in themselves are matters of indifference, or an affecting to shew humility and devotion by a mean habit,2 or a demure and melancholy countenance, or anything singu- lar and superstitious.

Now if such things are enthusiasm, and the fruits of a distempered brain, let my brain be evermore possessed of that happy distemper! If this be dis- traction, I pray God that the world of mankind may be all seized with this benign, meek, bene"cent, beati"cal, glorious distraction!

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1. Edwards delivered this sermon in Northamp- ton; it was published the following year at the request of his congregation. The text here is from The Works of Jonathan Edwards (1829–30), vol. 6, edited by Sereno E. Dwight. 2. Simon, son of Jona; also known as the Apostle Peter. 3. Matthew 16.14. Elias is the name used in the

New Testament for the prophet Elijah. 4. Abbreviation for videlicet: that is to say, namely (Latin). 5. A sect hostile to Jesus and known for their arrogance and pride (Matthew 9.9–13). “Scribes”: interpreters of the Jewish law. “Q.d.”: abbrevia- tion for quasi dicat: as if he should say (Latin).

A Divine and Supernatural Light1

immediately imparted to the soul by the spirit of god, shown to be both a scriptural and rational doctrine

Matthew 16.17 And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona;2 for "esh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven.

Christ addresses these words to Peter upon occasion of his professing his faith in Him as the Son of God. Our Lord was inquiring of His disciples, whom men said that He was; not that He needed to be informed, but only to introduce and give occasion to what follows. They answer that some said He was John the Baptist, and some Elias, and others Jeremias, or one of the prophets.3 When they had thus given an account whom others said that He was, Christ asks them, whom they said that He was? Simon Peter, whom we "nd always zealous and forward, was the "rst to answer: he readily replied to the question, Thou art Christ, the Son of the living God.

Upon this occasion, Christ says as He does to him and of him in the text: in which we may observe.

1. That Peter is pronounced blessed on this account.— Blessed art thou— “Thou art an happy man, that thou art not ignorant of this, that I am Christ, the Son of the living God. Thou art distinguishingly happy. Others are blinded, and have dark and deluded apprehensions, as you have now given an account, some thinking that I am Elias, and some that I am Jeremias, and some one thing, and some another: but none of them thinking right, all of them are misled. Happy art thou, that art so distinguished as to know the truth in this matter.”

2. The evidence of this his happiness declared, viz.,4 That God, and He only, had revealed it to him. This is an evidence of his being blessed.

First. As it shows how peculiarly favored he was of God above others; q.d., “How highly favored art thou, that others, wise and great men, the scribes, Pharisees,5 and rulers, and the nation in general, are left in darkness, to fol- low their own misguided apprehensions; and that thou shouldst be singled out, as it were, by name, that My heavenly Father should thus set His love on thee, Simon Bar- jona.— This argues thee blessed, that thou shouldst thus be the object of God’s distinguishing love.”

Secondly. It evidences his blessedness also, as it intimates that this knowl- edge is above any that desh and blood can reveal. “This is such knowledge as only my Father which is in heaven can give. It is too high and excellent to be communicated by such means as other knowledge is. Thou art blessed, that thou knowest what God alone can teach thee.”

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6. This Bible passage refers to God’s command to the people of Israel to make proper garments for Aaron’s priesthood.

7. Literally, turning something to pro"t; here, the lesson to be learned.

The original of this knowledge is here declared, both negatively and pos- itively. Positively, as God is here declared the author of it. Negatively, as it is declared, that desh and blood had not revealed it. God is the author of all knowledge and understanding whatsoever. He is the author of all moral pru- dence, and of the skill that men have in their secular business. Thus it is said of all in Israel that were wise- hearted and skilled in embroidering, that God had "lled them with the spirit of wisdom. Exodus 28.3.6

God is the author of such knowledge; yet so that desh and blood reveals it. Mortal men are capable of imparting the knowledge of human arts and sciences, and skill in temporal affairs. God is the author of such knowledge by those means: desh and blood is employed as the mediate or second cause of it; He conveys it by the power and induence of natu ral means. But this spiritual knowledge, spoken of in the text, is what God is the author of, and none else: He reveals it, and desh and blood reveals it not. He imparts this knowledge immediately, not making use of any intermediate natu ral causes, as He does in other knowledge.

What had passed in the preceding discourse naturally occasioned Christ to observe this; because the disciples had been telling how others did not know Him, but were generally mistaken about him, divided and confounded in their opinions of Him: but Peter had declared his assured faith, that He was the Son of God. Now it was natu ral to observe how it was not desh and blood that had revealed it to him, but God; for if this knowledge were depen- dent on natu ral causes or means, how came it to pass that they, a com pany of poor "shermen, illiterate men, and persons of low education, attained to the knowledge of the truth, while the Scribes and Pharisees, men of vastly higher advantages, and greater knowledge and sagacity, in other matters, remained in ignorance? This could be owing only to the gracious distinguish- ing induence and revelation of the Spirit of God. Hence, what I would make the subject of my pres ent discourse from these words, is this:

Doctrine

That there is such a thing as a spiritual and divine light, immediately imparted to the soul by God, of a dif fer ent nature from any that is obtained by natu ral means. And on this subject I would,

I. Show what this divine light is. II. How it is given immediately by God, and not obtained by natu ral means. III. Show the truth of the doctrine. And then conclude with a brief improvement.7

I. I would show what this spiritual and divine light is. And in order to it would show,

First, In a few things, what it is not. And here, 1. Those convictions that natu ral men may have of their sin and misery,

is not this spiritual and divine light. Men, in a natu ral condition, may have

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8. Those who are not yet saved. 9. Here, a living Christian who has passed from mere understanding of Christ’s doctrine to heart- felt commitment; such people were often called

“vis i ble saints.” 1. “ These be they who separate themselves, sen- sual, having not the Spirit.”

convictions of the guilt that lies upon them, and of the anger of God, and their danger of divine vengeance. Such convictions are from the light of truth. That some sinners have a greater conviction of their guilt and misery than others is because some have more light, or more of an apprehension of truth than others. And this light and conviction may be from the Spirit of God; the Spirit convinces men of sin; but yet nature is much more concerned in it than in the communication of that spiritual and divine light that is spo- ken of in the doctrine; it is from the Spirit of God only as assisting natu ral princi ples, and not as infusing any new princi ples. Common grace differs from special in that it induences only by assisting of nature, and not by imparting grace, or bestowing anything above nature. The light that is obtained is wholly natu ral, or of no superior kind to what mere nature attains to, though more of that kind be obtained than would be obtained if men were left wholly to themselves; or, in other words, common grace only assists the faculties of the soul to do that more fully which they do by nature, as natu ral conscience or reason will by mere nature make a man sensible of guilt, and will accuse and condemn him when he has done amiss. Conscience is a princi ple natu ral to men; and the work that it doth naturally, or of itself, is to give an apprehension of right and wrong, and to suggest to the mind the relation that there is between right and wrong and a retribution. The Spirit of God, in those convictions which unregenerate men8 sometimes have, assists conscience to do this work in a further degree than it would do if they were left to themselves. He helps it against those things that tend to stupify it, and obstruct its exercise. But in the renewing and sanctifying work of the Holy Ghost, those things are wrought in the soul that are above nature, and of which there is nothing of the like kind in the soul by nature; and they are caused to exist in the soul habitually, and according to such a stated constitution or law, that lays such a foundation for exercises in a continued course, as is called a princi ple of nature. Not only are remaining princi ples assisted to do their work more freely and fully, but those princi ples are restored that were utterly destroyed by the fall; and the mind thenceforward habitually exerts those acts that the dominion of sin had made it as wholly destitute of as a dead body is of vital acts.

The Spirit of God acts in a very dif fer ent manner in the one case, from what He doth in the other. He may, indeed, act upon the mind of a natu ral man, but He acts in the mind of a saint9 as an indwelling vital princi ple. He acts upon the mind of an unregenerate person as an extrinsic occasional agent; for, in acting upon them, He doth not unite himself to them: for, notwithstanding all His induences that they may possess, they are still sen- sual, having not the Spirit. Jude 19.1 But He unites himself with the mind of a saint, takes him for His temple, actuates and induences him as a new supernatural princi ple of life and action. There is this difference, that the Spirit of God, in acting in the soul of a godly man, exerts and communi- cates Himself there in His own proper nature. Holiness is the proper nature

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2. Genesis 1.2. 3. Satan, a fallen angel, is also known as Lucifer (from the Latin for “bringing light” and originally associated with the morning star, Venus).

4. People who erroneously claim to be inspired by the spirit of God. 5. Emotionally arousing.

of the Spirit of God. The Holy Spirit operates in the minds of the godly, by uniting Himself to them, and living in them, and exerting His own nature in the exercise of their faculties. The Spirit of God may act upon a creature, and yet not in acting communicate Himself. The Spirit of God may act upon inanimate creatures, as, the Spirit moved upon the face of the waters,2 in the beginning of the creation; so the Spirit of God may act upon the minds of men many ways, and communicate Himself no more than when He acts upon an inanimate creature. For instance, He may excite thoughts in them, may assist their natu ral reason and understanding, or may assist other natu ral princi ples, and this without any union with the soul, but may act, as it were, upon an external object. But as He acts in His holy indu- ences and spiritual operations, He acts in a way of peculiar communication of Himself; so that the subject is thence denominated spiritual.

2. This spiritual and divine light does not consist in any impression made upon the imagination. It is no impression upon the mind, as though one saw anything with the bodily eyes. It is no imagination or idea of an out- ward light or glory, or any beauty of form or countenance, or a vis i ble luster or brightness of any object. The imagination may be strongly impressed with such things; but this is not spiritual light. Indeed when the mind has a lively discovery of spiritual things, and is greatly affected with the power of divine light, it may, and prob ably very commonly doth, much affect the imagination; so that impressions of an outward beauty or brightness may accompany those spiritual discoveries. But spiritual light is not that impres- sion upon the imagination, but an exceedingly dif fer ent thing. Natu ral men may have lively impressions on their imaginations; and we cannot deter- mine but that the devil, who transforms himself into an angel of light,3 may cause imaginations of an outward beauty, or vis i ble glory, and of sounds and speeches, and other such things; but these are things of a vastly infe- rior nature to spiritual light.

3. This spiritual light is not the suggesting of any new truths or proposi- tions not contained in the word of God. This suggesting of new truths or doctrines to the mind, in de pen dent of any antecedent revelations of those propositions, either in word or writing, is inspiration; such as the prophets and apostles had, and such as some enthusiasts4 pretend to. But this spiri- tual light that I am speaking of, is quite a dif fer ent thing from inspiration. It reveals no new doctrine, it suggests no new proposition to the mind, it teaches no new thing of God, or Christ, or another world, not taught in the Bible, but only gives a due apprehension of those things that are taught in the word of God.

4. It is not every affecting5 view that men have of religious things that is this spiritual and divine light. Men by mere princi ples of nature are capable of being affected with things that have a special relation to religion as well as other things. A person by mere nature, for instance, may be liable to be affected with the story of Jesus Christ, and the sufferings he underwent, as well as by any other tragical story. He may be the more affected with it from

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6. Fanciful, imaginary. 7. I.e., evil.

8. Aware.

the interest he conceives mankind to have in it. Yea, he may be affected with it without believing it; as well as a man may be affected with what he reads in a romance, or sees acted in a stage play. He may be affected with a lively and eloquent description of many pleasant things that attend the state of the blessed in heaven, as well as his imagination be entertained by a romantic6 description of the pleasantness of fairyland, or the like. And a common belief of the truth of such things, from education or other wise, may help forward their affection. We read in Scripture of many that were greatly affected with things of a religious nature, who yet are there repre- sented as wholly graceless, and many of them very ill7 men. A person there- fore may have affecting views of the things of religion, and yet be very destitute of spiritual light. Flesh and blood may be the author of this; one man may give another an affecting view of divine things with but common assistance; but God alone can give a spiritual discovery of them.— But I proceed to show.

Secondly, Positively what this spiritual and divine light is. And it may be thus described: A true sense of the divine excellency of the

things revealed in the word of God, and a conviction of the truth and real ity of them thence arising. This spiritual light primarily consists in the former of these, viz., a real sense and apprehension of the divine excellency of things revealed in the word of God. A spiritual and saving conviction of the truth and real ity of these things, arises from such a sight of their divine excellency and glory; so that this conviction of their truth is an effect and natu ral consequence of this sight of their divine glory. There is therefore in this spiritual light,

1. A true sense of the divine and superlative excellency of the things of religion; a real sense of the excellency of God and Jesus Christ, and of the work of redemption, and the ways and works of God revealed in the gospel. There is a divine and superlative glory in these things; an excellency that is of a vastly higher kind, and more sublime nature than in other things; a glory greatly distinguishing them from all that is earthly and temporal. He that is spiritually enlightened truly apprehends and sees it, or has a sense of it. He does not merely rationally believe that God is glorious, but he has a sense of the gloriousness of God in his heart. There is not only a rational belief that God is holy, and that holiness is a good thing, but there is a sense of the loveliness of God’s holiness. There is not only a speculatively judging that God is gracious, but a sense how amiable God is on account of the beauty of this divine attribute.

There is a twofold knowledge of good of which God has made the mind of man capable. The "rst, that which is merely notional; as when a person only speculatively judges that anything is, which by the agreement of mankind, is called good or excellent, viz., that which is most to general advantage, and between which and a reward there is a suitableness,— and the like. And the other is, that which consists in the sense of the heart; as when the heart is sensible8 of plea sure and delight in the presence of the idea of it. In the former is exercised merely the speculative faculty, or the

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understanding, in distinction from the will or disposition of the soul. In the latter, the will, or inclination, or heart, are mainly concerned.

Thus there is a difference between having an opinion, that God is holy and gracious, and having a sense of the loveliness and beauty of that holi- ness and grace. There is a difference between having a rational judgment that honey is sweet, and having a sense of its sweetness. A man may have the former, that knows not how honey tastes; but a man cannot have the latter unless he has an idea of the taste of honey in his mind. So there is a difference between believing that a person is beautiful, and having a sense of his beauty. The former may be obtained by hearsay, but the latter only by seeing the countenance. When the heart is sensible of the beauty and ami- ableness of a thing, it necessarily feels plea sure in the apprehension. It is implied in a person’s being heartily sensible of the loveliness of a thing, that the idea of it is pleasant to his soul; which is a far dif fer ent thing from hav- ing a rational opinion that it is excellent.

2. There arises from this sense of the divine excellency of things contained in the word of God, a conviction of the truth and real ity of them; and that, either indirectly or directly.

First, Indirectly, and that two ways: 1. As the prejudices of the heart, against the truth of divine things, are

hereby removed; so that the mind becomes susceptive of the due force of rational arguments for their truth. The mind of man is naturally full of prej- udices against divine truth. It is full of enmity against the doctrines of the gospel; which is a disadvantage to those arguments that prove their truth, and causes them to lose their force upon the mind. But when a person has discovered to him the divine excellency of Christian doctrines, this destroys the enmity, removes those prejudices, sancti"es the reason, and causes it to lie open to the force of arguments for their truth.

Hence was the dif fer ent effect that Christ’s miracles had to convince the disciples, from what they had to convince the Scribes and Pharisees. Not that they had a stronger reason, or had their reason more improved; but their reason was sancti"ed, and those blinding prejudices, that the Scribes and Pharisees were under, were removed by the sense they had of the excel- lency of Christ, and his doctrine.

It not only removes the hindrances of reason, but positively helps reason. It makes even the speculative notions more lively. It engages the attention of the mind, with more "xedness and intenseness to that kind of objects; which causes it to have a clearer view of them, and enables it more clearly to see their mutual relations, and occasions it to take more notice of them. The ideas themselves that other wise are dim and obscure are by this means impressed with the greater strength, and have a light cast upon them, so that the mind can better judge of them. As he that beholds objects on the face of the earth, when the light of the sun is cast upon them, is under greater advantage to discern them in their true forms and natu ral relations, than he that sees them in a dim twilight.

The mind, being sensible of the excellency of divine objects, dwells upon them with delight; and the powers of the soul are more awakened and enliv- ened to employ themselves in the contemplation of them, and exert them- selves more fully and much more to the purpose. The beauty of the objects draws on the faculties, and draws forth their exercises; so that reason itself

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9. “But if our gospel be hid, it is hid to them that are lost: In whom the god of this world hath blinded the minds of them which believe not, lest the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is

the image of God, should shine unto them.” 1. “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.”

is under far greater advantages for its proper and free exercises, and to attain its proper end, free of darkness and delusion.— But,

Secondly, A true sense of the divine excellency of the things of God’s word doth more directly and immediately convince us of their truth; and that because the excellency of these things is so superlative. There is a beauty in them so divine and godlike, that it greatly and evidently distinguishes them from things merely human, or that of which men are the inventors and authors; a glory so high and great, that when clearly seen, commands assent to their divine real ity. When there is an actual and lively discovery of this beauty and excellency, it will not allow of any such thought as that it is the fruit of men’s invention. This is a kind of intuitive and immediate evi- dence. They believe the doctrines of God’s word to be divine, because they see a divine, and transcendent, and most evidently distinguishing glory in them; such a glory as, if clearly seen, does not leave room to doubt of their being of God, and not of men.

Such a conviction of the truths of religion as this, arising from a sense of their divine excellency, is included in saving faith. And this original of it is that by which it is most essentially distinguished from that common assent, of which unregenerate men are capable.

II. I proceed now to the second thing proposed, viz., to show how this light is immediately given by God, and not obtained by natu ral means. And here,

1. It is not intended that the natu ral faculties are not used in it. They are the subject of this light: and in such a manner, that they are not merely pas- sive, but active in it. God, in letting in this light into the soul, deals with man according to his nature, and makes use of his rational faculties. But yet this light is not the less immediately from God for that; the faculties are made use of as the subject, and not as the cause. As the use we make of our eyes in beholding vari ous objects, when the sun arises, is not the cause of the light that discovers those objects to us.

2. It is not intended that outward means have no concern in this affair. It is not in this affair, as in inspiration, where new truths are suggested; for, by this light is given only a due apprehension of the same truths that are revealed in the word of God, and therefore it is not given without the word. The gospel is employed in this affair. This light is the “light of the glorious gospel of Christ” (2 Corinthians 4.3–4).9 The gospel is as a glass, by which this light is conveyed to us (1 Corinthians 13.12): “Now we see through a glass.”1— But,

3. When it is said that this light is given immediately by God, and not obtained by natu ral means, hereby is intended that it is given by God with- out making use of any means that operate by their own power or natu ral force. God makes use of means; but it is not as mediate causes to produce this effect. There are not truly any second causes of it; but it is produced by God immediately. The word of God is no proper cause of this effect, but is made use of only to convey to the mind the subject matter of this saving

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instruction: And this indeed it doth convey to us by natu ral force or indu- ence. It conveys to our minds these doctrines; it is the cause of a notion of them in our heads, but not of the sense of their divine excellency in our hearts. Indeed a person cannot have spiritual light without the word. But that does not argue, that the word properly causes that light. The mind can- not see the excellency of any doctrine, unless that doctrine be "rst in the mind; but seeing the excellency of the doctrine may be immediately from the Spirit of God; though the conveying of the doctrine, or proposition, itself, may be by the word. So that the notions which are the subject matter of this light are conveyed to the mind by the word of God; but that due sense of the heart, wherein this light formally consists, is immediately by the Spirit of God. As, for instance, the notion that there is a Christ, and that Christ is holy and gracious, is conveyed to the mind by the word of God: But the sense of the excellency of Christ, by reason of that holiness and grace, is nevertheless, immediately the work of the Holy Spirit.— I come now,

III. To show the truth of the doctrine; that is, to show that there is such a thing as that spiritural light that has been described, thus immediately let into the mind by God. And here I would show, briedy, that this doctrine is both scriptural and rational.

First, It is scriptural. My text is not only full to the purpose, but it is a doctrine with which the Scripture abounds. We are there abundantly taught, that the saints differ from the ungodly in this; that they have the knowledge of God, and a sight of God, and of Jesus Christ. I shall mention but few texts out of many: 1 John 3.6: “Whosoever sinneth, hath not seen him, nor known him.” 3 John 11: “He that doeth good, is of God: but he that doeth evil, hath not seen God.” John 14.19: “The world seeth me no more; but ye see me.” John 17.3: “And this is eternal life, that they might know thee, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom thou hast sent.” This knowledge, or sight of God and Christ, cannot be a mere speculative knowl- edge, because it is spoken of as that wherein they differ from the ungodly. And by these scriptures, it must not only be a dif fer ent knowledge in degree and circumstances, and dif fer ent in its effects, but it must be entirely dif- fer ent in nature and kind.

And this light and knowledge is always spoken of as immediately given of God; Matthew 11.25–27: “At that time, Jesus answered and said, I thank thee, O Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because thou hast hid these things from the wise and prudent, and hast revealed them unto babes. Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in thy sight. All things are delivered unto me of my Father: and no man knoweth the Father, save the Son, and he to whomsoever the Son will reveal him.” Here this effect is ascribed exclu- sively to the arbitrary operation and gift of God bestowing this knowledge on whom He will, and distinguishing those with it who have the least natu- ral advantage or means for knowledge, even babes, when it is denied to the wise and prudent. And imparting this knowledge is here appropriated to the Son of God, as His sole prerogative. And again, 2 Corinthians 4.6: “For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God, in the face of Jesus Christ.” This plainly shows, that there is a discovery of the divine super- lative glory and excellency of God and Christ, peculiar to the saints: and,

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2. The waters of the Red Sea divided for the Israelites in their exodus from Egypt (Exodus 14.21). 3. The agreement between Jesus Christ and

those who believe in him that they would be saved; also known as the Covenant of Faith, as distinct from the Covenant of Works, which Adam broke.

also, that it is as immediately from God, as light from the sun, and that it is the immediate effect of His power and will. For it is compared to God’s creating the light by his power ful word in the beginning of the creation; and is said to be by the Spirit of the Lord, in the 18th verse of the preceding chapter. God is spoken of as giving the knowledge of Christ in conversion, as of what before was hidden and unseen; Galatians 1.15–16: “But when it pleased God, who separated me from my mother’s womb, and called me by his grace, to reveal his son in me.” The scripture also speaks plainly of such a knowledge of the word of God, as has been described as the immediate gift of God; Psalm 119.18: “Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold won- drous things out of thy law.” What could the Psalmist mean, when he begged of God to open his eyes? Was he ever blind? Might he not have resort to the law, and see every word and sentence in it when he pleased? And what could he mean by those wondrous things? Were they the wonder- ful stories of the creation, and deluge, and Israel’s passing through the Red Sea,2 and the like? Were not his eyes open to read these strange things when he would? Doubtless, by wondrous things in God’s law, he had re spect to those distinguishing and wonderful excellencies, and marvelous mani- festations of the divine perfections and glory contained in the commands and doctrines of the word, and those works and counsels of God that were there revealed. So the scripture speaks of a knowledge of God’s dispensa- tion, and covenant of mercy,3 and way of grace towards His people, as pecu- liar to the saints, and given only by God; Psalm 25.14: “The secret of the Lord is with them that fear him; and he will show them his covenant.”

And that a true and saving belief of the truth of religion is that which arises from such a discovery is, also, what the scripture teaches. As John 6.40: “And this is the will of him that sent me, that every one who seeth the Son, and believeth on him, may have everlasting life”; where it is plain that a true faith is what arises from a spiritual sight of Christ. And John 17.6–8: “I have manifested thy name unto the men which thou gavest me out of the world. Now, they have known, that all things whatsoever thou hast given me, are of thee. For I have given unto them the words which thou gavest me, and they have received them, and have known surely, that I came out from thee, and they have believed that thou didst send me”; where Christ’s manifesting God’s name to the disciples, or giving them the knowledge of God, was that whereby they knew that Christ’s doctrine was of God, and that Christ Himself proceeded from Him, and was sent by Him. Again, John 12.44–46: “Jesus cried, and said, He that believeth on me, believeth not on me but on him that sent me. And he that seeth me, seeth him that sent me. I am come a light into the world, that whosoever believeth on me, should not abide in darkness.” Their believing in Christ, and spiritually see- ing Him, are parallel.

Christ condemns the Jews, that they did not know that He was the Messiah, and that His doctrine was true, from an inward distinguishing taste and relish of what was divine, in Luke 12.56–57. He having there blamed

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4. Capable of being grasped by the mind, understandable. 5. In Matthew 17.1–8, Christ appeared to Peter,

James, and John shining “as the sun” and his garments “white as the light.” 6. See Revelation 4.

the Jews, that, though they could discern the face of the sky and of the earth, and signs of the weather, that yet they could not discern those times—or, as it is expressed in Matthew, the signs of those times— adds, “yea, and why even of your ownselves, judge ye not what is right?” i.e., without extrinsic signs. Why have ye not that sense of true excellency, whereby ye may distin- guish that which is holy and divine? Why have ye not that savor of the things of God, by which you may see the distinguishing glory, and evident divinity of me and my doctrine?

The apostle Peter mentions it as what gave him and his companions good and well- grounded assurance of the truth of the gospel, that they had seen the divine glory of Christ. 2 Peter 1.16: “For we have not followed cunningly devised fables, when we made known unto you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but were eye- witnesses of his majesty.” The apostle has re spect to that vis i ble glory of Christ which they saw in His trans"gura- tion. That glory was so divine, having such an ineffable appearance and semblance of divine holiness, majesty, and grace, that it evidently denoted Him to be a divine person. But if a sight of Christ’s outward glory might give a rational assurance of His divinity, why may not an apprehension of His spiritual glory do so too? Doubtless Christ’s spiritual glory is in itself as distinguishing, and as plainly shows His divinity, as His outward glory— nay, a great deal more, for His spiritual glory is that wherein His divinity consists; and the outward glory of His trans"guration showed Him to be divine, only as it was a remarkable image or repre sen ta tion of that spiritual glory. Doubtless, therefore, he that has had a clear sight of the spiritual glory of Christ, may say, “I have not followed cunningly devised fables, but have been an eyewitness of His majesty, upon as good grounds as the apos- tle, when he had re spect to the outward glory of Christ that he had seen.” But this brings me to what was proposed next, viz., to show that,

Secondly, This doctrine is rational.4 1. It is rational to suppose, that there is really such an excellency in divine

things—so transcendent and exceedingly dif fer ent from what is in other things— that if it were seen, would most evidently distinguish them. We cannot rationally doubt but that things divine, which appertain to the supreme Being, are vastly dif fer ent from things that are human; that there is a high, glorious, and godlike excellency in them that does most remarkably difference them from the things that are of men, insomuch that if the difference were but seen, it would have a convincing, satisfying indu- ence upon anyone that they are divine. What reason can be offered against it unless we would argue that God is not remarkably distinguished in glory from men.

If Christ should now appear to any one as he did on the mount at His trans"guration,5 or if He should appear to the world in His heavenly glory, as He will do at the Day of Judgment,6 without doubt, His glory and majesty would be such as would satisfy every one that He was a divine person, and that His religion was true; and it would be a most reasonable, and well grounded conviction too. And why may there not be that stamp of divinity

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7. Composition. 8. Low, unethical.

or divine glory on the word of God, on the scheme and doctrine of the gospel, that may be in like manner distinguishing and as rationally convincing, provided it be but seen? It is rational to suppose, that when God speaks to the world, there should be something in His word vastly dif fer ent from men’s word. Supposing that God never had spoken to the world, but we had notice that He was about to reveal Himself from heaven and speak to us immediately Himself, or that He should give us a book of His own inditing;7 after what manner should we expect that He would speak? Would it not be rational to suppose, that His speech would be exceeding dif fer ent from men’s speech, that there should be such an excellency and sublimity in His word, such a stamp of wisdom, holiness, majesty, and other divine perfec- tions, that the word of men, yea of the wisest of men, should appear mean8 and base in comparison of it? Doubtless it would be thought rational to expect this, and unreasonable to think other wise. When a wise man speaks in the exercise of His wisdom, there is something in every thing He says, that is very distinguishable from the talk of a little child. So, without doubt, and much more is the speech of God, to be distinguished from that of the wisest of men; agreeable to Jeremiah 23.28–29. God, having there been reproving the false prophets that prophesied in his name, and pretended that what they spake was His word, when indeed it was their own word, says, “The prophet that hath a dream, let him tell a dream; and he that hath my word let him speak my word faithfully: what is the chaff to the wheat? saith the Lord. Is not my word like as a "re? saith the Lord: and like a ham- mer that breaketh the rock in pieces?”

2. If there be such a distinguishing excellency in divine things, it is ratio- nal to suppose that there may be such a thing as seeing it. What should hinder but that it may be seen? It is no argument that there is no such dis- tinguishing excellency, or that it cannot be seen, because some do not see it, though they may be discerning men in temporal matters. It is not ratio- nal to suppose, if there be any such excellency in divine things, that wicked men should see it. Is it rational to suppose that those whose minds are full of spiritual pollution, and under the power of "lthy lusts, should have any relish or sense of divine beauty or excellency; or that their minds should be susceptive of that light that is in its own nature so pure and heav- enly? It need not seem at all strange that sin should so blind the mind, see- ing that men’s par tic u lar natu ral tempers and dispositions will so much blind them in secular matters; as when men’s natu ral temper is melancholy, jealous, fearful, proud, or the like.

3. It is rational to suppose that this knowledge should be given immedi- ately by God, and not be obtained by natu ral means. Upon what account should it seem unreasonable that there should be any immediate communi- cation between God and the creature? It is strange, that men should make any matter of dif"culty of it. Why should not He that made all things still have something immediately to do with the things that He has made? Where lies the great dif"culty, if we own the being of a God, and that He created all things out of nothing, of allowing some immediate induence of God on the creation still? And if it be reasonable to suppose it with re spect

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9. I.e., it is through reason that God communicates grace via things and persons (i.e., “means”).

to any part of the creation, it is especially so with re spect to reasonable, intelligent creatures; who are next to God in the gradation of the dif fer ent orders of beings, and whose business is most immediately with God; and reason teaches that man was made to serve and glorify his Creator. And if it be rational to suppose that God immediately communicates Himself to man in any affair, it is in this. It is rational to suppose that God would reserve that knowledge and wisdom, which is of such a divine and excellent nature, to be bestowed immediately by Himself, and that it should not be left in the power of second causes. Spiritual wisdom and grace is the high- est and most excellent gift that ever God bestows on any creature; in this, the highest excellency and perfection of a rational creature consists. It is also im mensely the most impor tant of all divine gifts: it is that wherein man’s happiness consists, and on which his everlasting welfare depends. How rational is it to suppose that God, however He has left lower gifts to second causes, and in some sort in their power, yet should reserve this most excellent, divine, and impor tant of all divine communications in His own hands to be bestowed immediately by Himself, as a thing too great for second causes to be concerned in. It is rational to suppose that this blessing should be immediately from God, for there is no gift or bene"t that is in itself so nearly related to the divine nature. Nothing which the creature receives is so much a participation of the Deity; it is a kind of emanation of God’s beauty, and is related to God as the light is to the sun. It is, therefore, congruous and "t, that when it is given of God, it should be immediately from Himself, and by Himself, according to His own sovereign will.

It is rational to suppose, that it should be beyond man’s power to obtain this light by the mere strength of natu ral reason; for it is not a thing that belongs to reason to see the beauty and loveliness of spiritual things; it is not a speculative thing, but depends on the sense of the heart. Reason, indeed, is necessary, in order to it, as it is by reason only that we are become the subjects of the means of it; which means, I have already shown to be necessary in order to it, though they have no proper causal induence in the affair.9 It is by reason that we become possessed of a notion of those doc- trines that are the subject matter of this divine light or knowledge; and reason may many ways be indirectly and remotely an advantage to it. Rea- son has also to do in the acts that are immediately consequent on this dis- covery: for, seeing the truth of religion from hence, is by reason, though it be but by one step, and the inference be immediate. So reason has to do in that accepting of and trusting in Christ that is consequent on it. But if we take reason strictly— not for the faculty of mental perception in general, but for ratiocination, or a power of inferring by arguments— the perceiving of spiritual beauty and excellency no more belongs to reason than it belongs to the sense of feeling to perceive colors, or to the power of seeing to per- ceive the sweetness of food. It is out of reason’s province to perceive the beauty or loveliness of anything; such a perception does not belong to that faculty. Reason’s work is to perceive truth and not excellency. It is not ratio- cination that gives men the perception of the beauty and amiableness of a countenance, though it may be many ways indirectly an advantage to it; yet

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it is no more reason that immediately perceives it than it is reason that per- ceives the sweetness of honey; it depends on the sense of the heart. Reason may determine that a countenance is beautiful to others, it may determine that honey is sweet to others, but it will never give me a perception of its sweetness.

I will conclude with a very brief improvement of what has been said. First, this doctrine may lead us to redect on the goodness of God, that

has so ordered it, that a saving evidence of the truth of the Gospel is such as is attainable by persons of mean capacities and advantages, as well as those that are of the greatest parts and learning. If the evidence of the Gos- pel depended only on history and such reasonings as learned men only are capable of, it would be above the reach of far the greatest part of mankind. But persons with an ordinary degree of knowledge are capable, without a long and subtle train of reasoning, to see the divine excellency of the things of religion; they are capable of being taught by the Spirit of God, as well as learned men. The evidence that is this way obtained is vastly better and more satisfying than all that can be obtained by the arguings of those that are most learned and greatest masters of reason. And babes are as capable of knowing these things as the wise and prudent; and they are often hid from these when they are revealed to those. 1 Corinthians 1.26–27: “For ye see your calling, brethren, how that not many wise men, after the desh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called. But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world.”

Secondly, This doctrine may well put us upon examining ourselves, whether we have ever had this divine light let into our souls. If there be such a thing, doubtless it is of great importance whether we have thus been taught by the Spirit of God; whether the light of the glorious gospel of Christ, who is the image of God, hath shined unto us, giving us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ; whether we have seen the Son, and believed on Him, or have that faith of gospel doc- trines which arises from a spiritual sight of Christ.

Thirdly, All may hence be exhorted earnestly to seek this spiritual light. To induence and move to it, the following things may be considered.

1. This is the most excellent and divine wisdom that any creature is capa- ble of. It is more excellent than any human learning; it is far more excellent than all the knowledge of the greatest phi los o phers or statesmen. Yea, the least glimpse of the glory of God in the face of Christ doth more exalt and ennoble the soul than all the knowledge of those that have the greatest speculative understanding in divinity without grace. This knowledge has the most noble object that can be, viz., the divine glory and excellency of God and Christ. The knowledge of these objects is that wherein consists the most excellent knowledge of the angels, yea, of God Himself.

2. This knowledge is that which is above all others sweet and joyful. Men have a great deal of plea sure in human knowledge, in studies of natu ral things; but this is nothing to that joy which arises from this divine light shin- ing into the soul. This light gives a view of those things that are im mensely the most exquisitely beautiful and capable of delighting the eye of the under- standing. The spiritual light is the dawning of the light of glory in the heart. There is nothing so power ful as this to support persons in afdiction, and to give the mind peace and brightness in this stormy and dark world.

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1. Draw us away. 2. Union. 1. Edwards delivered this sermon in En"eld, Connecticut, a town about thirty miles south of Northampton. According to Benjamin Trumbull’s A Complete History of Connecticut (1797, 1818), Edwards read his sermon in a level voice with his sermon book in his left hand, and in spite of his calm, “ there was such a breathing of distress, and weeping, that the preacher was obliged to speak to the people and desire silence, that he might be heard.” The text here is from The Works of Jona- than Edwards (1829–30), vol. 7, edited by Sereno E. Dwight. 2. “To me belongeth vengeance, and recom-

pense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.” 3. I.e., the Ten Commandments. 4. “For they are a nation void of counsel, neither is there any understanding in them” (Deuteron- omy 32.28). 5. “For their vine is of the vine of Sodom, and the "elds of Gomorrah: their grapes are grapes of gall, their clusters are bitter: Their wine is the poison of dragons, and the cruel venom of asps” (Deuteronomy 32.32–33). Sodom and Gomorrah were wicked cities destroyed by a rain of "re and sulfur from heaven (Genesis 19.24).

3. This light is such as effectually induences the inclination and changes the nature of the soul. It assimilates our nature to the divine nature, and changes the soul into an image of the same glory that is beheld. 2 Corinthi- ans 3.18: “But we all with open face, beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image, from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.” This knowledge will wean1 from the world, and raise the inclination to heavenly things. It will turn the heart to God as the foun- tain of good, and to choose Him for the only portion. This light, and this only, will bring the soul to a saving close2 with Christ. It conforms the heart to the gospel, morti"es its enmity and opposition against the scheme of salva- tion therein revealed; it causes the heart to embrace the joyful tidings, and entirely to adhere to, and acquiesce in, the revelation of Christ as our Savior; it causes the whole soul to accord and symphonize with it, admitting it with entire credit and re spect, cleaving to it with full inclination and affec- tion; and it effectually disposes the soul to give up itself entirely to Christ.

4. This light, and this only, has its fruit in an universal holiness of life. No merely notional or speculative understanding of the doctrines of reli- gion will ever bring to this. But this light, as it reaches the bottom of the heart, and changes the nature, so it will effectually dispose to an universal obedience. It shows God as worthy to be obeyed and served. It draws forth the heart in a sincere love to God, which is the only princi ple of a true, gra- cious, and universal obedience, and it convinces of the real ity of those glorious rewards that God has promised to them that obey Him.

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Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God1

Deuteronomy 32.35 Their foot shall slide in due time.2

In this verse is threatened the vengeance of God on the wicked unbelieving Israelites, who were God’s vis i ble people, and who lived under the means of grace,3 but who, notwithstanding all God’s wonderful works towards them, remained (as in verse 28)4 void of counsel, having no understanding in them. Under all the cultivations of heaven, they brought forth bitter and poison- ous fruit, as in the two verses next preceding the text.5 The expression I have

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6. Lack. 7. I.e., rescue others.

chosen for my text, “Their foot shall slide in due time,” seems to imply the following things, relating to the punishment and destruction to which these wicked Israelites were exposed.

1. That they were always exposed to destruction; as one that stands or walks in slippery places is always exposed to fall. This is implied in the man- ner of their destruction coming upon them, being represented by their foot sliding. The same is expressed, Psalm 73.18: “Surely thou didst set them in slippery places; thou castedst them down into destruction.”

2. It implies that they were always exposed to sudden unexpected destruc- tion. As he that walks in slippery places is every moment liable to fall, he cannot foresee one moment whether he shall stand or fall the next; and when he does fall, he falls at once without warning: which is also expressed in Psalm 73.18–19: “Surely thou didst set them in slippery places; thou cast- edst them down into destruction: How are they brought into desolation as in a moment!”

3. Another thing implied is, that they are liable to fall of themselves, with- out being thrown down by the hand of another; as he that stands or walks on slippery ground needs nothing but his own weight to throw him down.

4. That the reason why they are not fallen already, and do not fall now, is only that God’s appointed time is not come. For it is said that when that due time, or appointed times comes, their foot shall slide. Then they shall be left to fall, as they are inclined by their own weight. God will not hold them up in these slippery places any longer, but will let them go; and then, at that very instant, they shall fall into destruction; as he that stands on such slip- pery declining ground, on the edge of a pit, he cannot stand alone, when he is let go he immediately falls and is lost.

The observation from the words that I would now insist upon is this. “ There is nothing that keeps wicked men at any one moment out of hell, but the mere plea sure of God.” By the mere plea sure of God, I mean His sover- eign plea sure, His arbitrary will, restrained by no obligation, hindered by no manner of dif"culty, any more than if nothing else but God’s mere will had in the least degree, or in any re spect whatsoever, any hand in the pres- ervation of wicked men one moment. The truth of this observation may appear by the following considerations.

1. There is no want6 of power in God to cast wicked men into hell at any moment. Men’s hands cannot be strong when God rises up. The strongest have no power to resist Him, nor can any deliver7 out of His hands. He is not only able to cast wicked men into hell, but He can most easily do it. Sometimes an earthly prince meets with a great deal of dif"culty to subdue a rebel, who has found means to fortify himself, and has made himself strong by the numbers of his followers. But it is not so with God. There is no for- tress that is any defense from the power of God. Though hand join in hand, and vast multitudes of God’s enemies combine and associate themselves, they are easily broken in pieces. They are as great heaps of light chaff before the whirlwind; or large quantities of dry stubble before devouring dames. We "nd it easy to tread on and crush a worm that we see crawling on the earth; so it is easy for us to cut or singe a slender thread that any thing

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8. A legal phrase referring to the phase after an arraignment, when the accused is sent to trial. Here, it means condemned.

9. Sharpened. 1. “Or if he shall ask an egg, will he offer him a scorpion?”

hangs by: thus easy is it for God, when he pleases, to cast His enemies down to hell. What are we, that we should think to stand before Him, at whose rebuke the earth trembles, and before whom the rocks are thrown down?

2. They deserve to be cast into hell; so that divine justice never stands in the way, it makes no objection against God’s using His power at any moment to destroy them. Yea, on the contrary, justice calls aloud for an in"nite pun- ishment of their sins. Divine justice says of the tree that brings forth such grapes of Sodom, “Cut it down, why cumbereth it the ground?” Luke 13.7. The sword of divine justice is every moment brandished over their heads, and it is nothing but the hand of arbitrary mercy, and God’s will, that holds it back.

3. They are already under a sentence of condemnation to hell. They do not only justly deserve to be cast down thither, but the sentence of the law of God, that eternal and immutable rule of righ teousness that God has "xed between Him and mankind, is gone out against them, and stands against them; so that they are bound over8 already to hell. John 3.18: “He that believeth not is condemned already.” So that every unconverted man prop- erly belongs to hell; that is his place; from thence he is, John 8.23: “Ye are from beneath.” And thither he is bound; it is the place that justice, and God’s word, and the sentence of his unchangeable law assign to him.

4. They are now the objects of that very same anger and wrath of God that is expressed in the torments of hell. And the reason why they do not go down to hell at each moment is not because God, in whose power they are, is not then very angry with them as He is with many miserable creatures now tormented in hell, who there feel and bear the "erceness of His wrath. Yea, God is a great deal more angry with great numbers that are now on earth: yea, doubtless, with many that are now in this congregation, who it may be are at ease, than He is with many of those who are now in the dames of hell.

So that it is not because God is unmindful of their wickedness, and does not resent it, that He does not let loose His hand and cut them off. God is not altogether such an one as themselves, though they may imagine Him to be so. The wrath of God burns against them, their damnation does not slum- ber; the pit is prepared, the "re is made ready, the furnace is now hot, ready to receive them; the dames do now rage and glow. The glittering sword is whet,9 and held over them, and the pit hath opened its mouth under them.

5. The devil stands ready to fall upon them, and seize them as his own, at what moment God shall permit him. They belong to him; he has their souls in his possession, and under his dominion. The Scripture represents them as his goods, Luke 11.12.1 The dev ils watch them; they are ever by them at their right hand; they stand waiting for them, like greedy hungry lions that see their prey, and expect to have it, but are for the pres ent kept back. If God should withdraw His hand, by which they are restrained, they would in one moment dy upon their poor souls. The old serpent is gaping for them; hell opens its mouth wide to receive them; and if God should permit it, they would be hastily swallowed up and lost.

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2. “But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.” 3. Job 38.11.

4. I.e., unregenerate, unsaved. 5. “Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that dieth by day” (Psalm 91.5).

6. There are in the souls of wicked men those hellish princi ples reigning that would presently kindle and dame out into hell "re, if it were not for God’s restraints. There is laid in the very nature of carnal men a foundation for the torments of hell. There are those corrupt princi ples, in reigning power in them, and in full possession of them, that are seeds of hell "re. These princi ples are active and power ful, exceeding violent in their nature, and if it were not for the restraining hand of God upon them, they would soon break out, they would dame out after the same manner as the same corrup- tions, the same enmity does in the hearts of damned souls, and would beget the same torments as they do in them. The souls of the wicked are in Scrip- ture compared to the troubled sea, Isaiah 57.20.2 For the pres ent, God restrains their wickedness by His mighty power, as He does the raging waves of the troubled sea, saying, “Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further;”3 but if God should withdraw that restraining power, it would soon carry all before it. Sin is the ruin and misery of the soul; it is destructive in its nature; and if God should leave it without restraint, there would need nothing else to make the soul perfectly miserable. The corruption of the heart of man is immoderate and boundless in its fury; and while wicked men live here, it is like "re pent up by God’s restraints, whereas if it were let loose, it would set on "re the course of nature; and as the heart is now a sink of sin, so if sin was not restrained, it would immediately turn the soul into a "ery oven, or a furnace of "re and brimstone.

7. It is no security to wicked men for one moment that there are no vis i ble means of death at hand. It is no security to a natu ral4 man that he is now in health and that he does not see which way he should now immediately go out of the world by any accident, and that there is no vis i ble danger in any re spect in his circumstances. The manifold and continual experience of the world in all ages, shows this is no evidence that a man is not on the very brink of eternity, and that the next step will not be into another world. The unseen, unthought-of ways and means of persons going suddenly out of the world are innumerable and inconceivable. Unconverted men walk over the pit of hell on a rotten covering, and there are innumerable places in this cover- ing so weak that they will not bear their weight, and these places are not seen. The arrows of death dy unseen at noonday;5 the sharpest sight cannot discern them. God has so many dif fer ent unsearchable ways of taking wicked men out of the world and sending them to hell, that there is nothing to make it appear that God had need to be at the expense of a miracle, or go out of the ordinary course of His providence, to destroy any wicked man at any moment. All the means that there are of sinners going out of the world are so in God’s hands, and so universally and absolutely subject to His power and determination, that it does not depend at all the less on the mere will of God whether sinners shall at any moment go to hell than if means were never made use of or at all concerned in the case.

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6. The original covenant God made with Adam is called the Covenant of Works; the second cov- enant Jesus Christ made with fallen humanity— declaring that if they believed in him they would

be saved—is called the Covenant of Grace. 7. I.e., Christ, who mediated between God and humanity by taking upon himself the sins of the world and suffering for them.

providence and universal experience do also bear testimony. There is this clear evidence that men’s own wisdom is no security to them from death; that if it were other wise we should see some difference between the wise and politic men of the world, and others, with regard to their liableness to early and unexpected death: but how is it in fact? Ecclesiastes 2.16: “How dieth the wise man? even as the fool.”

9. All wicked men’s pains and contrivance which they use to escape hell, while they continue to reject Christ, and so remain wicked men, do not secure them from hell one moment. Almost every natu ral man that hears of hell, datters himself that he shall escape it; he depends upon himself for his own security; he datters himself in what he has done, in what he is now doing, or what he intends to do. Every one lays out matters in his own mind how he shall avoid damnation, and datters himself that he contrives well for himself, and that his schemes will not fail. They hear indeed that there are but few saved, and that the greater part of men that have died hereto- fore are gone to hell; but each one imagines that he lays out matters better for his own escape than others have done. He does not intend to come to that place of torment; he says within himself that he intends to take effec- tual care, and to order matters so for himself as not to fail.

But the foolish children of men miserably delude themselves in their own schemes, and in con"dence in their own strength and wisdom; they trust to nothing but a shadow. The greater part of those who heretofore have lived under the same means of grace, and are now dead, are undoubtedly gone to hell; and it was not because they were not as wise as those who are now alive: it was not because they did not lay out matters as well for themselves to secure their own escape. If we could speak with them, and inquire of them, one by one, whether they expected when alive, and when they used to hear about hell, ever to be the subjects of that misery, we doubtless, should hear one and another reply, “No, I never intended to come here: I had laid out matters other wise in my mind; I thought I should contrive well for myself: I  thought my scheme good. I intended to take effectual care; but it came upon me unexpected; I did not look for it at that time, and in that manner; it came as a thief: Death outwitted me: God’s wrath was too quick for me. Oh, my cursed foolishness! I was dattering myself, and pleasing myself with vain dreams of what I would do hereafter; and when I was saying, peace and safety, then suddenly destruction came upon me.”

10. God has laid Himself under no obligation by any promise to keep any natu ral man out of hell one moment. God certainly has made no promises either of eternal life or of any deliverance or preservation from eternal death but what are contained in the covenant of grace,6 the promises that are given in Christ, in whom all the promises are yea and amen. But surely they have no interest in the promises of the covenant of grace who are not the children of the covenant, who do not believe in any of the promises, and have no inter- est in the Mediator of the covenant.7

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8. Matthew 7.7: “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall "nd; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.” “Pretended”: claimed.

9. Awe- inspiring. 1. Aware.

So that, what ever some have imagined and pretended about promises made to natu ral men’s earnest seeking and knocking,8 it is plain and mani- fest that what ever pains a natu ral man takes in religion, what ever prayers he makes, till he believes in Christ, God is under no manner of obligation to keep him a moment from eternal destruction.

So that, thus it is that natu ral men are held in the hand of God, over the pit of hell; they have deserved the "ery pit, and are already sentenced to it; and God is dreadfully provoked. His anger is as great towards them as to those that are actually suffering the executions of the "erceness of His wrath in hell, and they have done nothing in the least to appease or abate that anger, neither is God in the least bound by any promise to hold them up one moment; the devil is waiting for them, hell is gaping for them, the dames gather and dash about them, and would fain lay hold on them, and swallow them up; the "re pent up in their own hearts is struggling to break out: and they have no interest in any Mediator, there are no means within reach that can be any security to them. In short, they have no refuge, nothing to take hold of; all that preserves them every moment is the mere arbitrary will, and uncovenanted, unobliged forbearance of an incensed God.

Application

The use of this awful9 subject may be for awakening unconverted persons in this congregation. This that you have heard is the case of every one of you that are out of Christ. That world of misery, that lake of burning brim- stone, is extended abroad under you. There is the dreadful pit of the glow- ing dames of the wrath of God; there is hell’s wide gaping mouth open; and you have nothing to stand upon, nor any thing to take hold of; there is noth- ing between you and hell but the air; it is only the power and mere plea sure of God that holds you up.

You prob ably are not sensible1 of this; you "nd you are kept out of hell, but do not see the hand of God in it; but look at other things, as the good state of your bodily constitution, your care of your own life, and the means you use for your own preservation. But indeed these things are nothing; if God should withdraw His hand, they would avail no more to keep you from falling, than the thin air to hold up a person that is suspended in it.

Your wickedness makes you as it were heavy as lead, and to tend down- wards with great weight and pressure towards hell; and if God should let you go, you would immediately sink and swiftly descend and plunge into the bottomless gulf, and your healthy constitution, and your own care and pru- dence, and best contrivance, and all your righ teousness, would have no more induence to uphold you and keep you out of hell, than a spider’s web would have to stop a fallen rock. Were it not for the sovereign plea sure of God, the earth would not bear you one moment; for you are a burden to it; the cre- ation groans with you; the creature is made subject to the bondage of your corruption, not willingly; the sun does not willingly shine upon you to give you light to serve sin and Satan; the earth does not willingly yield her increase

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2. Romans 8.20: “For the creature was made subject to vanity, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope.”

3. Studies; rooms for meditation. “Affections”: feelings.

to satisfy your lusts; nor is it willingly a stage for your wickedness to be acted upon; the air does not willingly serve you for breath to maintain the dame of life in your vitals, while you spend your life in the ser vice of God’s ene- mies. God’s creatures are good, and were made for men to serve God with, and do not willingly subserve to any other purpose, and groan when they are abused to purposes so directly contrary to their nature and end. And the world would spew you out, were it not for the sovereign hand of Him who hath subjected it in hope.2 There are black clouds of God’s wrath now hang- ing directly over your heads, full of the dreadful storm, and big with thun- der; and were it not for the restraining hand of God, it would immediately burst forth upon you. The sovereign plea sure of God, for the pres ent, stays His rough wind; other wise it would come with fury, and your destruction would come like a whirlwind, and you would be like the chaff of the sum- mer threshing door.

The wrath of God is like great waters that are dammed for the pres ent; they increase more and more, and rise higher and higher, till an outlet is given; and the longer the stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course when once it is let loose. It is true that judgment against your evil works has not been executed hitherto; the doods of God’s vengeance have been withheld; but your guilt in the meantime is constantly increasing, and you are every day trea suring up more wrath; the waters are constantly ris- ing, and waxing more and more mighty; and there is nothing but the mere plea sure of God that holds the waters back, that are unwilling to be stopped, and press hard to go forward. If God should only withdraw His hand from the doodgate, it would immediately dy open, and the "ery doods of the "erce- ness and wrath of God, would rush forth with inconceivable fury, and would come upon you with omnipotent power; and if your strength were ten thou- sand times greater than it is, yea, ten thousand times greater than the strength of the stoutest, sturdiest devil in hell, it would be nothing to withstand or endure it.

The bow of God’s wrath is bent, and the arrow made ready on the string, and justice bends the arrow at your heart, and strains the bow, and it is noth- ing but the mere plea sure of God, and that of an angry God, without any promise or obligation at all, that keeps the arrow one moment from being made drunk with your blood. Thus all you that never passed under a great change of heart, by the mighty power of the Spirit of God upon your souls, all you that were never born again, and made new creatures, and raised from being dead in sin, to a state of new, and before altogether unexperi- enced light and life, are in the hands of an angry God. However you may have reformed your life in many things, and may have had religious affec- tions, and may keep up a form of religion in your families and closets,3 and in the house of God, it is nothing but His mere plea sure that keeps you from being this moment swallowed up in everlasting destruction. However unconvinced you may now be of the truth of what you hear, by and by you will be fully convinced of it. Those that are gone from being in the like circumstances with you see that it was so with them; for destruction came

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suddenly upon most of them; when they expected nothing of it and while they were saying, peace and safety: now they see that those things on which they depended for peace and safety, were nothing but thin air and empty shadows.

The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over the "re, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: His wrath towards you burns like "re; He looks upon you as worthy of noth- ing else but to be cast into the "re; He is of purer eyes than to bear to have you in His sight; you are ten thousand times more abominable in His eyes than the most hateful venomous serpent is in ours. You have offended Him in"nitely more than ever a stubborn rebel did his prince; and yet it is noth- ing but His hand that holds you from falling into the "re every moment. It is to be ascribed to nothing else, that you did not go to hell the last night; that you was suffered to awake again in this world, after you closed your eyes to sleep. And there is no other reason to be given, why you have not dropped into hell since you arose in the morning, but that God’s hand has held you up. There is no other reason to be given why you have not gone to hell, since you have sat here in the house of God, provoking His pure eyes by your sinful wicked manner of attending His solemn worship. Yea, there is nothing else that is to be given as a reason why you do not this very moment drop down into hell.

O sinner! Consider the fearful danger you are in: it is a great furnace of wrath, a wide and bottomless pit, full of the "re of wrath, that you are held over in the hand of that God, whose wrath is provoked and incensed as much against you, as against many of the damned in hell. You hang by a slender thread, with the dames of divine wrath dashing about it, and ready every moment to singe it, and burn it asunder; and you have no interest in any Mediator, and nothing to lay hold of to save yourself, nothing to keep off the dames of wrath, nothing of your own, nothing that you ever have done, nothing that you can do, to induce God to spare you one moment. And con- sider here more particularly.

1. Whose wrath it is: it is the wrath of the in"nite God. If it were only the wrath of man, though it were of the most potent prince, it would be com- paratively little to be regarded. The wrath of kings is very much dreaded, especially of absolute monarchs, who have the possessions and lives of their subjects wholly in their power, to be disposed of at their mere will. Proverbs 20.2: “The fear of a king is as the roaring of a lion: Whoso provoketh him to anger, sinneth against his own soul.” The subject that very much enrages an arbitrary prince is liable to suffer the most extreme torments that human art can invent, or human power can indict. But the greatest earthly poten- tates in their greatest majesty, and strength, and when clothed in their great- est terrors, are but feeble, despicable worms of the dust, in comparison of the great and almighty Creator and King of heaven and earth. It is but little that they can do, when most enraged, and when they have exerted the utmost of their fury. All the kings of the earth, before God, are as grasshoppers; they are nothing, and less than nothing: both their love and their hatred is to be despised. The wrath of the great King of kings, is as much more ter- rible than theirs, as His majesty is greater. Luke 12.4–5: “And I say unto you, my friends, Be not afraid of them that kill the body, and after that, have no more that they can do. But I will forewarn you whom you shall fear: fear

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4. “He treadeth the winepress of the "erceness and wrath of Almighty God.” 5. The name used for God in the Old Testament.

6. “But ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof: I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock you when your fear cometh.”

him, which after he hath killed, hath power to cast into hell: yea, I say unto you, Fear him.”

2. It is the "erceness of His wrath that you are exposed to. We often read of the fury of God; as in Isaiah 59.18: “According to their deeds, accordingly he will repay fury to his adversaries.” So Isaiah 66.15: “For behold, the Lord will come with "re, and with his chariots like a whirlwind, to render his anger with fury, and his rebuke with dames of "re.” And in many other places. So, Revelation 19.15: we read of “the wine press of the "erceness and wrath of Almighty God.”4 The words are exceeding terrible. If it had only been said, “the wrath of God,” the words would have implied that which is in"nitely dreadful: but it is “the "erceness and wrath of God.” The fury of God! the "erceness of Jehovah!5 Oh, how dreadful must that be! Who can utter or conceive what such expressions carry in them! But it is also “the "erceness and wrath of Almighty God.” As though there would be a very great manifestation of His almighty power in what the "erceness of His wrath should indict, as though omnipotence should be as it were enraged, and exerted, as men are wont to exert their strength in the "erceness of their wrath. Oh! then, what will be the consequence! What will become of the poor worms that shall suffer it! Whose hands can be strong? And whose heart can endure? To what a dreadful, inexpressible, inconceivable depth of misery must the poor creature be sunk who shall be the subject of this!

Consider this, you that are here pres ent that yet remain in an unregener- ate state. That God will execute the "erceness of His anger implies that He will indict wrath without any pity. When God beholds the ineffable extrem- ity of your case, and sees your torment to be so vastly disproportioned to your strength, and sees how your poor soul is crushed, and sinks down, as it were, into an in"nite gloom; He will have no compassion upon you, He will not forbear the executions of His wrath, or in the least lighten His hand; there shall be no moderation or mercy, nor will God then at all stay His rough wind; He will have no regard to your welfare, nor be at all careful lest you should suffer too much in any other sense, than only that you shall not suf- fer beyond what strict justice requires. Nothing shall be withheld because it is so hard for you to bear. Ezekiel 8.18: “Therefore will I also deal in fury: mine eye shall not spare, neither will I have pity; and though they cry in mine ears with a loud voice, yet I will not hear them.” Now God stands ready to pity you; this is a day of mercy; you may cry now with some encourage- ment of obtaining mercy. But when once the day of mercy is past, your most la men ta ble and dolorous cries and shrieks will be in vain; you will be wholly lost and thrown away of God as to any regard to your welfare. God will have no other use to put you to, but to suffer misery; you shall be continued in being to no other end; for you will be a vessel of wrath "tted to destruction; and there will be no other use of this vessel, but to be "lled full of wrath. God will be so far from pitying you when you cry to Him, that it is said He will only “laugh and mock.” Proverbs 1.25–26, etc.6

How awful are those words, Isaiah 63.3, which are the words of the great God: “I will tread them in mine anger, and will trample them in my fury,

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7. Abbreviation for videlicet: that is to say, namely (Latin). 8. See Daniel 3.1–30.

and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.” It is perhaps impossible to conceive of words that carry in them greater manifestations of these three things, viz.,7 contempt, and hatred, and "erceness of indignation. If you cry to God to pity you, He will be so far from pitying you in your doleful case, or showing you the least regard or favor, that instead of that, He will only tread you under foot. And though He will know that you cannot bear the weight of omnipotence treading upon you, yet He will not regard that, but He will crush you under His feet with- out mercy; He will crush out your blood, and make it dy and it shall be sprinkled on His garments, so as to stain all His raiment. He will not only hate you, but He will have you in the utmost contempt: no place shall be thought "t for you, but under His feet to be trodden down as the mire of the streets.

3. The misery you are exposed to is that which God will indict to that end, that He might show what that wrath of Jehovah is. God hath had it on His heart to show to angels and men both how excellent His love is, and also how terrible His wrath is. Sometimes earthly kings have a mind to show how terrible their wrath is, by the extreme punishments they would execute on those that would provoke them. Nebuchadnezzar, that mighty and haughty monarch of the Chaldean empire, was willing to show his wrath when enraged with Shadrach, Meshech, and Abednego; and accordingly gave orders that the burning "ery furnace should be heated seven times hotter than it was before; doubtless, it was raised to the utmost degree of "erce- ness that human art could raise it.8 But the great God is also willing to show His wrath, and magnify His awful majesty and mighty power in the extreme sufferings of His enemies. Romans 9.22: “What if God, willing to show his wrath, and to make his power known, endure with much long- suffering the vessels of wrath "tted to destruction?” And seeing this is His design, and what He has determined, even to show how terrible the restrained wrath, the fury and "erceness of Jehovah is, He will do it to effect. There will be something accomplished and brought to pass that will be dreadful with a witness. When the great and angry God hath risen up and executed His awful vengeance on the poor sinner, and the wretch is actually suffering the in"nite weight and power of His indignation, then will God call upon the  whole universe to behold that awful majesty and mighty power that is to be seen in it. Isaiah 33.12–14: “And the people shall be as the burnings of lime, as thorns cut up shall they be burnt in the "re. Hear ye that are far off, what I have done; and ye that are near, acknowledge my might. The sin- ners in Zion are afraid; fearfulness hath surprised the hypocrites,” etc.

Thus it will be with you that are in an unconverted state, if you continue in it; the in"nite might, and majesty, and terribleness of the omnipotent God shall be magni"ed upon you, in the ineffable strength of your torments. You shall be tormented in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb; and when you shall be in this state of suffering, the glorious inhabitants of heaven shall go forth and look on the awful spectacle, that they may see what the wrath and "erceness of the Almighty is; and when they have seen it, they will fall down and adore that great power and majesty.

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9. “Who knoweth the power of thine anger? even according to thy fear, so is thy wrath” (Psalm 90.11).

Isaiah 66.23–24: “And it shall come to pass, that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another, shall all desh come to worship before me, saith the Lord. And they shall go forth and look upon the car- casses of the men that have transgressed against me; for their worm shall not die, neither shall their "re be quenched, and they shall be an abhorring unto all desh.”

4. It is everlasting wrath. It would be dreadful to suffer this "erceness and wrath of Almighty God one moment; but you must suffer it to all eternity. There will be no end to this exquisite horrible misery. When you look for- ward, you shall see a long forever, a boundless duration before you, which will swallow up your thoughts, and amaze your soul; and you will absolutely despair of ever having any deliverance, any end, any mitigation, any rest at all. You will know certainly that you must wear out long ages, millions of millions of ages, in wrestling and condicting with this almighty merciless vengeance; and then when you have so done, when so many ages have actu- ally been spent by you in this manner, you will know that all is but a point to what remains. So that your punishment will indeed be in"nite. Oh, who can express what the state of a soul in such circumstances is! All that we can possibly say about it gives but a very feeble, faint repre sen ta tion of it; it is inexpressible and inconceivable: For “who knows the power of God’s anger?”9

How dreadful is the state of those that are daily and hourly in the danger of this great wrath and in"nite misery! But this is the dismal case of every soul in this congregation that has not been born again, however moral and strict, sober and religious, they may other wise be. Oh that you would con- sider it, whether you be young or old! There is reason to think that there are many in this congregation now hearing this discourse that will actually be the subjects of this very misery to all eternity. We know not who they are, or in what seats they sit, or what thoughts they now have. It may be they are now at ease, and hear all these things without much disturbance, and are now dattering themselves that they are not the persons, promising themselves that they shall escape. If they knew that there was one person, and but one, in the whole congregation, that was to be the subject of this misery, what an awful thing would it be to think of! If we knew who it was, what an awful sight would it be to see such a person! How might all the rest of the congre- gation lift up a la men ta ble and bitter cry over him! But, alas! instead of one, how many is it likely will remember this discourse in hell? And it would be a won der, if some that are now pres ent should not be in hell in a very short time, even before this year is out. And it would be no won der if some persons, that now sit here, in some seats of this meeting house, in health, quiet and secure, should be there before tomorrow morning. Those of you that " nally continue in a natu ral condition, that shall keep out of hell lon- gest will be there in a little time! your damnation does not slumber; it will come swiftly, and, in all probability, very suddenly upon many of you. You have reason to won der that you are not already in hell. It is doubtless the case of some whom you have seen and known, that never deserved hell

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1. A town in the neighborhood [Edwards’s note]. 2. I.e., not among the chosen people, the saved.

3. Cf. Ecclesiastes 1.2.

more than you, and that heretofore appeared as likely to have been now alive as you. Their case is past all hope; they are crying in extreme misery and perfect despair; but here you are in the land of the living and in the house of God, and have an opportunity to obtain salvation. What would not those poor damned hopeless souls give for one day’s opportunity such as you now enjoy!

And now you have an extraordinary opportunity, a day wherein Christ has thrown the door of mercy wide open, and stands in calling and crying with a loud voice to poor sinners; a day wherein many are docking to Him, and pressing into the kingdom of God. Many are daily coming from the east, west, north and south; many that were very lately in the same miserable con- dition that you are in are now in a happy state, with their hearts "lled with love to Him who has loved them, and washed them from their sins in His own blood, and rejoicing in hope of the glory of God. How awful is it to be left behind at such a day! To see so many others feasting, while you are pin- ing and perishing! To see so many rejoicing and singing for joy of heart, while you have cause to mourn for sorrow of heart, and howl for vexation of spirit! How can you rest one moment in such a condition? Are not your souls as precious as the souls of the people at Suf"eld,1 where they are docking from day to day to Christ?

Are there not many here who have lived long in the world, and are not to this day born again? and so are aliens from the commonwealth of Israel,2 and have done nothing ever since they have lived, but trea sure up wrath against the day of wrath? Oh, sirs, your case, in an especial manner, is extremely dangerous. Your guilt and hardness of heart is extremely great. Do you not see how generally persons of your years are passed over and left, in the pres ent remarkable and wonderful dispensation of God’s mercy? You had need to consider yourselves, and awake thoroughly out of sleep. You can- not bear the "erceness and wrath of the in"nite God. And you, young men, and young women, will you neglect this precious season which you now enjoy, when so many others of your age are renouncing all youthful vani- ties,3 and docking to Christ? You especially have now an extraordinary oppor- tunity; but if you neglect it, it will soon be with you as with those persons who spent all the precious days of youth in sin, and are now come to such a dreadful pass in blindness and hardness. And you, children, who are uncon- verted, do not you know that you are going down to hell, to bear the dread- ful wrath of that God, who is now angry with you every day and every night? Will you be content to be the children of the devil, when so many other children in the land are converted, and are become the holy and happy children of the King of kings?

And let every one that is yet of Christ, and hanging over the pit of hell, whether they be old men and women, or middle- aged, or young people, or little children, now hearken to the loud calls of God’s word and providence. This acceptable year of the Lord, a day of such great favors to some, will doubtless be a day of as remarkable vengeance to others. Men’s hearts harden,

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4. Those whom God has chosen to save. 5. In Acts 2, the Apostle Peter admonishes a crowd to repent and be converted, saying, “Save yourselves from this untoward generation. Then they that gladly received his word were baptized: and the same day there were added unto them about three thousand souls” (Acts 2.40–41). 6. I.e., during “the great outpouring of the

Spirit,” as in a revival, the elect will respond positively to God’s call. 7. “And now also the ax is laid unto the root of the trees: therefore every tree which bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the "re” (Matthew 3.10). 8. Genesis 19.17.

and their guilt increases apace at such a day as this, if they neglect their souls; and never was there so great danger of such person being given up to hardness of heart and blindness of mind. God seems now to be hastily gath- ering in His elect4 in all parts of the land; and prob ably the greater part of adult persons that ever shall be saved, will be brought in now in a little time, and that it will be as it was on the great outpouring of the Spirit upon the Jews in the apostles’ days;5 the election will obtain,6 and the rest will be blinded. If this should be the case with you, you will eternally curse this day, and will curse the day that ever you was born, to see such a season of the pouring out of God’s Spirit, and will wish that you had died and gone to hell before you had seen it. Now undoubtedly it is, as it was in the days of John the Baptist, the ax is in an extraordinary manner laid at the root of the trees,7 that every tree which brings not forth good fruit, may be hewn down and cast into the "re.

Therefore, let every one that is out of Christ, now awake and dy from the wrath to come. The wrath of Almighty God is now undoubtedly hanging over a great part of this congregation: Let every one dy out of Sodom: “Haste and escape for your lives, look not behind you, escape to the mountain, lest you be consumed.”8

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American Lit er a ture and the Va ri e ties of Religious Expression

T he religious revivals that Jonathan Edwards helped launch in 1734 reached a new level when the Reverend George White"eld began touring the colonies in the late 1730s. Writing in his Autobiography of White"eld’s arrival in Philadelphia in 1739, Benjamin Franklin noted the popu lar En glish preacher’s ability to draw “Multitudes of all Sects and Denominations.” This inclusive religious impulse led to the construction of a meeting house “expressly for the use of any Preacher of any religious Persuasion who might desire to say something to the People of Philadelphia.” Even a missionary sent “to preach Mohametanism [i.e., Islam] to us,” Franklin remarked, “would "nd a Pulpit in his Ser vice.” The building eventually fell into disuse, and Franklin worked to repurpose it for the Acad emy of Philadelphia, a secondary school that evolved into the University of Pennyslvania. Yet the princi ple of religious inclusion embodied in the meeting house remained an impor tant ele ment in Franklin’s thought, punctuat- ing his redections on how religion factored in his own life and in the life of the nation that was emerging even as he wrote these passages in late 1788 or early 1789.

Born in Puritan Boston and a longtime resident of Philadelphia (known as the Quaker City), Franklin was an experienced navigator of religious differences. The Quaker faith that is so prominent in Philadelphia emerged in Eng land during the En glish Civil Wars (1642–51), when state control over speech, printing, and religious worship was loosened. Among the central princi ples distinguishing Quak- ers from traditional Protestants is the belief that the Bible is only one instance of the Word of God, which Quakers hold to be continuously expressed as an ongoing divine revelation in every individual, women equally with men, and made accessible through a faculty known as the Inner Light. In New Eng land, this belief in the supremacy of immediate revelation made the Quakers deeply unpopular with Puri- tan leaders, who based their own challenge to religious authority on the centrality of Scripture. In the 1650s, the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony outlawed Quakerism, and around 1660 colonial of"cials executed four Quakers (including Mary Dyer, a former associate of John Winthrop’s antagonist Anne Hutchinson), who came to be known as the Boston Martyrs. Despite such setbacks, the Quakers were more successful than many other radical Protestant groups at establishing a lasting institutional presence, in no small part through the efforts of the En glish preacher George Fox (1624–1691), who guided their transition from a loosely or ga nized movement into the Religious Society of Friends. In 1681, Fox’s associate William Penn received a royal charter to establish the colony of Pennsylvania as a haven of religious toleration.

Early Quakers practiced distinctive forms of expression related to their under- standing of the Inner Light. The most pronounced of these verbal habits was their use of “plain speech,” including the deliberately archaic use of “thee” and “thou” for “you.” They were also known for encouraging women to preach. In the se lections included here by Elizabeth Ashbridge and John Woolman, belief in the Inner Light and a commitment to plain speech are translated into language and narrative. A dif fer ent aspect of Quakerism is represented in the poem here by Francis Daniel Pastorius, whose multilingual writings focus on the potential for language to foster unity within diversity. A number of prominent later American writers were indu- enced by Quakerism, including Charles Brockden Brown, James Fenimore Cooper, and Walt Whitman.

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In Protestant writings, the Roman Catholic Church is often presented as a spiri- tual antagonist— characterized, for example, as the Antichrist or the Whore of Baby- lon. Anti- Catholic imagery in New Eng land colonial lit er a ture tends to be closely tied to imperial rivalries with France and Spain. This po liti cal and spiritual compe- tition was bound up with the development of rival print cultures and the production of literary works. In 1539, the "rst press in the Amer i cas was established in Mexico City, a century before the press in Cambridge, Mas sa chu setts. Spanish Amer i ca developed a thriving print culture encompassing religious works, some at least partly in indigenous languages, as well as secular texts. The writings of Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, who spent much of her life at a convent in Mexico City, demon- strate familiarity with both the secular and the religious poetic traditions of impe- rial Spain. Sor Juana, a con temporary of the Puritan poet Anne Bradstreet, employed distinctive themes and images tied to her religious orientation.

The Jesuit Relations are a dif fer ent kind of literary enterprise altogether. Origi- nally written in French, the Relations include reports in the form of letters sent from the missions of New France to the Paris headquarters of the Society of Jesus (i.e., the Jesuits). Filled with tales of the mission enterprise that can be surprising in their adventurousness and, at times, their vio lence, the printed Relations were received with great interest. The corporate authorship of these annual reports marks a distinction from the more individualist traditions of Puritan and Quaker writing. A Jesuit superior synthesized the reports from original letters and in- person accounts, as was the case with the Isaac Jogues narrative included here. Later works in the Jesuit tradition included saintly biographies— also known as hagiographies— represented by the chronicle of Kateri Tekakwitha’s life.

While there are sizable bodies of Catholic and Quaker writing from pre-1820 North Amer i ca, there is only a small archive of works by Jewish writers. The development of Jewish writing in the Western Hemi sphere can be traced to events that took place in 1492. The year of Columbus’s voyage was also the year when Ferdinand and Isabella of Spain completed the Reconquista (reconquest) of the Iberian Peninsula from the Islamic Moors. Moorish Spain had sometimes been a place of peaceful interactions between people of the major Abrahamic religions, with Christians, Jews, and Mus- lims living in comfortable proximity. Two months after defeating the Moors, however, the Spanish monarchs promulgated the Alhambra Decree, which declared that Span- ish Jews had to make a dif"cult choice: either convert to Chris tian ity or be forced to leave Spain. The extinction of Spanish Jewry was an unusually thorough instance of practices that had been prevalent throughout Eu rope for centuries. King Edward I of Eng land had expelled that country’s Jewish population in 1290. Oliver Cromwell orchestrated the opening of Eng land to Jews in 1656— a shift in policy that Roger Williams supported in print and put into practice in the Providence Colony. Jewish communities in British North Amer i ca grew slowly, and those who wanted to practice their religion faced numerous challenges. Rebecca Samuel was an eighteenth- century Jewish immigrant to the United States, prob ably from Germany. Included here are letters she wrote to her parents in 1791—the year that the First Amendment to the Constitution was adopted, establishing freedom of religion. They capture some of the complexities of Jewish life in the early United States, redecting positively and nega- tively on the experience of being a religious outsider.

The two additional se lections address indigenous religion in dif fer ent ways. John Marrant’s popu lar narrative of 1785 describes his life as a free black youth in Charleston, South Carolina, where a chance exposure to the eloquence of George White"eld led to his conversion. Marrant’s description of how he came to convert a Cherokee “king,” while himself adopting Cherokee dress, captures the multiethnic dynamics of Protestant revivalism. In an 1805 address to the Christian missionary Jacob Cram, the Seneca chief Sagoyewatha pointedly rejects the logic of Christian conversion, asking to have indigenous beliefs respected and to be given an opportu-

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nity to judge the effects of Chris tian ity on the be hav ior of its white converts. Widely republished, Sagoyewatha’s counternarrative of colonial settlement seems to have resonated with both Native and white audiences. The popularity of this speech shows that the desire for freedom of religion extended in many directions.

THE JESUIT RELATIONS

The Society of Jesus, or Jesuits, is a Roman Catholic religious order founded in 1534 by Ignatius of Loyola (1491–1556), a knight at the Spanish court of Ferdi- nand and Isabella. The Jesuit Relations is the name of a group of publications from the Jesuits’ missionary proj ect in New France. Published annually in Paris between 1632 and 1673, The Jesuit Relations narrated the major events of the year, including descriptions of indigenous life, chronicles of wars and epidemics, and accounts of stirring journeys and dramatic martyrdoms.

The "rst of the following two se lections, relating the torture of Father Isaac Jogues (1607–1646) by Mohawks at the town of Gandaouague (Caughnawaga, New York), is drawn from the Relation of 1647. Father Jérôme Lalemant (1593–1673), the Provincial Superior of the Jesuits in Canada from 1645 to 1650, based his account on Jogues’s spoken and written descriptions of the events represented here, which took place in 1642. After returning to France following these occurences, Jogues chose to return to North Amer i ca, where he was later killed. The Church later named Jogues as the "rst of the “North American martyrs,” a group of six Jesuit priests and two lay assistants who died while pursuing missionary activities in the 1640s.

The second se lection is not from The Jesuit Relations proper but from History and General Description of New France (1744), by the Jesuit priest and writer P. F. X. Charlevoix (1682–1761). The subject of this hagiographic narrative is a young Mohawk woman, Kateri Tekakwitha (1656–1680), from what is now central New York. When she was around twenty, Tekakwitha (or Tegahkouita, as the name is ren- dered here) converted to Catholicism and moved to a Jesuit mission near Montreal. The narrative was translated into several languages, including En glish. In 2012, Tekakwitha became the "rst Native American to be canonized by the Roman Catho- lic Church.

Both se lections are from The Jesuit Relations: Natives and Missionaries in Seventeenth- Century North Amer i ca (2000), edited by Allan Greer. The bracketed insertions are Greer’s.

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From How Father Isaac Jogues Was Taken by the Iroquois, and What He Suffered on His First Entrance

into Their Country

Father Isaac Jogues was born to a worthy family of the city of Orléans.1 After he gave some evidence of his virtue in our society, he was sent to New France in the year 1636. In that very year, he went up to the Huron country, where he remained until the thirteenth of June in the year 1642, when he was sent to Quebec upon the affairs of that impor tant and ardu- ous mission.

From that time until his death, there occurred many remarkable things, of which one cannot without guilt deprive the public since they are honor- able to God and full of consolation for souls who love to suffer for Jesus Christ. What has been said of his labors in the earlier Relations came, for the most part, from some Indians who had been companions in his suffer- ings. But what I am about to set down issued forth from his own pen and his own lips: It was necessary to use a superior’s authority, along with gen- tle persuasion in our personal conversations, in order to discover that which the very low esteem in which he held himself kept concealed in a profound silence.

Sometime before his departure from the Hurons in order to come to Que- bec, "nding himself alone before the Blessed Sacrament,2 he prostrated himself to the ground, beseeching our Lord to grant him the favor and grace of suffering for His glory. This answer was engraved in the depth of his soul, with a certainty similar to that which faith gives us: Exaudita est oratio tua; #et tibi sicut à me petisti. Confortare et esto robustus, “Thy prayer is heard; what thou hast asked of me is granted thee. Be courageous and steadfast.” The effects which followed have shown that these words, which were always pres ent for him in all his sufferings, were genuinely substantial, words which issued from the lips of Him for whom saying and doing are one and the same thing.

Reverend Father Jérôme Lalemant, at that time superior of the mission among the Hurons, knowing nothing of this, sent for him and proposed to him the journey to Quebec. This would be a frightful voyage on account of the dif"culty of the route, and very dangerous because of the ambushes of the Iroquois, who every year massacred a considerable number of the Indi- ans allied to the French. Let us hear him [ Father Jogues] speak upon this subject and upon the outcome of his journey.

“Authority having made me a simple proposition, and not a command, to go down to Quebec, I offered myself with all my heart. I was all the more

1. A city in north central France, south of Paris. 2. In Roman Catholicism, the bread and wine made sacred in a cele bration called the Eucharist, or Holy Communion; sometimes, as here, dis-

played on an altar. Catholics consider the Blessed Sacrament the actual desh and blood of Jesus Christ.

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3. Muzzle- loaded "rearms. 4. Nonclerical Jesuit missionary (1608–1642);

like Jogues, one of the North American martyrs of the Roman Catholic Church.

willing, since other wise some of our fathers who were much better than I might have been exposed to the perils and hazards that we all anticipate. And so we set out, in danger from the moment of our departure. We were obliged to disembark forty times, and forty times to carry our boats and all our baggage amid the rapids and waterfalls that one encounters on this jour- ney of about three hundred leagues. Although the Indians who were con- ducting us were very skillful, we nevertheless incurred some disasters, to the great peril of our lives and with some loss of our small baggage. At last, thirty- "ve days after our departure from the Huron country, we arrived much fatigued at Three Rivers, and from there we descended to Quebec. We blessed God throughout for His goodness in preserving us. Our business being "nished in "fteen days, we observed the Feast of Saint Ignace, and the next day, the "rst of August of the same year, 1642, we left Three Rivers to return to the country whence we had come.

“The "rst day was favorable to us, but the second caused us to fall into the hands of the Iroquois. We were forty persons, distributed in several canoes. The one that kept the vanguard discovered on the banks of the great river some tracks of men, recently imprinted on the sand and clay, and gave us warning. We put to shore. Some said that these were enemy tracks; others were sure that they were footprints of the Algonquins, our allies. In the midst of this argument, Eustache Ahatsistari, to whom all the others deferred on account of his exploits in arms and his virtue, exclaimed: ‘Be they friends or enemies, it matters not. I notice by their tracks that they are not in greater number than we, so let us then advance without fear.’ We had made less than half a league when the enemy, concealed among the grass and bushes, rose with a great outcry and discharged a volley of shots at our canoes. The noise of their arquebuses3 so greatly frightened some of our Hurons that they aban- doned their canoes and weapons and all their supplies to dee into the woods. This discharge had done us no great harm: No lives were lost, and only one Huron was shot through the hand. Our canoes, however, were bro- ken in several places. We were four French, one of whom was in the rear and escaped with the Hurons, who abandoned him before approaching the enemy. Eight or ten [Hurons], both Christians and catechumens, joined us. We led them in a short prayer as they bravely faced the enemy, and though it was thirty men against twelve or fourteen, our people held on valiantly. But when they saw another band of forty Iroquois, who had been in ambush on the opposite shore of the river, coming to attack them, they lost courage, and those who were not then caught up in the "ghting abandoned their com- rades and took to their heels. No longer sustained by those who followed him, a Frenchman named René Goupil4 (whose death is precious before God) was surrounded and captured, along with some of the most courageous Hurons.

“I was watching this disaster,” says the father, “from a place very favor- able for concealing me from the sight of the enemy, being able to hide myself in thickets and among very tall and dense reeds; but this thought could never enter my mind. ‘Could I really,’ I said to myself, ‘abandon our French and

leave those good neophytes and those poor catechumens, without giving them the succor that the church of my God has entrusted to me?’ Flight seemed horrible to me. ‘It must be,’ I said in my heart, ‘that my body suffer the "re of earth in order to deliver these poor souls from the dames of Hell. It must die a transient death, in order to procure for them an eternal life.’ Having reached a decision without great opposition from my mind, I called one of the Iroquois who had remained to guard the prisoners. This man per- ceived me but hesitated to approach, for fear of some ambush. ‘Come,’ I said, ‘be not afraid. Take me to the Frenchman and the Hurons whom you hold captive.’ He advanced, seized me, and placed me in the number of those whom the world calls miserable. Tenderly embracing the Frenchman, I said to him: ‘My dear brother, God treats us in a strange manner, but He is the master and he has done what has seemed best in his sight; he has followed his good plea sure. May His holy name be blessed forever.’ This good young man at once made his confession, and I gave him absolution. I then approached the Hurons to instruct and baptize them. As more fugitives were being brought in by their pursuers every minute, I heard these too in confession, making Christians of those who had not been baptized. Fi nally, they brought that worthy Christian captain Eustache, who, on seeing me, exclaimed: ‘Ah! My father, I swore and promised to you that I would live or die with you.’ The sight of him pierced my heart. I do not remember what words I said to him.

“Another Frenchman, named Guillaume Couture, seeing that the Hurons were giving way, escaped like them into those great forests, and, as he was agile, he was soon out of the enemy’s grasp. But he was seized with remorse because he had forsaken his father and his comrade. He stopped quite short, deliberating whether he should go on or retrace his steps. The fear of being regarded as treacherous made him turn around, and there he found himself facing "ve big Iroquois, one of whom was aiming a gun at him. The arque- bus mis"red, but the Frenchman did not fail to "nd his own mark and shot him dead on the spot. His shot spent, the four other Iroquois fell upon him like enraged lions, or rather like demons. They stripped him naked, beat him black- and- blue with clubs, and tore out his "ngernails with their teeth, crush- ing the bleeding ends to cause him more pain. Fi nally, they pierced through one of his hands with a knife and led him, tied and bound in this sad plight, to the place where we were. When I recognized him, I broke away from my guards and embraced him. ‘Courage, my dear brother and friend,’ I urged him. ‘Offer your pains and anguish to God on behalf of these men who tor- ment you. We must not shrink back. Let us instead suffer bravely for His holy name. His glory was our only object in this journey.’ The Iroquois were at "rst quite bewildered before these endearments, then, imagining perhaps that I was applauding this young man for killing one of their captains, they fell upon me with a mad fury. They stabbed at me and beat me and over- whelmed me with blows from their war clubs, dinging me to the ground, half- dead. When I began to catch my breath, the men who had not partici- pated in the beating came up and used their teeth to tear out my "ngernails. Then they took turns biting the ends of my two index "n gers, and with the nails gone, this caused me excruciating pain, as if they were being ground and crushed between two stones until small bone splinters began to protrude. The good René Goupil was given the same treatment, though they did not at that point do any harm to the Hurons. They were angry with the French

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because of the latter’s unwillingness the year before to accept the peace conditions they had been willing to offer.

“When the hunters had returned from their chase after a human quarry and the party had reassembled, these barbarians divided up their booty among themselves, rejoicing in their prey with great shouts of joy. As I saw them engrossed in examining and distributing our spoils, I sought also for my share. I went round to all the captives, baptizing those who were not yet baptized, encouraging these poor wretches to suffer steadfastly, in the assur- ance that their reward would far exceed the severity of their torments. I ascertained, on this round of visits, that we were twenty- two captives, not counting three Hurons killed on the spot. An old man, aged eighty years, having just received holy baptism, said to the Iroquois who were command- ing him to embark: ‘It is too late for an old man like me to go visiting for- eign countries. I can "nd death here if you refuse me life.’ These words were hardly out of his mouth before they felled him.

“And so we set out, led off to a country truly foreign, where our Lord favored us with a share of His cross. During the thirteen days that we spent on that journey, I suffered bodily torments almost unendurable and, in the soul, mor- tal anguish: hunger, the "ercely burning sun, the threats and hatred of those leopards, and the pain of our wounds, which, in the absence of any dressing, became putrid and worm infested. All this certainly caused us much distress. But these things seemed light to me in comparison with an inward sadness

Jesuit martyrdom. This famous tableau of Jesuit martyrdom, which was widely repro- duced, combines three separate scenes. The Jesuit missionaries being tortured and killed are Isaac Jogues, Gabriel Lalemant (1610–1649), and Jean de Brébeuf (1596–1625).

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that I felt at the sight of our "rst and most ardent Huron Christians. I had expected them to be the pillars of that rising church, and I saw them become the victims of death. Seeing the path to salvation closed for such a long time to so many nations, people who perish every day for want of succor, made me die every hour in the depth of my soul. It is a very hard thing, a cruel thing, to see the triumph of the dev ils over whole nations redeemed with so much love and ransomed in the currency of a blood so adorable.

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1647

P. F. X. DE CHARLEVOIX

From Catherine Tegahkouita: An Iroquois Virgin

New France has had her apostles and martyrs, and has given the church saints in all conditions, and I do not hesitate to say that they would have done honor to the primitive ages of Chris tian ity. Several I have made known so far as the course of this history permitted me. The lives of some have been published, but God— who exalted his glory during their lifetime by the great things that he effected through them; by the luster which their sanc- tity has diffused over this vast continent; by the courage which he inspired in them to found with untold toil a new Christendom amid the most fearful barbarism, and to cement it with their blood— chose none of these to have all the riches of his power and mercy displayed on their tombs. Instead he conferred this honor on a young neophyte, almost unknown to the whole coun- try during her life. For more than sixty years she has been regarded as the protectress of Canada, and it has been impossible to oppose a kind of cult publicly rendered to her.

This holy virgin, so celebrated under the name of Catherine Tegahkouita, was born in 1656 at Gandaouagué, a town in the Mohawk canton,1 of a hea- then Iroquois father and a Christian Algonquin mother. She lost her mother at the age of four and was still quite young when her father died, leaving her to the care of one of her aunts and under the control of an uncle who had the chief authority in his village. The smallpox which she had in her infancy having weakened her sight, she was long compelled as it were to remain in the corner of a cabin, her eyes being unable to stand the light, and this retirement was the "rst source of her happiness. What she did at "rst out of necessity, she continued to do by choice, thereby avoiding what- ever could cause her to lose that moral purity so dif"cult to preserve amid idolatrous and then very dissolute youth.

1. Gandaouagué (“ castle” or “forti"ed place” in Mohawk) is an alternative name for the historic Mohawk village of Caughnawaga, on the Mohawk

River in central New York. The French ran a mis- sion there for around a de cade in the late 1600s.

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2. Alexandre de Prouville de Tracy (c. 1600– 1670), French military commander, served as lieutenant- general of New France in 1663–67 and led victorious campaigns against the Iroquois and

the Mohawk. 3. Jesuit priest (1641–1710). 4. Not lacking (conviction; i.e., her faith was strong).

As soon as she saw herself of age to act, she took on herself almost all the toil of the house hold, and this shielded her from two dangers fatal to most Indian girls— that is, private conversations and idleness. Her relatives, how- ever, wished her to use the decorations common to young persons of her sex, and although she yielded from simple compliance with their wishes, and with all pos si ble repugnance, it was a matter of much scruple to her when, favored by the light of faith, she learned how dangerous it is to seek to please men.

The "rst knowledge that she acquired of Chris tian ity was imparted by some missionaries sent to the Iroquois after Monsieur de Tracy’s expedition.2 On their way they passed through the town where she lived and were received at her cabin. She was appointed to take care of them and waited on them in a manner that surprised them. She had herself, on beholding them, been moved by an impulse that excited sentiments in her heart, regarded subse- quently by her as the "rst sparks of the heavenly "re which later indamed her so completely. The fervor and recollection of those religious in their devo- tions inspired her with the desire of praying with them, and she informed them of it. They understood much more than she expressed. They instructed her in the Christian truth, as far as the short stay that they made in that town permitted them, and left her with a regret that she heartily recipro- cated. Sometime after, a match [marriage] was proposed to her, but as she showed strong opposition, her relatives did not press it. However, they soon returned to the charge, and to save themselves the trou ble of overcoming her re sis tance, they, without mentioning it to her, betrothed her to a young man who at once went to her cabin and sat down beside her. To ratify the marriage, it only required that she should remain near the husband selected for her, such being the way of these tribes, but she abruptly left the cabin and protested that she would not return till he withdrew. This conduct brought her much ill treatment, which she endured with unalterable patience. She was more sensitive to the reproach made that she lacked affection for her kindred, that she hated her nation and gave all her attachment to that to which her mother belonged. But nothing could overcome her repugnance for the state of life in which they sought to involve her.

Meanwhile Father Jacques de Lamberville3 arrived at Gandaouagué, with orders to found a mission there. Tegahkouita then felt her former desires to become a Christian revive, but she was still for some time with- out mentioning it, either out of re spect for her uncle, who did not relish our religion, or from pure timidity. At last an opportunity came for avowing her conviction, and she was not wanting.4 A wound in the foot kept her in the cabin, while all the other women were busy harvesting the Indian corn. Father de Lamberville, compelled to suspend his public instructions, which no one would attend, took this time to visit the cabins and instruct those who were con"ned there by age or in"rmity. One day he entered the cabin of Tegahkouita.

Unable to dissemble the joy that this visit caused her, she did not hesitate to open her mind to the missionary in the presence of two or three women,

Kateri Tekakwitha. The Native American Christian woman in this painting may be Kateri Tekakwitha. The artist has not been "rmly identi"ed but may be Father Claude Chauchietiène (1645–1709), a Jesuit missionary.

5. Then, territory in Montreal, Quebec, given to the Jesuits by the French Crown as a reserve for the protection of newly converted Mohawks.

6. Before baptizing her (regeneration meaning spiritual rebirth).

who were in com pany with her, on her design of embracing Chris tian ity. She added that she would have great obstacles to overcome but that nothing appalled her. The energy with which she spoke, the courage she displayed, and a certain modest yet resolute air that lighted up her countenance at once told the missionary that his new proselyte would not be an ordinary Chris- tian. Accordingly, he carefully taught her many things that he did not explain to all preparing for baptism. God doubtless infuses into hearts of which he has especially reserved possession a sort of purely spiritual sympathy, form- ing even in this life the sacred bond which will unite them hereafter in the abode of glory. Father de Lamberville, whom I knew well, was one of the most holy missionaries of New France. He died at Sault St. Louis,5 spent with toil and austerity, and, if I may use the expression, in the arms of Char- ity. He often declared that in his "rst interview with Tegahkouita, he thought he could discern that God had great designs as to that virgin, yet he would not exercise any haste in conferring baptism on her. He adopted in her case all the precautions that experience had shown to be necessary to make sure [of the sincerity and commitment] of the Indians before admin- istering the sacrament of regeneration.6

* * * * * * She was baptized on Easter Sunday, 1676, and received the name of

Catherine. The grace of the sacrament, received into a heart which her uprightness

and innocence had so well prepared, produced wondrous effects. What ever impression the missionary already had of the young Iroquois maiden, he was astonished to "nd in her, immediately after baptism, not a neophyte need- ing to be con"rmed in the faith, but a soul "lled with the most precious gifts of Heaven who had to be guided in the most sublime spiritual ways. At the outset her virtue excited the admiration even of the people who were least inclined to imitate her. Those on whom she depended allowed her to follow every impulse of her zeal, though this freedom did not last long. The innocence of her life, the precautions which she took to avoid all that could in the least affect it, and especially her extreme reserve as to what ever could in the slightest degree offend purity, appeared to the young men of her village as a reproach toward the dissolute life they led, and many laid snares for her with the sole view of dimming a virtue which dazzled them.

On the other hand, although she had relaxed nothing in her domestic occupations and was ever found ready to give her ser vices to all, her rela- tives were displeased to see her devote all her free time to prayer. In order to prevent her from suspending on Sundays and holidays the work which the church forbids on those days consecrated to the Lord, they made her pass them without food. Seeing, however, that they gained nothing by this course, they had recourse to still more violent means. They often mistreated her shamefully: When she went to the chapel, they sent young men after her to jeer and pelt her with stones, and men who

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were drunk, or who pretended to be drunk, rushed upon her as though they intended to take her life. But, undismayed by these arti"ces and acts of vio lence, she continued her devotions as though she enjoyed the most perfect liberty.

One day when she was in her cabin, a young man entered abruptly, with dashing eyes, brandishing his hatchet as if intending to tomahawk her. At this sight she displayed no emotion and bowed down her head to receive the blow; but the madman, seized at this instant by a panic fear, ded as pre- cipitately as though pursued by a war party. These "rst storms were suc- ceeded by a still more dangerous persecution. Catherine’s aunt was a woman of morose disposition who was displeased with all that her niece did to sat- isfy her, for the simple reason that she could "nd nothing to reprove. One day the virtuous neophyte happened to call the husband of this woman by his own name, instead of calling him Father, as usual. Her aunt imagined, or pretended to believe, that this familiar mode of speaking showed an improper connection between the uncle and niece, and she hastened on the spot to Father de Lamberville to assert that she had surprised Catherine soliciting her husband to sin. The father promised to examine the case, and when he learned on what this atrocious accusation rested, he gave the slan- derer a rebuke that covered her with confusion; reactions against the priest’s reproaches only resulted in further vexation for the innocent girl.

* * * She felt well only at the foot of the altar, where, buried in profound con-

templation and shedding torrents of tears, whose inexhaustible fountain was His love and the wound it had indicted on her heart, she often so forgot the wants7 of her body as not even to feel the cold which benumbed her whole frame. She always came from this contemplation with a renewed love of suf- fering, and it is dif"cult to conceive how ingenious her mind was in invent- ing means to crucify her desh. Sometimes she walked barefoot on the ice and snow until she lost all feeling. Sometimes she covered her bed with thorns. She rolled for three days in succession on branches of thorns, which pierced deeply into her desh, causing inexpressible pain. Another time she burned her feet, as war captives are burned, wishing thus to brand herself as a slave of Christ. But the solidity of her virtue is best seen in the unalter- able gentleness, patience, joy even, that she manifested in the sufferings she experienced in her last days.

* * * On Wednesday morning she received the sacred anointing,8 and about

three o’clock in the after noon she expired after a gentle agony of half an hour, retaining complete consciousness and sound judgment until her last sigh. Thus lived, and thus in her twenty- "fth [sic actually her twenty- fourth] year died, Catherine Tegahkouita. The example of her most holy life had produced a very great fervor among the Iroquois of Sault St. Louis. The won ders that God soon began to work in favor of those who had recourse to

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7. Needs. 8. Extreme unction, a Christian sacrament given to a critically ill person.

her intercession are still at this day, for these neophytes and indeed for all of New France, a power ful motive to serve in spirit and in truth so liberal a Master, who, without re spect of persons, lavishes his most precious gifts on those who abandon themselves to Him without reserve.

* * * Thus New France, like the capital of Old France, beheld the glory of a

poor Indian girl and of a shepherdess [Ste. Genevieve]9 shining above that of so many apostolic men who were martyrs and other saints of all condi- tions of life, God doubtless wishing for our instruction and the consolation of the humble to glorify His saints in proportion to their smallness and obscurity on earth.

1744

9. According to legend, this young shepherdess (c. 422–512) devoted her life to God. After mov- ing from outside Paris into the city, she prac-

ticed penitence and austerity, and her prayers protected Paris from the invading forces of Attila the Hun.

SOR JUANA INÉS DE LA CRUZ

S or Juana Inés de la Cruz (c. 1651–1695) was a proli"c, celebrated, and some-times controversial writer, who spent most of her adult life as a cloistered sister in the Convent of the Order of St.  Jérôme, in Mexico City (Sor is Spanish for “ Sister”). Born out of wedlock to a Spanish father and a Creole (i.e., Spanish American– born) mother in San Miguel Neplantla, Mexico, Juana showed an early appetite for learning and great fa cil i ty with languages, including Greek, Latin, and the Aztec language, Nahuatl. She wrote her "rst poem when she was eight, and her other early works include several poems in Nahuatl. Determined to devote herself to her studies rather than to marry, Juana entered a convent in 1669 and remained there until her death, from the plague. Her life in the convent was very full. She entertained distinguished guests; taught music and drama; served as the convent’s archivist and accountant; and had her own study and library, where she focused on music, philosophy, and the natu ral sciences. In the 1680s, Juana served as an un of"cial court poet. Her works include verse plays, commissioned religious ser vices, and writings for state festivals. Her verse— occasional poetry, secular love lyr ics, and religious poetry— displays mastery of the Baroque style (highly ornate, richly symbolic), often coupled with rigorously logical philosophical themes.

Love Opened a Mortal Wound1

Love opened a mortal wound. In agony, I worked the blade to make it deeper. Please, I begged, let death come quick.

1. The text is from Sor Juana’s Love Poems (1997), translated by Joan Larkin and Jaime Manrique.

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FRANCIS DANIEL PASTORIUS

F rancis Daniel Pastorius (1651– c. 1720) was a man of many interests, language and lit er a ture prominent among them. Born in Bavaria, Germany, Pastorius traveled to the Philadelphia Colony in 1683, and from his friend William Penn, the colony’s proprietor, he purchased 15,000 acres that became the site of the German- town settlement (now a Philadelphia neighborhood). In 1688, he was one of four authors of the Germantown Protest, the "rst colonial document to oppose slavery.

Pastorius was a skilled linguist and an avid reader and writer who assembled a substantial library. At his death, he left behind many works in manuscript in addi-

Wild, distracted, sick, 5 I counted, counted all the ways love hurt me. One life, I thought— a thousand deaths.

Blow after blow, my heart couldn’t survive this beating. 10 Then— how can I explain it?

I came to my senses. I said, Why do I suffer? What lover ever had so much plea sure?

Suspend, Singer Swan1

Suspend, singer swan, the sweet strain: see how the lord that Delphi2 sees exchanges for you the gentle lyre for pipe and to Admetus3 makes a pastoral sound.

As gentle song, though strong, moved 5 stones and tamed the wrath of hell, so it retreats, abashed, when you are heard: your instrument blames the church itself.

For though the works of ancient builders cannot match its columns, 10 nothing’s greater than your song

when your clear voice strikes its stones, and your sweet tones surpass it, dwarf it, while making it grow the more.

1. The text is from poets . org. Trans. Michael Smith. 2. An ancient Greek town near Mount Parnassus; site of a famous oracle of Apollo, the god of

music, poetry, truth, and prophecy, among other things. 3. In Greek my thol ogy, the king of Pherae, in Thessaly; befriended by Apollo.

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ELIZABETH ASHBRIDGE

The life of Elizabeth Ashbridge (1713–1755) was full of tumult, adventure, and spiritual seeking. It began in Eng land, where she was born Elizabeth Sampson to Anglican parents, and ended in Ireland, where she had gone to preach as a Quaker minister. She spent much of her adulthood in Britain’s North American colonies. Her odyssey involved repeated changes in her religious af"liation, culminating in her permanent embrace of Quakerism.

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tion to his publications. His writings included “The Bee- hive,” a monumental com- monplace book in manuscript that brings together extracts from his wide reading in classical and modern texts along with his own verses. Pastorius expressed a strong interest in identifying under lying commonalities that could be used to create har- monious socie ties. He understood the sources of harmony to be fundamentally spiritual and mediated by language.

[In These Seven Languages]1

In these Seven Languages I this my Book2 do own, Friend, if thou "nd it, Send the same to Germantown; Thy Recompense shall be the half of half a Crown:3 But, tho’ it be no more than half the half of this, Pray! Be Content therewith, & think it not amiss. 5 Yea and if, when thou com’st, my Cash perhaps is gone, (For Money is thus scarce, that often I have none) A Cup of Drink may do: Or else, alas! thou must Trust unto me a while, As I to Others Trust, Who failing make me fail: A thing extreme unjust! 10 To which I have no lust; But must per Force, poor Dust.

Freund, Was du #ndest, wiedergieb, Sonst hālt man dich vor einen Dieb In diesem; und in jenem Leben Folgt anders nichts als Höllen- pein. 15 Gott Selbst hat disz Gesetz gegeben Zu thun, wie man Gethan will seyn.4 Quod Tibi vis "eri, hoc facias Alijs.5

c. after 1696 1897

1. The text is from Marion Dexter Learned, The Life of Francis Daniel Pastorius, The Founder of Germantown (1908). 2. I.e., his commonplace book known as “The Bee-hive.” 3. A very small sum (a crown being an old Brit- ish coin). 4. Friend, What thou "ndest, return / Other-

wise you will be considered a thief / In this and in the next life / Nothing follows but the pains of hell. / God Himself has given this command / To do unto others as you would have them do onto you (German). 5. What ever you should wish would be done to you, do this unto others (Latin).

1. The text is from Some Account of the Early Part of the Life of Elizabeth Ashbridge, Who Died, in the Truth’s Ser vice, at the House of Robert Lecky, in the County of Carlow, Ireland, the 16th of the 5th Month, 1755. Written by Herself (1807). 2. Psalm 119.71. “David”: second king of

ancient Israel, traditionally considered the author of Psalms. 3. A county in northwest Eng land. 4. Ecclesiastes 11.1: “Cast thy bread upon the waters: for thou shalt "nd it after many days.” 5. Deeply respectful or reverential.

One of the attractions of the Quakers was their ac cep tance of women’s spiritual leadership. As an induential minister, Ashbridge associated with John Woolman (see the next headnote) and other leading Friends. In 1746, "ve years after the death of her second husband, she married Aaron Ashbridge. She composed her autobiography around 1745, and it circulated in manuscript before being published in Eng land in 1774. The Account offers a remarkable view of its author’s spiritual and physical journeys, including the re sis tance that her second husband posed to her embrace of Quakerism and to her preaching, and of the transatlantic faith com- munities that were an impor tant feature of colonial life.

From Some Account of the Early Part of the Life of Elizabeth Ashbridge1

My life having been attended with many uncommon occurrences, I have thought proper to make some remarks on the dealings of divine goodness with me. I have often had cause, with David, to say, “It is good for me that I have been afdicted;”2 and most earnestly I desire that they who read the following lines may take warning, and shun the evils into which I have been drawn.

I was born at Middlewich, in Cheshire,3 in the year 1713, of honest par- ents, named Thomas and Mary Sampson. My father bore a good character, but he was not so strictly religious as my mother, who was a pattern of virtue to me. I was my father’s only child; but my mother had a son and a daughter by a former husband. Soon after I was born, my father went to sea, and, fol- lowing his profession, which was that of a surgeon, made many long voy- ages. He continued in his sea- faring course of life till I was twelve years old, so that the care of the early part of my education devolved upon my mother; and she discharged her duty, in endeavouring to imbue my mind with the princi ples of virtue. I have had reason to be thankful that I was blest with such a parent; her good advice and counsel to me have been as bread cast upon the waters.4 She was an instructive example to all who knew her, and generally beloved; but, alas! as soon as the time came, when she might reasonably expect the bene"t from her labours, and have had com- fort in me, I deserted her. In my childhood I had an awful5 regard for reli- gion and religious people, particularly for ministers, all of whom I believed to be good men and beloved of God, which I earnestly wished to be my own case. I had also great tenderness for the poor, remembering that I had read they were beloved of the Lord. This I supposed to mean such as were poor in temporal things; whom I often visited in their cottages, and used to think that they were better off than myself; yet, if I had money, or any thing suit- able for a gift, I bestowed it on them, recollecting that they who gave to such, lent unto the Lord. I made remarks on those who pretended to religion; and,

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when I heard people swear, I was troubled; for my mother told me that, if I used any naughty words, God would not love me.

I observed that there were several dif fer ent religious socie ties;6 this I often thought of, and wept with desires that I might be directed to the one which it would be best for me to join. In this frame of mind passed my younger years. I was sometimes guilty of the faults common among children, but was always sorry for what I had done amiss; and, till I was fourteen years of age, I was as innocent as most children. About this time, my sorrows (which have continued, for the greatest part of my life, ever since) began, by my giving way to a foolish passion, in setting my affections on a young man, who, with- out the leave of my parents, courted me till I consented to marry him; and, with sorrow of heart, I relate, that I suffered myself to be carried off in the night. We were married. My parents made all pos si ble search for me, as soon as I was missing, but it was in vain. This precipitate act plunged me into much sorrow. I was soon smitten with remorse for thus leaving my parents, whose right it was to have disposed of me to their content, or who, at least, ought to have been consulted. But I was soon chastised for my disobedience, and convinced of my error. In "ve months, I was stripped of the darling of my heart, and left a young and disconsolate widow. I was now without a home. My husband had derived his livelihood only from his trade, which was that of a stocking weaver; and my father was so displeased that he would do nothing for me. My dear mother had some compassion for me, and kept

6. Faiths, or denominations.

Quaker church. This wood engraving of a Quaker church in Philadelphia portrays a woman speaking to a congregation of both men and women. Most Christian denomina- tions severely restricted women’s speech to such mixed audiences.

7. Guilt. 8. Lacking in seriousness. 9. Peculiarity. 1. In the omitted passage, Ashbridge describes adventures, physical and spiritual, that took her to parts of Britain and the northeastern colonies. Trent- town: Trenton, New Jersey, across the Del-

aware River from Philadelphia. 2. I.e., kinswoman, relative. 3. Religious autobiography by this founder of Quakerism, published in 1694. 4. Formal agreement. 5. Satan.

me among the neighbours. Afterwards, by her advice, I went to a relation of hers, at Dublin. We hoped that my absence would soften my father’s rigour; but he continued indexible; he would not send for me back, and I dared not to return unless he did.

The relation I went to reside with was one of the people called Quakers. His habits were so very dif fer ent to what I had been accustomed to, that the visit proved disagreeable to me. I had been brought up in the way of the Church of Eng land, and though, as I have said, I had a religious education, yet I was allowed to sing and dance, which my cousin would not permit. The great vivacity of my natu ral disposition would not, in this instance, suffer me to give way to the gloomy sense of sorrow and conviction;7 and therefore my pres ent restraints had a wrong effect. I became more wild and airy8 than ever; my cousin often reproved me; but I then thought his conduct was the result of singularity9 and would not bear it, or be controlled. Having a distant relation in the West of Ireland, I went to him. I now enjoyed all the liberty I wished; for, what rendered me disagreeable to my other kinsman, was quite pleasing to this. Between these two relations I spent three years and three months.

* * * I went from Trent- town to Philadelphia by water,1 and from thence to my

uncle’s on horse back. My uncle was dead, and my aunt married again; yet, both she and her husband received me in the kindest manner. I had scarcely been three hours in the house, before my opinion of these people began to alter. I perceived a book lying upon the table, and, being fond of reading, took it up; my aunt observed me, and said, “Cousin,2 that is a Quaker’s book.” She saw I was not a Quaker, and supposed I would not like it. I made her no answer, but queried with myself, what can these people write about? I have heard that they deny the scriptures, and have no other bible than George Fox’s Journal,3— denying, also, all the holy ordinances. But, before I had read two pages, my heart burned within me, and, for fear I should be seen, I went into the garden. I sat down, and, as the piece was short, read it before I returned, though I was often obliged to stop to give vent to my tears. The fulness of my heart produced the involuntary exclamation of, “My God, must I, if ever I come to the knowledge of thy truth, be of this man’s opinion, who has sought thee as I have done; and must I join this people, to whom, a few hours ago, I preferred the papists. O, thou God of my salvation, and of my life, who hath abundantly manifested thy long suffering and tender mercy, in redeeming me as from the lowest hell, I beseech thee to direct me in the right way, and keep me from error; so will I perform my covenant,4 and think nothing too near to part with for thy name’s sake. O, happy people, thus beloved of God!” After having collected myself, I washed my face, that it might not be perceived I had been weeping. In the night I got but little sleep; the enemy of mankind5 haunted me with his insinuations, by suggesting that

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6. Those whom God has chosen to be saved. 7. Quaker meetings typically involve periods of silence until a member feels moved to speak. 8. Ashbridge felt hypocritical for having criti- cized a devout woman, perhaps a Quaker or a woman who had violated sanctions against female preachers.

9. Rather than wearing the attire some Quakers adopted, known as plain dress, she wore fancier clothing to disguise her Quaker leanings. 1. Ashbridge’s husband objects to her use of the archaic form of the second- person pronoun, which she employs following Quaker practice.

I was one of those that wavered, and not steadfast in faith; and advancing several texts of scripture against me, as that, in the latter days, there should be those who would deceive the very elect;6 that of such were the people I was among, and that I was in danger of being deluded. Warned in this man- ner, (from the right source as I thought,) I resolved to be aware of those deceivers, and, for some weeks, did not touch one of their books. The next day, being the "rst of the week, I was desirous of going to church, which was distant about four miles; but, being a stranger, and having no one to go with me, I gave up all thoughts of that, and, as most of the family were going to meeting, I went there with them. As we sat in silence,7 I looked over the meeting, and said to myself, “How like fools these people sit; how much bet- ter would it be to stay at home, and read the Bible, or some good book, than come here and go to sleep.” As for me I was very drowsy; and, while asleep, had nearly fallen down. This was the last time I ever fell asleep in a meet- ing. I now began to be lifted up with spiritual pride, and to think myself better than they; but this disposition of mind did not last long. It may seem strange that, after living so long with one of this society at Dublin, I should yet be so much a stranger to them. In answer, let it be considered that, while I was there, I never read any of their books, nor went to one meeting; besides, I had heard such accounts of them, as made me think that, of all socie ties, they were the worst. But he who knows the sincerity of the heart, looked on my weakness with pity; I was permitted to see my error, and shown that these were the people I ought to join.

* * * I loved to go to meetings, but did not love to be seen going on week- days,

and therefore went to them, from my school, through the woods. Notwith- standing all my care, the neighbours, (who were not friends,) soon began to revile me with the name of Quaker; adding, that they supposed I intended to be a fool, and turn preacher. Thus did I receive the same censure, which, about a year before, I had passed on one of the handmaids of the Lord in Boston. I was so weak, that I could not bear the reproach.8 In order to change their opinion, I went into greater excess of apparel than I had freedom to do,9 even before I became acquainted with friends. In this condition I con- tinued till my husband came, and then began the trial of my faith.

Before he reached me, he heard I was turned Quaker; at which he stamped, and said, “I had rather have heard she was dead, well as I love her; for, if it be so, all my comfort is gone. He then came to me; it was after an absence of four months; I got up and said to him, “My dear, I am glad to see thee.” At this, he dew into a great rage, exclaiming, “The devil thee, thee, thee, don’t thee me.”1 I endeavoured, by every mild means, to pacify him; and, at length, got him "t to speak to my relations. As soon after this as we were alone, he said to me, “And so I see your Quaker relations have made you one;” I replied, that they had not, (which was true,) I never told them how it was

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with me. He said he would not stay amongst them; and, having found a place to his mind, hired, and came directly back to fetch me, walking, in one after noon, thirty miles to keep me from meeting the next day, which was "rst day. He took me, after resting this day, to the place where he had hired, and to lodgings he had engaged at the house of a churchwarden. This man was a bitter enemy of Friends, and did all he could to irritate my hus- band against them.

Though I did not appear like a friend,2 they all believed me to be one. When my husband and he used to be making their diversions and reviling, I sat in silence, though now and then an involuntary sigh broke from me; at which he would say, “ There, did not I tell you your wife was a Quaker, and she will become a preacher.” On such an occasion as this, my husband once came up to me, in a great rage, and shaking his hand over me, said, “You had better be hanged in that day.” I was seized with horror, and again plunged into despair, which continued nearly three months. I was afraid that, by denying the Lord, the heavens would be shut against me. I walked much alone in the woods, and there, where no eye saw, or ear heard me, lamented my miserable condition. Often have I wandered, from morning till night, without food. I was brought so low that my life became a burden to me; and the devil seemed to vaunt that, though the sins of my youth were forgiven me, yet now I had committed an unpardonable sin, and hell would inevita- bly be my portion, and my torments would be greater than if I had hanged myself at "rst.

* * * Thus, for some time, I had to go eight miles on foot to meeting, which I

never thought hard.3 My husband had a horse, but he would not suffer me to ride on it; nor, when my shoes were worn out, would he let me have a new pair; but, though he hoped, on this account, to keep me from meeting, it did not hinder me:— I have tied them- round with strings to keep them on.

Finding that all the means he had yet used could not alter my resolutions, he several times struck me with severe blows. I endeavoured to bear all with patience, believing that the time would come when he would see I was in the right. Once he came up to me, took out his penknife, and said, “If you offer to go to meeting to- morrow, with this knife I’ll cripple you, for you shall not be a Quaker.” I made him no answer. In the morning, I set out as usual; he did not attempt to harm me. Having despaired of recovering me himself, he ded, for help, to the priest, whom he told, that I had been a very religious woman, in the way of the Church of Eng land, of which I was a member, and had a good certi"cate from Long Island;4 that I was now bewitched, and had turned Quaker, which almost broke his heart; and, therefore, he desired that, as he5 was one who had the care of souls, he would come and pay me a visit, and use his endeavours to reclaim me, which he hoped, by the bless- ing of God, would be done. The priest consented, and "xed the time for his coming, which was that day two weeks, as he said he could not come sooner. My husband came home extremely pleased, and told me of it. I replied, with

2. I.e., did not wear plain dress. 3. For many months, Ashbridge’s husband con- tinued to oppose her membership in the Society of Friends.

4. In New York. 5. I.e., the priest; the following “he” and “his” refer to the priest as well.

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a smile, I trusted I should be enabled to give a reason for the hope within me; yet I believed, at the same time, that the priest would never trou ble him- self about me, which proved to be the case. * * *

This day, as usual, I had gone to meeting on foot. While my husband (as he afterwards told me) was lying on the bed, these words crossed his mind: “Lord, where shall I dy to shun thee,” &c. upon which he arose, and, seeing it rain, got the horse and set off to fetch me, arriving just as the meeting broke up. I got on horse back as quickly as pos si ble, lest he should hear I had been speaking; he did hear of it nevertheless, and, as soon as we were in the woods, began with saying, “Why do you mean thus to make my life unhappy? What, could you not be a Quaker, without turning fool in this manner?” I answered in tears, “My dear, look on me with pity, if thou hast any; canst thou think that I, in the bloom of my days, would bear all that thou knowest of, and much that thou knowest not of, if I did not feel it my duty.” These words touched him, and, he said, “Well, I’ll e’en give you up; I see it wont avail to strive; if it be of God I cannot overthrow it; and, if of yourself, it will soon fall.” I saw the tears stand in his eyes, at which I was overcome with joy, and began already to reap the fruits of my obedience. But my trials were not yet over. The time appointed for the priest to visit me arrived, but no priest appeared. My husband went to fetch him, but he refused, saying he was busy, which so displeased my husband that he never went to hear him again, and, for some time, went to no place of worship.

* * * * * * One day he said to me, “I would go to meeting, only I’m afraid I shall

hear your clack, which I cannot bear.” I used no persuasions. When meeting- time came, he got the horse, took me behind him, and went. For several months, if he saw me offer to rise, he went out; till, one day, I rose before he was aware and then, as he afterwards owned, he was ashamed to do it.

From this time, he left off the practice, and never hindered me from going to meeting.

ca. 1745 1774

JOHN WOOLMAN

In the cata log of American writers, John Woolman (1720–1772) stands out as a model of integrity, decency, and forthrightness. He was born on his family’s farm in Burlington County, New Jersey, a few miles east of Philadelphia, and attended school in Mount Holly, New Jersey, where he later set up in business for himself. Woolman’s success in business offended his Quaker belief in simplicity, and he deliberately cut back his commercial dealings. While writing a bill of sale for a slave, Woolman "rst became aware of the condict between public law and private con- science that was to absorb him for the rest of his life. Although he tells us that on that "rst occasion he remained silent, “gave way,” and wrote the bill of sale, he never made that mistake again. The next time, he informed the owner that slavery and a

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religious conscience were incompatible. Woolman thereafter found his true vocation in “speaking up” fellow Quakers in their homes and at assemblies. In his “conversa- tions” with Quakers, Woolman warned of dangers: materialist society, exploitation of workers, military conscription, paying taxes to support wars, and above all, cor- ruptions caused by slavery.

Woolman knew Elizabeth Ashbridge and was familiar with her autobiographical narrative when he wrote his own. First published in 1774, and consistently in print ever since, Woolman’s Journal has been admired not only for the life and tempera- ment it reveals but also for the directness and simplicity of its style.

From The Journal of John Woolman1

[Early Life and Vocation]

I have often felt a motion of love to leave some hints in writing of my experi- ence of the goodness of God, and now, in the thirty- sixth year of my age, I begin this work. I was born in Northampton, in Burlington County in West Jersey, a.d. 1720, and before I was seven years old I began to be acquainted with the operations of divine love. Through the care of my parents, I was taught to read near as soon as I was capable of it, and as I went from school one Seventh Day,2 I remember, while my companions went to play by the way, I went forward out of sight; and sitting down, I read the twenty- second chapter of the Revelations: “He showed me a river of water, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and the Lamb, etc.”3 And in reading it my mind was drawn to seek after that pure habitation which I then believed God had prepared for His servants. The place where I sat and the sweetness that attended my mind remains fresh in my memory.

This and the like gracious visitations4 had that effect upon me, that when boys used ill language it troubled me, and through the continued mercies of God I was preserved from it. The pious instructions of my parents were often fresh in my mind when I happened amongst wicked children, and was of use to me. My parents, having a large family of children, used frequently on First Days after meeting5 to put us to read in the Holy Scriptures or some religious books, one after another, the rest sitting by without much conver- sation, which I have since often thought was a good practice. From what I had read and heard, I believed there had been in past ages people who walked in uprightness before God in a degree exceeding any that I knew, or heard of, now living; and the apprehension of there being less steadiness and "rm- ness amongst people in this age than in past ages often troubled me while I was a child.

I had a dream about the ninth year of my age as follows: I saw the moon rise near the west and run a regular course eastward, so swift that in about

1. The text is from The Journal and Major Essays of John Woolman (1971), edited by Phillips  P. Mouton. 2. I.e., Saturday. Quakers substituted numbers for the days of the week both for the sake of sim- plicity and to discard the names of the pagan gods (e.g., Saturday was named in honor of the Roman god Saturn).

3. Revelation 22.1. 4. I.e., similar moments when he felt God’s pres- ence again. 5. Quakers refer to their assemblies as “meet- ings” and their church as a “meeting house.” It is the custom for worshipers to remain silent until someone is moved to speak.

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6. Full of awe. 7. I.e., sun snake, an imaginary creature. 8. Proverbs 12.10.

9. Undutifully, ungraciously. 1. Frivolous, unthinking.

a quarter of an hour she reached our meridian, when there descended from her a small cloud on a direct line to the earth, which lighted on a pleasant green about twenty yards from the door of my father’s house (in which I thought I stood) and was immediately turned into a beautiful green tree. The moon appeared to run on with equal swiftness and soon set in the east, at which time the sun arose at the place where it commonly does in the sum- mer, and shining with full radiance in a serene air, it appeared as pleasant a morning as ever I saw.

All this time I stood still in the door in an awful6 frame of mind, and I observed that as heat increased by the rising sun, it wrought so powerfully on the little green tree that the leaves gradually withered; and before noon it appeared dry and dead. There then appeared a being, small of size, full of strength and resolution, moving swift from the north, southward, called a sun worm.7

Another thing remarkable in my childhood was that once, going to a neigh- bor’s house, I saw on the way a robin sitting on her nest; and as I came near she went off, but having young ones, dew about and with many cries expressed her concern for them. I stood and threw stones at her, till one striking her, she fell down dead. At "rst I was pleased with the exploit, but after a few minutes was seized with horror, as having in a sportive way killed an inno- cent creature while she was careful for her young. I beheld her lying dead and thought those young ones for which she was so careful must now per- ish for want of their dam to nourish them; and after some painful consider- ations on the subject, I climbed up the tree, took all the young birds and killed them, supposing that better than to leave them to pine away and die miserably, and believed in this case that Scripture proverb was ful"lled, “The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel.”8 I then went on my errand, but for some hours could think of little else but the cruelties I had committed, and was much troubled.

Thus He whose tender mercies are over all His works hath placed a princi- ple in the human mind which incites to exercise goodness toward every living creature; and this being singly attended to, people become tenderhearted and sympathizing, but being frequently and totally rejected, the mind shuts itself up in a contrary disposition.

About the twelfth year of my age, my father being abroad, my mother reproved me for some misconduct, to which I made an undutiful reply; and the next First Day as I was with my father returning from meeting, he told me he understood I had behaved amiss to my mother and advised me to be more careful in future. I knew myself blameable, and in shame and confu- sion remained silent. Being thus awakened to a sense of my wickedness, I felt remorse in my mind, and getting home I retired and prayed to the Lord to forgive me, and do not remember that I ever after that spoke unhand- somely9 to either of my parents, however foolish in other things.

Having attained the age of sixteen years, I began to love wanton1 com- pany, and though I was preserved from profane language or scandalous con- duct, still I perceived a plant in me which produced much wild grapes. Yet

2. Cf. Ecclesiastes 1.2. “Want”: lack. 3. I.e., ultimate spiritual real ity. 4. I.e., those ideals basic to the Religious Soci- ety of Friends.

5. Cf. Ecclesiastes 9.11. 6. Religious experience. 7. Satan. 8. Jeremiah 3.25.

my merciful Father forsook me not utterly, but at times through His grace I was brought seriously to consider my ways, and the sight of my backsliding affected me with sorrow. But for want of rightly attending to the reproofs of instruction, vanity was added to vanity,2 and repentance to repentance; upon the whole my mind was more and more alienated from the Truth,3 and I has- tened toward destruction. While I meditate on the gulf toward which I trav- eled and redect on my youthful disobedience, for these things I weep; mine eye runneth down with water.

Advancing in age the number of my acquaintance increased, and thereby my way grew more dif"cult. Though I had heretofore found comfort in read- ing the Holy Scriptures and thinking on heavenly things, I was now estranged therefrom. I knew I was going from the dock of Christ and had no resolution to return; hence serious redections were uneasy to me and youthful vanities and diversions my greatest plea sure. Running in this road I found many like myself, and we associated in that which is reverse to true friendship.4

But in this swift race5 it pleased God to visit me with sickness, so that I doubted of recovering. And then did darkness, horror, and amazement with full force seize me, even when my pain and distress of body was very great. I thought it would have been better for me never to have had a being than to see the day which I now saw. I was "lled with confusion, and in great afdiction both of mind and body I lay and bewailed myself. I had not con"- dence to lift up my cries to God, whom I had thus offended, but in a deep sense of my great folly I was humbled before Him, and at length that Word which is as a "re and a hammer broke and dissolved my rebellious heart. And then my cries were put up in contrition, and in the multitude of His mercies I found inward relief, and felt a close engagement that if He was pleased to restore my health, I might walk humbly before Him.

After my recovery this exercise6 remained with me a considerable time; but by degrees giving way to youthful vanities, they gained strength, and get- ting with wanton young people I lost ground. The Lord had been very gra- cious and spoke peace to me in the time of my distress, and I now most ungratefully turned again to folly, on which account at times I felt sharp reproof but did not get low enough to cry for help. I was not so hardy as to commit things scandalous, but to exceed in vanity and promote mirth was my chief study. Still I retained a love and esteem for pious people, and their com pany brought an awe upon me.

My dear parents several times admonished me in the fear of the Lord, and their admonition entered into my heart and had a good effect for a season, but not getting deep enough to pray rightly, the tempter7 when he came found entrance. I remember once, having spent a part of the day in wantonness, as I went to bed at night there lay in a win dow near my bed a Bible, which I opened, and "rst cast my eye on the text, “We lie down in our shame, and our confusion covers us.”8 This I knew to be my case, and meeting with so unexpected a reproof, I was somewhat affected with it and went to bed under remorse of conscience, which I soon cast off again.

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9. I.e., live mindfully of Christ and in humility. 1. Desolate places. 2. Ezekiel was a priest and prophet to whom God said, “Son of man, I have made thee a watchman

unto the house of Israel: therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me” (Ezekiel 3.17).

Thus time passed on; my heart was replenished with mirth and wanton- ness, while pleasing scenes of vanity were presented to my imagination till I attained the age of eigh teen years, near which time I felt the judgments of God in my soul like a consuming "re, and looking over my past life the pros- pect was moving. I was often sad and longed to be delivered from those vanities; then again my heart was strongly inclined to them, and there was in me a sore condict. At times I turned to folly, and then again sorrow and confusion took hold of me. In a while I resolved totally to leave off some of my vanities, but there was a secret reserve in my heart of the more re"ned part of them, and I was not low enough to "nd true peace. Thus for some months I had great trou ble, there remaining in me an unsubjected will which rendered my labors fruitless, till at length through the merciful continuance of heavenly visitations I was made to bow down in spirit before the Lord.

I remember one eve ning I had spent some time in reading a pious author, and walking out alone I humbly prayed to the Lord for His help, that I might be delivered from all those vanities which so ensnared me. Thus being brought low, He helped me; and as I learned to bear the cross9 I felt refresh- ment to come from His presence; but not keeping in that strength which gave victory, I lost ground again, the sense of which greatly affected me; and I sought deserts1 and lonely places and there with tears did confess my sins to God and humbly craved help of Him. And I may say with reverence He was near to me in my trou bles, and in those times of humiliation opened my ear to discipline.

* * * About the twenty- third year of my age, I had many fresh and heavenly

openings in re spect to the care and providence of the Almighty over his crea- tures in general, and over man as the most noble amongst those which are vis i ble. And being clearly convinced in my judgment that to place my whole trust in God was best for me, I felt renewed engagements that in all things I might act on an inward princi ple of virtue and pursue worldly business no further than as Truth opened my way therein.

About the time called Christmas I observed many people from the coun- try and dwellers in town who, resorting to the public houses, spent their time in drinking and vain sports, tending to corrupt one another, on which account I was much troubled. At one house in par tic u lar there was much disorder, and I believed it was a duty laid on me to go and speak to the mas- ter of that house. I considered I was young and that several el derly Friends in town had opportunity to see these things, and though I would gladly have been excused, yet I could not feel my mind clear.

The exercise was heavy, and as I was reading what the Almighty said to Ezekiel respecting his duty as a watchman,2 the matter was set home more clearly; and then with prayer and tears I besought the Lord for His assis- tance, who in loving- kindness gave me a resigned heart. Then at a suitable opportunity I went to the public house, and seeing the man amongst a com- pany, I went to him and told him I wanted to speak with him; so we went

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JOHN MARRANT

J ohn Marrant (1755-1791) was born in New York City into a free black family. While he was still a child, the family moved to Florida and then Georgia. When he was eleven they moved again, settling in Charleston, South Carolina. There Marrant studied music for two years and began learning a trade. He was thirteen when he heard a sermon by the evangelist George White"eld that transformed his life and led to the adventures in his narrative. A Narrative of the Lord’s Wonderful Dealings with John Marrant, a Black was im mensely popu lar, printed at least twenty- one times between 1785 and 1835, and read on both sides of the Atlantic. An “as- told-to” text transcribed and edited by the Reverend William Aldridge, the Narrative shares features of several narrative traditions— conversion, Indian cap- tivity, and slave— and thus encapsulates the pervasive role that themes of capture and liberation played in several of early Amer i ca’s most popu lar and induential literary genres. Some of the narrative’s appeal came from its improbable story of the spiritually motivated adventures of a free black teenager.

aside, and there in the fear and dread of the Almighty I expressed to him what rested on my mind, which he took kindly, and afterward showed more regard to me than before. In a few years after, he died middle- aged, and I often thought that had I neglected my duty in that case it would have given me great trou ble, and I was humbly thankful to my gracious Father, who had supported me herein.

My employer, having a Negro woman, sold her and directed me to write a bill of sale, the man being waiting who bought her. The thing was sudden, and though the thoughts of writing an instrument of slavery for one of my fellow creatures felt uneasy,3 yet I remembered I was hired by the year, that it was my master who directed me to do it, and that it was an el derly man, a member of our Society, who bought her; so through weakness I gave way and wrote it, but at the executing [of] it, I was so afdicted in my mind that I said before my master and the Friend that I believed slavekeeping to be a practice inconsistent with the Christian religion. This in some degree abated my uneasiness, yet as often as I redected seriously upon it I thought I should have been clearer if I had desired to be excused from it as a thing against my conscience, for such it was. And some time after this a young man of our Society spake to me to write an instrument of slavery, he hav- ing lately taken a Negro into his house. I told him I was not easy to write it, for though many kept slaves in our Society, as in others, I still believed the practice was not right, and desired to be excused from writing [it]. I spoke to him in good will, and he told me that keeping slaves was not altogether agreeable to his mind, but that the slave being a gift made to his wife, he had accepted of her.

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3. I.e., it contradicted his sense of right, so he felt ill at ease with his conscience.

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1. The text is from the fourth edition of A Narra- tive of the Lord’s Wonderful Dealings with John Marrant, a Black (Now Going to Preach the Gos- pel in Nova Scotia) Born in New- York, in North Amer i ca (1785?). 2. Marrant was staying in Charleston with his mother and siblings, but the visit was going badly. In the preceding passage, they tormented him about his newfound faith, and he considered suicide, but he realized that “if I did destroy myself I could not come where God was.” 3. The En glish theologian Isaac Watts (1674– 1748) is known as the father of En glish hymnody.

4. Marrant traveled alone “in the desart” (des- ert, or wilderness), sleeping in trees and growing progressively weaker. At one point, he describes being reduced to eating deer grass and "nding it “the best meal I ever had in my life.” He writes, “I continued travelling on for nine days, feeding upon grass, and not knowing whither I was going; but the Lord Jesus Christ was very pres ent, and that comforted me through all.” His account echoes Jesus’ time in the wilderness (Matthew 4.1–11, Luke 4.1–13, Mark 1.12–13). 5. I.e., having sold skins in winter.

From A Narrative of the Lord’s Wonderful Dealings with John Marrant, a Black1

* * * * * * I rose one morning very early, to get a little quietness and retirement, I went into the woods, and staid till eight o’clock in the morning; upon my return I found them all at breakfast;2 I passed by them, and went up- stairs without any interruption; I went upon my knees to the Lord, and returned him thanks; then I took up a small pocket Bible and one of Dr. Watts’s hymn books,3 and passing by them went out without one word spoken by any of us. After spending some time in the "elds I was persuaded to go from home altogether. Accordingly I went over the fence, about half a mile from our house, which divided the inhabited and cultivated parts of the country from the wilderness. I continued travelling in the desert all day without the least inclination of returning back.4 * * * As I was going on, and musing upon the goodness of the Lord, an Indian hunter, who stood at some distance, saw me; he hid himself behind a tree; but as I passed along he bolted out, and put his hands on my breast, which surprised me a few moments. He then asked me where I was going? I answered I did not know; but where the Lord was pleased to guide me. Having heard me praising God before I came up to him, he enquired who I was talking to? I told him I was talking to my Lord Jesus; he seemed surprised, and asked me where he was? for he did not see him there. I told him he could not be seen with bodily eyes. After a little more talk, he insisted upon taking me home; but I refused, and added, that I would die rather than return home. He then asked me if I knew how far I was from home? I answered, I did not know; you are 55 miles and a half, says he, from home. He farther asked me how I did to live? I said I was supported by the Lord. He asked me how I slept? I answered, the Lord pro- vided me with a bed every night; he further enquired what preserved me from being devoured by the wild beasts? I replied, the Lord Jesus Christ kept me from them. He stood astonished, and said, you say the Lord Jesus Christ do this, and do that, and do every thing for you, he must be a very "ne man, where is he? I replied, he is here pres ent. To this he made me no answer, only said, I know you, and your mother and sister, and upon a little further conversation I found he did know them, having been used in winter to sell skins5 in our town. This alarmed me, and I wept for fear he would take me home by force; but when he saw me so affected, he said he would not take me home if I would go with him. I objected against that, for fear he would

rob me of my comfort and communion with God: But at last, being much pressed, I consented to go. Our employment for ten weeks and three days, was killing deer, and taking off their skins by day, which we afterwards hung on the trees to dry till they were sent for; the means of defence and security against our nocturnal enemies, always took up the eve nings: We collected a number of large bushes, and placed them nearly in a circular form, which uniting at the extremity, afforded us both a verdant covering, and a suf"cient shelter from the night dews. What moss we could gather was strewed upon the ground, and this composed our bed. A "re was kindled in the front of our temporary lodging room, and fed with fresh fuel all night, as we slept and watched by turns; and this was our defence from the dreadful animals, whose shining eyes and tremendous roar we often saw and heard during the night.

By constant conversation with the hunter, I acquired a fuller knowledge of the Indian tongue: This, together with the sweet communion I enjoyed with God, I have considered as a preparation for the great trial I was soon after to pass through.

The hunting season being now at an end, we left the woods, and directed our course towards a large Indian town, belonging to the Cherokee nation; and having reached it, I said to the hunter, they will not suffer6 me to enter in. He replied, as I was with him, nobody would interrupt me.

There was an Indian forti"cation all round the town, and a guard placed at each entrance. The hunter passed one of these without molestation, but I was stopped by the guard and examined. They asked me where I came from, and what was my business there? My companion of the woods attempted to speak for me, but was not permitted; he was taken away, and I saw him no more. I was now surrounded by about 50 men, and carried to one of their chiefs to be examined by him. When I came before him, he asked me what was my business there? I told him I came there with a hunter, whom I met with in the woods. He replied, “Did I not know that whoever came there without giving a better account of themselves than I did, was to be put to death?” I said I did not know it. Observing that I answered him so readily in his own language, he asked me where I learnt it? To this I returned no answer, but burst out into a dood of tears; and calling upon my Lord Jesus. At this he stood astonished, and expressed a concern for me, and said I was young. He asked me who my Lord Jesus was? To this I gave him no answer, but continued praying and weeping. Addressing himself to the of"- cer who stood by him, he said he was sorry; but it was the law, and it must not be broken. I was then ordered to be taken away, and put into a place of con"nement. They led me from their court into a low dark place, and thrust me into it, very dreary and dismal; they made fast the door, and set a watch. The judge sent for the executioner, and gave him his warrant for my execu- tion in the after noon of the next day. The executioner came, and gave me notice of it, which made me very happy, as the near prospect of death made me hope for a speedy deliverance from the body: And truly this dungeon became my chapel, for the Lord Jesus did not leave me in this great trou ble, but was very pres ent, so that I continued blessing him, and singing his praises all night without ceasing: The watch hearing the noise, informed the exe- cutioner that somebody had been in the dungeon with me all night; upon

6. Allow.

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7. “ These pegs were to be kindled at the oppo- site end from the body” [Marrant’s note].

8. See Daniel 6. “Three children . . . furnace”: see Daniel 3.

which he came in to see and to examine, with a great torch lighted in his hand, who it was I had with me; but "nding nobody, he turned round, and asked me who it was? I told him it was the Lord Jesus Christ; but he made no answer, turned away, went out, and locked the door. At the hour appointed for my execution I was taken out, and led to the destined spot, amidst a vast number of people. I praised the Lord all the way we went, and when we arrived at the place I understood the kind of death I was to suffer, yet, blessed be God, none of those things moved me. The executioner shewed me a bas- ket of turpentine wood, stuck full of small pieces, like skewers; he told me I was to be stripped naked, and laid down in the basket, and these sharp pegs were to be stuck into me, and then set on "re, and when they had burnt to my body,7 I was to be turned on the other side, and served in the same manner, and then to be taken by four men and thrown into the dame, which was to "nish the execution. I burst into tears, and asked what I had done to deserve so cruel a death! To this he gave me no answer. I cried out, Lord, if it be thy will that it should be so, thy will be done: I then asked the execu- tioner to let me go to prayer; he asked me to whom? I answered, to the Lord my God; he seemed surprized, and asked me where he was? I told him he was pres ent; upon which he gave me leave. I desired them all to do as I did, so I fell down upon my knees, and mentioned to the Lord his delivering of the three children in the "ery furnace, and of Daniel in the lion’s den,8 and had close communion with God. I prayed in En glish a considerable time, and about the middle of my prayer, the Lord impressed a strong desire upon my mind to turn into their language, and pray in their tongue. I did so, and with remarkable liberty, which wonderfully affected the people. One circum- stance was very singular, and strikingly displays the power and grace of God. I believe the executioner was savingly converted to God. He rose from his knees, and embraced me round the middle, and was unable to speak for about "ve minutes; the "rst words he expressed, when he had utterance, were, “No man shall hurt thee till thou hast been to the king.”

I was taken away immediately, and as we passed along, and I was redect- ing upon the deliverance which the Lord had wrought out for me, and hear- ing the praises which the executioner was singing to the Lord, I must own I was utterly at a loss to "nd words to praise him. I broke out in these words, what can’t the Lord Jesus do! and what power is like unto his! I will thank thee for what is passed, and trust thee for what is to come. I will sing thy praise with my feeble tongue whilst life and breath shall last, and when I fail to sound thy praises here, I hope to sing them round thy throne above: And thus, with unspeakable joy, I sung two verses of Dr. Watts’s hymns:

“My God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights; The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. In darkest shades, if thou appear, My dawning is begun; Thou art my soul’s bright morning star, And thou my rising sun.”

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9. Isaiah 53 begins “Who hath believed our report? And to whom is the arm of the Lord revealed?” Matthew 26 describes Jesus’ actions before his Cruci"xion. 1. “Or what those parts were which seemed to affect me so much, not knowing what I read, as

he did not understand the En glish language” [Marrant’s note]. 2. Genesis 42.36. 3. Who will hinder or prevent it? Cf. Isaiah 44.13.

Passing by the judge’s door, he stopped us, and asked the executioner why he brought me back? The man fell upon his knees, and begged he would permit me to be carried before the king, which being granted, I went on, guarded by two hundred soldiers with bows and arrows. After many wind- ings I entered the king’s outward chamber, and after waiting some time he came to the door, and his "rst question was, how came I there? I answered, I came with a hunter whom I met with in the woods, and who persuaded me to come there. He then asked me how old I was? I told him not "fteen. He asked me how I was supported before I met with this man? I answered, by the Lord Jesus Christ, which seemed to confound him. He turned round, and asked me if he lived where I came from? I answered, yes, and here also. He looked about the room, and said he did not see him; but I told him I felt him. The executioner fell upon his knees, and intreated the king, and told him what he had felt of the same Lord. At this instant the king’s eldest daughter came into the chamber, a person about 19 years of age, and stood at my right- hand. I had a Bible in my hand, which she took out of it, and having opened it, she kissed it; and seemed much delighted with it. When she had put it into my hand again; the king asked me what it was? and I told him, the name of my God was recorded there; and, after several questions, he bid me read it; which I did, particularly the 53d chapter of Isaiah, in the most solemn manner I was able; and also the 26th chapter of Matthew’s Gospel;9 and when I pronounced the name of Jesus, the par tic u lar effect it had upon me was observed by the king. When I had "nished reading, he asked me why I read those names1 with so much reverence? I told him, because the Being to whom those names belonged made heaven and earth, and I and he; this he denied. I then pointed to the sun, and asked him who made the sun, and moon, and stars, and preserved them in their regular order? He said there was a man in their town that did it. I laboured as much as I could to convince him to the contrary. His daughter took the book out of my hand a second time; she opened it, and kissed it again; her father bid her give it to me, which she did; but said, with much sorrow, the book would not speak to her. The executioner then fell upon his knees, and begged the king to let me go to prayer, which being granted, we all went upon our knees, and now the Lord displayed his glorious power. In the midst of the prayer some of them cried out, particularly the king’s daughter, and the man who ordered me to be executed, and several others seemed under deep conviction of sin: This made the king very angry; he called me a witch, and commanded me to be thrust into the prison, and to be exe- cuted the next morning. This was enough to make me think, as old Jacob once did, “All these things are against me;”2 for I was dragged away, and thrust into the dungeon with much indignation; but God, who never for- sakes his people, was with me. Though I was weak in body, yet was I strong in the spirit: The Lord works, and who shall let it?3 The executioner went to the king, and assured him, that if he put me to death, his daughter would never be well. They used the skill of all their doctors that after noon and

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night; but physical prescriptions were useless. In the morning the executioner came to me, and, without opening the prison door, called to me, and hear- ing me answer, said, “Fear not, thy God who delivered thee yesterday, will deliver thee to- day.” This comforted me very much, especially to "nd he could trust the Lord. Soon after I was fetched out; I thought it was to be executed; but they led me away to the king’s chamber with much bodily weakness, having been without food two days. When I came into the king’s presence, he said to me, with much anger, if I did not make his daughter and that man well, I should be laid down and chopped into pieces before him. I was not afraid, but the Lord tried my faith sharply. The king’s daughter and the other person were brought out into the outer chamber, and we went to prayer; but the heavens were locked up to my petitions. I besought the Lord again, but received no answer: I cried again, and he was intreated. He said, “Be it to thee as thou wilt;”4 the Lord appeared most lovely and glorious; the king himself was awakened, and the others set at liberty. A great change took place among the people; the king’s house became God’s house; the soldiers were ordered away, and the poor con- demned prisoner had perfect liberty, and was treated like a prince. Now the Lord made all my enemies to become my great friends. I remained nine weeks in the king’s palace, praising God day and night: I was never out but three days all the time. I had assumed the habit of the country, and was dressed much like the king, and nothing was too good for me. The king would take off his golden ornaments, his chain and bracelets, like a child, if I objected to them, and lay them aside. Here I learnt to speak their tongue in the highest stile.5

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4. In Matthew 15.28, Jesus says this to a woman from Canaan. He has agreed to cast a devil out of her daughter. 5. Eventually, Marrant had a dramatic home-

coming at his mother’s house. At the end of the Narrative, he is in London and preparing to depart for Nova Scotia.

REBECCA SAMUEL

L ike her con temporary Abigail Adams, Rebecca Alexander Samuel (d. 1790s) wrote letters that offer a fascinating glimpse into her cultural milieu. In Samu- el’s case, that milieu involved Jewish life in the early republic. Little is known about Samuel apart from her letters. She and her husband, Hyman Samuel, a silver- smith and watchmaker, lived in southern cities and towns including Petersburg, Virginia; Baltimore, Mary land; and Charleston, South Carolina. They prob ably came originally from Germany and may have spent time in Eng land. Writing in the German Jewish dialect of Yiddish to her parents, in Hamburg, Germany, Samuel described vari ous challenges that her family experienced in practicing their faith and sustaining their religious identity. Samuel also emphasized her appreciation for the absence of religious coercion in the United States and the relative ac cep tance that they found in the southern states.

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1. The texts are from Jacob Rader Marcus, Amer- ican Jewry Documents: Eigh teenth Century (1959). Bracketed material is by Marcus.

2. The year according to the Hebrew calendar. “Shebat”: variant spelling of Shabbat, the Hebrew word for Sabbath.

Letters to Her Parents1

Petersburg, January 12, 1791, Wednesday, 8th [7th?] Shebat, 5551.2

Dear and Worthy Parents: I received your dear letter with much plea sure and therefrom understand

that you are in good health, thank God, and that made us especially happy. The same is not lacking with us— may we live to be a hundred years. Amen.

Dear parents, you complain that you do not receive any letters from us, and my mother- in- law writes the same. I don’t know what’s going on. I have writ- ten more letters than I have received from you. Whenever I can and have an opportunity, I give letters to take along, and I send letters by post when I do not have any other opportunity. It is already six months since we received let- ters from you and from London. The last letter you sent was through Sender [Alexander], and it was the beginning of the month of Ab [July, 1790] when we received it. Now you can realize that we too have been somewhat worried. We are completely isolated here. We do not have any friends, and when we do not hear from you for any length of time, it is enough to make us sick. I hope that I will get to see some of my family. That will give me some satisfaction.

You write me that Mr. Jacob Renner’s son Reuben is in Philadelphia and that he will come to us. People will not advise him to come to Virginia. When the Jews of Philadelphia or New York hear the name Virginia, they get nasty. And they are not wrong! It won’t do for a Jew. In the "rst place it is an unhealthful district, and we are only human. God forbid, if anything should happen to us, where would we be thrown? There is no cemetery in the whole of Virginia. In Richmond, which is twenty- two miles from here, there is a Jewish community consisting of two quorums [twenty men], and the two cannot muster a quarter [quorum when needed?].

You cannot imagine what kind of Jews they have here [in Virginia]. They were all German itinerants who made a living by begging in Germany. They came to Amer i ca during the war, as soldiers, and now they can’t recognize themselves.

One can make a good living here, and all live at peace. Anyone can do what he wants. There is no rabbi in all of Amer i ca to excommunicate any- one. This is a blessing here; Jew and Gentile are as one. There is no galut [“exile,” rejection of Jews] here. In New York and Philadelphia there is more galut. The reason is that there are too many German Gentiles and Jews there. The German Gentiles cannot forsake their anti- Jewish prejudice; and the German Jews cannot forsake their disgraceful conduct; and that’s what makes the galut.

[Rebecca Samuel]

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3. This undated letter was written before 1796, the year that Samuel moved from Petersburg to Charleston.

4. Hebrew term for the person who ritually slaughters animals according to Jewish law, pro- ducing kosher meat.

Dear Parents: I hope my letter will ease your mind. You can now be reassured and send

me one of the family to Charleston, South Carolina.3 This is the place to which, with God’s help, we will go after Passover. The whole reason why we are leaving this place is because of [lack of] Yehudishkeit [Jewishness].

Dear parents, I know quite well you will not want me to bring up my children like Gentiles. Here they cannot become anything else. Jewishness is pushed aside here. There are here [in Petersburg] ten or twelve Jews, and they are not worthy of being called Jews. We have a shohet4 here who goes to market and buys terefah [nonkosher] meat and then brings it home. On Rosh Ha- Shanah [New Year] and on Yom Kippur [“the Day of Atonement”] the people worshipped here without one sefer torah [“Scroll of the Law”], and not one of them wore the tallit [a large prayer shawl worn in the syna- gogue] or the arba kanfot [the small set of fringes worn on the body], except Hyman and my Sammy’s godfather. The latter is an old man of sixty, a man from Holland. He has been in Amer i ca for thirty years already; for twenty years he was in Charleston, and he has been living here for four years. He does not want to remain here any longer and will go with us to Charleston. In that place there is a blessed community of three hundred Jews.

You can believe me that I crave to see a synagogue to which I can go. The way we live now is no life at all. We do not know what the Sabbath and the holidays are. On the Sabbath all the Jewish shops are open; and they do

Touro Synagogue. Built in 1763, the Touro Synagogue, in Newport, Rhode Island, is the oldest surviving synagogue building in North Amer i ca. Here, rabbis read a Torah scroll on the bima (altar).

business on that day as they do throughout the whole week. But ours we do not allow to open. With us there is still some Sabbath. You must believe me that in our house we all live as Jews as much as we can.

As for the Gentiles [?], we have nothing to complain about. For the sake of a livelihood we do not have to leave here. Nor do we have to leave because of debts. I believe ever since Hyman has grown up that he has not had it so good. You cannot know what a wonderful country this is for the common man. One can live here peacefully. Hyman made a clock that goes very accu- rately, just like the one in the Buchenstrasse in Hamburg. Now you can imagine what honors Hyman has been getting here. In all Virginia there is no clock [like this one], and Virginia is the greatest province in the whole of Amer i ca, and Amer i ca is the largest section of the world. Now you know what sort of a country this is. It is not too long since Virginia was discov- ered. It is a young country. And it is amazing to see the business they do in this little Petersburg. At times as many as a thousand hogsheads of tobacco arrive at one time, and each hogshead contains 1,000 and sometimes 1,200 pounds of tobacco. The tobacco is shipped from here to the whole world.

When Judah [my brother?] comes here, he can become a watchmaker and a goldsmith, if he so desires. Here it is not like Germany where a watch- maker is not permitted to sell silverware. [The contrary is true in this coun- try.] They do not know other wise here. They expect a watchmaker to be a silversmith here. Hyman has more to do in making silverware than with watchmaking. He has a journeyman, a silversmith, a very good artisan, and he, Hyman, takes care of the watches. This work is well paid here, but in Charleston, it pays even better.

All the people who hear that we are leaving give us their blessings. They say that it is sinful that such blessed children should be brought up here in Petersburg. My children cannot learn anything here, nothing Jewish, noth- ing of general culture. My Schoene [my daughter], God bless her, is already three years old. I think it is time that she should learn something, and she has a good head to learn. I have taught her the bedtime prayers and grace after meals in just two lessons. I believe that no one among the Jews here can do as well as she. And my Sammy [born in 1790], God bless him, is already beginning to talk.

I could write more. However, I do not have any more paper. I remain, your devoted daughter and servant,

Rebecca, the wife of Hayyim, the son of Samuel the Levite

I send my family, my . . . [ mother- in- law?] and all my friends and good friends, my regards.

SAGOYEWATHA

The name of the Seneca leader Sagoyewatha (1758?–1830) means roughly “he keeps them awake,” apparently referring to his considerable abilities as an ora- tor. He was also known by the En glish name Red Jacket, after the coat that the

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British awarded him for his ser- vices as a message runner during the Revolutionary War. Follow- ing the War of 1812, he negoti- ated with the United States government to protect Seneca lands in western New York. Among many noteworthy ora- tions, his most famous speech was the reply he gave to the mis- sionary Jacob Cram in 1805 out- lining what has been called a “separatist” position— the notion that while the ways of white Christians may be "ne for them, they are not necessarily equally "ne for nonwhite indigenous peoples, who have their own reli- gious beliefs.

Pres ent at Red Jacket’s speech was Erastus Granger, who had been appointed the postmaster and Indian agent at Buffalo Creek by President Thomas Jefferson. Granger’s immediate subordinate was Joseph Parrish, who prob ably served as translator, as he had done on other occasions. Who- ever transcribed the translation of Red Jacket’s speech— perhaps Granger or Parrish— it appeared in the April 1809 issue of the Monthly Anthology and Boston Review, a miscellaneous magazine, and was reprinted many times throughout the nineteenth century.

Reply to the Missionary Jacob Cram1

Friend and Brother: It was the will of the Great Spirit that we should meet together this day. He orders all things, and has given us a "ne day for our Council. He has taken his garment from before the sun, and caused it to shine with brightness upon us. Our eyes are opened, that we see clearly; our ears are unstopped, that we have been able to hear distinctly the words you have spoken. For all these favors we thank the Great Spirit; and Him only.

Brother: This council "re was kindled by you. It was at your request that we came together at this time. We have listened with attention to what you have said. You requested us to speak our minds freely. This gives us great joy; for we now consider that we stand upright before you, and can speak what we think. All have heard your voice, and all speak to you now as one man. Our minds are agreed.

1. The text is from William Leete Stone, The Life and Times of Red- Jacket, or Sa- go- ye- wat- ha: Being the Sequel to the History of the Six Nations (1841).

Portrait of Sagoyewatha. Sagoyewatha dealt with American presidents from Washington (1789–97) to Jackson (1829–37), delivering major addresses to Washington, Adams, and Monroe in an effort to protect his people’s lands.

2. Rum [Stone’s note].

Brother: You say you want an answer to your talk before you leave this place. It is right you should have one, as you are a great distance from home, and we do not wish to detain you. But we will "rst look back a little, and tell you what our fathers have told us, and what we have heard from the white people.

Brother: Listen to what we say. There was a time when our forefathers owned this great island. Their seats extended from the rising to the setting sun. The Great Spirit had made it for the use of Indians. He had created the buffalo, the deer, and other animals for food. He had made the bear and the beaver. Their skins served us for clothing. He had scattered them over the country, and taught us how to take them. He had caused the earth to produce corn for bread. All this He had done for his red children, because He loved them. If we had some disputes about our hunting ground, they were generally settled without the shedding of much blood. But an evil day came upon us. Your forefathers crossed the great water and landed on this island. Their numbers were small. They found friends and not enemies. They told us they had ded from their own country for fear of wicked men, and had come here to enjoy their religion. They asked for a small seat. We took pity on them, granted their request; and they sat down amongst us. We gave them corn and meat; they gave us poison2 in return.

The white people, Brother, had now found our country. Tidings were car- ried back, and more came amongst us. Yet we did not fear them. We took them to be friends. They called us brothers. We believed them and gave them a larger seat. At length their numbers had greatly increased. They wanted more land; they wanted our country. Our eyes were opened, and our minds became uneasy. Wars took place. Indians were hired to "ght against Indi- ans, and many of our people were destroyed. They also brought strong liquor amongst us. It was strong and power ful, and has slain thousands.

Brother: Our seats were once large and yours were small. You have now become a great people, and we have scarcely a place left to spread our blan- kets. You have got our country, but are not satis"ed; you want to force your religion upon us.

Brother: Continue to listen. You say that you are sent to instruct us how to worship the Great Spirit agreeably to his mind, and, if we do not take hold of the religion which you white people teach, we shall be unhappy here- after. You say that you are right and we are lost. How do we know this to be true? We understand that your religion is written in a book. If it was intended for us as well as you, why has not the Great Spirit given to us, and not only to us, but why did he not give to our forefathers, the knowledge of that book, with the means of understanding it rightly? We only know what you tell us about it. How shall we know when to believe, being so often deceived by the white people?

Brother: You say there is but one way to worship and serve the Great Spirit. If there is but one religion, why do you white people differ so much about it? Why not all agreed, as you can all read the book?

Brother: We do not understand these things. We are told that your reli- gion was given to your forefathers, and has been handed down from father to son. We also have a religion, which was given to our forefathers, and has

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been handed down to us their children. We worship in that way. It teaches us to be thankful for all the favors we receive; to love each other, and to be united. We never quarrel about religion.

Brother: The Great Spirit has made us all, but He has made a great dif- ference between his white and red children. He has given us dif fer ent com- plexions and dif fer ent customs. To you He has given the arts. To these He has not opened our eyes. We know these things to be true. Since He has made so great a difference between us in other things, why may we not con- clude that he has given us a dif fer ent religion according to our understand- ing? The Great Spirit does right. He knows what is best for his children; we are satis"ed.

Brother: We do not wish to destroy your religion, or take it from you. We only want to enjoy our own.

* * * Brother: We are told that you have been preaching to the white people

in this place. These people are our neighbors. We are acquainted with them. We will wait a little while, and see what effect your preaching has upon them. If we "nd it does them good, makes them honest and less disposed to cheat Indians, we will then consider again of what you have said.

Brother: You have now heard our answer to your talk, and this is all we have to say at pres ent. As we are going to part, we will come and take you by the hand, and hope the Great Spirit will protect you on your journey, and return you safe to your friends.

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BENJAMIN FRANKLIN 1706–1790

T o a remarkable extent, the writings of Benjamin Franklin represent the meta-morphosis of New Eng land literary culture from “Puritan” to “Yankee.” They also helped inaugurate the new national sensibility that emerged after the American Revolution. These regional and national transformations can be traced in Poor Richard’s Almanac, in his po liti cal writings, and above all in The Autobiography, which pres ents the personal history and philosophy behind Franklinian self- fashioning. The Autobiography begins by tracing the family’s origins to the En glish Midlands, where they were “franklins”— nonaristocractic landowners— and dis- senting Protestants in a region profoundly disrupted by the En glish Civil Wars (1642–51). This family history of property owner ship and concern for religious and civil liberties sets the stage for the life story that unfolds in sections, which Frank- lin produced from the eve of the American Revolution to shortly after the rati"ca- tion of the United States Constitution and the inauguration of President George Washington. Because he was writing during these tumultuous times, when he was

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much occupied with public business, Franklin was able to carry his story only to his "fty- second year. Despite the narrative’s incompleteness, Franklin’s popu lar fame, the signi"cance of his rise from obscure origins, and his lively prose style helped transform this loosely knit set of consecutive fragments into an iconic work.

Franklin’s father, Josiah, was a maker of candles and soap who moved to Boston in 1682 from Ecton, Northamptonshire, Eng land. He married Abiah Folger, whose father, Peter, was a poet, a linguist, and a missionary to the indigenous inhabitants of Nantucket Island. Benjamin was the tenth son in a family of "fteen children, and Josiah, who took pride in his Protestant ancestry, enrolled his son in Boston Gram- mar School as a preparation for the ministry. His plans were too "nancially ambi- tious, however, and Benjamin was forced to leave school and work for his father. The younger Franklin hated his father’s occupation, however, and threatened to run away to sea.

A compromise was reached, and when Benjamin was twelve he was apprenticed to his brother James, a printer. This trade was a good "t for the young man, who loved books and reading and liked to write. In 1722, James unwittingly published his younger brother’s "rst essay, when he printed an editorial left on his desk signed “Silence Dogood,” the "rst in a series that Franklin produced over several months. The central theme of these letters is the promotion of the public interest, which Franklin had absorbed from Cotton Mather’s Essays to Do Good (1710; excerpted earlier in this volume). When his brother was imprisoned in 1722 for offending Mas sa chu setts of"cials, Franklin published the paper by himself.

The next year, however, Franklin broke with his brother and ran away to Philadel- phia, an act of de"ance that in his later telling accumulated symbolic power as a pre- cursor to the Revolution. At seventeen, with little money in his pocket but already an expert printer, he made his way in the world, subject to numerous “errata”—as he liked to call his mistakes, using the publisher’s term— but con"dent that he could pro"t from lessons learned. His most serious error was in trusting Pennsylvania gov- ernor Sir William Keith, who in 1724 sent him to London by falsely promising to sponsor a new newspaper. During his time in the British capital, Franklin worked as a typesetter and experimented with free thought, even publishing a pamphlet on the topic that he later had to explain in his Autobiography. He returned to the colonies two years later, at the very moment when print culture experienced a remarkable expan- sion and the printer came to play a major public role as a disseminator of information. Franklin, ever an astute businessman, turned this development to his advantage.

Franklin had an uncanny instinct for success and knew that commercialism demanded that anyone in business assume a public persona. He taught himself French, Spanish, Italian, and Latin and yet was shrewd enough to realize that people did not like to do business with merchants who put on airs. He dressed plainly and sometimes carried his own paper in a wheelbarrow through Philadelphia streets to assure prospective customers that he was hardworking and not above doing things for himself. By the time he was twenty- four, he was the sole owner of a successful print- ing shop as well as the editor and publisher of the Pennsylvania Gazette. He "rst offered his Poor Richard’s Almanac for sale in 1733 and made it an American institution, preaching hard work and thrift, and "lling it with maxims for achieving wealth.

Another of Franklin’s popu lar writings was his pseudonymously published “Speech of Miss Polly Baker,” which enjoyed transatlantic circulation and indicated his unusu- ally progressive views of women for his time. Franklin had already experimented with a female persona in his Silence Dogood letters, and in 1744 he had produced an edi- tion of Samuel Richardson’s novel Pamela: or, Virtue Rewarded (1740), which portrays a young servant woman who resists the sexual overtures of her master, until he eventu- ally marries her. Franklin, who wanted to promote the growth of the colonial popula- tion, somewhat wryly turns the tables in Polly Baker’s speech to the court, where she calls for a change in the laws that punished women who bore children outside of mar- riage and argues that in cases of illegitimate birth, men should share equal blame with

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women. These themes of the unjust and unequal punishment directed at  women who violated the sexual norms of the day were emerging as central concerns in popu lar novels such as Richardson’s Cla ris sa (1748), Susanna Rowson’s Charlotte Temple (1791), and Hannah Webster Foster’s The Coquette (1797; reprinted in full later in this volume). Franklin’s inter- est in this issue was not purely intel- lectual or literary. In 1730, he had established a common- law marriage with Deborah Read, the daughter of his "rst landlady, and they went on to have two children. Around the time he married Read, Franklin fathered an illegitimate child, and Deborah accepted Franklin’s son William into the house hold.

Before he retired from business at age forty- two, Franklin had founded a library, in ven ted a stove, estab- lished a "re com pany, subscribed to an acad emy that would become the University of Pennsylvania, and served as secretary to the American Philosophical Society. In retirement, he intended to devote himself to pub- lic affairs and his lifelong passion for the natu ral sciences, especially the phenomena of sound, vapors, earth- quakes, and electricity. Franklin’s observations on electricity were pub- lished in London in 1751, and despite his disclaimers in The Autobiography, they won him the applause of British scientists. His inquiring mind was challenged most by the mechanics of the world’s seemingly ordinary phenomena, and he was convinced that his mind’s rational powers could solve riddles that had puzzled humankind for centuries. Frank- lin believed that people were naturally innocent, that all the mysteries that charmed the religious mind could be explained in ways that would promote human well- being, and that education, properly undertaken, would transform people’s lives and set them free from the tyrannies of Church and monarchy. Franklin had no illusions about the “errata” of humankind, but his editorial metaphor— unlike, say, the word “sins”— suggests that human nature can progressively change.

Franklin’s later years were spent at diplomatic tables in London, Paris, and Phila- delphia, where his gift for irony served him well. He was a born diplomat— detached, adaptable, witty, urbane, charming, and clever— and of the slightly more than forty years left to him after his retirement, more than half were spent abroad. In 1757 he went to Eng land to represent the colonies, and he stayed for "ve years. After a brief period in Philadelphia as a legislator, Franklin returned to Eng land as a colonial representative, and there, in 1768, he began to doubt the possibility of compromise with the British government. Parliament can make all laws for the colonies or none,

Almanac for 1739. Writing under the pseudonym Richard Saunders, Franklin became famous for the aphorisms included in his im mensely popu lar Poor Richard’s Almanac.

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he said, and “I think the arguments for the latter more numerous and weighty, than those for the former.” When he returned to Philadelphia in May 1775, he was cho- sen as a representative to the Second Continental Congress, and he served on the committee to draft the Declaration of In de pen dence. In October 1776, he was appointed minister to France, where he successfully negotiated a treaty of allegiance and became something of a cult hero. He was a member of the American del e ga tion to the Paris peace conference, and he signed the Treaty of Paris, which of"cially ended the Revolutionary War in 1781.

Franklin protested his too- long stay in Eu rope and returned to Philadelphia in 1785, serving as a delegate to the Constitutional Convention. At that time, he acted on the antislavery beliefs that he had come to embrace, joining and eventually serv- ing as president for the Society for Promoting the Abolition of Slavery and the Relief of Negroes Unlawfully Held in Bondage in Philadelphia. By the time he died, he had become one of the most beloved Americans. Twenty thousand people attended his funeral, and editions of his works began appearing almost immediately. He remained a cultural hero well into the nineteenth century, and his reputation helped spawn rags- to- riches tales, such as those of Horatio Alger.

By the early twentieth century, Franklin had become a "gure for intellectuals to diagnose rather than emulate. In his study The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism (1905), the German sociologist Max Weber criticized Franklin as a lead- ing theorist of the secularized asceticism that Weber found at the heart of the cap i tal- ist economic system. In Classic Studies in American Lit er a ture (1923), the British novelist D. H. Lawrence, induenced by the psychoanalytic theories of Sigmund Freud, charged Franklin with indifference to the darker recesses of the soul. To these read- ers, Franklin’s capacity for detachment suggests emotional and social inauthenticity, extending to the economic oppression of others and the repression of central ele- ments of the self. Yet Franklin the secular ascetic was just one side of a man known for both his devotion to the public good at home and his high living at the French court. When Lawrence mocks the "nal precept in Franklin’s “Art of Virtue”—to cul- tivate humility, Franklin writes, one should “imitate Jesus and Socrates”—he seem- ingly takes Franklin at face value, missing the ironic wit that makes Franklin’s works so challenging and pleas ur able. As is clear in The Autobiography, Franklin was a deliberate prose stylist who followed such distinguished British models as Joseph Addison and Richard Steele, John Bunyan, Daniel Defoe, and Jonathan Swift. A reading of Franklin’s "nest prose reveals a multifaceted and agile writer alert to the best and worst in humankind— including himself.

The Way to Wealth1

Preface to Poor Richard Improved

Courteous Reader, I have heard that nothing gives an author so great plea sure, as to "nd his

works respectfully quoted by other learned authors. This plea sure I have sel- dom enjoyed; for though I have been, if I may say it without vanity, an emi- nent author of almanacs annually now a full quarter of a century, my brother

1. The text is from The Writings of Benjamin Franklin (1905), edited by Albert Henry Smyth. Franklin wrote this essay for the twenty- "fth anniversary issue of his Almanac, the "rst issue of which, under the "ctitious editorship of “Rich- ard Saunders,” appeared in 1733. For this essay,

Franklin brought together the best of his maxims in the guise of a speech by Father Abraham. It is frequently reprinted as “The Way to Wealth” but is also known by earlier titles: “Poor Richard Improved” and “ Father Abraham’s Speech.”

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2. Auction or sale.

authors in the same way, for what reason I know not, have ever been very sparing in their applauses, and no other author has taken the least notice of me, so that did not my writings produce me some solid pudding, the great de"ciency of praise would have quite discouraged me.

I concluded at length, that the people were the best judges of my merit; for they buy my works; and besides, in my rambles, where I am not person- ally known, I have frequently heard one or other of my adages repeated with “as Poor Richard says” at the end on ’t; this gave me some satisfaction, as it showed not only that my instructions were regarded, but discovered likewise some re spect for my authority; and I own, that to encourage the practice of remembering and repeating those wise sentences, I have sometimes quoted myself with great gravity.

Judge, then, how much I must have been grati"ed by an incident I am going to relate to you. I stopped my horse lately where a great number of people were collected at a vendue2 of merchant goods. The hour of sale not being come, they were conversing on the badness of the times and one of the com pany called to a plain clean old man, with white locks, “Pray, Father Abraham, what think you of the times? Won’t these heavy taxes quite ruin the country? How shall we be ever able to pay them? What would you advise us to?” Father Abraham stood up, and replied, “If you’d have my advice, I’ll give it you in short, for a word to the wise is enough, and many words won’t #ll a bushel, as Poor Richard says.” They joined in desiring him to speak his mind, and gathering round him, he proceeded as follows:

“Friends,” says he, “and neighbors, the taxes are indeed very heavy, and if those laid on by the government were the only ones we had to pay, we might more easily discharge them; but we have many others, and much more griev- ous to some of us. We are taxed twice as much by our idleness, three times as much by our pride, and four times as much by our folly; and from these taxes the commissioners cannot ease or deliver us by allowing an abatement. However, let us hearken to good advice, and something may be done for us; God helps them that help themselves, as Poor Richard says, in his Almanac of 1733.

“It would be thought a hard government that should tax its people one- tenth part of their time, to be employed in its ser vice. But idleness taxes many of us much more, if we reckon all that is spent in absolute sloth, or doing of nothing, with that which is spent in idle employments, or amuse- ments, that amount to nothing. Sloth, by bringing on diseases, absolutely shortens life. Sloth, like rust, consumes faster than labor wears; while the used key is always bright, as Poor Richard says. But dost thou love life, then do not squander time, for that’s the stuff life is made of, as Poor Richard says. How much more than is necessary do we spend in sleep, forgetting that the sleep- ing fox catches no poultry and that there will be sleeping enough in the grave, as Poor Richard says.

“If time be of all things the most precious, wasting time must be, as Poor Richard says, the greatest prodigality; since, as he elsewhere tells us, lost time is never found again; and what we call time enough, always proves little enough: let us then up and be doing, and doing to the purpose; so by diligence shall

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3. I.e., industriousness. 4. I.e., of water. 5. I.e., two dif fer ent things.

6. Flee. 7. Wardrobe.

we do more with less perplexity. Sloth makes all things dif#cult, but indus- try3 all easy, as Poor Richard says; and he that riseth late must trot all day, and shall scarce overtake his business at night; while laziness travels so slowly, that poverty soon overtakes him, as we read in Poor Richard, who adds, drive thy business, let not that drive thee, and early to bed, and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

“So what signi"es wishing and hoping for better times. We may make these times better, if we bestir ourselves. Industry need not wish, as Poor Richard says, and he that lives upon hope will die fasting. There are no gains without pains; then help hands, for I have no lands, or if I have, they are smartly taxed. And, as Poor Richard likewise observes, he that hath a trade hath an estate; and he that hath a calling, hath an of#ce of pro#t and honor; but then the trade must be worked at, and the calling well followed, or neither the estate nor the of"ce will enable us to pay our taxes. If we are industrious, we shall never starve; for, as Poor Richard says, at the workingman’s house hunger looks in, but dares not enter. Nor will the bailiff or the constable enter, for industry pays debts, while despair increaseth them, says Poor Richard. What though you have found no trea sure, nor has any rich relation left you a legacy, diligence is the mother of good luck, as Poor Richard says, and God gives all things to industry. Then plow deep, while sluggards sleep, and you shall have corn to sell and to keep, says Poor Dick. Work while it is called today, for you know not how much you may be hindered tomorrow, which makes Poor Richard says, one today is worth two tomorrows, and farther, have you somewhat to do tomorrow, do it today. If you were a servant, would you not be ashamed that a good master should catch you idle? Are you then your own master, be ashamed to catch yourself idle, as Poor Dick says. When there is so much to be done for yourself, your family, your country, and your gracious king, be up by peep of day; let not the sun look down and say, inglo- rious here he lies. Handle your tools without mittens; remember that the cat in gloves catches no mice, as Poor Richard says. ’Tis true there is much to be done, and perhaps you are weak- handed, but stick to it steadily; and you will see great effects, for constant dropping4 wears away stones, and by diligence and patience the mouse ate in two the cable; and little strokes fell great oaks, as Poor Richard says in his Almanac, the year I cannot just now remember.

“Methinks I hear some of you say, ‘must a man afford himself no leisure?’ I will tell thee, my friend, what Poor Richard says, employ thy time well, if thou meanest to gain leisure; and, since thou art not sure of a minute, throw not away an hour. Leisure is time for doing something useful; this leisure the diligent man will obtain, but the lazy man never; so that, as Poor Richard says a life of leisure and a life of laziness are two things.5 Do you imagine that sloth will afford you more comfort than labor? No, for as Poor Richard says, trou ble springs from idleness, and grievous toil from needless ease. Many without labor, would live by their wits only, but they break for want of stock. Whereas industry gives comfort, and plenty, and re spect: "y6 pleasures, and they’ll follow you. The diligent spinner has a large shift;7 and now I have a sheep and a cow, every- body bids me good morrow; all of which is well said by Poor Richard.

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8. Moves. 9. Lack.

1. A silver coin worth about four pence. 2. Gambling.

“But with our industry, we must likewise be steady, settled, and careful, and oversee our own affairs with our own eyes, and not trust too much to others; for, as Poor Richard says

I never saw an oft- removed tree, Nor yet an oft- removed family, That throve so well as those that settled be.

And again, three removes8 is as bad as a #re; and again, keep thy shop, and thy shop will keep thee; and again, if you would have your business done, go; if not, send. And again,

He that by the plow would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.

And again, the eye of a master will do more work than both his hands; and again, want9 of care does us more damage than want of knowledge; and again, not to oversee workmen is to leave them your purse open. Trusting too much to others’ care is the ruin of many; for, as the Almanac says, in the affairs of this world, men are saved, not by faith, but by the want of it; but a man’s own care is pro"table; for, saith Poor Dick, learning is to the studious, and riches to the careful, as well as power to the bold, and heaven to the virtuous, and farther, if you would have a faithful servant, and one that you like, serve your- self. And again, he adviseth to circumspection and care, even in the smallest matters, because sometimes a little neglect may breed great mischief; add- ing, for want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; and for want of a horse the rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the enemy; all for want of care about a horse shoe nail.

“So much for industry, my friends, and attention to one’s own business; but to these we must add frugality, if we would make our industry more cer- tainly successful. A man may, if he knows not how to save as he gets, keep his nose all his life to the grindstone, and die not worth a groat1 at last. A fat kitchen makes a lean will, as Poor Richard says; and

Many estates are spent in the getting, Since women for tea forsook spinning and knitting, And men for punch forsook hewing and splitting.

If you would be wealthy, says he, in another Almanac, think of saving as well as of getting: the Indies have not made Spain rich, because her outgoes are greater than her incomes.

“Away then with your expensive follies, and you will not then have so much cause to complain of hard times, heavy taxes, and chargeable families; for, as Poor Dick says,

Women and wine, game2 and deceit, Make the wealth small and the wants great.

And farther, what maintains one vice would bring up two children. You may think perhaps, that a little tea, or a little punch now and then, diet a little more costly, clothes a little "ner, and a little entertainment now and then,

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3. Delicacies, luxuries. “Mickle”: lot. 4. Restricting. 5. A Latin version of the proverb just quoted.

6. Foolish. 7. Every.

can be no great matter; but remember what Poor Richard says, many a little makes a mickle; and farther, Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship; and again, who dainties3 love shall beggars prove; and moreover, fools make feasts, and wise men eat them.

“ Here you are all got together at this vendue of "neries and knicknacks. You call them goods; but if you do not take care, they will prove evils to some of you. You expect they will be sold cheap, and perhaps they may for less than they cost; but if you have no occasion for them, they must be dear to you. Remember what Poor Richard says; buy what thou hast no need of, and ere long thou shalt sell thy necessaries. And again, at a great penny- worth pause a while: he means, that perhaps the cheapness is apparent only, and not real; or the bargain, by straightening4 thee in thy business, may do thee more harm than good. For in another place he says, many have been ruined by buying good pennyworths. Again, Poor Richard says, ’tis foolish to lay out money in a purchase of repentance; and yet this folly is practiced every day at vendues, for want of minding the Almanac. Wise men, as Poor Dick says, learn by others’ harms, fools scarcely by their own; but felix quem faciunt ali- ena pericula cautum.5 Many a one, for the sake of "nery on the back, have gone with a hungry belly, and half- starved their families. Silks and satins, scarlet and velvets, as Poor Richard says, put out the kitchen #re.

“ These are not the necessaries of life; they can scarcely be called the con- ve niences; and yet only because they look pretty, how many want to have them! The arti"cial wants of mankind thus become more numerous than the natu ral; and, as Poor Dick says, for one poor person, there are an hun- dred indigent. By these, and other extravagancies, the genteel are reduced to poverty, and forced to borrow of those whom they formerly despised, but who through industry and frugality have maintained their standing; in which case it appears plainly, that a plowman on his legs is higher than a gentle- man on his knees, as Poor Richard says. Perhaps they have had a small estate left them, which they knew not the getting of; they think, “ ’Tis day, and will never be night”; that a little to be spent out of so much is not worth minding; a child and a fool, as Poor Richard says, imagine twenty shillings and twenty years can never be spent but, always taking out of the meal- tub, and never putting in, soon comes to the bottom; as Poor Dick says, when the well’s dry, they know the worth of water. But this they might have known before, if they had taken his advice; if you would know the value of money, go and try to borrow some; for, he that goes a- borrowing goes a- sorrowing; and indeed so does he that lends to such people, when he goes to get it in again. Poor Dick farther advises, and says,

Fond6 pride of dress is sure a very curse; E’er7 fancy you consult, consult your purse.

And again, pride is as loud a beggar as want, and a great deal more saucy. When you have bought one "ne thing, you must buy ten more, that your appearance may be all of a piece; but Poor Dick says, ’tis easier to suppress

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8. Jail. 9. In Chris tian ity, Lent is the period of roughly

six weeks before Easter. Poor Richard is saying debt would make that period feel shorter.

the #rst desire, than to satisfy all that follow it. And ’tis as truly folly for the poor to ape the rich, as for the frog to swell, in order to equal the ox.

Great estates may venture more, But little boats should keep near shore.

’Tis, however, a folly soon punished; for pride that dines on vanity sups on contempt, as Poor Richard says. And in another place, pride breakfasted with plenty, dined with poverty, and supped with infamy. And after all, of what use is this pride of appearance, for which so much is risked so much is suf- fered? It cannot promote health, or ease pain; it makes no increase of merit in the person, it creates envy, it hastens misfortune.

What is a butter"y? At best He’s but a caterpillar dressed. The gaudy fop’s his picture just,

as Poor Richard says. “But what madness must it be to run in debt for these superduities! We

are offered, by the terms of this vendue, six months’ credit; and that perhaps has induced some of us to attend it, because we cannot spare the ready money, and hope now to be "ne without it. But, ah, think what you do when you run in debt; you give to another power over your liberty. If you cannot pay at the time, you will be ashamed to see your creditor; you will be in fear when you speak to him; you will make poor pitiful sneaking excuses, and by degrees come to lose your veracity, and sink into base downright lying; for, as Poor Richard says, the second vice is lying, the #rst is running in debt. And again, to the same purpose, lying rides upon debt’s back. Whereas a free- born En glishman ought not to be ashamed or afraid to see or speak to any man living. But poverty often deprives a man of all spirit and virtue: ’tis hard for an empty bag to stand upright, as Poor Richard truly says.

“What would you think of that prince, or that government, who should issue an edict forbidding you to dress like a gentleman or a gentlewoman, on pain of imprisonment or servitude? Would you not say, that you were free, have a right to dress as you please, and that such an edict would be a breach of your privileges, and such a government tyrannical? And yet you are about to put yourself under that tyranny, when you run in debt for such dress! Your creditor has authority, at his plea sure to deprive you of your liberty, by con- "ning you in gaol8 for life, or to sell you for a servant, if you should not be able to pay him! When you have got your bargain, you may, perhaps, think little of payment; but creditors, Poor Richard tells us, have better memories than debtors; and in another place says, creditors are a superstitious sect, great observers of set days and times. The day comes round before you are aware, and the demand is made before you are prepared to satisfy it, or if you bear your debt in mind, the term which at "rst seemed so long will, as it lessens, appear extremely short. Time will seem to have added wings to his heels as well as shoulders. Those have a short Lent, saith Poor Richard, who owe money to be paid at Easter.9 Then since, as he says, The borrower is a slave to the lender, and the debtor to the creditor, disdain the chain, preserve your

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1. Earn. 2. A substance much sought by alchemists, thought to transform base metals into gold.

3. The Old Testament patriarch whose faith was tested by suffering. 4. Expensive.

freedom; and maintain your inde pen den cy: be industrious and free; be frugal and free. At pres ent, perhaps, you may think yourself in thriving cir- cumstances, and that you can bear a little extravagance without injury; but,

For age and want, save while you may; No morning sun lasts a whole day,

as Poor Richard says. Gain may be temporary and uncertain, but ever while you live, expense is constant and certain; and ’tis easier to build two chim- neys than to keep one in fuel, as Poor Richard says. So, rather go to bed sup- perless than rise in debt.

Get1 what you can, and what you get hold; ’Tis the stone that will turn all your lead into gold,

as Poor Richard says. And when you have got the phi los o pher’s stone,2 sure you will no longer complain of bad times, or the dif"culty of paying taxes.

“This doctrine, my friends, is reason and wisdom; but after all, do not depend too much upon your own industry, and frugality, and prudence, though excellent things, for they may all be blasted without the blessing of heaven; and therefore, ask that blessing humbly, and be not uncharitable to those that at pres ent seem to want it, but comfort and help them. Remem- ber, Job3 suffered, and was afterwards prosperous.

“And now to conclude, experience keeps a dear4 school, but fools will learn in no other, and scarce in that; for it is true, we may give advice, but we can- not give conduct, as Poor Richard says: however, remember this, they that won’t be counseled, can’t be helped, as Poor Richard says: and farther, that, if you will not hear reason, she’ll surely rap your knuckles.”

Thus the old gentleman ended his harangue. The people heard it, and approved the doctrine, and immediately practiced the contrary, just as if it had been a common sermon; for the vendue opened, and they began to buy extravagantly, notwithstanding his cautions and their own fear of taxes. I found the good man had thoroughly studied my almanacs, and digested all I had dropped on these topics during the course of "ve and twenty years. The frequent mention he made of me must have tired any one else, but my vanity was wonderfully delighted with it, though I was conscious that not a tenth part of the wisdom was my own, which he ascribed to me, but rather the gleanings I had made of the sense of all ages and nations. However, I resolved to be the better for the echo of it; and though I had at "rst deter- mined to buy stuff for a new coat, I went away resolved to wear my old one a little longer. Reader, if thou wilt do the same, thy pro"t will be as great as mine. I am, as ever, thine to serve thee,

Richard Saunders July 7, 1757

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1. The text is from Gentleman’s Magazine (London), April 1747.

The Speech of Miss Polly Baker1

The Speech of Miss Polly Baker, Before a Court of Judicature, at Connecticut in New Eng land, Where She Was Prosecuted

the Fifth Time for Having a Bastard Child; Which In"uenced the Court to Dispense with Her Punishment, and Induced One of Her

Judges to Marry Her the next Day

May it please the Honourable Bench to indulge me a few Words: I am a poor unhappy Woman; who have no Money to Fee Lawyers to plead for me, being hard put to it to get a tolerable Living. I shall not trou ble your Honours with long Speeches; for I have not the presumption to expect, that you may, by any Means, be prevailed on to deviate in your Sentence from the Law, in my Favour. All I humbly hope is, that your Honours would charitably move the Governor’s Goodness on my Behalf, that my Fine may be remitted. This is the Fifth Time, Gentlemen, that I have been dragg’d before your Courts on the same Account; twice I have paid heavy Fines, and twice have been brought to public Punishment, for want of Money to pay those Fines. This may have been agreeable to the Laws; I do not dispute it: But since Laws are sometimes unreasonable in themselves, and therefore repealed; and others bear too hard on the Subject in par tic u lar Circumstances; and there- fore there is left a Power somewhere to dispense with the Execution of them; I take the Liberty to say, that I think this Law, by which I am punished, is both unreasonable in itself, and particularly severe with regard to me, who have always lived an inoffensive Life in the Neighbourhood where I was born, and defy my Enemies (if I have any) to say I ever wrong’d Man, Woman, or Child. Abstracted from the Law, I cannot conceive (may it please your Honours) what the Nature of my Offence is. I have brought Five "ne Children into the World, at the Risque of my Life: I have maintained them well by my own Industry, without burthening the Township, and could have done it better, if it had not been for the heavy Charges and Fines I have paid. Can it be a Crime (in the Nature of Things I mean) to add to the Number of the King’s Subjects, in a new Country that really wants People? I own I should think it rather a Praise worthy, than a Punishable Action. I have debauch’d no other Woman’s Husband, nor inticed any innocent Youth: These Things I never was charged with; nor has any one the least cause of Complaint against me, unless, perhaps the Minister, or the Justice, because I have had Children without being Married, by which they have miss’d a Wedding Fee. But, can even this be a Fault of mine? I appeal to your Honours. You are pleased to allow I don’t want Sense; but I must be stupid to the last Degree, not to pre- fer the honourable State of Wedlock, to the Condition I have lived in. I always was, and still am, willing to enter into it; I doubt not my Behaving well in it, having all the Industry, Frugality, Fertility, and Skill in Oecon- omy, appertaining to a good Wife’s Character. I defy any Person to say I ever Refused an Offer of that Sort: On the contrary, I readily Consented to the only Proposal of Marriage that ever was made me, which was when I was a Virgin; but too easily con"ding in the Person’s Sincerity that made it, I

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2. (*) Turning to some Gentlemen of the Assembly, then in Court [Franklin’s note].

unhappily lost my own Honour, by trusting to his; for he got me with Child, and then forsook me: That very Person you all know; he is now become a Magistrate of this County; and I had hopes he would have appeared this Day on the Bench, and have endeavoured to moderate the Court in my Favour; then I should have scorn’d to have mention’d it; but I must Complain of it as unjust and unequal, that my Betrayer and Undoer, the "rst Cause of all my Faults and Miscarriages (if they must be deemed such) should be advanced to Honour and Power, in the same Government that punishes my Misfortunes with Stripes and Infamy. I shall be told, ’tis like, that were there no Act of Assembly in the Case, the Precepts of Religion are violated by my Transgressions. If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it, Gentlemen, to religious Punishments. You have already excluded me from all the Comforts of your Church Communion: Is not that suf"cient? You believe I have offended Heaven, and must suffer eternal Fire: Will not that be suf"cient? What need is there, then, of your additional Fines and Whippings? I own, I do not think as you do; for, if I thought, what you call a Sin, was really such, I would not presumptuously commit it. But how can it be believed, that Heaven is angry at my having Children, when, to the little done by me towards it, God has been pleased to add his divine Skill and admirable Work- manship in the Formation of their Bodies, and crown’d it by furnishing them with rational and immortal Souls? Forgive me Gentlemen, if I talk a little extravagantly on these Matters; I am no Divine: But if you, great Men, (*)2 must be making Laws, do not turn natu ral and useful Actions into Crimes, by your Prohibitions. Redect a little on the horrid Consequences of this Law in par tic u lar: What Numbers of procur’d Abortions! and how many distress’d Mothers have been driven, by the Terror of Punishment and pub- lic Shame, to imbrue, contrary to Nature, their own trembling Hands in the Blood of their helpless Offspring! Nature would have induc’d them to nurse it up with a Parent’s Fondness. ’Tis the Law therefore, ’tis the Law itself that is guilty of all these Barbarities and Murders. Repeal it then, Gentlemen; let it be expung’d for ever from your Books: And on the other hand, take into your wise Consideration, the great and growing Number of Batchelors in the Country, many of whom, from the mean Fear of the Expence of a  Family, have never sincerely and honourably Courted a Woman in their Lives; and by their Manner of Living, leave unproduced (which I think is little better than Murder) Hundreds of their Posterity to the Thousandth Generation. Is not theirs a greater Offence against the Public Good, than mine? Compel them then, by a Law, either to Marry, or pay double the Fine of Fornication every Year. What must poor young Women do, whom Cus- tom has forbid to solicit the Men, and who cannot force themselves upon Husbands, when the Laws take no Care to provide them any, and yet severely punish if they do their Duty without them? Yes, Gentlemen, I venture to call it a Duty; ’tis the Duty of the "rst and great Command of Nature, and of Nature’s God, Increase and multiply: A Duty, from the steady Per for mance of which nothing has ever been able to deter me; but for it’s Sake, I have hazarded the Loss of the public Esteem, and frequently incurr’d public Dis-

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1. The text is from The Writings of Benjamin Franklin (1905), edited by Albert Henry Smyth. 2. I.e., this satire purports to be a document delivered to Wills Hill (1718–1793), "rst Earl of Hillsborough, in 1768, when he became secre-

tary of state to the colonies, a position he held until 1772. 3. Cheating. 4. Here, American supporters of in de pen dence from Britain.

grace and Punishment; and therefore ought, in my humble Opinion, instead of a Whipping, to have a Statue erected to my Memory.

1747

Rules by Which a Great Empire May Be Reduced to a Small One1

Presented to a Late Minister, When He Entered upon His Administration.2

An ancient Sage boasted, that, tho’ he could not "ddle, he knew how to make a great city of a little one. The science that I, a modern simpleton, am about to communicate, is the very reverse.

I address myself to all ministers who have the management of extensive dominions, which from their very greatness are become troublesome to gov- ern, because the multiplicity of their affairs leaves no time for #ddling.3

I. In the "rst place, gentlemen, you are to consider, that a great empire, like a great cake, is most easily diminished at the edges. Turn your atten- tion, therefore, "rst to your remotest provinces; that, as you get rid of them, the next may follow in order.

II. That the possibility of this separation may always exist, take special care the provinces are never incorporated with the mother country; that they do not enjoy the same common rights, the same privileges in commerce; and that they are governed by severer laws, all of your enacting, without allowing them any share in the choice of the legislators. By carefully making and pre- serving such distinctions, you will (to keep to my simile of the cake) act like a wise gingerbread- baker, who, to facilitate a division, cuts his dough half through in those places where, when baked, he would have it broken to pieces.

III. Those remote provinces have perhaps been acquired, purchased, or conquered, at the sole expense of the settlers, or their ancestors, without the aid of the mother country. If this should happen to increase her strength, by their growing numbers, ready to join in her wars; her commerce, by their growing demand for her manufactures; or her naval power, by greater employ- ment for her ships and seamen, they may prob ably suppose some merit in this, and that it entitles them to some favor; you are therefore to forget it all, or resent it, as if they had done you injury. If they happen to be zealous whigs,4 friends of liberty, nurtured in revolution princi ples, remember all that to their prejudice, and resolve to punish it; for such princi ples, after a revo- lution is thoroughly established, are of no more use; they are even odious and abominable.

IV. However peaceably your colonies have submitted to your government, shown their affection to your interests, and patiently borne their grievances; you are to suppose them always inclined to revolt, and treat them accordingly.

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5. Broken gamblers or speculators. 6. I.e., shysters. “Proctors”: civil lawyers. 7. I.e., at your plea sure. “Solicitors”: lawyers. Newgate was a London prison. The phrase

“Newgate solicitors” may be akin to “ambulance chasers.” 8. I.e., give them noble titles.

Quarter troops among them, who by their insolence may provoke the rising of mobs, and by their bullets and bayonets suppress them. By this means, like the husband who uses his wife ill from suspicion, you may in time con- vert your suspicions into realities.

V. Remote provinces must have Governors and Judges, to represent the Royal Person, and execute everywhere the delegated parts of his of"ce and authority. You ministers know, that much of the strength of government depends on the opinion of the people; and much of that opinion on the choice of rulers placed immediately over them. If you send them wise and good men for governors, who study the interest of the colonists, and advance their pros- perity, they will think their King wise and good, and that he wishes the welfare of his subjects. If you send them learned and upright men for Judges, they will think him a lover of justice. This may attach your provinces more to his government. You are therefore to be careful whom you recommend for those of"ces. If you can "nd prodigals, who have ruined their fortunes, broken gamesters or stockjobbers,5 these may do well as governors; for they will prob ably be rapacious, and provoke the people by their extortions. Wran- gling proctors and pettifogging lawyers,6 too, are not amiss; for they will be for ever disputing and quarrelling with their little parliaments. If withal they should be ignorant, wrong- headed, and insolent, so much the better. Attor- neys’ clerks and Newgate solicitors will do for Chief Justices, especially if they hold their places during your plea sure;7 and all will contribute to impress those ideas of your government, that are proper for a people you would wish to renounce it.

VI. To con"rm these impressions, and strike them deeper, whenever the injured come to the capital with complaints of maladministration, oppres- sion, or injustice, punish such suitors with long delay, enormous expense, and a "nal judgment in favor of the oppressor. This will have an admirable effect every way. The trou ble of future complaints will be prevented, and Governors and Judges will be encouraged to farther acts of oppression and injustice; and thence the people may become more disaffected, and at length desperate.

VII. When such Governors have crammed their coffers, and made them- selves so odious to the people that they can no longer remain among them, with safety to their persons, recall and reward them with pensions. You may make them baronets8 too, if that respectable order should not think "t to resent it. All will contribute to encourage new governors in the same prac- tice, and make the supreme government, detestable.

VIII. If, when you are engaged in war, your colonies should vie in liberal aids of men and money against the common enemy, upon your simple req- uisition, and give far beyond their abilities, redect that a penny taken from them by your power is more honorable to you, than a pound presented by their benevolence; despise therefore their voluntary grants, and resolve to harass them with novel taxes. They will prob ably complain to your parlia- ments, that they are taxed by a body in which they have no representative,

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9. Emphasizing. 1. I.e., Muslims. “Habeas Corpus”: you should have the body (Latin, literal trans.); the right to know what one is charged with. “Papists”:

Roman Catholics. 2. Payments for ser vices rendered. 3. I.e., to deport, as criminals were to the Amer- ican colonies.

and that this is contrary to common right. They will petition for redress. Let the Parliaments dout their claims, reject their petitions, refuse even to suf- fer the reading of them, and treat the petitioners with the utmost contempt. Nothing can have a better effect in producing the alienation proposed; for though many can forgive injuries, none ever forgave contempt.

IX. In laying these taxes, never regard the heavy burthens those remote people already undergo, in defending their own frontiers, supporting their own provincial governments, making new roads, building bridges, churches, and other public edi"ces, which in old countries have been done to your lands by your ancestors, but which occasion constant calls and demands on the purses of a new people. Forget the restraints you lay on their trade for your own bene"t, and the advantage a mono poly of this trade gives your exacting merchants. Think nothing of the wealth those merchants and your manufacturers acquire by the colony commerce; their increased ability thereby to pay taxes at home; their accumulating, in the price of their com- modities, most of those taxes, and so levying them from their consuming customers; all this, and the employment and support of thousands of your poor by the colonists, you are entirely to forget. But remember to make your arbitrary tax more grievous to your provinces, by public declarations import- ing9 that your power of taxing them has no limits; so that when you take from them without their consent one shilling in the pound, you have a clear right to the other nineteen. This will prob ably weaken every idea of security in their property, and convince them, that under such a government they have nothing they can call their own; which can scarce fail of producing the hap- piest consequences!

X. Possibly, indeed, some of them might still comfort themselves, and say, “Though we have no property, we have yet something left that is valuable; we have constitutional liberty, both of person and of conscience. This King, these Lords, and these Commons, who it seems are too remote from us to know us, and feel for us, cannot take from us our Habeas Corpus right, or our right of trial by a jury of our neighbors; they cannot deprive us of the exercise of our religion, alter our ecclesiastical constitution, and compel us to be Papists, if they please, or Mahometans.”1 To annihilate this comfort, begin by laws to perplex their commerce with in"nite regulations, impossi- ble to be remembered and observed; ordain seizures of their property for every failure; take away the trial of such property by Jury, and give it to arbi- trary Judges of your own appointing, and of the lowest characters in the country, whose salaries and emoluments2 are to arise out of the duties or condemnations, and whose appointments are during plea sure. Then let there be a formal declaration of both Houses, that opposition to your edicts is trea- son, and that any person suspected of treason in the provinces may, accord- ing to some obsolete law, be seized and sent to the metropolis of the empire for trial; and pass an act, that those there charged with certain other offenses, shall be sent away in chains from their friends and country to be tried in the same manner for felony. Then erect a new Court of Inquisition among them, accompanied by an armed force, with instructions to transport3 all

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4. Cases that were formerly appealed directly to the king.

such suspected persons; to be ruined by the expense, if they bring over evi- dences to prove their innocence, or be found guilty and hanged, if they can- not afford it. And, lest the people should think you cannot possibly go any farther, pass another solemn declaratory act, “that King, Lords, Commons had, hath, and of right ought to have, full power and authority to make stat- utes of suf"cient force and validity to bind the unrepresented provinces in all cases whatsoever.” This will include spiritual with temporal, and, taken together, must operate wonderfully to your purpose; by convincing them, that they are at pres ent under a power something like that spoken of in the scriptures, which can not only kill their bodies, but damn their souls to all eternity, by compelling them, if it pleases, to worship the Dev il.

XI. To make your taxes more odious, and more likely to procure re sis tance, send from the capital a board of of"cers to superintend the collection, com- posed of the most indiscreet, ill- bred, and insolent you can "nd. Let these have large salaries out of the extorted revenue, and live in open, grating lux- ury upon the sweat and blood of the industrious; whom they are to worry continually with groundless and expensive prosecutions before the above- mentioned arbitrary revenue Judges; all at the cost of the party prosecuted, tho’ acquitted, because the King is to pay no costs. Let these men, by your order, be exempted from all the common taxes and burthens of the prov- ince, though they and their property are protected by its laws. If any reve- nue of"ces are suspected of the least tenderness for the people, discard them. If others are justly complained of, protect and reward them. If any of the under of"cers behave so as to provoke the people to drub them, promote those to better of"ces: this will encourage others to procure for themselves such pro"table drubbings, by multiplying and enlarging such provocations, and all will work towards the end you aim at.

XII. Another way to make your tax odious, is to misapply the produce of it. If it was originally appropriated for the defense of the provinces, the better support of government, and the administration of justice, where it may be necessary, then apply none of it to that defense, but bestow it where it is not necessary, in augmented salaries or pensions to every governor, who has distinguished himself by his enmity to the people, and by calumniating them to their sovereign. This will make them pay it more unwillingly, and be more apt to quarrel with those that collect it and those that imposed it, who will quarrel again with them, and all shall contribute to your main purpose, of making them weary of your government.

XIII. If the people of any province have been accustomed to support their own Governors and Judges to satisfaction, you are to apprehend that such Governors and Judges may be thereby induenced to treat the people kindly, and to do them justice. This is another reason for applying part of that rev- enue in larger salaries to such Governors and Judges, given, as their com- missions are, during your plea sure only; forbidding them to take any salaries from their provinces; that thus the people may no longer hope any kindness from their Governors, or (in Crown cases)4 any justice from their Judges. And, as the money thus misapplied in one province is extorted from all, prob- ably all will resent the misapplication.

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5. I.e., dissolutions of these provincial parliaments. 6. Customs of"cers who boarded a ship before it

docked. 7. I.e., liars.

XIV. If the parliaments of your provinces should dare to claim rights, or complain of your administration, order them to be harrassed with repeated dissolutions.5 If the same men are continually returned by new elections, adjourn their meetings to some country village, where they cannot be accom- modated, and there keep them during plea sure; for this, you know, is your prerogative; and an excellent one it is, as you may manage it to promote discontents among the people, diminish their re spect, and increase their dis- affection.

XV. Convert the brave, honest of"cers of your navy into pimping tide- waiters6 and colony of"cers of the customs. Let those, who in time of war fought gallantly in defense of the commerce of their countrymen, in peace be taught to prey upon it. Let them learn to be corrupted by great and real smugglers; but (to show their diligence) scour with armed boats every bay, harbor, river, creek, cove, or nook throughout the coast of your colonies; stop and detain every coaster, every wood- boat, every "sherman, tumble their cargoes and even their ballast inside out and upside down; and, if a penn’orth of pins is found unentered, let the whole be seized and con"scated. Thus shall the trade of your colonists suffer more from their friends in time of peace, than it did from their enemies in war. Then let these boats’ crews land upon every farm in their way, rob the orchards, steal the pigs and the poultry, and insult the inhabitants. If the injured and exasperated farmers, unable to procure other justice, should attack the aggressors, drub them, and burn their boats; you are to call this high treason and rebellion, order deets and armies into their country, and threaten to carry all the offenders three thousand miles to be hanged, drawn, and quartered. O! this will work admirably!

XVI. If you are told of discontents in your colonies, never believe that they are general, or that you have given occasion for them; therefore do not think of applying any remedy, or of changing any offensive mea sure. Redress no grievance, lest they should be encouraged to demand the redress of some other grievance. Grant no request that is just and reasonable, lest they should make another that is unreasonable. Take all your informations of the state of the colonies from your Governors and of"cers in enmity with them. Encourage and reward these leasing- makers;7 secrete their lying accusations, lest they should be confuted; but act upon them as the clearest evidence; and believe nothing you hear from the friends of the people: suppose all their complaints to be in ven ted and promoted by a few factious demagogues, whom if you could catch and hang, all would be quiet. Catch and hang a few of them accordingly; and the blood of the Martyrs shall work miracles in favor of your purpose.

XVII. If you see rival nations rejoicing at the prospect of your disunion with your provinces, and endeavoring to promote it; if they translate, pub- lish, and applaud all the complaints of your discontented colonists, at the same time privately stimulating you to severer mea sures, let not that alarm or offend you. Why should it, since you all mean the same thing?

XVIII. If any colony should at their own charge erect a fortress to secure their port against the deets of a foreign enemy, get your Governor to betray

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8. Enough. 9. Abbreviation for Quod erat demonstrandum: which was to be demonstrated (Latin); the usual conclusion to a geometry prob lem. In other words, “I have proved my point.” 1. The text is from The Writings of Benjamin Franklin (1905), edited by Albert Henry Smyth.

The title is taken from an edition of this pam- phlet published in London without Franklin’s permission in 1784. Franklin’s title was Advice to Such As Would Remove to Amer i ca, and he used this title when he published his own edition in France in the same year. “Remove”: move.

that fortress into your hands. Never think of paying what it cost the country, for that would look, at least, like some regard for justice; but turn it into a citadel to awe the inhabitants and curb their commerce. If they should have lodged in such fortress the very arms they bought and used to aid you in your conquests, seize them all; it will provoke like ingratitude added to rob- bery. One admirable effect of these operations will be, to discourage every other colony from erecting such defenses, and so your enemies may more easily invade them; to the great disgrace of your government, and of course the furtherance of your proj ect.

XIX. Send armies into their country under pretense of protecting the inhabitants; but, instead of garrisoning the forts on their frontiers with those troops, to prevent incursions, demolish those forts, and order the troops into the heart of the country, that the savages may be encouraged to attack the frontiers, and that the troops may be protected by the inhabitants. This will seem to proceed from your ill will or your ignorance, and contribute farther to produce and strengthen an opinion among them, that you are no longer #t to govern them.

XX. Lastly, invest the General of your army in the provinces, with great and unconstitutional powers, and free him from the control of even your own Civil Governors. Let him have troops enow8 under his command, with all the fortresses in his possession; and who knows but (like some provin- cial Generals in the Roman empire, and encouraged by the universal dis- content you have produced) he may take it into his head to set up for himself? If he should, and you have carefully practiced these few excellent rules of mine, take my word for it, all the provinces will immediately join him; and you will that day (if you have not done it sooner) get rid of the trou ble of governing them, and all the plagues attending their commerce and connec- tion from henceforth and for ever.

Q. E. D.9

1773

Information to Those Who Would Remove to Amer i ca1

Many persons in Eu rope, having directly or by letters, expressed to the writer of this, who is well acquainted with North Amer i ca, their desire of trans- porting and establishing themselves in that country; but who appear to have formed, through ignorance, mistaken ideas and expectations of what is to be obtained there; he thinks it may be useful, and prevent incon ve nient, expensive, and fruitless removals and voyages of improper persons, if he gives

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2. I.e., of aristocratic birth. 3. I.e., a material equality.

4. Medicine.

some clearer and truer notions of that part of the world, than appear to have hitherto prevailed.

He "nds it is imagined by numbers, that the inhabitants of North Amer- i ca are rich, capable of rewarding, and disposed to reward, all sorts of inge- nuity; that they are at the same time ignorant of all the sciences, and consequently, that strangers, possessing talents in the belles- lettres, "ne arts, etc., must be highly esteemed, and so well paid, as to become easily rich themselves; that there are also abundance of pro"table of"ces to be disposed of, which the natives are not quali"ed to "ll; and that, having few persons of family among them, strangers of birth2 must be greatly respected, and of course easily obtain the best of those of"ces, which will make all their for- tunes; that the governments too, to encourage emigrations from Eu rope, not only pay the expense of personal transportation, but give lands gratis to strangers, with Negroes to work for them, utensils of husbandry, and stocks of cattle. These are all wild imaginations; and those who go to Amer i ca with expectations founded upon them will surely "nd themselves disappointed.

The truth is, that though there are in that country few people so misera- ble as the poor of Eu rope, there are also very few that in Eu rope would be called rich; it is rather a general happy mediocrity3 that prevails. There are few great proprietors of the soil, and few tenants; most people cultivate their own lands, or follow some handicraft or merchandise; very few rich enough to live idly upon their rents or incomes, or to pay the high prices given in Eu rope for paintings, statues, architecture, and the other works of art, that are more curious than useful. Hence the natu ral geniuses, that have arisen in Amer i ca with such talents, have uniformly quitted that country for Eu rope, where they can be more suitably rewarded. It is true, that letters and math- ematical knowledge are in esteem there, but they are at the same time more common than is apprehended; there being already existing nine colleges or universities, viz., four in New Eng land, and one in each of the provinces of New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Mary land, and Virginia, all furnished with learned professors; besides a number of smaller academies; these edu- cate many of their youth in the languages, and those sciences that qualify men for the professions of divinity, law, or physic.4 Strangers indeed are by no means excluded from exercising those professions; and the quick increase of inhabitants everywhere gives them a chance of employ, which they have in common with the natives. Of civil of"ces, or employments, there are few; no superduous ones, as in Eu rope; and it is a rule established in some of the states, that no of"ce should be so pro"table as to make it desirable. The 36th Article of the Constitution of Pennsylvania, runs expressly in these words: “As every freeman, to preserve his in de pen dence, (if he has not a suf"cient estate) ought to have some profession, calling, trade, or farm, whereby he may honestly subsist, there can be no necessity for, nor use in, establishing of"ces of pro"t; the usual effects of which are dependence, and servility, unbecoming freemen, in the possessors and ex pec tants; faction, contention, corruption, and disorder among the people. Wherefore, whenever an of"ce, through increase of fees or other wise, becomes so pro"table, as to occasion many to apply for it, the pro"ts ought to be lessened by the legislature.”

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5. I.e., the Revolutionary War. 6. Manual laborer. “Husbandman”: farmer. 7. Craftspeople who convert hides into leather. “Turners”: latheworkers. 8. “. . . born / Merely to eat up the corn.”— Watts [Franklin’s note]. The En glish theologian Isaac Watts (1674–1748) is known as the father of

En glish hymnody. Franklin is quoting from memory Watts’s paraphrase of Epistles 1.2.27, by the ancient Roman poet Horace. The Latin liter- ally means “born to consume the fruits (of the earth).” 9. I.e., never- never land. “Lubberland”: a land of laziness.

These ideas prevailing more or less in all the United States, it cannot be worth any man’s while, who has a means of living at home, to expatriate himself, in hopes of obtaining a pro"table civil of"ce in Amer i ca; and, as to military of"ces, they are at an end with the war,5 the armies being disbanded. Much less is it advisable for a person to go thither, who has no other quality to recommend him but his birth. In Eu rope it has indeed its value; but it is a commodity that cannot be carried to a worse market than that of Amer- i ca, where people do not inquire concerning a stranger, what is he? but, what can he do? If he has any useful art, he is welcome; and if he exercises it, and behaves well, he will be respected by all that know him; but a mere man of quality, who, on that account, wants to live upon the public, by some of"ce or salary, will be despised and disregarded. The husbandman is in honor there, and even the mechanic,6 because their employments are useful. The people have a saying, that God Almighty is Himself a mechanic, the great- est in the universe; and He is respected and admired more for the variety, ingenuity, and utility of His handyworks, than for the antiquity of His family. They are pleased with the observation of a Negro, and frequently mention it, that Boccarorra (meaning the white men) make de black man workee, make de horse workee, make de ox workee, make eberyting workee; only de hog. He, de hog, no workee; he eat, he drink, he walk about, he go to sleep when he please; he libb like a gentleman. According to these opinions of the Ameri- cans, one of them would think himself more obliged to a genealogist, who could prove for him that his ancestors and relations for ten generations had been plowmen, smiths, carpenters, turners, weavers, tanners,7 or even shoe- makers, and consequently that they were useful members of society; than if he could only prove that they were gentlemen, doing nothing of value, but living idly on the labor of others, mere fruges consumere nati,8 and other- wise good for nothing, till by their death their estates, like the carcass of the Negro’s gentleman hog, come to be cut up.

With regard to encouragements for strangers from government, they are really only what are derived from good laws and liberty. Strangers are wel- come, because there is room enough for them all, and therefore the old inhabitants are not jealous of them; the laws protect them suf"ciently, so that they have no need for the patronage of great men; and every one will enjoy securely the pro"ts of his industry. But, if he does not bring a fortune with him, he must work and be industrious to live. One or two years’ resi- dence gives him all the rights of a citizen; but the government does not at pres ent, what ever it may have done in former times, hire people to become settlers, by paying their passages, giving land, Negroes, utensils, stock, or any other kind of emolument whatsoever. In short, Amer i ca is the land of labor, and by no means what the En glish call Lubberland, and the French Pays de Cocagne,9 where the streets are said to be paved with half- peck loaves,

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1. One guinea equals a pound plus a shilling (one twentieth of a pound), so this would be about eight to eleven pounds, or roughly twenty to thirty dollars in today’s currency. 2. Farm.

3. Those who have served their apprenticeship and are paid by the day. 4. To be skillful in what ever they undertake in the way of a vocation.

the houses tiled with pancakes, and where the fowls dy about ready roasted, crying come eat me!

Who then are the kind of persons to whom an emigration to Amer i ca may be advantageous? And what are the advantages they may reasonably expect?

Land being cheap in that country, from the vast forests still void of inhab- itants, and not likely to be occupied in an age to come, insomuch that the property of an hundred acres of fertile soil full of wood may be obtained near the frontiers, in many places, for eight or ten guineas,1 hearty young laboring men, who understand the husbandry of corn and cattle, which is nearly the same in that country as in Eu rope, may easily establish themselves there. A little money saved of the good wages they receive there, while they work for others, enables them to buy the land and begin their plantation,2 in which they are assisted by the good will of their neighbors, and some credit. Multitudes of poor people from Eng land, Ireland, Scotland, and Ger- many, have by this means in a few years become wealthy farmers, who, in their own countries, where all the lands are fully occupied, and the wages of labor low, could never have emerged from the poor condition wherein they were born.

From the salubrity of the air, the healthiness of the climate, the plenty of good provisions, and the encouragement to early marriages by the certainty of subsistence in cultivating the earth, the increase of inhabitants by natu- ral generation is very rapid in Amer i ca, and becomes still more so by the accession of strangers; hence there is a continual demand for more artisans of all the necessary and useful kinds, to supply those cultivators of the earth with houses, and with furniture and utensils of the grosser sorts, which can- not so well be brought from Eu rope. Tolerably good workmen in any of those mechanic arts are sure to "nd employ, and to be well paid for their work, there being no restraints preventing strangers from exercising any art they understand, nor any permission necessary. If they are poor, they begin "rst as servants or journeymen;3 and if they are sober, industrious, and fru- gal, they soon become masters, establish themselves in business, marry, raise families, and become respectable citizens.

Also, persons of moderate fortunes and capitals, who, having a number of children to provide for, as desirous of bringing them up to industry,4 and to secure estates for their posterity, have opportunities of doing it in Amer- i ca, which Eu rope does not afford. There they may be taught and practice pro"table mechanic arts, without incurring disgrace on that account, but on the contrary acquiring re spect by such abilities. There small capitals laid out in lands, which daily become more valuable by the increase of people, afford a solid prospect of ample fortunes thereafter for those children. The writer of this has known several instances of large tracts of land, bought, on what was then the frontier of Pennsylvania, for ten pounds per hundred acres, which after 20 years, when the settlements had been extended far beyond them, sold readily, without any improvement made upon them, for

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5. I.e., a large- scale industry. 6. I.e., woven into cloth.

three pounds per acre. The acre in Amer i ca is the same with the En glish acre, or the acre of Normandy.

Those, who desire to understand the state of government in Amer i ca, would do well to read the constitutions of the several states, and the Arti- cles of Confederation that binds the whole together for general purposes, under the direction of one assembly, called the Congress. These constitu- tions have been printed, by order of Congress, in Amer i ca; two editions of them have also been printed in London; and a good translation of them into French has lately been published at Paris.

Several of the princes of Eu rope having of late years, from an opinion of advantage to arise by producing all commodities and manufactures within their own dominions, so as to diminish or render useless their importations, have endeavored to entice workmen from other countries by high salaries, privileges, etc. Many persons, pretending to be skilled in vari ous great man- ufactures, imagining that Amer i ca must be in want of them, and that the Congress would prob ably be disposed to imitate the prince above mentioned, have proposed to go over, on condition of having their passages paid, lands given, salaries appointed, exclusive privileges for terms of years, etc. Such persons, on reading the Articles of Confederation, will "nd, that the Con- gress have no power committed to them, or money out into their hands, for such purposes; and that if any such encouragement is given, it must be by the government of some separate state. This, however, has rarely been done in Amer i ca; and, when it has been done, it has rarely succeeded, so as to establish a manufacture,5 which the country was not yet so ripe for as to encourage private persons to set it up; labor being generally too dear there, and hands dif"cult to be kept together, every one desiring to be a master, and the cheapness of lands inclining many to leave trades for agriculture. Some indeed have met with success, and are carried on to advantage; but they are generally such as require only a few hands, or wherein great part of the work is performed by machines. Things that are bulky, and of so small value as not well to bear the expense of freight, may often be made cheaper in the country, than they can be imported; and the manufacture of such things will be pro"table wherever there is a suf"cient demand. The farmers in Amer i ca produce indeed a good deal of wool and dax; and none is exported, it is all worked up;6 but it is in the way of domestic manufacture, for the use of the family. The buying up quantities of wool and dax, with the design to employ spinners, weavers, etc., and form great establishments, producing quantities of linen and woollen goods for sale, has been several times attempted in dif fer ent provinces; but those proj ects have generally failed, goods of equal value being imported cheaper. And when the governments have been solicited to support such schemes by encouragements, in money, or by imposing duties on importation of such goods, it has been generally refused, on this princi ple, that, if the country is ripe for the manufacture, it may be carried on by private persons to advantage; and if not, it is a folly to think of forcing Nature. Great establishments of manufacture require great numbers of poor to do the work for small wages; these poor are to be found in Eu rope, but will not be found in Amer i ca, till the lands are all taken up

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7. I.e., prudent money man ag ers. 8. Calculate; add up the "gures in a column.

and cultivated, and the excess of people, who cannot get land, want employ- ment. The manufacture of silk, they say, is natu ral in France, as that of cloth in Eng land, because each country produces in plenty the "rst material; but if Eng land will have a manufacture of silk as well as that of cloth, and France one of cloth as well as that of silk, these unnatural operations must be sup- ported by mutual prohibitions, or high duties on the importation of each other’s goods; by which means the workmen are enabled to tax the home consumer by greater prices, while the higher wages they receive makes them neither happier nor richer, since they only drink more and work less. There- fore the governments in Amer i ca do nothing to encourage such proj ects. The people, by this means, are not imposed on, either by the merchant or mechanic. If the merchant demands too much pro"t on imported shoes, they buy of the shoemaker; and if he asks too high a price, they take them of the merchant; thus the two professions are checks on each other. The shoe- maker, however, has, on the whole, considerable pro"t upon his labor in Amer i ca, beyond what he had in Eu rope, as he can add to his price a sum nearly equal to all the expenses of freight and commission, risk or insurance, etc., necessarily charged by the merchant. And the case is the same with the workmen in every other mechanic art. Hence it is, that artisans gener- ally live better and more easily in Amer i ca than in Eu rope; and such as are good economists7 make a comfortable provision for age, and for their children. Such may, therefore, remove with advantage to Amer i ca.

In the long- settled countries of Eu rope, all arts, trades, professions, farms, etc., are so full, that it is dif"cult for a poor man, who has children, to place them where they may gain, or learn to gain, a decent livelihood. The arti- sans, who fear creating future rivals in business, refuse to take apprentices, but upon conditions of money, maintenance, or the like, which the parents are unable to comply with. Hence the youth are dragged up in ignorance of every gainful art, and obliged to become soldiers, or servants, or thieves, for a subsistence. In Amer i ca, the rapid increase of inhabitants takes away that fear of rivalship, and artisans willingly receive apprentices from the hope of pro"t by their labor, during the remainder of the time stipulated, after they shall be instructed. Hence it is easy for poor families to get their children instructed; for the artisans are so desirous of apprentices, that many of them will even give money to the parents, to have boys from ten to "fteen years of age bound apprentices to them till the age of twenty- one; and many poor parents have, by that means, on their arrival in the country, raised money enough to buy land suf"cient to establish themselves, and to subsist the rest of their family by agriculture. These contracts for apprentices are made before a magistrate, who regulates the agreement according to reason and justice, and, having in view the formation of a future useful citizen, obliges the master to engage by a written indenture, not only that, during the time of ser vice stipulated, the apprentice shall be duly provided with meat, drink, apparel, washing, and lodging, and, at its expiration, with a complete new suit of clothes, but also that he shall be taught to read, write, and cast accounts;8 and that he shall be well instructed in the art or profession of his master, or some other, by which he may afterwards gain a livelihood, and be

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9. Lack of religious belief. 1. The text is from The Writings of Benjamin Franklin (1905), edited by Albert Henry Smyth. 2. In Franklin’s time, not only unmannerly

be hav ior but also, more broadly, unsophisticated and uncivilized be hav ior. “Politeness”: not just mannerly be hav ior but also sophisticated and civilized be hav ior.

able in his turn to raise a family. A copy of this indenture is given to the apprentice or his friends, and the magistrate keeps a rec ord of it, to which recourse may be had, in case of failure by the master in any point of per for- mance. This desire among the masters, to have more hands employed in working for them, induces them to pay the passages of young persons, of both sexes, who, on their arrival, agree to serve them one, two, three, or four years; those, who have already learned a trade, agreeing for a shorter term, in proportion to their skill, and the consequent immediate value of their ser vice; and those, who have none, agreeing for a longer term, in consider- ation of being taught an art their poverty would not permit them to acquire in their own country.

The almost general mediocrity of fortune that prevails in Amer i ca oblig- ing its people to follow some business for subsistence, those vices, that arise usually from idleness, are in a great mea sure prevented. Industry and con- stant employment are great preservatives of the morals and virtue of a nation. Hence bad examples to youth are more rare in Amer i ca, which must be a comfortable consideration to parents. To this may be truly added, that seri- ous religion, under its vari ous denominations, is not only tolerated, but respected and practiced. Atheism is unknown there; in"delity9 rare and secret; so that persons may live to a great age in that country, without hav- ing their piety shocked by meeting with either an atheist or an in"del. And the Divine Being seems to have manifested His approbation of the mutual forbearance and kindness with which the dif fer ent sects treat each other, by the remarkable prosperity with which He has been pleased to favor the whole country.

1782 1784

Remarks Concerning the Savages of North Amer i ca1

Savages we call them, because their manners differ from ours, which we think the perfection of civility; they think the same of theirs.

Perhaps, if we could examine the manners of dif fer ent nations with impar- tiality, we should "nd no people so rude, as to be without any rules of politeness; nor any so polite, as not to have some remains of rudeness.2

The Indian men, when young, are hunters and warriors; when old, coun- selors; for all their government is by counsel of the sages; there is no force, there are no prisons, no of"cers to compel obedience, or indict punishment. Hence they generally study oratory, the best speaker having the most indu- ence. The Indian women till the ground, dress the food, nurse and bring up the children, and preserve and hand down to posterity the memory of pub- lic transactions. These employments of men and women are accounted natu- ral and honorable. Having few arti"cial wants, they have abundance of leisure for improvement by conversation. Our laborious manner of life,

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3. The Iroquois confederacy, consisting of the Seneca, Cayuga, Oneida, Onondaga, Mohawk, and Tuscarora tribes. “Anno”: in the year (Latin).

compared with theirs, they esteem slavish and base; and the learning, on which we value ourselves, they regard as frivolous and useless. An instance of this occurred at the Treaty of Lancaster, in Pennsylvania, anno 1744, between the government of Virginia and the Six Nations.3 After the princi- pal business was settled, the commissioners from Virginia acquainted the Indians by a speech, that there was at Williamsburg a college, with a fund for educating Indian youth; and that, if the Six Nations would send down half a dozen of their young lads to that college, the government would take care that they should be well provided for, and instructed in all the learning of the white people. It is one of the Indian rules of politeness not to answer a public proposition the same day that it is made; they think it would be treating it as a light matter, and that they show it re spect by taking time to consider it, as of a matter impor tant. They therefore deferred their answer till the day following; when their speaker began, by expressing their deep sense of the kindness of the Virginia government, in making them that offer; “for we know,” says he, “that you highly esteem the kind of learning taught in those Colleges, and that the maintenance of our young men, while with you, would be very expensive to you. We are convinced, therefore, that you mean to do us good by your proposal; and we thank you heartily. But you, who are wise, must know that dif fer ent nations have dif fer ent concep- tions of things; and you will therefore not take it amiss, if our ideas of this kind of education happen not to be the same with yours. We have had some experience of it; several of our young people were formerly brought up at the colleges of the northern provinces; they were instructed in all your sci- ences; but, when they came back to us, they were bad runners, ignorant of every means of living in the woods, unable to bear either cold or hunger, knew neither how to build a cabin, take a deer, or kill an enemy, spoke our language imperfectly, were therefore neither "t for hunters, warriors, nor counselors; they were totally good for nothing. We are however not the less obliged by your kind offer, though we decline accepting it; and, to show our grateful sense of it, if the gentlemen of Virginia will send us a dozen of their sons, we will take great care of their education, instruct them in all we know, and make men of them.”

Having frequent occasions to hold public councils, they have acquired great order and decency in conducting them. The old men sit in the fore- most ranks, the warriors in the next, and the women and children in the hindmost. The business of the women is to take exact notice of what passes, imprint it in their memories (for they have no writing), and communicate it to their children. They are the rec ords of the council, and they preserve tra- ditions of the stipulations in treaties 100 years back; which, when we com- pare with our writings, we always "nd exact. He that would speak, rises. The rest observe a profound silence. When he has "nished and sits down, they leave him 5 or 6 minutes to recollect, that, if he has omitted anything he intended to say, or has anything to add, he may rise again and deliver it. To interrupt another, even in common conversation, is reckoned highly inde- cent. How dif fer ent this from the conduct of a polite British House of Com- mons, where scarce a day passes without some confusion, that makes the

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speaker hoarse in calling to order; and how dif fer ent from the mode of con- versation in many polite companies of Eu rope, where, if you do not deliver your sentence with great rapidity, you are cut off in the middle of it by the impatient loquacity of those you converse with, and never suffered to "nish it!

The politeness of these savages in conversation is indeed carried to excess, since it does not permit them to contradict or deny the truth of what is asserted in their presence. By this means they indeed avoid disputes; but then it becomes dif"cult to know their minds, or what impression you make upon them. The missionaries who have attempted to convert them to Chris tian- ity all complain of this as one of the great dif"culties of their mission. The Indians hear with patience the truths of the Gospel explained to them, and give their usual tokens of assent and approbation; you would think they were convinced. No such matter. It is mere civility.

A Swedish minister, having assembled the chiefs of the Susquehanah Indi- ans, made a sermon to them, acquainting them with the principal historical facts on which our religion is founded; such as the fall of our "rst parents by eating an apple, the coming of Christ to repair the mischief, His mira- cles and suffering, etc. When he had "nished, an Indian orator stood up to thank him. “What you have told us,” he says, “is all very good. It is indeed bad to eat apples. It is better to make them all into cider. We are much obliged by your kindness in coming so far, to tell us these things which you have heard from your mothers. In return, I will tell you some of those we have heard from ours. In the beginning, our fathers had only the desh of animals to subsist on; and if their hunting was unsuccessful, they were starving. Two of our young hunters, having killed a deer, made a "re in the woods to broil some part of it. When they were about to satisfy their hunger, they beheld a beautiful young woman descend from the clouds, and seat herself on that hill, which you see yonder among the blue mountains. They said to each other, it is a spirit that has smelled our broiling venison, and wishes to eat of it; let us offer some to her. They presented her with the tongue; she was pleased with the taste of it, and said, ‘Your kindness shall be rewarded; come to this place after thirteen moons, and you shall "nd something that will be of great bene"t in nourishing you and your children to the latest genera- tions.’ They did so, and, to their surprise, found plants they had never seen before; but which, from that ancient time, have been constantly cultivated among us, to our great advantage. Where her right hand had touched the ground, they found maize; where her left hand had touched it, they found kidney- beans; and where her backside had sat on it, they found tobacco.” The good missionary, disgusted with this idle tale, said, “What I delivered to you were sacred truths; but what you tell me is mere fable, "ction, and falsehood.” The Indian, offended, replied, “My brother, it seems your friends have not done you justice in your education; they have not well instructed you in the rules of common civility. You saw that we, who understand and practice those rules, believed all your stories; why do you refuse to believe ours?”

When any of them come into our towns, our people are apt to crowd round them, gaze upon them, and incommode them, where they desire to be pri- vate; this they esteem great rudeness, and the effect of the want of instruc- tion in the rules of civility and good manners. “We have,” say they, “as much

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4. Cry out; announce themselves. 5. I.e., hospitality.

curiosity as you, and when you come into our towns, we wish for opportuni- ties of looking at you, but for this purpose we hide ourselves behind bushes, where you are to pass, and never intrude ourselves into your com pany.”

Their manner of entering one another’s village has likewise its rules. It is reckoned uncivil in traveling strangers to enter a village abruptly, without giving notice of their approach. Therefore, as soon as they arrive within hear- ing, they stop and hollow,4 remaining there till invited to enter. Two old men usually come out to them, and lead them in. There is in every village a vacant dwelling, called the stranger’s house. Here they are placed, while the old men go round from hut to hut, acquainting the inhabitants, that strang- ers are arrived, who are prob ably hungry and weary; and every one sends them what he can spare of victuals, and skins to repose on. When the strangers are refreshed, pipes and tobacco are brought; and then, but not before, conversation begins, with inquiries who they are, whither bound, what news, etc.; and it usually ends with offers of ser vice, if the strangers have occasion of guides, or any necessaries for continuing their journey; and nothing is exacted for the entertainment.5

The same hospitality, esteemed among them as a principal virtue, is prac- ticed by private persons; of which Conrad Weiser, our interpreter, gave me the following instances. He had been naturalized among the Six Nations, and spoke well the Mohawk language. In going through the Indian country, to carry a message from our Governor to the Council at Onondaga, he called at the habitation of Canassatego, an old acquaintance, who embraced him, spread furs for him to sit on, placed before him some boiled beans and venison, and mixed some rum and water for his drink. When he was well refreshed, and had lit his pipe, Canassatego began to converse with him; asked how he had fared the many years since they had seen each other; whence he then came; what occasioned the journey, etc. Conrad answered all his questions; and when the discourse began to dag, the Indian, to con- tinue it, said, “Conrad, you have lived long among the white people, and know something of their customs; I have been sometimes at Albany, and have observed, that once in seven days they shut up their shops, and assem ble all in the great house; tell me what it is for? What do they do there?” “They meet there,” says Conrad, “to hear and learn good things.” “I do not doubt,” says the Indian, “that they tell you so; they have told me the same; but I doubt the truth of what they say, and I will tell you my reasons. I went lately to Albany to sell my skins and buy blankets, knives, powder, rum, etc. You know I used generally to deal with Hans Hanson; but I was a little inclined this time to try some other merchant. However, I called "rst upon Hans, and asked him what he would give for beaver. He said he could not give any more than four shillings a pound; ‘but,’ says he, ‘I cannot talk on business now; this is the day when we meet together to learn good things, and I am going to the meeting.’ So I thought to myself, ‘Since we cannot do any business today, I may as well go to the meeting too,’ and I went with him. There stood up a man in black, and began to talk to the people very angrily. I did not understand what he said; but, perceiving that he looked much at me and at

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6. “It is remarkable that in all ages and coun- tries hospitality has been allowed as the virtue of those whom the civilized were pleased to call barbarians. The Greeks celebrated the Scythi- ans for it. The Saracens possessed it eminently, and it is to this day the reigning virtue of the wild Arabs. St. Paul, too, in the relation of his

voyage and shipwreck on the island of Melité says “the barbarous people showed us no little kindness; for they kindled a "re, and received us every one, because of the pres ent rain, and because of the cold” [Franklin’s note; the Apos- tle Paul relates his visit to Melita in Acts 28].

Hanson, I imagined he was angry at seeing me there; so I went out, sat down near the house, struck "re, and lit my pipe, waiting till the meeting should break up. I thought too, that the man had mentioned something of beaver, and I suspected it might be the subject of their meeting. So, when they came out, I accosted my merchant. ‘Well, Hans,’ says I, ‘I hope you have agreed to give more than four shillings a pound.’ ‘No,’ says he, ‘I cannot give so much; I cannot give more than three shillings and sixpence.’ I then spoke to sev- eral other dealers, but they all sung the same song,— three and sixpence,— three and sixpence. This made it clear to me, that my suspicion was right; and, that what ever they pretended of meeting to learn good things, the real purpose was to consult how to cheat Indians in the price of beaver. Con- sider but a little, Conrad, and you must be of my opinion. If they met so often to learn good things, they would certainly have learned some before this time. But they are still ignorant. You know our practice. If a white man, in traveling through our country, enters one of our cabins, we all treat him as I treat you; we dry him if he is wet, we warm him if he is cold, we give him meat and drink, that he may allay his thirst and hunger; and we spread soft furs for him to rest and sleep on; we demand nothing in return. But, if I go into a white man’s house at Albany, and ask for victuals and drink, they say, ‘Where is your money?’ and if I have none, they say, ‘Get out, you Indian dog.’ You see they have not yet learned those little good things, that we need no meetings to be instructed in, because our mothers taught them to us when we were children; and therefore it is impossible their meetings should be, as they say, for any such purpose, or have any such effect; they are only to con- trive the cheating of Indians in the price of beaver.”6

1784

The Autobiography Franklin worked on the manuscript of The Autobiogra- phy on four dif fer ent occasions over a period of nineteen years. The "rst part is addressed to his son William Franklin (1731–1813), governor of New Jersey when Franklin was writing this section. Franklin was visiting the country home of Bishop Jonathan Shipley at Twyford, a village about "fty miles from London. He began writ- ing on July 30 and "nished on or about August 13, 1771. Franklin did not return to the manuscript until about thirteen years later, when he was living in France and serving as minister of the newly formed United States. He wrote the last two sections in August 1788 and the winter of 1789–90, stopping because of illness. The account goes up only to 1758, so it does not cover Franklin’s great triumphs as a diplomat and public servant.

In 1791, the Paris publisher Jacques Buisson issued the "rst part of The Auto- biography in a French translation. William Temple Franklin, Franklin’s grand son and secretary, published a London edition of 1818 that included the "rst three parts in En glish. Temple Franklin had accidentally traded his handwritten manuscript of

1. I.e., the remaining representatives of his family. Franklin and his son toured Eng land in 1758 and visited ancestral homes at Ecton and Banbury.

the full text for an incomplete copy. It was not until 1868 that the American lawyer and statesman John Bigelow published all four parts of the autobiography, in a more reliable edition based on a manuscript that he bought in France.

The text reprinted here is the "rst one taken directly from the manuscript (other editors have merely corrected earlier printed texts). It was established by J. A. Leo Lemay and Paul Zall for their 1986 Norton Critical Edition of The Autobiography and is here reprinted with permission. The text has been modernized only slightly. All manuscript abbreviations and symbols have been expanded. The editors omitted short dashes, which Franklin often wrote after sentences, and punctuation marks that “have been clearly superseded by revisions or additions.” Careless slips have been corrected silently but are noted in the section on emendations in their text. Lemay and Zall generously let the editors of this anthology consult their footnotes and biographical sketches. Also helpful were the edition of Leonard  W. Labaree et al. (1964) and Joyce E. Chaplin’s revised Norton Critical Edition (2012).

The Autobiography

[Part One]

Twyford, at the Bishop of St. Asaph’s 1771

Dear Son, I have ever had a Plea sure in obtaining any little Anecdotes of my Ances-

tors. You may remember the Enquiries I made among the Remains of my Relations1 when you were with me in Eng land; and the Journey I took for that purpose. Now imagining it may be equally agreeable to you to know the Circumstances of my Life, many of which you are yet unacquainted with; and expecting a Week’s uninterrupted Leisure in my pres ent Country Retire- ment, I sit down to write them for you. To which I have besides some other Inducements. Having emerg’d from the Poverty and Obscurity in which I was born and bred, to a State of Afduence and some Degree of Reputation in the World, and having gone so far thro’ Life with a considerable Share of Felicity, the conducting Means I made use of, which, with the Blessing of God, so well succeeded, my Posterity may like to know, as they may "nd some of them suitable to their own Situations, and therefore "t to be imitated. That Felicity, when I redected on it, has induc’d me sometimes to say, that were it offer’d to my Choice, I should have no Objection to a Repetition of the same Life from its Beginning, only asking the Advantage Authors have in a second Edition to correct some Faults of the "rst. So would I if I might, besides correcting the Faults, change some sinister Accidents and Events of it for others more favorable, but tho’ this were denied, I should still accept the Offer. However, since such a Repetition is not to be expected, the Thing most like living one’s Life over again, seems to be a Recollection of that Life; and to make that Recollection as durable as pos si ble, the putting it down in Writing. Hereby, too, I shall indulge the Inclination so natu ral in old Men, to be talking of themselves and their own past Actions, and I shall indulge it, without being troublesome to others who thro’ re spect to Age might think

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2. I.e., a backhanded stroke; a term used in dueling with rapiers. 3. A “franklin” was a freeholder— a land owner

not of noble birth. 4. Here a note [Franklin had intended to insert a note here].

themselves oblig’d to give me a Hearing, since this may be read or not as any one pleases. And lastly, (I may as well confess it, since my Denial of it will be believ’d by no body) perhaps I shall a good deal gratify my own Van- ity. Indeed I scarce ever heard or saw the introductory Words, Without Vanity I may say, etc. but some vain thing immediately follow’d. Most People dislike Vanity in others what ever Share they have of it themselves, but I give it fair Quarter wherever I meet with it, being persuaded that it is often productive of Good to the Possessor and to others that are within his Sphere of Action: And therefore in many Cases it would not be quite absurd if a Man were to thank God for his Vanity among the other Comforts of Life.

And now I speak of thanking God, I desire with all Humility to acknowl- edge, that I owe the mention’d Happiness of my past Life to his kind Provi- dence, which led me to the Means I us’d and gave them Success. My Belief of This, induces me to hope, tho’ I must not presume, that the same Good- ness will still be exercis’d towards me in continuing that Happiness, or in enabling me to bear a fatal Reverso,2 which I may experience as others have done, the Complexion of my future Fortune being known to him only: and in whose Power it is to bless to us even our Afdictions.

The Notes one of my Uncles (who had the same kind of Curiosity in col- lecting Family Anecdotes) once put into my Hands, furnish’d me with sev- eral Particulars, relating to our Ancestors. From those Notes I learned that the Family had liv’d in the same Village, Ecton in Northamptonshire, for 300 Years, and how much longer he knew not, (perhaps from the Time when the Name Franklin that before was the Name of an Order of People,3 was assum’d by them for a Surname, when others took Surnames all over the Kingdom)4 on a Freehold of about 30 Acres, aided by the Smith’s Business which had continued in the Family till his Time, the eldest Son being always bred to that Business. A Custom which he and my Father both followed as to their eldest Sons. When I search’d the Register at Ecton, I found an Account of their Births, Marriages and Burials, from the Year 1555 only, there being no Register kept in that Parish at any time preceding. By that Register I perceiv’d that I was the youn gest Son of the youn gest Son for 5 Generations back. My Grand father Thomas, who was born in 1598, lived at Ecton till he grew too old to follow Business longer, when he went to live with his Son John, a Dyer at Banbury in Oxfordshire, with whom my Father serv’d an Apprenticeship. There my Grand father died and lies buried. We saw his Gravestone in 1758. His eldest Son Thomas liv’d in the House at Ecton, and left it with the Land to his only Child, a Daughter, who with her Husband, one Fisher of Wellingborough, sold it to Mr. Isted, now Lord of the Manor there.

My Grand father had 4 Sons that grew up, viz., Thomas, John, Benjamin and Josiah. I will give you what Account I can of them at this distance from my Papers, and if those are not lost in my Absence, you will among them "nd many more Particulars. Thomas was bred a Smith under his Father, but being ingenious, and encourag’d in Learning (as all his Brothers likewise

5. An honori"c originally extended to a young man of gentle birth but extended as a courtesy to any gentleman. 6. A professional copier of documents. 7. Until 1752, Eng land used the Julian calendar, in which the new year began on March  25. Because the Julian calendar did not have leap years, it had fallen behind the astronomical year; the En glish skipped eleven days when adopting the Gregorian calendar. Franklin’s birthday is either January 6, 1705–06, Old Style, or Janu- ary 17, 1706, New Style. 8. The passage of the soul, upon death, to another’s body. 9. The terms “folio,” “quarto,” and “octavo” desig-

nate book sizes from large to small. A single sheet of paper folded once makes a folio, or four sides for printing; a quarto is obtained if the sheet is folded again; an octavo is the sheet folded once more. 1. Here insert it [Franklin’s note, but he did not include the example]. 2. Mary Tudor (1516–1558; reigned 1553–58) tried to restore Roman Catholicism as the national Church. 3. Also known as the “Geneva” version, trans- lated by Reformed En glish Protestants living in Switzerland; this version, used by the Puritans, was outlawed by the Church of Eng land. 4. A small, four- legged stool.

were,) by an Esquire5 Palmer then the principal Gentleman in that Parish, he quali"ed himself for the Business of Scrivener,6 became a considerable Man in the County Affairs, was a chief Mover of all public Spirited Undertak- ings for the County or Town of Northampton and his own Village, of which many Instances were told us at Ecton, and he was much taken Notice of and patroniz’d by the then Lord Halifax. He died in 1702, Jan. 6, old Stile,7 just 4 Years to a Day before I was born. The Account we receiv’d of his Life and Character from some old People at Ecton, I remember struck you as some- thing extraordinary from its Similarity to what you knew of mine. Had he died on the same Day, you said one might have suppos’d a Transmigration.8

John was bred a Dyer, I believe of Woollens. Benjamin was bred a Silk Dyer, serving an Apprenticeship at London. He was an ingenious Man. I remember him well, for when I was a Boy he came over to my Father in Bos- ton, and lived in the House with us some Years. He lived to a great Age. His Grand son Samuel Franklin now lives in Boston. He left behind him two Quarto9 Volumes, Manuscript of his own Poetry, consisting of little occa- sional Pieces address’d to his Friends and Relations, of which the following sent to me, is a Specimen.1 He had form’d a Shorthand of his own, which he taught me, but never practicing it I have now forgot it. I was nam’d after this Uncle, there being a par tic u lar Affection between him and my Father. He was very pious, a great Attender of Sermons of the best Preachers, which he took down in his Shorthand and had with him many Volumes of them. He was also much of a Politician, too much perhaps for his Station. There fell lately into my Hands in London a Collection he had made of all the principal Pamphlets relating to Public Affairs from 1641 to 1717. Many of the Vol- umes are wanting, as appears by the Numbering, but there still remains 8 Volumes Folio, and 24 in Quarto and Octavo. A Dealer in old Books met with them, and knowing me by my sometimes buying of him, he brought them to me. It seems my Uncle must have left them here when he went to Amer i ca, which was above 50 Years since. There are many of his Notes in the Margins.

This obscure Family of ours was early in the Reformation, and continu’d Protestants thro’ the Reign of Queen Mary,2 when they were sometimes in Danger of Trou ble on Account of their Zeal against Popery. They had got an En glish Bible,3 and to conceal and secure it, it was fastened open with Tapes under and within the Frame of a Joint Stool.4 When my Great Great Grand- father read in it to his Family, he turn’d up the Joint Stool upon his Knees, turning over the Leaves then under the Tapes. One of the Children stood at

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5. An of"cer of an ecclesiastical court, in this case a court established to eliminate heresy. 6. Charles II (1630–1685) reigned from 1660 to 1685. 7. Secret and illegal meetings of Nonconform- ists, outlawed in 1664. Nonconformists refused to adopt the rituals and acknowledge the hierar- chy of the Church of Eng land.

8. More correctly, October 1683. 9. Cotton Mather’s ecclesiastical history (excerpted earlier in this volume) was published in London in 1702; the quotation is properly “an Able Godly En glishman.” 1. Sectarians; believers or followers of a par tic u- lar religious teaching. 2. In the Island of Nantucket [Franklin’s note].

the Door to give Notice if he saw the Apparitor5 coming, who was an Of"- cer of the Spiritual Court. In that Case the Stool was turn’d down again upon its feet, when the Bible remain’d conceal’d under it as before. This Anecdote I had from my Uncle Benjamin. The Family continu’d all of the Church of Eng land till about the End of Charles the Second’s Reign,6 when some of the Ministers that had been outed for Nonconformity, holding Con- venticles7 in Northamptonshire, Benjamin and Josiah adher’d to them, and so continu’d all their Lives. The rest of the Family remain’d with the Epis- copal Church.

Josiah, my Father, married young, and carried his Wife with three Children unto New Eng land, about 1682.8 The Conventicles having been forbidden by Law, and frequently disturbed, induced some considerable Men of his Acquaintance to remove to that Country, and he was prevail’d with to accom- pany them thither, where they expected to enjoy their Mode of Religion with Freedom. By the same Wife he had 4 Children more born there, and by a second Wife ten more, in all 17, of which I remember 13 sitting at one time at his Table, who all grew up to be Men and Women, and married. I was the youn gest Son and the youn gest Child but two, and was born in Bos- ton, New Eng land.

My Mother the second Wife was Abiah Folger, a Daughter of Peter Fol- ger, one of the "rst Settlers of New Eng land, of whom honorable mention is made by Cotton Mather, in his Church History of that Country, (entitled Magnalia Christi Americana) as a godly learned En glishman, if I remember the Words rightly.9 I have heard that he wrote sundry small occasional Pieces, but only one of them was printed which I saw now many Years since. It was written in 1675, in the homespun Verse of that Time and People, and address’d to those then concern’d in the Government there. It was in favor of Liberty of Conscience, and in behalf of the Baptists, Quakers, and other Sectaries,1 that had been under Persecution; ascribing the Indian Wars and other Distresses that had befallen the Country to that Persecution, as so many Judgments of God, to punish so heinous an Offence; and exhorting a Repeal of those uncharitable Laws. The whole appear’d to me as written with a good deal of Decent Plainness and manly Freedom. The six last conclud- ing Lines I remember, tho’ I have forgotten the two "rst of the Stanza, but the Purport of them was that his Censures proceeded from Goodwill, and therefore he would be known as the Author,

because to be a Libeler, (says he) I hate it with my Heart. From Sherburne Town2 where now I dwell, My Name I do put here, Without Offence, your real Friend, It is Peter Folgier.

3. I.e., as if his son were the tenth part of his income, traditionally given to the Church. 4. Here, his system of shorthand. 5. Maker of candles and soap.

6. Steer. 7. Enterprising. 8. Ants.

My elder Brothers were all put Apprentices to dif fer ent Trades. I was put to the Grammar School at Eight Years of Age, my Father intending to devote me as the Tithe3 of his Sons to the Ser vice of the Church. My early Readi- ness in learning to read (which must have been very early, as I do not remem- ber when I could not read) and the Opinion of all his Friends that I should certainly make a good Scholar, encourag’d him in this Purpose of his. My Uncle Benjamin too approv’d of it, and propos’d to give me all his Short- hand Volumes of Sermons, I suppose as a Stock to set up with, if I would learn his Character.4 I continu’d however at the Grammar School not quite one Year, tho’ in that time I had risen gradually from the Middle of the Class of that Year to be the Head of it, and farther was remov’d into the next Class above it, in order to go with that into the third at the End of the Year. But my Father in the meantime, from a View of the Expense of a College Edu- cation which, having so large a Family, he could not well afford, and the mean Living many so educated were afterwards able to obtain, Reasons that he gave to his Friends in my Hearing, altered his "rst Intention, took me from the Grammar School, and sent me to a School for Writing and Arith- metic kept by a then famous Man, Mr. George Brownell, very successful in his Profession generally, and that by mild encouraging Methods. Under him I acquired fair Writing pretty soon, but I fail’d in the Arithmetic, and made no Pro gress in it.

At Ten Years old, I was taken home to assist my Father in his Business, which was that of a Tallow Chandler and Soap- Boiler.5 A Business he was not bred to, but had assumed on his Arrival in New Eng land and on "nding his Dying Trade would not maintain his Family, being in little Request. Accordingly I was employed in cutting Wick for the Candles, "lling the Dip- ping Mold, and the Molds for cast Candles, attending the Shop, going of Errands, etc. I dislik’d the Trade and had a strong Inclination for the Sea; but my Father declar’d against it; however, living near the Water, I was much in and about it, learned early to swim well, and to manage Boats, and when in a Boat or Canoe with other Boys I was commonly allow’d to govern,6 espe- cially in any case of Dif"culty; and upon other Occasions I was generally a Leader among the Boys, and sometimes led them into Scrapes, of which I will mention one Instance, as it shows an early projecting7 public Spirit, tho’ not then justly conducted. There was a Salt Marsh that bounded part of the Mill Pond, on the Edge of which at Highwater, we us’d to stand to "sh for Minnows. By much Trampling, we had made it a mere Quagmire. My Pro- posal was to build a Wharf there "t for us to stand upon, and I show’d my Comrades a large Heap of Stones which were intended for a new House near the Marsh, and which would very well suit our Purpose. Accordingly in the Eve ning when the Workmen were gone, I assembled a Number of my Play- fellows, and working with them diligently like so many Emmets,8 sometimes two or three to a Stone, we brought them all away and built our little Wharf. The next Morning the Workmen were surpris’d at Missing the Stones; which

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9. Privileged. I.e., consistent and paid.

were found in our Wharf; Enquiry was made after the Removers; we were discovered and complain’d of; several of us were corrected by our Fathers; and tho’ I pleaded the Usefulness of the Work, mine convinc’d me that noth- ing was useful which was not honest.

I think you may like to know something of his Person and Character. He had an excellent Constitution of Body, was of middle Stature, but well set and very strong. He was ingenious, could draw prettily, was skill’d a little in Music and had a clear pleasing Voice, so that when he play’d Psalm Tunes on his Violin and sung withal as he some times did in an Eve ning after the Business of the Day was over, it was extremely agreeable to hear. He had a mechanical Genius too, and on occasion was very handy in the Use of other Tradesmen’s Tools. But his great Excellence lay in a sound Understanding, and solid Judgment in prudential Matters, both in private and public Affairs. In the latter indeed he was never employed, the numerous Family he had to educate and the Straitness of his Circumstances, keeping him close to his Trade, but I remember well his being frequently visited by leading People, who consulted him for his Opinion on Affairs of the Town or of the Church he belong’d to and show’d a good deal of Res pect for his Judgment and Advice. He was also much consulted by private Persons about their Affairs when any Dif"culty occur’d, and frequently chosen an Arbitrator between contending Parties. At his Table he lik’d to have as often as he could, some sensible Friend or Neighbor, to converse with, and always took care to start some ingenious or useful Topic for Discourse, which might tend to improve the Minds of his Children. By this means he turn’d our Attention to what was good, just, and prudent in the Conduct of Life; and little or no Notice was ever taken of what related to the Victuals on the Table, whether it was well or ill drest, in or out of season, of good or bad davor, preferable or infe- rior to this or that other thing of the kind; so that I was brought up in such a perfect Inattention to those Matters as to be quite Indifferent what kind of Food was set before me; and so unobservant of it, that to this Day, if I am ask’d I can scarce tell, a few Hours after Dinner, what I din’d upon. This has been a Con ve nience to me in traveling, where my Companions have been sometimes very unhappy for want of a suitable Grati"cation of their more delicate because better instructed Tastes and Appetites.

My Mother had likewise an excellent Constitution. She suckled all her 10 Children. I never knew either my Father or Mother to have any Sickness but that of which they died, he at 89 and she at 85 Years of age. They lie buried together at Boston, where I some Years since plac’d a Marble stone over their Grave with this Inscription:

Josiah Franklin And Abiah his Wife Lie here interred. They lived lovingly together in Wedlock Fifty- "ve Years. Without an Estate or any gainful9 Employment, By constant Labor and Industry,

1. Abbreviation for ætatis: aged (Latin). 2. John Franklin (1690–1756), Franklin’s favor- ite brother, later became postmaster of Boston. 3. Woodworkers, bricklayers, latheworkers, brass- workers. 4. The En glish preacher John Bunyan (1628– 1688) published Pilgrim’s Pro gress in 1678; his lit- erary works were enormously popu lar and

available in cheap one- shilling editions. Pilgrim’s Pro gress is an allegory in which the hero, Chris- tian, dees the City of Destruction and makes his way to the Celestial City with the help of charac- ters such as Mr. Worldly- Wiseman, Faithful, and Hopeful. 5. A pseudonym for Nathaniel Crouch (c. 1632– 1725), a popu lar izer of British history.

With God’s Blessing, They maintained a large Family Comfortably; And brought up thirteen Children, And seven Grandchildren Reputably. From this Instance, Reader, Be encouraged to Diligence in thy Calling, And distrust not Providence. He was a pious and prudent Man, She a discreet and virtuous Woman. Their youn gest Son, In "lial Regard to their Memory, Places this Stone. J.F. born 1655— Died 1744. Ætat1 89 A.F. born 1667— died 1752— —85.

By my rambling Digressions I perceive myself to be grown old. I us’d to write more methodically. But one does not dress for private Com pany as for a public Ball. ’Tis perhaps only Negligence.

To return. I continu’d thus employ’d in my Father’s Business for two Years, that is till I was 12 Years old; and my Brother John who was bred to that Business having left my Father, married and set up for himself at Rhode Island,2 there was all Appearance that I was destin’d to supply his Place and be a Tallow Chandler. But my Dislike to the Trade continuing, my Father was under Apprehensions that if he did not "nd one for me more agreeable, I should break away and get to Sea, as his Son Josiah had done to his great Vexation. He therefore sometimes took me to walk with him, and see Join- ers, Bricklayers, Turners, Braziers,3 etc. at their Work, that he might observe my Inclination, and endeavor to "x it on some Trade or other on Land. It has ever since been a Plea sure to me to see good Workmen handle their Tools; and it has been useful to me, having learned so much by it, as to be able to do little Jobs myself in my House, when a Workman could not readily be got; and to construct little Machines for my Experiments while the Intention of making the Experiment was fresh and warm in my Mind. My Father at last "x’d upon the Cutler’s Trade, and my Uncle Benjamin’s Son Samuel who was bred to that Business in London being about that time establish’d in Boston, I was sent to be with him some time on liking. But his Expectations of a Fee with me displeasing my Father, I was taken home again.

From a Child I was fond of Reading, and all the little Money that came into my Hands was ever laid out in Books. Pleas’d with the Pilgrim’s Pro- gress, my "rst Collection was of John Bunyan’s Works,4 in separate little Vol- umes. I afterwards sold them to enable me to buy R. Burton’s5 Historical

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6. Peddlers’ books, hence inexpensive. 7. Parallel Lives, by the Greek biographer Plu- tarch (c. 46–120 c.e.), about noted Greek and Roman "gures. 8. Cotton Mather’s Bonifacius: An Essay upon the Good. Essay on Proj ects, by the En glish writer Daniel Defoe (1659?–1731), offers sugges- tions for economic improvement. 9. Type. 1. Apprenticed. 2. A contract binding him to work for his brother for nine years. James Franklin (1697–1735) had learned the printer’s trade in Eng land.

3. I.e., be paid for each day’s work, having served his apprenticeship. 4. Mr. Matthew Adams [Franklin’s note]. 5. Exceptionally "ne. 6. The full texts of these ballads are lost; George Worthylake, light house keeper on Beacon Island, Boston Harbor, and his wife and daughter were drowned on November 3, 1718. The pirate Black- beard, Edward Teach, was killed off the Caro- lina coast on November 22, 1718. 7. Grub Street in London was inhabited by poor literary hacks who churned out poems of topical interest.

Collections; they were small Chapmen’s Books6 and cheap, 40 or 50 in all. My Father’s little Library consisted chiedy of Books in polemic Divinity, most of which I read, and have since often regretted, that at a time when I had such a Thirst for Knowledge, more proper Books had not fallen in my Way, since it was now resolv’d I should not be a Clergyman. Plutarch’s Lives7 there was, in which I read abundently, and I still think that time spent to great Advantage. There was also a Book of Defoe’s called an Essay on Proj ects and another of Dr. Mather’s call’d Essays to do Good,8 which perhaps gave me a Turn of Thinking that had an Induence on some of the principal future Events of my Life.

This Bookish Inclination at length determin’d my Father to make me a Printer, tho’ he had already one Son, (James) of that Profession. In 1717 my Brother James return’d from Eng land with a Press and Letters9 to set up his Business in Boston. I lik’d it much better than that of my Father, but still had a Hankering for the Sea. To prevent the apprehended Effect of such an Inclination, my Father was impatient to have me bound1 to my Brother. I stood out some time, but at last was persuaded and signed the Indentures,2 when I was yet but 12 Years old. I was to serve as an Apprentice till I was 21 Years of Age, only I was to be allow’d Journeyman’s Wages3 during the last Year. In a little time I made great Pro"ciency in the Business, and became a useful Hand to my Brother. I now had Access to better Books. An Acquain- tance with the Apprentices of Booksellers enabled me sometimes to borrow a small one, which I was careful to return soon and clean. Often I sat up in my Room reading the greatest Part of the Night, when the Book was borrow’d in the Eve ning and to be return’d early in the Morning lest it should be miss’d or wanted. And after some time an ingenious Tradesman4 who had a pretty5 Collection of Books, and who frequented our Printing- House, took Notice of me, invited me to his Library, and very kindly lent me such Books as I chose to read. I now took a Fancy to Poetry, and made some little Pieces. My Brother, thinking it might turn to account encourag’d me, and put me on composing two occasional Ballads. One was called the Light House Trag- edy, and contain’d an Account of the drowning of Capt. Worthilake with his Two Daughters; the other was a Sailor Song on the Taking of Teach or Black- beard the Pirate.6 They were wretched Stuff, in the Grubstreet Ballad Style,7 and when they were printed he sent me about the Town to sell them. The "rst sold wonderfully, the Event being recent, having made a great Noise. This datter’d my Vanity. But my Father discourag’d me, by ridiculing my Per- for mances, and telling me Verse- makers were generally Beggars; so I escap’d being a Poet, most prob ably a very bad one. But as Prose Writing

8. Scottish Presbyterians were noted for their argumentative nature. 9. Punctuation. Spelling and punctuation were not standardized at this time. 1. An En glish periodical published daily from March 1, 1711, to December 6, 1712, and revived

in 1714. It contained essays by Joseph Addison (1672–1719) and Richard Steele (1672–1729) and addressed itself primarily to matters of lit er a ture and morality. Its aim was to “enliven morality with wit” and “temper wit with morality.” 2. Meter.

has been of great Use to me in the Course of my Life, and was a principal Means of my Advancement, I shall tell you how in such a Situation I acquir’d what little Ability I have in that Way.

There was another Bookish Lad in the Town, John Collins by Name, with whom I was intimately acquainted. We sometimes disputed, and very fond we were of Argument, and very desirous of confuting one another. Which disputatious Turn, by the way, is apt to become a very bad Habit, making People often extremely disagreeable in Com pany, by the Contradiction that is necessary to bring it into Practice, and thence, besides souring and spoil- ing the Conversation, is productive of Disgusts and perhaps Enmities where you may have occasion for Friendship. I had caught it by reading my Father’s Books of Dispute about Religion. Persons of good Sense, I have since observ’d, seldom fall into it, except Lawyers, University Men, and Men of all Sorts that have been bred at Edinburgh.8 A Question was once some how or other started between Collins and me, of the Propriety of educating the Female Sex in Learning, and their Abilities for Study. He was of Opinion that it was improper; and that they were naturally unequal to it. I took the contrary Side, perhaps a little for Dispute sake. He was naturally more elo- quent, had a ready Plenty of Words, and sometimes as I thought bore me down more by his Fluency than by the Strength of his Reasons. As we parted without settling the Point, and were not to see one another again for some time, I sat down to put my Arguments in Writing, which I copied fair and sent to him. He answer’d and I replied. Three or four Letters of a Side had pass’d, when my Father happen’d to "nd my Papers, and read them. With- out entering into the Discussion, he took occasion to talk to me about the Manner of my Writing, observ’d that tho’ I had the Advantage of my Antag- onist in correct Spelling and pointing9 (which I ow’d to the Printing- House) I fell far short in elegance of Expression, in Method and in Perspicuity, of which he convinc’d me by several Instances. I saw the Justice of his Remarks, and thence grew more attentive to the Manner in Writing, and determin’d to endeavor at Improvement.

About this time I met with an odd Volume of the Spectator.1 I had never before seen any of them. I bought it, read it over and over, and was much delighted with it. I thought the Writing excellent, and wish’d if pos si ble to imitate it. With that View, I took some of the Papers, and making short Hints of the Sentiment in each Sentence, laid them by a few Days, and then with- out looking at the Book, tried to complete the Papers again, by expressing each hinted Sentiment at length and as fully as it had been express’d before, in any suitable Words that should come to hand.

Then I compar’d my Spectator with the Original, discover’d some of my Faults and corrected them. But I found I wanted a Stock of Words or a Read- iness in recollecting and using them, which I thought I should have acquir’d before that time, if I had gone on making Verses, since the continual Occasion for Words of the same Import but of dif fer ent Length, to suit the Mea sure,2

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3. Thomas Tryon, whose Way to Health, Wealth, and Happiness appeared in 1682; a digest titled Wisdom’s Dictates appeared in 1691. 4. I.e., cornmeal or oatmeal mush. 5. Edward Cocker’s Arithmetic, published in

1677, was reprinted twenty times by 1700. 6. John Seller published An Epitome of the Art of Navigation in 1681. Samuel Sturmy published The Mari ner’s Magazine: Or Sturmy’s Mathemati- cal and Practical Arts in 1699.

or of dif fer ent Sound for the Rhyme, would have laid me under a constant Necessity of searching for Variety, and also have tended to "x that Variety in my Mind, and make me Master of it. Therefore I took some of the Tales and turn’d them into Verse: And after a time, when I had pretty well forgot- ten the Prose, turn’d them back again. I also sometimes jumbled my Collec- tions of Hints into Confusion, and after some Weeks, endeavor’d to reduce them into the best Order, before I began to form the full Sentences, and complete the Paper. This was to teach me Method in the Arrangement of Thoughts. By comparing my Work afterwards with the original, I discover’d many faults and amended them; but I sometimes had the Plea sure of Fan- cying that in certain Particulars of small Import, I had been lucky enough to improve the Method or the Language and this encourag’d me to think I might possibly in time come to be a tolerable En glish Writer, of which I was extremely ambitious.

My Time for these Exercises and for Reading, was at Night after Work, or before Work began in the Morning; or on Sundays, when I contrived to be in the Printing- House alone, evading as much as I could the common Atten- dance on public Worship, which my Father used to exact of me when I was under his Care: And which indeed I still thought a Duty; tho’ I could not, as it seemed to me, afford the Time to practice it.

When about 16 Years of Age, I happen’d to meet with a Book written by one Tryon,3 recommending a Vegetable Diet. I determined to go into it. My Brother being yet unmarried, did not keep House, but boarded himself and his Apprentices in another Family. My refusing to eat Flesh occasioned an Inconveniency, and I was frequently chid for my singularity. I made myself acquainted with Tryon’s Manner of preparing some of his Dishes, such as Boiling Potatoes or Rice, making Hasty Pudding,4 and a few others, and then propos’d to my Brother, that if he would give me Weekly half the Money he paid for my Board, I would board myself. He instantly agreed to it, and I presently found that I could save half what he paid me. This was an addi- tional Fund for buying Books: But I had another Advantage in it. My Brother and the rest going from the Printing- House to their Meals, I remain’d there alone, and dispatching presently my light Repast, (which often was no more than a Biscuit or a Slice of Bread, a Handful of Raisins or a Tart from the Pastry Cook’s, and a Glass of Water) had the rest of the Time till their Return, for Study, in which I made the greater Pro gress from that greater Clearness of Head and quicker Apprehension which usually attend Temper- ance in Eating and Drinking. And now it was that being on some Occasion made asham’d of my Ignorance in Figures, which I had twice fail’d in learn- ing when at School, I took Cocker’s Book of Arithmetic,5 and went thro’ the whole by myself with great Ease. I also read Seller’s and Sturmy’s Books of Navigation,6 and became acquainted with the little Geometry they contain,

7. The En glish phi los o pher John Locke (1632– 1704) published An Essay Concerning Human Understanding in 1690. The phi los o phers Antoine Arnauld (1612–1694) and Pierre Nicole (1625?– 1695), of Port Royal, France, published the En glish edition of Logic: Or the Art of Thinking in 1687. It was originally published in Latin in 1662. 8. James Greenwood wrote An Essay towards a Practical En glish Grammar (1711). 9. I.e., in the form of a debate or dialectic, as practiced by the Greek phi los o pher Socrates (c.

470–399 b.c.e.). 1. Work by the Greek historian Xenophon (434?–355 b.c.e.) translated by Edward Bysshe in 1712. 2. Anthony Ashley Cooper, third Earl of Shaft- esbury (1671–1713), was a religious skeptic. Anthony Collins (1676–1729) argued that the world could satisfactorily be explained in terms of itself. Perhaps Franklin read Shaftesbury’s Characteristics of Men, Manners, Opinions, Times (1711) and Collins’s A Discourse of Free Thinking (1713).

but never proceeded far in that Science. And I read about this Time Locke on Human Understanding and the Art of Thinking by Messrs. du Port Royal.7

While I was intent on improving my Language, I met with an En glish Grammar (I think it was Greenwood’s8) at the End of which there were two little Sketches of the Arts of Rhe toric and Logic, the latter "nishing with a Specimen of a Dispute in the Socratic Method.9 And soon after I procur’d Xenophon’s Memorable Things of Socrates,1 wherein there are many Instances of the same Method. I was charm’d with it, adopted it, dropped my abrupt Contradiction and positive Argumentation, and put on the humble Enquirer and Doubter. And being then, from reading Shaftesbury and Col- lins, became a real Doubter in many Points of our Religious Doctrine,2 I found this Method safest for myself and very embarrassing to those against whom I used it, therefore I took a Delight in it, practic’d it continually and grew very artful and expert in drawing People even of superior Knowledge into Concessions the Consequences of which they did not foresee, entan- gling them in Dif"culties out of which they could not extricate themselves, and so obtaining Victories that neither myself nor my Cause always deserved. I continu’d this Method some few Years, but gradually left it, retaining only the Habit of expressing myself in Terms of modest Dif"dence, never using when I advance any thing that may possibly be disputed, the Words, Certainly, undoubtedly, or any others that give the Air of Positiveness to an Opinion; but rather say, I conceive, or I apprehend a Thing to be so or so, It appears to me, or I should think it so or so for such and such Reasons, or I imagine it to be so, or it is so if I am not mistaken. This Habit I believe has been of great Advan- tage to me, when I have had occasion to inculcate my Opinions and persuade Men into Mea sures that I have been from time to time engag’d in promoting. And as the chief Ends of Conversation are to inform, or to be informed, to please or to persuade, I wish well- meaning sensible Men would not lessen their Power of doing Good by a Positive assuming Manner that seldom fails to dis- gust, tends to create Opposition, and to defeat every one of those Purposes for which Speech was given us, to wit, giving or receiving Information, or Plea- sure: For If you would inform, a positive dogmatical Manner in advancing your Sentiments, may provoke Contradiction and prevent a candid Attention. If you wish Information and Improvement from the Knowledge of others and yet at the same time express yourself as "rmly "x’d in your pres ent Opinions, modest sensible Men, who do not love Disputation, will prob ably leave you undisturb’d in the Possession of your Error; and by such a Manner you can seldom hope to recommend yourself in pleasing your Hearers, or to persuade those whose Concurrence you desire. Pope says, judiciously.

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3. Franklin is quoting from memory lines 574– 75 and  567 of An Essay on Criticism, by the En glish poet Alexander Pope (1688–1744). The "rst line should read, “Men must be taught as if you taught them not,” and the third, “And speak, tho’ sure, with seeming Dif"dence.” 4. Franklin is mistaken here: the lines are from

Went worth Dillon, fourth Earl of Roscommon (1633?–1685), from his Essay on Translated Verse, lines 113–14. The second line should read, “For want of decency is want of sense.” “Want”: lack. 5. Actually, the "fth; James Franklin’s paper appeared on August 7, 1721.

Men should be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown propos’d as things forgot,

farther recommending it to us,

To speak tho’ sure, with seeming Dif#dence.3

And he might have coupled with this Line that which he has coupled with another, I think less properly,

For want of Modesty is want of Sense.

If you ask why less properly, I must repeat the Lines;

“Immodest Words admit of no Defence; For Want of Modesty is Want of Sense.”4

Now is not Want of Sense, (where a Man is so unfortunate as to want it) some Apology for his Want of Modesty? and would not the Lines stand more justly thus?

Immodest Words admit but this Defence, That Want of Modesty is Want of Sense.

This however I should submit to better Judgments. My Brother had in 1720 or 21, begun to print a Newspaper. It was the

second5 that appear’d in Amer i ca, and was called The New Eng land Cou- rant. The only one before it, was The Boston News Letter. I remember his being dissuaded by some of his Friends from the Undertaking, as not likely to succeed, one Newspaper being in their Judgment enough for Amer i ca. At this time 1771 there are not less than "ve and twenty. He went on however with the Undertaking, and after having work’d in composing the Types and printing off the Sheets I was employ’d to carry the Papers thro’ the Streets to the Customers. He had some ingenious Men among his Friends who amus’d themselves by writing little Pieces for this Paper, which gain’d it Credit, and made it more in Demand; and these Gentlemen often visited us. Hearing their Conversations, and their Accounts of the Approbation their Papers were receiv’d with, I was excited to try my Hand among them. But being still a Boy, and suspecting that my Brother would object to printing any Thing of mine in his Paper if he knew it to be mine, I contriv’d to dis- guise my Hand, and writing an anonymous Paper I put it in at Night under the Door of the Printing- House.

It was found in the Morning and communicated to his Writing Friends when they call’d in as Usual. They read it, commented on it in my Hearing, and I had the exquisite Plea sure, of "nding it met with their Approbation, and that in their dif fer ent Guesses at the Author none were named but Men of some Character among us for Learning and Ingenuity. I suppose now that I was rather lucky in my Judges: And that perhaps they were not really so

6. The Silence Dogood letters (April 12– October 8, 1722), the earliest essay series in Amer i ca.

7. Revealed.

very good ones as I then esteem’d them. Encourag’d however by this, I wrote and convey’d in the same Way to the Press several more Papers,6 which were equally approv’d, and I kept my Secret till my small Fund of Sense for such Per for mances was pretty well exhausted, and then I discovered7 it; when I began to be considered a little more by my Brother’s Acquaintance, and in a manner that did not quite please him, as he thought, prob ably with reason, that it tended to make me too vain. And perhaps this might be one Occa- sion of the Differences that we began to have about this Time. Tho’ a Brother, he considered himself as my Master, and me as his Apprentice; and accord- ingly expected the same Ser vices from me as he would from another; while I thought he demean’d me too much in some he requir’d of me, who from a Brother expected more Indulgence, Our Disputes were often brought before our Father, and I fancy I was either generally in the right, or else a better Pleader, because the Judgment was generally in my favor. But my Brother was passionate and had often beaten me, which I took extremely amiss; and thinking my Apprenticeship very tedious, I was continually wishing for

Early American print shop. “The Printer hath metal Letters in a great number put into Boxes (5). The Compositor (1) taketh them out one by one, and according to the Copy (which he hath fastened before him in a Visorum [2]) composeth words in a Composing- stick (3) till a Line be made; he putteth these in a Galley (4) till a Page (6) be made, and those again in a Form (7), and he locketh them up in Iron Chases (8) with Quoins (9) lest they should drop out, and putteth them under the Press (10). Then the Press- man beateth it over with Printer’s Ink, by means of Balls (11) spreadeth upon it the Papers put in the Frisket (12), which being put under the Spindle (14) on the Cof"n (13) and pressed down with a Bar (15) he maketh to take impression.” From Comensius’s Vis i ble World (1810), with thanks to James Green of the Library Com pany of Philadelphia.

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8. I fancy his harsh and tyrannical Treatment of me, might be a means of impressing me with that Aversion to arbitrary Power that has stuck to me thro’ my whole Life [Franklin’s note]. 9. On June  11, 1722, the Courant hinted that there was collusion between local authorities and pirates raiding off Boston Harbor. James Frank- lin was jailed from June 12 to July 7. “Assembly”:

Mas sa chu setts legislative body; the lower house, with representatives elected by towns of the Mas- sa chu setts General Court. 1. Insults, annoyances. 2. Satirizing. 3. The paper continued under Franklin’s name until 1726, three years after he left Boston.

some Opportunity of shortening it, which at length offered in a manner unexpected.8

One of the Pieces in our Newspaper, on some po liti cal Point which I have now forgotten, gave Offence to the Assembly. He was taken up, censur’d and imprison’d9 for a Month by the Speaker’s Warrant, I suppose because he would not discover his Author. I too was taken up and examin’d before the Council; but tho’ I did not give them any Satisfaction, they contented them- selves with admonishing me, and dismiss’d me; considering me perhaps as an Apprentice who was bound to keep his Master’s Secrets. During my Brother’s Con"nement, which I resented a good deal, notwithstanding our private Differences, I had the Management of the Paper, and I made bold to give our Rulers some Rubs1 in it, which my Brother took very kindly, while others began to consider me in an unfavorable Light, as a young Genius that had a Turn for Libeling and Satire.2 My Brother’s Discharge was accompa- nied with an Order of the House, (a very odd one) that James Franklin should no longer print the Paper called the New Eng land Courant. There was a Con- sultation held in our Printing- House among his Friends what he should do in this Case. Some propos’d to evade the Order by changing the Name of the Paper; but my Brother seeing Incon ve niences in that, it was " nally con- cluded on as a better Way, to let it be printed for the future under the Name of Benjamin Franklin. And to avoid the Censure of the Assembly that might fall on him, as still printing it by his Apprentice, the Contrivance was, that my old Indenture should be return’d to me with a full Discharge on the Back of it, to be shown on Occasion; but to secure to him the Bene"t of my Ser- vice I was to sign new Indentures for the Remainder of the Term, which were to be kept private. A very dimsy Scheme it was, but however it was immedi- ately executed, and the Paper went on accordingly under my Name for sev- eral Months.3 At length a fresh Difference arising between my Brother and me, I took upon me to assert my Freedom, presuming that he would not venture to produce the new Indentures. It was not fair in me to take this Advantage, and this I therefore reckon one of the "rst Errata of my Life: But the Unfairness of it weigh’d little with me, when under the Impressions of Resentment, for the Blows his Passion too often urg’d him to bestow upon me. Tho’ he was other wise not an ill- natur’d Man: Perhaps I was too saucy and provoking.

When he found I would leave him, he took care to prevent my getting Employment in any other Printing- House of the Town, by going round and speaking to every Master, who accordingly refus’d to give me Work. I then thought of going to New York as the nearest Place where there was a Printer: and I was the rather inclin’d to leave Boston, when I redected that I had already made myself a little obnoxious to the governing Party; and from the arbitrary Proceedings of the Assembly in my Brother’s Case it was likely I

4. One of the "rst American printers (1663–1752) and father of Andrew Bradford (1686–1742), Franklin’s future competitor in Philadelphia. 5. Perth Amboy, New Jersey. 6. In New York. “The Kill”: the Kill van Kull, a narrow channel that separates Staten Island, New York, from New Jersey. 7. Shaggy head of hair. 8. Engravings. See n. 4, p. 473.

9. Defoe (see n. 8, p. 474) published Robinson Crusoe in 1719, Moll Flanders in 1722, Religious Courtship in 1772, and The Family Instructor in 1715–18. 1. The En glish writer Samuel Richardson (1689–1761) published his novel Pamela: Or Virtue Rewarded in 1740. Franklin reprinted it in 1744 and in doing so published the "rst novel in Amer i ca.

might if I stay’d soon bring myself into Scrapes; and farther that my indis- creet Disputations about Religion began to make me pointed at with Horror by good People, as an In"del or Atheist; I determin’d on the Point: but my Father now siding with my Brother, I was sensible that if I attempted to go openly, Means would be used to prevent me. My Friend Collins therefore undertook to manage a little for me. He agreed with the Captain of a New York Sloop for my Passage, under the Notion of my being a young Acquain- tance of his that had got a naughty Girl with Child, whose Friends would compel me to marry her, and therefore I could not appear or come away pub- licly. So I sold some of my Books to raise a little Money, was taken on board privately, and as we had a fair Wind, in three Days I found myself in New York near 300 Miles from home, a Boy of but 17, without the least Recom- mendation to or Knowledge of any Person in the Place, and with very little Money in my Pocket.

My Inclinations for the Sea, were by this time worn out, or I might now have grati"ed them. But having a Trade, and supposing myself a pretty good Workman, I offer’d my Ser vice to the Printer of the Place, old Mr. William Bradford.4 He could give me no Employment, having little to do, and Help enough already: But, says he, my Son at Philadelphia has lately lost his prin- cipal Hand, Aquila Rose, by Death. If you go thither I believe he may employ you. Philadelphia was 100 Miles farther. I set out, however, in a Boat for Amboy;5 leaving my Chest and Things to follow me round by Sea. In crossing the Bay we met with a Squall that tore our rotten Sails to pieces, prevented our getting into the Kill, and drove us upon Long Island.6 In our Way a drunken Dutchman, who was a Passenger too, fell overboard; when he was sinking I reach’d thro’ the Water to his shock Pate7 and drew him up so that we got him in again. His Ducking sober’d him a little, and he went to sleep, taking "rst out of his Pocket a Book which he desir’d I would dry for him. It prov’d to be my old favorite Author Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Pro gress in Dutch, "nely printed on good Paper with copper Cuts,8 a Dress better than I had ever seen it wear in its own Language. I have since found that it has been translated into most of the Languages of Eu rope, and suppose it has been more generally read than any other Book except perhaps the Bible. Honest John was the "rst that I know of who mix’d Narration and Dialogue, a Method of Writing very engaging to the Reader, who in the most in ter est- ing Parts "nds himself as it were brought into the Com pany, and pres ent at the Discourse. Defoe in his Crusoe, his Moll Flanders, Religious Courtship, Family Instructor, and other Pieces, has imitated it with Success.9 And Rich- ardson has done the same in his Pamela,1 etc.

When we drew near the Island we found it was at a Place where there could be no Landing, there being a great Surf on the stony Beach. So we dropped Anchor and swung round towards the Shore. Some People came

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2. An opening in a ship’s deck, with a lid. 3. Then the capital of West Jersey, about eigh- teen miles north of Philadelphia. 4. Dr.  John Browne (c. 1667–1737), innkeeper in Bordentown, New Jersey, and a noted reli- gious skeptic as well as physician. 5. I.e., formal education.

6. In Scarronides, the En glish writer Charles Cotton (1630–1687) parodied the "rst and fourth books of the Aeneid, by the ancient Roman poet Virgil. Cotton’s opening lines are: “I sing the Man (read it who list), / A Trojan true as ever pissed.”

down to the Water Edge and hallow’d to us, as we did to them. But the Wind was so high and the Surf so loud, that we could not hear so as to under- stand each other. There were Canoes on the Shore, and we made Signs and hallow’d that they should fetch us, but they either did not understand us, or thought it impracticable. So they went away, and Night coming on, we had no Remedy but to wait till the Wind should abate, and in the mean time the Boatman and I concluded to sleep if we could, and so crowded into the Scuttle2 with the Dutchman who was still wet, and the Spray beating over the Head of our Boat, leak’d thro’ to us, so that we were soon almost as wet as he. In this Manner we lay all Night with very little Rest. But the Wind abating the next Day, we made a Shift to reach Amboy before Night, having been 30 hours on the Water without Victuals, or any Drink but a Bottle of "lthy Rum: The Water we sail’d on being salt.

In the Eve ning I found myself very feverish, and went ill to Bed. But hav- ing read somewhere that cold Water drank plentifully was good for a Fever, I follow’d the Prescription, sweat plentifully most of the Night, my Fever left me, and in the Morning crossing the Ferry, proceeded on my Journey, on foot, having 50 Miles to Burlington,3 where I was told I should "nd Boats that would carry me the rest of the Way to Philadelphia.

It rain’d very hard all the Day, I was thoroughly soak’d, and by Noon a good deal tir’d, so I stopped at a poor Inn, where I stayed all Night, beginning now to wish I had never left home. I cut so miserable a Figure too, that I found by the Questions ask’d me I was suspected to be some runaway Servant, and in danger of being taken up on that Suspicion. However I proceeded the next Day, and got in the Eve ning to an Inn within 8 or 10 Miles of Burlington, kept by one Dr. Browne.4

He entered into Conversation with me while I took some Refreshment, and "nding I had read a little, became very sociable and friendly. Our Acquaintance continu’d as long as he liv’d. He had been, I imagine, an itin- erant Doctor, for there was no Town in Eng land, or Country in Eu rope, of which he could not give a very par tic u lar Account. He had some Letters,5 and was ingenious, but much of an Unbeliever, and wickedly undertook some Years after to travesty the Bible in doggerel Verse as Cotton had done Vir- gil.6 By this means he set many of the Facts in a very ridicu lous Light, and might have hurt weak minds if his Work had been publish’d: but it never was. At his House I lay that Night, and the next Morning reach’d Burling- ton. But had the Morti"cation to "nd that the regular Boats were gone a little before my coming, and no other expected to go till Tuesday, this being Saturday. Wherefore I return’d to an old Woman in the Town of whom I had bought Gingerbread to eat on the Water, and ask’d her Advice; she invited me to lodge at her House till a Passage by Water should offer; and being tired with my foot Traveling, I accepted the Invitation. She understand- ing I was a Printer, would have had me stay at that Town and follow my

7. October 6, 1723. 8. Colonial money was extraordinarily heterogeneous, as Franklin’s “stock” here begins to indicate.

Business, being ignorant of the Stock necessary to begin with. She was very hospitable, gave me a Dinner of Ox Cheek with great Goodwill, accepting only of a Pot of Ale in return. And I thought myself "x’d till Tuesday should come. However walking in the Eve ning by the Side of the River a Boat came by, which I found was going towards Philadelphia with several People in her. They took me in, and as there was no Wind, we row’d all the Way; and about Midnight not having yet seen the City, some of the Com pany were con"- dent we must have pass’d it, and would row no farther, the others knew not where we were, so we put towards the Shore, got into a Creek, landed near an old Fence with the Rails of which we made a Fire, the Night being cold, in October, and there we remain’d till Daylight. Then one of the Com pany knew the Place to be Cooper’s Creek a little above Philadelphia, which we saw as soon as we got out of the Creek, and arriv’d there about 8 or 9 aClock, on the Sunday morning,7 and landed at the Market Street Wharf.

I have been the more par tic u lar in this Description of my Journey, and shall be so of my "rst Entry into that City, that you may in your Mind com- pare such unlikely Beginning with the Figure I have since made there. I was in my working Dress, my best Clothes being to come round by Sea. I was dirty from my Journey; my Pockets were stuff’d out with Shirts and Stock- ings; I knew no Soul, nor where to look for Lodging. I was fatigu’d with Trav- eling, Rowing and Want of Rest. I was very hungry, and my whole Stock of Cash consisted of a Dutch Dollar and about a Shilling in Copper.8 The lat- ter I gave the People of the Boat for my Passage, who at "rst refus’d it on Account of my Rowing; but I insisted on their taking it, a Man being some- times more generous when he has but a little Money than when he has plenty, perhaps thro’ Fear of being thought to have but little. Then I walk’d up the Street, gazing about, till near the Market House I met a Boy with Bread. I had made many a Meal on Bread, and inquiring where he got it, I went immediately to the Baker’s he directed me to in Second Street; and ask’d for Biscuit, intending such as we had in Boston, but they it seems were not made in Philadelphia, then I ask’d for a three- penny Loaf, and was told they had none such: so not considering or knowing the Difference of Money and the greater Cheapness nor the Names of his Bread, I bad him give me three pennyworth of any sort. He gave me accordingly three great Puffy Rolls. I was surpris’d at the Quantity, but took it, and having no Room in my Pock- ets, walk’d off, with a Roll under each Arm, and eating the other. Thus I went up Market Street as far as Fourth Street, passing by the Door of Mr. Read, my future Wife’s Father, when she standing at the Door saw me, and thought I made as I certainly did a most awkward ridicu lous Appear- ance. Then I turn’d and went down Chestnut Street and part of Walnut Street, eating my Roll all the Way, and coming round found myself again at Market Street Wharf, near the Boat I came in, to which I went for a Drought of the River Water, and being "ll’d with one of my Rolls, gave the other two to a Woman and her Child that came down the River in the Boat with us and were waiting to go farther. Thus refresh’d I walk’d again up the Street, which by this time had many clean dress’d People in it who were all walking

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9. Samuel Keimer (c. 1688–1742), a printer in London before moving to Philadelphia. 1. An instrument of adjustable width in which type is set before being put on a galley (an oblong, single- column tray). 2. Revealing.

3. Trickster, rationalizer. 4. An oversized type, not usable for books and newspapers. 5. Journeyman printer (c. 1695–1723) for Andrew Bradford; his son Joseph apprenticed with Franklin.

the same Way; I join’d them, and thereby was led into the great Meeting House of the Quakers near the Market. I sat down among them, and after looking round a while and hearing nothing said, being very drowsy thro’ Labor and want of Rest the preceding Night, I fell fast asleep, and continu’d so till the Meeting broke up, when one was kind enough to rouse me. This was therefore the "rst House I was in or slept in, in Philadelphia.

Walking again down towards the River, and looking in the Faces of People, I met a young Quaker Man whose Countenance I lik’d, and accosting him requested he would tell me where a Stranger could get Lodging. We were then near the Sign of the Three Mari ners. Here, says he, is one Place that entertains Strangers, but it is not a reputable House; if thee wilt walk with me, I’ll show thee a better. He brought me to the Crooked Billet in Water Street. Here I got a Dinner. And while I was eating it, several sly Questions were ask’d me, as it seem’d to be suspected from my youth and Appearance, that I might be some Runaway. After Dinner my Sleepiness return’d: and being shown to a Bed, I lay down without undressing, and slept till Six in the Eve ning; was call’d to Supper; went to Bed again very early and slept soundly till the next Morning. Then I made myself as tidy as I could, and went to Andrew Bradford the Printer’s. I found in the Shop the old Man his Father, whom I had seen at New York, and who traveling on horse back had got to Philadelphia before me. He introduc’d me to his Son, who receiv’d me civilly, gave me a Breakfast, but told me he did not at pres ent want a Hand, being lately supplied with one. But there was another Printer in town lately set up, one Keimer,9 who perhaps might employ me; if not, I should be welcome to lodge at his House, and he would give me a little Work to do now and then till fuller Business should offer.

The old Gentleman said, he would go with me to the new Printer: And when we found him, Neighbor, says Bradford, I have brought to see you a young Man of your Business, perhaps you may want such a One. He ask’d me a few Questions, put a Composing Stick1 in my Hand to see how I work’d, and then said he would employ me soon, tho’ he had just then nothing for me to do. And taking old Bradford whom he had never seen before, to be one of the Townspeople that had a Goodwill for him, enter’d into a Conver- sation on his pres ent Undertaking and Prospects; while Bradford not discov- ering2 that he was the other Printer’s Father; on Keimer’s Saying he expected soon to get the greatest Part of the Business into his own Hands, drew him on by artful Questions and starting little Doubts, to explain all his Views, what Interest he relied on, and in what manner he intended to pro- ceed. I who stood by and heard all, saw immediately that one of them was a crafty old Sophister,3 and the other a mere Novice. Bradford left me with Keimer, who was greatly surpris’d when I told him who the old Man was.

Keimer’s Printing- House I found, consisted of an old shatter’d Press and one small worn- out Font of En glish,4 which he was then using himself, com- posing in it an Elegy on Aquila Rose5 before- mentioned, an ingenious young

6. One who has charge of the rec ords, docu- ments, and correspondence of any or ga nized body ( here, the Pennsylvania legislative council). 7. Two shallow trays that contain uppercase and lowercase type. 8. Boarded. 9. An En glish sect that preached doomsday and

cultivated emotional "ts. 1. Ship’s captain (d. before 1743), husband of Franklin’s sister Mary. 2. City in Delaware. 3. Keith (1680–1749), lieutenant- governor of Pennsylvania and Delaware from 1717 to 1726, ded to Eng land in 1728 to escape creditors.

Man of excellent Character much respected in the Town, Clerk of the Assem- bly,6 and a pretty Poet. Keimer made Verses, too, but very indifferently. He could not be said to write them, for his Manner was to compose them in the Types directly out of his Head; so there being no Copy, but one Pair of Cases,7 and the Elegy likely to require all the Letter, no one could help him. I endeavor’d to put his Press (which he had not yet us’d, and of which he understood nothing) into Order "t to be work’d with; and promising to come and print off his Elegy as soon as he should have got it ready, I return’d to Bradford’s who gave me a little Job to do for the pres ent, and there I lodged and dieted.8 A few Days after Keimer sent for me to print off the Elegy. And now he had got another Pair of Cases, and a Pamphlet to reprint, on which he set me to work.

These two Printers I found poorly quali"ed for their Business. Bradford had not been bred to it, and was very illiterate; and Keimer tho’ something of a Scholar, was a mere Compositor, knowing nothing of Presswork. He had been one of the French Prophets9 and could act their enthusiastic Agitations. At this time he did not profess any par tic u lar Religion, but something of all on occasion; was very ignorant of the World, and had, as I afterwards found, a good deal of the Knave in his Composition. He did not like my Lodging at Bradford’s while I work’d with him. He had a House indeed, but without Furniture, so he could not lodge me: But he got me a Lodging at Mr. Read’s before- mentioned, who was the Owner of his House. And my Chest and Clothes being come by this time, I made rather a more respectable Appear- ance in the Eyes of Miss Read, than I had done when she "rst happen’d to see me eating my Roll in the Street.

I began now to have some Acquaintance among the young People of the Town, that were Lovers of Reading with whom I spent my Eve nings very pleasantly and gaining Money by my Industry and Frugality, I lived very agree- ably, forgetting Boston as much as I could, and not desiring that any there should know where I resided except my Friend Collins who was in my Secret, and kept it when I wrote to him. At length an Incident happened that sent me back again much sooner than I had intended.

I had a Brother- in- law, Robert Homes,1 Master of a Sloop that traded between Boston and Delaware. He being at New Castle2 40 Miles below Philadelphia, heard there of me, and wrote me a Letter, mentioning the Con- cern of my Friends in Boston at my abrupt Departure, assuring me of their Goodwill to me, and that every thing would be accommodated to my Mind if I would return, to which he exhorted me very earnestly. I wrote an Answer to his Letter, thank’d him for his Advice, but stated my Reasons for quitting Boston fully, and in such a Light as to convince him I was not so wrong as he had apprehended. Sir William Keith Governor of the Province,3 was then at New Castle, and Captain Homes happening to be in Com pany with him when my Letter came to hand, spoke to him of me, and show’d him the Letter.

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4. Disregard for difference in rank or station.

The Governor read it, and seem’d surpris’d when he was told my Age. He said I appear’d a young Man of promising Parts, and therefore should be encouraged: The Printers at Philadelphia were wretched ones, and if I would set up there, he made no doubt I should succeed; for his Part, he would pro- cure me the public Business, and do me every other Ser vice in his Power. This my Brother- in- Law afterwards told me in Boston. But I knew as yet nothing of it; when one Day Keimer and I being at Work together near the Win dow, we saw the Governor and another Gentleman (which prov’d to be Col o nel French, of New Castle) "nely dress’d, come directly across the Street to our House, and heard them at the Door.

Keimer ran down immediately, thinking it a Visit to him. But the Gover- nor enquir’d for me, came up, and with a Condescension4 and Politeness I had been quite unus’d to, made me many Compliments, desired to be acquainted with me, blam’d me kindly for not having made myself known to him when I "rst came to the Place, and would have me away with him to the Tavern where he was going with Col o nel French to taste as he said some excellent Madeira. I was not a little surpris’d, and Keimer star’d like a Pig poison’d. I went however with the Governor and Col o nel French, to a Tav- ern the Corner of Third Street, and over the Madeira he propos’d my Set- ting up my Business, laid before me the Probabilities of Success, and both he and Col o nel French assur’d me I should have their Interest and Indu- ence in procuring the Public- Business of both Governments. On my doubt- ing whether my Father would assist me in it, Sir William said he would give me a Letter to him, in which he would state the Advantages, and he did not doubt of prevailing with him. So it was concluded I should return to Boston in the "rst Vessel with the Governor’s Letter recommending me to my Father.

In the meantime the Intention was to be kept secret, and I went on work- ing with Keimer as usual, the Governor sending for me now and then to dine with him, a very great Honor I thought it, and conversing with me in the most affable, familiar, and friendly manner imaginable. About the End of April 1724, a little Vessel offer’d for Boston. I took Leave of Keimer as going to see my Friends. The Governor gave me an ample Letter, saying many dat- tering things of me to my Father, and strongly recommending the Proj ect of my setting up at Philadelphia, as a Thing that must make my Fortune. We struck on a Shoal in going down the Bay and sprung a Leak, we had a blus- tring time at Sea, and were oblig’d to pump almost continually, at which I took my Turn. We arriv’d safe however at Boston in about a Fortnight. I had been absent Seven Months and my Friends had heard nothing of me, for my Brother Homes was not yet return’d; and had not written about me. My unexpected Appearance surpris’d the Family; all were however very glad to see me and made me Welcome, except my Brother.

I went to see him at his Printing- House: I was better dress’d than ever while in his Ser vice, having a genteel new Suit from Head to foot, a Watch, and my Pockets lin’d with near Five Pounds Sterling in Silver. He receiv’d me not very frankly, look’d me all over, and turn’d to his Work again. The Journeymen were inquisitive where I had been, what sort of a Country it was, and how I lik’d it? I prais’d it much, and the happy Life I led in it;

5. A sidewalk peep show. Silver coins were rare in the colonies. 6. A Spanish dollar with which they could buy

drinks. “Grum”: glum, morose. 7. I.e., natu ral science. “Determination”: deci- sion.

expressing strongly my Intention of returning to it; and one of them asking what kind of Money we had there, I produc’d a handful of Silver and spread it before them, which was a kind of Raree- Show5 they had not been us’d to, Paper being the Money of Boston. Then I took an Opportunity of letting them see my Watch: and lastly, (my Brother still grum and sullen) I gave them a Piece of Eight to drink6 and took my Leave. This Visit of mine offended him extremely. For when my Mother some time after spoke to him of a Reconciliation, and of her Wishes to see us on good Terms together, and that we might live for the future as Brothers, he said, I had insulted him in such a Manner before his People that he could never forget or for- give it. In this however he was mistaken.

My Father receiv’d the Governor’s Letter with some apparent Surprise; but said little of it to me for some Days; when Captain Homes returning, he show’d it to him, ask’d if he knew Keith, and what kind of a Man he was: Adding his Opinion that he must be of small Discretion, to think of setting a Boy up in Business who wanted yet 3 Years of being at Man’s Estate. Homes said what he could in favor of the Proj ect; but my Father was clear in the Impropriety of it; and at last gave a dat Denial to it. Then he wrote a civil Letter to Sir William thanking him for the Patronage he had so kindly offered me, but declining to assist me as yet in Setting up, I being in his Opinion too young to be trusted with the Management of a Business so impor tant; and for which the Preparation must be so expensive.

My Friend and Companion Collins, who was a Clerk at the Post- Of"ce, pleas’d with the Account I gave him of my new Country, determin’d to go thither also: And while I waited for my Father’s Determination, he set out before me by Land to Rhode Island, leaving his Books which were a pretty Collection of Mathe matics and Natu ral Philosophy,7 to come with mine and me to New York where he propos’d to wait for me. My Father, tho’ he did not approve Sir William’s Proposition, was yet pleas’d that I had been able to obtain so advantageous a Character from a Person of such Note where I had resided, and that I had been so industrious and careful as to equip myself so handsomely in so short a time: therefore seeing no Prospect of an Accom- modation between my Brother and me, he gave his Consent to my Return- ing again to Philadelphia, advis’d me to behave respectfully to the People there, endeavor to obtain the general Esteem, and avoid lampooning and libeling to which he thought I had too much Inclination; telling me, that by steady Industry and a prudent Parsimony, I might save enough by the time I was One and Twenty to set me up, and that if I came near the Matter he would help me out with the Rest. This was all I could obtain, except some small Gifts as Tokens of his and my Mother’s Love, when I embark’d again for New York, now with their Approbation and their Blessing.

The Sloop putting in at Newport, Rhode Island, I visited my Brother John, who had been married and settled there some Years. He received me very affectionately, for he always lov’d me. A Friend of his, one Vernon, having some Money due to him in Pennsylvania, about 35 Pounds Currency, desired

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8. I.e., since we were. 9. Getting stupe"ed on. 1. To pay the rent he owed.

2. William Burnet (1688–1729), governor of New York and New Jersey from 1720 to 1728 and governor of Mas sa chu setts from 1728 to 1729.

I would receive it for him, and keep it till I had his Directions what to remit it in. Accordingly he gave me an Order. This afterwards occasion’d me a good deal of Uneasiness. At Newport we took in a Number of Passengers for New York: Among which were two young Women, Companions, and a grave, sen- sible Matron- like Quaker- Woman with her Attendants. I had shown an obliging Readiness to do her some little Ser vices which impress’d her I suppose with a degree of Goodwill towards me. Therefore when she saw a daily growing Familiarity between me and the two Young Women, which they appear’d to encourage, she took me aside and said, Young Man, I am concern’d for thee, as thou has no Friend with thee, and seems not to know much of the World, or of the Snares Youth is expos’d to; depend upon it those are very bad Women, I can see it in all their Actions, and if thee art not upon thy Guard, they will draw thee into some Danger: they are Strangers to thee, and I advise thee in a friendly Concern for thy Welfare, to have no Acquaintance with them. As I seem’d at "rst not to think so ill of them as she did, she mention’d some Things she had observ’d and heard that had escap’d my Notice; but now convinc’d me she was right. I thank’d her for her kind Advice, and promis’d to follow it. When we arriv’d at New York, they told me where they liv’d, and invited me to come and see them: but I avoided it. And it was well I did: For the next Day, the Captain miss’d a Sil- ver Spoon and some other Things that had been taken out of his Cabin, and knowing that these were a Couple of Strumpets, he got a Warrant to search their Lodgings, found the stolen Goods, and had the Thieves punish’d. So tho’ we had escap’d a sunken Rock which we scrap’d upon in the Passage, I thought this Escape of rather more Importance to me.

At New York I found my Friend Collins, who had arriv’d there some Time before me. We had been intimate from8 Children, and had read the same Books together. But he had the Advantage of more time for Reading, and Studying and a wonderful Genius for Mathematical Learning in which he far outstripped me. While I liv’d in Boston most of my Hours of Leisure for Conversation were spent with him, and he continu’d a sober as well as an industrious Lad; was much respected for his Learning by several of the Clergy and other Gentlemen, and seem’d to promise making a good Figure in Life: but during my Absence he had acquir’d a Habit of Sotting with9 Brandy; and I found by his own Account and what I heard from others, that he had been drunk every day since his Arrival at New York, and behav’d very oddly. He had gam’d too and lost his Money, so that I was oblig’d to dis- charge his Lodgings,1 and defray his Expences to and at Philadelphia: Which prov’d extremely incon ve nient to me. The then Governor of New York, Bur- net,2 Son of Bishop Burnet, hearing from the Captain that a young Man, one of his Passengers, had a great many Books, desired he would bring me to see him. I waited upon him accordingly, and should have taken Collins with me but that he was not sober. The Governor treated me with great Civil- ity, show’d me his Library, which was a very large one, and we had a good deal of Conversation about Books and Authors. This was the second Gover-

3. Drinking liquor. 4. The seat on which an oarsman sits. 5. Island in the British West Indies.

nor who had done me the Honor to take Notice of me, which to a poor Boy like me was very pleasing.

We proceeded to Philadelphia. I received on the Way Vernon’s Money, without which we could hardly have "nish’d our Journey. Collins wish’d to be employ’d in some Counting House; but whether they discover’d his Dram- ming3 by his Breath, or by his Be hav ior, tho’ he had some Recommendations, he met with no Success in any Application, and continu’d Lodging and Boarding at the same House with me and at my Expense. Knowing I had that Money of Vernon’s he was continually borrowing of me, still promising Repayment as soon as he should be in Business. At length he had got so much of it, that I was distress’d to think what I should do, in case of being call’d on to remit it. His Drinking continu’d, about which we sometimes quarrel’d, for when a little intoxicated he was very fractious. Once in a Boat on the Delaware with some other young Men, he refused to row in his Turn: I will be row’d home, says he. We will not row you, says I. You must, says he, or stay all Night on the Water, just as you please. The others said, Let us row; What signi"es it? But my Mind being soured with his other Conduct, I continu’d to refuse. So he swore he would make me row, or throw me over- board; and coming along stepping on the Thwarts4 towards me, when he came up and struck at me, I clapped my Hand under his Crotch, and rising, pitch’d him headforemost into the River. I knew he was a good Swimmer, and so was under little Concern about him; but before he could get round to lay hold of the Boat, we had with a few Strokes pull’d her out of his Reach. And ever when he drew near the Boat, we ask’d if he would row, striking a few Strokes to slide her away from him. He was ready to die with Vexation, and obstinately would not promise to row; however seeing him at last begin- ning to tire, we lifted him in; and brought him home dripping wet in the Eve ning. We hardly exchang’d a civil Word afterwards; and a West India Captain who had a Commission to procure a Tutor for the Sons of a Gentle- man at Barbados,5 happening to meet with him, agreed to carry him thither. He left me then, promising to remit me the "rst Money he should receive in order to discharge the Debt. But I never heard of him after.

The Breaking into this Money of Vernon’s was one of the "rst great Errata of my Life. And this Affair show’d that my Father was not much out in his Judgment when he suppos’d me too Young to manage Business of Impor- tance. But Sir William, on reading his Letter, said he was too prudent. There was great Difference in Persons, and Discretion did not always accompany Years, nor was Youth always without it. And since he will not set you up, says he, I will do it myself. Give me an Inventory of the Things necessary to be had from Eng land, and I will send for them. You shall repay me when you are able; I am resolv’d to have a good Printer here, and I am sure you must succeed. This was spoken with such an Appearance of Cordiality, that I had not the least doubt of his meaning what he said. I had hitherto kept the Proposition of my Setting up a Secret in Philadelphia, and I still kept it. Had it been known that I depended on the Governor, prob ably some Friend

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6. Thomas Annis, captain of the London Hope, the boat on which Franklin sailed to London in 1724.

7. Off the coast of Rhode Island. 8. Trapped. 9. Puzzles, dif"cult questions.

that knew him better would have advis’d me not to rely on him, as I after- wards heard it as his known Character to be liberal of Promises which he never meant to keep. Yet unsolicited as he was by me, how could I think his generous Offers insincere? I believ’d him one of the best Men in the World.

I presented him an Inventory of a little Printing- House, amounting by my Computation to about 100 Pounds Sterling. He lik’d it, but ask’d me if my being on the Spot in Eng land to choose the Types and see that every thing was good of the kind, might not be of some Advantage. Then, says he, when there, you may make Acquaintances and establish Correspondences in the Bookselling, and Stationery Way. I agreed that this might be advantageous. Then says he, get yourself ready to go with Annis;6 which was the annual Ship, and the only one at that Time usually passing between London and Philadelphia. But it would be some Months before Annis sail’d, so I continu’d working with Keimer, fretting about the Money Collins had got from me, and in daily Apprehensions of being call’d upon by Vernon, which however did not happen for some Years after.

I believe I have omitted mentioning that in my "rst Voyage from Boston, being becalm’d off Block Island,7 our People set about catching Cod and haul’d up a great many. Hitherto I had stuck to my Resolution of not eating animal Food; and on this Occasion, I consider’d with my Master Tryon, the taking every Fish as a kind of unprovok’d Murder, since none of them had or ever could do us any Injury that might justify the Slaughter. All this seem’d very reasonable. But I had formerly been a great Lover of Fish, and when this came hot out of the Frying Pan, it smelt admirably well. I balanc’d some time between Princi ple and Inclination: till I recollected, that when the Fish were opened, I saw smaller Fish taken out of their Stomachs: Then, thought I, if you eat one another, I don’t see why we mayn’t eat you. So I din’d upon Cod very heartily and continu’d to eat with other People, returning only now and then occasionally to a vegetable Diet. So con ve nient a thing it is to be a reasonable Creature, since it enables one to "nd or make a Reason for every- thing one has a mind to do.

Keimer and I liv’d on a pretty good familiar Footing and agreed tolerably well: for he suspected nothing of my Setting up. He retain’d a great deal of his old Enthusiasms, and lov’d an Argumentation. We therefore had many Disputations. I us’d to work him so with my Socratic Method, and had trapann’d8 him so often by Questions apparently so distant from any Point we had in hand, and yet by degrees led to the Point, and brought him into Dif"culties and Contradictions, that at last he grew ridiculously cautious, and would hardly answer me the most common Question, without asking "rst, What do you intend to infer from that? However it gave him so high an Opinion of my Abilities in the Confuting Way, that he seriously propos’d my being his Colleague in a Proj ect he had of setting up a new Sect. He was to preach the Doctrines, and I was to confound all Opponents. When he came to explain with me upon the Doctrines, I found several Conundrums9 which I objected to, unless I might have my Way a little too, and introduce some

1. “Ye shall not round the corners of your heads, neither shalt thou mar the corners of thy beard” (Leviticus 19.27). Keimer prob ably also wore his hair long. “Mosaic Law”: ancient law as revealed to the prophet Moses and set out in the "rst "ve books of the Old Testament. 2. “And the whole congregation of the children of Israel murmured against Moses and [the prophet] Aaron in the wilderness: And the children of

Israel said unto them, Would to God we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the desh pots, and when we did eat bread to the full” (Exodus 16.2–3). 3. Brockden (1683–1769) arrived in Philadel- phia in 1706. “Conveyancer”: one who draws up leases and deeds. 4. A river at Philadelphia.

of mine. Keimer wore his Beard at full Length, because somewhere in the Mosaic Law it is said, thou shalt not mar the Corners of thy Beard.1 He like- wise kept the seventh- day Sabbath; and these two Points were Essentials with him. I dislik’d both, but agreed to admit them upon Condition of his adopting the Doctrine of using no animal Food. I doubt, says he, my Con- stitution will not bear that. I assur’d him it would, and that he would be the better for it. He was usually a great Glutton, and I promis’d myself some Diversion in half- starving him. He agreed to try the Practice if I would keep him Com pany. I did so and we held it for three Months. We had our Vict- uals dress’d and brought to us regularly by a Woman in the Neighborhood, who had from me a List of 40 Dishes to be prepar’d for us at dif fer ent times, in all which there was neither Fish Flesh nor Fowl, and the Whim suited me the better at this time from the Cheapness of it, not costing us about 18 Pence Sterling each, per Week. I have since kept several Lents most strictly, leaving the common Diet for that, and that for the common, abruptly, with- out the least Incon ve nience: So that I think there is little in the Advice of making those Changes by easy Gradations. I went on pleasantly, but Poor Keimer suffer’d grievously, tir’d of the Proj ect, long’d for the Flesh Pots of Egypt, and order’d a roast Pig.2 He invited me and two Women Friends to dine with him, but it being brought too soon upon table, he could not resist the Temptation, and ate it all up before we came.

I had made some Courtship during this time to Miss Read. I had a great Res pect and Affection for her, and had some Reason to believe she had the same for me: but as I was about to take a long Voyage, and we were both very young, only a little above 18, it was thought most prudent by her Mother to prevent our going too far at pres ent, as a Marriage if it was to take place would be more con ve nient after my Return, when I should be as I expected set up in my Business. Perhaps too she thought my Expectations not so well founded as I imagined them to be.

My chief Acquaintances at this time were, Charles Osborne, Joseph Wat- son, and James Ralph;3 All Lovers of Reading. The two "rst were Clerks to an eminent Scrivener or Conveyancer in the Town, Charles Brockden; the other was Clerk to a Merchant. Watson was a pious sensible young Man, of great integrity. The others rather more lax in their Princi ples of Religion, particularly Ralph, who as well as Collins had been unsettled by me, for which they both made me suffer. Osborne was sensible, candid, frank, sin- cere, and affectionate to his Friends; but in literary Matters too fond of Crit- icizing. Ralph, was ingenious, genteel in his Manners, and extremely eloquent; I think I never knew a prettier Talker. Both of them great Admir- ers of Poetry, and began to try their Hands in little Pieces. Many pleasant Walks we four had together, on Sundays into the Woods near Skuylkill,4 where we read to one another and conferr’d on what we read. Ralph was

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5. Business agent. 6. I.e., of originality.

7. “He bowed the heavens also, and came down: and darkness was under his feet” (Psalm 18.9).

inclin’d to pursue the Study of Poetry, not doubting but he might become eminent in it and make his Fortune by it, alledging that the best Poets must when they "rst began to write, make as many Faults as he did. Osborne dis- suaded him, assur’d him he had no Genius for Poetry, and advis’d him to think of nothing beyond the Business he was bred to; that in the mercantile way tho’ he had no Stock, he might by his Diligence and Punctuality rec- ommend himself to Employment as a Factor,5 and in time acquire where- with to trade on his own Account. I approv’d the amusing oneself with Poetry now and then, so far as to improve one’s Language, but no farther. On this it was propos’d that we should each of us at our next Meeting produce a Piece of our own Composing, in order to improve by our mutual Observa- tions, Criticisms and Corrections. As Language and Expression was what we had in View, we excluded all Considerations of Invention,6 by agreeing that the Task should be a Version of the 18th Psalm, which describes the Descent of a Deity.7 When the Time of our Meeting drew nigh, Ralph call’d on me "rst, and let me know his Piece was ready. I told him I had been busy, and having little Inclination had done nothing. He then show’d me his Piece for my Opinion; and I much approv’d it, as it appear’d to me to have great Merit. Now, says he, Osborne never will allow the least Merit in any thing of mine, but makes 1000 Criticisms out of mere Envy. He is not so jealous of you. I wish therefore you would take this Piece, and produce it as yours. I will pretend not to have had time, and so produce nothing. We shall then see what he will say to it. It was agreed, and I immediately transcrib’d it that it might appear in my own hand. We met.

Watson’s Per for mance was read: there were some Beauties in it: but many Defects. Osborne’s was read: It was much better. Ralph did it Jus- tice, remark’d some Faults, but applauded the Beauties. He himself had nothing to produce. I was backward, seem’d desirous of being excus’d, had not had suf"cient Time to correct; etc., but no Excuse could be admitted, produce I must. It was read and repeated; Watson and Osborne gave up the Contest; and join’d in applauding it immoderately. Ralph only made some Criticisms and propos’d some Amendments, but I defended my Text. Osborne was against Ralph, and told him he was no better a Critic than Poet; so he dropped the Argument. As they two went home together, Osborne express’d himself still more strongly in favor of what he thought my Pro- duction, having restrain’d himself before as he said, lest I should think it Flattery. But who would have imagin’d, says he, that Franklin had been capable of such a Per for mance; such Painting, such Force! such Fire! He has even improv’d the Original! In his common Conversation, he seems to have no Choice of Words; he hesitates and blunders; and yet, good God, how he writes!

When we next met, Ralph discover’d the Trick we had played him, and Osborne was a little laughed at. This Transaction "x’d Ralph in his Resolu- tion of becoming a Poet. I did all I could to dissuade him from it, but he continu’d scribbling Verses, till Pope cur’d him. He became however a pretty

8. Ralph (c. 1705–1762) became a well- known po liti cal journalist after trying his hand at poetry. In the second edition of the Dunciad (1728), a poem that attacks ignorance of all kinds, Alexander Pope (see n. 3, p. 478) responded to the slur against him in Ralph’s poem Sawney. Pope wrote: “Silence, ye Wolves: while Ralph to Cynthia howls. / And makes Night hideous— Answer him ye Owls” (book 3, lines 159–60). In the 1742 edition, Pope included another dig at Ralph: “And see: The very Gazeteers give o’er, / Ev’n Ralph repents” (book 1, lines 215–16). 9. About 1728. 1. Osborne’s dates are unknown. 2. Always.

3. Patrick Bard, or Baird, resided in Philadel- phia as port physician after 1720. 4. Thomas Denham (d. 1728), merchant and benefactor, left Bristol, Eng land, in 1715. In 1735, Andrew Hamilton (c. 1676–1741), a Scottish- born lawyer who lived in Philadelphia, successfully defended a newspaper publisher against a libel charge, establishing a pre ce dent for freedom of the press in the colonies and earning the nickname “the Philadelphia lawyer” (now a catchphrase meaning an extremely competent lawyer). Hamil- ton’s son James (c. 1710–1783) served as gover- nor of Pennsylvania four times between 1748 and 1773.

good Prose Writer.8 More of him hereafter. But as I may not have occasion again to mention the other two, I shall just remark here, that Watson died in my Arms a few Years after,9 much lamented, being the best of our Set. Osborne went to the West Indies, where he became an eminent Lawyer and made Money, but died young.1 He and I had made a serious Agreement, that the one who happen’d "rst to die, should if pos si ble make a friendly Visit to the other, and acquaint him how he found things in that separate State. But he never ful"ll’d his Promise.

The Governor, seeming to like my Com pany, had me frequently to his House; and his Setting me up was always mention’d as a "x’d thing. I was to take with me Letters recommendatory to a Number of his Friends, besides the Letter of Credit to furnish me with the necessary Money for purchasing the Press and Types, Paper, etc. For these Letters I was appointed to call at dif fer ent times, when they were to be ready, but a future time was still2 named. Thus we went on till the ship whose Departure too had been sev- eral times postponed was on the Point of sailing. Then when I call’d to take my Leave and receive the Letters, his Secretary, Dr. Bard,3 came out to me and said the Governor was extremely busy, in writing, but would be down at New Castle before the Ship, and there the Letters would be delivered to me.

Ralph, tho’ married and having one Child, had determined to accompany me in this Voyage. It was thought he intended to establish a Correspondence, and obtain Goods to sell on Commission. But I found afterwards, that thro’ some Discontent with his Wife’s Relations, he purposed to leave her on their Hands, and never return again. Having taken leave of my Friends, and interchang’d some Promises with Miss Read, I left Philadelphia in the Ship, which anchor’d at New Castle. The Governor was there. But when I went to his Lodging, the Secretary came to me from him with the civilest Message in the World, that he could not then see me being engag’d in Business of the utmost Importance, but should send the Letters to me on board, wish’d me heartily a good Voyage and a speedy Return, etc. I return’d on board, a little puzzled, but still not doubting.

Mr. Andrew Hamilton, a famous Lawyer of Philadelphia, had taken Pas- sage in the same Ship for himself and Son: and with Mr. Denham a Quaker Merchant,4 and Messrs. Onion and Russel Masters of an Iron Work in Mary- land, had engag’d the Great Cabin; so that Ralph and I were forc’d to take up with a Berth in the Steerage: And none on board knowing us, were consid- ered as ordinary Persons. But Mr. Hamilton and his Son (it was James, since

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5. John Baskett (d. 1742). 6. William Riddlesden (d. before 1733), well known in Mary land as a man of “infamy.”

7. I.e., as a cosigner of a document and legally bound to be responsible for his debts.

Governor) return’d from New Castle to Philadelphia the Father being recall’d by a great Fee to plead for a seized Ship. And just before we sail’d Col o nel French coming on board, and showing me great Res pect, I was more taken Notice of, and with my Friend Ralph invited by the other Gentlemen to come into the Cabin, there being now Room. Accordingly we remov’d thither.

Understanding that Col o nel French had brought on board the Governor’s Dispatches, I ask’d the Captain for those Letters that were to be under my Care. He said all were put into the Bag together; and he could not then come at them; but before we landed in Eng land, I should have an Opportunity of picking them out. So I was satis"ed for the pres ent, and we proceeded on our Voyage. We had a sociable Com pany in the Cabin, and lived uncommonly well, having the Addition of all Mr. Hamilton’s Stores, who had laid in plen- tifully. In this Passage Mr. Denham contracted a Friendship for me that continued during his Life. The Voyage was other wise not a pleasant one, as we had a great deal of bad Weather.

When we came into the Channel, the Captain kept his Word with me, and gave me an Opportunity of examining the Bag for the Governor’s Let- ters. I found none upon which my Name was put, as under my Care; I pick’d out 6 or 7 that by the Handwriting I thought might be the promis’d Letters, especially as one of them was directed to Basket5 the King’s Printer, and another to some Stationer. We arriv’d in London the 24th of December, 1724. I waited upon the Stationer who came "rst in my Way, delivering the Letter as from Governor Keith. I don’t know such a Person, says he: but opening the Letter, O, this is from Riddlesden,6 I have lately found him to be a complete Rascal, and I will have nothing to do with him, nor receive any Letters from him. So putting the Letter into my Hand, he turn’d on his Heel and left me to serve some Customer. I was surprised to "nd these were not the Governor’s Letters. And after recollecting and comparing Circum- stances, I began to doubt his Sincerity. I found my Friend Denham, and opened the whole Affair to him. He let me into Keith’s Character, told me there was not the least Probability that he had written any Letters for me, that no one who knew him had the smallest Dependence on him, and he laughed at the Notion of the Governor’s giving me a Letter of Credit, having as he said no Credit to give. On my expressing some Concern about what I should do: He advis’d me to endeavor getting some Employment in the Way of my Business. Among the Printers here, says he, you will improve your- self; and when you return to Amer i ca, you will set up to greater Advantage.

We both of us happen’d to know, as well as the Stationer, that Riddlesden the Attorney, was a very Knave. He had half ruin’d Miss Read’s Father by drawing him in to be bound7 for him. By his Letter it appear’d, there was a secret Scheme on foot to the Prejudice of Hamilton, (Suppos’d to be then coming over with us,) and that Keith was concern’d in it with Riddlesden. Denham, who was a Friend of Hamilton’s, thought he ought to be acquainted with it. So when he arriv’d in Eng land, which was soon after, partly from Resentment and Ill- Will to Keith and Riddlesden, and partly from Goodwill to him: I waited on him, and gave him the Letter. He thank’d me cordially,

8. Members of the Penn family, headed by Wil- liam Penn (1644–1718), were the proprietors of Pennsylvania and its legal owners. “Constitu- ents”: those who appointed him their representa- tive; in this case, the Penn family, which retained control of Pennsylvania until the Revolution. 9. A street in London near St. Paul’s Cathedral. 1. Gold coins. 2. Robert Wilks (1665?–1732), an Irish actor, dominated London theater life from 1709 to 1730. 3. The center of the London printing business.

4. The Inner and Middle Temples were buildings in London that were centers for the legal profes- sion. “Hackney Writer”: copyist. 5. Just off Little Britain; a square known for its printers and typesetters. 6. Proceeded with dif"culty. 7. The En glish phi los o pher William Wollaston’s Religion of Nature Delineated was "rst printed privately in 1722. Its second edition (1724) sold so well that Franklin was here setting the type for a third edition (1725), not “the second edition.”

the Information being of Importance to him. And from that time he became my Friend, greatly to my Advantage afterwards on many Occasions.

But what shall we think of a Governor’s playing such pitiful Tricks, and imposing so grossly on a poor ignorant Boy! It was a Habit he had acquired. He wish’d to please every body; and having little to give, he gave Expecta- tions. He was other wise an ingenious sensible Man, a pretty good Writer, and a good Governor for the People, tho’ not for his Constituents the Pro- prietaries,8 whose Instructions he sometimes disregarded. Several of our best Laws were of his Planning, and pass’d during his Administration.

Ralph and I were inseparable Companions. We took Lodgings together in Little Britain9 at 3 shillings 6 pence per Week, as much as we could then afford. He found some Relations, but they were poor and unable to assist him. He now let me know his Intentions of remaining in London, and that he never meant to return to Philadelphia. He had brought no Money with him, the whole he could muster having been expended in paying his Passage. I had 15 Pistoles.1 So he borrowed occasionally of me, to subsist while he was looking out for Business. He "rst endeavor’d to get into the Play- house, believing himself quali"ed for an Actor; but Wilkes,2 to whom he applied, advis’d him candidly not to think of that Employment, as it was impossible he should succeed in it. Then he propos’d to Roberts, a Publisher in Paternoster Row,3 to write for him a Weekly Paper like the Spectator, on certain Conditions, which Roberts did not approve. Then he endeavor’d to get Employment as a Hackney Writer to copy for the Stationers and Lawyers about the Temple4 but could "nd no Vacancy.

I immediately got into Work at Palmer’s, then a famous Printing- House in Bartholomew Close;5 and here I continu’d near a Year. I was pretty dili- gent; but spent with Ralph a good deal of my Earnings in going to Plays and other Places of Amusement. We had together consum’d all my Pistoles, and now just rubb’d on6 from hand to mouth. He seem’d quite to forget his Wife and Child, and I by degrees my Engagements with Miss Read, to whom I never wrote more than one Letter, and that was to let her know I was not likely soon to return. This was another of the great Errata of my Life, which I should wish to correct if I were to live it over again. In fact, by our Expenses, I was constantly kept unable to pay my Passage.

At Palmer’s I was employ’d in Composing for the second Edition of Wol- laston’s Religion of Nature.7 Some of his Reasonings not appearing to me well- founded, I wrote a little metaphysical Piece, in which I made Remarks on them. It was entitled, A Dissertation on Liberty and Necessity, Plea sure and Pain. I inscrib’d it to my Friend Ralph. I printed a small Number. I occasion’d my being more consider’d by Mr. Palmer, as a young Man of some

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8. By denying the existence of virtue and vice, Franklin opened himself to accusations of atheism. 9. William Lyons, a surgeon and author of The Infallibility, Dignity, and Excellence of Human Judgment (1719). 1. Bernard Mandev ille (c. 1670–1733), a Dutch physician and man of letters residing in London, published The Fable of the Bees in 1723. 2. En glish mathematician and physicist (1642– 1727), best known for formulating theories of gravity, light, and color. Newton was president of

the Royal Society, the British national acad emy of science, from 1703 to 1727. Henry Pemberton was a friend of Newton’s and a member of the Society. Batson’s, in Cornhill, was a favorite meeting place of physicians. 3. Sloane (1660–1753), a physician and natural- ist, succeeded Newton as president of the Royal Society. His library and museum served as the basis for the pres ent collection at the British Museum. 4. Prob ably near St.  Bartholomew’s Church, London.

Ingenuity, tho’ he seriously expostulated with me upon the Princi ples of my Pamplet which to him appear’d abominable.8 My printing this Pamphlet was another Erratum.

While I lodg’d in Little Britain I made an Acquaintance with one Wilcox a Bookseller, whose Shop was at the next Door. He had an im mense Collec- tion of second- hand Books. Circulating Libraries were not then in Use; but we agreed that on certain reasonable Terms which I have now forgotten, I  might take, read and return any of his Books. This I esteem’d a great Advantage, and I made as much Use of it as I could.

My Pamphlet by some means falling into the Hands of one Lyons,9 a Sur- geon, Author of a Book entitled The Infallibility of Human Judgment, it occa- sioned an Acquaintance between us; he took great Notice of me, call’d on me often, to converse on these Subjects, carried me to the Horns a pale Ale- House in [blank] Lane, Cheapside, and introduc’d me to Dr. Mandev ille, Author of the Fable of the Bees1 who had a Club there, of which he was the Soul, being a most facetious entertaining Companion. Lyons too introduc’d me to Dr. Pemberton, at Batson’s Coffee House, who promis’d to give me an Opportunity some time or other of seeing Sir Isaac Newton,2 of which I was extremely desirous; but this never happened.

I had brought over a few Curiosities among which the principal was a Purse made of the Asbestos, which puri"es by Fire. Sir Hans Sloane heard of it, came to see me, and invited me to his House in Bloomsbury Square; where he show’d me all his Curiosities,3 and persuaded me to let him add that to the Number, for which he paid me handsomely.

In our House there lodg’d a young Woman, a Millener, who I think had a shop in the Cloisters.4 She had been genteelly bred, was sensible and lively, and of most pleasing Conversation. Ralph read Plays to her in the Eve nings, they grew intimate, she took another Lodging, and he follow’d her. They liv’d together some time, but he being still out of Business, and her Income not suf"cient to maintain them with her Child, he took a Resolution of going from London, to try for a Country School, which he thought himself well quali"ed to undertake, as he wrote an excellent Hand, and was a Master of Arithmetic and Accounts. This however he deem’d a Business below him, and con"dent of future better Fortune when he should be unwilling to have it known that he once was so meanly employ’d, he chang’d his Name, and did me the Honor to assume mine. For I soon after had a Letter from him, acquainting me, that he was settled in a small Village in Berkshire, I think it was, where he taught reading and writing to 10 or a dozen Boys at 6 pence each per Week, recommending Mrs. T. to my Care, and desiring me to write to him directing for Mr. Franklin Schoolmaster at such a Place. He continu’d

5. The En glish poet Edward Young (1683–1765) published the "rst four parts of Love of Fame, the Universal Passion in 1725. 6. Press belonging to John Watts (c. 1678–1763). 7. I.e., the workers do both the printing and

typesetting for it. 8. Type set and locked in metal frames. 9. With high alcohol content. 1. I.e., in poverty. 2. Welcome (French, literal trans.).

to write frequently, sending me large Specimens of an Epic Poem, which he was then composing, and desiring my Remarks and Corrections. These I gave him from time to time, but endeavor’d rather to discourage his Pro- ceeding. One of Young’s Satires was then just publish’d.5 I copied and sent him a great Part of it, which set in a strong Light the Folly of pursuing the Muses with any Hope of Advancement by them. All was in vain. Sheets of the Poem continu’d to come by every Post. In the mean time Mrs. T. having on his Account lost her Friends and Business, was often in Distresses, and us’d to send for me, and borrow what I could spare to help her out of them. I grew fond of her Com pany, and being at this time under no Religious Restraints, and presuming on my Importance to her, I attempted Familiari- ties, (another Erratum) which she repuls’d with a proper Resentment, and acquainted him with my Be hav ior. This made a Breach between us, and when he return’d again to London, he let me know he thought I had cancel’d all the Obligations he had been under to me. So I found I was never to expect his Repaying me what I lent to him or advanc’d for him. This was however not then of much Consequence, as he was totally unable. And in the Loss of his Friendship I found myself reliev’d from a Burden. I now began to think of getting a little Money beforehand; and expecting better Work, I left Palmer’s to work at Watts’s6 near Lincoln’s Inn Fields, a still greater Printing- House. Here I continu’d all the rest of my Stay in London.

At my "rst Admission into this Printing- House, I took to working at Press, imagining I felt a Want of the Bodily Exercise I had been us’d to in Amer- i ca, where Presswork is mix’d with Composing.7 I drank only Water; the other Workmen, near 50 in Number, were great Guzzlers of Beer. On occasion I carried up and down Stairs a large Form of Types8 in each hand, when others carried but one in both Hands. They won der’d to see from this and several Instances that the Water- American as they call’d me was stronger than them- selves who drunk strong9 Beer. We had an Alehouse Boy who attended always in the House to supply the Workmen. My Companion at the Press drank every day a Pint before Breakfast, a Pint at Breakfast with his Bread and Cheese; a Pint between Breakfast and Dinner; a Pint at Dinner; a Pint in the After noon about Six o’clock, and another when he had done his Day’s Work. I thought it a detestable Custom. But it was necessary, he suppos’d, to drink strong Beer that he might be strong to labor. I endeavor’d to convince him that the Bodily Strength afforded by Beer could only be in proportion to the Grain or Flour of the Barley dissolved in the Water of which it was made; that there was more Flour in a Penny- worth of Bread, and therefore if he would eat that with a Pint of Water, it would give him more Strength than a Quart of Beer. He drank on however, and had 4 or 5 Shillings to pay out of his Wages every Saturday Night for that muddling Liquor; an Expense I was free from. And thus these poor Dev ils keep themselves always under.1

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3. Typesetters. The workers set their own cus- toms, practices, and "nes. 4. Type set up for printing. “Sorts”: type, letters. 5. “A Printing House is always called a Chapel by the Workmen” [Franklin’s note].

6. One who makes fun of others. 7. Taking Monday off as if it were a religious holiday. 8. The Roman Catholic Chapel of St.  Anselm and St. Cecilia.

was demanded of me by the Compositors.3 I thought it an Imposition, as I had paid below. The Master thought so too, and forbad my Paying it. I stood out two or three Weeks, was accordingly considered as an Excommunicate, and had so many little Pieces of private Mischief done me, by mixing my Sorts, transposing my Pages, breaking my Matter,4 etc., etc. if I were ever so little out of the Room, and all ascrib’d to the Chapel5 Ghost, which they said ever haunted those not regularly admitted, that notwithstanding the Master’s Protection, I found myself oblig’d to comply and pay the Money; convinc’d of the Folly of being on ill Terms with those one is to live with continually. I was now on a fair Footing with them, and soon acquir’d con- siderable Induence. I propos’d some reasonable Alterations in their Chapel Laws, and carried them against all Opposition. From my Example a great Part of them, left their muddling Breakfast of Beer and Bread and Cheese, "nding they could with me be supplied from a neighboring House with a large Porringer of hot Water- gruel, sprinkled with Pepper, crumb’d with Bread, and a Bit of Butter in it, for the Price of a Pint of Beer, viz., three halfpence. This was a more comfortable as well as cheaper Breakfast, and kept their Heads clearer. Those who continu’d sotting with Beer all day, were often, by not paying, out of Credit at the Alehouse, and us’d to make Inter- est with me to get Beer, their Light, as they phras’d it, being out. I watch’d the Pay table on Saturday Night, and collected what I stood engag’d for them, having to pay some times near Thirty Shillings a Week on their Accounts. This and my being esteem’d a pretty good Riggite,6 that is a jocular verbal Satirist, supported my Consequence in the Society. My constant Attendance, (I never making a St. Monday),7 recommended me to the Master; and my uncommon Quickness at Composing, occasion’d my being put upon all Work of Dispatch, which was generally better paid. So I went on now very agreeably.

My Lodging in Little Britain being too remote, I found another in Duke Street opposite to the Romish Chapel.8 It was two pair of Stairs backwards at an Italian Ware house. A Widow Lady kept the House; she had a Daughter and a Maid Servant, and a Journeyman who attended the Ware house, but lodg’d abroad. After sending to enquire my Character at the House where I last lodg’d, she agreed to take me in at the same Rate, 3 Shillings 6 Pence per Week, cheaper as she said from the Protection she expected in having a Man lodge in the House. She was a Widow, an el derly Woman, had been bred a Protestant, being a Clergyman’s Daughter, but was converted to the Catholic Religion by her Husband, whose Memory she much revered, had lived much among People of Distinction, and knew a 1000 Anecdotes of them as far back as the Times of Charles the second. She was lame in her Knees with the Gout, and therefore seldom stirr’d out of her Room, so some- times wanted Com pany; and hers was so highly amusing to me that I was sure to spend an Eve ning with her whenever she desired it. Our Supper was only half an Anchovy each, on a very little Strip of Bread and Butter, and

9. According to tradition, as Christ bore the Cross, St. Veronica wiped his face with a cloth that miraculously retained the image of his face. 1. I.e., the cabinets of curiosities in Don Saltero’s, a coffee house in London’s Chelsea district. “Don Saltero” was James Salter, a former servant of Sir Hans Sloane to whom Sloane had given many

objects from his collection. “College”: i.e., Chel- sea Hospital, erected on the site of the former Chelsea College. 2. I.e., more than three miles. 3. I.e., in Melchisédech de Thevenot’s The Art of Swimming (1699).

half a Pint of Ale between us. But the Entertainment was in her Conversa- tion. My always keeping good Hours, and giving little Trou ble in the Family, made her unwilling to part with me; so that when I talk’d of a Lodging I had heard of, nearer my Business, for 2 Shillings a Week, which, intent as I now was on saving Money, made some Difference; she bid me not think of it, for she would abate me two Shillings a Week for the future, so I remain’d with her at 1 Shilling 6 Pence as long as I stayed in London.

In a Garret of her House there lived a Maiden Lady of 70 in the most retired Manner, of whom my Landlady gave me this Account, that she was a Roman Catholic, had been sent abroad when young and lodg’d in a Nunnery with an Intent of becoming a Nun: but the Country not agreeing with her, she return’d to Eng land, where there being no Nunnery, she had vow’d to lead the Life of a Nun as near as might be done in those Circum- stances: Accordingly She had given all her Estate to charitable Uses, reserv- ing only Twelve Pounds a year to live on, and out of this Sum she still gave a great deal in Charity, living herself on Watergruel only, and using no Fire but to boil it. She had lived many Years in that Garret, being permitted to remain there gratis by successive catholic Tenants of the House below, as they deem’d it a Blessing to have her there. A Priest visited her, to confess her every Day. I have ask’d her, says my Landlady, how she, as she liv’d, could possibly "nd so much Employment for a Confessor? O, says she, it is impossible to avoid vain Thoughts. I was permitted once to visit her: She was cheerful and polite, and convers’d pleasantly. The Room was clean, but had no other Furniture than a Mattress, a Table with a Cruci"x and Book, a Stool, which she gave me to sit on, and a Picture over the Chimney of St. Veronica, displaying her Handkerchief with the miraculous Figure of Christ’s bleeding Face on it,9 which she explain’d to me with great Serious- ness. She look’d pale, but was never sick, and I give it as another Instance on how small an Income Life and Health may be supported.

At Watts’s Printing- House I contracted an Acquaintance with an ingenious young Man, one Wygate, who having wealthy Relations, had been better edu- cated than most Printers, was a tolerable Latinist, spoke French, and lov’d Reading. I taught him, and a Friend of his, to swim at twice going into the River, and they soon became good Swimmers. They introduc’d me to some Gentlemen from the Country who went to Chelsea by Water to see the Col- lege and Don Saltero’s Curiosities.1 In our Return, at the Request of the Com pany, whose Curiosity Wygate had excited, I stripped and leaped into the River, and swam from near Chelsea to Blackfriars,2 performing on the Way many Feats of Activity both upon and under Water, that surpris’d and pleas’d those to whom they were Novelties. I had from a Child been ever delighted with this Exercise, had studied and practic’d all Thevenot’s Motions and Positions,3 added some of my own, aiming at the graceful and easy, as well as the Useful. All these I took this Occasion of exhibiting to the

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4. Settled part payment on his debts. 5. Conditions for accepting a declaration of

bankruptcy. 6. I.e., the "rst time the plates were cleared.

Com pany, and was much datter’d by their Admiration. And Wygate, who was desirous of becoming a Master, grew more and more attach’d to me on that account, as well as from the Similarity of our Studies. He at length propos’d to me traveling all over Eu rope together, supporting ourselves every where by working at our Business. I was once inclin’d to it. But men- tioning it to my good Friend Mr.  Denham, with whom I often spent an Hour when I had Leisure, he dissuaded me from it; advising me to think only of returning to Pennsylvania, which he was now about to do.

I must rec ord one Trait of this good Man’s Character. He had formerly been in Business at Bristol, but fail’d in Debt to a Number of People, com- pounded4 and went to Amer i ca. There, by a close Application to Business as a Merchant, he acquir’d a plentiful Fortune in a few Years. Returning to Eng land in the Ship with me, He invited his old Creditors to an Entertain- ment, at which he thank’d them for the easy Composition5 they had favor’d him with, and when they expected nothing but the Treat, every Man at the "rst Remove6 found under his Plate an Order on a Banker for the full Amount of the unpaid Remainder with Interest.

He now told me he was about to return to Philadelphia, and should carry over a great Quantity of Goods in order to open a Store there: He propos’d to take me over as his Clerk, to keep his Books (in which he would instruct me), copy his Letters, and attend the Store. He added, that as soon as I should be acquainted with mercantile Business he would promote me by sending me with a Cargo of Flour and Bread, etc., to the West Indies, and procure me Commissions from others; which would be pro"table, and if I manag’d well, would establish me handsomely. The Thing pleas’d me, for I was grown tired of London, remember’d with Plea sure the happy Months I had spent in Pennsylvania, and wish’d again to see it. Therefore I immediately agreed, on the Terms of Fifty Pounds a Year, Pennsylvania Money; less indeed than my then Gettings as a Compositor, but affording a better Prospect.

I now took Leave of Printing, as I thought for ever, and was daily employ’d in my new Business; going about with Mr. Denham among the Tradesmen, to purchase vari ous Articles, and see them pack’d up, doing Errands, calling upon Workmen to dispatch, etc., and when all was on board, I had a few Days’ Leisure. On one of these Days I was to my Surprise sent for by a great Man I knew only by Name, a Sir William Wyndham and I waited upon him. He had heard by some means or other of my Swimming from Chelsey to Blackfriars, and of my teaching Wygate and another young Man to swim in a few Hours. He had two Sons about to set out on their Travels; he wish’d to have them "rst taught Swimming; and propos’d to gratify me handsomely if I would teach them. They were not yet come to Town and my Stay was uncertain, so I could not undertake it. But from this Incident I thought it likely, that if I were to remain in Eng land and open a Swimming School, I might get a good deal of Money. And it struck me so strongly, that had the Overture been sooner made me, prob ably I should not so soon have returned to Amer i ca. After Many Years, you and I had something of more Importance

7. Franklin does not mention Charles Wyndham (1710–1763) again. Charles’s father, Sir William (1687–1740), was an En glish statesman and Member of Parliament. 8. Only the outline and preamble of Franklin’s

Plan survive. 9. Patrick Gordon (1644–1736), deputy gover- nor of Pennsylvania from 1726 to 1736. 1. End; i.e., resigned himself to death. 2. Oral.

to do with one of these Sons of Sir William Wyndham,7 become Earl of Egre- mont, which I shall mention in its Place.

Thus I spent about 18 Months in London. Most Part of the Time, I work’d hard at my Business, and spent but little upon myself except in seeing Plays, and in Books. My Friend Ralph had kept me poor. He owed me about 27 Pounds; which I was now never likely to receive; a great Sum out of my small Earnings. I lov’d him notwithstanding, for he had many amiable Qualities. Tho’ I had by no means improv’d my Fortune, I had pick’d up some very ingenious Acquaintance whose Conversation was of great Advantage to me, and I had read considerably.

We sail’d from Gravesend on the 23d of July 1726. For The Incidents of the Voyage, I refer you to my Journal, where you will "nd them all minutely related. Perhaps the most impor tant Part of that Journal is the Plan8 to be found in it which I formed at Sea for regulating my future Conduct in Life. It is the more remarkable, as being form’d when I was so young, and yet being pretty faithfully adhered to quite thro’ to old Age. We landed in Philadel- phia the 11th of October, where I found sundry Alterations. Keith was no longer Governor, being superseded by Major Gordon:9 I met him walking the Streets as a common Citizen. He seem’d a little asham’d at seeing me, but pass’d without saying anything. I should have been as much asham’d at seeing Miss Read, had not her Friends despairing with Reason of my Return, after the Receipt of my Letter, persuaded her to marry another, one Rogers, a Potter, which was done in my Absence. With him however she was never happy, and soon parted from him, refusing to cohabit with him, or bear his Name. It being now said that he had another Wife. He was a worthless Fel- low tho’ an excellent Workman which was the Temptation to her Friends. He got into Debt, and ran away in 1727 or 28, went to the West Indies, and died there. Keimer had got a better House, a Shop well supplied with Stationery, plenty of new Types, a number of Hands tho’ none good, and seem’d to have a great deal of Business.

Mr. Denham took a Store in Water Street, where we open’d our Goods. I attended the Business diligently, studied Accounts, and grew in a little Time expert at selling. We lodg’d and boarded together, he counsel’d me as a Father, having a sincere Regard for me: I respected and lov’d him: and we might have gone on together very happily: But in the Beginning of February 1726/7 when I had just pass’d my 21st Year, we both were taken ill. My Dis- temper was a Pleurisy, which very nearly carried me off: I suffered a good deal, gave up the Point1 in my own mind, and was rather disappointed when I found myself recovering; regretting in some degree that I must now some- time or other have all that disagreeable Work to do over again. I forget what his Distemper was. It held him a long time, and at length carried him off. He left me a small Legacy in a nuncupative2 Will, as a Token of his Kind- ness for me, and he left me once more to the wide World. For the Store was taken into the Care of his Executors, and my Employment under him ended:

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3. Meredith (c. 1696–1749) was later a business partner of Franklin’s. 4. Potts (d. 1758) was later a bookseller and an innkeeper. 5. I.e., handsome. 6. I.e., Keimer had paid for the Irishman’s pas- sage in exchange for his ser vice. 7. Webb (1708–1736?) was later a member of Franklin’s Junto (a small, select club for mutual improvement) and a printer.

8. A Welsh Quaker (1708–1760); later the "rst printer in Barbados. 9. Actor. 1. An evergreen shrub; gorse. “Gown”: academic robe worn regularly by Oxford students. “15 Guineas”: almost sixteen pounds. 2. An advertisement for free passage to the colo- nies for those who would work as indentured ser- vants.

My Brother- in- law Homes, being now at Philadelphia, advis’d my Return to my Business. And Keimer tempted me with an Offer of large Wages by the Year to come and take the Management of his Printing- House that he might better attend his Stationer’s Shop. I had heard a bad Character of him in London, from his Wife and her Friends, and was not fond of having any more to do with him. I tried for farther Employment as a Merchant’s Clerk; but not readily meeting with any, I clos’d again with Keimer.

I found in his House these Hands; Hugh Meredith3 a Welsh- Pennsylvanian, 30 Years of Age, bred to Country Work: honest, sensible, had a great deal of solid Observation, was something of a Reader, but given to drink: Stephen Potts,4 a young Country Man of full Age, bred to the Same, of uncommon natu ral Parts5 and great Wit and Humor, but a little idle. These he had agreed with at extreme low Wages, per Week, to be rais’d a Shilling every 3 Months, as they would deserve by improving in their Business, and the Expectation of these high Wages to come on hereafter was what he had drawn them in with. Meredith was to work at Press, Potts at Bookbinding, which he by Agreement, was to teach them, tho’ he knew neither one nor t’other. John— — — a wild Irishman brought up to no Business, whose Ser vice for 4 Years Keimer had purchas’d from the Captain of a Ship.6 He too was to be made a Pressman. George Webb,7 an Oxford Scholar, whose Time for 4 Years he had likewise bought, intending him for a Compositor: of whom more pres- ently. And David Harry,8 a Country Boy, whom he had taken Apprentice. I soon perceiv’d that the Intention of engaging me at Wages so much higher than he had been us’d to give, was to have these raw cheap Hands form’d thro’ me, and as soon as I had instructed them, then, they being all articled to him, he should be able to do without me. I went on however, very cheer- fully; put his Printing- House in Order, which had been in great Confusion, and brought his Hands by degrees to mind their Business and to do it better.

It was an odd Thing to "nd an Oxford Scholar in the Situation of a bought Servant. He was not more than 18 Years of Age, and gave me this Account of himself; that he was born in Gloucester, educated at a Grammar School there, had been distinguish’d among the Scholars for some apparent Supe- riority in performing his Part when they exhibited Plays; belong’d to the Witty Club there, and had written some Pieces in Prose and Verse which were printed in the Gloucester Newspapers. Thence he was sent to Oxford; there he continu’d about a Year, but not well- satis"ed, wishing of all things to see London and become a Player.9 At length receiving his Quarterly Allow- ance of 15 Guineas,1 instead of discharging his Debts, he walk’d out of Town, hid his Gown in a Furz Bush, and footed it to London, where having no Friend to advise him, he fell into bad Com pany, soon spent his Guineas, found no means of being introduc’d among the Players,2 grew necessitous,

3. Foundry for type (sorts). 4. Thomas James’s foundry. 5. Molds for casting type. “Puncheons”: stamp-

ing tools. 6. Jack- of- all- trades.

pawn’d his Clothes and wanted Bread. Walking the Street very hungry, and not knowing what to do with himself, a Crimp’s Bill was put into his Hand, offering immediate Entertainment and Encouragement to such as would bind themselves to serve in Amer i ca. He went directly, sign’d the Indentures, was put into the Ship and came over; never writing a Line to acquaint his Friends what was become of him. He was lively, witty, good- natur’d and a pleasant Companion, but idle, thoughtless and imprudent to the last Degree.

John the Irishman soon ran away. With the rest I began to live very agree- ably; for they all respected me, the more as they found Keimer incapable of instructing them, and that from me they learned something daily. We never work’d on a Saturday, that being Keimer’s Sabbath. So I had two Days for Reading. My Acquaintance with ingenious People in the Town increased. Keimer himself treated me with great Civility and apparent Regard; and nothing now made me uneasy but my Debt to Vernon, which I was yet unable to pay, being hitherto but a poor Economist. He however kindly made no Demand of it.

Our Printing- House often wanted Sorts, and there was no Letter Found er3 in Amer i ca. I had seen Types cast at James’s4 in London, but without much Attention to the Manner: However I now contriv’d a Mold, made use of the Letters we had as Puncheons, struck the Matrices5 in Lead, and thus sup- plied in a pretty tolerable way all De"ciencies. I also engrav’d several Things on occasion. I made the Ink, I was Warehouse- man and every thing, in short quite a Factotum.6

But however ser viceable I might be, I found that my Ser vices became every Day of less Importance, as the other Hands improv’d in the Business. And when Keimer paid my second Quarter’s Wages, he let me know that he felt them too heavy, and thought I should make an Abatement. He grew by degrees less civil, put on more of the Master, frequently found Fault, was captious and seem’d ready for an Out- breaking. I went on nevertheless with a good deal of Patience, thinking that his encumber’d Circumstances were partly the Cause. At length a Tride snapped our Connection. For a great Noise happening near the Court house, I put my Head out of the Win dow to see what was the Matter. Keimer being in the Street look’d up and saw me, call’d out to me in a loud Voice and angry Tone to mind my Business, adding some reproachful Words, that nettled me the more for their Publicity, all the Neighbors who were looking out on the same Occasion being Witnesses how I was treated. He came up immediately into the Printing- House, continu’d the Quarrel, high Words pass’d on both Sides, he gave me the Quarter’s Warning we had stipulated, expressing a Wish that he had not been oblig’d to so long a Warning: I told him his Wish was unnecessary for I would leave him that Instant; and so taking my Hat walk’d out of Doors; desiring Meredith whom I saw below to take care of some Things I left, and bring them to my Lodging.

Meredith came accordingly in the Eve ning, when we talk’d my Affair over. He had conceiv’d a great Regard for me, and was very unwilling that I should leave the House while he remain’d in it. He dissuaded me from returning to

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7. I.e., Boston. 8. City in New Jersey.

9. Highly emotional.

my native Country7 which I began to think of. He reminded me that Keimer was in debt for all he possess’d, that his Creditors began to be uneasy, that he kept his Shop miserably, sold often without Pro"t for ready Money, and often trusted without keeping Account. That he must therefore fail; which would make a Vacancy I might pro"t of. I objected my Want of Money. He then let me know, that his Father had a high Opinion of me, and from some Discourse that had pass’d between them, he was sure would advance Money to set us up, if I would enter into Partnership with him. My Time, says he, will be out with Keimer in the Spring. By that time we may have our Press and Types in from London: I am sensible I am no Workman. If you like it, Your Skill in the Business shall be set against the Stock I furnish; and we will share the Pro"ts equally. The Proposal was agreeable, and I consented. His Father was in Town, and approv’d of it, the more as he saw I had great Induence with his Son, had prevail’d on him to abstain long from Dram- drinking, and he hop’d might break him of that wretched Habit entirely, when we came to be so closely connected. I gave an Inventory to the Father, who carried it to a Merchant; the Things were sent for; the Secret was to be kept till they should arrive, and in the mean time I was to get Work if I could at the other Printing- House. But I found no Vacancy there, and so remain’d idle a few Days, when Keimer, on a Prospect of being employ’d to print some Paper- money, in New Jersey, which would require Cuts and vari ous Types that I only could supply, and apprehending Bradford might engage me and get the Job from him, sent me a very civil Message, that old Friends should not part for a few Words, the Effect of sudden Passion, and wishing me to return. Meredith persuaded me to comply, as it would give more Opportu- nity for his Improvement under my daily Instructions. So I return’d, and we went on more smoothly than for some time before. The New Jersey Job was obtain’d. I contriv’d a Copper- Plate Press for it, the "rst that had been seen in the Country. I cut several Ornaments and Checks for the Bills. We went together to Burlington,8 where I executed the Whole to Satisfaction, and he received so large a Sum for the Work, as to be enabled thereby to keep his Head much longer above Water.

At Burlington I made an Acquaintance with many principal People of the Province. Several of them had been appointed by the Assembly a Commit- tee to attend the Press, and take Care that no more Bills were printed than the Law directed. They were therefore by Turns constantly with us, and generally he who attended brought with him a Friend or two for Com pany. My Mind having been much more improv’d by Reading than Keimer’s, I suppose it was for that Reason my Conversation seem’d to be more valu’d. They had me to their Houses, introduc’d me to their Friends and show’d me much Civility, while he, tho’ the Master, was a little neglected. In truth he was an odd Fish, ignorant of common Life, fond of rudely opposing receiv’d Opinions, slovenly to extreme dirtiness, enthusiastic9 in some Points of Reli- gion, and a little Knavish withal. We continu’d there near 3 Months, and by that time I could reckon among my acquired Friends, Judge Allen, Samuel Bustill, the Secretary of the Province, Isaac Pearson, Joseph Cooper and

1. I.e., in the Congregational or Presbyterian way, as opposed to the Church of Eng land way. 2. Robert Boyle (1627–1691), En glish physicist and chemist, endowed a series of lectures for dis- cussing the existence of God and preaching against “in"dels.” Deism accepts a supreme being as the author of "nite existence, but denies Chris-

tian doctrines of revelation and supernaturalism. 3. The "rst line is not from the En glish poet John Dryden (1631–1700) but from Alexander Pope’s Essay on Man Epistle I, line 294; how- ever, Dryden’s line is close: “What ever is, is in its Causes just.” The rest of these lines are recalled accurately from Dryden’s Oedipus (3.1.244–48).

several of the Smiths, Members of Assembly, and Isaac Decow the Surveyor General. The latter was a shrewd sagacious old Man, who told me that he began for himself when young by wheeling Clay for the Brickmakers, learned to write after he was of Age, carried the Chain for Surveyors, who taught him Surveying, and he had now by his Industry acquir’d a good Estate; and says he, I foresee, that you will soon work this Man out of his Business and make a Fortune in it at Philadelphia. He had not then the least Intimation of my Intention to set up there or anywhere. These Friends were afterwards of great Use to me, as I occasionally was to some of them. They all continued their Regard for me as long as they lived.

Before I enter upon my public Appearance in Business, it may be well to let you know the then State of my Mind, with regard to my Princi ples and Morals, that you may see how far those induenc’d the future Events of my Life. My Parents had early given me religious Impressions, and brought me through my Childhood piously in the Dissenting Way.1 But I was scarce 15 when, after doubting by turns of several Points as I found them disputed in the dif fer ent Books I read, I began to doubt of Revelation itself. Some Books against Deism fell into my Hands; they were said to be the Substance of Ser- mons preached at Boyle’s Lectures.2 It happened that they wrought an Effect on me quite contrary to what was intended by them: For the Argu- ments of the Deists which were quoted to be refuted, appeared to me much Stronger than the Refutations. In short I soon became a thorough Deist. My Arguments perverted some others, particularly Collins and Ralph: but each of them having afterwards wrong’d me greatly without the least Compunc- tion, and recollecting Keith’s Conduct towards me, (who was another Free- thinker) and my own towards Vernon and Miss Read which at Times gave me great Trou ble, I began to suspect that this Doctrine tho’ it might be true, was not very useful. My London pamphlet, which had for its Motto those Lines of Dryden

— — Whatever is, is right Tho’ purblind Man Sees but a Part of The Chain, the nearest Link, His Eyes not carry ing to the equal Beam, That poizes all, above.3

And from the Attributes of God, his in"nite Wisdom, Goodness and Power concluded that nothing could possibly be wrong in the World, and that Vice and Virtue were empty Distinctions, no such Things existing: appear’d now not so clever a Per for mance as I once thought it; and I doubted whether some Error had not insinuated itself unperceiv’d into my Argument, so as to infect all that follow’d, as is common in metaphysical Reasonings. I grew convinc’d that Truth, Sincerity and Integrity in Dealings between Man and Man, were of the utmost Importance to the Felicity of Life, and I form’d written

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4. Godfrey (1704–1749) set glass for window- panes. He was also an optician and inventor.

5. A coin worth "ve shillings. 6. Eco nom ically declining.

Resolutions, (which still remain in my Journal Book) to practice them ever while I lived. Revelation had indeed no weight with me as such; but I entertain’d an Opinion, that tho’ certain Actions might not be bad because they were forbidden by it, or good because it commanded them; yet prob- ably those Actions might be forbidden because they were bad for us, or commanded because they were bene"cial to us, in their own Natures, all the Circumstances of things considered. And this Persuasion, with the kind hand of Providence, or some guardian Angel, or accidental favorable Cir- cumstances and Situations, or all together, preserved me (thro’ this danger- ous Time of Youth and the hazardous Situations I was sometimes in among Strangers, remote from the Eye and Advice of my Father) without any willful gross Immorality or Injustice that might have been expected from my Want of Religion. I say willful, because the Instances I have mentioned, had something of Necessity in them, from my Youth, Inexperience, and the Knav- ery of others. I had therefore a tolerable Character to begin the World with, I valued it properly, and determin’d to preserve it.

We had not been long return’d to Philadelphia, before the New Types arriv’d from London. We settled with Keimer, and left him by his Consent before he heard of it. We found a House to hire near the Market, and took it. To lessen the Rent, (which was then but 24 Pounds a Year tho’ I have since known it let for 70) we took in Thomas Godfrey a Glazier,4 and his Family, who were to pay a considerable Part of it to us, and we to board with them. We had scarce opened our Letters and put our Press in Order, before George House, an Acquaintance of mine, brought a Countryman to us; whom he had met in the Street enquiring for a Printer. All our Cash was now expended in the Variety of Particulars we had been obliged to procure, and this Countryman’s Five Shillings, being our First Fruits and coming so seasonably, gave me more Plea sure than any Crown5 I have since earn’d; and from the Gratitude I felt towards House, has made me often more ready than perhaps I should other wise have been to assist young Beginners.

There are Croakers in every Country always boding its Ruin. Such a one then lived in Philadelphia, a Person of Note, an el derly Man, with a wise Look and very grave Manner of Speaking. His Name was Samuel Mickle. This Gentleman, a Stranger to me, stopped one Day at my Door, and ask’d me if I was the young Man who had lately opened a new Printing- House: Being answer’d in the Af"rmative; He said he was sorry for me; because it was an expensive Undertaking, and the Expense would be lost, for Philadel- phia was a sinking6 Place, the People already half Bankrupts or near being so; all Appearances of the contrary such as new Buildings and the Rise of Rents, being to his certain Knowledge fallacious, for they were in fact among the Things that would soon ruin us. And he gave me such a Detail of Mis- fortunes now existing or that were soon to exist, that he left me half- melancholy. Had I known him before I engag’d in this Business, prob ably I never should have done it. This Man continu’d to live in this decaying Place, and to declaim in the same Strain, refusing for many Years to buy a House there, because all was going to Destruction, and at last I had the Plea sure

7. Certainty. “Warmth”: anger. 8. Breintnall (d. 1746) shared Franklin’s interest in science. 9. Godfrey in ven ted this instrument for mea sur- ing altitudes in navigation and astronomy— also known as the octant— around the same time as the En glish inventor John Hadley (1682–1744) did.

1. Nicholas Scull II (1687–1761). 2. Parsons (1701–1757) became surveyor general in 1741 and librarian of the Library Com pany— the "rst subscription library in North Amer i ca, an offshoot of the Junto. 3. A ship’s carpenter (d. 1766). 4. Franklin’s landlord for thirty- seven years. 5. Coleman lived from 1704 to 1769.

of seeing him give "ve times as much for one as he might have bought it for when he "rst began his Croaking.

I should have mention’d before, that in the Autumn of the preceding Year, I had form’d most of my ingenious Acquaintance into a Club, for mutual Improvement, which we call’d the Junto. We met on Friday Eve nings. The Rules I drew up, requir’d that every Member in his Turn should produce one or more Queries on any Point of Morals, Politics or Natu ral Philosophy, to be discuss’d by the Com pany, and once in three Months produce and read an Essay of his own Writing on any Subject he pleased. Our Debates were to be under the Direction of a President, and to be conducted in the sincere Spirit of Enquiry after Truth, without fondness for Dispute, or Desire of Vic- tory; and to prevent Warmth, all expressions of Positiveness7 in Opinion, or of direct Contradiction, were after some time made contraband and prohibited under small pecuniary Penalties. The "rst Members were, Joseph Breintnall, a Copier of Deeds for the Scriveners; a good- natur’d friendly middle- ag’d Man, a great Lover of Poetry, reading all he could meet with, and writing some that was tolerable; very ingenious in many little Nicknackeries, and of sensible Conversation.8 Thomas Godfrey, a self- taught Mathematician, great in his Way, and afterwards Inventor of what is now call’d Hadley’s Quadrant.9 But he knew little out of his way, and was not a pleasing Com- panion, as like most Great Mathematicians I have met with, he expected unusual Precision in every thing said, or was forever denying or distinguish- ing upon Trides, to the Disturbance of all Conversation. He soon left us. Nicholas Scull,1 a Surveyor, afterwards Surveyor- General, Who lov’d Books, and sometimes made a few Verses. William Parsons, bred a Shoemaker, but loving Reading, had acquir’d a considerable Share of Mathe matics, which he "rst studied with a View to Astrology that he afterwards laughed at. He also became Surveyor General.2 William Maugridge, a Joiner,3 and a most exquisite Mechanic, and a solid sensible Man. Hugh Meredith, Stephen Potts, and George Webb, I have Characteris’d before. Robert Grace,4 a young Gentleman of some Fortune, generous, lively and witty, a Lover of Punning and of his Friends. And William Coleman, then a Merchant’s Clerk, about my Age, who had the coolest clearest Head, the best Heart, and the exact- est Morals, of almost any Man I ever met with. He became afterwards a Merchant of great Note, and one of our Provincial Judges: Our Friendship continued without Interruption to his Death, upwards of 40 Years.5 And the Club continu’d almost as long and was the best School of Philosophy, Mor- als and Politics that then existed in the Province; for our Queries which were read the Week preceding their Discussion, put us on reading with Attention upon the several Subjects, that we might speak more to the purpose: and here too we acquired better Habits of Conversation, every- thing being studied in our Rules which might prevent our disgusting each other. From hence the long Continuance of the Club, which I shall have

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6. A book, of large size, with the main text in twelve- point type and the notes in ten- point type. 7. I.e., of type, returning letters to their cases so they may be used again. 8. Locked the type into its form and readied it

for printing. 9. A confused pile. 1. The American Weekly Mercury. 2. From February 4, 1728, to September  25, 1729.

frequent Occasion to speak farther of hereafter; But my giving this Account of it here, is to show something of the Interest I had, every one of these exerting themselves in recommending Business to us.

Breintnall particularly procur’d us from the Quakers, the Printing 40 Sheets of their History, the rest being to be done by Keimer: and upon this we work’d exceeding hard, for the Price was low. It was a Folio, Pro Patria Size, in Pica with Long Primer Notes.6 I compos’d of it a Sheet a Day, and Meredith work’d it off at Press. It was often 11 at Night and sometimes later, before I had "nish’d my Distribution7 for the next day’s Work: For the little Jobs sent in by our other Friends now and then put us back. But so determin’d I was to continue doing a Sheet a Day of the Folio, that one Night when having impos’d my Forms,8 I thought my Day’s Work over, one of them by accident was broken and two Pages reduc’d to Pie,9 I immediately distrib- uted and compos’d it over again before I went to bed. And this Industry vis- i ble to our Neighbors began to give us Character and Credit; particularly I was told, that mention being made of the new Printing Of"ce at the Mer- chants’ Every- night- Club, the general Opinion was that it must fail, there being already two Printers in the Place, Keimer and Bradford; but Doctor Baird (whom you and I saw many Years after at his native Place, St. Andrews in Scotland) gave a contrary Opinion; for the Industry of that Franklin, says he, is superior to anything I ever saw of the kind: I see him still at work when I go home from Club; and he is at Work again before his Neighbors are out of bed. This struck the rest, and we soon after had Offers from one of them to supply us with Stationery. But as yet we did not choose to engage in Shop Business.

I mention this Industry the more particularly and the more freely, tho’ it seems to be talking in my own Praise, that those of my Posterity who shall read it, may know the Use of that Virtue, when they see its Effects in my Favor throughout this Relation.

George Webb, who had found a Friend that lent him wherewith to pur- chase his Time of Keimer, now came to offer himself as a Journeyman to us. We could not then employ him, but I foolishly let him know, as a Secret, that I soon intended to begin a Newspaper, and might then have Work for him. My Hopes of Success as I told him were founded on this, that the then only Newspaper,1 printed by Bradford was a paltry thing, wretchedly manag’d, no way entertaining; and yet was pro"table to him. I therefore thought a good Paper could scarcely fail of good Encouragement. I requested Webb not to mention it, but he told it to Keimer, who immediately, to be beforehand with me, published Proposals for Printing one himself, on which Webb was to be employ’d. I resented this, and to counteract them, as I could not yet begin our Paper, I wrote several Pieces of Entertainment for Bradford’s Paper, under the Title of the Busy Body which Breintnall continu’d some Months.2 By this means the Attention of the Public was "x’d on that Paper, and

3. Franklin took over Keimer’s The Universal Instructor in All Arts and Sciences: and Pennsyl- vania Gazette in October 1729 and shortened the name to the Pennsylvania Gazette. 4. See n. 2, p. 488. 5. I.e., the Pennsylvania Assembly.

6. See n. 4, p. 493. 7. “I got his Son once £500” [Franklin’s note]. Franklin was able to get the legislature to pay Governor James Hamilton his salary when they were at odds with him.

Keimer’s Proposals which we burlesqu’d and ridicul’d, were disregarded. He began his Paper however, and after carry ing it on three Quarters of a Year, with at most only 90 Subscribers, he offer’d it to me for a Tride, and I hav- ing been ready some time to go on with it, took it in hand directly, and it prov’d in a few Years extremely pro"table to me.3

I perceive that I am apt to speak in the singular Number, though our Part- nership still continu’d. The Reason may be, that in fact the whole Manage- ment of the Business lay upon me. Meredith was no Compositor, a poor Pressman, and seldom sober. My Friends lamented my Connection with him, but I was to make the best of it.

Our "rst Papers made a quite dif fer ent Appearance from any before in the Province, a better Type and better printed: but some spirited Remarks of my Writing on the Dispute then going on between Governor Burnet4 and the Mas sa chu setts Assembly, struck the principal People, occasion’d the Paper and the Man ag er of it to be much talk’d of, and in a few Weeks brought them all to be our Subscribers. Their Example was follow’d by many, and our Number went on growing continually. This was one of the "rst good Effects of my having learned a little to scribble. Another was, that the lead- ing Men, seeing a Newspaper now in the hands of one who could also handle a Pen, thought it con ve nient to oblige and encourage me. Bradford still printed the Votes and Laws and other Public Business. He had printed an Address of the House5 to the Governor in a coarse blundering manner; We reprinted it elegantly and correctly, and sent one to every Member. They were sensible of the Difference, it strengthen’d the Hands of our Friends in the House, and they voted us their Printers for the Year ensuing.

Among my Friends in the House I must not forget Mr. Hamilton before- mentioned,6 who was then returned from Eng land and had a Seat in it. He interested himself7 for me strongly in that Instance, as he did in many others afterwards, continuing his Patronage till his Death. Mr. Vernon about this time put me in mind of the Debt I ow’d him: but did not press me. I wrote him an ingenuous Letter of Acknowl edgments, crav’d his Forbearance a little longer which he allow’d me, and as soon as I was able I paid the Principal with Interest and many Thanks. So that Erratum was in some degree corrected.

But now another Dif"culty came upon me, which I had never the least Reason to expect. Mr. Meredith’s Father, who was to have paid for our Printing- House according to the Expectations given me, was able to advance only one Hundred Pounds, Currency, which had been paid, and a Hundred more was due to the Merchant; who grew impatient and su’d us all. We gave Bail, but saw that if the Money could not be rais’d in time, the Suit must come to a Judgment and Execution, and our hopeful Prospects must with us be ruined, as the Press and Letters must be sold for Payment, perhaps at half- Price. In this Distress two true Friends whose Kindness I have never

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8. In the Pennsylvania Gazette, May 6 and 13, 1732. 9. More accurately, July 14, 1730. 1. Destroyed. In 1723, paper money had become so scarce that the Assembly issued new money

secured by real estate mortgages; when the mort- gages were paid off, the bills were “sunk.” But by 1729, the value of the currency was so low that the money was recalled before the mortgages were paid.

forgotten nor ever shall forget while I can remember anything, came to me separately unknown to each other, and without any Application from me, offering each of them to advance me all the Money that should be necessary to enable me to take the whole Business upon myself if that should be prac- ticable, but they did not like my continuing the Partnership with Meredith, who as they said was often seen drunk in the Streets, and playing at low Games in Alehouses, much to our Discredit. These two Friends were William Coleman and Robert Grace.

I told them I could not propose a Separation while any Prospect remain’d of the Merediths ful"lling their Part of our Agreement. Because I thought myself under great Obligations to them for what they had done and would do if they could. But if they " nally fail’d in their Per for mance, and our Part- nership must be dissolv’d, I should then think myself at Liberty to accept the Assistance of my Friends. Thus the matter rested for some time. When I said to my Partner, perhaps your Father is dissatis"ed at the Part you have undertaken in this Affair of ours, and is unwilling to advance for you and me what he would for you alone: If that is the Case, tell me, and I will resign the whole to you and go about my Business. No— says he, my Father has really been disappointed and is really unable; and I am unwilling to distress him farther. I see this is a Business I am not "t for. I was bred a Farmer, and it was a Folly in me to come to Town and put myself at 30 Years of Age an Apprentice to learn a new Trade. Many of our Welsh People are going to settle in North Carolina where Land is cheap: I am inclin’d to go with them, and follow my old Employment. You may "nd Friends to assist you. If you will take the Debts of the Com pany upon you, return to my Father the hundred Pound he has advanc’d, pay my little personal Debts, and give me Thirty Pounds and a new Saddle, I will relinquish the Partnership and leave the whole in your Hands. I agreed to this Proposal. It was drawn up in Writing, sign’d and seal’d immediately. I gave him what he demanded and he went soon after to Carolina; from whence he sent me next Year two long Letters, containing the best Account that had been given of that Country, the Climate, Soil, Husbandry, etc., for in those Matters he was very judicious. I printed them in the Papers,8 and they gave great Satisfac- tion to the Public.

As soon as he was gone, I recurr’d to my two Friends; and because I would not give an unkind Preference to either, I took half what each had offered and I wanted, of one, and half of the other; paid off the Com pany Debts, and went on with the Business in my own Name, advertising that the Part- nership was dissolved. I think this was in or about the Year 1729.9

About this Time there was a Cry among the People for more Paper- Money, only 15,000 Pounds being extant in the Province and that soon to be sunk.1 The wealthy Inhabitants oppos’d any Addition, being against all Paper Cur- rency, from an Apprehension that it would depreciate as it had done in New Eng land to the Prejudice of all Creditors. We had discuss’d this Point in our

2. Signs. 3. A Modest Inquiry into the Nature and Neces- sity of a Paper Currency (April 3, 1729). 4. Franklin received the contract to print money in 1731. 5. I.e., for Delaware, which had a separate legis-

lature but the same proprietary governor as Pennsylvania. 6. In July 1730. 7. Inexpensive paper pamphlets. 8. Thomas Whitmarsh (d. 1733) moved to South Carolina the next year.

Junto, where I was on the Side of an Addition, being persuaded that the "rst small Sum struck in 1723 had done much good, by increasing the Trade, Employment, and Number of Inhabitants in the Province, since I now saw all the old Houses inhabited, and many new ones building, where as I remember’d well, that when I "rst walk’d about the Streets of Philadelphia, eating my Roll, I saw most of the Houses in Walnut Street between Second and Front Streets with Bills2 on their Doors, to be let; and many likewise in Chestnut Street, and other Streets; which made me then think the Inhabit- ants of the City were one after another deserting it. Our Debates possess’d me so fully of the Subject, that I wrote and printed an anonymous Pamphlet on it, entitled, The Nature and Necessity of a Paper Currency.3 It was well receiv’d by the common People in general; but the Rich Men dislik’d it; for it increas’d and strengthen’d the Clamor for more Money; and they happen- ing to have no Writers among them that were able to answer it, their Oppo- sition slacken’d, and the Point was carried by a Majority in the House. My Friends there, who conceiv’d I had been of some Ser vice, thought "t to reward me, by employing me in printing the Money,4 a very pro"table Job, and a great Help to me. This was another Advantage gain’d by my being able to write. The Utility of this Currency became by Time and Experience so evident, as never afterwards to be much disputed, so that it grew soon to 55,000 Pounds, and in 1739 to 80,000 Pounds, since which it arose during War to upwards of 350,000 Pounds— Trade, Building and Inhabitants all the while increasing. Tho’ I now think there are Limits beyond which the Quan- tity may be hurtful.

I soon after obtain’d, thro’ my Friend Hamilton, the Printing of the New Castle Paper Money,5 another pro"table Job, as I then thought it; small Things appearing great to those in small Circumstances. And these to me were really great Advantages, as they were great Encouragements. He pro- cured me also the Printing of the Laws and Votes of that Government which continu’d in my Hands as long as I follow’d the Business.

I now open’d a little Stationer’s Shop.6 I had in it Blanks of all Sorts the correctest that ever appear’d among us, being assisted in that by my Friend Breintnall; I had also Paper, Parchment, Chapmen’s Books,7 etc. One Whit- marsh a Compositor I had known in London, an excellent Workman now came to me and work’d with me constantly and diligently,8 and I took an Apprentice the Son of Aquila Rose. I began now gradually to pay off the Debt I was under for the Printing- House. In order to secure my Credit and Char- acter as a Tradesman, I took care not only to be in Real ity Industrious and frugal, but to avoid all Appearances of the contrary. I dressed plainly; I was seen at no Places of idle Diversion; I never went out a- "shing or shooting; a Book, indeed, sometimes debauch’d me from my Work; but that was seldom, snug, and gave no Scandal: and to show that I was not above my Business, I sometimes brought home the Paper I purchas’d at the Stores, thro’ the Streets on a Wheelbarrow. Thus being esteem’d an industrious thriving

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9. I.e., the postal riders, or carriers. Franklin bribed them to have his papers delivered on the same day as Andrew Bradford’s. 1. Franklin succeeded Bradford as postmaster

of Philadelphia in October 1737. 2. Franklin’s expectations were not unusual: marriage arrangements often hinged on agree- able "nancial considerations.

young Man, and paying duly for what I bought, the Merchants who imported Stationery solicited my Custom, others propos’d supplying me with Books, and I went on swimmingly. In the mean time Keimer’s Credit and Business declining daily, he was at last forc’d to sell his Printing- House to satisfy his Creditors. He went to Barbados, and there lived some Years, in very poor Circumstances.

His Apprentice David Harry, whom I had instructed while I work’d with him, set up in his Place at Philadelphia, having bought his Materials. I was at "rst apprehensive of a power ful Rival in Harry, as his Friends were very able, and had a good deal of Interest. I therefore propos’d a Partnership to him; which he, fortunately for me, rejected with Scorn. He was very proud, dress’d like a Gentleman, liv’d expensively, took much Diversion and Plea- sure abroad, ran in debt, and neglected his Business, upon which all Busi- ness left him; and "nding nothing to do, he follow’d Keimer to Barbados; taking the Printing- House with him. There this Apprentice employ’d his for- mer Master as a Journeyman. They quarrel’d often. Harry went continually behind- hand, and at length was forc’d to sell his Types, and return to his Country Work in Pennsylvania. The Person that bought them employ’d Keimer to use them, but in a few years he died. There remain’d now no Com- petitor with me at Philadelphia, but the old one, Bradford, who was rich and easy, did a little Printing now and then by straggling Hands, but was not very anxious about the Business. However, as he kept the Post Of"ce, it was imagined he had better Opportunities of obtaining News, his Paper was thought a better Distributer of Advertisements than mine, and therefore had many more, which was a pro"table thing to him and a Disadvantage to me. For tho’ I did indeed receive and send Papers by the Post, yet the public Opinion was other wise; for what I did send was by Bribing the Riders9 who took them privately: Bradford being unkind enough to forbid it: which occasion’d some Resentment on my Part; and I thought so meanly of him for it, that when I afterwards came into his Situation,1 I took care never to imitate it.

I had hitherto continu’d to board with Godfrey who lived in Part of my House with his Wife and Children, and had one Side of the Shop for his Glazier’s Business, tho’ he work’d little, being always absorb’d in his Mathe- matics. Mrs. Godfrey projected a Match for me with a Relation’s Daughter, took Opportunities of bringing us often together, till a serious Courtship on my Part ensu’d, the Girl being in herself very deserving. The old Folks encourag’d me by continual Invitations to Supper, and by leaving us together, till at length it was time to explain. Mrs. Godfrey manag’d our little Treaty. I let her know that I expected as much Money with their Daughter as would pay off my Remaining Debt for the Printing- House, which I believe was not then above a Hundred Pounds.2 She brought me Word they had no such Sum to spare. I said they might mortgage their House in the Loan Of"ce. The Answer to this after some Days was, that they did not approve the Match; that on Enquiry of Bradford they had been inform’d the Printing Business

3. I.e., syphilis. 4. Because there was no proof that John Rogers, Deborah Read’s "rst husband, was dead, she and

Franklin entered into a common- law marriage without civil ceremony.

was not a pro"table one, the Types would soon be worn out and more wanted, that S. Keimer and D. Harry had fail’d one after the other, and I should prob ably soon follow them; and therefore I was forbidden the House, and the Daughter shut up.

Whether this was a real Change of Sentiment, or only Arti"ce, on a Supposition of our being too far engag’d in Affection to retract, and there- fore that we should steal a Marriage, which would leave them at Liberty to give or withhold what they pleas’d, I know not: But I suspected the latter, resented it, and went no more. Mrs. Godfrey brought me afterwards some more favorable Accounts of their Disposition, and would have drawn me on again: But I declared absolutely my Resolution to have nothing more to do with that Family. This was resented by the Godfreys, we differ’d, and they removed, leaving me the whole House, and I resolved to take no more Inmates. But this Affair having turn’d my Thoughts to Marriage, I look’d round me, and made Overtures of Acquaintance in other Places; but soon found that the Business of a Printer being generally thought a poor one, I was not to expect Money with a Wife unless with such a one, as I should not other wise think agreeable. In the mean time, that hard- to- be- govern’d Passion of Youth, had hurried me frequently into Intrigues with low Women that fell in my Way, which were attended with some Expense and great Incon ve nience, besides a continual Risk to my Health by a Distemper3 which of all Things I dreaded, tho’ by great good Luck I escaped it.

A friendly Correspondence as Neighbors and old Acquaintances, had con- tinued between me and Mrs. Read’s Family who all had a Regard for me from the time of my "rst Lodging in their House. I was often invited there and consulted in their Affairs, wherein I sometimes was of Ser vice. I pitied poor Miss Read’s unfortunate Situation, who was generally dejected, seldom cheerful, and avoided Com pany. I consider’d my Giddiness and Inconstancy when in London as in a great degree the Cause of her Unhappiness; tho’ the Mother was good enough to think the Fault more her own than mine, as she had prevented our Marrying before I went thither, and persuaded the other Match in my Absence. Our mutual Affection was revived, but there were now great Objections to our Union. That Match was indeed look’d upon as invalid, a preceding Wife being said to be living in Eng land; but this could not easily be prov’d, because of the Distance, etc. And tho’ there was a Report of his Death, it was not certain. Then, tho’ it should be true, he had left many Debts which his Successor might be call’d upon to pay. We ventured however, over all these Dif"culties, and I took her to Wife Sept. 1, 1730.4 None of the Inconveniencies happened that we had apprehended, she prov’d a good and faithful Helpmate, assisted me much by attending the Shop, we throve together, and have ever mutually endeavor’d to make each other happy. Thus I corrected that great Erratum as well as I could.

About this Time our Club meeting, not at a Tavern, but in a little Room of Mr. Grace’s set apart for that Purpose; a Proposition was made by me, that since our Books were often referr’d to in our Disquisitions upon the Queries, it might be con ve nient to us to have them all together where we

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1. Franklin wrote the second part of his auto- biography at the Hôtel de Valentenois, in Passy, a Paris suburb. He had been sent to Paris as one of the American representatives for the peace treaty that of"cially ended the war with Britain on September 3, 1783. Franklin remained in Paris until July 1785, when Thomas Jefferson succeeded him as a minister for trade agreements.

2. A Quaker merchant in Philadelphia (c. 1726– 1790). 3. James wrote his letter in 1782, when Britain was still at war with the colonies. 4. Franklin’s outline for his Autobiography, written in 1771; reprinted in the Yale University edition (1964).

met, that upon Occasion they might be consulted; and by thus clubbing our Books to a common Library, we should, while we lik’d to keep them together, have each of us the Advantage of using the Books of all the other Members, which would be nearly as bene"cial as if each owned the whole. It was lik’d and agreed to, and we "ll’d one End of the Room with such Books as we could best spare. The Number was not so great as we expected; and tho’ they had been of great Use, yet some Inconveniencies occurring for want of due Care of them, the Collection after about a Year was separated, and each took his Books home again.

And now I set on foot my "rst Proj ect of a public Nature, that for a Sub- scription Library. I drew up the Proposals, got them put into Form by our great Scrivener Brockden, and by the help of my Friends in the Junto, procur’d Fifty Subscribers of 40 Shillings each to begin with and 10 Shil- lings a Year for 50 Years, the Term our Com pany was to continue. We after- wards obtain’d a Charter, the Com pany being increas’d to 100. This was the Mother of all the North American Subscription Libraries now so numerous. It is become a great thing itself, and continually increasing. These Libraries have improv’d the general Conversation of the Americans, made the com- mon Tradesmen and Farmers as intelligent as most Gentlemen from other Countries, and perhaps have contributed in some degree to the Stand so generally made throughout the Colonies in Defense of their Privileges.

Memo. Thus far was written with the Intention express’d in the Beginning

and therefore contains several little family Anecdotes of no Importance to others. What follows was written many Years after in compliance with the Advice contain’d in these Letters, and accordingly intended for the Public. The Affairs of the Revolution occasion’d the Interruption.

[Part Two]1

letter from mr. abel james,2 with notes on my life, (received in paris)

My dear and honored Friend. I have often been desirous of writing to thee, but could not be

reconciled to the Thought that the Letter might fall into the Hands of the British,3 lest some Printer or busy Body should publish some Part of the Contents and give our Friends Pain and myself Censure.

Some Time since there fell into my Hands to my great Joy about 23 Sheets in thy own handwriting containing an Account of the Parentage and Life of thyself, directed to thy Son ending in the Year 1730 with which there were Notes4 likewise in thy writing, a Copy of which I enclose in Hopes it may be a means if thou continuedst it up to a later

5. En glish politician, the wealthy son (1751– 1835) of a West Indies merchant and Maine mother; during the Paris peace talks, unof"cial

emissary between the British prime minister Lord Shelburne (1737–1805; in of"ce 1782–83) and Franklin.

period, that the "rst and latter part may be put together; and if it is not yet continued, I hope thou wilt not delay it. Life is uncertain as the Preacher tells us, and what will the World say if kind, humane and benev- olent Ben Franklin should leave his Friends and the World deprived of so pleasing and pro"table a Work, a Work which would be useful and entertaining not only to a few, but to millions.

The Induence Writings under that Class have on the Minds of Youth is very great, and has no where appeared so plain as in our public Friends’ Journals. It almost insensibly leads the Youth into the Resolution of endeavoring to become as good and as eminent as the Journalist. Should thine for Instance when published, and I think it could not fail of it, lead the Youth to equal the Industry and Temperance of thy early Youth, what a Blessing with that Class would such a Work be. I know of no Character living nor many of them put together, who has so much in his Power as Thyself to promote a greater Spirit of Industry and early Attention to Business, Frugality and Temperance with the American Youth. Not that I think the Work would have no other Merit and Use in the World, far from it, but the "rst is of such vast Importance, that I know nothing that can equal it.

The foregoing letter and the minutes accompanying it being shown to a friend, I received from him the following:

letter from mr. benjamin vaughan5

My Dearest Sir, Paris, January 31, 1783. When I had read over your sheets of minutes of the principal incidents

of your life, recovered for you by your Quaker acquaintance; I told you I would send you a letter expressing my reasons why I thought it would be useful to complete and publish it as he desired. Vari ous concerns have for some time past prevented this letter being written, and I do not know whether it was worth any expectation: happening to be at leisure however at pres ent, I shall by writing at least interest and instruct myself; but as the terms I am inclined to use may tend to offend a person of your manners, I shall only tell you how I would address any other person, who was as good and as great as yourself, but less dif"dent. I would say to him, Sir, I solicit the history of your life from the following motives.

Your history is so remarkable, that if you do not give it, somebody else will certainly give it; and perhaps so as nearly to do as much harm, as your own management of the thing might do good.

It will moreover pres ent a table of the internal circumstances of your country, which will very much tend to invite to it settlers of virtuous and manly minds. And considering the eagerness with which such informa- tion is sought by them, and the extent of your reputation, I do not know of a more ef"cacious advertisement than your Biography would give.

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6. The Roman statesman historian Gaius Julius Caesar (100–44 b.c.e.) and Publius Cornelius Tacitus (c. 56 c.e.– c. 120). 7. Vaughan is referring to Franklin’s intention to write “a little work for the bene"t of youth” to be

called The Art of Virtue. Part Two of the Auto- biography is, in part, a response to Vaughan’s reminder. 8. Make our decision.

All that has happened to you is also connected with the detail of the manners and situation of a rising people; and in this re spect I do not think that the writings of Caesar and Tacitus6 can be more in ter est ing to a true judge of human nature and society.

But these, Sir, are small reasons in my opinion, compared with the chance which your life will give for the forming of future great men; and in conjunction with your Art of Virtue,7 (which you design to pub- lish) of improving the features of private character, and consequently of aiding all happiness both public and domestic.

The two works I allude to, Sir, will in par tic u lar give a noble rule and example of self- education. School and other education constantly pro- ceed upon false princi ples, and show a clumsy apparatus pointed at a false mark; but your apparatus is simple, and the mark a true one; and while parents and young persons are left destitute of other just means of estimating and becoming prepared for a reasonable course in life, your discovery that the thing is in many a man’s private power, will be invaluable!

Induence upon the private character late in life, is not only an indu- ence late in life, but a weak induence. It is in youth that we plant our chief habits and prejudices; it is in youth that we take our party8 as to profession, pursuits, and matrimony. In youth therefore the turn is given; in youth the education even of the next generation is given; in youth the private and public character is determined: and the term of life extending from youth to age, life ought to begin well from youth; and more especially before we take our party as to our principal objects.

But your Biography will not merely teach self- education, but the edu- cation of a wise man; and the wisest man will receive lights and improve his pro gress, by seeing detailed the conduct of another wise man. And why are weaker men to be deprived of such helps, when we see our race has been blundering on in the dark, almost without a guide in this par- tic u lar, from the farthest trace of time. Show then, Sir, how much is to be done, both to sons and fathers; and invite all wise men to become like yourself; and other men to become wise.

When we see how cruel statesmen and warriors can be to the humble race, and how absurd distinguished men can be to their acquaintance, it will be instructive to observe the instances multiply of paci"c acqui- escing manners; and to "nd how compatible it is to be great and domes- tic; enviable and yet good- humored.

The little private incidents which you will also have to relate, will have considerable use, as we want above all things, rules of prudence in ordi- nary affairs; and it will be curious to see how you have acted in these. It will be so far a sort of key to life, and explain many things that all men ought to have once explained to them, to give them a chance of becom- ing wise by foresight.

The nearest thing to having experience of one’s own, is to have other people’s affairs brought before us in a shape that is in ter est ing; this is sure to happen from your pen. Your affairs and management will have an air of simplicity or importance that will not fail to strike; and I am convinced you have conducted them with as much originality as if you had been conducting discussions in politics or philosophy; and what more worthy of experiments and system, (its importance and its errors considered) than human life!

Some men have been virtuous blindly, others have speculated fantas- tically, and others have been shrewd to bad purposes; but you, Sir, I am sure, will give under your hand, nothing but what is at the same moment, wise, practical, and good.

Your account of yourself (for I suppose the parallel I am drawing for Dr. Franklin, will hold not only in point of character but of private history), will show that you are ashamed of no origin; a thing the more impor tant, as you prove how little necessary all origin is to happi- ness, virtue, or greatness.

As no end likewise happens without a means, so we shall "nd, Sir, that even you yourself framed a plan by which you became considerable; but at the same time we may see that though the event is dattering, the means are as simple as wisdom could make them; that is, depending upon nature, virtue, thought, and habit.

Another thing demonstrated will be the propriety of every man’s waiting for his time for appearing upon the stage of the world. Our sensations being very much "xed to the moment, we are apt to forget that more moments are to follow the "rst, and consequently that man should arrange his conduct so as to suit the whole of a life. Your attri- bution appears to have been applied to your life, and the passing moments of it have been enlivened with content and enjoyment, instead of being tormented with foolish impatience or regrets. Such a conduct is easy for those who make virtue and themselves their standard, and who try to keep themselves in countenance by examples of other truly great men, of whom patience is so often the characteristic.

Your Quaker correspondent, Sir (for here again I will suppose the subject of my letter resembling Dr. Franklin,) praised your frugality, diligence, and temperance, which he considered as a pattern for all youth: but it is singular that he should have forgotten your modesty, and your disinterestedness, without which you never could have waited for your advancement, or found your situation in the mean time com- fortable; which is a strong lesson to show the poverty of glory, and the importance of regulating our minds.

If this correspondent had known the nature of your reputation as well as I do, he would have said; your former writings and mea sures would secure attention to your Biography, and Art of Virtue; and your Biography and Art of Virtue, in return, would secure attention to them. This is an advantage attendant upon a vari ous character, and which brings all that belongs to it into greater play; and it is the more useful, as perhaps more persons are at a loss for the means of improving their minds and characters, than they are for the time or the inclination to do it.

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But there is one concluding redection, Sir, that will show the use of your life as a mere piece of biography. This style of writing seems a little gone out of vogue, and yet it is a very useful one; and your specimen of it may be particularly ser viceable, as it will make a subject of comparison with the lives of vari ous public cut- throats and intriguers, and with absurd monastic self- tormentors, or vain literary triders. If it encourages more writings of the same kind with your own, and induces more men to spend lives "t to be written; it will be worth all Plutarch’s Lives9 put together.

But being tired of "guring to myself a character of which every feature suits only one man in the world, without giving him the praise of it; I shall end my letter, my dear Dr. Franklin, with a personal application to your proper self.

I am earnestly desirous then, my dear Sir, that you should let the world into the traits of your genuine character, as civil broils may other wise tend to disguise or traduce it. Considering your great age, the caution of your character, and your peculiar style of thinking, it is not likely that any one besides yourself can be suf"ciently master of the facts of your life, or the intentions of your mind.

Besides all this, the im mense revolution of the pres ent period, will necessarily turn our attention towards the author of it; and when virtu- ous princi ples have been pretended in it, it will be highly impor tant to show that such have really induenced; and, as your own character will be the principal one to receive a scrutiny, it is proper (even for its effects upon your vast and rising country, as well as upon Eng land and upon Eu rope), that it should stand respectable and eternal. For the further- ance of human happiness, I have always maintained that it is necessary to prove that man is not even at pres ent a vicious and detestable ani- mal; and still more to prove that good management may greatly amend him; and it is for much the same reason, that I am anxious to see the opinion established, that there are fair characters existing among the individuals of the race; for the moment that all men, without exception, shall be conceived abandoned, good people will cease efforts deemed to be hopeless, and perhaps think of taking their share in the scramble of life, or at least of making it comfortable principally for themselves.

Take then, my dear Sir, this work most speedily into hand: show your- self good as you are good, temperate as you are temperate; and above all things, prove yourself as one who from your infancy have loved jus- tice, liberty, and concord, in a way that has made it natu ral and consis- tent for you to have acted, as we have seen you act in the last seventeen years of your life. Let En glishmen be made not only to re spect, but even to love you. When they think well of individuals in your native country, they will go nearer to thinking well of your country; and when your countrymen see themselves well thought of by En glishmen, they will go nearer to thinking well of Eng land. Extend your views even further; do not stop at those who speak the En glish tongue, but after having set- tled so many points in nature and politics, think of bettering the whole race of men.

9. See 1st n. 7, p. 474.

As I have not read any part of the life in question, but know only the character that lived it, I write somewhat at hazard. I am sure however, that the life, and the treatise I allude to (on the Art of Virtue), will nec- essarily full"l the chief of my expectations; and still more so if you take up the mea sure of suiting these per for mances to the several views above stated. Should they even prove unsuccessful in all that a sanguine admirer of yours hopes from them, you will at least have framed pieces to interest the human mind; and whoever gives a feeling of plea sure that is innocent to man, has added so much to the fair side of a life other- wise too much darkened by anxiety, and too much injured by pain.

In the hope therefore that you will listen to the prayer addressed to you in this letter, I beg to subscribe myself, my dearest Sir, etc., etc.

Signed Benj. Vaughan.

continuation of the account of my life. begun at passy, 1784

It is some time since I receiv’d the above Letters, but I have been too busy till now to think of complying with the Request they contain. It might too be much better done if I were at home among my Papers, which would aid my Memory, and help to ascertain Dates. But my Return being uncertain, and having just now a little Leisure, I will endeavor to recollect and write what I can; if I live to get home, it may there be corrected and improv’d.

Not having any Copy here of what is already written, I know not whether an Account is given of the means I used to establish the Philadelphia public Library, which from a small Beginning is now become so considerable, though I remember to have come down to near the Time of that Transac- tion, 1730. I will therefore begin here, with an Account of it, which may be struck out if found to have been already given.

At the time I establish’d myself in Pennsylvania, there was not a good Bookseller’s Shop in any of the Colonies to the Southward of Boston. In New York and Philadelphia the Printers were indeed Stationers, they sold only Paper, etc., Almanacs, Ballads, and a few common School Books. Those who lov’d Reading were oblig’d to send for their Books from Eng land. The Mem- bers of the Junto had each a few. We had left the Alehouse where we "rst met, and hired a Room to hold our Club in. I propos’d that we should all of us bring our Books to that Room, where they would not only be ready to consult in our Conferences, but become a common Bene"t, each of us being at Liberty to borrow such as he wish’d to read at home. This was accord- ingly done, and for some time contented us. Finding the Advantage of this little Collection, I propos’d to render the Bene"t from Books more common by commencing a Public Subscription Library. I drew a Sketch of the Plan and Rules that would be necessary, and got a skillful Conveyancer Mr. Charles Brockden1 to put the whole in Form of Articles of Agreement to be sub- scribed, by which each Subscriber engag’d to pay a certain Sum down for the "rst Purchase of Books and an annual Contribution for increasing them.

1. Philadelphia’s leading drafter of legal documents (1683–1769). “Conveyancer”: an attorney who specializes in the transfer of real estate and property.

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2. Franklin had three children: William, born c. 1731; Francis, born in 1732; and Sarah, born in 1743. 3. Proverbs 22.29.

So few were the Readers at that time in Philadelphia, and the Majority of us so poor, that I was not able with great Industry to "nd more than Fifty Persons, mostly young Tradesmen, willing to pay down for this purpose Forty shillings each, and Ten Shillings per Annum. On this little Fund we began. The Books were imported. The Library was open one Day in the Week for lending them to the Subscribers, on their Promissory Notes to pay Double the Value if not duly returned. The Institution soon manifested its Utility, was imitated by other Towns and in other Provinces, the Libraries were aug- mented by Donations, Reading became fash ion able, and our People having no public Amusements to divert their Attention from Study became better acquainted with Books, and in a few Years were observ’d by Strangers to be better instructed and more intelligent than People of the same Rank generally are in other Countries.

When we were about to sign the above- mentioned Articles, which were to be binding on us, our Heirs, etc., for "fty Years, Mr. Brockden, the Scrivener, said to us, “You are young Men, but it is scarce probable that any of you will live to see the Expiration of the Term "x’d in this Instrument.” A Number of us, however, are yet living: But the Instrument was after a few Years rendered null by a Charter that incorporated and gave Perpetuity to the Com pany.

The Objections, and Reluctances I met with in Soliciting the Subscrip- tions, made me soon feel the Impropriety of presenting oneself as the Pro- poser of any useful Proj ect that might be suppos’d to raise one’s Reputation in the smallest degree above that of one’s Neighbors, when one has need of their Assistance to accomplish that Proj ect. I therefore put myself as much as I could out of sight, and stated it as a Scheme of a Number of Friends, who had requested me to go about and propose it to such as they thought Lovers of Reading. In this way my Affair went on more smoothly, and I ever after practic’d it on such Occasions; and from my frequent Successes, can heartily recommend it. The pres ent little Sacri"ce of your Vanity will after- wards be amply repaid. If it remains a while uncertain to whom the Merit belongs, someone more vain than yourself will be encourag’d to claim it, and then even Envy will be dispos’d to do you Justice, by plucking those assum’d Feathers, and restoring them to their right Owner.

This Library afforded me the Means of Improvement by constant Study, for which I set apart an Hour or two each Day; and thus repair’d in some Degree the Loss of the Learned Education my Father once intended for me. Reading was the only Amusement I allow’d myself. I spent no time in Taverns, Games, or Frolics of any kind. And my Industry in my Business continu’d as indefatigable as it was necessary. I was in debt for my Printing- House, I had a young Family2 coming on to be educated, and I had to contend with for Business two Printers who were establish’d in the Place before me. My Circumstances however grew daily easier: my original Habits of Frugality continuing. And My Father having among his Instructions to me when a Boy, frequently repeated a Proverb of Solomon, “Seest thou a Man diligent in his Calling, he shall stand before Kings, he shall not stand before mean Men.”3 I from thence consider’d Industry as a Means of obtaining Wealth

4. Louis XV and Louis XVI of France (reigned 1715–74 and 1774–92, respectively), George II and George III of Eng land (reigned 1727–60 and 1760–1820, respectively), and Christian VI of Denmark (reigned 1730–46). 5. More commonly: “He that will thrive must ask leave of his wife.”

6. Small bowl. 7. I.e., porcelain. 8. Silver. 9. Punishment. “Election”: God’s determining who is to be saved and who is to be damned. 1. Small contribution.

and Distinction, which encourag’d me: tho’ I did not think that I should ever literally stand before Kings, which however has since happened; for I have stood before "ve,4 and even had the honor of sitting down with one, the King of Denmark, to Dinner.

We have an En glish Proverb that says,

He that would thrive Must ask his Wife,5

it was lucky for me that I had one as much dispos’d to Industry and Fru- gality as myself. She assisted me cheerfully in my Business, folding and stitching Pamphlets, tending Shop, purchasing old Linen Rags for the Paper- makers, etc., etc. We kept no idle Servants, our Table was plain and simple, our Furniture of the cheapest. For instance my Breakfast was a long time Bread and Milk, (no Tea,) and I ate it out of a two penny earthen Porringer6 with a Pewter Spoon. But mark how Luxury will enter Families, and make a Pro gress, in Spite of Princi ple. Being Call’d one Morning to Breakfast, I found it in a China7 Bowl with a Spoon of Silver. They had been bought for me without my Knowledge by my Wife, and had cost her the enormous Sum of three and twenty Shillings, for which she had no other Excuse or Apology to make, but that she thought her Husband deserv’d a Silver Spoon and China Bowl as well as any of his Neighbors. This was the "rst Appearance of Plate8 and China in our House, which afterwards in a Course of Years as our Wealth increas’d, augmented gradu- ally to several Hundred Pounds in Value.

I had been religiously educated as a Presbyterian, and tho’ some of the Dogmas of that Persuasion, such as the Eternal Decrees of God, Election, Reprobation,9 etc., appear’d to me unintelligible, others doubtful, and I early absented myself from the Public Assemblies of the Sect, Sunday being my Studying- Day, I never was without some religious Princi ples; I never doubted, for instance, the Existence of the Deity, that he made the World, and govern’d it by his Providence; that the most acceptable Ser vice of God was the doing Good to Man; that our Souls are immortal; and that all Crime will be pun- ished and Virtue rewarded either here or hereafter; these I esteem’d the Essentials of every Religion, and being to be found in all the Religions we had in our Country I respected them all, tho’ with dif fer ent degrees of Res pect as I found them more or less mix’d with other Articles which without any Ten- dency to inspire, promote or con"rm Morality, serv’d principally to divide us and make us unfriendly to one another. This Res pect to all, with an Opinion that the worst had some good Effects, induc’d me to avoid all Discourse that might tend to lessen the good Opinion another might have of his own Reli- gion; and as our Province increas’d in People and new Places of worship were continually wanted, and generally erected by voluntary Contribution, my Mite1 for such purpose, what ever might be the Sect, was never refused.

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2. A paraphrase of Philippians 4.8. 3. Only the "rst part of Franklin’s two- part Articles of Belief and Acts of Religion survives.

Tho’ I seldom attended any Public Worship, I had still an Opinion of its Propriety, and of its Utility when rightly conducted, and I regularly paid my annual Subscription for the Support of the only Presbyterian Minister or Meeting we had in Philadelphia. He us’d to visit me sometimes as a Friend, and admonish me to attend his Administrations, and I was now and then prevail’d on to do so, once for "ve Sundays successively. Had he been, in my Opinion, a good Preacher perhaps I might have continued, notwithstand- ing the occasion I had for the Sunday’s Leisure in my Course of Study: But his Discourses were chiedy either polemic Arguments, or Explications of the peculiar Doctrines of our Sect, and were all to me very dry, uninteresting and unedifying, since not a single moral Princi ple was inculcated or enforc’d, their Aim seeming to be rather to make us Presbyterians than good Citizens. At length he took for his Text that Verse of the 4th Chapter of Philippians, Fi nally, Brethren, Whatsoever Things are true, honest, just, pure, lovely, or of good report, if there be any virtue, or any praise, think on these Things;2 and I imagin’d in a Sermon on such a Text, we could not miss of having some Morality: But he con"n’d himself to "ve Points only as meant by the Apos- tle, viz., 1. Keeping holy the Sabbath Day. 2. Being diligent in Reading the Holy Scriptures. 3. Attending duly the Public Worship. 4. Partaking of the Sacrament. 5. Paying a due Res pect to God’s Ministers. These might be all good Things, but as they were not the kind of good Things that I expected from that Text, I despaired of ever meeting with them from any other, was disgusted, and attended his Preaching no more. I had some Years before compos’d a little Liturgy or Form of Prayer for my own private Use, viz., in 1728, entitled, Articles of Belief and Acts of Religion.3 I return’d to the Use of this, and went no more to the public Assemblies. My Conduct might be blameable, but I leave it without attempting farther to excuse it, my pres ent purpose being to relate Facts, and not to make Apologies for them.

It was about this time that I conceiv’d the bold and arduous Proj ect of arriving at moral Perfection. I wish’d to live without committing any Fault at anytime; I would conquer all that either Natu ral Inclination, Custom, or Com pany might lead me into. As I knew, or thought I knew, what was right and wrong, I did not see why I might not always do the one and avoid the other. But I soon found I had undertaken a Task of more Dif"culty than I had imagined: While my Care was employ’d in guarding against one Fault, I was often surpris’d by another. Habit took the Advantage of Inattention. Inclination was sometimes too strong for Reason. I concluded at length, that the mere speculative Conviction that it was our Interest to be completely virtuous, was not suf"cient to prevent our Slipping, and that the contrary Habits must be broken and good Ones acquired and established, before we can have any Dependence on a steady uniform Rectitude of Conduct. For this purpose I therefore contriv’d the following Method.

In the vari ous Enumerations of the moral Virtues I had met with in my Reading, I found the Cata log more or less numerous, as dif fer ent Writers included more or fewer Ideas under the same Name. Temperance, for Example, was by some con"n’d to Eating and Drinking, while by others it

was extended to mean the moderating every other Plea sure, Appetite, Incli- nation or Passion, bodily or mental, even to our Avarice and Ambition. I propos’d to myself, for the sake of Clearness, to use rather more Names with fewer Ideas annex’d to each, than a few Names with more Ideas; and I included after Thirteen Names of Virtues all that at that time occurr’d to me as necessary or desirable, and annex’d to each a short Precept, which fully express’d the Extent I gave to its Meaning.

These Names of Virtues with their Precepts were

1. Temperance. Eat not to Dullness. Drink not to Elevation.

2. Silence. Speak not but what may bene"t others or yourself. Avoiding triding Con-

versation.

3. Order. Let all your Things have their Places. Let each Part of your Business

have its Time.

4. Resolution. Resolve to perform what you ought. Perform without fail what you

resolve.

5. Frugality. Make no Expense but to do good to others or yourself: i.e., Waste nothing.

6. Industry. Lose no Time. Be always employ’d in something useful. Cut off all

unnecessary Actions.

7. Sincerity. Use no hurtful Deceit. Think innocently and justly; and, if you speak;

speak accordingly.

8. Justice. Wrong none, by doing Injuries or omitting the Bene"ts that are your Duty.

9. Moderation. Avoid Extremes. Forbear resenting Injuries so much as you think they

deserve.

10. Cleanliness. Tolerate no Uncleanness in Body, Clothes or Habitation.

11. Tranquility. Be not disturbed at Trides, or Accidents common or unavoidable.

12. Chastity. Rarely use Venery but for Health or Offspring; Never to Dullness, Weak-

ness, or the Injury of your own or another’s Peace or Reputation.

13. Humility. Imitate Jesus and Socrates.

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4. I.e., making these virtues an integral part of his nature. 5. Greek phi los o pher and mathematician (c. 580– c. 500 b.c.e.). Franklin added a note here: “Insert those Lines that direct it in a Note,” and

wished to include verses translated: “Let sleep not close your eyes till you have thrice examined the transactions of the day: where have I strayed, what have I done, what good have I omitted?”

My intention being to acquire the Habitude4 of all these Virtues, I judg’d it would be well not to distract my Attention by attempting the whole at once, but to "x it on one of them at a time, and when I should be Master of that, then to proceed to another, and so on till I should have gone thro’ the thirteen. And as the previous Acquisition of some might facilitate the Acquisition of certain others, I arrang’d them with that View as they stand above. Temper- ance "rst, as it tends to procure that Coolness and Clearness of Head, which is so necessary where constant Vigilance was to be kept up, and Guard main- tained, against the unremitting Attraction of ancient Habits, and the Force of perpetual Temptations. This being acquir’d and establish’d, Silence would be more easy, and my Desire being to gain Knowledge at the same time that I improv’d in Virtue, and considering that in Conversation it was obtain’d rather by the Use of the Ears than of the Tongue, and therefore wishing to break a Habit I was getting into of Prattling, Punning and Joking, which only made me acceptable to triding Com pany, I gave Silence the second Place. This, and the next, Order, I expected would allow me more Time for attending to my Proj ect and my studies; Resolution once become habitual, would keep me "rm in my Endeavors to obtain all the subsequent Virtues; Frugality and Industry, by freeing me from my remaining Debt, and producing Afduence and In de pen dence would make more easy the Practice of Sincerity and Jus- tice, etc., etc. Conceiving then that agreeable to the Advice of Pythagoras5 in his Golden Verses, daily Examination would be necessary, I contriv’d the fol- lowing Method for conducting that Examination.

I made a little Book in which I allotted a Page for each of the Virtues. I rul’d each Page with red Ink so as to have seven Columns, one for each Day of the Week, marking each Column with a Letter for the Day. I cross’d these Columns with thirteen red Lines, marking the Beginning of each Line with the "rst Letter of one of the Virtues, on which Line and in its proper Column I might mark by a little black Spot every Fault I found upon Examination, to have been committed respecting that Virtue upon that Day.

I determined to give a Week’s strict Attention to each of the Virtues suc- cessively. Thus in the "rst Week my great Guard was to avoid every the least Offence against Temperance, leaving the other Virtues to their ordinary Chance, only marking every Eve ning the Faults of the Day. Thus if in the "rst Week I could keep my "rst Line marked T clear of Spots, I suppos’d the Habit of that Virtue so much strengthen’d and its opposite weaken’d, that I might venture extending my Attention to include the next, and for the following Week keep both Lines clear of Spots. Proceeding thus to the last, I could go thro’ a Course complete in Thirteen Weeks, and four Courses in a Year. And like him who having a Garden to weed, does not attempt to eradicate all the bad Herbs at once, which would exceed his Reach and his Strength, but works on one of the Beds at a time, and having accomplish’d the "rst pro- ceeds to a second; so I should have, (I hoped) the encouraging Plea sure of seeing on my Pages the Pro gress I made in Virtue, by clearing succes- sively my Lines of their Spots, till in the End by a Number of Courses, I

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6. Cato, a Tragedy 5.1.15–18, by the En glish writer Joseph Addison (1672–1719). Franklin also used these lines as an epigraph for his Arti- cles of Belief and Acts of Religion. 7. From Tusculan Disputations 5.2.5, by the Roman phi los o pher and orator Marcus Tullius Cicero (106–43 b.c.e.). Several lines are omitted

after vitiorum: Oh, philosophy, guide of life: Oh, searcher out of virtues and expeller of vices! . . . One day lived well and according to thy precepts is to be preferred to an eternity of sin (Latin). 8. The Seasons, “Winter,” lines 218–23, by the Scottish poet James Thomson (1700–1748).

should be happy in viewing a clean Book after a thirteen Weeks’ daily Examination.

This my little Book had for its Motto these Lines from Addison’s Cato,

Here will I hold: If there is a Pow’r above us, (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Thro’ all her Works) he must delight in Virtue, And that which he delights in must be happy.6

Another from Cicero.

O Vitæ Philosophia Dux! O Virtutum indagatrix, expultrixque vitiorum! Unus dies bene, et ex præceptis tuis actus, peccanti immortalitati est anteponendus.7

Another from the Proverbs of Solomon speaking of Wisdom or Virtue;

Length of Days is in her right hand, and in her Left Hand Riches and Honors; Her Ways are Ways of Pleasantness, and all her Paths are Peace.

III, 16, 17

And conceiving God to be the Fountain of Wisdom, I thought it right and necessary to solicit his Assistance for obtaining it; to this End I form’d the following little Prayer, which was pre"x’d to my Tables of Examination, for daily Use.

O Power ful Goodness! bountiful Father! merciful Guide! Increase in me that Wisdom which discovers my truest Interests; Strengthen my Resolu- tions to perform what that Wisdom dictates. Accept my kind Of#ces to thy other Children, as the only Return in my Power for thy continual Favors to me.

I us’d also sometimes a little Prayer which I took from Thomson’s Poems, viz.,

Father of Light and Life, thou Good supreme, O teach me what is good, teach me thy self! Save me from Folly, Vanity and Vice, From every low Pursuit, and #ll my Soul With Knowledge, conscious Peace, and Virtue pure, Sacred, substantial, neverfading Bliss!8

The Precept of Order requiring that every Part of my Business should have its allotted Time, one Page in my little Book contain’d the following Scheme of Employment for the Twenty- four Hours of a natu ral Day.

I enter’d upon the Execution of this Plan for Self- examination, and continu’d it with occasional Intermissions for some time. I was surpris’d to "nd myself so much fuller of Faults than I had imagined, but I had the Satisfaction of see- ing them diminish. To avoid the Trou ble of renewing now and then my little

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9. I.e., the models in the printed book.

Book, which by scraping out the Marks on the Paper of old Faults to make room for new Ones in a new Course, became full of Holes: I transferr’d my Tables and Precepts to the Ivory Leaves of a Memorandum Book, on which the Lines were drawn with red Ink that made a durable Stain, and on those Lines I mark’d my Faults with a black Lead Pencil, which Marks I could easily wipe out with a wet Sponge. After a while I went thro’ one Course only in a Year, and afterwards only one in several Years; till at length I omitted them entirely, being employ’d in Voyages and Business abroad with a Multiplicity of Affairs, that interfered. But I always carried my little Book with me.

My Scheme of Order, gave me the most Trou ble, and I found, that tho’ it might be practicable where a Man’s Business was such as to leave him the Disposition of his Time, that of a Journeyman Printer for instance, it was not pos si ble to be exactly observ’d by a Master, who must mix with the World, and often receive People of Business at their own Hours. Order too, with regard to Places for Things, Papers, etc., I found extremely dif"cult to acquire. I had not been early accustomed to it, and having an exceeding good Memory, I was not so sensible of the Incon ve nience attending Want of Method. This Article therefore cost me so much painful Attention and my Faults in it vex’d me so much, and I made so little Pro gress in Amendment, and had such frequent Relapses, that I was almost ready to give up the Attempt, and content myself with a faulty Character in that re spect. Like the Man who in buying an Ax of a Smith my Neighbor, desired to have the whole of its Surface as bright as the Edge; the Smith consented to grind it bright for him if he would turn the Wheel. He turn’d while the Smith press’d the broad Face of the Ax hard and heavi ly on the Stone, which made the Turning of it very fatiguing. The Man came every now and then from the Wheel to see how the Work went on; and at length would take his Ax as it was without farther Grinding. No, says the Smith, Turn on, turn on; we shall have it bright by and by; as yet ’tis only speckled. Yes, says the Man; but— I think I like a speckled Ax best.— And I believe this may have been the Case with many who having for want of some such Means as I employ’d found the Dif"culty of obtaining good, and breaking bad Habits, in other Points of Vice and Virtue, have given up the Strug gle, and concluded that a speck- led Ax was best. For something that pretended to be Reason was every now and then suggesting to me, that such extreme Nicety as I exacted of myself might be a kind of Foppery in Morals, which if it were known would make me ridicu lous; that a perfect Character might be attended with the Incon- ve nience of being envied and hated; and that a benevolent Man should allow a few Faults in himself, to keep his Friends in Countenance.

In Truth I found myself incorrigible with re spect to Order; and now I am grown old, and my Memory bad, I feel very sensibly the want of it. But on the whole, tho’ I never arrived at the Perfection I had been so ambitious of obtaining, but fell far short of it, yet I was by the Endeavor made a better and a happier Man than I other wise should have been, if I had not attempted it; As those who aim at perfect Writing by imitating the engraved Copies,9 tho’ they never reach the wish’d for Excellence of those Copies, their Hand is mended by the Endeavor, and is tolerable while it continues fair and legible.

1. Observed. 2. “If a brother or sister be naked, and destitute of daily food, And one of you say unto them, Depart in peace, be ye warmed and "lled: not-

withstanding ye give them not those things which are needful to the body; what doth it pro"t?”

And it may be well my Posterity should be informed, that to this little Arti- "ce, with the Blessing of God, their Ancestor ow’d the constant Felicity of his Life down to his 79th Year in which this is written. What Reverses may attend the Remainder is in the Hand of Providence: But if they arrive, the Redection on past Happiness enjoy’d ought to help his Bearing them with more Resignation. To Temperance he ascribes his long- continu’d Health, and what is still left to him of a good Constitution. To Industry and Frugality the early Easiness of his Circumstances, and Acquisition of his Fortune, with all that Knowledge which enabled him to be an useful Citizen, and obtain’d for him some Degree of Reputation among the Learned. To Sincerity and Justice the Con"dence of his Country, and the honorable Employs it conferr’d upon him. And to the joint Induence of the whole Mass of the Virtues, even in their imperfect State he was able to acquire them, all that Evenness of Temper, and that Cheerfulness in Conversation which makes his Com pany still sought for, and agreeable even to his younger Acquaintance. I hope there- fore that some of my Descendants may follow the Example and reap the Bene"t.

It will be remark’d1 that, tho’ my Scheme was not wholly without Reli- gion there was in it no Mark of any of the distinguishing Tenets of any par- tic u lar Sect. I had purposely avoided them; for being fully persuaded of the Utility and Excellency of my Method, and that it might be ser viceable to People in all Religions, and intending some time or other to publish it, I would not have anything in it that should prejudice anyone of any Sect against it. I purposed writing a little Comment on each Virtue, in which I would have shown the Advantages of possessing it, and the Mischiefs attend- ing its opposite Vice; and I should have called my Book the Art of Virtue, because it would have shown the Means and Manner of obtaining Virtue; which would have distinguish’d it from the mere Exhortation to be good, that does not instruct and indicate the Means; but is like the Apostle’s Man of verbal Charity, who only, without showing to the Naked and the Hungry how or where they might get Clothes or Victuals, exhorted them to be fed and clothed. James II, 15, 16.2

But it so happened that my Intention of writing and publishing this Comment was never ful"lled. I did indeed, from time to time put down short Hints of the Sentiments, Reasonings, etc., to be made use of in it; some of which I have still by me: But the necessary close Attention to private Busi- ness in the earlier part of Life, and public Business since, have occasioned my postponing it. For it being connected in my Mind with a great and extensive Proj ect that required the whole Man to execute, and which an unforeseen Succession of Employs prevented my attending to, it has hitherto remain’d un"nish’d.

In this Piece it was my Design to explain and enforce this Doctrine, that vicious Actions are not hurtful because they are forbidden, but forbidden because they are hurtful, the Nature of Man alone consider’d: That it was therefore every one’s Interest to be virtuous, who wish’d to be happy even in

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this World. And I should from this Circumstance ( there being always in the World a Number of rich Merchants, Nobility, States and Princes, who have need of honest Instruments for the Management of their Affairs, and such being so rare) have endeavored to convince young Persons, that no Qualities were so likely to make a poor Man’s Fortune as those of Probity and Integrity.

My List of Virtues contain’d at "rst but twelve: But a Quaker Friend hav- ing kindly inform’d me that I was generally thought proud; that my Pride show’d itself frequently in Conversation; that I was not content with being in the right when discussing any Point, but was overbearing and rather insolent; of which he convinc’d me by mentioning several Instances; I determined endeavoring to cure myself if I could of this Vice or Folly among the rest, and I added Humility to my List, giving an extensive Meaning to the Word. I cannot boast of much Success in acquiring the Real ity of this Virtue; but I had a good deal with regard to the Appearance of it. I made it a Rule to forbear all direct Contradiction to the Sentiments of others, and all positive Assertion of my own. I even forbid myself, agreeable to the old Laws of our Junto, the Use of every Word or Expression in the Language that imported3 a "x’d Opinion; such as certainly, undoubtedly, etc., and I adopted instead of them, I conceive, I apprehend, or I imagine a thing to be so or so, or it so appears to me at pres ent. When another asserted some- thing that I thought an Error, I denied myself the Plea sure of contradicting him abruptly, and of showing immediately some Absurdity in his Proposi- tion; and in answering I began by observing that in certain Cases or Cir- cumstances his Opinion would be right, but that in the pres ent case there appear’d or seem’d to me some Difference, etc., I soon found the Advantage of this Change in my Manners. The Conversations I engag’d in went on more pleasantly. The modest way in which I propos’d my Opinions, procur’d them a readier Reception and less Contradiction; I had less Morti"cation when I was found to be in the wrong, and I more easily prevail’d with others to give up their Mistakes and join with me when I happen’d to be in the right. And this Mode, which I at "rst put on, with some vio lence to natu ral Inclination, became at length so easy and so habitual to me, that perhaps for these Fifty Years past no one has ever heard a dogmatical Expression escape me. And to this Habit ( after my Character of Integrity) I think it principally owing, that I had early so much Weight with my Fellow Citi- zens, when I proposed new Institutions, or Alterations in the old; and so much Induence in public Councils when I became a Member. For I was but a bad Speaker, never eloquent, subject to much Hesitation in my choice of Words, hardly correct in Language, and yet I generally carried my Points.

In real ity there is perhaps no one of our natu ral Passions so hard to subdue as Pride. Disguise it, strug gle with it, beat it down, stide it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself. You will see it perhaps often in this History. For even if I could conceive that I had completely overcome it, I should prob ably be proud of my Humility.

Thus far written at Passy, 1784.

[Part Three]1

I am now about to write at home, August 1788, but cannot have the help expected from my Papers, many of them being lost in the War. I have how- ever found the following.

Having mentioned a great and extensive Proj ect which I had conceiv’d, it seems proper that some Account should be here given of that Proj ect and its Object. Its "rst Rise in my Mind appears in the following little Paper, accidentally preserv’d, viz.,

Observations on my Reading History in Library, May 9, 1731.

“That the great Affairs of the World, the Wars, Revolutions, etc., are car- ried on and effected by Parties.

“That the View of these Parties is their pres ent general Interest, or what they take to be such.

“That the dif fer ent Views of these dif fer ent Parties, occasion all Confusion. “That while a Party is carry ing on a general Design, each Man has his

par tic u lar private Interest in View. “That as soon as a Party has gain’d its general Point, each Member becomes

intent upon his par tic u lar Interest, which thwarting others, breaks that Party into Divisions, and occasions more Confusion.

“That few in Public Affairs act from a mere View of the Good of their Country, what ever they may pretend; and tho’ their Actings bring real Good to their Country, yet Men primarily consider’d that their own and their Country’s Interest was united, and did not act from a Princi ple of Benevolence.

“That fewer still in public Affairs act with a View to the Good of Mankind. “ There seems to me at pres ent to be great Occasion for raising an united

Party for Virtue, by forming the Virtuous and good Men of all Nations into a regular Body, to be govern’d by suitable good and wise Rules, which good and wise Men may prob ably be more unan i mous in their Obedience to, than common People are to common Laws.

“I at pres ent think, that whoever attempts this aright, and is well quali"ed, cannot fail of pleasing God, and of meeting with Success. B. F.”

Revolving this Proj ect in my Mind, as to be undertaken hereafter when my Circumstances should afford me the necessary Leisure, I put down from time to time on Pieces of Paper such Thoughts as occur’d to me respecting it. Most of these are lost; but I "nd one purporting to be the Substance of an intended Creed, containing as I thought the Essentials of every known Religion, and being free of every thing that might shock the Professors of any Religion. It is express’d in these Words, viz.,

“That there is one God who made all things. “That he governs the World by his Providence. “That he ought to be worshiped by Adoration, Prayer and Thanksgiving.

1. Franklin wrote the third part of his autobiography in Philadelphia between August 1788 and the end of May 1789.

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2. Selling. Poor Richard’s Almanac was "rst published on December 19, 1732. Richard Saun- ders was a London almanac maker of the seven-

teenth century. Franklin may also have had in mind a London almanac published from 1661 to 1776 called Poor Robin.

“But that the most acceptable Ser vice of God is doing Good to Man. “That the Soul is immortal. “And that God will certainly reward Virtue and punish Vice either here

or hereafter.” My Ideas at that time were, that the Sect should be begun and spread at

"rst among young and single Men only; that each Person to be initiated should not only declare his Assent to such Creed, but should have exercis’d himself with the Thirteen Weeks’ Examination and Practice of the Virtues as in the before- mention’d Model; that the Existance of such a Society should be kept a Secret till it was become considerable, to prevent Solicitations for the Admission of improper Persons; but that the Members should each of them search among his Acquaintance for ingenuous well- disposed Youths, to whom with prudent Caution the Scheme should be gradually communi- cated: That the Members should engage to afford their Advice, Assistance and Support to each other in promoting one another’s Interest, Business and Advancement in Life: That for Distinction we should be call’d the Society of the Free and Easy; Free, as being by the general Practice and Habit of the Virtues, free from the Dominion of Vice, and particularly by the Practice of Industry and Frugality, free from Debt, which exposes a Man to Con"nement and a Species of Slavery to his Creditors. This is as much as I can now rec- ollect of the Proj ect, except that I communicated it in part to two young Men, who adopted it with some Enthusiasm. But my then narrow Circum- stances, and the Necessity I was under of sticking close to my Business, occasion’d my Postponing the farther Prosecution of it at that time, and my multifarious Occupations public and private induc’d me to continue post- poning, so that it has been omitted till I have no longer Strength or Activity left suf"cient for such an Enterprise: Tho’ I am still of Opinion that it was a practicable Scheme, and might have been very useful, by forming a great Number of good Citizens: And I was not discourag’d by the seeming Mag- nitude of the Undertaking, as I have always thought that one Man of tolerable Abilities may work great Changes, and accomplish great Affairs among Mankind, if he "rst forms a good Plan, and, cutting off all Amusements or other Employments that would divert his Attention, makes the Execution of that same Plan his sole Study and Business.

In 1732 I "rst published my Almanac, under the Name of Richard Saun- ders; it was continu’d by me about 25 Years, commonly call’d Poor Richard’s Almanac. I endeavor’d to make it both entertaining and useful, and it accord- ingly came to be in such Demand that I reap’d considerable Pro"t from it, vending2 annually near ten Thousand. And observing that it was generally read, scarce any Neighborhood in the Province being without it, I consider’d it as a proper Vehicle for conveying Instruction among the common People, who bought scarce any other Books. I therefore "lled all the little Spaces that occur’d between the Remarkable Days in the Calendar, with Prover- bial Sentences, chiedy such as inculcated Industry and Frugality, as the Means of procuring Wealth and thereby securing Virtue, it being more dif- "cult for a Man in Want to act always honestly, as (to use here one of those

3. This is the famous preface to the twenty- "fth anniversary edition, called Father Abraham’s Speech or The Way to Wealth (see p. 442). 4. A sheet of paper, usually large, with printing

on only one side. 5. See n. 1, p. 475. 6. I.e., in the Pennsylvania Gazette, February 11 and 18, 1735.

Proverbs) it is hard for an empty Sack to stand upright. These Proverbs, which contained the Wisdom of many Ages and Nations, I assembled and form’d into a connected Discourse pre"x’d to the Almanac of 1757, as the Harangue of a wise old Man to the People attending an Auction.3 The bringing all these scatter’d Counsels thus into a Focus, enabled them to make greater Impres- sion. The Piece being universally approved was copied in all the Newspa- pers of the Continent, reprinted in Britain on a Broadside4 to be stuck up in Houses, two Translations were made of it in French, and great Numbers bought by the Clergy and Gentry to distribute gratis among their poor Parish- ioners and Tenants. In Pennsylvania, as it discouraged useless Expense in foreign Superduities, some thought it had its share of Induence in produc- ing that growing Plenty of Money which was observable for several Years after its Publication.

I consider’d my Newspaper also as another Means of communicating Instruction, and in that View frequently reprinted in it Extracts from the Spectator5 and other moral Writers, and sometimes publish’d little Pieces of my own which had been "rst compos’d for Reading in our Junto. Of these are a Socratic Dialogue tending to prove, that, what ever might be his Parts and Abilities, a vicious Man could not properly be called a Man of Sense. And a Discourse on Self- denial, showing that Virtue was not Secure, till its Practice became a Habitude, and was free from the Opposition of contrary Inclinations. These may be found in the Papers about the beginning of 1735.6 In the Conduct of my Newspaper I carefully excluded all Libeling and Per- sonal Abuse, which is of late Years become so disgraceful to our Country. Whenever I was solicited to insert anything of that kind, and the Writers pleaded as they generally did, the Liberty of the Press, and that a News- paper was like a Stage Coach in which any one who would pay had a Right to a Place, my Answer was, that I would print the Piece separately if desired, and the Author might have as many Copies as he pleased to distribute him- self, but that I would not take upon me to spread his Detraction, and that having contracted with my Subscribers to furnish them with what might be either useful or entertaining, I could not "ll their Papers with private Alter- cation in which they had no Concern without doing them manifest Injus- tice. Now many of our Printers make no scruple of gratifying the Malice of Individuals by false Accusations of the fairest Characters among ourselves, augmenting Animosity even to the producing of Duels, and are moreover so indiscrete as to print scurrilous Redections on the Government of neigh- boring States, and even on the Conduct of our best national Allies, which may be attended with the most pernicious Consequences. These Things I mention as a Caution to young Printers, and that they may be encouraged not to pollute their Presses and disgrace their Profession by such infamous Practices, but refuse steadily; as they may see by my Example, that such a Course of Conduct will not on the whole be injurious to their Interests.

In 1733, I sent one of my Journeymen to Charleston South Carolina where a Printer was wanting. I furnish’d him with a Press and Letters, on an Agree-

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7. In bookkeeping. 8. Samuel Hemphill, brought to North Amer i ca as assistant minister to the only regular Presby- terian minister in Philadelphia. 9. The governing body of the Presbyterian Church.

“Arraign’d him of”: charged him with. 1. A group of supporters. 2. James Foster (1697–1735), well- known London Baptist preacher.

ment of Partnership, by which I was to receive One Third of the Pro"ts of the Business, paying One Third of the Expense. He was a Man of Learning and honest, but ignorant in Matters of Account;7 and tho’ he sometimes made me Remittances, I could get no Account from him, nor any satisfactory State of our Partnership while he lived. On his Decease, the Business was contin- ued by his Widow, who being born and bred in Holland, where as I have been inform’d the Knowledge of Accounts makes a Part of Female Education, she not only sent me as clear a State as she could "nd of the Transactions past, but continu’d to account with the greatest Regularity and Exactitude every Quarter afterwards; and manag’d the Business with such Success that she not only brought up reputably a Family of Children, but at the Expiration of the Term was able to purchase of me the Printing- House and establish her Son in it. I mention this affair chiedy for the Sake of recommending that Branch of Education for our young Females, as likely to be of more Use to them and their Children in Case of Widowhood than either Music or Danc- ing, by preserving them from Losses by Imposition of crafty Men, and enabling them to continue perhaps a pro"table mercantile House with establish’d Cor- respondence till a Son is grown up "t to undertake and go on with it, to the lasting Advantage and enriching of the Family.

About the Year 1734, there arrived among us from Ireland, a young Pres- byterian Preacher named Hemphill,8 who delivered with a good Voice, and apparently extempore, most excellent Discourses, which drew together con- siderable Numbers of dif fer ent Persuasions, who join’d in admiring them. Among the rest I became one of his constant Hearers, his Sermons pleasing me as they had little of the dogmatical kind, but inculcated strongly the Prac- tice of Virtue, or what in the religious Style are called Good Works. Those however, of our Congregation, who considered themselves as orthodox Pres- byterians, disapprov’d his Doctrine, and were join’d by most of the old Clergy, who arraign’d him of Heterodoxy before the Synod,9 in order to have him silenc’d. I became his zealous Partisan, and contributed all I could to raise a Party1 in his Favor; and we combated for him a while with some Hopes of Success. There was much Scribbling pro and con upon the Occasion; and "nding that tho’ an elegant Preacher he was but a poor Writer, I lent him my Pen and wrote for him two or three Pamphlets, and one Piece in the Gazette of April 1735. Those Pamphlets, as is generally the Case with controversial Writings, tho’ eagerly read at the time, were soon out of Vogue, and I ques- tion whether a single Copy of them now exists.

During the Contest an unlucky Occurrence hurt his Cause exceedingly. One of our Adversaries having heard him preach a Sermon that was much admired, thought he had somewhere read that Sermon before, or at least a part of it. On Search he found that Part quoted at length in one of the Brit- ish Reviews, from a Discourse of Dr. Foster’s.2 This Detection gave many of our Party Disgust, who accordingly abandoned his Cause, and occasion’d our more speedy Discom"ture in the Synod. I stuck by him, however, as I rather approv’d his giving us good Sermons compos’d by others, than bad

3. I.e., a copy of the New Testament in Latin.

ones of his own Manufacture; tho’ the latter was the Practice of our com- mon Teachers. He afterwards acknowledg’d to me that none of those he preach’d were his own; adding that his Memory was such as enabled him to retain and repeat any Sermon after one Reading only. On our Defeat he left us, in search elsewhere of better Fortune, and I quitted the Congregation, never joining it after, tho’ I continu’d many Years my Subscription for the Support of its Ministers.

I had begun in 1733 to study Languages. I soon made myself so much a Master of the French as to be able to read the Books with Ease. I then undertook the Italian. An Acquaintance who was also learning it, us’d often to tempt me to play Chess with him. Finding this took up too much of the Time I had to spare for Study, I at length refus’d to play anymore, unless on this Condition, that the Victor in every Game, should have a Right to impose a Task, either in Parts of the Grammar to be got by heart, or in Translation, etc., which Tasks the Vanquish’d was to perform upon Honor before our next Meeting. As we play’d pretty equally we thus beat one another into that Language. I afterwards with a little Pains- taking acquir’d as much of the Spanish as to read their Books also.

I have already mention’d that I had only one Year’s Instruction in a Latin School, and that when very young, after which I neglected that Language entirely.— But when I had attained an Acquaintance with the French, Ital- ian and Spanish, I was surpris’d to "nd, on looking over a Latin Testament,3 that I understood so much more of that Language than I had imagined; which encouraged me to apply myself again to the Study of it, and I met with the more Success, as those preceding Languages had greatly smooth’d my Way. From these Circumstances I have thought, that there is some Incon- sistency in our common Mode of Teaching Languages. We are told that it is proper to begin "rst with the Latin, and having acquir’d that, it will be more easy to attain those modern languages which are deriv’d from it; and yet we do not begin with the Greek in order more easily to acquire the Latin. It is true, that if you can clamber and get to the Top of a Staircase without using the Steps, you will more easily gain them in descending: but certainly if you begin with the lowest you will with more Ease ascend to the Top. And I would therefore offer it to the Consideration of those who superintend the Educating of our Youth, whether, since many of those who begin with the Latin, quit the same after spending some Years, without having made any great Pro"ciency, and what they have learned becomes almost useless, so that their time has been lost, it would not have been better to have begun them with the French, proceeding to the Italian, etc., for tho’ after spend- ing the same time they should quit the Study of Languages, and never arrive at the Latin, they would however have acquir’d another Tongue or two that being in modern Use might be ser viceable to them in common Life.

After ten Years’ Absence from Boston, and having become more easy in my Circumstances, I made a Journey thither to visit my Relations, which I could not sooner well afford. In returning I call’d at Newport, to see my Brother then settled there with his Printing- House. Our former Differences were forgotten, and our Meeting was very cordial and affectionate. He was fast declining in his Health, and requested of me that in case of his Death

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4. Franklin’s son Francis died of smallpox because he was not inoculated against it due to

an intestinal disorder. 5. I.e., questions to be discussed.

which he apprehended not far distant, I would take home his Son, then but 10 Years of Age, and bring him up to the Printing Business. This I accord- ingly perform’d, sending him a few Years to School before I took him into the Of"ce. His Mother carried on the Business till he was grown up, when I assisted him with an Assortment of new Types, those of his Father being in a Manner worn out.— Thus it was that I made my Brother ample Amends for the Ser vice I had depriv’d him of by leaving him so early.

In 1736 I lost one of my Sons, a "ne Boy of 4 Years old, by the Smallpox taken in the common way. I long regretted bitterly and still regret that I had not given it to him by Inoculation.4 This I mention for the Sake of Parents, who omit that Operation on the Supposition that they should never forgive themselves if a Child died under it; my Example showing that the Regret may be the same either way, and that therefore the safer should be chosen.

Our Club, the Junto, was found so useful, and afforded such Satisfaction to the Members, that several were desirous of introducing their Friends, which could not well be done without exceeding what we had settled as a con ve nient Number, viz., Twelve. We had from the Beginning made it a Rule to keep our Institution a Secret, which was pretty well observ’d. The Inten- tion was, to avoid Applications of improper Persons for Admittance, some of whom perhaps we might "nd it dif"cult to refuse. I was one of those who were against any Addition to our Number, but instead of it made in Writing a Proposal, that every Member separately should endeavor to form a subordi- nate Club, with the same Rules respecting Queries,5 etc., and without informing them of the Connection with the Junto. The Advantages propos’d were the Improvement of so many more young Citizens by the Use of our Institutions; Our better Acquaintance with the general Sentiments of the Inhabitants on any Occasion, as the Junto- Member might propose what Que- ries we should desire, and was to report to Junto what pass’d in his separate Club; the Promotion of our par tic u lar Interests in Business by more extensive Recommendations; and the Increase of our Induence in public Affairs and our Power of doing Good by spreading thro’ the several Clubs the Sentiments of the Junto. The Proj ect was approv’d, and every Member undertook to form his Club: but they did not all succeed. Five or six only were completed, which were call’d by dif fer ent Names, as the Vine, the Union, the Band, etc. They were useful to themselves, and afforded us a good deal of Amusement, Infor- mation, and Instruction, besides answering in some considerable Degree our Views of induencing the public Opinion on par tic u lar Occasions, of which I shall give some Instances in course of time as they happened.

My "rst Promotion was my being chosen in 1736 Clerk of the General Assembly. The Choice was made that Year without Opposition, but the Year following when I was again propos’d (the Choice, like that of the Members being annual) a new Member made a long Speech against me in order to favor some other Candidate. I was however chosen; which was the more agreeable to me, as besides the Pay for immediate Ser vice as Clerk, the Place gave me a better Opportunity of keeping up an Interest among the Mem- bers, which secur’d to me the Business of Printing the Votes, Laws, Paper

6. Alexander Spotswood (1676–1740), En glish military leader, served as lieutenant governor of Virginia from 1710 to 1722 and deputy postmas- ter general for North Amer i ca from 1730 to 1739. 7. See n. 1, p. 512. During his last nine years as

postmaster Andrew Bradford did not submit accounts. 8. I.e., the night watch, or patrol. 9. Accompany. “House keepers”: heads of house- holds, homeowners. “Warn’d”: ordered, instructed.

Money, and other occasional Jobs for the Public, that on the whole were very pro"table. I therefore did not like the Opposition of this new Member, who was a Gentleman of Fortune, and Education, with Talents that were likely to give him in time great Induence in the House, which indeed afterwards happened. I did not however aim at gaining his Favor by paying any servile Res pect to him, but after some time took this other Method. Having heard that he had in his Library a certain very scarce and curious Book, I wrote a Note to him expressing my Desire of perusing that Book, and requesting he would do me the Favor of lending it to me for a few Days. He sent it immediately; and I return’d it in about a Week, with another Note express- ing strongly my Sense of the Favor. When we next met in the House he spoke to me, (which he had never done before) and with great Civility. And he ever afterwards manifested a Readiness to serve me on all Occasions, so that we became great Friends, and our Friendship continu’d to his Death. This is another Instance of the Truth of an old Maxim I had learned, which says, He that has once done you a Kindness will be more ready to do you another, than he whom you yourself have obliged. And it shows how much more pro"table it is prudently to remove, than to resent, return and continue inimical Proceedings.

In 1737, Col o nel Spotswood, late Governor of Virginia, and then Post- master General,6 being dissatis"ed with the Conduct of his Deputy at Philadelphia, respecting some Negligence in rendering, and Inexactitude of his Accounts, took from him the Commission and offered it to me.7 I accepted it readily, and found it of great Advantage; for tho’ the Salary was small, it facilitated the Correspondence that improv’d my Newspaper, increas’d the Number demanded, as well as the Advertisements to be inserted, so that it came to afford me a very considerable Income. My old Competi- tor’s Newspaper declin’d proportionably, and I was satis"ed without retal- iating his Refusal, while Postmaster, to permit my Papers being carried by the Riders. Thus He suffer’d greatly from his Neglect in due Accounting; and I mention it as a Lesson to those young Men who may be employ’d in managing Affairs for others that they should always render Accounts and make Remittances with great Clearness and Punctuality. The Character of observing Such a Conduct is the most power ful of all Recommendations to new Employments and Increase of Business.

I began now to turn my Thoughts a little to public Affairs, beginning however with small Matters. The City Watch8 was one of the "rst Things that I conceiv’d to want Regulation. It was managed by the Constables of the respective Wards in Turn. The Constable warn’d a Number of House- keepers to attend9 him for the Night. Those who chose never to attend paid him Six Shillings a Year to be excus’d, which was suppos’d to be for hiring Substitutes; but was in Real ity much more than was necessary for that purpose, and made the Constableship a Place of Pro"t. And the Constable for a little Drink often got such Ragamuf"ns about him as a Watch, that

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1. Actually, seventeen years later. 2. In the Pennsylvania Gazette, February 4, 1735.

3. The Union Fire Com pany articles of incorpo- ration were signed in December 1736.

reputable House keepers did not choose to mix with. Walking the Rounds too was often neglected, and most of the Night spent in Tippling. I thereupon wrote a Paper to be read in Junto, representing these Irregularities, but insisting more particularly on the In equality of this Six Shilling Tax of the Constables, respecting the Circumstances of those who paid it, since a poor Widow House keeper, all whose Property to be guarded by the Watch did not perhaps exceed the Value of Fifty Pounds, paid as much as the wealthiest Merchant who had Thousands of Pounds worth of Goods in his Stores. On the whole I proposed as a more effectual Watch, the Hiring of proper Men to serve constantly in that Business; and as a more equitable Way of supporting the Charge, the levying a Tax that should be proportion’d to Property. This Idea being approv’d by the Junto, was communicated to the other Clubs, but as arising in each of them. And tho’ the Plan was not immediately carried into Execution, yet by preparing the Minds of People for the Change, it paved the Way for the Law obtain’d a few Years after,1 when the Members of our Clubs were grown into more Induence.

About this time I wrote a Paper, ("rst to be read in Junto but it was after- wards publish’d)2 on the dif fer ent Accidents and Carelessnesses by which Houses were set on "re, with Cautions against them, and Means proposed of avoiding them. This was much spoken of as a useful Piece, and gave rise to a Proj ect, which soon followed it, of forming a Com pany for the more ready Extinguishing of Fires, and mutual Assistance in Removing and Secur- ing of Goods when in Danger.3 Associates in this Scheme were presently found amounting to Thirty. Our Articles of Agreement oblig’d every Mem- ber to keep always in good Order and "t for Use, a certain Number of Leather Buckets, with strong Bags and Baskets (for packing and transporting of Goods), which were to be brought to every Fire; and we agreed to meet once a Month and spend a social Eve ning together, in discoursing, and commu- nicating such Ideas as occurr’d to us upon the Subject of Fires as might be useful in our Conduct on such Occasions. The Utility of this Institution soon appear’d, and many more desiring to be admitted than we thought con ve- nient for one Com pany, they were advised to form another; which was accordingly done. And this went on, one new Com pany being formed after another, till they became so numerous as to include most of the Inhabitants who were Men of Property; and now at the time of my Writing this, tho’ upwards of Fifty Years since its Establishment, that which I "rst formed, called the Union Fire Com pany, still subsists and dourishes, tho’ the "rst Members are all deceas’d but myself and one who is older by a Year than I am. The small Fines that have been paid by Members for Absence at the Monthly Meetings, have been applied to the Purchase of Fire Engines, Lad- ders, Firehooks, and other useful Implements for each Com pany, so that I question whether there is a City in the World better provided with the Means of putting a Stop to beginning Condagrations; and in fact since these Insti- tutions, the City has never lost by Fire more than one or two Houses at a time, and the Flames have often been extinguish’d before the House in which they began has been half- consumed.

4. George White"eld (1714–1770), popu lar Methodist preacher whose visit to the colonies escalated the spiritual revival known as the Great Awakening (1730s–40s). 5. In London. 6. The building was called New Building and

was later used by the University of Pennsylvania, then called the Acad emy and College of Phila- delphia. “Mufti”: a judge who interprets Muslim religious law. 7. Bankrupt.

In 1739 arriv’d among us from Eng land the Rev. Mr. White"eld,4 who had made himself remarkable there as an itinerant Preacher. He was at "rst permitted to preach in some of our Churches; but the Clergy taking a Dis- like to him, soon refus’d him their Pulpits and he was oblig’d to preach in the Fields. The Multitudes of all Sects and Denominations that attended his Sermons were enormous and it was matter of Speculation to me who was one of the Number, to observe the extraordinary Induence of his Oratory on his Hearers, and how much they admir’d and respected him, notwith- standing his common Abuse of them, by assuring them they were naturally half Beasts and half Dev ils. It was wonderful to see the Change soon made in the Manners of our Inhabitants; from being thoughtless or indifferent about Religion, it seem’d as if all the World were growing Religious; so that one could not walk thro’ the Town in an Eve ning without Hearing Psalms sung in dif fer ent Families of every Street. And it being found incon ve nient to assem ble in the open Air, subject to its Inclemencies, the Building of a House to meet in was no sooner propos’d and Persons appointed to receive Contributions, but suf"cient Sums were soon receiv’d to procure the Ground and erect the Building which was 100 feet long and 70 broad, about the Size of Westminster Hall;5 and the Work was carried on with such Spirit as to be "nished in a much shorter time than could have been expected. Both House and Ground were vested in Trustees, expressly for the Use of any Preacher of any religious Persuasion who might desire to say something to the People of Philadelphia, the Design in building not being to accom- modate any par tic u lar Sect, but the Inhabitants in general, so that even if the Mufti of Constantinople were to send a Missionary to preach Maho- metanism to us, he would "nd a Pulpit at his Ser vice.6

Mr. White"eld, in leaving us, went preaching all the Way thro’ the Colo- nies to Georgia. The Settlement of that Province had lately been begun; but instead of being made with hardy industrious Husbandmen accustomed to  Labor, the only People "t for such an Enterprise, it was with Families of broken7 Shop keep ers and other insolvent Debtors, many of indolent and idle habits, taken out of the Jails, who being set down in the Woods, unquali"ed for clearing Land, and unable to endure the Hardships of a new Settlement, perished in Numbers, leaving many helpless Children unprovided for. The Sight of their miserable Situation inspired the benevolent Heart of Mr. White- "eld with the Idea of building an Orphan House there, in which they might be supported and educated. Returning northward he preach’d up this char- ity, and made large Collections;— for his Eloquence had a wonderful Power over the Hearts and Purses of his Hearers, of which I myself was an Instance. I did not disapprove of the Design, but as Georgia was then destitute of Mate- rials and Workmen, and it was propos’d to send them from Philadelphia at a great Expense, I thought it would have been better to have built the House here and brought the Children to it. This I advis’d, but he was resolute in his "rst Proj ect, and rejected my Counsel, and I thereupon refus’d to contribute.

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8. Thomas Hopkinson (1709–1751), a promi- nent Philadephia lawyer and public of"cial. 9. In 1739–41, Franklin printed a number of White"eld’s books and journals. 1. John Stephen Benezet (1683–1751) emigrated from Eu rope and became one of Philadelphia’s

leading citizens. He arrived in Philadelphia as a Quaker but joined the Moravian Church when he moved to Germantown. 2. Living church members who are believed to be saved.

I happened soon after to attend one of his Sermons, in the Course of which I perceived he intended to "nish with a Collection, and I silently resolved he should get nothing from me. I had in my Pocket a Handful of Copper Money, three or four silver Dollars, and "ve Pistoles in Gold. As he pro- ceeded I began to soften, and concluded to give the Coppers. Another Stroke of his Oratory made me asham’d of that, and determin’d me to give the Silver; and he "nish’d so admirably, that I emptied my Pocket wholly into the Collector’s Dish, Gold and all. At this Sermon there was also one of our Club, who being of my Sentiments respecting the Building in Georgia, and suspecting a Collection might be intended, had by Precaution emptied his Pockets before he came from home; towards the Conclusion of the Discourse however, he felt a strong Desire to give, and apply’d to a Neigh- bor who stood near him to borrow some Money for the Purpose. The Appli- cation was unfortunately to perhaps the only Man in the Com pany who had the "rmness not to be affected by the Preacher. His Answer was, At any other time, Friend Hopkinson,8 I would lend to thee freely; but not now; for thee seems to be out of thy right Senses.

Some of Mr. White"eld’s Enemies affected to suppose that he would apply these Collections to his own private Emolument; but I, who was intimately acquainted with him, (being employ’d in printing his Sermons and Journals,9 etc.) never had the least Suspicion of his Integrity, but am to this day decid- edly of Opinion that he was in all his Conduct, a perfectly honest Man. And methinks my Testimony in his Favor ought to have the more Weight, as we had no religious Connection. He us’d indeed sometimes to pray for my Conversion, but never had the Satisfaction of believing that his Prayers were heard. Ours was a mere civil Friendship, sincere on both Sides, and lasted to his Death.

The following Instance will show something of the Terms on which we stood. Upon one of his Arrivals from Eng land at Boston, he wrote to me that he should come soon to Philadelphia, but knew not where he could lodge when there, as he understood his old kind Host Mr. Benezet was remov’d to Germantown.1 My Answer was; You know my House, if you can make shift with its scanty Accommodations you will be most heartily welcome. He replied, that if I made that kind Offer for Christ’s sake, I should not miss of a Reward.— And I return’d, Don’t let me be mistaken; it was not for Christ’s sake, but for your sake. One of our common Acquaintance jocosely remark’d, that knowing it to be the Custom of the Saints,2 when they receiv’d any favor, to shift the Burthen of the Obligation from off their own Shoulders, and place it in Heaven, I had contriv’d to "x it on Earth.

The last time I saw Mr. White"eld was in London, when he consulted me about his Orphan House Concern, and his Purpose of appropriating it to the Establishment of a College.

He had a loud and clear Voice, and articulated his Words and Sentences so perfectly that he might be heard and understood at a great Distance, espe-

3. About "ve hundred feet from the court house. 4. I.e., vox audita perit, litera scripta manet: the spoken word passes away, the written word

remains (Latin). 5. Those devoted to him; disciples.

cially as his Auditors, however numerous, observ’d the most exact Silence. He preach’d one Eve ning from the Top of the Court House Steps, which are in the Middle of Market Street, and on the West Side of Second Street which crosses it at right angles. Both Streets were "ll’d with his Hearers to a considerable Distance. Being among the hindmost in Market Street, I had the Curiosity to learn how far he could be heard, by retiring backwards down the Street towards the River, and I found his Voice distinct till I came near Front Street,3 when some Noise in that Street, obscur’d it. Imagining then a Semicircle, of which my Distance should be the Radius, and that it were "ll’d with Auditors, to each of whom I allow’d two square feet, I com- puted that he might well be heard by more than Thirty Thousand. This reconcil’d me to the Newspaper Accounts of his having preach’d to 25,000 People in the Fields, and to the ancient Histories of Generals haranguing whole Armies, of which I had sometimes doubted.

By hearing him often I came to distinguish easily between Sermons newly compos’d, and those which he had often preach’d in the Course of his Trav- els. His Delivery of the latter was so improv’d by frequent Repetitions, that every Accent, every Emphasis, every Modulation of Voice, was so perfectly well turn’d and well plac’d, that without being interested in the Subject, one could not help being pleas’d with the Discourse, a Plea sure of much the same kind with that receiv’d from an excellent Piece of Music. This is an Advan- tage itinerant Preachers have over those who are stationary: as the latter can- not well improve their Delivery of a Sermon by so many Rehearsals.

His Writing and Printing from time to time gave great Advantage to his Enemies. Unguarded Expressions and even erroneous Opinions delivered in Preaching might have been afterwards explain’d, or quali"ed by supposing others that might have accompanied them; or they might have been denied; but litera scripta manet.4 Critics attack’d his Writings violently, and with so much Appearance of Reason as to diminish the Number of his Votaries,5 and prevent their Increase: So that I am of Opinion, if he had never written anything he would have left behind him a much more numerous and impor- tant Sect. And his Reputation might in that case have been still growing, even after his Death; as there being nothing of his Writings on which to found a Censure; and give him a lower Character, his Proselytes would be left at Liberty to feign for him as great a Variety of Excellencies, as their enthusiastic Admiration might wish him to have possessed.

My Business was now continually augmenting, and my Circumstances growing daily easier, my Newspaper having become very pro"table, as being for a time almost the only one in this and the neighboring Provinces. I experienc’d too the Truth of the Observation, that after getting the #rst hun- dred Pound, it is more easy to get the second: Money itself being of a proli"c Nature: The Partnership at Carolina having succeeded, I was encourag’d to engage in others, and to promote several of my Workmen who had behaved well, by establishing them with Printing- Houses in dif fer ent Colonies, on the same Terms with that in Carolina. Most of them did well, being enabled at the End of our Term, Six Years, to purchase the Types of me; and go on

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6. No such proposal exists, but it evidently included plans for using the New Building, built for White"eld. 7. Richard Peters (c. 1704–1776), called “the most learned man in Pennsylvania,” was an Anglican clergyman and the provincial secre- tary to the Penn family (see n. 8, p. 495). 8. I.e., he expected to make more money work- ing for the proprietor than running the Acad emy. 9. A Proposal for Promoting Useful Knowledge among the British Plantations in Amer i ca (May 14, 1743). The American Philosophical Society, cofounded by Franklin and the naturalist John Bartram, was the "rst learned society in North Amer i ca. Its "rst president was Thomas Hopkin-

son, discussed above. 1. War on Spain and France had been declared by Great Britain in 1739 and 1744, respectively. Colonial shipping was, therefore, subject to attack by privateers of Spain and France. The Treaty of Aix- la- Chapelle (1748) ended this danger. 2. George Thomas (c. 1695–1774), governor of Pennsylvania 1738–47. 3. Plain Truth; or, Serious Considerations on the Pres ent State of the City of Philadelphia, and Prov- ince of Pennsylvania, by a “tradesman of Phila- delphia” (November 17, 1747). 4. Charter, prob ably including the bylaws.

working for themselves, by which means several Families were raised. Part- nerships often "nish in Quarrels, but I was happy in this, that mine were all carried on and ended amicably; owing I think a good deal to the Precau- tion of having very explic itly settled in our Articles every thing to be done by or expected from each Partner, so that there was nothing to dispute, which Precaution I would therefore recommend to all who enter into Partner- ships, for what ever Esteem Partners may have for and Con"dence in each other at the time of the Contract, little Jealousies and Disgusts may arise, with Ideas of In equality in the Care and Burden of the Business, etc., which are attended often with Breach of Friendship and of the Connection, per- haps with Lawsuits and other disagreeable Consequences.

I had on the whole abundant Reason to be satis"ed with my being estab- lished in Pennsylvania. There were however two things that I regretted: There being no Provision for Defense, nor for a complete Education of Youth. No Militia nor any College. I therefore in 1743, drew up a Proposal6 for establishing an Acad emy; and at that time thinking the Rev. Mr. Peters,7 who was out of Employ, a "t Person to superintend such an Institution, I com- municated the Proj ect to him. But he having more pro"table Views in the Ser vice of the Proprietor,8 which succeeded, declin’d the Undertaking. And not knowing another at that time suitable for such a Trust, I let the Scheme lie a while dormant. I succeeded better the next Year, 1744, in proposing and establishing a Philosophical Society. The Paper I wrote for that purpose9 will be found among my Writings when collected.

With re spect to Defense, Spain having been several Years at War against Britain, and being at length join’d by France, which brought us into greater Danger,1 and the labored and long- continued Endeavors of our Governor Thomas2 to prevail with our Quaker Assembly to pass a Militia Law, and make other Provisions for the Security of the Province having proved abortive, I determined to try what might be done by a voluntary Association of the People. To promote this I "rst wrote and published a Pamphlet, entitled, plain truth,3 in which I stated our defenseless Situation in strong Lights, with the Neces- sity of Union and Discipline for our Defense, and promis’d to propose in a few Days an Association to be generally signed for that purpose. The Pamphlet had a sudden and surprising Effect. I was call’d upon for the Instrument4 of Association: And having settled the Draft of it with a few Friends, I appointed a Meeting of the Citizens in the large Building before- mentioned.

The House was pretty full. I had prepared a Number of printed Copies, and provided Pens and Ink dispers’d all over the Room. I harangu’d them a

5. Before his appointment as lieutenant col o nel of the Associated Regiment of Foot for Philadel- phia, Thomas Lawrence (1689–1754) had served as a city Councilman, an alderman, and three times as mayor. He later served two more times

as mayor. 6. Wall or platform on which guns are placed. 7. Battlements. 8. I.e., drinking vessels "lled to the brim. 9. Made known.

little on the Subject, read the Paper and explain’d it, and then distributed the Copies which were eagerly signed, not the least Objection being made. When the Com pany separated, and the Papers were collected we found above Twelve hundred Hands; and other Copies being dispers’d in the Country the Subscribers amounted at length to upwards of Ten Thousand. These all furnish’d themselves as soon as they could with Arms; form’d themselves into Companies, and Regiments, chose their own Of"cers, and met every Week to be instructed in the manual Exercise, and other Parts of military Discipline. The Women, by Subscriptions among themselves, provided Silk Colors, which they presented to the Companies, painted with dif fer ent Devices and Mottos which I supplied. The Of"cers of the Companies com- posing the Philadelphia Regiment, being met, chose me for their Col o nel; but conceiving myself un"t, I declin’d that Station, and recommended Mr. Law- rence, a "ne Person and Man of Induence, who was accordingly appointed.5 I then propos’d a Lottery to defray the Expense of Building a Battery6 below the Town, and furnishing it with Cannon. It "lled expeditiously and the Bat- tery was soon erected, the Merlons7 being fram’d of Logs and "ll’d with Earth. We bought some old Cannon from Boston, but these not being suf"- cient, we wrote to Eng land for more, soliciting at the same Time our Propri- etaries for some Assistance, tho’ without much Expectation of obtaining it.

Meanwhile Col o nel Lawrence, William Allen, Abraham Taylor, Esquires, and myself were sent to New York by the Associators, commission’d to borrow some Cannon of Governor Clinton. He at "rst refus’d us peremptorily: but at a Dinner with his Council where there was great Drinking of Madeira Wine, as the Custom at that Place then was, he soften’d by degrees, and said he would lend us Six. After a few more Bumpers8 he advanc’d to Ten. And at length he very good- naturedly conceded Eigh teen. They were "ne Cannon, 18 pounders, with their Carriages, which we soon transported and mounted on our Battery, where the Associators kept a nightly Guard while the War lasted: And among the rest I regularly took my Turn of Duty there as a common Soldier.

My Activity in these Operations was agreeable to the Governor and Coun- cil; they took me into Con"dence, and I was consulted by them in every Mea sure wherein their Concurrence was thought useful to the Association. Calling in the Aid of Religion, I propos’d to them the Proclaiming a Fast, to promote Reformation, and implore the Blessing of Heaven on our Under- taking. They embrac’d the Motion, but as it was the "rst Fast ever thought of in the Province, the Secretary had no Pre ce dent from which to draw the Proclamation. My Education in New Eng land, where a Fast is proclaim’d every Year, was here of some Advantage. I drew it in the accustomed Style, it was translated into German, printed in both Languages and divulg’d9 thro’ the Province. This gave the Clergy of the dif fer ent Sects an Opportunity of Induencing their Congregations to join in the Association; and it would prob- ably have been general among all but Quakers if the Peace had not soon interven’d.

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1. Franklin here neglects to mention that he applied for the position of clerk of the assembly in 1736 and for the deputy postmaster general- ship in 1751. 2. James Morris (1707–1751), prominent Phila-

delphia Quaker, assemblyman, and member of the Library Com pany (see n. 2, p. 507). 3. I.e., members of the Society of Friends, or Quakers. Paci"sm is a basic article of their faith.

It was thought by some of my Friends that by my Activity in these Affairs, I should offend that Sect, and thereby lose my Interest in the Assembly where they were a great Majority. A young Gentleman who had likewise some Friends in the House, and wish’d to succeed me as their Clerk, acquainted me that it was deci ded to displace me at the next Election, and he therefore in goodwill advis’d me to resign, as more consistent with my Honor than being turn’d out. My Answer to him was, that I had read or heard of some Public Man, who made it a Rule never to ask for an Of"ce, and never to refuse one when offer’d to him. I approve, says I, of his Rule, and will prac- tice it with a small Addition; I shall never ask, never refuse, nor ever resign an Of"ce.1 If they will have my Of"ce of Clerk to dispose of to another, they shall take it from me. I will not be giving it up, lose my Right of some time or other making Reprisals on my adversaries. I heard however no more of this. I was chosen again, unanimously as usual, at the next Election. Possibly as they dislik’d my late Intimacy with the Members of Council, who had join’d the Governors in all the Disputes about military Preparations with which the House had long been harass’d, they might have been pleas’d if I would volun- tarily have left them; but they did not care to displace me on Account merely of my Zeal for the Association; and they could not well give another Reason.

Indeed I had some Cause to believe, that the Defense of the Country was not disagreeable to any of them, provided they were not requir’d to assist in it. And I found that a much greater Number of them than I could have imagined, tho’ against offensive War, were clearly for the defensive. Many Pamphlets pro and con were publish’d on the Subject, and some by good Quakers in favor of Defense, which I believe convinc’d most of their younger People. A Transaction in our Fire Com pany gave me some Insight into their prevailing Sentiments. It had been propos’d that we should encourage the Scheme for building a Battery by laying out the pres ent Stock, then about Sixty Pounds, in Tickets of the Lottery. By our Rules no Money could be dispos’d of but at the next Meeting after the Proposal. The Com pany con- sisted of Thirty Members, of which Twenty- two were Quakers, and Eight only of other Persuasions. We eight punctually attended the Meeting; but tho’ we thought that some of the Quakers would join us, we were by no means sure of a Majority. Only one Quaker, Mr. James Morris,2 appear’d to oppose the Mea sure: He express’d much Sorrow that it had ever been propos’d, as he said Friends3 were all against it, and it would create such Discord as might break up the Com pany. We told him, that we saw no Reason for that; we were the Minority, and if Friends were against the Mea sure and outvoted us, we must and should, agreeable to the Usage of all Socie ties, submit.

When the Hour for Business arriv’d, it was mov’d to put the Vote. He allow’d we might then do it by the Rules, but as he could assure us that a Number of Members intended to be pres ent for the purpose of opposing it, it would be but candid to allow a little time for their appearing. While we were disputing this, a Waiter came to tell me two Gentlemen below desir’d

4. James Logan (1674–1751) moved to Philadel- phia in 1699 as William Penn’s secretary and oversaw Penn’s business for "fty years (see n. 8,

p. 495). 5. Actually two hundred and "fty.

to speak with me. I went down, and found they were two of our Quaker Members. They told me there were eight of them assembled at a Tavern just by; that they were determin’d to come and vote with us if there should be occasion, which they hop’d would not be the Case; and desir’d we would not call for their Assistance if we could do without it, as their Voting for such a Mea sure might embroil them with their Elders and Friends. Being thus secure of a Majority, I went up, and after a little seeming Hesitation, agreed to a Delay of another Hour. This Mr. Morris allow’d to be extremely fair. Not one of his opposing Friends appear’d, at which he express’d great Surprise; and at the Expiration of the Hour, we carried the Resolution Eight to one; And as of the 22 Quakers, Eight were ready to vote with us and, Thir- teen by their Absence manifested that they were not inclin’d to oppose the Mea sure, I afterwards estimated the Proportion of Quakers sincerely against Defense as one to twenty- one only. For these were all regular Members of that Society, and in good Reputation among them, and had due Notice of what was propos’d at that Meeting.

The honorable and learned Mr. Logan,4 who had always been of that Sect, was one who wrote an Address to them, declaring his Approbation of defen- sive War, and supporting his Opinion by many strong Arguments: He put into my Hands Sixty Pounds,5 to be laid out in Lottery Tickets for the Battery, with Directions to apply what Prizes might be drawn wholly to that Ser vice. He told me the following Anecdote of his old Master William Penn respecting Defense. He came over from Eng land, when a young Man, with that Proprietary, and as his Secretary. It was War Time, and their Ship was chas’d by an armed Vessel suppos’d to be an Enemy. Their Captain prepar’d for Defense, but told William Penn and his Com pany of Quakers, that he did not expect their Assistance, and they might retire into the Cabin; which they did, except James Logan, who chose to stay upon Deck, and was quarter’d to a Gun. The suppos’d Enemy prov’d a Friend; so there was no Fighting. But when the Secretary went down to communicate the Intelligence, William Penn rebuk’d him severely for staying upon Deck and undertaking to assist in defending the Vessel, contrary to the Princi ples of Friends, especially as it had not been required by the Captain. This Reproof being before all the Com pany, piqu’d the Secretary, who answer’d, I being thy Servant, why did thee not order me to come down: but thee was willing enough that I should stay and help to #ght the Ship when thee thought there was Danger.

My being many Years in the Assembly, the Majority of which were con- stantly Quakers, gave me frequent Opportunities of seeing the Embarrassment given them by their Princi ple against War, whenever Application was made to them by Order of the Crown to grant Aids for military Purposes. They were unwilling to offend Government on the one hand, by a direct Refusal, and their Friends the Body of Quakers on the other, by a Compliance con- trary to their Princi ples. Hence a Variety of Evasions to avoid Complying, and Modes of disguising the Compliance when it became unavoidable. The common Mode at last was to grant Money under the Phrase of its being for the King’s Use, and never to enquire how it was applied. But if the Demand

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6. The Fortress of Louisburg was built on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotià, to protect the St. Lawrence River approaches. It was captured in 1745 and returned to France in 1748 through the Treaty of Aix- la- Chapelle. 7. Philip Syng (1703–1789), silversmith and member of the Junto (see n. 7, p. 502). 8. In 1719, a group of German Baptists emi-

grated from the Netherlands to Pennsylvania. Welfare (1687–1741), also known as Wolfaert or Wohlfahrt, was a leader of a splinter group, the Seventh Day Baptist Community in Ephrata (now Lancaster), Pennsylvania. The German Baptists were called “Dunkers” because they believed in baptism by total immersion.

was not directly from the Crown, that Phrase was found not so proper, and some other was to be in ven ted. As when Powder was wanting, (I think it was for the Garrison at Louisburg,)6 and the Government of New Eng land solicited a Grant of some from Pennsylvania, which was much urg’d on the House by Governor Thomas, they could not grant Money to buy Powder, because that was an Ingredient of War, but they voted an Aid to New Eng land, of Three Thousand Pounds, to be put into the hands of the Gov- ernor, and appropriated it for the Purchasing of Bread, Flour, Wheat, or other Grain. Some of the Council desirous of giving the House still farther Embar- rassment, advis’d the Governor not to accept Provision, as not being the Thing he had demanded. But he replied, “I shall take the Money, for I understand very well their Meaning; Other Grain, is Gunpowder”; which he accordingly bought; and they never objected to it.

It was in Allusion to this Fact, that when in our Fire Com pany we feared the Success of our Proposal in favor of the Lottery, and I had said to my friend Mr. Syng,7 one of our Members, if we fail, let us move the Purchase of a Fire Engine with the Money; the Quakers can have no Objection to that: and then if you nominate me, and I you, as a Committee for that purpose, we will buy a great Gun, which is certainly a Fire- Engine: I see, says he, you have improv’d by being so long in the Assembly; your equivocal Proj ect would be just a Match for their Wheat or other grain.

These Embarrassments that the Quakers suffer’d from having establish’d and publish’d it as one of their Princi ples, that no kind of War was lawful, and which being once published, they could not afterwards, however they might change their minds, easily get rid of, reminds me of what I think a more prudent Conduct in another Sect among us; that of the Dunkers. I was acquainted with one of its Found ers, Michael Welfare, soon after it appear’d.8 He complain’d to me that they were grievously calumniated by the Zealots of other Persuasions, and charg’d with abominable Princi ples and Practices to which they were utter Strangers. I told him this had always been the case with new Sects; and that to put a Stop to such Abuse, I imagin’d it might be well to publish the Articles of their Belief and the Rules of their Discipline. He said that it had been propos’d among them, but not agreed to, for this Reason; “When we were "rst drawn together as a Society, says he, it had pleased God to enlighten our Minds so far, as to see that some Doctrines which we once esteemed Truths were Errors, and that others which we had esteemed Errors were real Truths. From time to time he has been pleased to afford us farther Light, and our Princi ples have been improving, and our Errors diminishing. Now we are not sure that we are arriv’d at the End of this Progression, and at the Perfection of Spiritual or Theological Knowl- edge; and we fear that if we should once print our Confession of Faith, we should feel ourselves as if bound and con"n’d by it, and perhaps be unwill- ing to receive farther Improvement; and our Successors still more so, as

9. Courts. 1. In 1756, ten paci"st Quakers resigned from their assembly seats and three refused to run for reelection. 2. However, not the stove known today as the Franklin stove. None of Franklin’s originals sur- vives.

3. Grace paid for the publication of this pam- phlet in 1744. 4. The ironmonger, or hardware merchant, was prob ably James Sharp, who took out such a pat- ent in 1781. “Assuming”: appropriating. 5. Published in 1749.

conceiving what we their Elders and Found ers had done, to be something sacred, never to be departed from.”

This Modesty in a Sect is perhaps a singular Instance in the History of Mankind, every other Sect supposing itself in Possession of all Truth, and that those who differ are so far in the Wrong: Like a Man traveling in foggy Weather: Those at some Distance before him on the Road he sees wrapped up in the Fog, as well as those behind him, and also the People in the Fields on each side; but near him all appears clear.— Tho’ in truth he is as much in the Fog as any of them. To avoid this kind of Embarrassment the Quakers have of late Years been gradually declining the public Ser vice in the Assembly and in the Magistracy.9 Choosing rather to quit their Power than their Princi ple.1

In Order of Time I should have mentioned before, that having in 1742 in ven ted an open Stove,2 for the better warming of Rooms and at the same time saving Fuel, as the fresh Air admitted was warmed in Entering, I made a Pres ent of the Model to Mr. Robert Grace, one of my early Friends, who having an Iron Furnace, found the Casting of the Plates for these Stoves a pro"table Thing, as they were growing in Demand. To promote that Demand I wrote and published a Pamphlet entitled, An Account of the New- In ven ted Pennsylvania Fire Places: Wherein their Construction and manner of Operation is particularly explained; their Advantages above every other Method of warming Rooms demonstrated; and all Objections that have been raised against the Use of them answered and obviated, etc.3 This Pamphlet had a good Effect. Governor Thomas was so pleas’d with the Construction of this Stove, as describ’d in it, that he offer’d to give me a Patent for the sole Vend- ing of them for a Term of Years; but I declin’d it from a Princi ple which has ever weigh’d with me on such Occasions, viz., That as we enjoy great Advan- tages from the Inventions of Others, we should be glad of an Opportunity to serve others by any Invention of ours, and this we should do freely and gener- ously. An Ironmonger in London, however, after assuming a good deal of my Pamphlet and working it up into his own, and making some small Changes in the Machine, which rather hurt its Operation, got a Patent for it there,4 and made as I was told a little Fortune by it. And this is not the only Instance of Patents taken out for my Inventions by others, tho’ not always with the same success: which I never contested, as having no Desire of pro"ting by Patents myself, and hating Disputes. The Use of these Fireplaces in very many Houses both of this and the neighboring Colonies, has been and is a great Saving of Wood to the Inhabitants.

Peace being concluded, and the Association Business therefore at an End, I turn’d my Thoughts again to the Affair of establishing an Acad emy. The "rst Step I took was to associate in the Design a Number of active Friends, of whom the Junto furnished a good Part; the next was to write and publish a Pamphlet entitled, Proposals relating to the Education of Youth in Pennsyl- vania.5 This I distributed among the principal Inhabitants gratis; and as soon as I could suppose their Minds a little prepared by the Perusal of it, I set on

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6. Actually, two thousand pounds. 7. Actually, January 1751.

foot a Subscription for Opening and Supporting an Acad emy; it was to be paid in Quotas yearly for Five Years; by so dividing it I judg’d the Sub- scription might be larger, and I believe it was so, amounting to no less (if I remember right) than Five thousand Pounds.6 In the Introduction to these Proposals, I stated their Publication not as an Act of mine, but of some public- spirited Gentlemen, avoiding as much as I could, according to my usual Rule, the presenting myself to the Public as the Author of any Scheme for their Bene"t.

The Subscribers, to carry the Proj ect into immediate Execution chose out of their Number Twenty- four Trustees, and appointed Mr. Francis, then Attorney General, and myself, to draw up Constitutions for the Government of the Acad emy, which being done and signed, an House was hired, Mas- ters engag’d and the Schools opened I think in the same Year 1749.7 The Scholars increasing fast, the House was soon found too small, and we were looking out for a Piece of Ground properly situated, with Intention to build, when Providence threw into our way a large House ready built, which with a few Alterations might well serve our purpose, this was the Building before- mentioned erected by the Hearers of Mr.  White"eld, and was obtain’d for us in the following Manner.

It is to be noted, that the Contributions to this Building being made by People of dif fer ent Sects, Care was taken in the Nomination of Trustees, in whom the Building and Ground was to be vested, that a Predominancy should not be given to any Sect, lest in time that Predominancy might be a means of appropriating the whole to the Use of such Sect, contrary to the original Intention; it was therefore that one of each Sect was appointed, viz., one Church- of- Eng land- man, one Presbyterian, one Baptist, one Moravian, etc. Those in case of Vacancy by Death were to "ll it by Election from among the Contributors. The Moravian happen’d not to please his Colleagues, and on his Death, they resolved to have no other of that Sect. The Dif"culty then was, how to avoid having two of some other Sect, by means of the new Choice. Several Persons were named and for that Reason not agreed to. At length one mention’d me, with the Observation that I was merely an honest Man, and of no Sect at all; which prevail’d with them to choose me.

The Enthusiasm which existed when the House was built, had long since abated, and its Trustees had not been able to procure fresh Contributions for paying the Ground Rent, and discharging some other Debts the Build- ing had occasion’d, which embarrass’d them greatly. Being now a Member of both Sets of Trustees, that for the Building and that for the Acad emy, I had good Opportunity of negotiating with both, and brought them " nally to an Agreement, by which the Trustees for the Building were to cede it to those of the Acad emy, the latter undertaking to discharge the Debt, to keep for- ever open in the Building a large Hall for occasional Preachers according to the original Intention, and maintain a Free School for the Instruction of poor Children. Writings were accordingly drawn, and on paying the Debts the Trustees of the Acad emy were put in Possession of the Premises, and by dividing the great and lofty Hall into Stories, and dif fer ent Rooms above and below for the several Schools, and purchasing some additional Ground, the

8. Hall (1714–1772), a Scottish printer, moved to Philadelphia in 1743 at Franklin’s invitation. 9. I.e., natu ral science. 1. Archibald Spencer (c. 1698–1760) was a phy- sician, natu ral scientist, and lecturer on electric- ity. Franklin heard his Boston lectures in 1743. 2. Franklin served as city councilman in 1748, justice of the peace in 1749, alderman in 1751, and

assemblyman in 1751. “Burgess”: representative sent by a town to a legislative body. 3. In a magic square, numbers are arranged so that the sums of each row— horizontal, vertical, and diagonal— are equal. A magic circle is a cir- cular con"guration of numbers whose additive values equal 180 or 360 when arranged in a pre- scribed way.

whole was soon made "t for our purpose, and the Scholars remov’d into the Building. The Care and Trou ble of agreeing with the Workmen, purchasing Materials, and superintending the Work fell upon me, and I went thro’ it the more cheerfully, as it did not then interfere with my private Business, having the Year before taken a very able, industrious and honest Partner, Mr. David Hall, with whose Character I was well acquainted, as he had work’d for me four Years.8 He took off my Hands all Care of the Printing- Of"ce, paying me punctually my Share of the Pro"ts. This Partnership con- tinued Eigh teen Years, successfully for us both.

The Trustees of the Acad emy after a while were incorporated by a Char- ter from the Governor; their Funds were increas’d by Contributions in Brit- ain, and Grants of Land from the Proprietaries, to which the Assembly has since made considerable Addition, and thus was established the pres ent Uni- versity of Philadelphia. I have been continued one of its Trustees from the Beginning, now near forty Years, and have had the very great Plea sure of seeing a Number of the Youth who have receiv’d their Education in it, distinguish’d by their improv’d Abilities, ser viceable in public Stations, and Ornaments to their Country.

When I disengag’d myself as above- mentioned from private Business, I datter’d myself that, by the suf"cient tho’ moderate Fortune I had acquir’d, I had secur’d Leisure during the rest of my Life, for Philosophical Studies9 and Amusements; I purchas’d all Dr. Spencer’s Apparatus, who had come from Eng land to lecture here;1 and I proceeded in my Electrical Experiments with great Alacrity; but the Public now considering me as a Man of Leisure, laid hold of me for their Purposes; every Part of our Civil Government, and almost at the same time, imposing some Duty upon me. The Governor put me into the Commission of the Peace; the Corporation of the City chose me of the Common Council, and soon after an Alderman; and the Citizens at large chose me a Burgess to represent them in Assembly.2 This latter Station was the more agreeable to me, as I was at length tired with sitting there to hear Debates in which as Clerk I could take no part, and which were often so unentertaining, that I was induc’d to amuse myself with making magic Squares, or Circles,3 or anything to avoid Weariness. And I conceiv’d my becoming a Member would enlarge my Power of doing Good. I would not however insinuate that my Ambition was not datter’d by all these Pro- motions. It certainly was. For considering my low Beginning they were great Things to me. And they were still more pleasing, as being so many spontaneous Testimonies of the public’s good Opinion, and by me entirely unsolicited.

The Of"ce of Justice of the Peace I tried a little, by attending a few Courts, and sitting on the Bench to hear Causes. But "nding that more knowledge of the Common Law than I possess’d, was necessary to act in that Station with Credit, I gradually withdrew from it, excusing myself by my being oblig’d

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4. In Pennsylvania. 5. Bond (1712–1784) was Franklin’s physician.

to attend the higher Duties of a Legislator in the Assembly. My Election to this Trust was repeated every Year for Ten Years, without my ever asking any Elector for his Vote, or signifying either directly or indirectly any Desire of being chosen. On taking my Seat in the House, my Son was appointed their Clerk.

The Year following, a Treaty being to be held with the Indians at Carlisle,4 the Governor sent a Message to the House, proposing that they should nominate some of their Members to be join’d with some Members of Coun- cil as Commissioners for that purpose. The House nam’d the Speaker (Mr. Norris) and myself; and being commission’d we went to Carlisle, and met the Indians accordingly. As those People are extremely apt to get drunk, and when so are very quarrelsome and disorderly, we strictly forbad the sell- ing any Liquor to them; and when they complain’d of this Restriction, we told them that if they would continue sober during the Treaty, we would give them Plenty of Rum when Business was over. They promis’d this; and they kept their Promise— because they could get no Liquor— and the Treaty was conducted very orderly, and concluded to mutual Satisfaction. They then claim’d and receiv’d the Rum. This was in the After noon. They were near 100 Men, Women and Children, and were lodg’d in temporary Cabins built in the Form of a Square just without the Town. In the Eve ning, hearing a great Noise among them, the Commissioners walk’d out to see what was the Matter. We found they had made a great Bon"re in the Middle of the Square. They were all drunk, Men and Women, quarreling and "ghting. Their dark- color’d Bodies, half naked, seen only by the gloomy Light of the Bon"re, running after and beating one another with Firebrands, accompanied by their horrid Yellings, form’d a Scene the most resembling our Ideas of Hell that could well be imagin’d. There was no appeasing the Tumult, and we retired to our Lodging. At Midnight a Number of them came thundering at our Door, demanding more Rum; of which we took no Notice. The next Day, sensible they had misbehav’d in giving us that Disturbance, they sent three of their old Counselors to make their Apology. The Orator acknowledg’d the Fault, but laid it upon the Rum; and then endeavor’d to excuse the Rum, by saying, “The great Spirit who made all things made every thing for some Use, and what ever Use he design’d anything for, that Use it should always be put to; Now, when he made Rum, he said, Let this be for Indians to get drunk with. And it must be so.— And indeed if it be the Design of Providence to extirpate these Savages in order to make room for Cultivators of the Earth, it seems not improbable that Rum may be the appointed Means. It has already annihilated all the Tribes who formerly inhabited the Seacoast.

In 1751 Dr. Thomas Bond, a par tic u lar Friend of mine,5 conceiv’d the Idea of establishing a Hospital in Philadelphia for the Reception and Cure of poor sick Persons, whether Inhabitants of the Province or Strangers. A very benef- icent Design, which has been ascrib’d to me, but was originally his. He was zealous and active in endeavoring to procure Subscriptions for it; but the Proposal being a Novelty in Amer i ca, and at "rst not well understood, he met with small Success. At length he came to me, with the Compliment that

6. Pennsylvania Gazette, August 8 and 15, 1751. Franklin also published Some Account of the Pennsyl- vania Hospital in 1754.

he found there was no such thing as carry ing a public- spirited Proj ect through, without my being concern’d in it; “for, says he, I am often ask’d by  those to whom I propose Subscribing, Have you consulted Franklin upon this Business? and what does he think of it? And when I tell them that I have not, (supposing it rather out of your Line,) they do not subscribe, but say they will consider of it.” I enquir’d into the Nature, and probable Utility of his Scheme, and receiving from him a very satisfactory Explanation, I not only subscrib’d to it myself, but engag’d heartily in the Design of Procuring Subscriptions from others. Previous however to the Solicitation, I endeav- ored to prepare the Minds of the People by writing on the Subject in the Newspapers,6 which was my usual Custom in such Cases, but which he had omitted. The Subscriptions afterwards were more free and generous, but beginning to dag, I saw they would be insuf"cient without some Assistance from the Assembly, and therefore propos’d to petition for it, which was done. The Country Members did not at "rst relish the Proj ect. They objected that it could only be ser viceable to the City, and therefore the Citizens should alone be at the Expense of it; and they doubted whether the Citizens them- selves generally approv’d of it: My Allegation on the contrary, that it met with such Approbation as to leave no doubt of our being able to raise 2000 Pounds by voluntary Donations, they considered as a most extravagant Supposition, and utterly impossible. On this I form’d my Plan; and asking Leave to bring in a Bill, for incorporating the Contributors, according to the Prayers of their Petition, and granting them a blank Sum of Money, which Leave was obtain’d chiedy on the Consideration that the House could throw the Bill out if they did not like it, I drew it so as to make the impor tant Clause a conditional One, viz., “And be it enacted by the Authority aforesaid That when the said Contributors shall have met and chosen their Man ag ers and Trea surer, and shall have raised by their Contributions a Capital Stock of 2000 Pounds Value, (the yearly Interest of which is to be applied to the Accommodating of the Sick Poor in the said Hospital, free of Charge for Diet, Attendance, Advice and Medicines) and shall make the same appear to the Satisfaction of the Speaker of the Assembly for the time being; that then it shall and may be law- ful for the said Speaker, and he is hereby required to sign an Order on the Provincial Trea surer for the Payment of Two Thousand Pounds in two yearly Payments, to the Trea surer of the said Hospital, to be applied to the Found- ing, Building and Finishing of the same.”— This Condition carried the Bill through; for the Members who had oppos’d the Grant, and now conceiv’d they might have the Credit of being charitable without the Expense, agreed to its Passage; And then in soliciting Subscriptions among the People we urg’d the conditional Promise of the Law as an additional Motive to give, since every Man’s Donation would be doubled. Thus the Clause work’d both ways. The subscriptions accordingly soon exceeded the requisite Sum, and we claim’d and receiv’d the Public Gift, which enabled us to carry the Design into Execution. A con ve nient and handsome Building was soon erected, the Institution has by constant Experience been found useful, and dourishes to this Day. And I do not remember any of my po liti cal Maneuvers, the Success

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7. Presbyterian preacher (1703–1764) in New Brunswick, New Jersey; like George White"eld, a leader of the Great Awakening. “Projector”:

someone with a proposal in mind. 8. Street cleaners. 9. Business, trade.

of which gave me at the time more Plea sure. Or that in after- thinking of it, I more easily excus’d myself for having made some Use of Cunning.

It was about this time that another Projector, the Revd. Gilbert Ten- nent,7 came to me, with a Request that I would assist him in procuring a Subscription for erecting a new Meeting house. It was to be for the Use of a Congregation he had gathered among the Presbyterians who were origi- nally Disciples of Mr. White"eld. Unwilling to make myself disagreeable to my fellow Citizens, by too frequently soliciting their Contributions, I abso- lutely refus’d. He then desir’d I would furnish him with a List of the Names of Persons I knew by Experience to be generous and public- spirited. I thought it would be unbecoming in me, after their kind Compliance with my Solicitations, to mark them out to be worried by other Beggars, and therefore refus’d also to give such a List. He then desir’d I would at least give him my Advice. That I will readily do, said I; and, in the "rst Place, I advise you to apply to all those whom you know will give something; next to those whom you are uncertain whether they will give anything or not; and show them the List of those who have given: and lastly, do not neglect those who you are sure will give nothing; for in some of them you may be mis- taken. He laugh’d, and thank’d me, and said he would take my Advice. He did so, for he ask’d of every body; and he obtain’d a much larger Sum than he expected, with which he erected the capacious and very elegant Meeting- house that stands in Arch Street.

Our City, tho’ laid out with a beautiful Regularity, the Streets large, straight, and crossing each other at right Angles, had the Disgrace of suffer- ing those Streets to remain long unpav’d, and in wet Weather the Wheels of heavy Carriages plough’d them into a Quagmire, so that it was dif"cult to cross them. And in dry Weather the Dust was offensive. I had liv’d near what was call’d the Jersey Market, and saw with Pain the Inhabitants wad- ing in Mud while purchasing their Provisions. A Strip of Ground down the middle of that Market was at length pav’d with Brick, so that being once in the Market they had "rm Footing, but were often over Shoes in Dirt to get there. By talking and writing on the Subject, I was at length instrumental in getting the Street pav’d with Stone between the Market and the brick’d Foot- Pavement that was on each Side next the Houses. This for some time gave an easy Access to the Market, dry- shod. But the rest of the Street not being pav’d, whenever a Carriage came out of the Mud upon this Pavement, it shook off and left its Dirt on it, and it was soon cover’d with Mire, which was not remov’d, the City as yet having no Scavengers.8 After some Enquiry I found a poor industrious Man, who was willing to undertake keeping the Pavement clean, by sweeping it twice a week and carry ing off the Dirt from before all the Neighbors’ Doors, for the Sum of Sixpence per Month, to be paid by each House. I then wrote and printed a Paper, setting forth the Advan- tages to the Neighborhood that might be obtain’d by this small Expense; the greater Ease in keeping our Houses clean, so much Dirt not being brought in by People’s Feet; the Bene"t to the Shops by more Custom,9 as Buyers could more easily get at them, and by not having in windy Weather the Dust

1. Franklin went to Eng land as an agent for the Pennsylvania Assembly to negotiate with Thomas and Richard Penn on the matter of taxing propri- etary estates in common with other property. 2. Quaker apothecary (d. 1759).

3. I.e., illuminating. 4. A garden and amusement park near London. 5. John Fothergill (1712–1780), a leader of the En glish Quakers and Franklin’s physician when he was in London.

blown in upon their Goods, etc., etc. I sent one of these Papers to each House, and in a Day or two went round to see who would subscribe an Agreement to pay these Sixpences. It was unanimously sign’d, and for a time well executed. All the Inhabitants of the City were delighted with the Clean- lines of the Pavement that surrounded the Market; it being a Con ve nience to all; and this rais’d a general Desire to have all the Streets paved; and made the People more willing to submit to a Tax for that purpose.

After some time I drew a Bill for Paving the City, and brought it into the Assembly. It was just before I went to Eng land in 17571 and did not pass till I was gone, and then with an Alteration in the Mode of Assessment, which I thought not for the better, but with an additional Provision for lighting as well as Paving the Streets, which was a great Improvement. It was by a pri- vate Person, the late Mr. John Clifton,2 his giving a Sample of the Utility of Lamps by placing one at his Door, that the People were "rst impress’d with the Idea of enlightening3 all the City. The Honor of this public Bene"t has also been ascrib’d to me, but it belongs truly to that Gentleman. I did but follow his Example; and have only some Merit to claim respecting the Form of our Lamps as differing from the Globe Lamps we at "rst were supplied with from London. Those we found incon ve nient in these re spects; they admitted no Air below, the Smoke therefore did not readily go out above, but circulated in the Globe, lodg’d on its Inside, and soon obstructed the Light they were intended to afford; giving, besides, the daily Trou ble of wip- ing them clean: and an accidental Stroke on one of them would demolish it, and render it totally useless. I therefore suggested the composing them of four dat Panes, with a long Funnel above to draw up the Smoke, and Crev- ices admitting Air below, to facilitate the Ascent of the Smoke. By this means they were kept clean, and did not grow dark in a few Hours as the London Lamps do, but continu’d bright till Morning; and an accidental Stroke would generally break but a single Pane, easily repair’d. I have sometimes won der’d that the Londoners did not, from the Effect Holes in the Bottom of the Globe Lamps us’d at Vauxhall,4 have in keeping them clean, learn to have such Holes in their Street Lamps. But those Holes being made for another pur- pose, viz., to communicate Flame more suddenly to the Wick, by a little Flax hanging down thro’ them, the other Use of letting in Air seems not to have been thought of.— And therefore, after the Lamps have been lit a few Hours, the Streets of London are very poorly illuminated.

The Mention of these Improvements puts me in mind of one I propos’d when in London, to Dr. Fothergill,5 who was among the best Men I have known, and a great Promoter of useful Proj ects. I had observ’d that the Streets when dry were never swept and the light Dust carried away, but it was suffer’d to accumulate till wet Weather reduc’d it to Mud, and then after lying some Days so deep on the Pavement that there was no Crossing but in Paths kept clean by poor People with Brooms, it was with great Labor rak’d together and thrown up into Carts open above, the Sides of which suffer’d some of the Slush at every jolt on the Pavement to shake out and fall,

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6. In London, near Charing Cross; Franklin lived there in 1757–62 and 1764–75.

7. Gutter.

sometimes to the Annoyance of Foot- Passengers. The Reason given for not sweeping the dusty Streets was, that the Dust would dy into the Win dows of Shops and Houses. An accidental Occurrence had instructed me how much Sweeping might be done in a little Time. I found at my Door in Craven Street6 one Morning a poor Woman sweeping my Pavement with a birch Broom. She appeared very pale and feeble as just come out of a Fit of Sick- ness. I ask’d who employ’d her to sweep there. She said, “Nobody; but I am very poor and in Distress, and I sweeps before Gentlefolkeses Doors, and hopes they will give me something.” I bid her sweep the whole Street clean and I would give her a Shilling. This was at 9 aClock. At 12 she came for the Shilling. From the Slowness I saw at "rst in her Working, I could scarce believe that the Work was done so soon, and sent my Servant to examine it, who reported that the whole Street was swept perfectly clean, and all the Dust plac’d in the Gutter which was in the Middle. And the next Rain wash’d it quite away, so that the Pavement and even the Kennel7 were per- fectly clean. I then judg’d that if that feeble Woman could sweep such a Street in 3 Hours, a strong active Man might have done it in half the time. And here let me remark the Con ve nience of having but one Gutter in such a narrow Street, running down its Middle, instead of two, one on each Side near the Footway. For Where all the Rain that falls on a Street runs from the Sides and meets in the middle, it forms there a Current strong enough to wash away all the Mud it meets with: But when divided into two Chan- nels, it is often too weak to cleanse either, and only makes the Mud it "nds more duid, so that the Wheels of Carriages and Feet of Horses throw and dash it up on the Foot Pavement which is thereby rendered foul and slip- pery, and sometimes splash it upon those who are walking. My Proposal communicated to the good Doctor, was as follows.

“For the more effectual cleaning and keeping clean the Streets of Lon- don and Westminster, it is proposed,

“That the several Watchmen be contracted with to have the Dust swept up in dry Seasons, and the Mud rak’d up at other Times, each in the several Streets and Lanes of his Round.

“That they be furnish’d with Brooms and other proper Instruments for these purposes, to be kept at their respective Stands, ready to furnish the poor People they may employ in the Ser vice.

“That in the dry Summer Months the Dust be all swept up into Heaps at proper Distances, before the Shops and Win dows of Houses are usually opened: when the Scavengers with close- covered Carts shall also carry it all away.

“That the Mud when rak’d up be not left in Heaps to be spread abroad again by the Wheels of Carriages and Trampling of Horses; but that the Scav- engers be provided with Bodies of Carts, not plac’d high upon Wheels, but low upon Sliders; with Lattice Bottoms, which being cover’d with Straw, will retain the Mud thrown into them, and permit the Water to drain from it, whereby it will become much lighter, Water making the greatest Part of its Weight. These Bodies of Carts to be plac’d at con ve nient Distances, and the

8. Printer and publisher of the Virginia Gazette (d. 1761).

9. A former British coin worth one quarter of a penny.

Mud brought to them in Wheelbarrows, they remaining where plac’d till the Mud is drain’d, and then Horses brought to draw them away.”

I have since had Doubts of the Practicability of the latter Part of this Proposal, on Account of the Narrowness of some Streets, and the Dif"culty of placing the Draining Sleds so as not to encumber too much the Passage: But I am still of Opinion that the former, requiring the dust to be swept up and carried away before the Shops are open, is very practicable in the Sum- mer, when the Days are long. For in walking thro’ the Strand and Fleet Street one Morning at 7 aClock I observ’d there was not one shop open tho’ it had been Daylight and the Sun up above three Hours. The Inhabitants of Lon- don choosing voluntarily to live much by Candle Light, and sleep by Sun- shine; and yet often complain, a little absurdly, of the Duty on Candles and the high Price of Tallow.

Some may think these triding Matters not worth minding or relating. But when they consider, that tho’ Dust blown into the Eyes of a single Person or into a single Shop on a windy Day, is but of small Importance, yet the great Number of the Instances in a populous City, and its frequent Repetitions give it Weight and Consequence; perhaps they will not censure very severely those who bestow some of Attention to Affairs of this seemingly low Nature. Human Felicity is produc’d not so much by great Pieces of good Fortune that seldom happen, as by little Advantages that occur every Day. Thus if you teach a poor young Man to shave himself and keep his Razor in order, you may contribute more to the Happiness of his Life than in giving him a 1000 Guineas. The Money will be soon spent, and the Regret only remaining of having foolishly consum’d it. But in the other Case he escapes the fre- quent Vexation of waiting for Barbers, and of their sometimes, dirty Fin gers, offensive Breaths and dull Razors. He shaves when most con ve nient to him, and enjoys daily the Plea sure of its being done with a good Instrument.— With these Sentiments I have hazarded the few preceding Pages, hoping they may afford Hints which some time or other may be useful to a City I love, having lived many Years in it very happily, and perhaps to some of our Towns in Amer i ca.

Having been for some time employed by the Postmaster General of Amer- i ca, as his Comptroller, in regulating the several Of"ces, and bringing the Of"cers to account, I was upon his Death in 1753 appointed jointly with Mr. William Hunter8 to succeed him by a Commission from the Postmaster General in Eng land. The American Of"ce had never hitherto paid anything to that of Britain. We were to have 600 Pounds a Year between us if we could make that Sum out of the Pro"ts of the Of"ce. To do this, a Variety of Improvements were necessary; some of these were inevitably at "rst expen- sive; so that in the "rst four Years the Of"ce became above 900 Pounds in debt to us. But it soon after began to repay us, and before I was displac’d, by a Freak of the Minister’s, of which I shall speak hereafter, we had brought it to yield three times as much clear Revenue to the Crown as the Post- Of"ce of Ireland. Since that imprudent Transaction, they have receiv’d from it,— Not one Farthing.9

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1. Actually, Harvard conferred the degree on July 25, 1753, and Yale on September 12. 2. At the start of the French and Indian War (1754–63), representatives from seven of the nine British colonies met with representatives from the Iroquois Confederacy (the Seneca, Cayuga, Onondaga, Oneida, Mohawk, and Tuscarora tribes) to discuss a common defense. 3. It was customary to pres ent goods to the Indi- ans. “Governor Hamilton”: James (see n. 4,

p. 493). 4. Isaac Norris (1701–1766), John (not Thomas) Penn (1729–1795), Richard Peters (1704–1776). 5. I.e., engaging in negotiations outside Pennsyl- vania. 6. Alexander (1691–1756) and Archibald Ken- nedy (1685–1763) held public of"ces in New York, and Kennedy wrote The Importance of Gaining and Preserving the Friendship of the Indians (1751).

The Business of the Post- Of"ce occasion’d my taking a Journey this Year to New Eng land, where the College of Cambridge of their own Motion, pre- sented me with the Degree of Master of Arts. Yale College in Connecticut, had before made me a similar Compliment.1 Thus without studying in any College I came to partake of their Honors. They were Confer’d in Consideration of my Improvements and Discoveries in the electric Branch of Natu ral Philosophy.

In 1754, War with France being again apprehended, a Congress of Com- missioners from the dif fer ent Colonies, was by an Order of the Lords of Trade, to be assembled at Albany, there to confer with the Chiefs of the Six Nations, concerning the Means of defending both their Country and ours.2 Governor Hamilton, having receiv’d this Order, acquainted the House with it, requesting they would furnish proper Pres ents for the Indians to be given on this Occasion;3 and naming the Speaker (Mr. Norris) and myself, to join Mr. Thomas Penn and Mr. Secretary Peters,4 as Commissioners to act for Pennsylvania. The House approv’d the Nomination, and provided the Goods for the Pres ent, tho’ they did not much like treating out of the Province,5 and we met the other Commissioners and met at Albany about the Middle of June. In our Way thither, I projected and drew up a Plan for the Union of all the Colonies, under one Government so far as might be necessary for Defense, and other impor tant general Purposes. As we pass’d thro’ New York, I had there shown my Proj ect to Mr. James Alexander and Mr. Kennedy, two Gentlemen of great Knowledge in public Affairs,6 and being forti"ed by their Approbation I ventur’d to lay it before the Congress. It then appear’d that several of the Commissioners had form’d Plans of the same kind. A previ- ous Question was "rst taken whether a Union should be established, which pass’d in the Af"rmative unanimously. A Committee was then appointed, One Member from each Colony, to consider the several Plans and report. Mine happen’d to be prefer’d, and with a few Amendments was accordingly reported.

By this Plan, the general Government was to be administered by a Presi- dent General appointed and supported by the Crown, and a Grand Council to be chosen by the Representatives of the People of the several Colonies met in their respective Assemblies. The Debates upon it in Congress went on daily hand in hand with the Indian Business. Many Objections and Dif- "culties were started, but at length they were all overcome, and the Plan was unanimously agreed to, and Copies ordered to be transmitted to the Board of Trade and to the Assemblies of the several Provinces. Its Fate was singular. The Assemblies did not adopt it, as they all thought there was too much Prerogative in it; and in Eng land it was judg’d to have too much of the

7. “Too much Prerogative” means too much royal power was to be invested in the proposed gover- nor general of all the North American colonies. “Too much of the Demo cratic” means too much power was to be given to the proposed intercolo- nial legislature. 8. Po liti cal, Miscellaneous, and Philosophical Papers (1779). Labaree points out that Franklin has oversimpli"ed reasons for the failure of the Albany plan. The colonies feared the domination of any one colony and were wary of strong- willed

colonial assemblies and reluctant to see any one strong legislature emerge. 9. William Shirley (1694–1771), governor of Mas sa chu setts 1741–49 and 1753–56. 1. “Satire 10,” lines 1–2, by the ancient Roman writer Juvenal, translated by the seventeenth- century En glish writer John Dryden. 2. Totally rejected. 3. Robert Hunter Morris (c. 1700–1764), gover- nor of Pennsylvania 1754–56.

Demo cratic.7 The Board of Trade therefore did not approve of it; nor recom- mend it for the Approbation of his Majesty; but another Scheme was form’d (suppos’d better to answer the same Purpose) whereby the Governors of the Provinces with some Members of their respective Councils were to meet and order the raising of Troops, building of Forts, etc., etc., to draw on the Trea sury of Great Britain for the Expense, which was afterwards to be refunded by an Act of Parliament laying a Tax on Amer i ca. My Plan, with my Reasons in support of it, is to be found among my po liti cal Papers that are printed.8

Being the Winter following in Boston, I had much Conversation with Gov- ernor Shirley9 upon both the Plans. Part of what pass’d between us on the Occasion may also be seen among those Papers. The dif fer ent and contrary Reasons of dislike to my Plan, makes me suspect that it was really the true Medium; and I am still of Opinion it would have been happy for both Sides the Water if it had been adopted. The Colonies so united would have been suf- "ciently strong to have defended themselves; there would then have been no need of Troops from Eng land; of course the subsequent Pretense for Taxing Amer i ca, and the bloody Contest it occasioned, would have been avoided. But such Mistakes are not new; History is full of the Errors of States and Princes.

“Look round the habitable World, how few Know their own Good, or knowing it pursue.”1

Those who govern, having much Business on their hands, do not gener- ally like to take the Trou ble of considering and carry ing into Execution new Proj ects. The best public Mea sures are therefore seldom adopted from pre- vious Wisdom, but forc’d by the Occasion.

The Governor of Pennsylvania in sending it down to the Assembly, express’d his Approbation of the Plan “as appearing to him to be drawn up with great Clearness and Strength of Judgment, and therefore recommended it as well worthy their closest and most serious Attention.” The House how- ever, by the Management of a certain Member, took it up when I happen’d to be absent, which I thought not very fair, and reprobated2 it without pay- ing any Attention to it at all, to my no small Morti"cation.

In my Journey to Boston this Year I met at New York with our new Gov- ernor, Mr. Morris,3 just arriv’d there from Eng land, with whom I had been before intimately acquainted. He brought a Commission to supersede Mr. Hamilton, who, tir’d with the Disputes his Proprietary Instructions sub- jected him to, had resigned. Mr.  Morris ask’d me, if I thought he must expect as uncomfortable an Administration. I said, No; you may on the con- trary have a very comfortable one, if you will only take care not to enter into any Dispute with the Assembly; “My dear Friend, says he, pleasantly, how

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4. Franklin’s account of Pennsylvania politics during this period does not accurately redect some of the real bitterness. 5. In Don Quixote, a novel by the Spanish writer Miguel de Cervantes (1547–1616), Sancho Panza

grieves at the prospect of ruling a kingdom of black people, then realizes he could sell his sub- jects. 6. At this time, Thomas Penn (1702–1775), son of William and uncle of John.

can you advise my avoiding Disputes. You know I love Disputing; it is one of my greatest Pleasures: However, to show the Regard I have for your Coun- sel, I promise you I will if pos si ble avoid them.” He had some Reason for loving to dispute, being eloquent, an acute Sophister, and therefore gener- ally successful in argumentative Conversation. He had been brought up to it from a Boy, his Father (as I have heard) accustoming his Children to dis- pute with one another for his Diversion while sitting at Table after Dinner. But I think the Practice was not wise, for in the Course of my Observation, these disputing, contradicting and confuting People are generally unfortu- nate in their Affairs. They get Victory sometimes, but they never get Good Will, which would be of more use to them. We parted, he going to Philadel- phia, and I to Boston. In returning, I met at New York with the Votes of the Assembly, by which it appear’d that notwithstanding his Promise to me, he and the House were already in high Contention, and it was a continual Battle between them, as long as he retain’d the Government.

I had my Share of it; for as soon as I got back to my Seat in the Assembly, I was put on every Committee for answering his Speeches and Messages, and by the Committees always desired to make the Drafts. Our Answers as well as his Messages were often tart, and sometimes indecently abusive. And as he knew I wrote for the Assembly, one might have imagined that when we met we could hardly avoid cutting Throats. But he was so good- natur’d a Man, that no personal Difference between him and me was occasion’d by the Contest, and we often din’d together.4 One After noon in the height of this public Quarrel, we met in the Street. “Franklin, says he, you must go home with me and spend the Eve ning. I am to have some Com pany that you will like;” and taking me by the Arm he led me to his House. In gay Conver- sation over our Wine after Supper he told us Jokingly that he much admir’d the Idea of Sancho Panza, who when it was propos’d to give him a Govern- ment, requested it might be a Government of Blacks, as then, if he could not agree with his People he might sell them.5 One of his Friends who sat next me, says, “Franklin, why do you continue to side with these damn’d Quakers? had not you better sell them? the Proprietor6 would give you a good Price.” The Governor, says I, had not yet black’d them enough. He had indeed labor’d hard to blacken the Assembly in all his Messages, but they wip’d off his Col- oring as fast as he laid it on, and plac’d it in return thick upon his own Face; so that "nding he was likely to be negri"ed himself, he as well as Mr. Ham- ilton, grew tir’d of the Contest, and quitted the Government.

These public Quarrels were all at bottom owing to the Proprietaries, our hereditary Governors; who when any Expense was to be incurr’d for the Defense of their Province, with incredible Meanness instructed their Dep- uties to pass no Act for levying the necessary Taxes, unless their vast Estates were in the same Act expressly excused; and they had even taken Bonds of those Deputies to observe such Instructions. The Assemblies for three Years held out against this Injustice. Tho’ constrain’d to bend at last. At length

7. The Pennsylvania Assembly had failed to get the colony’s proprietors to share the expense of government. In 1759, William Denny (1709– 1765), a former British Army captain who suc- ceeded Robert Hunter Morris as governor, was pressured into signing a bill that taxed proprie- tary estates. However, this tax was not enforced until 1775. Franklin does not "nish his account. 8. Morris was in of"ce 1754–56; Denny, 1756–59. 9. The colonists are planning to attack Fort Saint- Frédéric, a French outpost at Lake Cham- plain. The French controlled the territory to the north, and three British colonies (Mas sa chu-

setts, New Hampshire, and New York) controlled the territory to the south. Josiah Quincy (1710– 1784) was a wealthy Mas sa chu setts merchant. Thomas Pownall (1722–1805) served as gover- nor of New Jersey (1755–56) before becoming governor of Mas sa chu setts (1757–60). 1. The Loan Of"ce lent paper money authorized by legislative act and secured by mortgages on real estate. Interest was received on the loans. The Assembly was empowered to direct the expen- diture of these receipts. 2. A tax on articles made and used in the colo- nies.

Captain Denny, who was Governor Morris’s Successor, ventur’d to disobey those Instructions; how that was brought about I shall show hereafter.7

But I am got forward too fast with my Story; there are still some Transac- tions to be mentioned that happened during the Administration of Gover- nor Morris.8

War being, in a manner, commenced with France the Government of Mas sa chu setts Bay projected an Attack upon Crown Point, and sent Mr. Quincy to Pennsylvania, and Mr. Pownall, afterwards Governor Pownall, to New York to solicit Assistance.9 As I was in the Assembly, knew its Temper, and was Mr. Quincy’s Countryman, he applied to me for my Induence and Assistance. I dictated his Address to them which was well receiv’d. They voted an Aid of Ten Thousand Pounds, to be laid out in Provisions. But the Governor refusing his Assent to their Bill, (which included this with other Sums granted for the Use of the Crown) unless a Clause were inserted exempting the Proprietary Estate from bearing any Part of the Tax that would be necessary, the Assembly, tho’ very desirous of making their Grant to New Eng land effectual, were at a Loss how to accomplish it. Mr. Quincy laboured hard with the Governor to obtain his Assent, but he was obstinate. I then suggested a Method of doing the Business without the Governor, by Orders on the Trustees of the Loan- Of"ce, which by Law the Assembly had the Right of Drawing.1 There was indeed little or no Money at that time in the Of"ce, and therefore I propos’d that the Orders should be payable in a Year and to bear an Interest of Five percent. With these Orders I suppos’d the Provisions might easily be purchas’d. The Assembly with very little Hesita- tion adopted the Proposal. The Orders were immediately printed, and I was one of the Committee directed to sign and dispose of them. The Fund for Pay- ing them was the Interest of all the Paper Currency then extant in the Prov- ince upon Loan, together with the Revenue arising from the Excise,2 which being known to be more than suf"cient, they obtain’d instant Credit, and were not only receiv’d in Payment for the Provisions, but many money’d People who had Cash lying by them, vested it in those Orders, which they found advantageous, as they bore Interest while upon hand, and might on any Occasion be used as Money: So that they were eagerly all bought up, and in a few Weeks none of them were to be seen. Thus this impor tant Affair was by my means completed. Mr. Quincy return’d Thanks to the Assembly in a hand- some Memorial, went home highly pleas’d with the Success of his Embassy, and ever after bore for me the most cordial and affectionate Friendship.

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3. Edward Braddock (1695–1755), commander of the British forces in North Amer i ca in the French and Indian War.

4. In Pennsylvania. 5. At Fort Cumberland, in Mary land.

should thereby grow too military, and feel their own Strength, Suspicions and Jealousies at this time being entertain’d of them, sent over General Braddock3 with two Regiments of Regular En glish Troops for that pur- pose. He landed at Alexandria in Virginia, and thence march’d to Frederick Town in Mary land, where he halted for Carriages. Our Assembly apprehend- ing, from some Information, that he had conceived violent Prejudices against them, as averse to the Ser vice, wish’d me to wait upon him, not as from them, but as Postmaster General, under the guise of proposing to settle with him the Mode of conducting with most Celerity and Certainty the Dis- patches between him and the Governors of the several Provinces, with whom he must necessarily have continual Correspondence, and of which they propos’d to pay the Expense. My Son accompanied me on this Journey. We found the General at Frederick Town, waiting impatiently for the Return of those he had sent thro’ the back Parts of Mary land and Virginia to col- lect Waggons. I stayed with him several Days, Din’d with him daily, and had full Opportunity of removing all his Prejudices, by the Information of what the Assembly had before his Arrival actually done and were still willing to do to facilitate his Operations.

When I was about to depart, the Returns of Waggons to be obtain’d were brought in, by which it appear’d that they amounted only to twenty- "ve, and not all of those were in ser viceable Condition. The General and all the Of"cers were surpris’d, declar’d the Expedition was then at an End, being impossible, and exclaim’d against the Ministers for ignorantly landing them in a Country destitute of the Means of conveying their Stores, Baggage, etc., not less than 150 Waggons being necessary. I happen’d to say, I thought it was pity they had not been landed rather in Pennsylvania, as in that Country almost every Farmer had his Waggon. The General eagerly laid hold of my Words, and said, “Then you, Sir, who are a Man of Interest there, can prob ably procure them for us; and I beg you will undertake it.” I ask’d what Terms were to be offer’d the Owners of the Waggons; and I was desir’d to put on Paper the Terms that appear’d to me necessary. This I did, and they were agreed to, and a Commission and Instructions accordingly prepar’d immedi- ately. What those Terms were will appear in the Advertisement I publish’d as soon as I arriv’d at Lancaster,4 which being, from the great and sudden Effect it produc’d, a Piece of some Curiosity, I shall insert at length, as follows.

ADVERTISEMENT

Lancaster, April 26, 1755.

WHEREAS 150 Waggons, with 4 Horses to each Waggon, and 1500 Saddle or Pack- Horses are wanted for the Ser vice of his Majesty’s Forces now about to rendezvous at Wills’s Creek;5 and his Excellency General Braddock hath been pleased to empower me to contract for the Hire of the same; I hereby give Notice, that I shall attend for that Purpose at Lancaster from this Time till next Wednesday Eve ning; and at York from next Thursday Morning ’till

6. Tack, harnesses. 7. Objective.

8. Fodder.

Friday Eve ning; where I shall be ready to agree for Waggons and Teams, or single Horses, on the following Terms, viz.,

1st. That there shall be paid for each Waggon with 4 good Horses and a Driver, Fifteen Shillings per Diem: And for each able Horse with a Pack- Saddle or other Saddle and Furniture,6 Two Shillings per Diem. And for each able Horse without a Saddle, Eigh teen Pence per Diem.

2dly, That the Pay commence from the Time of their joining the Forces at Wills’s Creek (which must be on or before the twentieth of May ensuing) and that a reasonable Allowance be made over and above for the Time neces- sary for their traveling to Wills’s Creek and home again after their Discharge.

3dly, Each Waggon and Team, and every Saddle or Pack Horse is to be valued by indifferent7 Persons, chosen between me and the Owner, and in Case of the Loss of any Waggon, Team or other Horse in the Ser vice, the Price according to such Valuation, is to be allowed and paid.

4thly, Seven Days’ Pay is to be advanced and paid in hand by me to the Owner of each Waggon and Team, or Horse, at the Time of contracting, if required; and the Remainder to be paid by General Braddock, or by the Pay- master of the Army, at the Time of their Discharge, or from time to time as it shall be demanded.

5thly, No Drivers of Waggons, or Persons taking care of the hired Horses, are on any Account to be called upon to do the Duty of Soldiers, or be other- wise employ’d than in conducting or taking Care of their Carriages and Horses.

6thly, All Oats, Indian Corn or other Forage,8 that Waggons or Horses bring to the Camp more than is necessary for the Subsistence of the Horses, is to be taken for the Use of the Army, and a reasonable Price paid for it.

Note. My Son William Franklin, is empowered to enter into like Contracts with any Person in Cumberland County.

B. Franklin.

To the Inhabitants of the Counties of Lancaster, York, and Cumberland.

Friends and Countrymen, BEING occasionally at the Camp at Frederick a few Days since, I found

the General and Of"cers of the Army extremely exasperated, on Account of their not being supplied with Horses and Carriages, which had been expected from this Province as most able to furnish them; but thro’ the Dissensions between our Governor and Assembly, Money had not been provided nor any Steps taken for that Purpose.

It was proposed to send an armed Force immediately into these Counties, to seize as many of the best Carriages and Horses as should be wanted, and compel as many Persons into the Ser vice as would be necessary to drive and take care of them.

I apprehended that the Pro gress of a Body of Soldiers thro’ these Coun- ties on such an Occasion, especially considering the Temper they are in, and their Resentment against us, would be attended with many and great Incon-

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9. I.e., Franklin will be sorry because St. Clair will requisition the horses like a “hussar”— a type of cavalryman that, in eighteenth- century

Eu rope, had a reputation for pillage and mistreat- ment of civilians.

ve niences to the Inhabitants; and therefore more willingly undertook the Trou ble of trying "rst what might be done by fair and equitable Means.

The People of these back Counties have lately complained to the Assem- bly that a suf"cient Currency was wanting; you have now an Opportunity of receiving and dividing among you a very considerable Sum; for if the Ser- vice of this Expedition should continue (as it’s more than probable it will) for 120 Days, the Hire of these Waggons and Horses will amount to upwards of Thirty thousand Pounds, which will be paid you in Silver and Gold of the King’s Money.

The Ser vice will be light and easy, for the Army will scarce march above 12 Miles per Day, and the Waggons and Baggage Horses, as they carry those Things that are absolutely necessary to the Welfare of the Army, must march with the Army and no faster, and are, for the Army’s sake, always plac’d where they can be most secure, whether on a March or in Camp.

If you are really, as I believe you are, good and loyal Subjects to His Maj- esty, you may now do a most acceptable Ser vice, and make it easy to your- selves; for three or four of such as cannot separately spare from the Business of their Plantations a Waggon and four Horses and a Driver, may do it together, one furnishing the Waggon, another one or two Horses, and another the Driver, and divide the Pay proportionably between you. But if you do not this Ser vice to your King and Country voluntarily, when such good Pay and reasonable Terms are offered you, your Loyalty will be strongly sus- pected; the King’s Business must be done; so many brave Troops, come so far for your Defense, must not stand idle, thro’ your backwardness to do what may be reasonably expected from you; Waggons and Horses must be had; violent Mea sures will prob ably be used; and you will be to seek for a Recompense where you can "nd it, and your Case perhaps be little pitied or regarded.

I have no par tic u lar Interest in this Affair; as (except the Satisfaction of endeavouring to do Good and prevent Mischief) I shall have only my Labor for my Pains. If this Method of obtaining the Waggons and Horses is not like to succeed, I am oblig’d to send Word to the General in fourteen Days; and I suppose Sir John St. Clair the Hussar, with a Body of Soldiers, will immediately enter the Province, for the Purpose aforesaid, of which I shall be sorry to hear,9 because

I am,

very sincerely and truly your Friend and Well- wisher, B. Franklin

I receiv’d of the General about 800 Pounds to be disburs’d in Advance- money to the Waggon- Owners, etc.: but that Sum being insuf"cient, I advanc’d upwards of 200 Pounds more, and in two Weeks, the 150 Waggons with 259 carry ing Horses were on their March for the Camp. The Advertise- ment promised Payment according to the Valuation, in case any Waggon or Horse should be lost. The Owners however, alledging they did not know

1. Thomas Dunbar (d. 1767), who in 1755 replaced Braddock as commander of the North American forces. 2. Expensive. “Subalterns”: of"cers below the rank of captain. 3. William Franklin had been an of"cer in a colonial army brought together to resist French

Canada. 4. In this period, sugar was either loaf- shaped or cone- shaped. 5. Brown sugar. 6. In the eigh teenth century, a "ne black tea. 7. Rum.

General Braddock, or what Dependance might be had on his Promise, insisted on my Bond for the Per for mance, which I accordingly gave them.

While I was at the Camp, supping one Eve ning with the Of"cers of Col o nel Dunbar’s Regiment, he1 represented to me his Concern for the Subalterns, who he said were generally not in Afduence, and could ill afford in this dear2 Country to lay in the Stores that might be necessary in so long a March thro’ a Wilderness where nothing was to be purchas’d. I commiserated their Case, and resolved to endeavor procuring them some Relief. I said nothing however to him of my Intention, but wrote the next Morning to the Committee of Assembly, who had the Disposition of some public Money, warmly recom- mending the Case of these Of"cers to their consideration, and proposing that a Pres ent should be sent them of Necessaries and Refreshments. My Son, who had had some Experience of a Camp Life,3 and of its Wants, drew up a List for me, which I enclos’d in my Letter. The Committee approv’d, and used such Diligence, that conducted by my Son, the Stores arrived at the Camp as soon as the Waggons. They consisted of 20 Parcels, each containing

6 lb. Loaf Sugar4 6 lb. good Muscovado5 Ditto 1 lb. good Green Tea 1 lb. good Bohea6 Ditto 6 lb. good ground Coffee 6 lb. Choco late ½ Hundredweight best white Biscuit ½ lb. Pepper 1 Quart best white Wine Vinegar 1 Gloucester Cheese 1 Keg containing 20lb. good Butter 2 Doz. old Madeira Wine 2 Gallons Jamaica Spirits7 1 Bottle Flour of Mustard 2 well- cur’d Hams ½ Doz. dried Tongues 6 lb. Rice. 6 lb. Raisins.

These 20 Parcels well pack’d were plac’d on as many Horses, each Parcel with the Horse, being intended as a Pres ent for one Of"cer. They were very thankfully receiv’d, and the Kindness acknowledg’d by Letters to me from the Col o nels of both Regiments in the most grateful Terms. The Gen- eral too was highly satis"ed with my Conduct in procuring him the Wag- gons, etc., and readily paid my Account of Disbursements; thanking me repeatedly and requesting my farther Assistance in sending Provisions after him. I undertook this also, and was busily employ’d in it till we heard of his Defeat, advancing, for the Ser vice, of my own Money, upwards of 1000 Pounds

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8. The Battle of the Monongahela (also known as the Battle of the Wilderness or Braddock’s Defeat), in July 1755, nine miles south of pres ent- day Pittsburgh. Braddock died from wounds received in the battle. George Washington directed the colonial survivors in retreat. 9. I.e., the standing army. 1. French outpost at the intersection of the

Allegheny and Monongahela rivers, on the site of what is now Pittsburgh. 2. In Quebec. 3. Franklin may have in mind the campaign of the Marquis de Denonville against the Seneca tribe in 1687. The French were ambushed and forced to retreat. 4. I.e., Fort Duquesne.

Sterling, of which I sent him an Account. It came to his Hands luckily for me a few Days before the Battle,8 and he return’d me immediately an Order on the Paymaster for the round Sum of 1000 Pounds, leaving the Remain- der to the next Account. I consider this Payment as good Luck; having never been able to obtain that Remainder; of which more hereafter.

This General was I think a brave Man, and might prob ably have made a Figure as a good Of"cer in some Eu ro pean War. But he had too much self- con"dence, too high an Opinion of the Validity of Regular Troops,9 and too mean a One of both Americans and Indians. George Croghan, our Indian Interpreter, join’d him on his March with 100 of those People, who might have been of great Use to his Army as Guides, Scouts, etc., if he had treated them kindly; but he slighted and neglected them, and they gradually left him.

In Conversation with him one day, he was giving me some Account of his intended Pro gress. “ After taking Fort Duquesne,1 says he, I am to proceed to Niagara; and having taken that, to Frontenac,2 if the Season will allow time; and I suppose it will; for Duquesne can hardly detain me above three or four Days; and then I see nothing that can obstruct my March to Niagara.”— Having before revolv’d in my Mind the long Line his Army must make in their March, by a very narrow Road to be cut for them thro’ the Woods and Bushes; and also what I had read of a former Defeat of 1500 French who invaded the Iroquois Country,3 I had conceiv’d some Doubts, and some Fears for the Event of the Campaign. But I ventur’d only to say, To be sure, Sir, if you arrive well before Duquesne, with these "ne Troops so well provided with Artillery, that Place, not yet completely forti"ed, and as we hear with no very strong Garrison, can prob ably make but a short Re sis tance. The only Danger I apprehend of Obstruction to your March, is from Ambuscades of Indians, who by constant Practice are dextrous in lay- ing and executing them. And the slender Line near four Miles long, which your Army must make, may expose it to be attack’d by Surprise in its Flanks, and to be cut like a Thread into several Pieces, which from their Distance cannot come up in time to support each other.

He smil’d at my Ignorance, and replied, “ These Savages may indeed be a formidable Enemy to your raw American Militia; but, upon the King’s regu- lar and disciplin’d Troops, Sir, it is impossible they should make any Impres- sion.” I was conscious of an Impropriety in my Disputing with a military Man in Matters of his Profession, and said no more.— The Enemy however did not take the Advantage of his Army which I apprehended its long Line of March expos’d it to, but let it advance without Interruption till within 9 Miles of the Place,4 and then when more in a Body, (for it had just pass’d a River, where the Front had halted till all were come over) and in a more open Part of the Woods than any it had pass’d, attack’d its advanc’d Guard; by a heavy Fire from behind Trees and Bushes; which was the "rst Intelligence

5. William Shirley, Jr.  (1721–1755), son of the governor of Mas sa chu setts (see n. 9, p. 557). 6. More accurately, fourteen hundred and sixty- nine military were engaged, four hundred and "fty- six were killed, and "ve hundred and twenty were wounded.

7. I.e., those who ran away. 8. A more accurate estimate would be eight hun- dred. 9. I.e., supplies and equipment. 1. Patience. 2. Robert Orme (d. 1790).

the General had of an Enemy’s being near him. This Guard being disordered, the General hurried the Troops up to their Assistance, which was done in great Confusion thro’ Waggons, Baggage and Cattle; and presently the Fire came upon their Flank; the Of"cers being on Horse back were more easily distinguish’d, pick’d out as Marks, and fell very fast; and the Soldiers were crowded together in a Huddle, having or hearing no Orders, and standing to be shot at till two- thirds of them were killed, and then being seiz’d with a Panic the whole ded with Precipitation. The Waggoners took each a Horse out of his Team, and scamper’d; their Example was immediately follow’d by others, so that all the Waggons, Provisions, Artillery and Stores were left to the Enemy.

The General being wounded was brought off with Dif"culty, his Secre- tary Mr. Shirley5 was killed by his Side, and out of 86 Of"cers 63 were killed or wounded, and 714 Men killed out of 1100.6 These 1100 had been picked Men, from the whole Army, the Rest had been left behind with Col o nel Dun- bar, who was to follow with the heavier Part of the Stores, Provisions and Baggage. The Fliers,7 not being pursu’d, arriv’d at Dunbar’s Camp, and the Panic they brought with them instantly seiz’d him and all his People. And tho’ he had now above 1000 Men, and the Enemy who had beaten Brad- dock did not at most exceed 400,8 Indians and French together; instead of Proceeding and endeavoring to recover some of the lost Honor, he order’d all the Stores, Ammunitions, etc., to be destroy’d, that he might have more Horses to assist his Flight towards the Settlements, and less Lumber9 to remove. He was there met with Requests from the Governors of Virginia, Mary land and Pennsylvania, that he would post his Troops on the Frontiers so as to afford some Protection to the Inhabitants; but he continu’d his hasty March thro’ all the Country, not thinking himself safe till he arriv’d at Phil- adelphia, where the Inhabitants could protect him. This whole Transaction gave us Americans the "rst Suspicion that our exalted Ideas of the Prowess of British Regulars had not been well founded.

In their "rst March too, from their Landing till they got beyond the Set- tlements, they had plundered and stripped the Inhabitants, totally ruining some poor Families, besides insulting, abusing and con"ning the People if they remonstrated. This was enough to put us out of Conceit1 of such Defend- ers if we had really wanted any. How dif fer ent was the Conduct of our French Friends in 1781, who during a March thro’ the most inhabited Part of our Country, from Rhode Island to Virginia, near 700 Miles, occasion’d not the smallest Complaint for the Loss of a Pig, a Chicken, or even an Apple!

Captain Orme,2 who was one of the General’s Aides Camp, and being grievously wounded was brought off with him, and continu’d with him to his Death, which happen’d in a few Days, told me, that he was totally silent, all the "rst Day, and at Night only said, Who’d have thought it? that he was silent again the following Days, only saying at last, We shall better know how to deal with them another time; and died a few Minutes after.

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3. Scottish phi los o pher and historian (1711– 1776), later secretary to Francis Seymour- Conway (1719–1749), "rst Marquis of Hertford. 4. I.e., indentured servants, whose masters received no compensation while they were con- scripted.

5. Governor William Shirley, as commander- in- chief. 6. Document asking subscribers to contribute money. “Doctors Bond”: the brothers Thomas (1713–1784) and Phineas Bond (1717–1773), Philadelphia physicians.

The Secretary’s Papers with all the General’s Orders, Instructions and Correspondence falling into the Enemy’s Hands, they selected and trans- lated into French a Number of the Articles, which they printed to prove the hostile Intentions of the British Court before the Declaration of War. Among these I saw some Letters of the General to the Ministry speaking highly of the great Ser vice I had rendered the Army, and recommending me to their Notice. David Hume3 too, who was some Years after Secretary to Lord Harcourt when Minister in France, and afterwards to General Conway when Secretary of State, told me he had seen among the Papers in that Of"ce Letters from Braddock highly recommending me. But the Expedi- tion having been unfortunate, my Ser vice it seems was not thought of much Value, for those Recommendations were never of any Use to me.

As to Rewards from himself, I ask’d only one, which was, that he would give Orders to his Of"cers not to enlist any more of our bought servants,4 and that he would discharge such as had been already enlisted. This he read- ily granted, and several were accordingly return’d to their Masters on my Application. Dunbar, when the Command devolv’d on him, was not so gen- erous. He Being at Philadelphia on his Retreat, or rather Flight, I applied to him for the Discharge of the Servants of three poor Farmers of Lancaster County that he had enlisted, reminding him of the late General’s Orders on that head. He promis’d me, that if the Masters would come to him at Trenton, where he should be in a few Days on his March to New York, he would there deliver their Men to them. They accordingly were at the Expense and Trou- ble of going to Trenton, and there he refus’d to perform his Promise, to their great Loss and Disappointment.

As soon as the Loss of the Waggons and Horses was generally known, all the Owners came upon me for the Valuation which I had given Bond to pay. Their Demands gave me a great deal of Trou ble, my acquainting them that the Money was ready in the Paymaster’s Hands, but that Orders for paying it must "rst be obtained from General Shirley,5 and my assuring them that I had applied to that General by Letter, but he being at a Distance an Answer could not soon be receiv’d, and they must have Patience; all this was not suf"cient to satisfy, and some began to sue me. General Shirley at length reliev’d me from this terrible Situation, by appointing Commissioners to examine the Claims and ordering Payment. They amounted to near twenty Thousand Pound, which to pay would have ruined me.

Before we had the News of this Defeat, the two Doctors Bond came to me with a Subscription Paper,6 for raising Money to defray the Expense of a grand Firework, which it was intended to exhibit at a Rejoicing on receipt of the News of our Taking Fort Duquesne. I looked grave and said, “it would, I thought, be time enough to prepare for the Rejoicing when we knew we should have occasion to rejoice.”— They seem’d surpris’d that I did not imme- diately comply with their Proposal. “Why, the D— l,” says one of them, “you surely don’t suppose that the Fort will not be taken?” “I don’t know that it

7. Franklin’s bill was vetoed by the ministry on July 7, 1756. It provided exemption for conscien- tious objectors, made enlistment voluntary, and contained little in the way of military discipline. 8. “This Dialogue and the Militia Act are in the Gent. Magazine for February and March 1756”

[Franklin’s note]. Dialogue between X, Y, and Z "rst appeared in the Pennsylvania Gazette, December 18, 1755, and was reprinted in Gentle- man’s Magazine, March  26, 1756. The Militia Act appeared in Gentleman’s Magazine in Febru- ary 1756.

will not be taken; but I know that the Events of War are subject to great Uncertainty.”— I gave them the Reasons of my doubting. The Subscription was dropped, and the Projectors thereby miss’d that Morti"cation they would have under gone if the Firework had been prepared. Dr. Bond on some other Occasions afterwards said, that he did not like Franklin’s forebodings.

Governor Morris who had continually worried the Assembly with Message after Message before the Defeat of Braddock, to beat them into the making of Acts to raise Money for the Defense of the Province without Taxing among others the Proprietary Estates, and had rejected all their Bills for not having such an exempting Clause, now redoubled his Attacks, with more hope of Success, the Danger and Necessity being greater. The Assem- bly however continu’d "rm, believing they had Justice on their side, and that it would be giving up an essential Right, if they suffered the Governor to amend their Money- Bills. In one of the last, indeed, which was for granting 50,000 Pounds, his propos’d Amendment was only of a single Word; the Bill express’d that all Estates real and personal were to be taxed, those of the Proprietaries not excepted. His Amendment was; For not read only. A small but very material Alteration! However, when the News of this Disaster reach’d Eng land, our Friends there whom we had taken care to furnish with all the Assembly’s Answers to the Governor’s Messages, rais’d a Clamor against the Proprietaries for their Meanness and Injustice in giving their Gov- ernor such Instructions, some going so far as to say that by obstructing the Defense of their Province, they forfeited their Right to it. They were intimi- dated by this, and sent Orders to their Receiver General to add 5000 Pounds of their Money to what ever Sum might be given by the Assembly, for such Purpose. This being noti"ed to the House, was accepted in Lieu of their Share of a general Tax, and a new Bill was form’d with an exempting Clause which pass’d accordingly. By this Act I was appointed one of the Commissioners for disposing of the Money, 60,000 Pounds. I had been active in modelling it, and procuring its Passage: and had at the same time drawn a Bill for establishing and disciplining a voluntary Militia, which I carried thro’ the House without much Dif"culty, as Care was taken in it, to leave the Quakers at their Liberty.7

To promote the Association necessary to form the Militia, I wrote a Dia- logue,8 stating and answering all the Objections I could think of to such a Militia, which was printed and had as I thought great Effect. While the several Companies in the City and Country were forming and learning their Exercise, the Governor prevail’d with me to take Charge of our North- western Frontier, which was infested by the Enemy, and provide for the Defense of the Inhabitants by raising Troops, and building a Line of Forts. I undertook this military Business, tho’ I did not conceive myself well- quali"ed for it. He gave me a Commission with full Powers and a Parcel of blank Commissions for Of"cers to be given to whom I thought "t. I had but little Dif"culty in raising Men, having soon 560 under my Command. My Son who had in the preceding War been an Of"cer in the Army rais’d

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9. The Moravians, members of the Church of the United Brethren, emigrated from Saxony in 1735 and eventually established settlements in Pennsylvania: their headquarters in Bethlehem and a smaller mission, Gnadenhütten, in pres ent- day Lehighton. In November 1755, French- allied Natives decimated Gnadenhütten. On January 1, 1756, British troops protecting the area were killed by Natives. Franklin received his commission several days after the governor

learned of this second attack. 1. I.e., relieved the guard and kept careful watch. 2. I.e., northeastern Pennsylvania. The north- ern Delaware Indians were called Munsees or Minisinks. 3. The "ring mechanisms, which required prim- ing powder. 4. Actually, two of the eleven escaped.

against Canada, was my Aide de Camp, and of great Use to me. The Indians had burned Gnadenhut, a Village settled by the Moravians, and massacred the Inhabitants, but the Place was thought a good Situation for one of the Forts. In order to march thither, I assembled the Companies at Bethlehem, the chief Establishment of those People. I was surprised to "nd it in so good a Posture of Defense. The Destruction of Gnadenhut had made them apprehend Danger.9 The principal Buildings were defended by a Stockade: They had purchased a Quantity of Arms and Ammunition from New York, and had even plac’d Quantities of small Paving Stones between the Win- dows of their high Stone Houses, for their Women to throw down upon the Heads of any Indians that should attempt to force into them. The armed Brethren too, kept Watch, and reliev’d1 as methodically as in any Garrison Town. In Conversation with Bishop Spangenberg, I mention’d this my Sur- prise; for knowing they had obtain’d an Act of Parliament exempting them from military Duties in the Colonies, I had suppos’d they were conscien- tiously scrupulous of bearing Arms. He answer’d me, “That it was not one of their establish’d Princi ples; but that at the time of their obtaining that Act, it was thought to be a Princi ple with many of their People. On this Occasion, however, they to their Surprise found it adopted by but a few.” It seems they were either deceiv’d in themselves, or deceiv’d the Parliament. But Common Sense aided by pres ent Danger, will sometimes be too strong for whimsical Opinions.

It was the Beginning of January when we set out upon this Business of Building Forts. I sent one Detachment towards the Minisinks,2 with Instruc- tions to erect one for the Security of that upper Part of the Country; and another to the lower Part, with similar Instructions. And I concluded to go myself with the rest of my Force to Gnadenhut, where a Fort was thought more immediately necessary. The Moravians procur’d me "ve Waggons for our Tools, Stores, Baggage, etc. Just before we left Bethlehem, Eleven Farm- ers who had been driven from their Plantations by the Indians, came to me, requesting a supply of Fire Arms, that they might go back and fetch off their Cattle. I gave them each a Gun with suitable Ammunition. We had not march’d many Miles before it began to rain, and it continu’d raining all Day. There were no Habitations on the Road, to shelter us, till we arriv’d near Night, at the House of a German, where and in his Barn we were all hud- dled together as wet as Water could make us. It was well we were not attack’d in our March, for Our Ars were of the most ordinary Sort, and our Men could not keep their Gunlocks3 dry. The Indians are dextrous in Contriv- ances for that purpose, which we had not. They met that Day the eleven poor Farmers above- mentioned and kill’d Ten of them.4 The one who escap’d

5. The march from Bethlehem to Gnadenhütten took place from January 15 to 18, 1756.

6. The shaft that connects the front and rear axles.

inform’d that his and his Companions’ Guns would not go off, the Priming being wet with the Rain.

The next Day being fair, we continu’d our March and arriv’d at the desolated Gnadenhut.5 There was a Saw Mill near, round which were left several Piles of Boards, with which we soon hutted ourselves; an Operation the more necessary at that inclement Season, as we had no Tents. Our "rst Work was to bury more effectually the Dead we found there, who had been half interr’d by the Country People. The next Morning our Fort was plann’d and mark’d out, the Circumference mea sur ing 455 feet, which would require as many Palisades to be made of Trees one with another of a Foot Dia meter each. Our Axes, of which we had 70 were immediately set to work, to cut down Trees; and our Men being dextrous in the Use of them, great Dispatch was made. Seeing the Trees fall so fast, I had the Curiosity to look at my Watch when two Men began to cut at a Pine. In 6 Minutes they had it upon the Ground; and I found it of 14 Inches Dia meter. Each Pine made three Palisades of 18 Feet long, pointed at one End. While these were preparing, our other Men, dug a Trench all round of three feet deep in which the Palisades were to be planted, and our Waggons, the Body being taken off, and the fore and hind Wheels separated by taking out the Pin which united the two Parts of the Perch,6 we had 10 Carriages with two Horses each, to bring the Palisades from the Woods to the Spot. When they were set up, our Carpenters built a Stage of Boards all round within, about 6 Feet high, for the Men to stand on when to "re thro’ the Loopholes. We had one swivel Gun which we mounted on one of the Angles; and "red it as soon as "x’d, to let the Indians know, if any were within hearing, that we had such Pieces. And thus our Fort, (if such a magni"cent Name may be given to so miserable a Stockade) was "nished in a Week, tho’ it rain’d so hard every other Day that the Men could not work.

This gave me occasion to observe, that when Men are employ’d they are best contented. For on the Days they work’d they were good- natur’d and cheerful; and with the consciousness of having done a good Day’s work they spent the Eve nings jollily; but on the idle Days they were mutinous and quar- relsome; "nding fault with their Pork, the Bread, etc., and in continual ill- humor: which put me in mind of a Sea- Captain, whose Rule it was to keep his Men constantly at Work; and when his Mate once told him that they had done every thing, and there was nothing farther to employ them about; O, says he, make them scour the Anchor.

This kind of Fort, however contemptible, is a suf"cient Defense against Indians who have no Cannon. Finding ourselves now posted securely, and having a Place to retreat to on Occasion, we ventur’d out in Parties to scour the adjacent Country. We met with no Indians, but we found the Places on the neighboring Hills where they had lain to watch our Proceedings. There was an Art in their Contrivance of these Places that seems worth mention. It being Winter, a Fire was necessary for them. But a common Fire on the Surface of the Ground would by its Light have discover’d their Position at a Distance. They had therefore dug Holes in the Ground about three feet

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7. Charles Clinton Beatty (c. 1715–1772). 8. Quarter of a pint. 9. Fort Allen, the stockade built under Frank- lin’s supervision; Fort Norris, about "fteen miles northeast, and Fort Franklin, about "fteen

miles southwest. 1. William Clapham (d. 1763), a well- known frontiersman. 2. I.e., shared their produce communally.

Dia meter, and somewhat deeper. We saw where they had with their Hatch- ets cut off the Charcoal from the Sides of burned Logs lying in the Woods. With these Coals they had made small Fires in the Bottom of the Holes, and we observ’d among the Weeds and Grass the Prints of their Bodies made by their laying all around with their Legs hanging down in the Holes to keep their Feet warm, which with them is an essential Point. This kind of Fire, so manag’d, could not discover them either by its Light, Flame, Sparks or even Smoke. It appear’d that their Number was not great, and it seems they saw we were too many to be attack’d by them with Prospect of Advantage.

We had for our Chaplain a zealous Presbyterian Minister, Mr. Beatty,7 who complain’d to me that the Men did not generally attend his Prayers and Exhortations. When they enlisted, they were promis’d, besides Pay and Pro- visions, a Gill8 of Rum a Day, which was punctually serv’d out to them, half in the Morning and the other half in the Eve ning, and I observ’d they were as punctual in attending to receive it. Upon which I said to Mr. Beatty, “It is perhaps below the Dignity of your Profession to act as Steward of the Rum. But if you were to deal it out, and only just after Prayers, you would have them all about you.” He lik’d the Thought, undertook the Of"ce, and with the help of a few hands to mea sure out the Liquor executed it to Sat- isfaction; and never were Prayers more generally and more punctually attended, So that I thought this Method preferable to the Punishments indicted by some military Laws for Non- Attendance on Divine Ser vice.

I had hardly "nish’d this Business, and got my Fort well stor’d with Pro- visions, when I receiv’d a Letter from the Governor, acquainting me that he had called the Assembly, and wish’d my Attendance there, if the Posture of Affairs on the Frontiers was such that my remaining there was no longer necessary. My Friends too of the Assembly pressing me by their Letters to be if pos si ble at the Meeting, and my three intended Forts being now com- pleted,9 and the Inhabitants contented to remain on their Farms under that Protection, I resolved to return. The more willingly as a New Eng land Of"- cer, Col o nel Clapham,1 experienc’d in Indian War, being on a Visit to our Establishment, consented to accept the Command. I gave him a Commis- sion, and parading the Garrison had it read before them, and introduc’d him to them as an Of"cer who from his Skill in Military Affairs, was much more "t to command them than myself; and giving them a little Exhortation took my Leave. I was escorted as far as Bethlehem, where I rested a few Days, to recover from the Fatigue I had under gone. The "rst Night being in a good Bed, I could hardly sleep, it was so dif fer ent from my hard Lodging on the Floor of our Hut at Gnaden, wrapped only in a Blanket or two.

While at Bethlehem, I enquir’d a little into the Practices of the Moravi- ans. Some of them had accompanied me, and all were very kind to me. I found they work’d for a common Stock,2 ate at common Tables, and slept in common Dormitories, great Numbers together. In the Dormitories I observ’d Loopholes at certain Distances all along just under the Ceiling, which I

3. Oboes. 4. The militia elections were held from Decem- ber 22 to 24 and caused rioting when Governor Morris refused to accept balloting at the polls as valid. “Ensigns”: standard- bearers; the lowest

commissioned army grade. 5. Prob ably Thomas Bond. 6. Franklin was commissioned on February 23, 1756. In mid- October, Philadelphians were informed that the Militia Act had been rejected.

thought judiciously plac’d for Change of Air. I was at their Church, where I was entertain’d with good Music, the Organ being accompanied with Violins, Hautboys,3 Flutes, Clarinets, etc. I understood that their Sermons were not usually preached to mix’d Congregations of Men, Women and Children, as is our common Practice; but that they assembled sometimes the married Men, at other times their Wives, then the Young Men, the young Women, and the little Children, each Division by itself. The Sermon I heard was to the latter, who came in and were plac’d in Rows on Benches, the Boys under the Conduct of a young Man their Tutor, and the Girls conducted by a young Woman. The Discourse seem’d well adapted to their Capacities, and was delivered in a pleasing familiar Manner, coaxing them as it were to be good. They behav’d very orderly, but look’d pale and unhealthy, which made me suspect they were kept too much within- doors, or not allow’d suf"cient Exer- cise. I enquir’d concerning the Moravian Marriages, whether the Report was true that they were by Lot? I was told that Lots were us’d only in par- tic u lar Cases. That generally when a young Man found himself dispos’d to marry, he inform’d the Elders of his Class, who consulted the Elder Ladies that govern’d the young Women. As these Elders of the dif fer ent Sexes were well acquainted with the Tempers and Dispositions of their respective Pupils, they could best judge what Matches were suitable, and their Judgments were generally acquiesc’d in. But if for example it should happen that two or three young Women were found to be equally proper for the young Man, the Lot was then recurr’d to. I objected, If the Matches are not made by the mutual Choice of the Parties, some of them may chance to be very unhappy. And so they may, answer’d my Informer, if you let the Parties choose for themselves.— Which indeed I could not deny.

Being return’d to Philadelphia, I found the Association went on swim- mingly, the Inhabitants that were not Quakers having pretty generally come into it, form’d themselves into Companies, and chosen their Captains, Lieu- tenants and Ensigns according to the new Law.4 Dr. B.5 visited me, and gave me an Account of the Pains he had taken to spread a general good Lik- ing to the Law, and ascrib’d much to those Endeavors. I had had the Vanity to ascribe all to my Dialogue; However, not knowing but that he might be in the right, I let him enjoy his Opinion, which I take to be generally the best way in such Cases.— The Of"cers meeting chose me to be Col o nel of the Regiment; which I this time accepted. I forget how many Companies we had, but We paraded about 1200 well- looking Men, with a Com pany of Artil- lery who had been furnish’d with 6 brass Field Pieces, which they had become so expert in the Use of as to "re twelve times in a Minute. The "rst Time I review’d my Regiment, they accompanied me to my House, and would salute me with some Rounds "red before my Door, which shook down and broke several Glasses of my Electrical Apparatus. And my new Honor prov’d not much less brittle; for all our Commissions were soon after broke by a Repeal of the Law in Eng land.6

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7. Fawkener (1684–1758) was appointed postmaster general in 1745.

During the short time of my Col o nelship, being about to set out on a Jour- ney to Virginia, the Of"cers of my Regiment took it into their heads that it would be proper for them to escort me out of town as far as the Lower Ferry. Just as I was getting on Horse back, they came to my door, between 30 and 40, mounted, and all in their Uniforms. I had not been previously acquainted with the Proj ect, or I should have prevented it, being naturally averse to the assuming of State on any Occasion, and I was a good deal chagrin’d at their Appearance, as I could not avoid their accompanying me. What made it worse, was, that as soon as we began to move, they drew their Swords, and rode with them naked all the way. Somebody wrote an Account of this to the Proprietor, and it gave him great Offense. No such Honor had been paid him when in the Province; nor to any of his Governors; and he said it was only proper to Princes of the Blood Royal; which may be true for aught I know, who was, and still am, ignorant of the Etiquette, in such Cases. This silly Affair, however greatly increas’d his Rancor against me, which was before not a little, on account of my Conduct in the Assembly, respecting the Exemption of his Estate from Taxation, which I had always oppos’d very warmly, and not without severe Redections on his Meanness and Injustice in contending for it. He accus’d me to the Ministry as being the great Obsta- cle to the King’s Ser vice, preventing by my Induence in the House the proper Forming of the Bills for raising Money; and he instanc’d this Parade with my Of"cers as a Proof of my having an Intention to take the Government of the Province out of his Hands by Force. He also applied to Sir Everard Fawkener, then Post Master General,7 to deprive me of my Of"ce. But this had no other Effect, than to procure from Sir Everard a gentle Admonition.

Notwithstanding the continual Wrangle between the Governor and the House, in which I as a Member had so large a Share, there still subsisted a civil Intercourse between that Gentleman and myself, and we never had any personal Difference. I have sometimes since thought that his little or no Resentment against me for the Answers it was known I drew up to his Messages, might be the Effect of professional Habit, and that, being bred a Lawyer, he might consider us both as merely Advocates for contending Clients in a suit, he for the Proprietaries and I for the Assembly. He would therefore sometimes call in a friendly way to advise with me on dif"cult Points, and sometimes, tho’ not often, take my Advice. We acted in Concert to supply Braddock’s Army with Provisions, and When the shocking News arriv’d of his Defeat, the Governor sent in haste for me, to consult with him on Mea sures for preventing the Desertion of the back Counties. I forget now the Advice I gave, but I think it was, that Dunbar should be written to and prevail’d with if pos si ble to post his Troops on the Frontiers for their Protection, till by Reinforcements from the Colonies, he might be able to proceed on the Expedition.— And after my Return from the Frontier, he would have had me undertake the Conduct of such an Expedition with Provincial Troops, for the Reduction of Fort Duquesne, Dunbar and his Men being other wise employ’d; and he propos’d to commission me as Gen- eral. I had not so good an Opinion of my military Abilities as he profess’d to have; and I believe his Professions must have exceeded his real Sentiments:

8. Scienti"c. 9. See n. 1, p. 549. 1. The “Glass Tube” is a solid glass rod that, when rubbed with a cloth, produces electrical charges. Collinson (1694–1768), an En glish bot- anist and fellow of the Royal Society (the British national acad emy of science), is best known for his correspondence with Franklin about elec- tricity.

2. Ebenezer Kinnersley (1711–1778), English- born scientist and scholar. 3. John Mitchell (d. 1768), En glish physician and mapmaker. 4. Franklin seems to have underestimated the reception of his observations by En glish scien- tists, many of whom recognized them as impor- tant.

but prob ably he might think that my Popularity would facilitate the Raising of the Men, and my Induence in Assembly the Grant of Money to pay them;— and that, perhaps, without taxing the Proprietary Estate. Finding me not so forward to engage as he expected, the Proj ect was dropped: and he soon after left the Government, being superseded by Captain Denny.

Before I proceed in relating the Part I had in public Affairs under this new Governor’s Administration, it may not be amiss here to give some Account of the Rise and Pro gress of my Philosophical8 Reputation.

In 1746 being at Boston, I met there with a Dr. Spencer, who was lately arrived from Scotland, and show’d me some electric Experiments.9 They were imperfectly perform’d, as he was not very expert; but being on a Subject quite new to me, they equally surpris’d and pleas’d me. Soon after my Return to Philadelphia, our Library Com pany receiv’d from Mr. Peter Collinson, F.R.S. of London a Pres ent of a Glass Tube, with some Account of the Use of it in making such Experiments.1 I eagerly seiz’d the Opportunity of repeating what I had seen at Boston, and by much Practice acquir’d great Readiness in per- forming those also which we had an Account of from Eng land, adding a Num- ber of new Ones. I say much Practice, for my House was continually full for some time, with People who came to see these new Won ders. To divide a little this Incumbrance among my Friends, I caused a Number of similar Tubes to be blown at our Glass- House, with which they furnish’d themselves, so that we had at length several Performers. Among these the Principal was Mr. Kin- nersley,2 an ingenious Neighbor, who being out of Business, I encouraged to undertake showing the Experiments for Money, and drew up for him two Lectures, in which the Experiments were rang’d in such Order and accompa- nied with Explanations, in such Method, as that the foregoing should assist in Comprehending the following. He procur’d an elegant Apparatus for the pur- pose, in which all the little Machines that I had roughly made for myself, were nicely form’d by Instrument- makers. His Lectures were well attended and gave great Satisfaction; and after some time he went thro’ the Colonies exhib- iting them in every capital Town, and pick’d up some Money. In the West India Islands indeed it was with Dif"culty the Experiments could be made, from the general Moisture of the Air.

Oblig’d as we were to Mr. Collinson for his Pres ent of the Tube, etc., I thought it right he should be inform’d of our Success in using it, and wrote him several Letters containing Accounts of our Experiments. He got them read in the Royal Society, where they were not at "rst thought worth so much Notice as to be printed in their Transactions. One Paper which I wrote for Mr. Kinnersley, on the Sameness of Lightning with Electricity, I sent to Dr. Mitchel,3 an Acquaintance of mine, and one of the Members also of that Society; who wrote me word that it had been read but was laughed at by the Connoisseurs:4 The Papers however being shown to

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5. John Fothergill (1712–1780), En glish physician and fellow of the Royal Society. 6. Edward Cave (1691–1754), En glish publisher of Gentleman’s Magazine (1731–54). 7. To Franklin’s Experiments and Observations on Electricity (1751). 8. Money paid to an author for a manuscript. “Quarto Volume”: see n. 9, p. 469. 9. Georges- Louis Leclerc, Comte de Buffon (1707–1788), French naturalist. 1. Thomas- François Dalibard (1703–1799), French naturalist.

2. Instructor, tutor. Jean- Antoine Nollet (1700– 1770), French scientist whose theories of electric- ity were corrected by Franklin’s experiments. 3. Jean- Baptiste Le Roy (1720–1800), French scientist who in ven ted the "rst practical genera- tor and perfected the lightning rod. 4. Pupil (French). “Mr.  B— —”: Mathurin- Jacques Brisson (1723–1806), French naturalist and translator of Joseph Priestley’s History and Pres ent State of Electricity (1767) into French. In this volume, he defended Nollet’s ideas against Franklin’s.

Dr.  Fothergill,5 he thought them of too much value to be stided, and advis’d the Printing of them. Mr. Collinson then gave them to Cave6 for publication in his Gentleman’s Magazine; but he chose to print them sepa- rately in a Pamphlet, and Dr. Fothergill wrote the Preface.7 Cave it seems judg’d rightly for his Pro"t; for by the Additions that arriv’d afterwards they swell’d to a Quarto Volume, which has had "ve Editions, and cost him nothing for Copy- money.8

It was however some time before those Papers were much taken Notice of in Eng land. A Copy of them happening to fall into the Hands of the Count de Buffon,9 a Phi los o pher deservedly of great Reputation in France, and indeed all over Eu rope, he prevail’d with M. Dalibard1 to translate them into French; and they were printed at Paris. The Publication offended the Abbé Nollet, Preceptor2 in Natu ral Philosophy to the Royal Family, and an able Experi- menter, who had form’d and publish’d a Theory of Electricity, which then had the general Vogue. He could not at "rst believe that such a Work came from Amer i ca, and said it must have been fabricated by his Enemies at Paris, to decry his System. Afterwards having been assur’d that there really existed such a Person as Franklin of Philadelphia, which he had doubted, he wrote and published a Volume of Letters, chiedy address’d to me, defending his Theory, and denying the Verity of my Experiments and of the Positions deduc’d from them. I once purpos’d answering the Abbé, and actually began the Answer. But on Consideration that my Writings contain’d only a Descrip- tion of Experiments, which any one might repeat and verify, and if not to be veri"ed could not be defended; or of Observations, offer’d as Conjectures, and not delivered dogmatically, therefore not laying me under any Obligation to defend them; and redecting that a Dispute between two Persons writing in dif fer ent Languages might be lengthened greatly by mistranslations, and thence misconceptions of one another’s Meaning, much of one of the Abbé’s Letters being founded on an Error in the Translation; I concluded to let my Papers shift for themselves; believing it was better to spend what time I could spare from public Business in making new Experiments, than in Disputing about those already made. I therefore never answer’d M. Nollet; and the Event gave me no Cause to repent my Silence; for my Friend M. le Roy3 of the Royal Acad emy of Sciences took up my Cause and refuted him, my Book was translated into the Italian, German and Latin Languages, and the Doctrine it contain’d was by degrees universally adopted by the Phi los o phers of Eu rope in preference to that of the Abbé, so that he liv’d to see himself the last of his Sect: except Mr. B— — his Elève4 and immediate Disciple.

What gave my Book the more sudden and general Celebrity, was the Suc- cess of one of its propos’d Experiments, made by Messrs. Dalibard and Delor,

5. In 1750, Franklin suggested placing a rod on a steeple to draw “electrical duid” from thun- derclouds and thus demonstrate that lightning involved electricity. Dalibard and his associate Delor ("rst name unknown) performed Franklin’s experiment on May 10, 1752, in Marly- la- Ville, France. 6. Edward Wright (d. 1761), Scottish (not En glish) physician and fellow of the Royal Soci- ety. “Histories of Electricity”: e.g., Priestley’s. 7. William Watson (1715–1787), physician and scientist, had developed a theory of electricity similar to Franklin’s. In 1756, he nominated

Franklin for membership in the Royal Society. 8. Published accounts. 9. John Canton (1718–1772), schoolmaster, was the "rst person in Eng land to try Franklin’s elec- trical experiments. 1. Copley (c. 1654–1709), En glish aristocrat, established this annual prize, Britain’s oldest sci- enti"c honor, to be given to one who had contrib- uted to the advancement of knowledge. 2. George Parker, second Earl of Maccles"eld (c. 1697–1764), astronomer and mathematician; president of the Royal Society 1752–64.

at Marly, for drawing Lightning from the Clouds.5 This engag’d the public Attention everywhere. M. Delor, who had an Apparatus for experimental Philosophy, and lectur’d in that Branch of Science, undertook to repeat what he call’d the Philadelphia Experiments, and after they were performed before the King and Court, all the Curious of Paris dock’d to see them. I will not swell this Narrative with an Account of that capital Experiment, nor of the in"nite Plea sure I receiv’d in the Success of a similar one I made soon after with a Kite at Philadelphia, as both are to be found in the Histories of Elec- tricity. Dr. Wright, an En glish Physician6 then at Paris, wrote to a Friend who was of the Royal Society an Account of the high Esteem my Experi- ments were in among the Learned abroad, and of their Won der that my Writ- ings had been so little noticed in Eng land. The Society on this resum’d the Consideration of the Letters that had been read to them, and the celebrated Dr. Watson drew up a summary Account of them, and of all I had afterwards sent to Eng land on the Subject, which he accompanied with some Praise of the Writer.7 This Summary was then printed in their Transactions:8 And some Members of the Society in London, particularly the very ingenious Mr. Canton, having veri"ed the Experiment of procuring Lightning from the Clouds by a Pointed Rod,9 and acquainting them with the Success, they soon made me more than Amends for the Slight with which they had before treated me. Without my having made any Application for that Honor, they chose me a Member, and voted that I should be excus’d the customary Pay- ments, which would have amounted to twenty- "ve Guineas, and ever since have given me their Transactions gratis. They also presented me with the Gold Medal of Sir Godfrey Copley1 for the Year 1753, the Delivery of which was accompanied by a very handsome Speech of the President Lord Maccles"eld,2 wherein I was highly honored.

Our new Governor, Captain Denny, brought over for me the before- mentioned Medal from the Royal Society, which he presented to me at an Entertainment given him by the City. He accompanied it with very polite Expressions of his Esteem for me, having, as he said been long acquainted with my Character. After Dinner, when the Com pany as was customary at that time, were engag’d in Drinking, he took me aside into another Room, and acquainted me that he had been advis’d by his Friends in Eng land to cultivate a Friendship with me, as one who was capable of giving him the best Advice, and of contributing most effectually to the making his Administration easy. That he therefore desired of all things to have a good Understanding with me; and he begg’d me to be assur’d of his Readiness on all Occasions to render me every Ser vice that might be in his Power. He

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3. As proprietor of Pennsylvania, Thomas Penn gave instructions to his “governor,” or deputy. The Assembly distinguished between these orders and  those of the British ministry, which they were willing to obey. One issue was the appro- priation of money. 4. An Historical Review of the Constitution and Government of Pennsylvania (1759) was written by Richard Jackson, but Franklin supplied much of

the material and paid for the book’s publication. 5. Frederick Louis, Prince of Wales (1707–1751), led the opposition party to his father, King George II (1683–1760). 6. See n. 8, p. 493. 7. On September 23, 1756, the Assembly con- demned private instructions to the “governor,” and in 1757 Franklin was sent to London to “remove grievances we labor under.”

said much to me also of the Proprietor’s good Dispositions toward the Prov- ince, and of the Advantage it might be to us all, and to me in par tic u lar, if the Opposition that had been so long continu’d to his Mea sures, were dropped, and Harmony restor’d between him and the People, in effecting which it was thought no one could be more ser viceable than myself, and I might depend on adequate Acknowl edgments and Recompenses, etc., etc.

The Drinkers "nding we did not return immediately to the Table, sent us a Decanter of Madeira, which the Governor made liberal Use of, and in pro- portion became more profuse of his Solicitations and Promises. My Answers were to this purpose, that my Circumstances, Thanks to God, were such as to make Proprietary Favors unnecessary to me; and that being a Member of the Assembly I could not possibly accept of any; that however I had no per- sonal Enmity to the Proprietary, and that whenever the public Mea sures he propos’d should appear to be for the Good of the People, no one should espouse and forward them more zealously than myself, my past Opposition having been founded on this, that the Mea sures which had been urg’d were evidently intended to serve the Proprietary Interest with great Prejudice to that of the People. That I was much obliged to him (the Governor) for his Professions of Regard to me, and that he might rely on every thing in my Power to make his Administration as easy to him as pos si ble, hoping at the same time that he had not brought with him the same unfortunate Instruc- tions his Pre de ces sor had been hamper’d with.3 On this he did not then explain himself. But when he afterwards came to do Business with the Assembly they appear’d again, the Disputes were renewed, and I was as active as ever in the Opposition, being the Penman "rst of the Request to have a Communication of the Instructions, and then of the Remarks upon them, which may be found in the Votes of the Time, and in the Historical Review I afterwards publish’d;4 but between us personally no Enmity arose; we were often together, he was a Man of Letters, had seen much of the World, and was very entertaining and pleasing in Conversation. He gave me the "rst Information that my old Friend James Ralph was still alive, that he was esteem’d one of the best po liti cal Writers in Eng land, had been employ’d in the Dispute between Prince Frederick and the King,5 and had obtain’d a Pension of Three Hundred a Year; that his Reputation was indeed small as a Poet, Pope having damn’d his Poetry in the Dunciad, but his Prose was thought as good as any Man’s.6

The Assembly " nally, "nding the Proprietaries obstinately persisted in manacling their Deputies with Instructions inconsistent not only with the Privileges of the People, but with the Ser vice of the Crown, resolv’d to peti- tion the King against them, and appointed me their Agent to go over to Eng land to pres ent and support the Petition.7 The House had sent up a Bill to the Governor granting a Sum of Sixty Thousand Pounds for the King’s

8. John Campbell, fourth Earl of Loudon (1705– 1782), served as commander- in- chief of the Brit- ish forces in North Amer i ca after Braddock’s defeat in 1755. 9. William Morris, captain of the Halifax (a

packet, or boat for carry ing passengers and usu- ally mail and cargo). 1. Between us, privately (French). 2. June 20, 1757.

Use, (10,000 Pounds of which was subjected to the Orders of the then Gen- eral Lord Loudon,8) which the Governor absolutely refus’d to pass, in Com- pliance with his Instructions. I had agreed with Captain Morris of the Packet9 at New York for my Passage, and my Stores were put on board, when Lord Loudon arriv’d at Philadelphia, expressly, as he told me to endeavor an Accommodation between the Governor and Assembly, that his Majesty’s Ser vice might not be obstructed by their Dissensions: Accordingly he desir’d the Governor and myself to meet him, that he might hear what was to be said on both sides.

We met and discuss’d the Business. In behalf of the Assembly I urg’d all the Arguments that may be found in the public Papers of that Time, which were of my Writing, and are printed with the Minutes of the Assembly and the Governor pleaded his Instructions, the Bond he had given to observe them, and his Ruin if he disobey’d: Yet seem’d not unwilling to hazard him- self if Lord Loudon would advise it. This his Lordship did not choose to do, tho’ I once thought I had nearly prevail’d with him to do it; but " nally he rather chose to urge the Compliance of the Assembly; and he entreated me to use my Endeavors with them for that purpose; declaring he could spare none of the King’s Troops for the Defense of our Frontiers, and that if we did not continue to provide for that Defense ourselves they must remain expos’d to the Enemy. I acquainted the House with what had pass’d, and (presenting them with a Set of Resolutions I had drawn up, declaring our Rights, and that we did not relinquish our Claim to those Rights but only suspended the Exercise of them on this Occasion thro Force, against which we protested) they at length agreed to drop that Bill and frame another comformable to the Proprietary Instructions. This of course the Governor pass’d, and I was then at Liberty to proceed on my Voyage: but in the meantime the Packet had sail’d with my Sea- Stores, which was some Loss to me, and my only Recompense was his Lordship’s Thanks for my Ser vice, all the Credit of obtaining the Accommodation falling to his Share.

He set out for New York before me; and as the Time for dispatching the Packet Boats, was in his Disposition, and there were two then remaining there, one of which he said was to sail very soon, I requested to know the precise time, that I might not miss her by any Delay of mine. His Answer was, I have given out that she is to sail on Saturday next, but I may let you know entre nous,1 that if you are there by Monday morning you will be in time, but do not delay longer. By some Accidental Hindrance at a Ferry, it was Monday Noon before I arrived, and I was much afraid she might have sailed as the Wind was fair, but I was soon made easy by the Information that she was still in the Harbor, and would not move till the next Day.

One would imagine that I was now on the very point of Departing for Eu rope. I thought so; but I was not then so well acquainted with his Lord- ship’s Character, of which Indecision was one of the Strongest Features. I shall give some Instances. It was about the Beginning of April that I came to New York, and I think it was near the End of June before we sail’d.2 There

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3. James Ennis (c. 1709–1774), of"cial courier for the government of Pennsylvania. 4. Writing desk. 5. This proverb refers to the image of St. George on horse back slaying a dragon. It was a common tavern sign. 6. William Pitt (1708–1778), prime minister of Eng land, champion of the American cause. 7. Jeffrey Amherst (1717–1797), successor to

Lord Loudon as British commander- in- chief in North Amer i ca. James Wolfe (1727–1759), com- mander of the British campaign to seize Quebec. 8. In eastern New Jersey. 9. The Fortress of Louisburg (see n. 6, p. 546). 1. The Earl of Loudon’s attack on Fort Louis- burg failed because of bad weather and superior French defenses. “Halifax”: in Nova Scotia, Southwest of Cape Breton.

were then two of the Packet Boats which had been long in Port, but were detain’d for the General’s Letters, which were always to be ready tomorrow. Another Packet arriv’d, and she too was detain’d, and before we sail’d a fourth was expected. Ours was the "rst to be dispatch’d, as having been there longest. Passengers were engag’d in all, and some extremely impa- tient  to be gone, and the Merchants uneasy about their Letters, and the Orders they had given for Insurance (it being War- time) and for Fall Goods. But their Anxiety avail’d nothing; his Lordship’s Letters were not ready. And yet whoever waited on him found him always at his Desk, Pen in hand, and concluded he must needs write abundantly.

Going myself one Morning to pay my Res pects, I found in his Antecham- ber one Innis, a Messenger of Philadelphia,3 who had come from thence express, with a Packet from Governor Denny for the General. He deliver’d to me some Letters from my Friends there, which occasion’d my enquiring when he was to return and where he lodg’d, that I might send some Letters by him. He told me he was order’d to call tomorrow at nine for the Gener- al’s Answer to the Governor, and should set off immediately. I put my Let- ters into his Hands the same Day. A Fortnight after I met him again in the same Place. So you are soon return’d, Innis! Return’d; No, I am not gone yet.— How so?— I have call’d here by Order every Morning these two Weeks past for his Lordship’s Letter, and it is not yet ready.— Is it pos si ble, when he is so great a Writer, for I see him constantly at his Scritoire.4 Yes, says Innis, but he is like St. George on the Signs, always on horse back, and never rides on.5 This Observation of the Messenger was it seems well founded; for when in Eng land, I understood that Mr. Pitt6 gave it as one Reason for Removing this General, and sending Amherst and Wolf,7 that the Ministers never heard from him, and could not know what he was doing.

This daily Expectation of Sailing, and all the three Packets going down Sandy hook,8 to join the Fleet there, the Passengers thought it best to be on board, lest by a sudden Order the Ships should sail, and they be left behind. There if I remember right we were about Six Weeks, consuming our Sea Stores, and oblig’d to procure more. At length the Fleet sail’d, the General and all his Army on board, bound to Louisburg with Intent to besiege and take that Fortress;9 all the Packet Boats in Com pany, ordered to attend the General’s Ship, ready to receive his Dispatches when those should be ready. We were out 5 Days before we got a Letter with Leave to part; and then our Ship quitted the Fleet and steered for Eng land. The other two Packets he still detain’d, carried them with him to Halifax, where he stayed some time to exercise the Men in sham Attacks upon sham Forts, then alter’d his Mind as to besieging Louisburg,1 and return’d to New York with all his Troops, together with the two Packets above- mentioned and all their Passengers. During his Absence the French and Savages had taken Fort George on the

2. Fort William Henry, on Lake George, in pres ent- day upper New York State. 3. John Dod Bonnell, captain of the packet Har- riott, was wounded on Loudon’s Louisburg cam-

paign. 4. Wormlike mollusks had bored through the ships’ planks.

Frontier of that Province,2 and the Savages had massacred many of the Gar- rison after Capitulation.

I saw afterwards in London, Captain Bonnell, who commanded one of those Packets.3 He told me, that when he had been detain’d a Month, he acquainted his Lordship that his Ship was grown foul, to a degree that must necessarily hinder her fast Sailing, a Point of consequence for a Packet Boat, and requested an Allowance of Time to heave her down and clean her Bottom. He was ask’d how long time that would require. He answer’d Three Days. The General replied, If you can do it in one Day, I give leave; other wise not; for you must certainly sail the Day after tomor- row. So he never obtain’d leave tho’ detain’d afterwards from day to day dur- ing full three Months. I saw also in London one of Bonnell’s Passengers, who was so enrag’d against his Lordship for deceiving and detaining him so long at New York, and then carry ing him to Halifax, and back again, that he swore he would sue him for Damages. Whether he did or not I never heard; but as he represented the Injury to his Affairs it was very considerable.

On the whole I then won der’d much, how such a Man came to be entrusted with so impor tant a Business as the Conduct of a great Army: but having since seen more of the great World, and the means of obtaining and Motives for giving Places and Employments, my Won der is diminished. General Shir- ley, on whom the Command of the Army devolved upon the Death of Brad- dock, would in my Opinion if continued in Place, have made a much better Campaign than that of Loudon in 1757, which was frivolous, expensive and disgraceful to our Nation beyond Conception: For tho’ Shirley was not a bred Soldier, he was sensible and sagacious in himself, and attentive to good Advice from others, capable of forming judicious Plans, quick and active in carry ing them into Execution. Loudon, instead of defending the Colonies with his great Army, left them totally expos’d while he paraded it idly at Halifax, by which means Fort George was lost;— besides he derang’d all our mercantile Operations, and distress’d our Trade by a long Embargo on the Exportation of Provisions, on pretense of keeping Supplies from being obtain’d by the Enemy, but in Real ity for beating down their Price in Favor of the Contractors, in whose Pro"ts it was said, perhaps from Suspi- cion only, he had a Share. And when at length the Embargo was taken off, by neglecting to send Notice of it to Charlestown, the Carolina Fleet was detain’d near three Months longer, whereby their Bottoms were so much damag’d by the Worm,4 that a great Part of them found er’d in the Passage home. Shirley was I believe sincerely glad of being reliev’d from so burden- some a Charge as the Conduct of an Army must be to a Man unacquainted with military Business. I was at the Entertainment given by the City of New York, to Lord Loudon on his taking upon him the Command. Shirley, tho’ thereby superseded, was pres ent also. There was a great Com pany of Of"- cers, Citizens and Strangers, and some Chairs having been borrowed in the Neighborhood, there was one among them very low which fell to the Lot of Mr. Shirley. Perceiving it as I sat by him, I said, they have given you, Sir, too low a Seat.— No Matter, says he; Mr. Franklin, I "nd a low Seat the easiest!

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5. Slowest. 6. The dagpole bearing the ship’s dag. 7. Thirteen nautical miles, or approximately "f- teen land miles per hour.

8. Archibald Kennedy Jr. (d. 1794); Franklin had consulted with his father on the Albany plan (see n. 6, p. 556). 9. Setting up, mea sur ing.

While I was, as afore- mention’d, detain’d at New York, I receiv’d all the Accounts of the Provisions, etc., that I had furnish’d to Braddock, some of which Accounts could not sooner be obtain’d from the dif fer ent Persons I had employ’d to assist in the Business. I presented them to Lord Loudon, desiring to be paid the Balance. He caus’d them to be regularly examin’d by the proper Of"cer, who, after comparing every Article with its Voucher, cer- ti"ed them to be right, and the Balance due, for which his Lordship promis’d to give me an Order on the Paymaster. This, however, was put off from time to time, and tho’ I called often for it by Appointment, I did not get it. At length, just before my Departure, he told me he had on better Con- sideration concluded not to mix his Accounts with those of his Pre de ces- sors. And you, says he, when in Eng land, have only to exhibit your Accounts at the Trea sury, and you will be paid immediately. I mention’d, but without Effect, the great and unexpected Expense I had been put to by being detain’d so long at New York, as a Reason for my desiring to be presently paid; and On my observing that it was not right I should be put to any farther Trou ble or Delay in obtaining the Money I had advanc’d, as I charg’d no Commis- sions for my Ser vice. O, Sir, says he, you must not think of persuading us that you are no Gainer. We understand better those Affairs, and know that every one concern’d in supplying the Army "nds means in the doing it to "ll his own Pockets. I assur’d him that was not my Case, and that I had not pocketed a Farthing: but he appear’d clearly not to believe me; and indeed I have since learned that im mense Fortunes are often made in such Employments.— As to my Balance, I am not paid it to this Day, of which more hereafter.

Our Captain of the Packet had boasted much before we sail’d, of the Swift- ness of his Ship. Unfortunately when we came to Sea, she proved the dull- est5 of 96 Sail, to his no small Morti"cation. After many Conjectures respecting the Cause, when we were near another Ship almost as dull as ours, which however gain’d upon us, the Captain order’d all hands to come aft and stand as near the Ensign Staff6 as pos si ble. We were, Passengers included, about forty Persons. While we stood there the Ship mended her Pace, and soon left our Neighbor far behind, which prov’d clearly what our Captain suspected, that she was loaded too much by the Head. The Casks of Water it seems had been all plac’d forward. These he therefore order’d to be remov’d farther aft; on which the Ship recover’d her Character, and prov’d the best Sailor in the Fleet.

The Captain said she had once gone at the Rate of 13 Knots, which is accounted 13 Miles per hour.7 We had on board as a Passenger Captain Ken- nedy8 of the Navy, who contended that it was impossible, that no Ship ever sailed so fast, and that there must have been some Error in the Division of the Log- Line, or some Mistake in heaving9 the Log. A Wager ensu’d between the two Captains, to be deci ded when there should be suf"cient Wind. Ken- nedy thereupon examin’d rigorously the Log- line, and being satis"ed with that, he determin’d to throw the Log himself. Accordingly some Days after

1. Loads. 2. I.e., land on the bottom of the sea could be touched with a weighted line, so the ship was near shore. 3. I.e., they could determine their location by the sun’s position. 4. Armed ships in private hands, commissioned by a government to seize its enemies’ ships.

5. Group of islands and rocks twenty- "ve miles southwest of Eng land. 6. St. George’s Channel is between Eng land and Ireland. There, in one of Britain’s worst maritime disasters, four ships commanded by Cloudsley Shovell (c. 1650–1707) struck the rocks and went down on October 22, 1707.

when the Wind blew very fair and fresh, and the Captain of the Packet (Lut- widge) said he believ’d she then went at the Rate of 13 Knots, Kennedy made the Experiment, and own’d his Wager lost.

The above Fact I give for the sake of the following Observation. It has been remark’d as an Imperfection in the Art of Shipbuilding, that it can never be known till she is tried, whether a new Ship will or will not be a good Sailor; for that the Model of a good sailing Ship has been exactly follow’d in a new One, which has prov’d on the contrary remarkably dull. I apprehend this may be partly occasion’d by the dif fer ent Opinions of Seamen respecting the Modes of lading, rigging and sailing of a Ship. Each has his System. And the same Vessel laden by the Judgment and Orders of one Captain shall sail better or worse than when by the Orders of another. Besides, it scarce ever happens that a Ship is form’d, "tted for the Sea, and sail’d by the same Person. One Man builds the Hull, another rigs her, a third lades1 and sails her. No one of these has the Advantage of knowing all the Ideas and Expe- rience of the others, and therefore cannot draw just Conclusions from a Combination of the whole. Even in the simple Operation of Sailing when at Sea, I have often observ’d dif fer ent Judgments in the Of"cers who com- manded the successive Watches, the Wind being the same. One would have the Sails trimm’d sharper or datter than another, so that they seem’d to have no certain Rule to govern by. Yet I think a Set of Experiments might be instituted, "rst to determine the most proper Form of the Hull for swift sailing; next the best Dimensions and properest Place for the Masts; then the Form and Quantity of Sail, and their Position as the Winds may be; and lastly the Disposition of her Lading. This is the Age of Experiments; and such a Set accurately made and combin’d would be of great Use. I am there- fore persuaded that ere long some ingenious Phi los o pher will undertake it— to whom I wish Success.

We were several times chas’d on our Passage, but outsail’d every thing, and in thirty Days had Soundings.2 We had a good Observation,3 and the Captain judg’d himself so near our Port, (Falmouth) that if we made a good Run in the Night we might be off the Mouth of that Harbor in the Morn- ing, and by running in the Night might escape the Notice of the Enemy’s Privateers,4 who often cruis’d near the Entrance of the Channel. Accord- ingly all the Sail was set that we could possibly make, and the Wind being very fresh and fair, we went right before it, and made great Way. The Cap- tain after his Observation, shap’d his Course as he thought so as to pass wide of the Scilly Isles:5 but it seems there is sometimes a strong Indraft setting up St. George’s Channel which deceives Seamen, and caus’d the Loss of Sir Cloudsley Shovel’s Squadron.6 This Indraft was prob ably the Cause of what happen’d to us. We had a Watchman plac’d in the Bow to whom they often call’d, Look well out befor’e, there; and he as often answer’d Aye,

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7. Small sails set at the sides of larger sails. 8. Movement. 9. The prehistoric British monument, about ten miles north of Salisbury. 1. Wilton House, home of the earls of Pembroke and one of the great manor houses of Eng land. 2. Franklin arrived at Falmouth on July 17 and reached London on the eve ning of July 26. This sentence concludes the third part of The Auto- biography. It was the last sentence in the manu- script printed by Franklin’s son in 1818. Franklin

wrote Part Four between November 13, 1789, and his death, on April 17, 1790, at age 84. 3. Robert Charles (1706–1770), a colonist living in London and serving as colonial agent for New York and Pennsylvania. 4. In 1751–63, John Cartaret, "rst Earl of Gran- ville (1690–1763), was president of the king’s Privy Council, which ruled on Franklin’s case against the proprietors. Collinson (see n. 1, p. 573) was a cloth merchant by trade, and Han- bury (1700–1758) was a tobacco merchant.

Aye! But perhaps had his Eyes shut, and was half asleep at the time: they sometimes answering as is said mechanically: For he did not see a Light just before us, which had been hid by the Studding Sails7 from the Man at Helm and from the rest of the Watch; but by an accidental Yaw8 of the Ship was discover’d, and occasion’d a great Alarm, we being very near it, the light appearing to me as big as a Cart Wheel. It was Midnight, and Our Captain fast asleep. But Captain Kennedy jumping upon Deck, and seeing the Dan- ger, ordered the Ship to wear round, all Sails standing. An Operation dan- gerous to the Masts, but it carried us clear, and we escap’d Shipwreck, for we were running right upon the Rocks on which the Light house was erected. This Deliverance impress’d me strongly with the Utility of Light houses, and made me resolve to encourage the building more of them in Amer i ca, if I should live to return there.

In the Morning it was found by the Soundings, etc., that we were near our Port, but a thick Fog hid the Land from our Sight. About 9 aClock the Fog began to rise, and seem’d to be lifted up from the Water like the Cur- tain at a Play house, discovering under neath the Town of Falmouth, the Ves- sels in its Harbor, and the Fields that surrounded it. A most pleasing Spectacle to those who had been so long without any other Prospects, than the uniform View of a vacant Ocean! And it gave us the more Plea sure, as we were now freed from the Anx i eties which the State of War occasion’d.

I set out immediately with my Son for London, and we only stopped a little by the Way to view Stonehenge9 on Salisbury Plain, and Lord Pembroke’s House and Gardens, with his very curious Antiquities at Wilton.1

We arriv’d in London the 27th of July 1757.2 [Part Four] As soon as I was settled in a Lodging Mr.  Charles3 had provided for me, I went to visit Dr. Fothergill, to whom I was strongly recommended, and whose Counsel respecting my Proceedings I was advis’d to obtain. He was against an imme- diate Complaint to Government, and thought the Proprietaries should "rst be personally applied to, who might possibly be induc’d by the Interposition and Persuasion of some private Friends to accommodate Matters amicably. I then waited on my old Friend and Correspondent Mr. Peter Collinson, who told me that John Hanbury, the great Virginia Merchant, had requested to be informed when I should arrive, that he might carry me to Lord Gran- ville’s, who was then President of the Council,4 and wish’d to see me as soon as pos si ble. I agreed to go with him the next Morning. Accordingly Mr. Hanbury called for me and took me in his Carriage to that Nobleman’s, who receiv’d me with great Civility; and after some Questions respecting the pres ent State of Affairs in Amer i ca, and Discourse thereupon, he said to me, “You Americans have wrong Ideas of the Nature of your Constitution; you contend that the King’s Instructions to his Governors are not Laws,

5. Actually, in 1744. In the next sentence, Franklin leaps ahead to 1765–66. 6. After Parliament repealed the Stamp Act in 1766 it passed the Declaratory Act, which asserted the right of Parliament to legislate for the colonies without their consent. The Stamp Act of 1765 was an act of Parliament that imposed a direct tax on the colonies. In response to colonial protests, Parliament repealed this act in 1766. At the same time, it passed the Declaratory Act, which asserted Parliament’s unconditional right to legislate for the colonies without their consent. 7. I.e., in July– August 1757.

8. Actually, Thomas Penn (see n. 3, p.  576), who  lived in Eng land after 1741 but remained proprietor of Pennsylvania until 1775. 9. On August  20, 1757; “Heads”: i.e., chief points. 1. John Ferdinand Paris (d. 1759), attorney spe- cializing in colonial affairs and legal adviser to the Penns. 2. Charles Calvert, the "fth Baron Baltimore (1699–1751), proprietor of Mary land. The dispute over the boundary between Pennsylvania and Mary land was settled by the survey of the Mason- Dixon Line, 1763–67.

and think yourselves at Liberty to regard or disregard them at your own Dis- cretion. But those Instructions are not like the Pocket Instructions given to a Minister going abroad, for regulating his Conduct in some triding Point of Ceremony. They are "rst drawn up by Judges learned in the Laws; they are then considered, debated and perhaps amended in Council, after which they are signed by the King. They are then so far as relates to you, the Law of the Land: for the King is the Legislator of the Colonies.”

I told his Lordship this was new Doctrine to me. I had always understood from our Charters, that our Laws were to be made by our Assemblies, to be presented indeed to the King for his Royal Assent, but that being once given the King could not repeal or alter them. And as the Assemblies could not make permanent Laws without his Assent, so neither could he make a Law for them without theirs. He assur’d me I was totally mistaken. I did not think so however. And his Lordship’s Conversation having a little alarm’d me as to what might be the Sentiments of the Court concerning us, I wrote it down as soon as I return’d to my Lodgings.— I recollected that about 20 Years before,5 a Clause in a Bill brought into Parliament by the Ministry, had propos’d to make the King’s Instructions Laws in the Colonies; but the Clause was thrown out by the Commons, for which we ador’d them as our Friends and Friends of Liberty, till by their Conduct towards us in 1765, it seem’d that they had refus’d that Point of Sovereignty to the King, only that they might reserve it for themselves.6

After some Days,7 Dr. Fothergill having spoken to the Proprietaries, they agreed to a Meeting with me at Mr. J. Penn’s8 House in Spring Garden. The Conversation at "rst consisted of mutual Declarations of Disposition to rea- sonable Accommodation; but I suppose each Party had its own Ideas of what should be meant by reasonable. We then went into Consideration of our several Points of Complaint which I enumerated. The Proprietaries jus- ti"ed their Conduct as well as they could, and I the Assembly’s. We now appeared very wide, and so far from each other in Our Opinions, as to dis- courage all Hope of Agreement. However, it was concluded that I should give them the Heads of our Complaints in Writing, and they promis’d then to consider them.— I did so soon after;9 but they put the Paper into the Hands of their Solicitor Ferdinando John Paris,1 who manag’d for them all their Law Business in their great Suit with the neighboring Proprietary of Mary- land, Lord Baltimore,2 who had subsisted 70 Years, and wrote for them all their Papers and Messages in their Dispute with the Assembly. He was a proud angry Man; and as I had occasionally in the Answers of the Assembly treated his Papers with some Severity, they being really weak in point of

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3. Orally (Latin). 4. William Murray, "rst Earl of Mans"eld (1705–1793), chief justice of the King’s Bench.

Argument, and haughty in Expression, he had conceiv’d a mortal Enmity to me, which discovering itself whenever we met, I declin’d the Proprietary’s Proposal that he and I should discuss the Heads of Complaint between our two selves, and refus’d treating with anyone but them. They then by his Advice put the Paper into the Hands of the Attorney and Solicitor General for their Opinion and Counsel upon it, where it lay unanswered a Year want- ing eight Days, during which time I made frequent Demands of an Answer from the Proprietaries but without obtaining any other than that they had not yet receiv’d the Opinion of the Attorney and Solicitor General: What it was when they did receive it I never learned, for they did not communicate it to me, but sent a long Message to the Assembly drawn and signed by Paris reciting my Paper, complaining of its want of Formality as a Rudeness on my part, and giving a dimsy Justi"cation of their Conduct, adding that they should be willing to accommodate Matters, if the Assembly would send over some Person of Candor to treat with them for that purpose, intimating thereby that I was not such.

The want of Formality or Rudeness, was prob ably my not having address’d the Paper to them with their assum’d Titles of true and absolute Proprietar- ies of the Province of Pennsylvania, which I omitted as not thinking it nec- essary in a Paper the Intention of which was only to reduce to a Certainty by writing what in Conversation I had delivered vivâ voce.3 But during this Delay, the Assembly having prevail’d with Governor Denny to pass an Act taxing the Proprietary Estate in common with the Estates of the People, which was the grand Point in Dispute, they omitted answering the Message.

When the Act however came over, the Proprietaries counsel’d by Paris determin’d to oppose its receiving the Royal Assent. Accordingly they petition’d the King in Council, and a Hearing was appointed, in which two Lawyers were employ’d by them against the Act, and two by me in Support of it. They alledg’d that the Act was intended to load the Proprietary Estate in order to spare those of the People, and that if it were suffer’d to continue in force, and the Proprietaries who were in Odium with the People, left to their Mercy in proportioning the Taxes, they would inevitably be ruined. We replied that the Act had no such Intention and would have no such Effect. That the Assessors were honest and discreet Men, under an Oath to assess fairly and equitably, and that any Advantage each of them might expect in lessening his own Tax by augmenting that of the Proprietaries was too tri- ding to induce them to perjure themselves. This is the purport of what I remember as urg’d by both Sides, except that we insisted strongly on the mischievous Consequences that must attend a Repeal; for that the Money, 100,000 Pounds, being printed and given to the King’s Use, expended in his Ser vice, and now spread among the People, the Repeal would strike it dead in their Hands to the Ruin of many, and the total Discouragement of future Grants, and the Sel"shness of the Proprietors in soliciting such a general Catastrophe, merely from a groundless Fear of their Estate being taxed too highly, was insisted on in the strongest Terms.

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me if I was really of Opinion that no Injury would be done the Proprietary Estate in the Execution of the Act. I said, Certainly. Then says he, you can have little Objection to enter into an Engagement to assure that Point. I answer’d None, at all. He then call’d in Paris, and after some Discourse his Lordship’s Proposition was accepted on both Sides; a Paper to the purpose was drawn up by the Clerk of the Council, which I sign’d with Mr. Charles, who was also an Agent of the Province for their ordinary Affairs; when Lord Mans"eld return’d to the Council Chamber where " nally the Law was allowed to pass. Some Changes were however recommended and we also engag’d they should be made by a subsequent Law; but the Assembly did not think them necessary. For one Year’s Tax having been levied by the Act before the Order of Council arrived, they appointed a Committee to examine the Proceedings of the Assessors, and On this Committee they put several par tic- u lar Friends of the Proprietaries. After a full Enquiry they unanimously sign’d a Report that they found the Tax had been assess’d with perfect Equity.

The Assembly look’d on my entering into the "rst Part of the Engagement as an essential Ser vice to the Province, since it secur’d the Credit of the Paper Money then spread over all the Country; and they gave me their Thanks in form when I return’d. But the Proprietaries were enrag’d at Gov- ernor Denny for having pass’d the Act, and turn’d him out, with Threats of suing him for Breach of Instructions which he had given Bond to observe. He however having done it at the Instance5 of the General and for his Maj- esty’s Ser vice, and having some power ful Interest at Court, despis’d the Threats, and they were never put in Execution.

1771–90 1868

SAMSON OCCOM 1723–1792

Born in a wigwam on Mohegan land near New London, Connecticut, Samson Occom (or Occum, as it is sometimes spelled) belonged to the northernmost branch of the Pequot tribe. When the religious revival known as the Great Awaken- ing began, his mother, Sarah Occom, was among the "rst Mohegans to convert to evangelical, or New Light, Protestantism. In 1741, Occom himself converted to Chris tian ity after hearing a sermon by the radical New Light preacher John Daven- port. The following year, he was appointed to the Mohegan tribal council, where he served with his father, Joshua Occom. Two years later, he attended hearings in the Mason case, a land dispute between the state of Connecticut and the Mohegans where historic deeds and treaties played a large role. The case was deci ded in favor of Connecticut. Convinced that literacy was a crucial skill for defending native

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sovereignty in their historic domains, Occom sought out the Reverend Eleazar Wheelock, a Yale gradu ate and New Light minister who kept a small school at Lebanon Creek, in Mohegan territory. From 1743 until 1747, Occom studied En glish, Hebrew, Greek, and Latin with Wheelock. After completing his studies, he taught school for a short period, then prepared for the ministry under the Reverend Benjamin Pomeroy in Hebron, Connecticut.

In 1749, Occom moved to Montauk, at the southeastern tip of Long Island, New York. There, with the support of the local Montaukett community and the Boston branch of the Com pany for the Propagation of the Gospel in New Eng land, he started a school for about thirty Native and white children. He married a Mon- taukett former pupil, Mary Fowler, in 1751, and together they formed a traditional home in a Montauk wigwam and started a family. After eleven years with the Mon- tauks, during which time Occom served not only as a teacher but also as a healer, judge, and counselor, he was ordained by the presbytery of Suffolk, on Long Island. In 1761, he wrote An Account of the Montauk Indians, on Long Island, an early example of an indigenous author writing an ethnographic account of a Native community. That same year, he undertook a mission to the Iroquois, establishing a school in Oneida, in upstate New York, and recruiting students for Moor’s Indian Charity School, a small institution that Wheelock had recently opened in Lebanon to help develop a Native ministry.

Occom went to Eng land on a speaking tour with the Reverend Nathaniel Whitaker to raise funds for the Indian Charity School in 1765. Before his departure, Occom wrote a short autobiography to clarify some details about his background for the group sponsoring his trip. Over the next two years, he delivered some three hun- dred sermons across Eng land, Scotland, and Ireland, while collecting around twelve thousand pounds for the school—an enormous sum of money for the time. During his stay in London, he testi"ed in an appeal of the Mason land case. Whee- lock had promised to care for Occom’s family while he was away, but when Occom returned, he found his relations sickly and in extreme poverty.

In dire "nancial straits, alienated from Wheelock, and feeling vulnerable as an “Indian preacher” in the Presbyterian Church, Occom wrote a ten- page autobiography by way of self- justi"cation. Dated September 17, 1768, A Short Narrative of My Life was not published until 1982. It provides fascinating details of the day- to- day life of a rural minister in eighteenth- century North Amer i ca. Occom describes how he tended his garden, his animals, and his congregation, and how he preached to his Native parishioners and used innovative pedagogy to teach their children to read. He speculates that some of the criticisms leveled against him arose simply because “I am a poor Indian.”

When Occom learned that Wheelock intended to use the money raised on the speaking tour to expand the Indian School into a college and move it to Hanover, New Hampshire, he angrily predicted to Wheelock that his college had too much “Gran- deur for the Poor Indians, they’ll never have much bene"t of it.” He was right. The newly renamed Dartmouth College soon ceased to focus on educating Native Ameri- can students, and in 1773 Occom and Wheelock broke off their long relationship.

By that time, however, Occom had established himself as a public "gure. On September 2, 1772, he preached at the execution of Moses Paul, a Wampanoag man convicted of murder. His sermon was densely packed with Scriptural allusions, and it addressed several audiences at once. Noting that he was preaching “at the earnest desire and invitation of the poor condemned Criminal,” Occom called upon the assembled ministers to do the work of the Lord and exhorted his Native audience to avoid “the sin of drunkenness.” A Sermon, Preached at the Execution of Moses Paul, an Indian was "rst printed on October 31 and went through three further editions by the end of the year. Nineteen editions were ultimately published, an extraordi- nary number for any work in this period.

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Meanwhile, Occom preached widely, especially in New Eng land, often to con- gregations of Native Christians. In 1774, he published his Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs, which included six hymns of his own composition. A prominent fea- ture of Christian worship for centuries, hymns had become a source of friction between traditionalists and evangelical New Lights, who preferred the new hymns of the En glish theologians Isaac Watts and Charles Wesley to the older hymns in collec- tions such as the Bay Psalm Book (excerpted earlier in this volume). Despite these ten- sions, hymn singing had become a central ele ment of worship in Native Christian

Samson Occom. Made during Occom’s speaking tour of the British Isles, this famous print shows him pointing at a Bible. A bow and arrows hang directly above.

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1. The text is from Collections of the Mas sa chu- setts Historical Society, Vol. ser. 1, Vol. 10 (1809). 2. Or (as below) “powaws,” and often spelled

“powwows,” are religious leaders, sometimes referred to as priests.

communities. Occom’s hymnal appealed to a wide audience, appearing in four edi- tions, the last in 1792. It had a lasting impact on the American tradition of hymnody.

A few months after Moses Paul’s execution, Occom had attended the "rst orga- nizational meeting of the Brotherton group, a pantribal movement to establish a Christian Indian town in Oneida territory. The aim of the town was to provide residents with a space where they could exercise self- governance, sheltered from white induence and encroachment. Occom was closely involved with the Brother- ton community for over a de cade. Shortly after moving his family to Brotherton in 1789, however, Occom became frustrated by condicts within the community over the disposition of lands to whites. In 1791, the family moved to the Native Christian town of New Stockbridge, some "fteen miles northwest of Brotherton. When Occom died there the following year, of natu ral causes, three hundred indigenous people attended his funeral.

From An Account of the Montauk Indians, on Long Island1

III. Concerning their gods. They imagined a great number of gods. There were the gods of the four corners of the earth; the god of the east, the god of the west, the god of the north, the god of the south; and there was a god over their corn, another over their beans, another over their pumpkins, and squashes, &c. There was one god over their wigwams, another of the "re, another over the sea, another of the wind, one of the day, and another of the night; and there were four gods over the four parts of the year, &c. &c.

But they had a notion of one great and good God, that was over all the rest of the gods, which they called Cauhluntoowut, which signi"es one that is possessed with supreme power. They also had a notion of a great evil god, which they called Mutcheshesunnetooh, which signi"es evil power, who they say is mischievous, &c.

And to these gods they call for help under every dif"culty, and to them they offered their sacri"ces of vari ous kinds, &c.

As for their images, they kept them as oracles. The powwaws2 consult these images to know the minds of their gods; for they pretend these images tell what the people should do to the gods, either to make a dance or a feast, or give something to the old people, or sacri"ce to the gods.

IV. As for the Powaws, they say they get their art from dreams; and one has told me they get their art from the devil, but then partly by dreams or night visions, and partly by the dev il’s immediate appearance to them by vari- ous shapes; sometimes in the shape of one creature, sometimes in another, sometimes by a voice, &c. and their poisoning one another, and taking out poison, they say is no imaginary thing, but real. I have heard some say, that have been poisoned, it puts them into great pain, and when a powaw takes out the poison they have found immediate relief; at other times they feel no manner of pain, but feel strangely by degrees, till they are senseless, and then they will run mad. Sometimes they would run into the water; sometimes into the "re; and at other times run up to the top of high trees and tumble

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3. Vari ous. 1. The text is from American Indian Non#ction: An Anthology of Writings (2007), edited by

Bernd C. Peyer. Some of the bracketed insertions are Peyer’s; others have been added for this anthology.

down headlong to the ground, yet receive no hurt by all these. And I don’t see for my part, why it is not as true, as the En glish or other nation’s witch- craft, but is a great mystery of darkness, &c.

V. Concerning their dead, burial, and mourning. They use[d] to wash their dead clean, and adorn them with all manner of ornaments, and paint the face of them with divers3 colours, and make a great lamentation over their dead. When they carry the corpse to the grave, the whole com pany, especially of the women, make a doleful and a very mournful and loud lam- entation, all the way as they go to the grave, and at the grave; and they use[d] to bury great many things with their dead, especially the things that belonged to the dead, and what they did not bury they would give away, and they would never live in a wigwam, in which any person died, but will immediately pull it down, and they generally mourned for their dead about a year, and the time they are in mourning the women kept their faces blackt with coal mixt with grease, neither would they wear "ne cloathes, nor sing, nor dance, nei- ther will the mourners mention the name by which their dead was called, nor suffer any one in the whole place to mention it till some of the relations are called by the same name; and when they put off their mourning habit, they generally made a great nightly dance. They begin it in the eve ning and hold it till morning.

VI. Concerning their notions of future state. They believed the exis- tence of their souls after their bodies are dead. Their souls go to the west- ward a great way off, where the righ teous, or those that behaved themselves well in this world, will exercise themselves in pleas ur able singing and danc- ing forever, in the presence of their Sawwonnuntoh or their western god, from whom they have received their beans and corn, their pumpkins, squashes, and all such things. They suppose the wicked go to the same place or country with the righ teous; but they are to be exercised in some hard ser- vile labour, or some perplexing exercise, such as fetching water in a riddle, or making a canoe with a round stone, &c.

These were common notions with all Long Island Indians.

1761 1809

A Short Narrative of My Life1

From My Birth till I Received the Christian Religion

I was Born a Heathen and Brought up In Heathenism, till I was between 16 & 17 years of age, at a Place Calld Mohegan, in New London, Connecticut, in New Eng land. My Parents Livd a wandering life, for did all the Indians at Mohegan, they Chiedy Depended upon Hunting, Fishing, & Fowling for their Living and had no Connection with the En glish, excepting to Traf"c with them in their small Trides; and they Strictly maintained and followed their Heathenish Ways, Customs & Religion, though there was Some

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2. In 1729, the Harvard gradu ate and Congrega- tionalist minister Eliphalet Adams occasionally preached to the Mohegans. 3. In 1733–38 the Yale gradu ate and Presbyte- rian minister Jonathan Barber occasionally

taught the Mohegans. 4. I.e., woven mats, which were placed over birchbark frames. 5. I.e., the Great Awakening was underway. 6. I.e., awakened spiritually to a sense of sin.

Preaching among them. Once a Fortnight, in ye Summer Season, a Minis- ter from New London used to come up, and the Indians to attend;2 not that they regarded the Christian Religion, but they had Blankets given to them every Fall of the Year and for these things they would attend and there was a Sort of School kept, when I was quite young, but I believe there never was one that ever Learnt to read any thing,— and when I was about 10 Years of age there was a man who went about among the Indian Wig- wams, and wherever he Could "nd the Indian Children, would make them read;3 but the Children Used to take Care to keep out of his way;— and he used to Catch me Some times and make me Say over my Letters; and I believe I learnt Some of them. But this was Soon over too; and all this Time there was not one amongst us, that made a Profession of Chris tian ity— Neither did we Cultivate our Land, nor kept any Sort of Creatures except Dogs, which we used in Hunting; and we Dwelt in Wigwams. These are a Sort of Tents, Covered with Matts, made of Flags.4 And to this Time we were unaquainted with the En glish Tongue in general though there were a few, who understood a little of it.

From the Time of Our Reformation till I Left Mr. Wheelocks

When I was 16 years of age, we heard a Strange Rumor among the En glish, that there were Extraordinary Ministers Preaching from Place to Place and a Strange Concern among the White People.5 This was in the Spring of the Year. But we Saw nothing of these things, till Some Time in the Summer, when Some Ministers began to visit us and Preach the Word of God; and the Common People all Came frequently and exhorted us to the things of God, which it pleased the Lord, as I humbly hope, to Bless and accompany with Divine Induence to the Conviction and Saving Conversion of a Num- ber of us; amongst whom I was one that was Imprest with the things we had heard. These Preachers did not only come to us, but we frequently went to their meetings and Churches. After I was awakened6 & converted, I went to all the meetings, I could come at; & Continued under Trou ble of Mind about 6 months; at which time I began to Learn the En glish Letters; got me a Primer, and used to go to my En glish Neighbours frequently for Assistance in Reading, but went to no School. And when I was 17 years of age, I had, as I trust, a Discovery of the way of Salvation through Jesus Christ, and was enabl’d to put my trust in him alone for Life & Salvation. From this Time the Distress and Burden of my mind was removed, and I found Serenity and Plea sure of Soul, in Serving God. By this time I just began to Read in the New Testament without Spelling,— and I had a Stronger Desire Still to Learn to read the Word of God, and at the Same Time had an uncommon Pity and Compassion to my Poor Brethren According to the Flesh. I used to wish I was capable of Instructing my poor Kindred. I used to think, if I Could once Learn to Read I would Instruct the poor Children in Reading,— and used frequently to talk with our Indians Concerning Religion. This continued till

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7. Instruction. 8. Prob ably worth about $1,400 in pres ent- day American currency. 9. A village of the Western Niantics, in pres ent- day East Lyme, Connecticut.

1. A village of the Narragansetts, in Charlestown, Rhode Island. 2. The Presbyterian minister Azeriah Horton, a Yale gradu ate, ministered primarily to the Shin- necocks on Long Island and in Rhode Island.

I was in my 19th year: by this Time I Could Read a little in the Bible. At this Time my Poor Mother was going to Lebanon, and having had Some Knowl- edge of Mr. Wheelock and hearing he had a Number of En glish youth under his Tuition,7 I had a great Inclination to go to him and be with him a week or a Fortnight, and Desired my Mother to Ask Mr. Wheelock whether he would take me a little while to Instruct me in Reading. Mother did so; and when She Came Back, She Said Mr. Wheelock wanted to See me as Soon as pos si ble. So I went up, thinking I Should be back again in a few Days; when I got up there, he received me With kindness and Compassion and in Stead of Staying a Forthnight or 3 Weeks, I Spent 4 Years with him.— After I had been with him Some Time, he began to acquaint his Friends of my being with him, and of his Intentions of Educating me, and my Circum- stances. And the good People began to give Some Assistance to Mr. Whee- lock, and gave me Some old and Some New Clothes. Then he represented the Case to the Honorable Commissioners at Boston, who were Commission’d by the Honorable Society in London for Propagating the gospel among the Indians in New Eng land and parts adjacent, and they allowed him 60 £ in old Tender, which was about 6 £ Sterling,8 and they Continu’d it 2 or 3 years, I cant’t tell exactly.— While I was at Mr. Wheelock’s, I was very weakly and my Health much impaired, and at the End of 4 Years, I over Strained my Eyes to such a Degree, I Could not persue my Studies any Longer; and out of these 4 years I Lost Just about one year;— And was obliged to quit my Studies.

From the Time I left Mr. Wheelock till I Went to Eu rope

As soon as I left Mr. Wheelock, I endeavored to "nd Some Employ among the Indians; went to Nahantuck,9 thinking they may want a School Master, but they had one; then went to Narraganset,1 and they were Indifferent about a School, and went back to Mohegan, and heard a number of our Indians were going to Montauk, on Long Island, and I went with them, and the Indi- ans there were very desirous to have me keep a School amongst them, and I Consented, and went back a while to Mohegan and Some time in Novem- ber I went on the Island, I think it is 17 years ago last November. I agreed to keep School with them Half a Year, and left it with them to give me what they Pleased; and they took turns to Provide Food for me. I had near 30 Scholars this winter; I had an eve ning School too for those that could not attend the Day School— and began to Carry on their meetings, they had a Minister, one Mr. Horton, the Scotch Society’s Missionary; but he Spent, I think two thirds of his Time at Sheenecock, 30 Miles from Montauk.2 We met together 3 times for Divine Worship every Sabbath and once on every Wednesday eve ning. I [used] to read the Scriptures to them and used to expound upon Some par tic u lar Passages in my own Tongue. Visited the Sick and attended their Burials.— When the half year expired, they Desired me to Continue with them, which I complied with, for another half year, when

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3. Samuel Buell, the Presbyterian minister and Yale gradu ate, who preached at Occom’s ordina-

tion, in 1759. 4. Somewhat slow to learn.

I had ful"lled that, they were urgent to have me Stay Longer, So I continued amongst them till I was Married, which was about 2  years after I went there. And Continued to Instruct them in the Same manner as I did before. After I was married a while, I found there was need of a Support more than I needed while I was Single,— and made my Case Known to Mr. Buell3 and to Mr. Wheelock, and also the Needy Circumstances and the Desires of these Indians of my Continuing amongst them, and the Commissioners were so good as to grant £15 a year Sterling— And I kept on in my Ser vice as usual, yea I had additional Ser vice; I kept School as I did before and Carried on the Religious Meetings as often as ever, and attended the Sick and their Funerals, and did what Writings they wanted, and often Sat as a Judge to reconcile and Decide their Matters Between them, and had visitors of Indians from all Quarters; and, as our Custom is, we freely Entertain all Visitors. And was fetched often from my Tribe and from others to see into their Affairs Both Religious, Temporal,— Besides my Domestic Concerns. And it Pleased the Lord to Increase my Family fast— and Soon after I was Mar- ried, Mr. Horton left these Indians and the Shenecock & after this I was [alone] and then I had the whole care of these Indians at Montauk, and vis- ited the Shenecock Indians often. Used to set out Saturdays towards Night and come back again Mondays. I have been obliged to Set out from Home after Sun Set, and Ride 30 Miles in the Night, to Preach to these Indians. And Some Indians at Shenecock Sent their Children to my School at Montauk, I kept one of them Some Time, and had a Young Man a half year from Mohegan, a Lad from Nahantuck who was with me almost a year; and had little or nothing for keeping them.

My Method in the School was, as Soon as the Children got together, and took their proper Seats, I Prayed with them, then began to hear them. I gen- erally began ( after some of them Could Spell and Read,) With those that were yet in their Alphabets, So around, as they were properly Seated till I got through and I obliged them to Study their Books, and to help one another. When they could not make out a hard word they Brought it to me— and I usually heard them, in the Summer Season 8 Times a Day 4 in the morn- ing, and in [the] after Noon.— In the Winter Season 6 Times a Day, As Soon as they could Spell, they were obliged to Spell when ever they wanted to go out. I concluded with Prayer; I generally heard my Eve ning Scholars 3 Times Round, And as they go out the School, every one, that Can Spell, is obliged to Spell a Word, and to go out Leisurely one after another. I Catechised 3 or 4 Times a Week according to the Assembly’s [Shorter] Catechism, and many Times Proposed Questions of my own, and in my own Tongue. I found Dif"culty with Some Children, who were Some what Dull,4 most of these can soon learn to Say over their Letters, they Distinguish the Sounds by the Ear, but their Eyes can’t Distinguish the Letters, and the way I took to cure them was by making an Alphabet on Small bits of paper, and glued them on Small Chips of Cedar after this manner A B & C. I put these on Letters in order on a Bench then point to one Letter and bid a Child to take notice of it, and then I order the Child to fetch me the Letter from the Bench; if he Brings the Letter, it is well, if not he must go again and again till he brings

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5. The works of the great En glish hymnodist Isaac Watts (1674–1748). 6. Enthusiastic lay preachers. 7. Turned away from.

8. Inclination. 9. Move. 1. Particle, bit. “York”: prob ably New York. 2. I.e., dismissed.

[the] right Letter. When they can bring any Letters this way, then I just Jumble them together, and bid them to set them in Alphabetical order, and it is a Plea sure to them; and they soon Learn their Letters this way.— I fre- quently Discussed or Exhorted my Scholars, in Religious matters.— My Method in our Religious Meetings was this; Sabbath Morning we Assem ble together about 10 o’C and begin with Singing; we generally Sung Dr. Watt’s Psalms or Hymns.5 I distinctly read the Psalm or Hymn "rst, and then gave the meaning of it to them, after that Sing, then Pray, and Sing again after Prayer. Then proceed to Read from Suitable portion of Scripture, and so Just give the plain Sense of it in Familiar Discourse and apply it to them. So con- tinued with Prayer and Singing. In the after Noon and Eve ning we Proceed in the Same Manner, and so in Wednesday Eve ning. Some Time after Mr. Horton left these Indians, there was a remarkable revival of religion among these Indians and many were hopefully converted to the Saving knowledge of God in Jesus. It is to be observed before Mr. Horton left these Indians they had Some Prejudices infused in their minds, by Some Enthu- siastical Exhorters6 from New Eng land, against Mr. Horton, and many of them had left him, by this means he was Discouraged, and was disposed from7 these Indians. And being acquainted with the Enthusiasts in New Eng land & the make and the Disposition8 of the Indians I took a mild way to reclaim them. I opposed them not openly but let them go on in their way, and whenever I had an opportunity, I would read Such pages of the Scrip- tures, and I thought would confound their Notions, and I would come to them with all Authority, Saying “ these Saith the Lord”; and by this means, the Lord was pleased to Bless my poor Endeavours, and they were reclaimed, and Brought to hear almost any of the ministers.— I am now to give an Account of my Circumstances and manner of Living. I Dwelt in a Wigwam, a Small Hut with Small Poles and Covered with Matts made of Flags, and I was obligd to remove9 twice a Year, about 2 miles Distance, by reason of the Scarcity of wood, for in one Neck of Land they Planted their Corn, and in another, they had their wood, and I was obligd to have my Corn carted and my Hay also,— and I got my Ground Plow’d every year, which Cost me about 12 shillings an acre; and I kept a Cow and a Horse, for which I paid 21 shil- lings every year York currency, and went 18 miles to Mill for every Dust1 of meal we used in my family. I Hired or Joined with my Neighbours to go to Mill, with a Horse or ox Cart, or on Horse Back, and Some time went myself. My Family Increasing fast, and my Visitors also. I was obligd to contrive every way to Support my Family; I took all opportunities, to get Some thing to feed my Family Daily. I Planted my own Corn, Potatoes, and Beans; I used to be out hoeing my Corn Some times before Sun Rise and after my School is Dismist,2 and by this means I was able to raise my own Pork, for I was allowed to keep 5 Swine. Some mornings & Eve nings I would be out with my Hook and Line to Catch "sh, and in the Fall of Year and in the Spring, I used my gun, and fed my Family with Fowls. I Could more than pay for my Powder & Shot with Feathers. At other Times I Bound old Books for

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3. I.e., et cetera. “Piggins”: small, wooden pails. 4. Cf. 2 Corinithians 11.23.

Easthampton People, made wooden Spoons and Ladles, Stocked Guns, & worked on Cedar to make Pails, [Piggins], and Churns & C.3 Besides all these Dif"culties I met with advers Providence, I bought a Mare, had it but a little while, and she fell into the Quick Sand and Died, After a while Bought another, I kept her about half year, and she was gone, and I never have heard of nor Seen her from that Day to this; it was Supposed Some Rogue Stole her. I got another and [it] Died with a Distemper, and last of all I Bought a Young Mare, and kept her till She had one Colt, and She broke her Leg and Died, and Presently after the [Colt] Died also. In the whole I Lost 5 Horse Kind; all these Losses helped to pull me down; and by this Time I got greatly in Debt, and acquainted my Circumstances to Some of my Friends, and they Represented my Case to the Commissioners of Boston, and Interceded with them for me, and they were pleased to vote 15 £ for my Help, and Soon after Sent a Letter to my good Friend at New London, acquainting him that they had Superseded their Vote; and my Friends were so good as to represent my Needy Circumstances Still to them, and they were so good at Last, as to Vote £ 15 and Sent it, for which I am very thank- ful; and the Revd Mr. Buell was so kind as to write in my behalf to the gentlemen of Boston; and he told me they were much Displeased with him, and heard also once again that they blamed me for being Extravagant; I Can’t Conceive how these gentlemen would have me Live. I am ready to [forgive] their Ignorance, and I would wish they had Changed Circum- stances with me but one month, that they may know, by experience what my Case really was; but I am now fully convinced, that it was not Igno- rance, For I believe it can be proved to the world that these Same Gentle- men gave a young Missionary a Single man, one Hundred Pounds for one year, and "fty Pounds for an Interpreter, and thirty Pounds for an Introducer; so it Cost them one Hundred & Eighty Pounds in one Single Year, and they Sent too where there was no Need of a Missionary.

Now you See what difference they made between me and other mission- aries; they gave me 180 Pounds for 12 years Ser vice, which they gave for one years Ser vices in another Mission.— In my Ser vice (I speak like a fool,4 but I am Constrained) I was my own Interpreter. I was both a School mas- ter and Minister to the Indians, yea I was their Ear, Eye & Hand, as Well as Mouth. I leave it with the World, as wicked as it is, to Judge, whether I ought not to have had half as much, they gave a young man Just mentioned which would have been but £ 50 a year; and if they ought to have given me that, I am not under obligations to them, I owe them nothing at all; what can be the Reason that they used me after this manner? I can’t think of any thing, but this as a Poor Indian Boy Said, Who was Bound out to an En glish Family, and he used to Drive Plow for a young man, and he whipt and Beat him allmost every Day, and the young man found fault with him, and Complained of him to his master and the poor Boy was Called to answer for himself before his master, and he was asked, what it was he did, that he was So Com- plained of and beat almost every Day. He Said, he did not know, but he Supposed it was because he could not drive any better; but says he, I Drive as well as I know how; and at other Times he Beats me, because he is of a

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1. The text is from Samson Occom, A Sermon at the Execution of Moses Paul, an Indian; Who had been guilty of Murder, Preached at New Haven in Amer i ca (1788). 2. Moses Paul, a Wampanoag man, was con- victed of the murder of a white man, Moses Cook, and sentenced to death. Paul unsuccess-

fully appealed his conviction, charging the all- white jury with racial bias. Paul then wrote to Occom asking him to preach at his execution, which took place in 1772 at the Brick Meeting House in New Haven, Connecticut. 3. Behave.

mind to beat me; but says he believes he Beats me for the most of the Time “ because I am an Indian”.

So I am ready to Say, they have used me thus, because I Can’t Induence the Indians so well as other missionaries; but I can assure them I have endeavoured to teach them as well as I know how;— but I must Say, “I believe it is because I am a poor Indian”. I Can’t help that God has made me So; I did not make my self so.

September 17, 1768 1982

From A Sermon at the Execution of Moses Paul, an Indian1

The ADDRESS

By the melancholy providence of God, and at the earnest desire and invita- tion of the poor condemned criminal,2 I am here before this great con- course of people at this time, to give the last discourse to the poor miserable object who is to be executed this day before your eyes, for the due reward of his folly, and madness, and enormous wickedness. It is an unwelcome task to me to speak upon such an occasion; but since it is the desire of the poor man himself, in conscience I cannot deny him; I must endeavour to do the great work the dying man requests. I conclude that this great concourse of people have come together to see the execution of justice upon this poor Indian; and I suppose the biggest part of you look upon yourselves Christians, and as such I hope you will demean3 yourselves; and that you will have suitable commiseration towards this poor object. Though you cannot in justice pray for his life to be continued in this world, you can pray earnestly for the salvation of his poor soul. Let this be therefore, the fervent exercise of our souls; for this is the last day we have to pray for him.— As for you that do not regard religion, it cannot be expected, that you will put up one petition for this miserable creature: yet I would intreat you seriously to consider the frailty of corrupt nature, and behave yourselves as becomes rational creatures.

And in a word, let us all be suitably affected with the melancholy occasion of the day, knowing that we are all dying creatures, and accountable unto God. Though this poor condemned criminal will in a few minutes know more than all of us, either in unutterable joy, or inconceivable woe; yet we shall certainly know as much as he, in a few days.

The sacred words that I have chosen to speak from upon this undesirable occasion, are found written in Romans vi. 23.

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4. Psalm 39, “Teach Me the Mea sure of My Days,” verses 3 and 4, by the En glish hymnodist

Isaac Watts (1674–1748). 5. Cf. Deuteronomy 30.19.

For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Death is called the King of Terrors, and it ought to be the subject of every man and woman’s thoughts daily; because it is that unto which they are lia- ble every moment of their lives: and therefore, it cannot be unseasonable to think, speak and hear of it at any time, and especially on this mournful occa- sion; for we must all come to it, how soon we cannot tell; whether we are prepared or not prepared, ready or not ready, whether death is welcome or not welcome, we must feel the force of it: whether we concern ourselves with death or not, it will concern itself with us. Seeing that this is the case with every one of us, what manner of persons ought we to be in all holy conver- sation and godliness; how ought men to exert themselves in preparation for death continually; for they know not what a day or an hour may bring forth, with re spect to them. But, alas! according to the appearance of mankind in general, death is the least thought of. They go on from day to day, as if they were to live here for ever, as if this was the only life. They contrive, rack their inventions, disturb their rest, and even hazard their lives in all manner of dangers, both by sea and land; yea they leave no stone unturned that they may live in the world, and at the same time have little or no contrivance to die well: God and their souls are neglected, and heaven and eternal happi- ness are disregarded; Christ and his religion are despised— yet most of these very men intend to be happy when they come to die, not considering that there must be great preparation in order to die well. Yea there is none so "t to live as those that are "t to die; those that are not "t to die are not "t to live. Life and death are nearly connected: we generally own that it is a great and solemn thing to die. But I say again, how little do mankind realize these things? They are busy about the things of this world as if there was no death before them. Dr. Watts pictures them out to the life in his psalms:

See the vain race of mortals move Some walk in honor’s gaudy show, Like shadows o’er the plain, Some dig for golden ore, They rage and strive, desire and love, They toil for heirs they know not who, But all their noise is vain. And strait are seen no more.4

Eternal life is shamefully disregarded by men in general, and eternal death is chosen rather than life.5 This is the general complaint of the bible from the beginning to the end. As long as Christ is neglected, life is refused, and as long as sin is cherished, death is chosen; and this seems to be the woful case of mankind of all nations, according to their appearance in these days; for it is too plain to be denied, that vice and immortality, and doods of iniquity are abounding every where amongst all nations, and all orders and ranks of men, and in every sect of people. Yea there is a great agreement and harmony among all nations, and from the highest to the lowest to practise sin and iniquity; and the pure religion of Jesus Christ is turned out of doors, and is dying without; or, in other words, the Lord Jesus Christ is turned out of doors by men in gen- eral, and even by his professed people. “He came to his own, and his own

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6. John 1.11. 7. Psalm 14.1. “The Psalmist”: David, the second king of ancient Israel, traditionally considered the author of the Book of Psalms.

8. James 3.8. Cf., e.g., Proverbs 14.9, 15.2, 26.4. “Solomon”: a son of David who became a king of Israel, traditionally considered the author of the Book of Proverbs.

received him not.”6 But the devil is admitted, he has free access to the houses and hearts of the children of men: Thus life is refused and death is chosen.

But in further speaking upon our text, by divine assistance, I shall con- sider those two general propositions:

I. That sin is the cause of all the miseries that befall the children of men, both as to their bodies and souls, for time and eternity.

II. That eternal life and happiness is the free gift of God, through Jesus Christ our Lord.

In speaking to the "rst proposition, I shall "rst consider the nature of sin; and secondly, shall consider the consequences of sin, or the wages of sin, which is death.

First then, we are to describe the nature of sin. Sin is the transgression of the law:— This is the scripture de"nition of sin.

Now the law of God being holy, just and good; sin must be altogether unholy, unjust and evil. If I was to de"ne sin, I should call it a contrariety to God; and as such it must be the vilest thing in the world; it is full of all evil; it is the evil of evils; the only evil, in which dwells no good thing; and is most destructive to God’s creation, where ever it takes effect. It was sin that trans- formed the very angels of heaven into dev ils; and it was sin that caused hell to be made. If it had not been for sin, there never would have been such a thing as hell or devil, death or misery.

And if sin is such a thing as we have just described; it must be worse than the dev ils and hell itself.— Sin is full of deadly poison; it is full of malignity and hatred against God, against all his divine perfections and attributes, against his wisdom, against his power, against his holiness and goodness, against his mercy and justice, against his written law and gospel; yea, against his very being and existence. Were it in the power of sin, it would even dethrone God, and set itself on the throne.

* * * 2. I shall endeavour to shew the sad consequences or effects of sin upon

the children of men. Sin has poisoned them, and made them distracted or fools. The Psalmist

says, The fool hath said in his heart, there is no God.7 And Solomon, through his Proverbs, calls ungodly sinners fools;8 and their sin he calls their folly and foolishness. The Apostle James says, “But the tongue can no man tame, it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.” It is the heart that is in the "rst place full of this “deadly poison.” The tongue is only an interpreter of the heart. Sin has vitiated the whole man, both soul and body; all the powers are corrupted; it has turned the minds of men against all good, towards all evil. So poisoned are they, according to the Prophet Isaiah v. 20. “Wo unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter.” And Christ Jesus saith in John iii. 19, 20. “And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds

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9. Illicit sexual intercourse. 1. The parable of Dives the rich man and Lazarus appears in Luke 16.19–31.

were evil. For every one that doth evil hateth the light, neither cometh to the light, lest his deeds should be reproved.” Sin has stupi"ed mankind, they are now ignorant of God their maker; neither do they enquire after him. And they are ignorant of themselves, they know not what is good for them, neither do they understand their danger; and they have no fear of God before their eyes.

* * * The next thing I shall consider, is the actual death of the body, or separa-

tion between soul and body. At the cessation of natu ral life, there is an end of all the enjoyments of this life: there is no more joy nor sorrow; no more hope nor fear, as to the body; no more contrivance and carry ing on any busi- ness; no more merchandizing and trading; no more farming; no more buy- ing and selling; no more building of any kind, no more contrivance at all to live in the world; no more datteries nor frowns from the world; no more honor nor reproach; no more praise; no more good report, nor evil report; no more learning of any trades, arts or sciences in the world; no more sinful pleasures, they are all at an end; recreations, visiting, tavern haunting, music and dancing, chambering9 and carousing, playing at dice and cards, or any game whatsoever; cursing and swearing, and profaning the holy name of God, drunkenness, "ghting, debauchery, lying and cheating, in this world, must cease for ever. Not only so, sinners must bid an eternal farewell to all the world; bid farewell to all their beloved sins and pleasures: and the places and possessions that knew them once, shall know them no more for ever. And further, they must bid adieu to all sacred and divine things. They are obliged to leave the Bible, and all the ordinances thereof; and to bid fare- well to preachers, and all sermons and all Christian people, and Christian conversation; they must bid a long farewell to sabbaths and seasons, and opportunities of worship; yea, an eternal farewell to God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, and adieu to heaven and all happiness, to saints and all the inhabitants of the upper world. At your leisure please to read the destruc- tion of Babylon; Rev. the 18th, most of that description will apply to the case of dying sinners.

Mean while, the poor departed soul must take up its lodging in sorrow, woe and misery, in the lake that burns with "re and brimstone, where the worm dieth not, and the "re is not quenched; where a multitude of frightful deformed dev ils dwell, and the damned ghosts of Adam’s race; where dark- ness, horror and despair reigns, where hope never comes, and where poor guilty naked souls will be tormented with exquisite torments, even the wrath of the Almighty poured out upon their damned souls; the smoke of their tor- ments ascending up for ever and ever; and hellish groans, howlings, cries and shrieks all round them, and merciless dev ils upbraiding them for their folly and madness, and tormenting them incessantly.— And there they must endure the most unsatiable, fruitless desire, and the most overwhelming shame and confusion, and the most horrible fear, and the most doleful sor- row, and the most racking despair. When they cast their daming eyes to heaven, with Dives in torments,1 they behold an angry and frowning God,

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2. Galatians 2.20. “The apostle”: Jesus’ apostle Paul.

3. 1 John 4.16.

whose eyes are as a daming "re, and they are struck with ten thousand darts of pain; and the sight of the happiness of the saints above, adds to their pains and aggravates their misery. And when they redect upon their past folly and madness, in neglecting the great salvation in their day, it will pierce them with ten thousand inconceivable torments; it will as it were enkindle their hell afresh; and it will cause them to curse themselves bitterly, and curse the day in which they were born, and curse their parents that were the instru- ments of their being in the world; yea they will curse, bitterly curse; and with that very God that gave them their being, to be in the same condition with them in hell torments. This is what is called the second death, and it is the last death, and an eternal death to a guilty soul.

And O eternity, eternity, eternity! Who can mea sure it? Who can count the years thereof? Arithmetic must fail, the thoughts of men and angels are drowned in it; how shall we describe eternity? To what shall we compare it? Were it pos si ble to employ a dy to carry off this globe by the small particles thereof, and to carry them to such a distance that it should return once in ten thousand years for another particle, and so continue until it has carried off all this globe, and framed them together in some unknown space, until it has made just such a world as this is; after all, eternity would remain the fame unexhausted duration. This must be the unavoidable portion of all impenitent sinners, let them be who they will, great or small, honorable or ignoble, rich or poor, bond or free. Negroes, Indians, En glish, or of what nations forever, all that die in their sins, must go to hell together, for the wages of sin is death.

The next thing that I was to consider is this: II. That eternal life and happiness is the free gift of God, through Jesus

Christ our Lord. Under this proposition I shall endeavour to shew, what this life and hap-

piness is. The life that is mentioned in our text, begins with a spiritual life: it is the

life of the soul, a restoration of soul from sin to holiness, from darkness to light, a translation from the kingdom and dominion of Satan, to the king- dom of God’s grace. In other words, it is being restored to the image of God, and delivered from the image of Satan. And this life consists in union of the soul to God, and communion with God; a real participation of the divine nature, or in the apostle’s words, it is Christ formed within us; “I live,” says he, “yet not I, but Christ liveth in me.”2 And the apostle John saith, “God is love, and he that dwelleth in love, dwelleth in God, and God in him.”3 * * * This life is called eternal life, because God has planted a living princi ple in the soul; and whereas he was dead before, now he is made alive unto God; there is an active princi ple within him towards God, he now moves towards God in his religious devotions and exercises; is daily, comfortably and sweetly walking with God, in all his ordinances and commands; his delight is in the ways of God; he breathes towards God, a living breath, in praises, prayers, adorations and thanksgivings; his prayers are now heard in the heavens, and his praises delight the ears of the Almighty,

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4. 2 Corinthians 12.15. 5. At this location, Protestants were executed during the reigns of Henry VIII (1509–47),

Edward VI (1547–53), Mary I (1553–58), Eliza- beth I (1558–1603), and James I (1603–1625).

and his thanksgivings are accepted. So alive is he now to God, that it is his meat and drink, yea more than his meat and drink, to do the will of his heav- enly Father. It is his delight, his happiness and plea sure to serve God. He does not drag himself to his duties now, but he does them out of choice, and with alacrity of soul. Yea, so alive is he to God, that he gives up himself and all that he has entirely to God, to be for him and none other; his whole aim is to glorify God in all things, whether by life or death, all the same to him.

We have a bright example of this in St Paul. After he was converted, he was all alive to God; he regarded not himself, but was willing to spend, and be spent in the ser vice of his God;4 he was hated, reviled, despised, laughed at, and called by all manner of evil names; was scourged, stoned and imprisoned;— and all could not stop his activity towards God. He would boldly and coura- giously go on in preaching the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ, to poor, lost, and undone sinners; he would do the work God set him about, in spite of all opposition he met with, either from men or dev ils, earth or hell; come death, or come life, none of these things moved him, because he was alive unto God. Though he suffered hunger and thirst, cold and heat, poverty and nakedness by day and by night, by sea and land, and was in danger all ways; yet he would serve God amidst all these dangers. Read his amazing account in 2 Cor. xi. 23. and on.

Another instance of marvellous love towards God, we have in Daniel. When there was a proclamation, sent by the king, to all his subjects, forbid- ding them to call upon their gods, for thirty days; which was done by envi- ous men, that they might "nd occasion against Daniel, the servant of the Most High God; yet he having the life of God in his soul, regarded not the king’s decree, but made his petitions to his God, as often as he used to do, though death was threatened to the disobedient. But he feared not the hell they had prepared; the den resembled hell, and the lions the dev ils. Thus Daniel and Paul went through "re and water, as the common saying is, because they had eternal life in their souls in an eminent manner; and they regarded not this life, for the cause and glory of God. And thus it has been in all ages with true Christians. Many of the fore- fathers of the En glish, in this country, had this life, and are gone the same way that the holy prophets and apostles went. Many of them went through all manner of sufferings for God; and a great number of them are gone home to heaven, in chariots of "re. I have seen the place in London, called Smith"eld, where numbers were burnt to death for the religion of Jesus Christ.5 And there is the same life in true Christians now in these days; and if there should per- secutions arise in our day, I verily believe, true Christians would suffer with the same spirit and temper of mind, as those did, who suffered in days past.

We proceed to shew, that this life which we have described, is the free gift of God, through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Sinners have forfeited all mercy into the hand of divine justice, and have merited hell and damnation to themselves; for the wages of sin is everlast- ing death, but heaven and happiness is a free gift; it comes by favour; and

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6. John 3.16. 7. Ephesians 2.8. 8. The assembled listeners, including numerous

clergymen. 9. Numbers 32.23. 1. Genesis 9.6.

all merit is excluded: and especially if we consider that we are fallen sinful creatures, and there is nothing in us that can recommend us to the favour of God. * * * And it is said, that this life is given in and through the Lord Jesus Christ. It could not be given in any other way, but in and through the death and sufferings of Christ; Christ himself is a gift, and he is the Chris- tian’s life. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”6 The word says further, “For by grace ye are saved, through faith, and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God.”7 This is given through Jesus Christ our Lord; Christ obtained it with his own blood, by the induence of his spirit he prepares us for it; and by his divine grace preserves us for it. In a word, he is all in all in our eternal salvation; all this is the free gift of God.

I have now gone through what I proposed from my text. And I shall now make some application of the whole.

First to the criminal in par tic u lar; and then to the auditory in general.8 My poor unhappy brother MOSES;

As it was your own desire that I should preach to you this last discourse, so I shall speak plainly to you.— You are the bone of my bone, and desh of my desh. You are an Indian, a despised creature; but you have despised yourself; yea, you have despised God more; you have trodden under foot his authority; you have despised his commands and precepts: and now, as God says, “be sure your sins will "nd you out;9 so now, poor Moses, your sins have found you out, and they have overtaken you this day; the day of your death is now come; the King of Terrors is at hand; you have but a very few moments to breathe in this world.— The just laws of man, and the holy law of Jehovah, call aloud for the destruction of your mortal life; God says, “Whoso sheddeth man’s blood, by man shall his blood be shed.”1 This is the ancient decree of heaven, and it is to be executed by man; nor have you the least gleam of hope of escape, for the unalterable sentence is past; the terrible day of execution is come; the unwelcome guard is about you; and the fatal instruments of death are now made ready; your cof"n and your grave, your last lodging, are open ready to receive you.

Alas! poor Moses, now you know, by sad, by woful experience, the living truth of our text, that the wages of sin is death. You have been already dead; yea twice dead: by nature spiritually dead, and since the awful sentence of death has been past upon you, you have been dead to all the pleasures of this life: or all the pleasures, lawful or unlawful, have been dead to you: And death which is the wages of sin, is standing even on this side of your grave ready to put a "nal period to your mortal life; and just beyond the grave, eternal death awaits your poor soul, and the dev ils are ready to drag your miserable soul down to their bottomless den, where everlasting woe and hor- ror reigns; the place is "lled with doleful shrieks, howls and groans of the damned. Oh! to what a miserable, forlorn, and wretched condition, have your extravagant folly and wickedness brought you, i.e. if you die in your sins. And O! what manner of repentance ought you to manifest! How ought your

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2. In Calvinist theology, God established the Covenant of Works with Adam, who then broke it. Jesus Christ established the Covenant of

Grace with those who believe in him and will thus be saved. 3. Matthew 11.28.

heart to bleed for what you have done! How ought you to prostrate your soul before a bleeding God! And under self- condemnation, cry out, Ah Lord, ah Lord, what have I done!— Whatever partiality, injustice and error there may be among the judges of the earth, remember that you have deserved a thou- sand deaths, and a thousand hells, by reason of your sins, at the hands of a holy God. Should God come out against you in strict justice, alas! what could you say for yourself? for you have been brought up under the bright sun- shine, and plain, and loud sound of the gospel; and you have had a good education; you can read and write well; and God has given you a good natu- ral understanding: and therefore your sins are so much more aggravated. You have not sinned in such an ignorant manner as others have done; but you have sinned with both your eyes open as it were, under the light, even the glorious light of the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ.— You have sinned against the light of your own conscience, against your knowledge and understand- ing; you have sinned against the pure and holy laws of God, and the just laws of men; you have sinned against heaven and earth; you have sinned against all the mercies and goodness of God; you have sinned against the whole Bible, against the Old and New- Testament; you have sinned against the blood of Christ, which is the blood of the everlasting covenant.2 O poor Moses, see what you have done! and now repent, repent, I say again repent; see how the blood you shed cries against you, and the avenger of blood is at your heels. O dy, dy to the Blood of the Lamb of God, for the pardon of all your aggravated sins.

But let us now turn to a more pleasant theme.— Though you have been a great sinner, a heaven daring sinner; yet hark! O hear the joyful sound from heaven, even from the King of kings, and Lord of lords; that the gift of God is eternal life, through Jesus Christ our Lord. It is a free gift, and bestowed on the greatest sinners, and upon their true repentance towards God and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, they shall be welcome to the life, which we have spoken of; it is granted upon free terms. He that hath no money may come; he that hath no righ teousness, no goodness, may come; the call is to poor undone sinners; the call is not to the righ teous, but sinners, inviting them to repentance. Hear the voice of the Son of the most high God, “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”3 This is a call, a gracious call to you, poor Moses, under your pres ent burdens and distresses. * * * O poor Moses, believe on the Lord Jesus Christ with all your heart, and thou shalt be saved eternally. Come just as you are, with all your sins and abominations, with all your blood- guiltiness, with all your condemnation, and lay hold of the hope set before you this day. This is the last day of salvation with your soul; you will be beyond the bounds of mercy in a few minutes more. O, what a joyful day will it be if you now openly believe in, and receive the Lord Jesus Christ; it would be the beginning of heavenly days with your poor soul; instead of a melancholy day, it would be a wedding day to your soul; it would cause the very angels in heaven to rejoice, and the saints on earth to be glad; it would cause the angels to

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4. The patriarchs of the Hebrew Bible.

come down from the realms above, and wait hovering about your gallows, ready to convey your soul to the heavenly mansions, there to take the pos- session of eternal glory and happiness, and join the heavenly choirs in sing- ing the song of Moses and the Lamb; there to sit down forever with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob4 in the kingdom of God’s glory; and your shame and guilt shall be forever banished from the place, and all sorrow and fear forever dy away, and tears be wiped from your face; and there shall you forever admire the astonishing and amazing and in"nite mercy of God in Christ Jesus, in pardoning such a monstrous sinner as you have been; there you will claim the highest note of praise, for the riches of free grace in Christ Jesus. But if you will not accept of a Saviour proposed to your ac cep- tance in this last day of your life, you must this very day bid farewell to God the Father, Son and Holy Ghost, to heaven and all the saints and angels that are there; and you must bid all the saints in this lower world an eternal farewell, and even the whole world. And so I must leave you in the hands of God; and must turn to the whole auditory.

Sirs, We may plainly see, from what we have heard, and from the miser- able object before us, into what a doleful condition sin has brought man- kind, even into a state of death and misery. We are by nature as certainly under sentence of death from God, as this miserable man is, by the the just determination of man; and we are all dying creatures, this is the dreadful fruit of sin. O! let us then dy from all appearance of sin; let us "ght against it with all our might; let us repent and turn to God, and believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, that we may live forever; let us all prepare for death, for we know not how soon, nor how suddenly we may be called out of the world.

Permit me reverend gentlemen and fathers in Israel, to speak a few words to you, though I am well sensible that I need to be taught the "rst princi ples of the oracles of God, by the least of you. But since the providence of God has so ordered it, that I must speak here on this occasion, I beg that you would not be offended nor be angry with me.

God has raised you up, from among your brethren, and has quali"ed, and authorised you to do his great work; and you are the servants of the Most High God, and ministers of the Lord Jesus, the Son of the living God: you are Christ’s ambassadors; you are called Shepherds, watchmen, overseers, or bishops, and you are rulers of the temples of God, or of the assemblies of God’s people; you are God’s angels, and as such you have nothing to do but to wait upon God, and to do the work the Lord Jesus Christ your blessed Lord and Master has set you about, not fearing the face of any man, nor seeking to please men, but your Master. * * * But what need I speak any more? Let us all attend, and hear the great Apostle of the Gentiles speaking unto us in Eph[esians] vi from the 10th verse and onward. “Fi nally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord, and in the power of his might; put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil. For we wrestle not against desh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spir- itual wickedness in high places. Wherefore take unto you the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand in the evil day, and having done all to

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5. Poor, shabby. 6. Lack.

stand. Stand therefore, having your loins girt about with truth, and having on the breast- plate of righ teousness; and your feet shod with the prepara- tion of the gospel of peace: above all, taking the shield of faith, wherewith ye shall be able to quench all the "ery darts of the wicked; and take the hel- met of salvation, and the sword of the spirit, which is the word of God; praying always with all prayer and supplication in the spirit, and watching thereunto with all perseverance, and supplication for all saints.”

I shall now address myself to the Indians, my brethren and kindred accord- ing to the desh. My Poor kindred,

You see the woful consequences of sin, by seeing this our poor miserable country- man now before us, who is to die this day for his sins and great wickedness. And it was the sin of drunkenness that has brought this destruc- tion and untimely death upon him. There is a dreadful woe denounced from the Almighty against drunkards; and it is this sin, this abominable, this beastly and accursed sin of drunkenness, that has stript us of every desir- able comfort in this life; by this we are poor, miserable and wretched; by this sin we have no name nor credit in the world among polite nations; for this sin we are despised in the world, and it is all right and just, for we despise ourselves more; and if we do not regard ourselves, who will regard us? And it is for our sins, and especially for that accursed, that most hateful sin of drunkenness that we suffer every day. For the love of strong drink we spend all that we have, and every thing we can get. By this sin we cannot have comfortable houses, nor any thing comfortable in our houses; neither food nor raiment, nor decent utensils. We are obliged to put up any sort of shel- ter just to screen us from the severity of the weather; and we go about with very mean,5 ragged and dirty clothes, almost naked. And we are half starved, for most of the time obliged to pick up any thing to eat.— And our poor children are suffering every day for want6 of the necessaries of life; they are very often crying for want of food, and we have nothing to give them; and in  the cold weather they are shivering and crying, being pinched with the cold— — All this is for the love of strong drink. And this is not all the misery and evil we bring on ourselves in this world; but when we are intoxicated with strong drink, we drown our rational powers, by which we are distin- guished from the brutal creation; we unman ourselves, and bring ourselves not only level with the beasts of the "eld, but seven degrees beneath them; yea we bring ourselves level with the dev ils; I do not know but we make ourselves worse than the dev ils, for I never heard of drunken dev ils.

My poor kindred, do consider what a dreadful abominable sin drunken- ness is. God made us men, and we choose to be beasts and dev ils; God made us rational creatures, and we chuse to be fools. Do consider further, and behold a drunkard, and see how he looks, when he has drowned his reason; how deformed and shameful does he appear? He dis"gures every part of him, both soul and body, which was made after the image of God. He appears with awful deformity, and his whole visage is dis"gured; if he attempts to speak he cannot bring out his words distinct, so as to be understood; if

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7. A name in the Hebrew Bible that later became identi"ed with the devil. 8. See Genesis 9.22, where Ham sees the naked-

ness of his father, Noah. In some accounts, this led to the curse of Ham, which was said to explain the enslavement of Africans.

he walks he reels and staggers to and fro, and tumbles down. And see how he behaves, he is now laughing, and then he is crying; he is singing, and the next minute he is mourning; and is all love to every one, and anon he is rag- ing, and for "ghting, and killing all before him, even the nearest and the dearest relations and friends: Yea nothing is too bad for a drunken man to do. He will do that which he would not do for the world, in his right mind.

Further, when a person is drunk, he is just good for nothing in the world; he is of no ser vice to himself, to his family, to his neighbours, or his coun- try; and how much more un"t is he to serve God: yet he is just as "t for the ser vice of the devil.

Again, a man in drukenness is in all manner of dangers, he may be killed by his fellow- men, by wild beasts, and tame beasts; he may fall into the "re, into the water, or into a ditch; or he may fall down as he walks along, and break his bones or his neck; he may cut himself with edge tools.— Further, if he has any money or any thing valuable, he may lose it all, or may be robbed, or he may make a foolish bargain, and be cheated out of all he has.

I believe you know the truth of what I have just now said, many of you, by sad experience; yet you will go on still in your drunkenness. Though you have been cheated over and over again, and you have lost your substance by drunkenness, yet you will venture to go on in this most destructive sin. O fools when will ye be wise?— We all know the truth of what I have been say- ing, by what we have seen and heard of drunken deaths. How many have been drowned in our rivers, and how many have been frozen to death in the winter seasons! yet drunkards go on without fear and consideration: alas, alas! What will become of all such drunkards? Without doubt they must all go to hell, except they truly repent and turn to God. Drunkenness is so com- mon amongst us, that even our young men and young women are not ashamed to get drunk. Our young men will get drunk as soon as they will eat when they are hungry— It is generally esteemed amongst men, more abominable for a woman to be drunk, than a man; and yet there is nothing more common amongst us than female drunkards. Women ought to be more modest than men; the holy scriptures recommend modesty to women in particular:— but drunken women have no modesty at all. It is more intoler- able for a woman to get drunk, if, we consider further, that she is in great danger of falling into the hands of the sons of Belial,7 or wicked men, and being shamefully treated by them.

And here I cannot but observe, we "nd in sacred writ, a woe denounced against men, who put their bottles to their neighbours’ mouth to make them drunk, that they may see their nakedness;8 and no doubt there are such dev ilish men now in our day, as there were in the days of old.

And to conclude, consider my poor kindred, you that are drunkards, into what a miserable condition you have brought yourselves. There is a dreadful woe thundering against you every day, and the Lord says, that drunkards shall not inherit the kingdom of God.

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1. The texts are from Samson Occom, A Choice Collection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs (1774), as reprinted in The Collected Writings of Samson Occom, Mohegan (2006), edited by Joanna

Brooks. 2. I.e., the cross that Jesus carried to the site of his Cruci"xion.

And now let me exhort you all to break off from your drunkenness, by a gospel repentance, and believe on the Lord Jesus and you shall be saved. Take warning by this doleful sight before us, and by all the dreadful judg- ments that have befallen poor drunkards. O let us all reform our lives, and live as becomes dying creatures, in time to come. Let us be persuaded that we are accountable creatures to God, and we must be called to an account in a few days. You that have been careless all your days, now awake to righ- teousness, and be concerned for your poor and never dying souls. Fight against all sins, and especially the sin that easily besets you, and behave in time to come as becomes rational creatures; and above all things, receive and believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you shall have eternal life; and when you come to die, your souls will be received into heaven, there to be with the Lord Jesus in eternal happiness, and with all the saints in glory; which God of his in"nite mercy grant, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

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HYMNS1

The Sufferings of Christ, or Throughout the Saviour’s Life We Trace

Throughout the Saviour’s Life we trace, Nothing but Shame and deep Disgrace, No period else is seen; Till he a spotless Victim fell, Tasting in Soul a painful Hell, 5 Caus’d by the Creature’s Sin. On the cold Ground methinks I see My Jesus kneel, and pray for me; For this I him adore; Siez’d with a chilly sweat throughout, 10 Blood- drops did force their Passage out Through ev’ry open’d Pore. A pricking Thorn his Temples bore; His Back with Lashes all was tore, Till one the Bones might see; 15 Mocking, they push’d him here and there, Marking his Way with Blood and Tear, Press’d by the heavy Tree.2 Thus up the Hill he painful came, Round him they mock, and make their Game, 20

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3. During the three- hour period called the Cru- ci"xion darkness, the sun dis appeared as Jesus died on the cross. 4. According to the New Testament accounts of the Cruci"xion, Jesus was offered unappetizing beverages while on the cross. E.g., in Matthew 27.34, he is offered a cup of gall (bile) mixed with

vinegar (also translated as wine). However, John 2.1–11 describes the "rst miracle attributed to Jesus, earlier in his life: turning water into wine. Here, he performs a similar miracle. 5. Bride of Christ. The phrase is variously inter- preted. 6. Cf. Psalm 121.8.

At length his Cross they rear; And can you see the mighty God, Cry out beneath sin’s heavy Load, Without one thankful Tear? Thus vailed in Humanity, 25 He dies in Anguish on the Tree; What Tongue his Grief can tell? The shudd’ring Rocks their Heads recline, The mourning Sun refuse to shine, When the Creator fell.3 30 Shout, Brethren, shout in songs divine, He drank the Gall to give us Wine,4 To quench our parching Thirst; Seraphs advance your Voices higher; Bride of the Lamb,5 unite the Choir, 35 And Laud thy precious Christ.

A Morning Hymn, or Now the Shades of Night Are Gone

Now the shades of night are gone, Now the morning light is come: Lord, we would be thine to- day, Drive the shades of sin away. Make our souls as noon- day clear, 5 Banish every doubt and fear; In thy vineyard, Lord, to- day We would labor, we would pray. Keep our haughty passions bound, Rising up and sitting down, 10 Going out and coming in,6 Keep us safe from every sin. When our work of life is past, O receive us then at last; Labor then will all be o’er, 15 Night of sin will be no more.

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A Son’s Farewell, or I Hear the Gospel’s Joyful Sound

I hear the gospel’s joyful sound, An organ I shall be, For to sound forth redeeming love, And sinner’s misery. Honor’d parents fare you well, 5 My Jesus doth me call, I leave you here with God until I meet you once for all. My due affections I’ll forsake, My parents and their house, 10 And to the wilderness betake, To pay the Lord my vows. Then I’ll forsake my chiefest mates, That nature could afford, And wear the shield into the "eld, 15 To wait upon the Lord. Then thro’ the wilderness I’ll run, Preaching the gospel free; O be not anxious for your son, The Lord will comfort me. 20 And if thro’ preaching I shall gain True subjects to my Lord, ’Twill more than recompence my pain, To see them love the Lord. My soul doth wish mount Zion7 well, 25 Whate’er becomes of me; There my best friends and kindred dwell, And there I long to be.

7. Mount Zion is a hill in Jerusalem; by extension, it means Israel, the chosen people: here, the elect, or the faithful.

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Ethnographic and Naturalist Writings

Broadly de"ned, the genre of literary ethnography is the written description of peoples, cultures, and socie ties. In this sense, literary ethnography involves a wide variety of styles and can be adapted to many dif fer ent purposes. Descrip- tions of nature—naturalist writings, or natu ral histories as they are sometimes called— have a similarly multivalent character. Virtually all of the earliest “Ameri- can” lit er a ture offers instances of ethnographic and naturalist writing, as the sus- tained Eu ro pean encounter with the Amer i cas that began in 1492 provided writers with a trea sure trove of new material. Descriptions of the land, its peoples, and its natu ral resources are central to narratives of contact and exploration, and they dominate promotional writings designed to encourage investment and colonization. Often enthusiastic in tone, such works typically describe marvels that can at "rst be puzzling, perhaps even a bit threatening, but are ultimately enticing.

A second register in these narratives, one that became more pronounced over time, involved a religiously indected language of won ders and portents, sometimes associated with demonic induence. Drawing on folk beliefs as well as Christian traditions, works such as Cotton Mather’s Won ders of the Invisible World (excerpted earlier in this volume) recorded observations in a quasi- scienti"c language indu- enced by the rise of empiricism— that is, the theory that all knowledge derives from sense experience— but they applied that language to events, or objects, that were not empirically observable in any direct way. Pop u lar works in this vein appeared in early newspapers, almanacs, and broadsides, where occurrences such as earth- quakes or the birth of misshapen fetuses (“monsters”) were sometimes presented as curiosities but at other times interpreted as evidence of divine dis plea sure.

The eighteenth- century writings included in this cluster are distinguished from these earlier works by a deepening empiricism and a complexly self- redective tone that is often manifested through humor. The empiricism and the humor align these works with En glish novels such as Daniel Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe (1719) and Henry Fielding’s Joseph Andrews (1742). Novelistic ele ments are especially prominent in the "rst three se lections here, by Sarah Kemble Knight, William Byrd, and Alexander Hamilton. Their travel narratives, paying substantial atten- tion to the communities and landscapes they encountered on their journeys, offer rich instances of authors seeking new ways to understand cultures and natu ral environments.

The "nal two se lections have dif fer ent emphases. William Bartram’s charming “Anecdotes of a Crow” invites redection on enduring questions about human and animal be hav ior. An instance of the popu lar naturalist essay, “Anecdotes of a Crow” shows the same interest in environment and social context that animates works such as J. Hector St. John de Crévecoeur’s Letters from an American Farmer (1782), excerpted after this cluster. In “History of the Muh- he- con- nuk Indians,” the Mahi- can writer Hendrick Aupaumut provides an insider’s view of tribal traditions. Along with works included elsewhere in this volume by David Cusick (“The Iroquois Cre- ation Story”) and Samson Occom (“An Account of the Montauk Indians, on Long Island”), Aupaumut’s history signals the growing role of Native authors in repre- senting indigenous communities.

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1. The text is from The Journal of Madame Knight (1920), edited by George P. Winship.

2. Town in Connecticut. 3. Clumsy fellow.

SARAH KEMBLE KNIGHT

The Bostonian Sarah Kemble Knight (1666–1727) was a woman of many talents. She kept a boarding house and taught school (thus she was sometimes called Madam Knight) and supposedly numbered Benjamin Franklin and members of the Mather family among her pupils. She also taught penmanship, made copies of court rec ords, and wrote letters for people having business with the courts. She educated herself about the law and had a reputation for skillfully settling estates. Such engage- ment in public affairs was not unusual; in the early eigh teenth century, many women played signi"cant economic roles.

While her husband was abroad in 1704, Knight settled her cousin Caleb Trow- bridge’s estate on behalf of his widow. To do so, she traveled to New Haven, Con- necticut, on Monday, October 2, 1704. From there, she went to New York, and she returned home to Boston in March 1705. The journey was hazardous, not under- taken lightly in those years, and unusual for a woman traveling alone.

Like numerous classics of early American lit er a ture, The Private Journal of a Journey from Boston to New York in the Year 1704 that Knight kept was not published until the nineteenth century, when it was transcribed from shorthand and edited by Theodore Dwight. It provides a striking contrast to the soul- searching journals of Knight’s Puritan contemporaries, having more of a Yankee davor. Her literary allusions and passages of poetry remind us that early Americans absorbed trans- atlantic literary models to express the most common and intimate details of their lives. A keen ethnographic observer of provincial Amer i ca, Knight was a sharply humorous commentator on its sometimes crude or ridicu lous features. Her journal depicts everyday life in the northeastern colonies at the turn of the eigh teenth century, while revealing that its author shared some of her society’s most troubling prejudices.

From The Private Journal of a Journey from Boston to New York in the Year 17041

Saturday, October the Seventh

We set out early in the morning and being something unacquainted with the way, having asked it of some we met, they told us we must ride a mile or two and turn down a lane on the right hand, and by their direction we rode on but not yet coming to the turning, we met a young fellow and asked him how far it was to the lane which turned down towards Guilford.2 He said we must ride a little further and turn down by the corner of Uncle Sam’s lot. My guide vented his spleen at the lubber,3 and we soon after came into the road, and keeping still on, without anything further remarkable, about two o’clock after noon we arrived at New Haven, where I was received with all pos si ble re spects and civility. Here I discharged Mr. Wheeler with a reward

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4. A large barrel or cask. 5. I.e., the Indian. 6. Pumpkins. 7. I.e., understand. 8. Equal to, the same as. The joke plays on the justice’s head being the same as the head of a hog (a hog’s head).

9. Days set aside for military exercises. “Lecture days”: days when a less formal sermon was offered than the one prepared for Sundays. 1. A wooden frame on a post, with holes for the head and arms, used as public punishment for offenders.

to his satisfaction, and took some time to rest after so long and toilsome a journey, and informed myself of the manners and customs of the place and at the same time employed myself in the affair I went there upon.

They are governed by the same laws as we in Boston (or little differing) throughout this whole colony of Connecticut, and much the same way of church government, and many of them good, sociable people, and I hope religious too. But a little too much in de pen dent in their princi ples, and, as I have been told, were formerly in their zeal very rigid in their administra- tions towards such as their laws made offenders, even to a harmless kiss or innocent merriment among young people, whipping being a frequent and counted an easy punishment, about which as other crimes, the judges were absolute in their sentences. They told me a pleasant story about a pair of justices in those parts, which I may not omit the relation of.

A negro slave belonging to a man in the town stole a hogshead4 from his master and gave or sold it to an Indian, native of the place. The Indian sold it in the neighborhood, and so the theft was found out. Thereupon the hea- then5 was seized and carried to the justice’s house to be examined. But his Worship (it seems) was gone into the "eld, with a brother in of"ce to gather in his pompions.6 Whither the malefactor is hurried, and complaint made and satisfaction in the name of justice demanded. Their Worships can’t pro- ceed in form without a bench: whereupon they order one to be immediately erected, which, for want of "tter materials, they made with pompions— which being "nished, down sets their Worships, and the malefactor called and by the se nior Justice interrogated after the following manner: You, Indian, why did you steal from this man? You shouldn’t do so— it’s a grandy wicked thing to steal. “Hol’t, hol’t,” cries Justice ju nior. “ Brother, you speak negro to him. I’ll ask him.” “You, sirrah, why did you steal this man’s hogs- head?” “Hogshead?” (replies the Indian), “Me no stomany.”7 “No?” says his Worship, and pulling off his hat, patted his own head with his hand, says, “Tatapa8 you, Tatapa— you; all one this. Hogshead all one this.” “Hah!” says Netop, “Now me stomany that.” Whereupon the com pany fell into a great "t of laughter, even to roaring. Silence is commanded, but to no effect: for they continued perfectly shouting. “Nay,” says his Worship in an angry tone, “If it be so, take me off the bench.”

Their diversions in this part of the country are on lecture days and training days9 mostly: on the former there is riding from town to town.

And on training days the youth divert themselves by shooting at the tar- get, as they call it (but it very much resembles a pillory1), where he that hits nearest the white has some yards of red ribbon presented him which being tied to his hatband, the two ends streaming down his back, he is led away in triumph with great applause as the winners of the Olympiack games. They generally marry very young: the males oftener, as I am told, under twenty than above. They generally make public weddings and have a way something

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2. Fortify against. 3. Shillings, or two En glish pounds. 4. I.e., paying. 5. Unchristian. 6. Cognizance; recognition. 7. Fix; cheat.

8. Specie; actual coin or money. “Rate”: calculate the price of. 9. Coin minted in the Mas sa chu setts Bay Colony. “Pieces of eight”: Spanish silver coins. “Rials”: former En glish gold coins worth ten shillings.

singular (as they say) in some of them, viz. just before joining hands the bridegroom quits the place, who is soon followed by the bridesmen and, as it were, dragged back to duty— being the reverse to the former practice among us, to steel2 man’s pride.

There are great plenty of oysters all along by the seaside as far as I rode in the colony and those very good. And they generally lived very well and comfortably in their families. But too indulgent (especially the farmers) to their slaves, suffering too great familiarity from them, permitting them to sit at table and eat with them (as they say, to save time), and into the dish goes the black hoof as freely as the white hand. They told me that there was a farmer lived near the town where I lodged who had some difference with his slave concerning something the master had promised him and did not punctually perform, which caused some hard words between them. But at length they put the matter to arbitration and bound themselves to stand to the award of such as they named— which done, the arbitrators having heard the allegations of both parties, order the master to pay 403 to black face and acknowledge his fault. And so the matter ended, the poor master very hon- estly standing to4 the award.

There are everywhere in the towns as I passed a number of Indians the natives of the country, and are the most savage5 of all the savages of that kind that I had ever seen: little or no care taken (as I heard upon inquiry) to make them other wise. They have in some places lands of their own, and governed by laws of their own making;— they marry many wives and at plea sure put them away, and on the least dislike or "ckle humor, on either side. Saying “stand away” to one another is a suf"cient divorce. And, indeed, those uncomely “stand aways” are too much in vogue among the En glish in this (indulgent colony) as their rec ords plentifully prove, and that on very trivial matters, of which some have been told me, but are not proper to be related by a female pen, though some of that foolish sex have had too large a share in the story.

If the natives commit any crime on their own precincts among them- selves the En glish takes no cognezens6 of. But if on the En glish ground they are punishable by our laws. They mourn for their dead by blacking their faces and cutting their hair after an awkerd and frightful manner, but can’t bear you should mention the names of their dead relations to them. They trade most for rum, for which they would hazard their very lives, and the En glish "t7 them generally as well by seasoning it plentifully with water.

They give the title of merchant to every trader who rate their goods accord- ing to the time and spetia8 they pay in: viz. pay, money, pay as money, and trusting. Pay is grain, pork, beef, &c. at the prices set by the General Court that year; money is pieces of eight, rials, or Boston or Bay shillings9 (as they call them,) or good hard money, as sometimes silver coin is termed by them; also wampum, viz. Indian beads which serves for change. Pay as money is provisions, as aforesaid, one third cheaper than as the Assembly or General Court sets it, and trust as they and the merchant agree for time.

1. Twelve pence; “d” is from denarius, an ancient Roman coin. 2. The law of merchants (Latin). 3. Cheeks like saddlebags (from the Spanish alforjas: pouches). 4. I.e., talking, like the ass ridden by the Old Testament prophet Balaam (Numbers 22). 5. Vibrant; brilliant in color. 6. Slang for lower- class woman. 7. Extremely. “Gent”: genteel, stylish. “Law”: Lord.

8. Silk cloth suitable for a hood. 9. I.e., treat them equally badly. 1. Of native intelligence. 2. Knight criticizes country people for desiring luxuries and for chewing tobacco, which they spit in the house of the merchant where they go to purchase ribbons and such. 3. I.e., Election Day, which Knight mockingly sug- gests they treat as a sacred holiday.

Now, when the buyer comes to ask for a commodity, sometimes before the merchant answers that he has it, he says, “Is your pay ready?” Perhaps the chap replies “Yes.” “What do you pay in?” says the merchant. The buyer hav- ing answered, then the price is set; as suppose he wants a sixpenny knife, in pay it is 12d1—in pay as money eight pence, and hard money its own price, viz. 6d. It seems a very intricate way of trade and what Lex Mercatoria2 had not thought of.

Being at a merchant’s house, in comes a tall country fellow, with his alfo- geos3 full of tobacco; for they seldom lose their cud, but keep chewing and spitting as long as their eyes are open. He advanced to the middle of the room, makes an awkward nod, and spitting a large deal of aromatic tinc- ture, he gave a scrape with his shovel- like shoe, leaving a small shovel full of dirt on the door, made a full stop, hugging his own pretty body with his hands under his arms, stood staring round him like a cat let out of a basket. At last, like the creature Balaam rode on,4 he opened his mouth and said: “Have you any ribinen for hatbands to sell, I pray?” The questions and answers about the pay being passed, the ribin is brought and opened. Bump- kin simpers, cries “It’s confounded gay5 I vow”; and beckning to the door, in comes Joan Tawdry,6 dropping about 50 curtsies, and stands by him. He shows her the ribin. “Law, you,” says she, “it’s right gent, do you take it, tis dreadful7 pretty.” Then she inquires “Have you any hood silk8 I pray?” which being brought and bought, “Have you any thread silk to sew it with?” says she, which being accommodated with they departed. They generally stand after they come in a great while speechless, and sometimes don’t say a word till they are asked what they want, which I impute to the awe they stand in of the merchants, who they are constantly almost indebted to, and must take what they bring without liberty to choose for themselves. But they serve them as well,9 making the merchants stay long enough for their pay.

We may observe here the great necessity and bene"t both of education and conversation; for these people have as large a portion of mother wit,1 and sometimes a larger, than those who have been brought up in cities, but for want of improvements render themselves almost ridicu lous, as above. I should be glad if they would leave such follies and am sure all that love clean houses (at least) would be glad on’t too.2

They are generally very plain in their dress, throughout all the colony, as I saw, and follow one another in their modes, that you may know where they belong, especially the women, meet them where you will.

Their chief red- letter day is St.  Election,3 which is annually observed according to charter, to choose their government, a blessing they can never be thankful enough for, as they will "nd if ever it be their hard fortune to lose it. The pres ent governor in Connecticut is the Honorable John Winthrop,

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Esq.4 A gentleman of an ancient and honorable family whose father was gov- ernor here sometime before, and his grand father had been governor of the Mas sa chu setts.5 This gentleman is a very courteous and affable person, much given to hospitality, and has by his good ser vices gained the affection of the people as much as any who had been before him in that post.

From December the Sixth

* * * The city of New York is a pleasant, well- compacted place, situated on a com- modious river which is a "ne harbor for shipping. The buildings brick gen- erally, very stately and high, though not altogether like ours in Boston. The bricks in some of the houses are of divers colors and laid in checkers,6 being glazed look very agreeable. The inside of them are neat to admiration, the wooden work, for only the walls are plastered, and the sumers and gist7 are planed and kept very white scowered as so is all the partitions if made of boards. The "replaces have no jambs (as ours have) but the backs run dush with the walls, and the hearth is of tiles and is as far out into the room at the ends as before the "re, which is generally "ve foot in the lower rooms, and the piece over where the mantle tree should be is made as ours with joiners’ work,8 and as I suppose is fastened to iron rods inside. The house

4. Fitz- John Winthrop (1638–1707), governor of Connecticut 1698–1707. 5. John Winthrop (1606–1676), father of Fitz- John, governor of Connecticut 1659–76. John Winthrop (1588–1649), grand father of Fitz- John, founding governor of Mas sa chu setts Bay.

6. I.e., alternating. “Divers”: vari ous. 7. The main beams and joists. 8. Joiners were craftsmen who constructed things by joining pieces of wood together. Their work was more "nished than a carpenter’s. “Mantle tree”: a wood beam over the opening of a "replace.

A View of Fort George with the City of New York from the S.W. An engraving of New York from the southwest, showing the skyline (primarily church steeples) as it might have appeared to Sarah Kemble Knight in the early eigh teenth century.

where the vendue9 was, had chimney corners like ours, and they and the hearths were laid with the "nest tile that I ever see, and the staircases laid all with white tile which is ever clean, and so are the walls of the kitchen which had a brick door. They were making great preparations to receive their governor, Lord Cornbury from the Jerseys,1 and for that end raised the mili- tia to guard him on shore to the fort.

They are generally of the Church of Eng land and have a New Eng land gentleman for their minister, and a very "ne church set out with all custom- ary requisites. There are also a Dutch and divers conventicles as they call them, viz. Baptist, Quakers, etc. They are not strict in keeping the Sabbath as in Boston and other places where I had been, but seem to deal with great exactness as far as I see or deal with. They are sociable to one another and courteous and civil to strangers and fare well in their houses. The En glish go very fash ion able in their dress. But the Dutch, especially the middling sort, differ from our women, in their habit go loose,2 wear French muchets which are like a cap and a headband in one, leaving their ears bare, which are set out with jewels of a large size and many in number. And their "n gers hooped with rings, some with large stones in them of many colors as were their pendants in their ears, which you should see very old women wear as well as young.

They have vendues very frequently and make their earnings very well by them, for they treat with good liquor liberally, and the customers drink as liberally and generally pay for’t as well, by paying for that which they bid up briskly for, after the sack3 has gone plentifully about, though sometimes good penny worths’ are got there. Their diversions in the winter is riding sleighs about three or four miles out of town, where they have houses of entertainment at a place called the Bowery,4 and some go to friends’ houses who handsomely treat them. Mr.  Burroughs carried his spouse and daughter and myself out to one Madame Dowes, a gentlewoman that lived at a farm house, who gave us a handsome entertainment of "ve or six dishes and choice beer and metheglin,5 cider, etc. all which she said was the produce of her farm. I believe we met 50 or 60 sleighs that day— they dy with great swiftness and some are so furious that they’ll turn out of the path for none except a loaden cart. Nor do they spare for any diversion the place affords, and sociable to a degree, their tables being as free to their neighbors as to themselves.

Having here transacted the affair I went upon and some other that fell in the way, after about a fortnight’s stay there I left New York with no little regret[.] * * *

9. Auction. 1. Edward Hyde (1661–1723), Viscount Corn- bury, governor of New York and New Jersey 1701–08. 2. Are more casual in appearance. “Middling”: middle class.

3. Wine; speci"cally, white wine imported from Spain or the Canaries. 4. Now a street in lower Manhattan. 5. A spiced variety of fermented beverage. The cider offered was prob ably also alcoholic.

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1. The text is from The Secret Diary of William Byrd of Westover 1709–1712, edited by Louis B. Wright and Marion Tinling (1941). 2. I.e., four pages of Lucian, a Greek satirist of the second century c.e.

3. I.e., slave quarters. 4. I.e., performed my calisthenics. 5. Dr.  John Tillotson (1620–1694), archbishop of Canterbury, one of Byrd’s favorite writers.

WILLIAM BYRD

W illiam Byrd (1674–1744) was the son of a wealthy Virginia planter, merchant, and Indian trader. His mother, Mary Horsmanden, came from a family of Royalist refugees who ded the En glish Civil Wars (1642–51). Byrd was educated in Eng land and spent the formative years of his life in London, where he learned the skills to manage his father’s estate.

After spending more than half of his life in Eng land, Byrd returned to Virginia in 1726 to stay. In a letter of that year to his friend Charles Boyle, Earl of Orrery, Byrd described the satisfactions he derived from the role of the Virginia planter:

Besides the advantage of pure air, we abound in all kinds of provisions without expense (I mean we who have plantations). I have a large family of my own, and my doors are open to every body, yet I have no bills to pay, and half- a- crown will rest undisturbed in my pockets for many moons altogether. Like one of the patriarchs [in the Old Testament], I have my dock and herds, my bondmen and bondwomen, and every sort of trade amongst my own servants, so that I live in a kind of in de pen dence on every one but Providence. . . . Thus, my Lord, we are very happy in our Canaans [our “promised lands”] if we could but forget the onions and deshpots of Egypt [where the Israelites had been enslaved yet enjoyed luxuries].

Byrd’s “new Canaan” is a self- suf"cient, earthly garden, combining the best of civi- lized and rural life— all, of course, based on slave labor. He recorded details of plantation life in his secret diary.

In 1728, Byrd accepted a commission to survey the much- disputed boundary line between Virginia and North Carolina. The diary that he kept on his trip served as the sourcebook for his History of the Dividing Line. He planned to have the History of the Dividing Line published in London, and although that proj ect failed and the book did not appear in print until 1841, Byrd’s manuscript was circulated among his London friends, and later naturalists such as Thomas Jefferson knew of it. In its wealth of natu- ral detail and Indian lore, as well as its frequently contemptuous portrayals of pro- vincials, the History helped satisfy the London metropolis’s curiosity about Amer i ca.

From The Secret Diary of William Byrd of Westover 1710–17121

[December] 31. [1710] I rose at 5 o’clock and read a chapter in Hebrew and four leaves in Lucian.2 I said my prayers and ate boiled milk for breakfast. My daughter was very sick all night and vomited a great deal but was a little better this morning. All my sick people were better, thank God, and I had another girl come down sick from the quarters.3 I danced my dance.4 Then I read a sermon in Dr. Tillotson5 and after that walked in the garden till

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6. Both were servants. 7. Small private room.

8. A frequent visitor, the wife of the minister of Hungar’s Parish, Northampton County, Virginia.

dinner. I ate roast venison. In the after noon I looked over my sick people and then took a walk about the plantation. The weather was very warm still. My wife walked with me and when she came back she was very much indisposed and went to bed. In the eve ning I read another sermon in Dr. Tillotson. About 8 o’clock the wind came to northwest and it began to be cold. I said my prayers and had good health, good thoughts, and good humor, thank God Almighty.

Some night this month I dreamed that I saw a daming sword in the sky and called some com pany to see it but before they could come it was dis- appeared, and about a week after my wife and I were walking and we dis- covered in the clouds a shining cloud exactly in the shape of a dart and seemed to be over my plantation but it soon dis appeared likewise. Both these appearances seemed to foretell some misfortune to me which afterwards came to pass in the death of several of my negroes after a very unusual manner. My wife about two months since dreamed she saw an angel in the shape of a big woman who told her the time was altered and the seasons were changed and that several calamities would follow that confusion. God avert His judgment from this poor country.

[January] 2. [1711] I rose at 5 o’clock and read a chapter in Hebrew and nothing in Greek because of the com pany that was here. I said my prayers and ate boiled milk for breakfast. I had six sick negroes come down from the quarters. About 9 o’clock my com pany went away. My wife was a little better and so was my child, thank God, but C- l- y was extremely ill and so was A- g- y.6 I tended them as much as I could but God is pleased to afdict me with His judgment for my sins. His holy will be done. I ate some wild turkey. The wind was northeast and it was cold. In the after noon I read a little En glish but could not be easy because poor C- l- y was so very ill. I took a melancholy walk. In the eve ning about 6 o’clock C- l- y died and all the people was grieved at it. I read a little En glish and gave the necessary orders about the sick people who were 12  in number. I said my prayers and had good health, good thoughts, and good humor, thank God Almighty.

[January] 6. [1711] I rose at 5 o’clock and read two chapters in Hebrew and six leaves in Lucian. I said my prayers and ate boiled milk for breakfast. Poor old S- r- y died this night to make up the number of the dead. God save the rest. A- g- y seemed to be a little better and so did the rest of the sick, God be praised, except Jenny and she seemed to be worse. The weather threatened rain all day. I removed several things out of the Doctor’s closet7 into mine and was very little with my cousin. I was out of humor with my wife. I ate boiled pork for dinner. In the after noon Mrs. Dunn8 went away in the rain. I spent most of my time in looking after my sick. In the eve ning it rained extremely, and all night. My cousin and I took a walk about the plantation. I said my prayers and had good health, good thoughts, and good humor, thank God Almighty.

[January] 7. [1711] I rose at 5 o’clock and read two chapters in Hebrew and some Greek in Lucian. I said my prayers and ate boiled milk for breakfast. My sick people were some worse and some well enough to go home to the quarters. Jenny and A- g- y were much as they were. The weather held up so

9. A device something like a horse’s bit and fas- tened in the mouth. 1. An overseer. 1. The text is from The Dividing Line Histories of William Byrd II of Westover (2013), edited by Kevin Joel Berland. 2. Ate well. “The River”: the Dan River, which weaves back and forth across the boundary between Virginia and North Carolina that Byrd’s

com pany was in the pro cess of marking with poles. Byrd is credited with the "rst recorded mention of this name. 3. Ned Bearskin, the surveyors’ Saponi Indian guide. 4. In the biblical Books of Leviticus and Deuter- onomy, dietary laws prohibit vari ous kinds of mix- ing, such as meat and milk, though not two kinds of meat in one pot.

that I and my cousin [Guy] went to church, but my wife was afdicted with the headache and stayed at home. People condoled the sickness of my family. Mr. Anderson gave us a sermon. After church I carried him home with me to dinner and to see my sick people. I ate "sh for dinner. Mr. Anderson advised me to give my people cordials since other physic failed, which I did. In the after noon I did nothing but mind them. In the eve ning my cousin and we talked till 8 o’clock. I said a short prayer and had good health, good thoughts, and good humor, thank God Almighty.

[January] 22. [1711] I rose at 3 o’clock and read a chapter in Hebrew and some Greek in Lucian. I said my prayers and ate boiled milk for breakfast. I danced my dance. I ordered the sloop to be unloaded. Redskin Peter pre- tended to be sick and I put a [branding- iron] on the place he complained of and put the [bit] upon him.9 The boy called the Doc was sent from Falling Creek with a swollen thigh. My sick people were better, thank God Almighty. I received a courteous letter from the Governor by Tom, who brought no news. I ate boiled pork for dinner. Mr. Mumford came down after dinner and told me all was well at Appomattox. When he had got some victuals we took a walk to see the people load the sloop and afterwards about the plan- tation. In the eve ning G- r- l came and let me know things were well at Fall- ing Creek. He brought me a letter from Tom Turpin1 in which he agreed to stay with me for £25 a year. I ate some roast beef for supper. I neglected to say my prayers, but had good health, good thoughts, and good humor, thank God.

[January] 23. [1711] I rose at 5 o’clock and read a chapter in Hebrew and some Greek in Lucian. I said my prayers and ate boiled milk for breakfast. I danced my dance. My sick people were better, thank God, and Redskin Peter was particularly well and worked as well as anybody. * * *

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From The History of the Dividing Line1

We encamp’t about two Miles beyond the River, where we made good Chear2 upon a very fat Buck, that luckily fell in our way. The Indian3 likewise shot a Wild Turkey, but confest he wou’d not bring it us, lest we shou’d continue to provoke the Guardian of the Forrest, by cooking the Beasts of the Field, and the Birds of the Air together in one Vessel.

This Instance of Indian Superstition I confess is countenanc’d in some mea sure by the Levitical Law, which forbad the mixing things of a Dif fer- ent Nature together in the same "eld, or in the same Garment, and why then not in the same Kettle?4

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5. A pole is a surveyor’s tool and unit of mea- sure ment equal to sixteen and a half feet. 6. Saplings: young trees. 7. An appetizing davor. 8. A strong davor with a slight ele ment of decay in it (from French haut goût: high taste). “Venison”: in Byrd’s day, game, not speci"cally deer meat. 9. Some early systems for classifying animals grouped bears with dogs. 1. I.e., they consider dog meat a delicacy "t for only the highest level of society.

2. A close relative of the chestnut. “A very clean Feeder”: i.e., a creature that eats clean foods. 3. The fruit of forest trees, particularly as food for wild animals. 4. The pseudonymous travel writer Sir John Mandev ille (d. c. 1356) does not mention bears in The Voyages and Travels of Sir John Mandev ille, but the claim that bears hoard food appears in the works of the Roman naturalists Pliny the Elder (23–79 c.e.) and Aelian (c. 170– c. 235 c.e.).

But after all, if the Jumbleing of two Sorts of Flesh together be a Sin, how intolerable an Offence must it be to make a Spanish Oleo, that is a Hotch- potch of every kind of thing that is eatable, and the good People of Eng land wou’d have a great deal to answer for, for beating up so many dif fer ent Ingre- dients into a Pudding.

We were so cruelly intangled with Bushes, and Grape- Vines all day, that we could advance the Line no farther than 5 Miles and 28 Poles.5

The Vines grew very thick in these Woods, twineing lovingly round the Trees almost every where, especially to the Saplins.6 This makes it evident how natu ral both the Soil, and Climate of this Country are to Vines, tho’ I believe most to our own Vines.

The Grapes, we commonly met with were black, tho’ there be two or three kinds of White Grapes that grow wild. The black are very sweet, but small, because the Strength of the Vine spends itself in Wood, tho’ without Ques- tion a proper Culture wou’d make the same Grapes both larger and sweeter. But with all these Disadvantages I have drunk tolerable good Wine prest from them, tho’ made without Skill. There is then good Reason to believe, it might admit of great Improvement if rightly managed.

Our Indian kill’d a Bear of two years old, that was feasting on these Grapes. He was very fat as they generally are, in that Season of the year. In the fall the Flesh of this Animal has a high Relish,7 dif fer ent from that of other Creatures, tho’ inclining nearest to that of Pork, or rather Wild Boar.

A true Woodsman prefers this sort of meat to that of the fattest Venison, not only for the Haut- gout8 but also because the Fat of it is well tasted, and never rises in the Stomach. Another proof of the goodness of this meat is, that it is less apt to corrupt, than any other we are acquainted with.

As agreeable as such rich Diet was to the men, yet we who were not accustom’d to it, tasted it at "rst with some sort of Squemishness, that Ani- mal being of the Dog- kind9 tho’ a little use soon reconcil’d us to this Amer- ican Venison. And that its being of the Dog kind might give us less disgust, we had the Example of that Ancient and polite People the Chinese, who reckon Dog’s Flesh too good for any under the Quality of Mandarin.1

This Beast is in truth a very clean Feeder, living while the Season lasts upon [Acorns], Chesnuts, and Chinkapens,2 Wild- Hony, and wild Grapes. They are naturally not carnivorous, unless Hunger constrain them to it, after the Mast3 is all gone, and the Product of the Woods quite exhausted.

They are not provident enough to lay up any Hoard, like the Squirrels, nor can they after all live very long upon licking their Paws, as Sir John Mandevil and some Travellers tell us,4 but are forc’t in the Winter Months to quit the Mountains, and visit the Inhabitants.

5. Piece of desh. 6. A name for a bear. 7. I.e., fast as during the Christian observation of

Lent, a period of roughly six weeks before Easter. 8. Projections; i.e., branches.

Their Errand is then to surprise a poor Hog at a Pinch to keep them from starving. And to shew they are not Flesh Eaters by Trade, they devour their Prey very awkwardly.

They don’t kill it right out, and feast upon its Blood and Entrails, like other Ravenous Beasts, but having after a fair pursuit seiz’d it with their Paws, they begin "rst upon the Rump, and so devour one Collop5 after another til they come to the Vitals, the poor Animal crying all the while for several Min- utes together. However in so doing Bruin6 acts a little imprudently, because the dismal outcry of the Hog alarms the Neighbourhood, and ’tis odds but he pays the forfeit with his Life, before he can secure his Retreat.

But Bears soon grow weary of this unnatural Diet, and about January, when there is nothing to be got in the Woods, they retire into some cave or hollow Tree, where they sleep away two or three Months very comfortably. But then they quit their Holes in March when the Fish begin to run up the Rivers, on which they are forc’t to keep Lent7 till some Fruit or Berry comes in Season.

But Bears are fondest of Chesnuts, which grow plentifully towards the Mountains upon very large Trees, where the Soil happens to be rich. We were curious to know how it happen’d that many of the outward Branches of those Trees came to be broke off in that solitary Place, and were inform’d, that the Bears are so discreet, as not to trust their unwieldy Bodies on the smaller Limbs of the Tree, that would not bear their Weight. But after venturing as far as is safe, which they can juge to an Inch, they bite off the End of the Branch, which falling down, they are content to "nish their Repast on the Ground. In the same Cautious Manner they secure the Acorns, that grow on the weaker Limbs of the Oak. And it must be allow’d, that in these Instances a Bear car- ries Instinct a great way, and acts more reasonably than many of his Betters, who indiscreetly venture upon frail Proj ects8 that won’t bear them.

* * * In the Eve ning we examin’d our Friend Bearskin, concerning the Religion

of his Country, and he explaind it to us, without any of that Reserve, to which his Nation is Subject.

He told us he believ’d there was one Supreme God, who had several Subal- tern Deities under Him. And that this Master- God made the World a long time ago. That he told the Sun, the Moon, and Stars, their Business in the Begin- ning, which they with good looking after have faithfully perform’d ever since.

That the same Power, that made all things at "rst, has taken Care to keep them in the same Method and Motion ever since.

He believed that God had form’d many Worlds before he form’d this, but that those Worlds either grew old and ruinous, or were destroyed for the Dis- honesty of the Inhabitants.

That God is very just and very good, ever well pleas’d with those men who possess those God- like Qualities. That he takes good People into his safe Protection, makes them very rich, "lls their Bellies plentifully, preserves them from Sickness, and from being surprizd, or overcome by their Enemies.

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9. Level. 1. Stomach cramps. 2. Infatuated, foolish, silly.

3. Byrd distinguishes between Bearskin’s natu- ral perspective and the philosophy of the ancients or the religion of the moderns.

fers them to be knock’t on the Head and scalp’t by those that "ght against them.

He believ’d that after Death both good and bad People are conducted by a strong Guard into a great Road in which departed Souls travel together for some time, Til at a certain Distance this Road forks into two Paths, the one extremely Levil,9 and the other Stony and Mountainous.

Here the good are parted from the Bad, by a dash of Lightening, the "rst being hurry’d away to the Right, the other to the Left. The Right Hand Road leads to a charming warm Country, where the Spring is everlasting, and every Month is May, and as the year is always in its Youth, so are the People, and particularly the Women are bright as Stars, and never scold.

That in this happy Climate there are Deer, Turkeys, Elks, and Buffalos innumerable, perpetually fat and gentle, while the Trees are loaded with deli- cious Fruit quite throughout the four seasons.

That the Soil brings forth Corn spontaneously, without the Curse of Labour, and so very wholesome, that None who have the happiness to eat of it, are ever sick, grow old, or dy.

Near the Entrance into this Blessed Land sits a venerable old Man on a Mat richly woven, who examins strictly all that are brought before Him, and if they have behav’d well, the Guards are order’d to open the Chrystal Gate, and let them enter into the Land of Delights.

The left hand Path is very rugged and uneaven, leading to a dead and bar- ren Country, where it is always Winter. The Ground is the whole year round cover’d with Snow, and nothing is to be seen upon the Trees, but Icicles.

All the People are hungry, yet have not a Morsel of anything to eat, except a bitter kind of Potatoe, that gives them the Dry- Gripes1 and "lls their whole Body, with loathsome Ulcers, that stink and are insupportably painfull.

Here all the Women are old and ugly, having claws like a Panther, with which they dy upon the Men, that slight their Passion. For it seems these haggard old Furies are intolerably fond2 and expect a vast deal of Cherish- ing. They talk much and exceedingly shrill, giving exquisite Pain to the Drum of the Ear, which in that Place of the Torment is so tender that every sharp Note wounds it to the Quick.

At the end of this Path sits a dreadful Old Woman on a monstrous Toad- Stool, whose head is cover’d with Rattle Snakes instead of Tresses, with glar- ing white Eyes, that strike a Terror unspeakable into all that behold her.

This Hag pronounces Sentence of Woe upon all the miserable Wretches that hold up their hands at her Tribunal. After this they are deliver’d over to huge Turkey- Buzzards, like Harpys, that dy away with them, to the Place above mentioned.

Here after they have been tormented a certain number of Years, accord- ing to their several Degrees of Guilt, they are again driven back into this World, to try if they will mend their Manners, and merit a place the next time in the Regions of Bliss.

This was the Substance of Bearskins Religion, and was as much to the purpose as could be expected from a meer State of Nature, without one glimps of Revelation or Philosophy.3

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It contain’d however the three Great Articles of Natu ral Religion, The Belief of a God. The Moral Distinction betwixt Good and Evil, and the Expectation of Rewards and Punishments in another World.

Indeed the Indian Notion of a Future Happiness is a little Gross and Sen- sual, like Mahomet’s Paradise.4 But how can it be other wise in a People, that are contented with Nature, as they "nd Her, and have no other Lights but what they receive from purblind Tradition.5

There having been great Signs of Rain yesterday Eve ning, we had taken our Precautions in securing the Bread, and Trenching in our Tent.

* * * As I sat in the Tent I overheard a learn’d Conversation between one of

our Men and the Indian. He ask’t the En glishman what it was that made that rumbling Noise when it Thunder’d?

The Man told him merrily, that the God of the En glish was "ring his great Guns upon the God of the Indians, which made all that roaring in the Clouds, and that the Lightening was only the Flash of those Guns.

The Indian carry ing on the Humour, reply’d very gravely, He believ’d that might be the Case indeed, and that the Rain which follow’d upon the Thun- der must be occasion’d by the Indian God’s being so scar’d he cou’d not hold his Water.

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4. The idea of paradise in Islam (founded by the prophet Muhammad) is popularly identi"ed with the presence of seventy- two virgins. “Gross”:

materialistic. 5. Traditional beliefs based on poor perception, lack of intellect, or both.

ALEXANDER HAMILTON

Alexander Hamilton (1712–1756) was a product of the Scottish Enlightenment, a period distinguished by a rich literary and intellectual culture that helped lay the foundations of the modern human sciences, such as sociology and econom- ics. Not to be confused with the "rst secretary of the U.S. trea sury, this Alexander Hamilton belonged to minor Scottish gentry. The twelfth child of a professor of divinity at the University of Edinburgh, Hamilton entered the university at age thirteen. After earning a Master of Arts degree, he studied medicine, completing his training in 1737. Hamilton believed in both the value of local identity and advancement within the British Empire, and in 1739 he followed an elder brother to Mary land in search of greater opportunity than he could "nd in Edinburgh. He settled in Mary land’s capital, Annapolis, where he found the disorder and lack of culture disheartening and the conditions unhealthy, as he experienced directly when he contracted malaria.

Hamilton’s rocky start in the colony took a turn for the better in 1743, when he was elected to Annapolis’s governing body, the Common Council. The next year, he spent four months traveling around the northeast, accompanied by his slave Dromo. In the Itinerarium, an account of the journey based on his diary, Hamilton takes

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1. The text is from Hamilton’s Itinerarium Being a Narrative of a Journey from Annapolis, Mary land through Delaware, Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts and New Hampshire from May to September, 1744 (1907), edited by Albert Bushnell Hart, LL.D. 2. Or Joppa Town, seat of Baltimore County 1712–68. 3. I.e., in science. 4. Ginseng (the more common spelling), a popu-

lar medicinal plant. 5. I.e., in the nutrient- rich soil below water near the Susquehanna River. 6. Leaving, or breaking up a meeting. 7. In The Life of Gargantua and Pantagruel, a series of novels by the French monk François Rabelais (c. 1494–1553), the noise of a winter battle melts and is heard by the crew of a ship that passes the site of the condict the following spring.

notice of the natu ral and human landscapes on this more than sixteen- hundred- mile- long tour. Some of his best writing involves character portraits, which are novelistic in their detail— perhaps unsurprisingly, since early in the trip he read Joseph Andrews, the "rst novel by the En glish writer Henry Fielding (1707–1754) and, in fact, one of the "rst English- language novels. He also provided detailed descriptions, in an ethnographic mode, of several of colonial Amer i ca’s urban cen- ters: New York City, Boston, and Newport, Rhode Island. Hamilton gave the manu- script of the Itinerarium to an Italian friend, who prob ably took it to Italy. Following a lengthy disappearance, the manuscript was "rst published in 1906.

From Hamilton’s Itinerarium1

[May 31, 1744] Leaving Joppa2 I fell in com pany with one Captain Waters and with Mr. D— —gs, a virtuoso in botany. He affected some knowledge in Natu ral Philosophy,3 but his learning that way was but super"cial.

* * * He showed me a print or "gure of the Gensing,4 which he told me was to be found in the rich bottoms near Susquehanna.5 The plant is of one stem or stalk, and jointed. From each joint issues four small branches, at the extrem- ity of each of these is a cinquefoil, or "ve leaves, somewhat oblong, notched and veined. Upon the top of the stem it bears a bunch of red berries, but I could not learn if it had any apparent dower, the colour of that dower, or at what season of the year it blossomed or bore fruit. I intended, however, to look for it upon the branches of Susquehanna, not that I imagined it of any singular virtue, for I think it has really no more than what may be in the com- mon liquorice root, mixed with an aromatick, or spicy drug, but I had a curi- osity to see a thing which has been so famous.

After parting with this com pany, I put up at one Tradaway’s, about ten miles from Joppa. The road here is pretty hilly, stony, and full of a small gravel. I observed some stone, which I thought looked like limestone.

Just as I dismounted at Tradaway’s, I found a drunken Club dismissing.6 Most of them had got upon their horses, and were seated in an oblique situ- ation, deviating much from a perpendicular to the horizontal plane, a pos- ture quite necessary for keeping the center of gravity within its proper base, for the support of the superstructure; hence we deduce the true physical reason why our heads overloaded with liquor become too ponderous for our heels. Their discourse was as oblique as their position: the only thing intel- ligible in it was oaths and Goddamnes; the rest was an inarticulate sound like Rabelais’ frozen words a- thawing7 interlaced with hickupings and belch-

8. Drunken revelers; from the devotees of Bac- chus, the Roman god of wine and intoxication. 9. Breasts. “Pursy”: short of breath, asthmatic; fat. 1. King George’s War (1744–48), between Eng land and France; sometimes called the third French and Indian War. 2. Claimed to practice medicine—in this case, dentistry.

3. A nail used to secure a horse shoe to the horse’s hoof. 4. Entertained us with a tune on his crowd, a stringed instrument played with a bow. 5. By reading music, generally considered more advanced than playing by rote or by ear. 6. A crossable passage of the Susquehanna. 7. Over a mile wide. 8. Appetite.

ings. I was uneasy till they were gone, and my landlord, seeing me stare, made that trite apology,— That indeed he did not care to have such disor- derly fellows come about his house; he was always noted far and near for keeping a quiet house and entertaining only gentlemen or such like; but these were country people, his neighbours, and it was not prudent to disoblige them upon slight occasions. “Alas, sir!” added he, “we that entertain travel- lers must strive to oblige every body, for it is our daily bread.” While he spoke thus our Bacchanalians8 "nding no more rum in play, rid off helter- skelter, as if the devil had possessed them, every man sitting his horse in a seesaw manner like a bunch of rags tied upon the saddle. I found nothing par tic u- lar or worth notice in my landlord’s character or conversation, only as to his bodily make. He was a fat pursy man, and had large bubbies9 like a woman. I supped upon fried chickens and bacon, and after supper the conversation turned upon politicks, news, and the dreaded French war;1 but it was so very lumpish and heavy that it disposed me mightily to sleep. This learned com- pany consisted of the landlord, his overseer and miller, and another greasy- thumbed fellow, who, as I understood, professed physick2 and particularly surgery in the drawing of teeth.

He practised upon the house maid, a dirty piece of lumber, who made such screaming and squawling as made me imagine there was murder going for- wards in the house. However, the artist got the tooth out at last, with a great clumsy pair of blacksmith’s forceps; and indeed it seemed to require such an instrument, for when he showed it to us it resembled a horse nail3 more than a tooth.

The miller I found professed musick, and would have tuned his crowd to us,4 but unfortunately the two middle strings betwixt the bass and treble were broke. This man told us that he could play by the book.5

After having had my "ll of this elegant com pany, I went to bed at ten o’clock.

Friday, June 1st.— The sun rose in a clear horizon, and the air in these high- lands was for two hours in the morning very cool and refreshing. I breakfasted upon some dirty choco late, but the best that the house could afford, and took horse about half an hour after six in the morning. For the "rst thirteen miles the road seemed gravelly and hilly, and the land but indifferent.

* * * When I came near Susquehanna Ferry,6 I looked narrowly in the bottoms for the gensing, but could not discover it. The lower ferry of Susquehanna, which I crossed, is above a mile broad.7 It is kept by a little old man, whom I found at vittles with his wife and family upon a homely dish of "sh, without any kind of sauce. They desired me to eat, but I told them I had no stomach.8

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They had no cloth upon the table, and their mess was in a dirty, deep, wooden dish, which they evacuated9 with their hands, cramming down skins, scales, and all. They used neither knife, fork, spoon, plate, or napkin, because, I sup- pose, they had none to use. I looked upon this as a picture of that primitive simplicity practised by our forefathers, long before the mechanic arts1 had supplied them with instruments for the luxury and elegance of life. I drank some of their cider, which was very good, and crossed the ferry in com pany with a certain Scots- Irishman, by name Thomas Quiet. The land about Susquehanna is pretty high and woody, and the channel of the river rocky.

Mr. Quiet rid a little scrub bay mare, which he said was sick and ailing, and could not carry him, and therefore he lighted every half mile and ran a couple of miles at a footman’s pace, to “spell the poor beast” (as he termed it). He informed me he lived at Monocosy,2 and had been out three weeks in quest of his creatures (horses), four of which had strayed from his planta- tion. I condoled his loss, and asked him what his mare’s distemper was, resolving to prescribe for her, but all that I could get out of him was that the poor silly beast had choaked herself in eating her oats; so I told him that if she was choaked she was past my art to recover. This fellow I observed had a par tic u lar down- hanging look, which made me suspect he was one of our New- light bigots.3

I guessed right, for he introduced a discourse concerning White"eld, and enlarged pretty much and with some warmth upon the doctrines of that apostle, speaking much in his praise. I took upon me, in a ludicrous man- ner, to impugn some of his doctrines, which by degrees put Mr. Quiet in a passion. He told me datly that I was damned without redemption. I replied that I thought his name and behaviour were very incongruous, and desired him to change it with all speed, for it was very improper that such an angry turbulent mortal as he should be called by the name of Thomas Quiet.

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9. Emptied. “Mess”: meal. 1. The construction of tools. 2. Near Frederick, Mary land, northwest of Baltimore. 3. Evangelical Protestants, which in Hamilton’s

day prominently included followers of the British Anglican revivalist George White"eld (1714– 1770), mentioned below, who toured the colonies on several occasions.

WILLIAM BARTRAM

The son of the internationally famous botanist John Bartram, William Bartram (1739–1823) became an impor tant naturalist in his own right. During his early years in Philadelphia, William accompanied his father on expeditions in the east- ern American colonies to collect plants and served as an illustrator for his father’s writings. He participated in the far- dung intellectual networks that included the local luminary Benjamin Franklin and the Swedish naturalist Carl von Linné, more familiarly known as Linnaeus, who developed the organism- naming system still used by biologists. For three years, Bartram attended the Philadelphia Acad emy ( later the University of Pennsylvania). He then moved to the Cape Fear region of North Carolina to live with his uncle.

1. The text is from The Philadelphia Medical and Physical Journal, Part 1, Vol. 1 (1804). 2. In the biological sense of a distinct popula-

tion within a species. 3. Linnaeus’s now obsolete term for most moths.

After France ceded Florida to Eng land in 1765, Bartram traveled extensively in the southeastern United States, at "rst with his father and later on his own. In 1777, John Bartram died, leaving his botanical garden to William’s brother, and William returned to Philadelphia to assist with its management. Among the Bartrams’ most prominent customers were the United States presidents George Washington and Thomas Jefferson and the writer J. Hector St. John de Crèvecoeur.

William Bartram’s most famous literary work derived from his journeys in the southeast. He published Travels through North and South Carolina, East and West Florida, the Cherokee Country, the Extensive Territories of the Muscolgulges, or Creek Confederacy, and the Country of the Chactaws in 1791. This account indu- enced numerous writers, including the eighteenth- century British Romantic poets Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Words worth. In later years, Bartram contin- ued to be active in naturalist circles and published several essays, including the following se lection.

Anecdotes of an American Crow1

It is a dif"cult task to give a history of our Crow. And I hesitate not to aver, that it would require the pen of a very able biographer to do justice to his talents.

Before I enter on this subject minutely, it may be necessary to remark, that we do not here speak of the crow, collectively, as giving an account of the whole race2 (since I am convinced, that these birds differ as widely as men do from each other, in point of talents and acquirements), but of a par tic u- lar bird of that species, which I reared from the nest.

He was, for a long time, comparatively a helpless, dependent creature, hav- ing a very small degree of activity or vivacity, every sense seeming to be asleep, or in embryo, until he had nearly attained his "nished dimensions, and "gure, and the use of all his members. Then, we were surprised, and daily amused with the progressive developement of his senses, expanding and maturating as the wings of the youthful phalæna,3 when disengaged from its nympha- shell.

These senses, however, seemed, as in man, to be only the organs or instru- ments of his intellectual powers, and of their effects, as directed towards the accomplishment of vari ous designs, and the grati"cation of the passions.

This was a bird of a happy temper, and good disposition. He was tractable and benevolent, docile and humble, whilst his genius demonstrated extraor- dinary acuteness, and lively sensations. All these good qualities were greatly in his favour, for they procured him friends and patrons, even among men, whose society and regard contributed to illustrate the powers of his under- standing. But what appeared most extraordinary, he seemed to have the wit to select and trea sure up in his mind, and the sagacity to practise, that kind of knowledge which procured him the most advantage and pro"t.

He had great talents, and a strong propensity to imitation. When I was engaged in weeding in the garden, he would often dy to me, and, after very attentively observing me in pulling up the small weeds and grass, he would fall to work, and with his strong beak, pluck up the grass; and the more so, when I complimented him with encouraging expressions. He enjoyed great

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Timber rattler. William Bartram was a talented nature painter as well as being a naturalist writer. He encountered this timber rattler in the backwoods of colonial New Jersey.

Snapping turtle. Bartram produced this painting, which he titled “The great Mud Tortoise from Pennsylvania— called the snap[p]ing Turtle,” around 1760.

4. Useless.

plea sure and amusement in seeing me write, and would attempt to take the pen out of my hand, and my spectacles from my nose. The latter article he was so pleased with, that I found it necessary to put them out of his reach, when I had done using them. But, one time, in par tic u lar, having left them a moment, the crow being then out of my sight, recollecting the bird’s mis- chievous tricks, I returned quickly, and found him upon the table, riding my inkstand, books, and paper. When he saw me coming, he took up my spectacles, and dew off with them. I found it vain4 to pretend to overtake him; but standing to observe his operations with my spectacles, I saw him settle down at the root of an apple- tree, where, after amusing himself, for awhile, I observed, that he was hiding them in the grass, and covering them with chips and sticks, often looking round about, to see whether I was watch- ing him. When he thought he had suf"ciently secreted them, he turned about, advancing towards me, at my call. When he had come near me, I ran towards the tree, to regain my property. But he, judging of my intentions, by my actions, dew, and arriving there before me, picked them up again, and dew off with them, into another apple- tree. I now almost despaired of ever getting them again. However, I returned back to a house, a little distance off, and there secreting myself, I had a full view of him, and waited to see the event. After some time had elapsed, during which I heard a great noise and talk from him, of which I understood not a word, he left the tree, with my spectacles dangling in his mouth, and alighted, with them, on the ground. After some time, and a great deal of caution and contrivance in choosing and rejecting dif fer ent places, he hid them again, as he thought very effec- tually, in the grass, carry ing and placing over them chips, dry leaves, &c., and often pushing them down with his bill. After he had "nished this work, he dew up into a tree, hard by, and there continued a long time, talking to himself, and making much noise; bragging, as I supposed, of his achieve- ments. At last, he returned to the house, where not "nding me, he betook himself to other amusements. Having noted the place, where he had hid my spectacles, I hastened thither, and after some time recovered them.

This bird had an excellent memory. He soon learned the name which we had given him, which was Tom; and would commonly come when he was called, unless engaged in some favourite amusement, or soon after correction: for when he had run to great lengths in mischief, I was under the necessity of whipping him; which I did with a little switch. He would, in general, bear correction with wonderful patience and humility, suppli- cating with piteous and penitent cries and actions. But sometimes, when chastisement became intolerable, he would suddenly start off, and take ref- uge in the next tree. Here he would console himself with chattering, and adjusting his feathers, if he was not lucky enough to carry off with him some of my property, such as a pen- knife, or a piece of paper; in this case, he would boast and brag very loudly. At other times, he would soon return, and with every token of penitence and submission, approach me for forgiveness and reconciliation. On these occasions, he would sometimes return, and settle on the ground, near my feet, and dif"dently advance, with soft- soothing expressions, and a sort of circumlocution; and sit silently by me, for a considerable time. At other times, he would con"dently come and settle

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upon my shoulder, and there solicit my favour and pardon, with soothing expressions, and caressing gesticulations; not omitting to tickle me about the neck, ears, &c.

Tom appeared to be induenced by a lively sense of domination (an attri- bute prevalent in the animal creation): but, nevertheless, his ambition, in this re spect, seemed to be moderated by a degree of reason, or redection. He was, certainly, by no means tyrannical, or cruel. It must be confessed, however, that he aimed to be master of every animal around him, in order to secure his in de pen dence and his self- preservation, and for the acquisi- tion and defence of his natu ral rights. Yet, in general, he was peaceable and social with all the animals about him.

He was the most troublesome and teazing to a large dog, whom he could never conquer. This old dog, from natu ral "delity, and a par tic u lar attach- ment, commonly lay down near me, when I was at rest, reading or writing under the shade of a pear- tree, in the garden, near the house. Tom (I believe from a passion of jealousy) would approach me, with his usual caresses, and dattery, and after securing my notice and regard, he would address the dog in some degree of complaisance, and by words and actions; and, if he could obtain access to him, would tickle him with his bill, jump upon him, and compose himself, for a little while. It was evident, however, that this seem- ing sociability was mere arti"ce to gain an opportunity to practise some mis- chievous trick; for no sooner did he observe the old dog to be dozing, than he would be sure to pinch his lips, and pluck his beard. At length, however, these bold and hazardous achievements had nearly cost him his life: for, one time, the dog being highly provoked, he made so sudden and "erce a snap, that the crow narrowly escaped with his head. After this, Tom was wary, and used every caution and deliberation in his approaches, examin- ing the dog’s eyes and movements, to be sure that he was really asleep, and at last would not venture nearer than his tail, and then by slow, silent, and wary steps, in a sideways, or oblique manner, spreading his legs, and reach- ing forward. In this position, he would pluck the long hairs of the dog’s tail. But he would always take care to place his feet in such a manner as to be ready to start off, when the dog was roused and snapped at him.

1804

HENDRICK AUPAUMUT

Hendrick Aupaumut (1757–1830) produced one of the "rst ethnographies of a Native community written by an indigenous author: his “History of the Muh- he- con- nuk [Mahican] Indians” (1791). The path that led him to this proj ect suggests many of the complexities facing Native American intellectuals in the eigh teenth century.

Born in the Native Christian town of Stockbridge, Mas sa chu setts, Aupaumut entered a community that had recently been ministered to by the Puritan divine Jonathan Edwards. Edwards served at Stockbridge from 1751 until late 1757, long enough to have baptized Aupaumut. Schooled by a Protestant minister, possibly

Edwards’s son Timothy, Aupaumut learned to speak, read, and write in En glish. In 1775 he wrote to Timothy Edwards, asking to borrow copies of some of his father’s works, including the treatise on the freedom of the will that Edwards had written at Stockbridge.

When the Revolutionary War broke out, Aupaumut joined the Continental Army, forming a com pany along with other Stockbridge Indians. He earned a reputation as a good soldier, was commissioned as a captain, and saw extensive ser vice, win- ning a commendation from George Washington, then the commanding general of the Continental Army. In the mid-1780s, Aupaumut led the Stockbridge commu- nity as it relocated to New Stockbridge, in central New York, where Samson Occom briedy joined him.

During the early 1790s, Aupaumut served as an emissary from President George Washington’s administration to a pan- Indian alliance in the Great Lakes region of the Northwest Territory. His diplomatic initiatives continued for nearly two de cades and were directed at "nding peaceful resolutions to condicts between the United States and Native communities. In the 1800s, he opposed Tecumseh’s efforts to create a pantribal alliance to wage frontier warfare.

Even as Aupaumut pursued negotiated settlements between the United States and Indian groups on the western frontier, he began searching for land where the residents of New Stockbridge could relocate again, in order to be relieved of the pressures of white encroachment on their New York lands. In 1829, he joined the last group of Stockbridges to remove to the Fox River in Wisconsin, which is where he died.

In addition to numerous speeches and letters published during his lifetime, Aupaumut’s writings include a narrative reporting on his diplomatic initiative to the Iroquois and Northwest tribes. The following se lection is from the tribal history that he wrote in 1791, prob ably in connection with his proposal to serve as a negotiator for the Washington administration.

From History of the Muh- he- con- nuk Indians1

“Our ancestors, before they ever enjoyed Gospel revelation acknowledged one Supreme Being who dwells above, whom they styled Waun- theet Mon- nit- toow, or the Great, Good Spirit, the author of all things in heaven and on earth and governs all events; and he is good to all his creatures. They also believed that there is an evil one, called Mton- toow or Wicked Spirit that loves altogether to do mischief; that he excites person or persons to tell a lie— angry, "ght, hate, steal, to commit murder, and to be envious, mali- cious, and evil- talking; also excites nations to war with one another, to violated their friendship which the Great, Good Spirit given them to main- tain for their mutual good, and their children after them.

“In order to please the Great, Good Spirit which they acknowledged to be their dependence, and on the other hand to withstand the evil one— therefore, the following custom was observed, which handed down to them by their fore- fathers, and considered as communicated to them by Good Spirit.

“The Head of each family— man or woman— would began with all ten- derness as soon as daylight, to waken up their children and teach them, as follows:—

1. The text is from Electa F. Jones, Stockbridge, Past and Pres ent; or, Rec ords of an Old Mission Station (1854).

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“ ‘My Children— you must remember that it is by the goodness of the Great, Good Spirit we are preserved through the night. My Children, you must listen to my words. If you wish to see many good days and eve nings you must love to all men, and be kind to all people.

“ ‘If you see any that are in distress, you must try to help them. Remem- ber that you will also be in distress some time or other. If you see any one hungry you must give him something to eat; though you should have but little cake, give him half of it, for you also liable to hunger. If you see one naked, you must cover him with your own raiment.2 For you must consider that some future time you will also stand in need of such help; but if you will not assist, or have compassion for the poor, you will displease the Good Spirit; you will be called Uh- wu- theet, or hard- hearted and nobody will pity on you the time of your distress, but will mock at you.

* * * “ ‘My Children—at all times you must obey your Sachem and Chiefs,3 in

all good counsels they give; never to speak evil against them, for they have taken much pains in promoting your happiness. And if you do not observe this, you will be looked upon worse than the beasts are.’

“Thus they inculcate instruction to their children day after day until they are grown up; and after they are grown, yet they would teach them occa- sionally. And when young people have children they also teach theirs in like manner.— This custom is handed down from generation to another; at the same time it may be observed that there were some that did not take no pains to instruct their children, but would set bad examples before them, as well as there are such among civilized nations. But such men were roving about, and could not be contented to stay at one place.

“Our ancestors’ Government was a Demo cratical. They had Wi- gow- wauw, or Chief Sachem, successively, as well as other nations had, chosen by the nation, whom they looked upon as conductor and promoter of their general welfare, and rendered him obedience as long as he behaved himself agree- ably to the of"ce of a Sachem.4 And this of"ce was hereditary by the lineage of a female’s offspring, but not on man’s line, but on woman’s part. That is— when Wi- gow- wauw is fallen by death, one of his Nephews, (if he has any) will be appointed to succeed his Uncle as a Sachem, and not any of his sons.5

The Sachem always have Woh- weet- quan- pe- chee, or Counselors, and one Mo- quau- pauw, or Hero, and one Mkhooh- que- thoth, or Owl, and one Un- nuh- kau- kun, or Messenger, or Runner; and the rest of the men are called young men. (But the Six Nations6 call young men Warriors.) The Sachem is looked upon as a great tree under whose shade the whole nation is sit. His business is to contemplate the welfare of his people day and night— how to promote their peace and happiness. He also ever take pains to maintain and brighten the belt of friendship with all their allies. When he "nd any busi-

2. Cf. Matthew 25.34–40. Aupaumut may have purposefully highlighted similarities between Christian and Mahican beliefs. 3. Supreme leader and subordinates. 4. I.e., the Chief Sachem serves as long as he pleases the people. 5. I.e., the position was passed down through the female line, to the sons of the Chief

Sachems’ sisters. 6. The Iroquois Confederacy, consisting of the Mohawk, Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga, Seneca, and Tuscarora tribes. Aupaumut compares the orga nizational structure of Mahican po liti cal society to that of the Iroquois, at a time when they were living in proximity to one another in central New York.

7. Currency, consisting of shells beaded on string. Wampum belts were also used to symbol- ize diplomatic agreements, similar to treaties.

8. I.e., a central spot, similar to a town center. 9. Here, meeting places for intertribal diplomacy.

ness of public nature, he is to call his counselors together to consult with them; and then they will determine what is good for the Nation. The Sachem must be a peaceable man— has nothing to do with wars— but he is at times go from house to house to exhort his people to live in unity and peace.

“The Sachem has no stated salary for his ser vices; for it was a disgrace or reproach any man to ask reward for any of his public ser vices; but what ever he does for his nation must be done out of friendship and good will. But it was the custom to help their Sachem voluntarily in building a long We- ko- wohm, or wigwam, all complete; and the hunters, when they returned from hunting each man give him a skin. The women also at times, some give him Mkith- non, or Muk- sens, some belts for the body, others garters, and some other ornaments—as wampum7 to be for his own use. They are also to bring victuals to Sachem’s to enable him to feed strangers;— for whenever strang- ers arrived at their "re- place8 they are directed to go to Sachem’s house. There they stay until their business is completed.

“The Sachem is allowed to keep Mno-ti, or peaceable bag, or bag of peace, containing about one bushel, some less.— This bag is made of Weeth- kuhn- pauk, or bitter sort of hemp; grows on intervals, about three or four feet long; and sometimes made of Wau- pon- nep- pauk, or white hemp, which grows by the side of rivers, or edge of marshes,— amazing strong and lasting—of which they make strings, and die part of the strings of dif fer ent colors; then worked and made into bag of dif fer ent marks. In this bag they keep vari ous Squau- tho- won, or belts of wampum; also strings; which belts and strings they used to establish peace and friendship with dif fer ent nations, and to use them on many occasions, and passed as coin. In this bag they keep all belts and strings which they received of their allies of dif fer ent nations. This bag is, as it were, unmoveable; but it is always remain at Sachem’s house, as hereditary with the of"ce of a Sachem; and he is to keep the Pipe of Peace, made of red hard stone— a long stem to it. Besides this bag, they keep other smaller bags which they called Ne- mau- won- neh Mno-ti, or Scrip, which contains nour- ishment on journey, which they carry with them when they go out to hold treaties with other "re- places.9 In such scrips they occasionally put belts and strings for transacting business abroad. When they "nd the wampum will be fall short, besides what is kept in the bag, the Sachem and his counselors would sent their runner to gather, or collect wampum from their women, which business they called mauw- peen, or sitting into one place.

“The of"ce of Counselors was not gotten by hereditary, but it was elec- tive; therefore, the wise men were only entitled the of"ce of Counselors. They are called Chiefs. Their business is to consult with their Sachems in promoting peace and happiness for their people. They will also at all times exhort young people to every good work.

“The title of Mo- quau- pauw, or Hero, is gotten only by merit; by remark- able conduct in the wars, by great courage and prudence. The business of Heroes in time of peace is to sit with their Sachem and Counselors in all their councils, and to con"rm their agreements, but never to contradict them; for which they are beloved by their Sachem and Counselors, and by all their people. But when any warfare is sounded in their ears, then they will all meet

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together to hold a general Council: and when they "nd themselves under necessity of joining to such war, then the Sachem and Counselors will put the business in the hands of Heroes, exhorting them to be courageous and prudent, to take good care of their young men. But when the offers of peace is proposed, then the Hero will put the business in the hands of the Sachem and Counselors, who will cut or break the string of the bow, and bury the Puhwi, and by certain ceremony or emblem wipe off all tears and blood, and cleanse their beds, scattered all dark clouds, that they may enjoy pleas- ant days again.

“The of"ce of Owl is come by merit also; who must have strong memory, and must be good speaker, and have strong voice. He is to sit by the side of his Sachem; his business is to proclaim the orders of his Sachem to the people with loud voice. And he is also to get up every morning as soon as daylight. In the "rst place he is to make noise like an Owl, then shouted to wake the people, and then ordered them to their respective lawful duties for the day.

“And the business of the Runner is to carry messages, or carry tidings; and he is always ready to run. He is to give notice to the people to attend. And when they go out another town to hold council, he is to run to inform the Chiefs that live in that town that his Chiefs will arrive— such a time. And when they hold treaty with any nation he is to light his Sachem’s Pipe. And he must be man of veracity: for if he tell a falsehood, his feathers will be pulled off.

“Our Nation was divided into three clans or tribes, as Bear Tribe. Wolf Tribe, and Turtle Tribe. Our ancestors had par tic u lar opinion for each tribe to which they belonged. The Bear Tribe formerly considered as the head of the other tribes, and claims the title of hereditary of"ce of Sachem. Yet they ever united as one family.

“And at the death of Sachem they considered as though their light is put out, and sitting under dark clouds, and in the situation of mourning, until another is appointed to succeed in the of"ce; which must be done by the consent and approbation of the whole nation. Yet no other person has right to succeed but one of the nephews of the deceased Sachem, either the eldest, or the likeliest.

“One of the wisest of their Counselors is employed on such occasions. In the "rst place, when all things are ready, He will address the whole Nation as follows,—

“ ‘My friends— grand- fathers, Uncles, Brothers, Cousins, attend. You also, my women— grand- mothers, Mothers, and Sisters, listen. You, the Children— you must also hear me attentively. It is the will of the Great, Wise, Good Spirit— our great tree has been fallen to the ground, and great dark- ness has been spread over our "re- place these many days, whereby we become as fatherless children. According to the custom of our good ancestors, and by the help of the Great Good Spirit. I now remove all dark clouds which hangs over our "re- place. [Strings of Wampum delivered.]

“ ‘Again listen: I now raise your heads which has been hang downwards, and wipe off all your tears from your face, so that you may see clear, and open your ears that you may hear, and set your hearts right again, that you may understand distinctly.’ ” [Strings of Wampum again delivered.]

This ceremony has passed so entirely out of use that the Tribe are unable to give the remainder; indeed they have not retained even thus much of this

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in ter est ing document. They, however, have retained their wampum. The meaning of a belt is remembered by the Indian Tribes in this manner. The whole body frequently assem ble, and being seated, each piece is passed from hand to hand, every person repeating the words as he takes it. Then again the color conveys some idea. A blood- colored hatchet readily gives an impres- sion of something warlike, while white speaks of peace.1

1791

1. Aupaumut describes a peace- building pro cess resembling the Iroquois Condolence Ritual, a diplo- matic ritual used by the Iroquois and other Native groups.

J. HECTOR ST. JOHN DE CRÈVECOEUR 1735–1813

J . Hector St. John de Crèvecoeur is a writer with a divided reputation, as well as a mysterious and fascinating past. Like Benjamin Franklin, another master of irony and disguise, Crèvecoeur rewards the reader’s close attention but only rarely provides "rm conclusions about the author’s views and intentions. In “What Is an American?”— the most famous essay in his internationally acclaimed Letters from an American Farmer (1782)— Crèvecoeur offers an idealistic portrait of the soon- to-be United States, one that resonated with later depictions of the nation as a melting pot and a land of opportunity. Farmer James, Crèvecoeur’s persona in the Letters, is at his happiest and most hopeful here, and these qualities have sometimes been taken as his creator’s entire understanding of “the American, this new man.” The full text of the Letters tells a dif fer ent story. It includes a shocking depiction of a slave suffer- ing a brutal punishment; and it ends with Farmer James having moved his family to a frontier Indian village out of despair over the fratricidal vio lence unleashed by the Revolution. The complexity of Crèvecoeur’s stance toward Revolutionary- era Ameri- can society is greatly magni"ed by the uncertainties surrounding the author’s ulti- mate commitments. The uncertainties associated with the work itself are ampli"ed by the differences between the En glish and French editions.

Born Michel- Guillaume Jean de Crèvecoeur in Caen, Normandy, the son of a minor nobleman, he was educated by Jesuits. However, he came to reject Catholi- cism as oppressive, and perhaps for this reason he broke with his father as a teen- ager, sailed to Eng land, and lived there with distant relatives. In 1755 he traveled to French Canada. He enlisted in the Canadian militia, served the government as a surveyor and cartographer, and was wounded in the defense of Quebec during one of the major battles of the French and Indian War (1754–63). After his military career ended in 1759, he traveled to New York, where he was naturalized as a Brit- ish colonial subject in 1765 and changed his name to Hector St. John. Sometimes he went by James Hector St. John, a moniker suggesting that he identi"ed with his persona Farmer James. He later expanded his surname to St. John de Crèvecoeur and added an initial. For the next ten years, Crèvecoeur traveled extensively in the colonies as a surveyor and a trader with American Indians. In 1769, he married a wealthy Protestant woman, Mehetabel Tippet; bought land in Orange County, New

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York; and settled into life on his farm there, Pine Hill. The couple gave their three children names that evoked Crèvecoeur’s French background; a daughter was named América-Francés. In his "rst year at Pine Hill, Crèvecoeur began to write a series of essays about Amer i ca based on his travels and experience as a farmer.

The advent of the American Revolution prompted Crèvecoeur’s wish to reestab- lish owner ship of family lands in France. Although he seems to have held Loyalist sympathies and was suspected of being a British spy, he was arrested and impris- oned as an American spy in 1779, when he tried to sail from the British- held port of New York. (Some have suspected him of being a double agent.) His delayed depar- ture was prob ably related to France’s recognition of the United States and entrance into the war against Britain in 1778. Crèvecoeur reached London in 1780, and the following year he sold his manuscript to a publishing house there, leading to the 1782 edition of Letters. There is evidence to suggest that the British edition was partially rewritten by an unknown editor to draw out its republican themes. In France, Crèvecoeur reconciled with his father, then moved to Paris. There, he was celebrated by the French intellectuals known as the philosophes, who encouraged him to publish a French translation of the Letters. The text that appeared in 1784 was recast more favorably toward France.

In 1783, Crèvecoeur returned to the now victorious United States. He then learned that his farm had been burned in an Indian attack, his wife was dead, and his children were housed with strangers. After regaining custody of his children and moving to New York City, Crèvecoeur was made French consul to New York, Connecticut, and New Jersey. A great success as a diplomat, he was named an hon- orary citizen of several American cities; the town of St. Johnsbury, Vermont, was named in his honor; and he became an adopted member of the Oneida Nation. He returned to Paris in 1790, at the height of the French Revolution. Three years later, he retired to Normandy. His three- volume sequel to Letters (1801) was not well received. He died at his daughter’s home outside Paris.

In the conceit that structures Crèvecoeur’s work, Farmer James writes his letters in response to queries from an En glish visitor, who wishes to better understand Amer i ca. The personal letter was a central genre in eighteenth- century literary culture, featured in epistolary novels as well as popu lar travelers’ and naturalists’ accounts, both factual and "ctional. Works ranging from the French po liti cal phi- los o pher Baron de Montesquieu’s Persian Letters (1721) to the En glish poet Lady Mary Wortley Montagu’s Turkish Embassy Letters (1763) to the En glish novelist Laurence Sterne’s A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy (1768) embody aspects of the form as Crèvecoeur employed it. The American farmer was already a well- established "gure in the po liti cal and social debates of the day, notably employed by the statesman John Dickinson in his Letters from a Farmer in Pennsylvania (1767–68).

Crèvecoeur’s Letters engage the revolutionary- era debates over human nature and po liti cal organ ization vividly but unspeci"cally. He inserted himself into the same transatlantic debates over Americanness and its effects on humankind that Thomas Jefferson pursued in Notes on the State of Virginia (1785; excerpted below); but in contrast to Jefferson, with whom he later corresponded, Crèvecoeur’s philosophical themes are woven through his work rather than presented discur- sively. This allusiveness distinguishes Crèvecoeur’s Letters from the po liti cal writ- ings of the day and lends the collection its lasting fascination.

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From Letters from an American Farmer1

From Letter III. What Is an American?

I wish I could be acquainted with the feelings and thoughts which must agi- tate the heart and pres ent themselves to the mind of an enlightened En glishman, when he "rst lands on this continent. He must greatly rejoice that he lived at a time to see this fair country discovered and settled; he must necessarily feel a share of national pride, when he views the chain of settle- ments which embellishes these extended shores. When he says to himself, this is the work of my countrymen, who, when convulsed by factions,2 afdicted by a variety of miseries and wants, restless and impatient, took ref- uge here. They brought along with them their national genius,3 to which they principally owe what liberty they enjoy, and what substance they pos- sess. Here he sees the industry of his native country displayed in a new man- ner, and traces in their works the embryos of all the arts, sciences, and ingenuity which dourish in Eu rope. Here he beholds fair cities, substantial villages, extensive "elds, an im mense country "lled with decent houses, good roads, orchards, meadows, and bridges, where an hundred years ago all was wild, woody, and uncultivated! What a train of pleasing ideas this fair spec- tacle must suggest; it is a prospect which must inspire a good citizen with the most heartfelt plea sure. The dif"culty consists in the manner of view- ing so extensive a scene. He is arrived on a new continent; a modern society offers itself to his contemplation, dif fer ent from what he had hitherto seen. It is not composed, as in Eu rope, of great lords who possess every thing, and of a herd of people who have nothing. Here are no aristocratical families, no courts, no kings, no bishops, no ecclesiastical dominion, no invisible power giving to a few a very vis i ble one; no great manufacturers employing thousands, no great re"nements of luxury. The rich and the poor are not so far removed from each other as they are in Eu rope. Some few towns excepted, we are all tillers of the earth, from Nova Scotia to West Florida. We are a people of cultivators, scattered over an im mense territory, communicating with each other by means of good roads and navigable rivers, united by the silken bands of mild government, all respecting the laws, without dreading their power, because they are equitable. We are all animated with the spirit of an industry which is unfettered and unrestrained, because each person works for himself. If he travels through our rural districts he views not the hostile castle, and the haughty mansion, contrasted with the clay- built hut and miserable cabin, where cattle and men help to keep each other warm, and dwell in meanness,4 smoke, and indigence. A pleasing uniformity of decent competence appears throughout our habitations. The meanest of our log- houses is a dry and comfortable habitation. Lawyer or merchant are the fairest5 titles our towns afford; that of a farmer is the only appellation of the rural inhabitants of our country. It must take some time ere he can recon- cile himself to our dictionary, which is but short in words of dignity, and

1. The text is from Letters from an American Farmer, edited by Albert Boni and Charles Boni (1925). 2. Disputes.

3. Spirit; distinctive character. 4. Poorness, shabbiness. 5. Most impor tant.

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names of honor. There, on a Sunday, he sees a congregation of respectable farmers and their wives, all clad in neat homespun, well mounted, or riding in their own humble wagons. There is not among them an esquire, saving the unlettered magistrate. There he sees a parson as simple as his dock, a farmer who does not riot6 on the labor of others. We have no princes, for whom we toil, starve, and bleed; we are the most perfect society now exist- ing in the world. Here man is free as he ought to be; nor is this pleasing equality so transitory as many others are. Many ages will not see the shores of our great lakes replenished with inland nations, nor the unknown bounds of North Amer i ca entirely peopled. Who can tell how far it extends? Who can tell the millions of men whom it will feed and contain? for no Eu ro pean foot has as yet traveled half the extent of this mighty continent!

The next wish of this traveler will be to know whence came all these people? They are a mixture of En glish, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans and Swedes. From this promiscuous breed, that race now called Americans have arisen. The eastern provinces7 must indeed be excepted, as being the unmixed descendants of En glishmen. I have heard many wish that they had been more intermixed also: for my part, I am no wisher, and think it much better as it has happened. They exhibit a most con spic u ous "gure in this great and variegated picture; they too enter for a great share in the pleasing perspective displayed in these thirteen provinces. I know it is fash ion able to redect on8 them, but re spect them for what they have done; for the accuracy and wisdom with which they have settled their territory; for the decency of their manners; for their early love of letters; their ancient college,9 the "rst in this hemi sphere; for their industry,1 which to me who am but a farmer is the criterion of every- thing. There never was a people, situated as they are, who with so ungrateful a soil have done more in so short a time. Do you think that the monarchical ingredients which are more prevalent in other governments have purged them from all foul stains? Their histories assert the contrary.

In this great American asylum,2 the poor of Eu rope have by some means met together, and in consequence of vari ous causes; to what purpose should they ask one another what countrymen they are? Alas, two thirds of them had no country. Can a wretch who wanders about, who works and starves, whose life is a continual scene of sore afdiction or pinching penury, can that man call Eng land or any other kingdom his country? A country that had no bread for him, whose "elds procured him no harvest, who met with nothing but the frowns of the rich, the severity of the laws, with jails and punish- ments; who owned not a single foot of the extensive surface of this planet? No! Urged by a variety of motives, here they came. Every thing has tended to regenerate them; new laws, a new mode of living, a new social system; here they are become men: in Eu rope they were as so many useless plants, wanting vegetative mold and refreshing showers; they withered, and were mowed down by want, hunger, and war; but now by the power of transplan- tation, like all other plants they have taken root and dourished! Formerly they were not numbered in any civil lists3 of their country, except in those

6. I.e., indulge himself. 7. New Eng land. 8. To censure or blame. 9. Harvard College, founded in 1636. 1. Industriousness.

2. Place of refuge (e.g., as from religious perse- cution). 3. Recognized employees of the civil govern- ment: ambassadors, judges, secretaries, etc.

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4. In 1755, as part of the French and Indian War, the French Acadians— settlers who had lived in Nova Scotia for about one hundred and twenty- "ve years— were banished by the British,

who had taken the province in 1710. 5. Where there is bread, there is one’s father- land (Latin). 6. Dear mother (Latin, literal trans.).

of the poor; here they rank as citizens. By what invisible power has this sur- prising metamorphosis been performed? By that of the laws and that of their industry. The laws, the indulgent laws, protect them as they arrive, stamping on them the symbol of adoption; they receive ample rewards for their labors; these accumulated rewards procure them lands; those lands confer on them the title of freemen, and to that title every bene"t is af"xed which men can possibly require. This is the great operation daily performed by our laws. From whence proceed these laws? From our government. Whence the government? It is derived from the original genius and strong desire of the people rati"ed and con"rmed by the crown. This is the great chain which links us all, this is the picture which every province exhibits, Nova Scotia excepted. There the crown has done all; either there were no people who had genius, or it was not much attended to: the consequence is that the province is very thinly inhabited indeed; the power of the crown in conjunction with the mosquitoes has prevented men from settling there. Yet some parts of it dourished once, and it contained a mild, harmless set of people. But for the fault of a few leaders, the whole were banished.4 The greatest po liti cal error the crown ever committed in Amer i ca was to cut off men from a country which wanted nothing but men!

What attachment can a poor Eu ro pean emigrant have for a country where he had nothing? The knowledge of the language, the love of a few kindred as poor as himself, were the only cords that tied him: his country is now that which gives him land, bread, protection, and consequence: Ubi panis ibi patria5 is the motto of all emigrants. What then is the American, this new man? He is either a Eu ro pean, or the descendant of a Eu ro pean, hence that strange mixture of blood, which you will "nd in no other country. I could point out to you a family whose grand father was an En glishman, whose wife was Dutch, whose son married a French woman, and whose pres ent four sons have now four wives of dif fer ent nations. He is an American, who, leaving behind him all his ancient prejudices and manners, receives new ones from the new mode of life he has embraced, the new government he obeys, and the new rank he holds. He becomes an American by being received in the broad lap of our great Alma Mater.6 Here individuals of all nations are melted into a new race of men, whose labors and posterity will one day cause great changes in the world. Americans are the western pilgrims, who are carry ing along with them that great mass of arts, sciences, vigor, and industry which began long since in the east; they will "nish the great circle. The Americans were once scattered all over Eu rope; here they are incorpo- rated into one of the "nest systems of population which has ever appeared, and which will hereafter become distinct by the power of the dif fer ent cli- mates they inhabit. The American ought therefore to love this country much better than that wherein either he or his forefathers were born. Here the rewards of his industry follow with equal steps the pro gress of his labor; his labor is founded on the basis of nature, self- interest; can it want a stronger allurement? Wives and children, who before in vain demanded of him a mor- sel of bread, now, fat and frolicsome, gladly help their father to clear those

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7. I.e., they deal with rougher people. 8. Social experience.

9. Trade. 1. Nonaristocratic landowners.

"elds whence exuberant crops are to arise to feed and to clothe them all; without any part being claimed, either by a despotic prince, a rich abbot, or a mighty lord. Here religion demands but little of him; a small voluntary sal- ary to the minister, and gratitude to God; can he refuse these? The Ameri- can is a new man, who acts upon new princi ples; he must therefore entertain new ideas, and form new opinions. From involuntary idleness, servile depen- dence, penury, and useless labor, he has passed to toils of a very dif fer ent nature, rewarded by ample subsistence.— This is an American.

British Amer i ca is divided into many provinces, forming a large associa- tion, scattered along a coast 1,500 miles extent and about 200 wide. This society I would fain examine, at least such as it appears in the middle prov- inces; if it does not afford that variety of tinges and gradations which may be observed in Eu rope, we have colors peculiar to ourselves. For instance, it is natu ral to conceive that those who live near the sea must be very dif fer- ent from those who live in the woods; the intermediate space will afford a separate and distinct class.

Men are like plants; the goodness and davor of the fruit proceeds from the peculiar soil and exposition in which they grow. We are nothing but what we derive from the air we breathe, the climate we inhabit, the government we obey, the system of religion we profess, and the nature of our employ- ment. Here you will "nd but few crimes; these have acquired as yet no root among us. I wish I was able to trace all my ideas; if my ignorance prevents me from describing them properly, I hope I shall be able to delineate a few of the outlines, which are all I propose.

Those who live near the sea feed more on "sh than on desh, and often encounter that boisterous ele ment.7 This renders them more bold and enter- prising; this leads them to neglect the con"ned occupations of the land. They see and converse with a variety of people, their intercourse8 with man- kind becomes extensive. The sea inspires them with a love of traf"c,9 a desire of transporting produce from one place to another; and leads them to a variety of resources which supply the place of labor. Those who inhabit the middle settlements, by far the most numerous, must be very dif fer ent; the simple cultivation of the earth puri"es them, but the indulgences of the government, the soft remonstrances of religion, the rank of in de pen dent freeholders,1 must necessarily inspire them with sentiments, very little known in Eu rope among people of the same class. What do I say? Eu rope has no such class of men; the early knowledge they acquire, the early bar- gains they make, give them a great degree of sagacity. As freemen they will be litigious; pride and obstinancy are often the cause of lawsuits; the nature of our laws and governments may be another. As citizens it is easy to imag- ine that they will carefully read the newspapers, enter into every po liti cal disquisition, freely blame or censure governors and others. As farmers they will be careful and anxious to get as much as they can, because what they get is their own. As northern men they will love the cheerful cup. As Chris- tians, religion curbs them not in their opinions; the general indulgence leaves every one to think for themselves in spiritual matters; the laws inspect our actions, our thoughts are left to God. Industry, good living, sel"shness,

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2. I.e., the frontier; the land west of the original colonies and east of the Mississippi. 3. I.e., they were improvident and spent beyond

their means. “Want”: lack. 4. Crèvecoeur’s father, unlike Farmer John’s, never went to Amer i ca.

litigiousness, country politics, the pride of freemen, religious indifference are their characteristics. If you recede still farther from the sea, you will come into more modern settlements; they exhibit the same strong lineaments, in a ruder appearance. Religion seems to have still less induence, and their manners are less improved.

Now we arrive near the great woods, near the last inhabited districts;2 there men seem to be placed still farther beyond the reach of government, which in some mea sure leaves them to themselves. How can it pervade every corner; as they were driven there by misfortunes, necessity of beginnings, desire of acquiring large tracts of land, idleness, frequent want of economy,3 ancient debts; the reunion of such people does not afford a very pleasing spectacle. When discord, want of unity and friendship; when either drunk- enness or idleness prevail in such remote districts; contention, inactivity, and wretchedness must ensue. There are not the same remedies to these evils as in a long- established community. The few magistrates they have are in general little better than the rest; they are often in a perfect state of war; that of man against man, sometimes deci ded by blows, sometimes by means of the law; that of man against every wild inhabitant of these venerable woods, of which they are come to dispossess them. There men appear to be no better than carnivorous animals of a superior rank, living on the desh of wild animals when they can catch them, and when they are not able, they subsist on grain. He who would wish to see Amer i ca in its proper light, and have a true idea of its feeble beginnings and barbarous rudiments, must visit our extended line of frontiers where the last settlers dwell, and where he may see the "rst labors of settlement, the mode of clearing the earth, in all their dif fer ent appearances; where men are wholly left dependent on their native tempers and on the spur of uncertain industry, which often fails when not sancti"ed by the ef"cacy of a few moral rules. There, remote from the power of example and check of shame, many families exhibit the most hid- eous parts of our society. They are a kind of forlorn hope, preceding by ten or twelve years the most respectable army of veterans which come after them. In that space, prosperity will polish some, vice and the law will drive off the rest, who uniting again with others like themselves will recede still farther; making room for more industrious people, who will "nish their improve- ments, convert the log house into a con ve nient habitation, and rejoicing that the "rst heavy labors are "nished, will change in a few years that hitherto barbarous country into a "ne fertile, well- regulated district. Such is our pro- gress, such is the march of the Eu ro pe ans toward the interior parts of this continent. In all socie ties these are offcasts; this impure part serves as our precursors or pioneers; my father himself was one of that class,4 but he came upon honest princi ples, and was therefore one of the few who held fast; by good conduct and temperance, he transmitted to me his fair inheritance, when not above one in fourteen of his contemporaries had the same good fortune.

Forty years ago his smiling country was thus inhabited; it is now purged, a general decency of manners prevails throughout, and such has been the fate of our best countries.

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5. Believers. 6. The Roman Catholic doctrine that the sub- stance of the bread and wine used in the sacra- ment of communion is changed at the consecration to the substance of the body and blood of Christ. 7. As distinguished from transubstantiation; the

doctrine that Christ’s body is not pres ent in or under the ele ments of bread and wine, but the bread and wine are signs of Christ’s presence through faith. 8. One who dissents or withdraws from an established church.

Exclusive of those general characteristics, each province has its own, founded on the government, climate, mode of husbandry, customs, and peculiarity of circumstances. Eu ro pe ans submit insensibly to these great powers, and become, in the course of a few generations, not only Americans in general, but either Pennsylvanians, Virginians, or provincials under some other name. Whoever traverses the continent must easily observe those strong differences, which will grow more evident in time. The inhabitants of Canada, Mas sa chu setts, the middle provinces, the southern ones will be as dif fer ent as their climates; their only points of unity will be those of reli- gion and language.

As I have endeavored to show you how Eu ro pe ans become Americans, it may not be disagreeable to show you likewise how the vari ous Christian sects introduced wear out, and how religious indifference becomes prevalent. When any considerable number of a par tic u lar sect happen to dwell con- tiguous to each other, they immediately erect a temple, and there worship the Divinity agreeably to their own peculiar ideas. Nobody disturbs them. If any new sect springs up in Eu rope it may happen that many of its profes- sors5 will come and settle in Amer i ca. As they bring their zeal with them, they are at liberty to make proselytes if they can, and to build a meeting and to follow the dictates of their consciences; for neither the government nor any other power interferes. If they are peaceable subjects, and are indus- trious, what is it to their neighbors how and in what manner they think "t to address their prayers to the Supreme Being? But if the sectaries are not settled close together, if they are mixed with other denominations, their zeal will cool for want of fuel, and will be extinguished in a little time. Then the Americans become as to religion what they are as to country, allied to all. In them the name of En glishman, Frenchman, and Eu ro pean is lost, and in like manner, the strict modes of Chris tian ity as practiced in Eu rope are lost also. This effect will extend itself still farther hereafter, and though this may appear to you as a strange idea, yet it is a very true one. I shall be able per- haps hereafter to explain myself better; in the meanwhile, let the following example serve as my "rst justi"cation.

Let us suppose you and I to be traveling; we observe that in this house, to the right, lives a Catholic, who prays to God as he has been taught, and believes in transubstantiation;6 he works and raises wheat, he has a large family of children, all hale and robust; his belief, his prayers offend nobody. About one mile farther on the same road, his next neighbor may be a good honest plodding German Lutheran, who addresses himself to the same God, the God of all, agreeably to the modes he has been educated in, and believes in consubstantiation;7 by so doing he scandalizes nobody; he also works in his "elds, embellishes the earth, clears swamps, etc. What has the world to do with his Lutheran princi ples? He persecutes nobody, and nobody persecutes him, he visits his neighbors, and his neighbors visit him. Next to him lives a seceder,8 the most enthusiastic of all sectaries; his zeal is hot and "ery, but separated as he is from others of the same complexion, he has no congregation

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9. En glish Quaker and founder of Pennsylvania (1644–1718). 1. An ecclesiastical assembly held in Dordrecht, or Dordt, Holland, in 1618 to settle disputes

between Protestant Reformed churches. “Low Dutchman”: someone from Holland, not Bel- gium.

of his own to resort to, where he might cabal and mingle religious pride with worldly obstinacy. He likewise raises good crops, his house is handsomely painted, his orchard is one of the fairest in the neighborhood. How does it concern the welfare of the country, or of the province at large, what this man’s religious sentiments are, or really whether he has any at all? He is a good farmer, he is a sober, peaceable, good citizen: William Penn9 himself would not wish for more. This is the vis i ble character, the invisible one is only guessed at, and is nobody’s business. Next again lives a Low Dutchman, who implicitly believes the rules laid down by the synod of Dort.1 He conceives no other idea of a clergyman than that of a hired man; if he does his work well he will pay him the stipulated sum; if not he will dismiss him, and do without his sermons, and let his church be shut up for years. But notwithstanding this coarse idea, you will "nd his house and farm to be the neatest in all the coun- try; and you will judge by his wagon and fat horses that he thinks more of the affairs of this world than of those of the next. He is sober and laborious, there- fore he is all he ought to be as to the affairs of this life; as for those of the next, he must trust to the great Creator. Each of these people instruct their children as well as they can, but these instructions are feeble compared to those which are given to the youth of the poorest class in Eu rope. Their children will therefore grow up less zealous and more indifferent in matters of religion than their parents. The foolish vanity, or rather the fury of making proselytes, is unknown here; they have no time, the seasons call for all their attention, and thus in a few years, this mixed neighborhood will exhibit a strange religious medley, that will be neither pure Catholicism nor pure Calvinism. A very per- ceptible indifference, even in the "rst generation, will become apparent; and it may happen that the daughter of the Catholic will marry the son of the seceder, and settle by themselves at a distance from their parents. What reli- gious education will they give their children? A very imperfect one. If there happens to be in the neighborhood any place of worship, we will suppose a Quaker’s meeting; rather than not show their "ne clothes, they will go to it, and some of them may perhaps attach themselves to that society. Others will remain in a perfect state of indifference; the children of these zealous parents will not be able to tell what their religious princi ples are, and their grandchil- dren still less. The neighborhood of a place of worship generally leads them to it, and the action of going thither is the strongest evidence they can give of their attachment to any sect. The Quakers are the only people who retain a fondness for their own mode of worship; for be they ever so far separated from each other, they hold a sort of communion with the society, and seldom depart from its rules, at least in this country. Thus all sects are mixed as well as all nations; thus religious indifference is imperceptibly disseminated from one end of the continent to the other; which is at pres ent one of the strongest characteristics of the Americans. Where this will reach no one can tell, per- haps it may leave a vacuum "t to receive other systems. Persecution, religious pride, the love of contradiction are the food of what the world commonly calls religion. These motives have ceased here; zeal in Eu rope is con"ned; here it

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2. I.e., like gunpowder in a gun. 3. Parcels of land held outright for speci"ed periods of time. 4. The Moravian Church, or Unity of Brethren,

originated in Bohemia and Moravia in the "f- teenth century. In the following two centuries, persecution forced groups of Moravians to emi- grate to other lands.

evaporates in the great distance it has to travel; there it is a grain of powder inclosed,2 here it burns away in the open air, and consumes without effect.

But to return to our back settlers. I must tell you that there is something in the proximity of the woods which is very singular. It is with men as it is with the plants and animals that grow and live in the forests; they are entirely dif fer ent from those that live in the plains. I will candidly tell you all my thoughts but you are not to expect that I shall advance any reasons. By liv- ing in or near the woods, their actions are regulated by the wildness of the neighborhood. The deer often come to eat their grain, the wolves to destroy their sheep, the bears to kill their hogs, the foxes to catch their poultry. This surrounding hostility immediately puts the gun into their hands; they watch these animals, they kill some; and thus by defending their property, they soon become professed hunters; this is the pro gress; once hunters, farewell to the plow. The chase renders them ferocious, gloomy, and unsociable; a hunter wants no neighbor, he rather hates them, because he dreads the competi- tion. In a little time their success in the woods makes them neglect their tillage. They trust to the natu ral fecundity of the earth, and therefore do little; carelessness in fencing often exposes what little they sow to destruc- tion; they are not at home to watch; in order therefore to make up the de"- ciency, they go oftener to the woods. That new mode of life brings along with it a new set of manners, which I cannot easily describe. These new man- ners, being grafted on the old stock, produce a strange sort of lawless prof- ligacy, the impressions of which are indelible. The manners of the Indian natives are respectable, compared with this Eu ro pean medley. Their wives and children live in sloth and inactivity; and having no proper pursuits, you may judge what education the latter receive. Their tender minds have noth- ing else to contemplate but the example of their parents; like them they grow up a mongrel breed, half civilized, half savage, except nature stamps on them some constitutional propensities. That rich, that voluptuous sentiment is gone that struck them so forcibly; the possession of their freeholds3 no lon- ger conveys to their minds the same plea sure and pride. To all these reasons you must add their lonely situation, and you cannot imagine what an effect on manners the great distances they live from each other has! Consider one of the last settlements in its "rst view: of what is it composed? Eu ro pe ans who have not that suf"cient share of knowledge they ought to have, in order to prosper; people who have suddenly passed from oppression, dread of gov- ernment, and fear of laws into the unlimited freedom of the woods. This sudden change must have a very great effect on most men, and on that class particularly. Eating of wild meat, what ever you may think, tends to alter their temper: though all the proof I can adduce is that I have seen it: and having no place of worship to resort to, what little society this might afford is denied them. The Sunday meetings, exclusive of religious bene"ts, were the only social bonds that might have inspired them with some degree of emulation in neatness. Is it then surprising to see men thus situated, immersed in great and heavy labors, degenerate a little? It is rather a won der the effect is not more diffusive. The Moravians4 and the Quakers are the only instances in

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5. The Moravians were family communities who gave up private property and were noted for their industry and thrift. 6. I.e., Quaker settlers had more money than

the Moravians. 7. Needs. 8. Neediness, poverty. 9. Lack.

exception to what I have advanced. The "rst never settle singly, it is a col- ony of the society which emigrates; they carry with them their forms, wor- ship, rules, and decency:5 the others never begin so hard, they are always able to buy improvements,6 in which there is a great advantage, for by that time the country is recovered from its "rst barbarity. Thus our bad people are those who are half cultivators and half hunters; and the worst of them are those who have degenerated altogether into the hunting state. As old plowmen and new men of the woods, as Eu ro pe ans and new- made Indians, they contract the vices of both; they adopt the moroseness and ferocity of a native, without his mildness, or even his industry at home. If manners are not re"ned, at least they are rendered simple and inoffensive by tilling the earth; all our wants7 are supplied by it, our time is divided between labor and rest, and leaves none of the commission of great misdeeds. As hunters it is divided between the toil of the chase, the idleness of repose, or the indul- gence of inebriation. Hunting is but a licentious idle life, and if it does not always pervert good dispositions; yet, when it is united with bad luck, it leads to want:8 want stimulates that propensity to rapacity and injustice, too natu- ral to needy men, which is the fatal gradation. After this explanation of the effects which follow by living in the woods, shall we yet vainly datter our- selves with the hope of converting the Indians? We should rather begin with converting our back- settlers; and now if I dare mention the name of religion, its sweet accents would be lost in the immensity of these woods. Men thus placed are not "t either to receive or remember its mild instructions; they want9 temples and ministers, but as soon as men cease to remain at home, and begin to lead an erratic life, let them be either tawny or white, they cease to be its disciples.

* * * Eu rope contains hardly any other distinctions but lords and tenants; this fair country alone is settled by freeholders, the possessors of the soil they culti- vate, members of the government they obey, and the framers of their own laws, by means of their representatives. This is a thought which you have taught me to cherish; our difference from Eu rope, far from diminishing, rather adds to our usefulness and consequence as men and subjects. Had our forefathers remained there, they would only have crowded it, and per- haps prolonged those convulsions which had shook it so long. Every indus- trious Eu ro pean who transports himself here may be compared to a sprout growing at the foot of a great tree; it enjoys and draws but a little portion of sap; wrench it from the parent roots, transplant it, and it will become a tree bearing fruit also. Colonists are therefore entitled to the consideration due to the most useful subjects; a hundred families barely existing in some parts of Scotland will here in six years cause an annual exportation of 10,000 bushels of wheat; 100 bushels being but a common quantity for an industri- ous family to sell, if they cultivated good land. It is here then that the idle may be employed, the useless become useful, and the poor become rich; but by riches I do not mean gold and silver, we have but little of those metals; I

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1. Charles- Town (now Charleston), South Carolia; Lima, Peru.

mean a better sort of wealth, cleared lands, cattle, good houses, good clothes, and an increase of people to enjoy them.

There is no won der that this country has so many charms, and pres ents to Eu ro pe ans so many temptations to remain in it. A traveler in Eu rope becomes a stranger as soon as he quits his own kingdom; but it is other wise here. We know, properly speaking, no strangers; this is every person’s coun- try; the variety of our soils, situations, climates, governments, and produce hath something which must please every body. No sooner does a Eu ro pean arrive, no matter of what condition, than his eyes are opened upon the fair prospect; he hears his language spoken, he retraces many of his own coun- try manners, he perpetually hears the names of families and towns with which he is acquainted; he sees happiness and prosperity in all places dis- seminated; he meets with hospitality, kindness, and plenty everywhere; he beholds hardly any poor; he seldom hears of punishments and executions; and he won ders at the elegance of our towns, those miracles of industry and freedom. He cannot admire enough our rural districts, our con ve nient roads, good taverns, and our many accommodations; he involuntarily loves a coun- try where every thing is so lovely.

* * * After a foreigner from any part of Eu rope is arrived, and become a citizen, let him devoutly listen to the voice of our great parent, which says to him, “Welcome to my shores, distressed Eu ro pe an; bless the hour in which thou didst see my verdant "elds, my fair navigable rivers, and my green mountains!— If thou wilt work, I have bread for thee; if thou wilt be honest, sober, and industrious, I have greater rewards to confer on thee— ease and in de pen dence. I will give thee "elds to feed and clothe thee; a comfortable "reside to sit by, and tell thy children by what means thou hast prospered; and a decent bed to repose on. I shall endow thee beside with the immuni- ties of a freeman. If thou wilt carefully educate thy children, teach them gratitude to God, and reverence to that government, the philanthropic gov- ernment, which has collected here so many men and made them happy. I will also provide for thy progeny; and to every good man this ought to be the most holy, the most power ful, the most earnest wish he can possibly form, as well as the most consolatory prospect when he dies. Go thou and work and till; thou shalt prosper, provided thou be just, grateful, and industrious.”

From Letter IX. Description of Charles- Town; Thoughts on Slavery; on Physical Evil; A Melancholy Scene

Charles- Town is, in the north, what Lima is in the south;1 both are capitals of the richest provinces of their respective hemi spheres: you may therefore conjecture, that both cities must exhibit the appearances necessarily result- ing from riches. Peru abounding in gold, Lima is "lled with inhabitants who enjoy all those gradations of plea sure, re"nement, and luxury, which pro- ceed from wealth. Carolina produces commodities, more valuable perhaps than gold, because they are gained by greater industry; it exhibits also on our northern stage, a display of riches and luxury, inferior indeed to the

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2. Ware houses. 3. Liveliest, most vibrant. 4. I.e., of the land, extending into the harbor. 5. Expensive. 6. The practice of tithing (offering a tenth of

one’s worldly goods to God) was begun by the biblical patriarch Abraham (Genesis 14.20). It is “Mosaical” because the "rst "ve Books of the Old Testament (starting with Genesis) are tradi- tionally ascribed to Moses.

former, but far superior to what are to be seen in our northern towns. Its situation is admirable, being built at the conduence of two large rivers, which receive in their course a great number of inferior streams; all navi- gable in the spring, for dat- boats. Here the produce of this extensive terri- tory concenters; here therefore is the seat of the most valuable exportation; their wharfs, their docks, their magazines,2 are extremely con ve nient to facilitate this great commercial business. The inhabitants are the gayest3 in Amer i ca; it is called the center of our beau monde, and it [is] always "lled with the richest planters of the province, who resort hither in a quest of health and plea sure. Here are always to be seen a great number of valetudi- narians from the West Indies, seeking for the renovation of health, exhausted by the debilitating nature of their sun, air, and modes of living. Many of these West Indians have I seen, at thirty, loaded with the in"rmities of old age; for nothing is more common in those countries of wealth, than for per- sons to lose the abilities of enjoying the comforts of life, at a time when we northern men just begin to taste the fruits of our labor and prudence. The round of plea sure, and the expenses of those citizens’ tables, are much superior to what you would imagine: indeed the growth of this town and province has been astonishingly rapid. It is [a] pity that the narrowness of the neck4 on which it stands prevents it from increasing; and which is the reason why houses are so dear.5 The heat of the climate, which is some- times very great in the interior parts of the country, is always temperate in Charles- Town; though sometimes when they have no sea breezes the sun is too power ful. The climate renders excesses of all kinds very dangerous, particularly those of the table; and yet, insensible or fearless of danger, they live on, and enjoy a short and a merry life: the rays of their sun seem to urge them irresistably to dissipation and plea sure: on the contrary, the women, from being abstemious, reach to a longer period of life, and seldom die without having had several husbands. An Eu ro pean at his "rst arrival must be greatly surprised when he sees the elegance of their houses, their sump- tuous furniture, as well as the magni"cence of their tables. Can he imagine himself in a country, the establishment of which is so recent?

The three principal classes of inhabitants are, lawyers, planters, and mer- chants; this is the province which has afforded to the "rst the richest spoils, for nothing can exceed their wealth, their power, and their induence. They have reached the ne plus ultra of worldly felicity; no plantation is secured, no title is good, no will is valid, but what they dictate, regulate, and approve. The whole mass of provincial property is become tributary to this society; which, far above priests and bishops, disdain to be satis"ed with the poor Mosaical portion of the tenth.6 I appeal to the many inhabitants, who, while contending perhaps for their right to a few hundred acres, have lost by the mazes of the law their whole patrimony. These men are more properly law givers than interpreters of the law; and have united here, as well as in most other provinces, the skill and dexterity of the scribe with the power and ambi- tion of the prince: who can tell where this may lead in a future day? The

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7. Then a colony in South Carolina.

nature of our laws, and the spirit of freedom, which often tends to make us litigious, must necessarily throw the greatest part of the property of the colo- nies into the hands of these gentlemen. In another century, the law will possess in the north, what now the church possesses in Peru and Mexico.

While all is joy, festivity, and happiness in Charles- Town, would you imag- ine that scenes of misery overspread in the country? Their ears by habit are become deaf, their hearts are hardened; they neither see, hear, nor feel for the woes of their poor slaves, from whose painful labors all their wealth proceeds. Here the horrors of slavery, the hardship of incessant toils, are unseen; and no one thinks with compassion of those showers of sweat and of tears which from the bodies of Africans, daily drop, and moisten the ground they till. The cracks of the whip urging these miserable beings to excessive labor, are far too distant from the gay capital to be heard. The cho- sen race eat, drink, and live happy, while the unfortunate one grubs up the ground, raises indigo, or husks the rice; exposed to a sun full as scorching as their native one; without the support of good food, without the cordials of any cheering liquor. This great contrast has often afforded me subjects of the most afdicting meditation. On the one side, behold a people enjoying all that life affords most bewitching and pleas ur able, without labor, without fatigue, hardly subjected to the trou ble of wishing. With gold, dug from Peru- vian mountains, they order vessels to the coasts of Guinea; by virtue of that gold, wars, murders, and devastations are committed in some harmless, peaceable African neighborhood, where dwelt innocent people, who even knew not but that all men were black. The daughter torn from her weeping mother, the child from the wretched parents, the wife from the loving hus- band; whose families swept away and brought through storms and tempests to this rich metropolis! There, arranged like horses at a fair, they are branded like cattle, and then driven to toil, to starve, and to languish for a few years on the dif fer ent plantations of these citizens. And for whom must they work? For persons they know not, and who have no other power over them than that of vio lence; no other right than what this accursed metal has given them! Strange order of things! Oh, Nature, where are thou?— Are not these blacks thy children as well as we? On the other side, nothing is to be seen but the most diffusive misery and wretchedness, unrelieved even in thought or wish! Day after day they drudge on without any prospect of ever reaping for them- selves; they are obliged to devote their lives, their limbs, their will, and every vital exertion to swell the wealth of masters; who look not upon them with half the kindness and affection with which they consider their dogs and horses. Kindness and affection are not the portion of those who till the earth, who carry the burdens, who convert the logs into useful boards. This reward, simple and natu ral as one would conceive it, would border on humanity; and planters must have none of it!

* * * A clergyman settled a few years ago at George- Town,7 and feeling as I do now, warmly recommended to the planters, from the pulpit, a relaxation of severity; he introduced the benignity of Chris tian ity, and pathetically made use of the admirable precepts of that system to melt the hearts of his

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8. Lacedemonia was a country in the Peloponnese region of the ancient world. The inhabitants of its capital, Sparta— who were known as Spartans or Lacedemonians— enslaved the inhabitants of the

town of Helos, who were known as Helotes. In the ancient world, the Peloponnese region of Laco- nia, or Lacedemonia, was a country.

congregation into a greater degree of compassion toward their slaves than had been hitherto customary; “Sir (said one of his hearers) we pay you a genteel salary to read to us the prayers of the liturgy, and to explain to us such parts of the Gospel as the rule of the church directs; but we do not want you to teach us what we are to do with our blacks.” The clergyman found it prudent to withhold any farther admonition. Whence this aston- ishing right, or rather this barbarous custom, for most certainly we have no kind of right beyond that of force? We are told, it is true, that slavery can- not be so repugnant to human nature as we at "rst imagine, because it has been practiced in all ages, and in all nations: the Lacedemonians8 them- selves, those great assertors of liberty, conquered the Helotes with the design of making them their slaves; the Romans, whom we consider as our masters in civil and military policy, lived in the exercise of the most horrid oppression; they conquered to plunder and to enslave. What a hideous aspect the face of the earth must then have exhibited! Provinces, towns, districts, often depopulated; their inhabitants driven to Rome, the greatest market in the world, and there sold by thousands! The Roman dominions were tilled by the hands of unfortunate people, who had once been, like their victors free, rich, and possessed of every bene"t society can confer; until they became subject to the cruel right of war, and to lawless force. Is there then no superintending power who conducts the moral operations of the world, as well as the physical? The same sublime hand which guides the planets round the sun with so much exactness, which preserves the arrangement of the whole with such exalted wisdom and paternal care, and prevents the vast system from falling into confusion; doth it abandon mankind to all the errors, the follies, and the miseries, which their most frantic rage, and their most dangerous vices and passions can produce?

* * * Everywhere one part of the human species are taught the art of shedding the blood of the other; of setting "re to their dwellings; of leveling the works of their industry: half of the existence of nations regularly employed in destroying other nations. What little po liti cal felicity is to be met with here and there, has cost oceans of blood to purchase; as if good was never to be the portion of unhappy man. Republics, kingdoms, monarchies, founded either on fraud or successful vio lence, increase by pursuing the steps of the same policy, until they are destroyed in their turn, either by the induence of their own crimes, or by more successful but equally criminal enemies.

If from this general review of human nature, we descend to the examina- tion of what is called civilized society; there the combination of every natu- ral and arti"cial want, makes us pay very dear for what little share of po liti cal felicity we enjoy. It is a strange heterogeneous assemblage of vices and vir- tues, and of a variety of other princi ples, forever at war, forever jarring, for- ever producing some dangerous, some distressing extreme. Where do you conceive then that nature intended we should be happy? Would you prefer

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the state of men in the woods, to that of men in a more improved situation? Evil preponderates in both; in the "rst they often eat each other for want of food, and in the other they often starve each other for want of room. For my part, I think the vices and miseries to be found in the latter, exceed those of the former; in which real evil is more scarce, more supportable, and less enormous. Yet we wish to see the earth peopled; to accomplish the happi- ness of kingdoms, which is said to consist in numbers. Gracious God! to what end is the introduction of so many beings into a mode of existence in which they must grope amidst as many errors, commit as many crimes, and meet with as many diseases, wants, and sufferings!

The following scene will I hope account for these melancholy redections, and apologize for the gloomy thoughts with which I have "lled this letter: my mind is, and always has been, oppressed since I became a witness to it. I was not long since invited to dine with a planter who lived three miles from— — , where he then resided. In order to avoid the heat of the sun, I resolved to go on foot, sheltered in a small path, leading through a pleasant wood. I was leisurely traveling along, attentively examining some peculiar plants which I had collected, when all at once I felt the air strongly agitated; though the day was perfectly calm and sultry. I immediately cast my eyes toward the cleared ground, from which I was but at a small distance, in order to see whether it was not occasioned by a sudden shower; when at that instant a sound resembling a deep rough voice, uttered, as I thought, a few inar- ticulate monosyllables. Alarmed and surprised, I precipitately looked all round, when I perceived at about six rods distance something resembling a cage, suspended to the limbs of a tree; all the branches of which appeared covered with large birds of prey, duttering about, and anxiously endeavor- ing to perch on the cage. Actuated by an involuntary motion of my hands, more than by any design of my mind, I "red at them; they all dew to a short distance, with a most hideous noise: when, horrid to think and painful to repeat, I perceived a Negro, suspended in the cage, and left there to expire! I shudder when I recollect that the birds had already picked out his eyes, his cheek bones were bare; his arms had been attacked in several places, and his body seemed covered with a multitude of wounds. From the edges of the hollow sockets and from the lacerations with which he was dis"gured, the blood slowly dropped, and tinged the ground beneath. No sooner were the birds down, than swarms of insects covered the whole body of this unfor- tunate wretch, eager to feed on his mangled desh and to drink his blood. I found myself suddenly arrested by the power of affright and terror; my nerves were convulsed; I trembled, I stood motionless, involuntarily contemplating the fate of this Negro, in all its dismal latitude. The living specter, though deprived of his eyes, could still distinctly hear, and in his uncouth dialect begged me to give him some water to allay his thirst. Humanity herself would have recoiled back with horror; she would have balanced whether to lessen such reliedess distress, or mercifully with one blow to end this dreadful scene of agonizing torture! Had I had a ball in my gun, I certainly should have dispatched him; but "nding myself unable to perform so kind an of"ce, I sought, though trembling, to relieve him as well as I could. A shell ready "xed to a pole, which had been used by some Negroes, presented itself to me; "lled it with water, and with trembling hands I guided it to the quiver- ing lips of the wretched sufferer. Urged by the irresistible power of thirst,

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he endeavored to meet it, as he instinctively guessed its approach by the noise it made in passing through the bars of the cage. “Tankè, you whitè man, tankè you, putè somè poison and givè me.” “How long have you been hang- ing there?” I asked him. “Two days, and me no die; the birds, the birds; aaah me!” Oppressed with the redections which this shocking spectacle afforded me, I mustered strength enough to walk away, and soon reached the house at which I intended to dine. There I heard that the reason for this slave being thus punished was on account of his having killed the overseer of the plan- tation. They told me that the laws of self- preservation rendered such execu- tions necessary; and supported the doctrine of slavery with the arguments generally made use of to justify the practice; with the repetition of which I shall not trou ble you at pres ent.

Adieu.

From Letter X. On Snakes; and on the Humming Bird

* * * As I was one day sitting solitary and pensive in my primitive arbor, my atten- tion was engaged by a strange sort of rustling noise at some paces distant. I looked all around without distinguishing anything, until I climbed one of my great hemp stalks; when to my astonishment, I beheld two snakes of con- siderable length, the one pursuing the other with great celerity through a hemp stubble "eld. The aggressor was of the black kind, six feet long; the fugitive was a water snake, nearly of equal dimensions. They soon met, and in the fury of their "rst encounter, they appeared in an instant "rmly twisted together; and whilst their united tails beat the ground, they mutu- ally tried with open jaws to lacerate each other. What a fell9 aspect did they pres ent! their heads were compressed to a very small size, their eyes dashed "re; and after this condict had lasted about "ve minutes, the second found means to disengage itself from the "rst, and hurried toward the ditch. Its antagonist instantly assumed a new posture, and half creeping and half erect, with a majestic mien, overtook and attacked the other again, which placed itself in the same attitude, and prepared to resist. The scene was uncommon and beautiful; for thus opposed they fought with their jaws, biting each other with the utmost rage; but notwithstanding this appearance of mutual courage and fury, the water snake still seemed desirous of retreating toward the ditch, its natu ral ele ment. This was no sooner perceived by the keen- eyed black one, than twisting its tail twice round a stalk of hemp, and seiz- ing its adversary by the throat, not by means of its jaws, but by twisting its own neck twice round that of the water snake, pulled it back from the ditch. To prevent a defeat the latter took hold likewise of a stalk on the bank, and by the acquisition of that point of re sis tance became a match for its "erce antagonist. Strange was this to behold; two great snakes strongly adhering to the ground mutually fastened together by means of the writhings which lashed them to each other, and stretched at their full length, they pulled but pulled in vain, and in the moments of greatest exertions that part of their bodies which was entwined, seemed extremely small, while the rest

9. Evil.

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appeared indated, and now and then convulsed with strong undulations, rapidly following each other. Their eyes seemed on "re, and ready to start out of their heads; at one time the condict seemed deci ded; the water- snake bent itself into two great folds, and by that operation rendered the other more than commonly outstretched; the next minute the new strug gles of the black one gained an unexpected superiority, it acquired two great folds likewise, which necessarily extended the body of its adversary in proportion as it had contracted its own. These efforts were alternate; victory seemed doubtful, inclining sometimes to the one side and sometimes to the other; until at last the stalk to which the black snake fastened, suddenly gave way, and in consequence of this accident they both plunged into the ditch. The water did not extinguish their vindictive rage; for by their agitations I could trace, though not distinguish their mutual attacks. They soon reappeared on the surface twisted together, as in their "rst onset; but the black snake seemed to retain its wonted superiority, for its head was exactly "xed above that of the other, which it incessantly pressed down under the water, until it was stided, and sunk. The victor no sooner perceived its enemy incapable of farther re sis tance, than abandoning it to the current, it returned on shore and dis appeared.

From Letter XII. Distresses of a Frontier Man

I wish for a change of place; the hour is come at last, that I must dy from my house and abandon my farm! But what course shall I steer, enclosed as I am? The climate best adapted to my pres ent situation and humor1 would be the polar regions, where six months day and six months night divide the dull year: nay, a simple Aurora Borealis would suf"ce me, and greatly refresh my eyes, fatigued now by so many disagreeable objects. The severity of those climates, that great gloom, where melancholy dwells, would be perfectly analogous to the turn of my mind. Oh, could I remove my plantation to the shores of the Oby,2 willingly would I dwell in the hut of a Samoyede, with cheerfulness would I go and bury myself in the cavern of a Laplander. Could I but carry my family along with me, I would winter at Pello, or Tobolsky, in order to enjoy the peace and innocence of that country. But let me arrive under the pole, or reach the antipodes,3 I never can leave behind me the remembrance of the dreadful scenes to which I have been a witness; there- fore never can I be happy! Happy, why would I mention that sweet, that enchanting word? Once happiness was our portion; now it is gone from us, and I am afraid not to be enjoyed again by the pres ent generation! Which- ever way I look, nothing but the most frightful precipices pres ent themselves to my view, in which hundreds of my friends and acquaintances have already perished: of all animals that live on the surface of this planet, what is man when no longer connected with society; or when he "nds himself surrounded by a convulsed and a half- dissolved one? He cannot live in solitude, he must belong to some community bound by some ties, however imperfect. Men

1. Temperament. 2. A river in Siberia, the approximate region referred to in this sentence and the next one. Samoyedes are a Siberian people. Laplanders can be the Sami people or others living in Lapland, a

far- northern region near Siberia. Pello is a town in Lapland. Tobolsky, or Tobolsk, is a town in Siberia. 3. I.e., even if I travel far south— below the south pole on to Australia and New Zealand.

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mutually support and add to the boldness and con"dence of each other; the weakness of each is strengthened by the force of the whole. I had never before these calamitous times formed any such ideas; I lived on, labored and prospered, without having ever studied on what the security of my life and the foundation of my prosperity were established: I perceived them just as they left me. Never was a situation so singularly terrible as mine, in every pos si ble re spect, as a member of an extensive society, as a citizen of an infe- rior division of the same society, as a husband, as a father, as a man who exquisitely feels for the miseries of others as well as for his own! But alas! so much is every thing now subverted among us, that the very word misery, with which we were hardly acquainted before, no longer conveys the same ideas; or rather tired with feeling for the miseries of others, every one feels now for himself alone. When I consider myself as connected in all these characters, as bound by so many cords, all uniting in my heart, I am seized with a fever of the mind, I am transported beyond that degree of calmness which is nec- essary to delineate our thoughts. I feel as if my reason wanted to leave me, as if it would burst its poor weak tenement: again I try to compose myself, I grow cool, and preconceiving the dreadful loss, I endeavor to retain the use- ful guest.

* * * Must I then bid farewell to Britain, to that renowned country? Must I renounce a name so ancient and so venerable? Alas, she herself, that once indulgent parent, forces me to take up arms against her. She herself "rst inspired the most unhappy citizens of our remote districts with the thoughts of shedding the blood of those whom they used to call by the name of friends and brethren. That great nation which now convulses the world; which hardly knows the extent of her Indian kingdoms; which looks toward the universal monarchy of trade, of industry, of riches, of power: why must she strew our poor frontiers with the carcasses of her friends, with the wrecks of our insigni"cant villages, in which there is no gold? When, oppressed by painful recollection, I revolve all these scattered ideas in my mind; when I contemplate my situation, and the thousand streams of evil with which I am surrounded; when I descend into the par tic u lar tendency even of the rem- edy I have proposed, I am convulsed— convulsed sometimes to that degree, as to be tempted to exclaim— Why has the master of the world permitted so much indiscriminate evil throughout every part of this poor planet, at all times, and among all kinds of people? It ought surely to be the punishment of the wicked only. I bring that cup to my lips, of which I must soon taste, and shudder at its bitterness. What then is life, I ask myself, is it a gracious gift? No, it is too bitter; a gift means something valuable conferred, but life appears to be a mere accident, and of the worst kind: we are born to be vic- tims of diseases and passions, of mischances and death: better not to be than to be miserable.— Thus impiously I roam, I dy from one erratic thought to another, and my mind, irritated by these acrimonious redections, is ready sometimes to lead me to dangerous extremes of vio lence. When I recollect that I am a father, and a husband, the return of these endearing ideas strikes deep into my heart. Alas! they once made it to glow with plea sure and with every ravishing exultation; but now they "ll it with sorrow. At other times, my wife industriously rouses me out of these dreadful meditations, and

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4. I.e., living as an American Indian. A wigwam is a hut or lodge, usually built of poles and cov-

ered with skins, mats, or bark.

soothes me by all the reasoning she is mistress of; but her endeavors only serve to make me more miserable, by redecting that she must share with me all these calamities, the bare apprehensions of which I am afraid will sub- vert her reason. Nor can I with patience think that a beloved wife, my faith- ful helpmate, throughout all my rural schemes, the principal hand which has assisted me in rearing the prosperous fabric of ease and in de pen dence I lately possessed, as well as my children, those tenants of my heart, should daily and nightly be exposed to such a cruel fate. Self- preservation is above all po liti cal precepts and rules, and even superior to the dearest opinions of our minds; a reasonable accommodation of ourselves to the vari ous exigen- cies of the times in which we live is the most irresistible precept. To this great evil I must seek some sort of remedy adapted to remove or to palliate it; situated as I am, what steps should I take that will neither injure nor insult any of the parties, and at the same time save my family from that certain destruction which awaits it if I remain here much longer. Could I insure them bread, safety, and subsistence, not the bread of idleness, but that earned by proper labor as heretofore; could this be accomplished by the sacri"ce of my life, I would willingly give it up. I attest before heaven that it is only for these I would wish to live and to toil: for these whom I have brought into this miserable existence. I resemble, methinks, one of the stones of a ruined arch, still retaining that pristine form that anciently "tted the place I occu- pied, but the center is tumbled down; I can be nothing until I am replaced, either in the former circle or in some stronger one. I see one on a smaller scale, and at a considerable distance, but it is within my power to reach it: and since I have ceased to consider myself as a member of the ancient state now convulsed, I willingly descend into an inferior one. I will revert into a state approaching nearer to that of nature, unencumbered either with volu- minous laws or contradictory codes, often galling the very necks of those whom they protect; and at the same time suf"ciently remote from the bru- tality of unconnected savage nature. Do you, my friend, perceive the path I have found out? it is that which leads to the tenants of the great— — village of— — , where, far removed from the accursed neighborhood of Eu ro pe ans, its inhabitants live with more ease, decency, and peace than you imagine: where, though governed by no laws, yet "nd, in uncontaminated simple man- ners all that laws can afford. Their system is suf"ciently complete to answer all the primary wants of man and to constitute him a social being, such as he ought to be in the great forest of nature. There it is that I have resolved at any rate to transport myself and family: an eccentric thought, you may say, thus to cut asunder all former connections, and to form new ones with a people whom nature has stamped with such dif fer ent characteristics! But as the happiness of my family is the only object of my wishes, I care very little where we be, or where we go, provided that we are safe and all united together.

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entertain not the least apprehension from them. I rely more securely on their strong hospitality than on the witnessed compacts of many Eu ro pe ans. As soon as pos si ble after my arrival, I design to build myself a wigwam, after the same manner and size with the rest, in order to avoid being thought sin- gular, or giving occasion for any railleries; though these people are seldom guilty of such Eu ro pean follies. I shall erect it hard by5 the lands which they propose to allot me, and will endeavor that my wife, my children, and myself may be adopted soon after our arrival. Thus becoming truly inhabit- ants of their village, we shall immediately occupy that rank within the pale6 of their society which will afford us all the amends we can possibly expect for the loss we have met with by the convulsions of our own. According to their customs we shall likewise receive names from them, by which we shall always be known. My youn gest children shall learn to swim and to shoot with the bow, that they may acquire such talents as will necessarily raise them into some degree of esteem among the Indian lads of their own age; the rest of us must hunt with the hunters. I have been for several years an expert marksman; but I dread lest the imperceptible charm of Indian edu- cation may seize my younger children and give them such a propensity to that mode of life as may preclude their returning to the manners and cus- toms of their parents. I have but one remedy to prevent this great evil; and that is, to employ them in the labor of the "elds as much as I can; I am even resolved to make their daily subsistence depend altogether on it. As long as we keep ourselves busy in tilling the earth, there is no fear of any of us becoming wild; it is the chase and the food it procures that have this strange effect. Excuse a simile— those hogs which range in the woods, and to whom grain is given once a week, preserve their former degree of tameness; but if, on the contrary, they are reduced to live on ground nuts, and on what they can get, they soon become wild and "erce. For my part, I can plow, sow, and hunt, as occasion may require; but my wife, deprived of wool and dax, will have no room for industry,7 what is she then to do? like the other squaws, she must cook for us the nasaump, the ninchické,8 and such other prepara- tions of corn as are customary among these people. She must learn to bake squashes and pumpkins under the ashes; to slice and smoke the meat of our own killing, in order to preserve it; she must cheerfully adopt the manners and customs of her neighbors, in their dress, deportment, conduct, and inter- nal economy, in all re spects. Surely if we can have fortitude enough to quit all we have, to remove so far, and to associate with people so dif fer ent from us, these necessary compliances are but part of the scheme. The change of garments, when those they carry with them are worn out, will not be the least of my wife’s and daughter’s concerns: though I am in hopes that self- love will invent some sort of reparation. Perhaps you would not believe that there are in the woods looking- glasses, and paint of every color; and that the inhabitants take as much pains to adorn their faces and their bodies, to "x their bracelets of silver, and plait their hair, as our forefathers the Picts9 used to do in the time of the Romans. Not that I would wish to see either my wife or daughter adopt those savage customs; we can live in great peace and harmony with them without descending to every article; the interrup-

5. Built it right near. 6. Bounds. 7. House hold work.

8. Like nasaump, a kind of cornmeal mush. 9. Ancient people of northern Britain.

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1. Smallpox. 2. The Ten Commandments.

3. Prayers.

tion of trade hath, I hope, suspended this mode of dress. My wife under- stands inoculation perfectly well, she inoculated all our children one after another, and has successfully performed the operation on several scores of people, who, scattered here and there through our woods, were too far removed from all medical assistance. If we can persuade but one family to submit to it, and it succeeds, we shall then be as happy as our situation will admit of; it will raise her into some degree of consideration, for whoever is useful in any society will always be respected. If we are so fortunate as to carry one family through a disorder, which is the plague1 among these people, I trust to the force of example, we shall then become truly necessary, val- ued, and beloved; we indeed owe every kind of"ce to a society of men who so readily offer to admit us into their social partnership, and to extend to my family the shelter of their village, the strength of their adoption, and even the dignity of their names. God grant us a prosperous beginning, we may then hope to be of more ser vice to them than even missionaries who have been sent to preach to them a Gospel they cannot understand.

As to religion, our mode of worship will not suffer much by this removal from a cultivated country, into the bosom of the woods; for it cannot be much simpler than that which we have followed here these many years: and I will with as much care as I can, redouble my attention, and twice a week, retrace to them the great outlines of their duty to God and to man. I will read and expound to them some part of the decalogue,2 which is the method I have pursued ever since I married.

* * * Thus then in the village of— — , in the bosom of that peace it has enjoyed ever since I have known it, connected with mild hospitable people, strang- ers to our po liti cal disputes, and having none among themselves; on the shores of a "ne river, surrounded with woods, abounding with game; our little society united in perfect harmony with the new adoptive one, in which we shall be incorporated, shall rest I hope from all fatigues, from all appre- hensions, from our pres ent terrors, and from our long watchings. Not a word of politics shall cloud our simple conversation; tired either with the chase or the labor of the "eld, we shall sleep on our mats without any distressing want, having learnt to retrench every superduous one: we shall have but two prayers to make to the Supreme Being, that He may shed His fertilizing dew on our little crops, and that He will be pleased to restore peace to our unhappy country. These shall be the only subject of our nightly prayers, and of our daily ejaculations:3 and if the labor, the industry, the frugality, the union of men can be an agreeable offering to Him, we shall not fail to receive His paternal blessings. There I shall contemplate Nature in her most wild and ample extent; I shall carefully study a species of society, of which I have at pres ent but very imperfect ideas; I will endeavor to occupy with propriety that place which will enable me to enjoy the few and suf"cient bene"ts it confers. The solitary and unconnected mode of life I have lived in my youth must "t me for this trial, I am not the "rst who has attempted it; Eu ro pe ans did not, it is true, carry to the wilderness numerous families; they went there

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as merely speculators; I, as a man seeking a refuge from the desolation of war. They went there to study the manner of the aborigines; I to conform to them, what ever they are; some went as visitors, as travelers; I as a sojourner, as a fellow hunter and laborer, go determined industriously to work up among them such a system of happiness as may be adequate to my future situation, and may be a suf"cient compensation for all my fatigues and for the misfor- tunes I have borne: I have always found it at home, I may hope likewise to "nd it under the humble roof of my wigwam.

O Supreme Being! if among the im mense variety of planets, inhabited by Thy creative power, Thy paternal and omnipotent care deigns to extend to all the individuals they contain; if it be not beneath Thy in"nite dignity to cast Thy eye on us wretched mortals; if my future felicity is not contrary to the necessary effects of those secret causes which Thou hast appointed, receive the supplications of a man, to whom in Thy kindness Thou hast given a wife and an offspring: View us all with benignity, sanctify this strong con- dict of regrets, wishes, and other natu ral passions; guide our steps through these unknown paths, and bless our future mode of life. If it is good and well meant, it must proceed from Thee; Thou knowest, O Lord, our enter- prise contains neither fraud, nor malice, nor revenge. Bestow on me that energy of conduct now become so necessary, that it may be in my power to carry the young family Thou hast given me through this great trial with safety and in Thy peace. Inspire me with such intentions and such rules of conduct as may be most acceptable to Thee. Preserve, O God, preserve the companion of my bosom, the best gift Thou hast given me: endue her with courage and strength suf"cient to accomplish this perilous journey. Bless the children of our love, those portions of our hearts; I implore Thy divine assistance, speak to their tender minds, and inspire them with the love of that virtue which alone can serve as the basis of their conduct in this world, and of their happiness with Thee. Restore peace and concord to our poor afdicted country, assuage the "erce storm which has so long ravaged it. Per- mit, I beseech Thee, O Father of Nature, that our ancient virtues, and our industry, may not be totally lost: and that as a reward for the great toils we have made on this new land, we may be restored to our ancient tranquillity, and enabled to "ll it with successive generations, that will constantly thank Thee for the ample subsistence Thou hast given them.

The unreserved manner in which I have written must give you a con- vincing proof of that friendship and esteem, of which I am sure you never yet doubted. As members of the same society, as mutually bound by the ties of affection and old acquaintance, you certainly cannot avoid feeling for my distresses; you cannot avoid mourning with me over that load of physical and moral evil with which we are all oppressed. My own share of it I often overlook when I minutely contemplate all that hath befallen our native country.

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ANNIS BOUDINOT STOCKTON 1736–1801

A nnis Boudinot Stockton spent her life surrounded by induential people, a fact that was closely related to her poetic pursuits. Shortly after her birth, in Darby, Pennsylvania, her parents moved to Philadelphia, where they lived next to Benjamin Franklin’s post of"ce; in 1751, they enrolled her brothers John and Elias in the Acad- emy and College of Philadelphia, a secondary school cofounded by Franklin. After the family moved to Prince ton, New Jersey, some two years later, they lived for a time in a house rented from the Reverend Aaron Burr, then serving as the president of Prince ton University, and his wife, Esther Edwards Burr, the daughter of Jonathan Edwards. (The Burrs’ son, Aaron, Jr., who was born in 1756, became the vice president of the United States in 1801 and, three years later, famously killed the statesman Alexander Hamilton in a duel.) Annis and Esther became quite close. Around 1757, Annis married Richard Stockton, a prominent lawyer and a favorite of Loyalist New Jersey governor William Franklin (Benjamin’s illegitimate son, to whom the "rst part of The Autobiography is addressed). Stockton eventually joined the patriot cause, and as a New Jersey delegate to the Second Continental Congress, he signed the Declara- tion of In de pen dence in 1776. That same year, Annis and Richard’s daughter Julia married Benjamin Rush, a leading physician, intellectual, and public servant, who also signed the Declaration. Annis’s brother Elias was a delegate to the Second Con- tinental Congress and served for a year as its president. Long after his sister’s death, Elias became the "rst president of the American Bible Society and the benefactor of Buck Watie, the Cherokee tribal leader and editor of the Cherokee Phoenix, who took Elias Boudinot’s name as a gesture of re spect. In short, Annis Boudinot Stockton was at the center of a network of socially prominent and po liti cally induential men. The women who were associated with those men often exerted induence in ways that were less direct but could be at least equally signi"cant.

In her roles as Richard’s wife and Elias’s sister, Stockton served in a semipublic capacity as the hostess at Morven, the Stocktons’ elegant estate in Prince ton, where she counted George and Martha Custis Washington among her guests. With its lav- ish gardens— a source of enjoyment and inspiration for Annis— the property required a considerable labor force, and enslaved people provided at least part of that labor. Richard had been raised a Quaker, but the Stocktons owned slaves at a time when the Society of Friends was becoming increasingly "rm in its opposition to the practice. Annis (whose background was French Huguenot, i.e., Protestant) appears to have continued to own slaves after Richard’s death, perhaps because she wished to remain at her beloved Morven rather than move in with her daughter.

Residing within a network of social privilege and po liti cal power, Annis Stockton assumed the authority of her station in vari ous ways, one of which was by writing and publishing poetry. Several of her topical poems that address leading events and "gures of the day were printed in newspapers, and she sent some of her strongly nationalist poems in cele bration of George Washington to the object of her praise. While her associations with induential male "gures are impor tant for understand- ing Stockton’s work, so too are her networks of friends, mainly though not exclu- sively women. Women such as Esther Burr provided Stockton with an intellectual atmosphere and an audience for her poetry that shaped the poems themselves.

Stockton’s milieu and her writings defy certain common ideas about poetry. In William Words worth’s preface to the second edition of Lyrical Ballads (1800), the

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groundbreaking Romantic work that he coauthored with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Words worth de"ned poetry as “the spontaneous overdow of power ful feelings” that “takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” This de"nition seems to suggest that solitude is essential to poetic composition, but the writing and reading of poetry were and often continued to be intensely social activities. In Boudinot’s day, poems might be composed at regular social gatherings in private homes, called “salons.” Works written there or composed elsewhere were often read aloud to the assembled guests, and later circulated in manuscript. Some participants in these lit- erary networks kept “commonplace books,” that is, manuscript books where they recorded their own and one another’s poems. At other times, writers circulated man- uscript collections of their own work, as did Stockton’s close friend Elizabeth Graeme Fergusson, a writer and intellectual described by one admirer as “the most learned woman in Amer i ca.” The network involving Stockton and Fergusson also included

Annis Boudinot Stockton. This undated painting of Stockton is by an unidenti"ed American artist.

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Hannah Grif"tts, Deborah Logan, Milcah Martha Moore, and Susanna Wright. Moore kept a commonplace book that contains the only known copies of many works by these women. Stockton collected the main body of her poetry in a large manu- script volume that she labeled “Only for the Eye of a Friend.” Held in the archives of the New Jersey Historical Society, the volume "rst appeared in print in 1995.

The poetry that was the coin of such literary networks was typically modeled on the work of British neoclassical poets, notably John Dryden and Alexander Pope. In Protestant Amer i ca, John Milton was another impor tant induence. Stockton produced works in all the major poetic genres, including odes, elegies, sonnets, and hymns. Her subjects ranged from the battle of the sexes, to pastoral cele brations of rural life, to the major events of the Revolution and early republic. She also wrote elegies, including annual tributes to Richard after his death. The scope of her work is remarkable, and at its best so is its wit, technical mastery, sensibility, and intelligence.

The following texts are from Only for the Eye of a Friend: The Poems of Annis Boudinot Stockton (1995), edited by Carla Mulford. The bracketed insertions are Mulford’s.

A Hymn Written in the Year 1753

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Jesus thy Servant is resign’d To thy unerring will; Oh; may my heart be more inclin’d Thy precepts to ful"ll.

2

Do with me what thou thinkest best, 5 Conform my soul to thee, Stamp thy dear image on my breast And ne’er depart from me

3

For in thy blissful smiles I live— More sweet than life’s thy love, 10 And in thy favour is Contain’d The heaven I hope above.

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Thou art my soul’s honour and wealth Her bliss and friendship too, The source of all her peace and health 15 And every joy in view.

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Then lead me thro the giddy path Of youth’s deceitful road, Nor leave me to the tempter’s wrath My Saviour and my God 20

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And at the last and gloomy hour When death my desh invades, Oh! let thy staff thy crook thy power Support me through the shades.

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Then with thy presence gild the gloom 25 Of that tremendous vale O! guide the wandering exile home Nor let my foes prevail.

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But let thy spirit whisper peace, And shew my sins forgiven; 30 Make ev’ry doubt and sorrow cease, And antedate my heaven1

1753 1995

An Elegiack Ode on the 28th Day of February [1782]. The Anniversary of Mr. [Stockton’s] Death

Mr. COLLINS,

The following elegant little ode, written by a lady on the anniver- sary of her husband’s death, tho’ it deserves a more lasting remem- brance than a Gazette can give it, yet, in the mean- time, may serve to entertain your ingenious readers. Sent to me as a friend, I have to beg her excuse for thus exposing her grief to the eyes of the pub- lick, while I wish to shew it, her wit.

A.B.1

I’ve heard the tempest howl along the plain, And screaming winds pour forth a dreadful blast; While deaks2 of snow and sheets of driving rain Presented nature as a dreary waste.

1. That is, make heaven pres ent to her during her life. 1. This poem was submitted by “A.B.” (possibly

Aaron Burr, Jr.,) to the New Jersey Gazette, where it was "rst published. 2. Flakes.

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Howl now ye tempests, blow ye winds around— 5 Your gloomy sounds are music to my ear; Such as I never yet in zephyrs3 found, Tho’ fan’d by purple wings of vernal air. The gloomy sound, according with my wo, Spreads a soft melancholy o’er my mind, 10 That sooths my pangs, and gives the tender dow Of lenient drops, to sorrow ever kind. Ah! what avails my sorrows’ sad complaint, While in the grave my Lucius4 breathless lies? The turf enshrines the dust; the skies the saint; 15 But left behind the hapless mourner dies. Each day I "nd the anguish more severe; In crouds, in solitude, at home, abroad— Bereav’d of all my inmost soul held dear, I "nd her sinking fast beneath the load. 20 No change of circumstance, no varying scene, Can draw the deep, envenom’d, barbed dart: Tho’ care maternal, prompts the look serene;5 The anxious sigh, still wrings the mother’s heart. Oh! on this day, may each revolving year, 25 Be mark’d by nature’s sympathetic groan! Nor sighing gales, deny the pitying tear, While at his tomb, I make my silent moan! The weeping winds, report my tender grief— And see! a group celestial hastening down, 30 To share my wo, and bring my pain relief, By holding up a bright immortal crown! Religion "rst, with Heaven’s resplendent beam, Pres ents a glass to meet my tearful eye— Behold! behind this life’s impervious screen, 35 My fav’rite son, and wipe your sorrows dry. Then friendship, science, liberty, and truth, Write on his tomb, in characters sublime, Approve the efforts, of his age and youth, To hand their induence down to future time. 40 The graces too, by eloquence led on, With cypress garlands strew his hallowed grave:6 For they had fondly mark’d him as their own— But vain their power, and induence to save! In times when civil discord holds her court; 45 And vice triumphant, keeps his ancient post: When most is needed, such a "rm support, They mourn with me, their friend and patron lost.

EMELIA.

February 28, 1782 April 24, 1782

3. Breezes. 4. A pseudonym for Richard, as Emelia, at the end of the poem, is a pseudonym for Annis. 5. I.e., the widow “looks serene” for her children’s sake.

6. Since classical times, cypress has been associated with death. “Graces”: Greek god- desses of qualities such as charm, beauty, and creativity.

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1. Elizabeth Graeme Fergusson wrote out this poem in her copybook with a note explaining that it referred to Stockton’s grand son John Rush, the eldest son of Julia Stockton Rush and Benja- min Rush, who was six at the time the poem was composed. 2. A type of alcoholic beverage. 3. Where sailors registered with an of"cial before going to sea.

1. Elias Boudinot may have sent Washington a written copy of this poem in 1779. The poem was "rst published in Columbian Magazine 1. 2. Stockton’s home in Prince ton, New Jersey. 3. King George III’s British Army; possibly also a reference to Hessians, i.e., German merce- nary soldiers. 4. Richard Stockton had inspected Washing- ton’s troops in the late fall of 1776.

On a Little Boy Going to Play on a Place from Whence He Had Just Fallen1

So the wreckd mari ner who tos’d on shore Hears the wind whistle and the billows roar Hous’d in some humble cot he vows in vain Never to trust the faithless deep again But warm’d and cloath’d to the "rst port repairs 5 And in a can of dip2 forgets his fears. The Seamens Register3 he hastes to seek

And sets his name to sail within a week

c. 1783 1995

Addressed to General Washington, in the Year 1777, after the Battles of Trenton and Prince ton1

The muse affrighted at the clash of arms, And all the dire calamities of war, From Morven’s2 peaceful shades has long retir’d, And left her faithful votary to mourn, In sighs, not numbers, o’er her native land. 5 Dear native land, whom George’s hostile slaves3 Have drench’d with blood, and spread destruction round, But thou, thy country’s better genius come, Heroic Washington, and aid my song! While I the won ders of thy deeds relate, 10 Thy martial ardor, and thy temp’rate zeal— Describe the fortitude, the saint like patience, With which thou hast sustain’d the greatest load, That ever guardian of his country bore. What muse can sing the hardships thou endur’d; 15 Unarm’d, uncloth’d, undisciplin’d thy men;4 In winter’s cold unhospitable reign; And press’d by numerous hosts of veteran troops, All well appointed for the hardy "ght: When quite deserted by the tatter’d bands 20 Which form’d thy camp (all but a chosen few, Of spirits like thy own) was forced to dy

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5. Washington had been defeated twice in the Hudson River region: on Long Island in August 1776 and in White Plains in October. The Brit- ish continued to advance across the Hudson, pushing Washington’s troops through New Jersey. To escape the British, the Stocktons left Prince- ton in November. 6. The women of New Jersey. Stockton alludes to the name given to the region (Nova Caesaria) in a 1664 land grant from King Charles II to his brother James, the Duke of York and future King James II. 7. I.e., in Washington’s famous crossing of the Delaware River before his successful attack on Trenton on December 26, 1776. 8. Captured German mercenary soldiers, pre- sented in a manner that evokes the ancient Roman treatment of captives.

9. The Roman Empire. In his epic the Aeneid, the Roman poet Virgil (70–19 b.c.e.) relates Aeneas’s rescue of his father and others after the destruction of their city, Troy, and Aeneas’s sub- sequent founding of Rome’s parent town. 1. In Elysium, the ancient Greek Isles of the Blessed, where heroes and patriots went after death. “Laurel”: an evergreen plant traditionally used to crown heroes and other famous people. 2. Classical symbols of majesty. 3. Spirits. Marcus Porcius Cato (95–46 b.c.e) was the Roman defender of republican liberty and opponent of Julius Caesar. Sir Philip Sid- ney (1554–86)— English poet, statesman, and soldier— was a major exponent of classical repub- licanism in the time of Queen Elizabeth I. 4. French. 5. Arbor, attractive dwelling or retreat.

From Hudson’s side5 before the victor foe. Ah! who can paint the horrors of that morn, When fame, with brazen trumpet, sounded loud, 25 That Washington retreats! Caesaria’s maids,6 Old men and matrons, children at the breast, With hair dishevell’d, and with streaming eyes, Implore the God of battles to protect Thee, their best hope, and now their only care. 30 — Oh, greatly favour’d by the God of hosts! He gave to thee to turn the battle’s fate,7 And shew his power to potentates below: While lines of Hessian captive slaves8 announce Thy triumph, and their haughty lords disgrace. 35 — Not good Æneas who his father bore, And all his houshold gods from ruin’d Troy, Was more the founder of the Latian realm,9 Than thou the basis of this mighty fabric, Now rising to my view, of arms, of arts; 40 The seat of glory in the western world. — For thee awaits the patriots shining crown; The laurel blooms in blest elysian groves,1 That twin’d by angel hands shall grace thy brow. A vacant seat among the ancient heroes, 45 Of purple, amarynth and fragrant myrtle,2 Awaits for thee— high rais’d above the rest, By Cato, Sydney, and the sacred shades3 Of bright illustrious line, from Greece and Rome, Gallic,4 American or British shores, 50 And long to hail thee welcome to the bower.5 — Late may they lead thee to the blest abode, And may’st thou meet the plaudit of thy God, While future ages shall enroll thy name In sacred annals of immortal fame. 55

EMELIA.

1777 January 1787

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[L]ines on Hearing of the Death of Doctor Franklin1

Why do I see the power of Genius droop As if on earth they’d lost their only prop? Why do I hear the philanthrophist sigh, And meet each neighbour with a tearful eye; They shake their heads and pensive beat their breast 5 And say alas the friend of man’s at rest.— Franklin no more— his vast unbounded mind Set free to rove with knowledge uncon"n’d From globe to globe their magnitudes to scan Observe their distance motion and their plan 10 View systems new in beauteous order rise And "xed stars that dame in other Skies2 Thro boundless depths of ether3 to survey The electric duid "nd it self a way In forked lightnings wild excentric play4 15 Ah what a scene for philosophic lore— But think of this and ye will weep no more— How rapid is the soul’s immortal growth— How great its pro gress in the search of truth— Compar’d to this all former efforts faint— 20 And the deep sage perfected in the saint.— 5

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1. Franklin died in 1790. 2. Franklin’s scienti"c work included astronomy. 3. Here, the clear sky. 4. Franklin experimented to determine if light-

ning involved electricity. 5. All of Franklin’s achievements pale in com- parison to the “immortal growth” he has experi- enced in death.

JOHN ADAMS ABIGAIL ADAMS 1735–1826 1744–1818

T he correspondence between Abigail Adams and John Adams provides a com-pelling glimpse into the ways that personal lives and po liti cal aspirations inter- sected in the months leading up to the American Declaration of in de pen dence. The couple exchanged exceptionally vivid letters from the time of their courtship until John’s retirement. Passionate and articulate, they exchanged details of their daily activities and wrote about their hopes and fears in ways that bring the meaning of the Revolution alive.

Abigail Smith and John Adams were married on October 25, 1764, and they remained the closest of partners until Abigail’s death, more than "fty years later. She was the daughter of a wealthy Congregational minister from Weymouth, on the South Shore of Mas sa chu setts, and he— a man who was to become the second

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president of the United States— was the son of a farmer from nearby Braintree (now a part of Quincy, Mas sa chu setts). Abigail had no formal schooling because, as she often explained, she was frequently ill as a child. Although this was true, she observed in later years that girls and boys in her youth were not treated equally and that “ daughters” were “wholly neglected in point of Lit er a ture.” She grew up in her grand mother’s house, where “instruction and amusement” were blended together. With a remarkable native intelligence, easy access to her father’s library, and a good ear for assimilating conversation heard in the parsonage, she developed both a grasp of the Greek and Roman classics, which were constant references for the Revolutionary generation, and an appreciation for modern lit er a ture.

John Adams graduated from Harvard College in 1755. He taught school for a short time in Worcester, Mas sa chu setts, but the roles of teacher and preacher were too closely joined for his taste, and he was made uncomfortable by any association with “frigid” Calvinism. He studied law instead and was admitted to the Boston bar in 1758. The following year, he met Abigail. Although he preferred a country law practice to one in the city and trea sured his Braintree farm, he found it impossible to support a growing family— the Adamses eventually had "ve children— with only a country clientele, so in 1768 they moved to Boston. John Adams’s opposition to the British Parliament’s Stamp Act of 1765 and his defense of Mas sa chu setts radicals such as John Hancock identi"ed him as one who would support the cause of in de pen dence, and in June 1774 he was elected as a Mas sa chu setts delegate to the First Congress of the Colonies, later known as the First Continental Congress. He left Braintree for Philadelphia on August 10, and for the next twenty- six years, ten of them spent abroad, he was a famous and sometimes controversial "gure in American public life. He was elected vice president under George Washington for two terms (1788 and 1792) and president in 1796. After losing the presidential election of 1800 to Thomas Jefferson, he retired to Braintree, eager to lead the rural life he had spoken about so wistfully while holding public of"ce. During John’s public career, Abigail oversaw the daily life of the farm, astutely managing money, property, animals, and people.

From the time that John Adams left Mas sa chu setts in 1774 until he returned from Paris in 1783, the couple exchanged more than three hundred letters. Their grand son published a se lection in the nineteenth century, and new editions con- tinue to appear. Their correspondence was exceptional but not unusual. The art- fully composed personal letter, often intended for public or semipublic circulation, already had a long history when the En glish novelist Samuel Richardson helped make it an essential middle class genre with his induential writing guide, Letters Written to and for Par tic u lar Friends, on the Most Impor tant Occasions (1741). Rich- ardson, who also wrote the popular epistolary novels Pamela; or Virtue Rewarded (1740) and Cla ris sa: or, the History of a Young Lady (1748), made the letter form accessible to more kinds of writers, especially women.

An admirer of Richardson’s "ction, Abigail crafted her epistolary style with care. When she remonstrated with John, writing “That your Sex are Naturally Tyrannical is a Truth so thoroughly established as to admit of no dispute,” and pointedly instructed him to “Remember the Ladies” in the new “Code of Laws” then being contemplated or they would “foment a rebellion,” she used a language born in part from Richardson’s works. John, too, was induenced by Richardson, in one famous passage alluding to Cla ris sa: more skeptical of extending po liti cal and legal rights than his wife, John Adams complained to a dif fer ent correspondent, “Democracy is Lovelace, and the people are Cla ris sa. The artful villain will pursue the innocent lovely girl to her ruin and her death.” Notwithstanding this difference in perspec- tive, the letters between Abigail and John provide an extraordinary rec ord of a long and happy marriage as well as a vivid portrait of a nation seeking its identity.

From The Letters1

Abigail Adams to John Adams

[classical parallels]

Braintree August 19 1774 The great distance between us, makes the time appear very long to me. It

seems already a month since you left me.2 The great anxiety I feel for my Country, for you and for our family renders the day tedious, and the night unpleasant. The Rocks and quick Sands appear upon every Side. What course you can or will take is all wrapt in the Bosom of futurity. Uncertainty and expectation leave the mind great Scope. Did ever any Kingdom or State regain their Liberty, when once it was invaded [,] without Blood shed? I can- not think of it without horror.

Yet we are told that all the Misfortunes of Sparta were occasiond by their too great Sollicitude for pres ent tranquility, and by an excessive love of peace they neglected the means of making it sure and lasting.3 They ought to have redected says Polibius that as there is nothing more desirable, or advantages4 than peace, when founded in justice and honour, so there is nothing more

1. The texts are from Adams Family Correspon- dence (1963), two vols., edited by L. H. Butter- "eld. The original spellings are unchanged. The bracketed insertions are Butter"eld’s. Words in angle brackets identify the writer’s earlier choice of a word. 2. John had left Braintree on August 10. 3. In 338 b.c.e., Philip II, king of Macedon

(382–336 b.c.e.), invaded Greece. The citizens of the Greek city of Sparta protected only their own territory and not the other Greek city-states. As a result Greece fell and subsequently was transformed from a democracy into a monarchy. 4. Advantageous. “Polibius”: Polybius (c. 205– 125 b.c.e.), Greek historian and author of a his- tory of Rome.

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Abigail Adams and John Adams. Benjamin Blyth executed these pastel portraits of the Adamses in 1766. Perhaps the most famous married couple in the new republic, the Adamses carried on an extensive and revealing correspondence about po liti cal as well as domestic matters.

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5. Mercy Otis Warren (1728–1814), Mas sa- chu setts writer, well known as a correspondent and friend of the leading po liti cal "gures of her day; wife of the statesman James Warren (1726– 1808). 6. Philip of Macedon had invaded Greece under the pretext that part of a Greek tribe known as the Locrians, in the town of Amphissa, were resisting the authority of the Amphictionic League, a neighboring council of states. 7. John owned the "fth edition (1768) of Ancient History, by Charles Rollion (1661–1741), rector of

the University of Paris. 8. Their seven- year- old son. 9. Julius Caesar died on the Ides of March in 44 b.c.e. 1. Thomas Cushing (1725–1788), a Mas sa chu- setts delegate to the Continental Congress. 2. John Rutledge (1739–1800), later governor of South Carolina. John Jay (1745–1829), New York jurist. 3. Samuel Adams (1722–1803), a Mas sa chu setts patriot.

shameful and at the same time more pernicious when attained by bad mea- sures, and purchased at the price of liberty.

I have received a most charming Letter from our Friend Mrs. W[arre]n.5 She desires me to tell you that her best wishes attend you thro your journey both as a Friend and patriot— hopes you will have no uncommon dif"cul- ties to surmount or Hostile Movements to impeade you— but if the Locri- ans should interrupt you, she hop[e]s you will beware that no future Annals may say you chose an ambitious Philip for your Leader, who subverted the noble order of the American Amphyctions, and built up a Monarchy on the Ruins of the happy institution.6

I have taken a very great fondness for reading Rollin’s ancient History since you left me.7 I am determined to go thro with it if pos si ble in these my days of solitude. I "nd great plea sure and entertainment from it, and I have per- swaided Johnny8 to read me a page or two every day, and hope he will from his desire to oblige me entertain a fondness for it.— We have had a charming rain which lasted 12 hours and has greatly revived the dying fruits of the earth.

I want much to hear from you. I long impatiently to have you upon the Stage of action. The "rst of September or the month of September, perhaps may be of as much importance to Great Britan as the Ides of March were to Ceaser.9 I wish you every Publick as well, as private blessing, and that wis- dom which is pro"table both for instruction and edi"cation to conduct you in this dif"cult day.— The little dock remember Pappa, and kindly wish to see him. So does your most affectionate

Abigail Adams

1774 1848

John Adams to Abigail Adams

[prayers at the congress]

Phyladelphia Septr. 16. 1774 Having a Leisure Moment, while the Congress is assembling, I gladly

embrace it to write you a Line. When the Congress "rst met, Mr. Cushing1 made a Motion, that it should

be opened with Prayer. It was opposed by Mr. Jay of N. York and Mr. Rut- ledge of South Carolina,2 because we were so divided in religious Sentiments, some Episcopalians, some Quakers, some Anabaptists, some Presbyterians, and some Congregationalists, so that We could not join in the same Act of Worship.— Mr. S. Adams3 arose and said he was no Bigot, and could hear a Prayer from a Gentleman of Piety and Virtue, who was at the same Time a Friend to his Country. He was a Stranger in Phyladelphia, but had heard

4. Jacob Duché (1737–1798), assistant rector of Christ Church and St. Peter’s in Philadelphia. 5. Made a formal call on. Peyton Randolph (1721?–1775), a public of"cial from Virginia, was president of the Continental Congress. 6. I.e., in the form set down by the Church of Eng land. “Ponti"callibus”: priestly attire. 7. “Plead my cause, O Lord, with them that strive with me: "ght against them that "ght against me” (Psalm 35.1). “Collect”: the prayer assigned to be read before the Epistle, or liturgical lesson. 8. Bombardment. 9. Samuel Cooper (1725–1783), minister of the Brattle Street Church, Boston. 1. The Bible and the works of the Roman poet

Virgil (70–19 b.c.e.) and the Greek epic poet Homer were thought to have magical properties: a passage opened to at random (in Latin the sortes, or “chance oracles”) had relevance to one’s life and future. I.e., the choice of Psalm 35 is prophetic. 2. Showing discernment. 3. Duché later supported the Crown and ded to Eng land. 4. Benjamin Franklin (1706–1790; see his head- note, above) returned to Philadelphia from Eng land in May 1775. The Pennsylvania Assem- bly then elected him to the Second Continental Congress (May 1775– March 1781).

that Mr. Duchè (Dushay they pronounce it) deserved that Character, and therefore he moved that Mr. Duchè, an episcopal Clergyman,4 might be desired, to read Prayers to the Congress, tomorrow Morning. The Motion was seconded and passed in the Af"rmative. Mr. Randolph our President, waited on5 Mr. Duchè, and received for Answer that if his Health would permit, he certainly would. Accordingly next Morning he appeared with his Clerk and in his Ponti"callibus, and read several Prayers, in the established Form;6 and then read the Collect for the seventh day of September, which was the Thirty "fth Psalm.7— You must remember this was the next Morn- ing after we heard the horrible Rumour, of the Cannonade8 of Boston.— I never saw a greater Effect upon an Audience. It seemed as if Heaven had ordained that Psalm to be read on that Morning.

After this Mr. Duchè, unexpected to every Body struck out into an extem- porary Prayer, which "lled the Bosom of every Man pres ent. I must confess I never heard a better Prayer or one, so well pronounced. Episcopalian as he is, Dr. Cooper9 himself never prayed with such fervour, such Ardor, such Ear- nestness and Pathos, and in Language so elegant and sublime— for Amer i ca, for the Congress, for The Province of Mas sa chu setts Bay, and especially the Town of Boston. It has had an excellent Effect upon every Body here.

I must beg you to read that Psalm. If there was any Faith in the sortes Virgilianæ, or sortes Homericæ, or especially the Sortes biblicæ, it would be thought providential.1

It will amuse your Friends to read this Letter and the 35th. Psalm to them. Read it to your Father and Mr. Wibirt.— I won der what our Braintree Church- men would think of this?— Mr. Duchè is one of the most ingenious2 Men, and best Characters, and greatest orators in the Episcopal order, upon this Continent— Yet a Zealous Friend of Liberty and his Country.3

I long to see my dear Family. God bless, preserve and prosper it. Adieu. John Adams

1774 1875

John Adams to Abigail Adams

[dr. franklin]

July 23 1775 My Dear You have more than once in your Letters mentioned Dr. Franklin,4 and in one intimated a Desire that I should write you something concerning him.

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5. Revealed. 6. John Dickinson (1732–1808), elected to the Continental Congress by the Pennsylvania Assembly, wrote two petitions— one in 1774, the other at the start of July 1775— that attempted but failed to reconcile with Great Britain. 7. James Wilson (1742–1798), a lawyer, was elected to the Second Continental Congress by

the Pennsylvania Assembly along with Thomas Willing (1732–1821), a banker, and Franklin. 8. Edward Biddle (1738–1779), a lawyer, was often ill. 9. I.e., Dickinson and Willing. Thomas Mifdin (1744–1800), a merchant, had left for the army (“Camp”). John Morton (1724?–1777), a jurist, was often ill.

Dr. Franklin has been very constant in his Attendance on Congress from the Beginning. His Conduct has been composed and grave and in the Opin- ion of many Gentlemen very reserved. He has not assumed any Thing, nor affected to take the lead; but has seemed to choose that the Congress should pursue their own Princi ples and sentiments and adopt their own Plans: Yet he has not been backward: has been very usefull, on many occasions, and discovered5 a Disposition entirely American. He does not hesitate at our boldest Mea sures, but rather seems to think us, too irresolute, and backward. He thinks us at pres ent in an odd State, neither in Peace nor War, neither dependent nor in de pen dent. But he thinks that We shall soon assume a Character more decisive.

He thinks, that We have the Power of preserving ourselves, and that even if We should be driven to the disagreable Necessity of assuming a total Inde- pen dency, and set up a separate state, We could maintain it. The People of Eng land, have thought that the Opposition in Amer i ca, was wholly owing to Dr. Franklin: and I suppose their scribblers will attribute the Temper, and Proceedings of this Congress to him: but there cannot be a greater Mistake. He has had but little share farther than to co operate and assist. He is how- ever a great and good Man. I wish his Colleagues from this City were All like him, particularly one, whose Abilities and Virtues, formerly trumpeted so much in Amer i ca, have been found wanting.6

There is a young Gentleman from Pensylvania whose Name is Wilson, whose Fortitude, Rectitude, and Abilities too, greatly outshine his Masters.7 Mr. Biddle, the Speaker, has been taken off, by Sickness.8 Mr. Mifdin is gone to the Camp, Mr. Morton is ill too, so that this Province has suffered by the Timidity of two overgrown Fortunes.9 The Dread of Con"scation, or Caprice, I know not what has induenced them too much: Yet they were for taking Arms and pretended to be very valiant.— This Letter must be secret my dear—at least communicated with great Discretion. Yours,

John Adams

1775 1875

John Adams to Abigail Adams

[prejudice in favor of new eng land]

Octr. 29. 1775 There is, in the human Breast, a social Affection, which extends to our

whole Species. Faintly indeed; but in some degree. The Nation, Kingdom, or Community to which We belong is embraced by it more vigorously. It is stronger still towards the Province to which we belong, and in which We had our Birth. It is stronger and stronger, as We descend to the County, Town, Parish, Neighbourhood, and Family, which We call our own.— And

1. I.e., to attend a Congregational church unless speci"cally exempted. 2. The distribution of property when no will

exists. 3. Some have fevers, and some have unnatural retention of water in any part of the body.

here We "nd it often so powerfull as to become partial, to blind our Eyes, to darken our Understandings and pervert our Wills.

It is to this In"rmity, in my own Heart, that I must perhaps attribute that local Attachment, that partial Fondness, that overweening Prejudice in favour of New Eng land, which I feel very often and which I fear sometimes, leads me to expose myself to just Ridicule.

New Eng land has in many Re spects the Advantage of every other Colony in Amer i ca, and indeed of every other Part of the World, that I know any Thing of.

1. The People are purer En glish Blood, less mixed with Scotch, Irish, Dutch, French, Danish, Sweedish &c. than any other; and descended from En glishmen too who left Eu rope, in purer Times than the pres ent and less tainted with Corruption than those they left behind them.

2. The Institutions in New Eng land for the Support of Religion, Morals and Decency, exceed any other, obliging every Parish to have a Minister, and every Person to go to Meeting &c.1

3. The public Institutions in New Eng land for the Education of Youth, supporting Colledges at the public Expence and obliging Towns to maintain Grammar schools, is not equalled and never was in any Part of the World.

4. The Division of our Territory, that is our Counties into Townships, empowering Towns to assem ble, choose of"cers, make Laws, mend roads, and twenty other Things, gives every Man an opportunity of shewing and improving that Education which he received at Colledge or at school, and makes Knowledge and Dexterity at public Business common.

5. Our Laws for the Distribution of Intestate Estates2 occasions a frequent Division of landed Property and prevents Monopolies, of Land.

But in opposition to these We have laboured under many Disadvantages. The exorbitant Prerogatives of our Governors &c. which would have overborn our Liberties, if it had not been opposed by the "ve preceding Particulars.

1775 1875

Abigail Adams to John Adams

[the building up a great empire]

November 27 1775 Tis a fortnight to Night since I wrote you a line during which, I have been

con"ned with the Jaundice, Rhumatism and a most voilent cold; I yesterday took a puke which has releived me, and I feel much better to day. Many, very many people who have had the dysentery, are now afdicted both with the Jaundice and Rhumatisim, some it has left in Hecticks, some in dropsies.3

The great and incessant rains we have had this fall, (the like cannot be recollected) may have occasiond some of the pres ent disorders. The Jaun- dice is very prevelant in the Camp. We have lately had a week of very cold weather, as cold as January, and a dight of snow, which I hope will purify the air of some of the noxious vapours. It has spoild many hundreds of

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4. James Warren (see n. 5, p. 667). 5. On November  11, the Mas sa chu setts House of Representatives extended the commissions of the delegates to the Continental Congress.

6. Being made. 7. John Thaxter, Jr. (1775–1791), Abigail’s cousin and a law clerk. Jonathan Mason (1756–1831), at the time a law clerk.

Bushels of Apples, which were designd for cider, and which the great rains had prevented people from making up. Suppose we have lost 5 Barrels by it.

Col. Warren4 returnd last week to Plymouth, so that I shall not hear any thing from you till he goes back again which will not be till the last of <next> this month.

He Damp’d my Spirits greatly by telling me that the Court had prolonged your Stay an other month.5 I was pleasing myself with the thoughts that you would soon be upon your return. Tis in vain to repine. I hope the publick will reap what I sacri"ce.

I wish I knew what mighty things were fabricating.6 If a form of Gover- ment is to be established here what one will be assumed? Will it be left to our assemblies to chuse one? and will not many men have many minds? and shall we not run into Dissentions among ourselves?

I am more and more convinced that Man is a dangerous creature, and that power whether vested in many or a few is ever grasping, and like the grave cries give, give. The great "sh swallow up the small, and he who is most strenuous for the Rights of the people, when vested with power, is as eager after the perogatives of Government. You tell me of degrees of perfec- tion to which Humane Nature is capable of arriving, and I believe it, but at the same time lament that our admiration should arise from the scarcity of the instances.

The Building up a Great Empire, which was only hinted at by my corre- spondent may now I suppose be realized even by the unbelievers. Yet will not ten thousand Dif"culties arise in the formation of it? The Reigns of Gov- ernment have been so long slakned, that I fear the people will not quietly submit to those restraints which are necessary for the peace, and security, of the community; if we seperate from Brittain, what Code of Laws will be established. How shall we be governd so as to retain our Liberties? Can any government be free which is not adminstred by general stated Laws? Who shall frame these Laws? Who will give them force and energy? Tis true your Resolution[s] as a Body have heithertoo had the force of Laws. But will they continue to have?

When I consider these things and the prejudices of people in favour of Ancient customs and Regulations, I feel anxious for the fate of our Monar- chy or Democracy or what ever is to take place. I soon get lost in a Laby- rinth of perplexities, but what ever occurs, may justice and righ teousness be the Stability of our times, and order arise out of confusion. Great dif"cul- ties may be surmounted, by patience and perserverance.

I believe I have tired you with politicks. As to news we have not any at all. I shudder at the approach of winter when I think I am to remain desolate. Suppose your weather is warm yet. Mr. Mason and Thaxter7 live with me, and render some part of my time less disconsolate. Mr. Mason is a youth who will please you, he has Spirit, taste and Sense. His application to his Studies is constant and I am much mistaken if he does not make a very good "gure in his profession.

8. Susanna Adams (1766–1826) was the daughter of Elihu and Thankful Adams. Elihu, John’s younger brother, died of dysentery while serving in the Continental Army. 9. Like “him” in the next sentence, pappa (i.e., John). 1. On March  17, 1776, the British evacuated Boston, having been defeated by General George Washington and his forces. Abigail anticipates that the front will move to Virginia (rather than

New York, as proved to be the case). 2. In 1775, John Murray, Lord Dunmore (1730- 1809), a Scottish nobleman who served as Virginia’s "nal royal governor, proclaimed martial law in that colony to thwart the rebel cause. George Washington was born in West moreland County, Virginia. 3. Prob ably Richard Cranch (1726-1811), Mas- sa chu setts legislator and husband of Abigail’s sister Mary (1741-1811).

I have with me now, the only Daughter of your Brother; I feel a tenderer affection for her as she has lost a kind parent.8 Though too young to be sen- sible of her own loss, I can pitty her. She appears to be a child of a very good Disposition— only wants to be a little used to com pany.

Our Little ones send Duty to pappa and want much to see him. Tom says he9 wont come home till the Battle is over— some strange notion he has got into his head. He has got a po liti cal cread to say to him when he returns.

I must bid you good night. Tis late for one who am much of an invalide. I was dissapointed last week in receiving a packet by the post, and upon unseal- ing it found only four news papers. I think you are more cautious than you need be. All Letters I believe have come safe to hand. I have Sixteen from you, and wish I had as many more. Adieu. Yours.

1775 1848

Abigail Adams to John Adams

[remember the ladies]

Braintree March 31 1776 I wish you would ever write me a Letter half as long as I write you; and

tell me if you may where your Fleet are gone? What sort of Defence Virginia can make against our common Enemy? Whether it is so situated as to make an able Defence?1 Are not the Gentery Lords and the common people vassals, are they not like the uncivilized Natives Brittain repre- sents us to be? I hope their Riffel Men who have shewen themselves very savage and even Blood thirsty; are not a specimen of the Generality of the people.

I am willing to allow the Colony great merrit for having produced a Wash- ington but they have been shamefully duped by a Dunmore.2

I have sometimes been ready to think that the passion for Liberty cannot be Eaquelly Strong in the Breasts of those who have been accustomed to deprive their fellow Creatures of theirs. Of this I am certain that it is not founded upon that generous and christian principal of doing to others as we would that others should do unto us.

Do not you want to see Boston; I am fearfull of the small pox, or I should have been in before this time. I got Mr. Crane3 to go to our House and see what state it was in. I "nd it has been occupied by one of the Doctors of a Regiment, very dirty, but no other damage has been done to it. The few things which were left in it are all gone. Cranch has the key which he never deliverd up. I have wrote to him for it and am determined to get it cleand as soon as pos si ble and shut it up. I look upon it a new acquisition of property,

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4. Samuel Quincy (1735-1793). “Your president”: John Hancock (1737-1793), president of the Sec- ond Continental Congress. 5. I.e., patricide: killer of one’s own father. 6. I.e., industry: labor.

7. I.e., gaieté de Coeur: gaiety of heart (French). 8. Boston was under siege from April 19, 1775, through March 17, 1776. “Least”: i.e., lest. 9. I.e., pusillanimity: timidity.

a property which one month ago I did not value at a single Shilling, and could with plea sure have seen it in dames.

The Town in General is left in a better state than we expected, more owe- ing to a percipitate dight than any Regard to the inhabitants, tho some indi- viduals discoverd a sense of honour and justice and have left the rent of the Houses in which they were, for the owners and the furniture unhurt, or if damaged suf"cent to make it good.

Others have committed abominable Ravages. The Mansion House of your President is safe and the furniture unhurt whilst both the House and Fur- niture of the Solisiter General4 have fallen a prey to their own merciless party. Surely the very Fiends feel a Reverential awe for Virtue and patrio- tism, whilst they Detest the paricide5 and traitor.

I feel very differently at the approach of spring to what I did a month ago. We knew not then whether we could plant or sow with safety, whether when we had toild we could reap the fruits of our own industery,6 whether we could rest in our own Cottages, or whether we should not be driven from the sea coasts to seek shelter in the wilderness, but now we feel as if we might sit under our own vine and eat the good of the land.

I feel a gaieti de Coar7 to which before I was a stranger. I think the Sun looks brighter, the Birds sing more melodiously, and Nature puts on a more chearfull countanance. We feel a temporary peace, and the poor fugitives are returning to their deserted habitations.

Tho we felicitate ourselves, we sympathize with those who are trembling least the Lot of Boston should be theirs.8 But they cannot be in similar cir- cumstances unless pusilanimity9 and cowardise should take possession of them. They have time and warning given them to see the Evil and shun it— I long to hear that you have declared an independancy— and by the way in the new Code of Laws which I suppose it will be necessary for you to make I desire you would Remember the Ladies, and be more generous and favour- able to them than your ancestors. Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the Husbands. Remember all Men would be tyrants if they could. If perticuliar care and attention is not paid to the Laidies we are determined to foment a Rebelion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any Laws in which we have no voice, or Repre sen ta tion.

That your Sex are Naturally Tyrannical is a Truth so thoroughly estab- lished as to admit of no dispute, but such of you as wish to be happy will- ingly give up the harsh title of Master for the more tender and endearing one of Friend. Why then, not put it out of the power of the vicious and the Lawless to use us with cruelty and indignity with impunity. Men of Sense in all Ages abhor those customs which treat us only as the vassals of your Sex. Regard us then as Beings placed by providence under your protection and in immitation of the Supreem Being make use of that power only for our happiness.

1776

1. Miss Mary Palmer (“Mrs.” here stands for “Mistress”; 1746–1791), a niece of Richard and Mary Cranch. 2. I.e., to see the Continental Navy’s warships (men- o’- war). 3. Thomas Bul"nch (1728–1802), an  M.D., inoculated Abigail Adams, her children, and her friends and family members against smallpox.

4. I.e., the "rst group to be inoculated. 5. Katherine Quincy (1733–1804), a relative of Abigail’s. Peter Whitney (1744–1816), minister and patriot. 6. In an earlier letter, Abigail had informed John that James Warren had declined an appointment as associate justice of the Mas sa chu setts Superior Court.

John Adams to Abigail Adams

[ these colonies are free and in de pen dent states]

Philadelphia July 3. 1776 Your Favour of June 17. dated at Plymouth, was handed me, by Yesterdays

Post. I was much pleased to "nd that you had taken a Journey to Plymouth, to see your Friends in the long Absence of one whom you may wish to see. The Excursion will be an Amusement, and will serve your Health. How happy would it have made me to have taken this Journey with you?

I was informed, a day or two before the Receipt of your Letter, that you was gone to Plymouth, by Mrs. Polly Palmer,1 who was obliging enough in your Absence, to inform me, of the Particulars of the Expedition to the lower Harbour against the Men of War.2 Her Narration is executed, with a Preci- sion and Perspicuity, which would have become the Pen of an accomplished Historian.

I am very glad you had so good an opportunity of seeing one of our little American Men of War. Many Ideas, new to you, must have presented them- selves in such a Scene; and you will in future, better understand the Rela- tions of Sea Engagements.

I rejoice extreamly at Dr. Bul"nches Petition to open an Hospital.3 But I hope, the Business will be done upon a larger Scale. I hope, that one Hos- pital will be licensed in every County, if not in every Town. I am happy to "nd you resolved, to be with the Children, in the "rst Class.4 Mr. Whitney and Mrs. Katy Quincy,5 are cleverly through Innoculation, in this City.

I have one favour to ask, and that is, that in your future Letters, you would acknowledge the Receipt of all those you may receive from me, and men- tion their Dates. By this Means I shall know if any of mine miscarry.

The Information you give me of our Friends refusing his Appointment, has given me much Pain, Grief and Anxiety.6 I believe I shall be obliged to follow his Example. I have not Fortune enough to support my Family, and what is of more Importance, to support the Dignity of that exalted Station. It is too high and lifted up, for me; who delight in nothing so much as Retreat, Solitude, Silence, and Obscurity. In private Life, no one has a Right to cen- sure me for following my own Inclinations, in Retirement, Simplicity, and Frugality: in public Life, every Man has a Right to remark as he pleases, at least he thinks so.

Yesterday the greatest Question was deci ded, which ever was debated in Amer i ca, and a greater perhaps, never was or will be deci ded among Men. A Resolution was passed without one dissenting Colony “that these united Colonies, are, and of right ought to be free and in de pen dent States, and as such, they have, and of Right ought to have full Power to make War, con- clude Peace, establish Commerce, and to do all the other Acts and Things,

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7. Butter"eld notes that this letter “and the next one of the same date were written between the act of in de pen dence itself and the adoption of the statement designed to ‘ justify it in the sight of God and man.’ ” On June 7, Richard Henry Lee (1732–1794), from Virginia, moved “that these United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, Free and In de pen dent States.” Lee’s motion was carried on July 2 after vigorous debate. A commit- tee was appointed to prepare a formal declara- tion, and this document, written largely by Thomas Jefferson, was adopted July 4, 1776.

8. Writs of assistance were general search war- rants and, as such, a threat to civil liberty. 9. Here and below, the ellipses are in the manu- script. 1. The Continental Army invaded Canada in June 1775. Their aim was to win control of Que- bec and recruit French Canadians to their side. They were defeated in an assault on Quebec City in December of that year. The army suffered badly from smallpox, which contributed to the defeat.

which other States may rightfully do.” You will see in a few days a Declara- tion setting forth the Causes, which have impell’d Us to this mighty Revo- lution, and the Reasons which will justify it, in the Sight of God and Man.7 A Plan of Confederation will be taken up in a few days.

When I look back to the Year 1761, and recollect the Argument concern- ing Writs of Assistance, in the Superiour Court, which I have hitherto con- sidered as the Commencement of the Controversy, between Great Britain and Amer i ca,8 and run through the whole Period from that Time to this, and recollect the series of po liti cal Events, the Chain of Causes and Effects, I am surprized at the Suddenness, as well as Greatness of this Revolution. Britain has been "ll’d with Folly, and Amer i ca with Wisdom, at least this is my Judgment.— Time must determine. It is the Will of Heaven, that the two Countries should be sundered forever. It may be the Will of Heaven that Amer i ca shall suffer Calamities still more wasting and Distresses yet more dreadfull. If this is to be the Case, it will have this good Effect, at least: it will inspire Us with many Virtues, which We have not, and correct many Errors, Follies, and Vices, which threaten to disturb, dishonour, and destroy Us.— The Furnace of Afdiction produces Re"nement, in States as well as Individuals. And the new Governments we are assuming, in every Part, will require a Puri"cation from our Vices, and an Augmentation of our Virtues or they will be no Blessings. The People will have unbounded Power. And the People are extreamly addicted to Corruption and Venality, as well as the Great.— I am not without Apprehensions from this Quarter. But I must sub- mit all my Hopes and Fears, to an overruling Providence, in which, unfash- ionable as the Faith may be, I "rmly believe.

1776 1792

John Adams to Abigail Adams

[reflections on the declaration of in de pen dence]

Philadelphia July 3d. 1776 Had a Declaration of Inde pen dency been made seven Months ago, it would

have been attended with many great and glorious Effects.9 . . . We might before this Hour, have formed Alliances with foreign States.— We should have mastered Quebec and been in Possession of Canada1. . . . You will per- haps won der, how such a Declaration would have induenced our Affairs, in Canada, but if I could write with Freedom I could easily convince you, that it would, and explain to you the manner how.— Many Gentlemen in high Stations and of great Induence have been duped, by the ministerial Bubble

2. Negotiate. 3. Conquest.

of Commissioners to treat.2 . . . And in real, sincere Expectation of this Event, which they so fondly wished, they have been slow and languid, in pro- moting Mea sures for the Reduction3 of that Province. Others there are in the Colonies who really wished that our Enterprise in Canada would be defeated, that the Colonies might be brought into Danger and Distress between two Fires, and be thus induced to submit. Others really wished to defeat the Expedition to Canada, lest the Conquest of it, should elevate the Minds of the People too much to hearken to those Terms of Reconcilia- tion which they believed would be offered Us. These jarring Views, Wishes and Designs, occasioned an opposition to many salutary Mea sures, which were proposed for the Support of that Expedition, and caused Obstruc- tions, Embarrassments and studied Delays, which have " nally, lost Us the Province.

All these Causes however in Conjunction would not have disappointed Us, if it had not been for a Misfortune, which could not be foreseen, and per- haps could not have been prevented, I mean the Prevalence of the small Pox among our Troops. . . . This fatal Pestilence compleated our Destruction.— It is a Frown of Providence upon Us, which We ought to lay to heart.

But on the other Hand, the Delay of this Declaration to this Time, has many great Advantages attending it.— The Hopes of Reconciliation, which were fondly entertained by Multitudes of honest and well meaning tho weak and mistaken People, have been gradually and at last totally extinguished.— Time has been given for the whole People, maturely to consider the great Question of In de pen dence and to ripen their Judgments, dissipate their Fears, and allure their Hopes, by discussing it in News Papers and Pam- phletts, by debating it, in Assemblies, Conventions, Committees of Safety and Inspection, in Town and County Meetings, as well as in private Con- versations, so that the whole People in every Colony of the 13, have now adopted it, as their own Act.— This will cement the Union, and avoid those Heats and perhaps Convulsions which might have been occasioned, by such a Declaration Six Months ago.

But the Day is past. The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most mem- orable Epocha, in the History of Amer i ca.— I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bon"res and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.

You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not.— I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Trea sure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States.— Yet through all the Gloom I can see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory. I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means. And that Posterity will tryumph in that Days Transaction, even altho We should rue it, which I trust in God We shall not.

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4. Matthew 7.24–25 describes “a wise man, which built his house upon a rock: And the rain descended, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.”

5. On these revisions, see Thomas Jefferson’s account, later in this volume. 6. Norton Quincy (1716–1801), public servant. “Jonathan”: Abigail’s servant or farm boy. 7. A veterinarian in Braintree.

Abigail Adams to John Adams

[the declaration. smallpox. the grey horse]

* * *

Sunday july 14 [1776] By yesterdays post I received two Letters dated 3 and 4 of July and tho

your Letters never fail to give me plea sure, be the subject what it will, yet it was greatly heightned by the prospect of the future happiness and glory of our Country; nor am I a little Grati"ed when I redect that a person so nearly connected with me has had the Honour of being a principal actor, in laying a foundation for its future Greatness. May the foundation of our new con- stitution, be justice, Truth and Righ teousness. Like the wise Mans house may it be founded upon those Rocks and then neither storms or temptests will overthrow it.4

I cannot but feel sorry that some of the most Manly Sentiments in the Declaration are Expunged from the printed coppy. Perhaps wise reasons induced it.5

Poor Canady I lament Canady but we ought to be in some mea sure suf- ferers for the past folly of our conduct. The fatal effects of the small pox there, has led almost every person to consent to Hospitals in every Town. In many Towns, already arround Boston the Selectmen have granted Liberty for innoculation. I hope the necessity is now fully seen.

I had many dissagreable Sensations at the Thoughts of comeing myself, but to see my children thro it I thought my duty, and all those feelings van- ished as soon as I was innoculated and I trust a kind providence will carry me safely thro. Our Friends from Plymouth came into Town yesterday. We have enough upon our hands in the morning. The Little folks are very sick then and puke every morning but after that they are comfortable. I shall write you now very often. Pray inform me constantly of every im por tant transaction. Every expression of tenderness is a cordial to my Heart. Unim- portant as they are to the rest of the world, to me they are every Thing.

We have had during all the month of June a most severe Drougth which cut of all our promising hopes of en glish Grain and the "rst crop of Grass, but since july came in we have had a plenty of rain and now every thing looks well. There is one Misfortune in our family which I have never mentioned in hopes it would have been in my power to have remedied it, but all hopes of that kind are at an end. It is the loss of your Grey Horse. About 2 months ago, I had occasion to send Jonathan of an errant to my unkle Quincys6 (the other Horse being a plowing). Upon his return a little below the church she trod upon a rolling stone and lamed herself to that degree that it was with great dif"culty that she could be got home. I immediately sent for Tirrel7 and every thing was done for her by Baths, ointments, polticeing, Bleeding &c. that could be done. Still she continued extreem lame tho not so bad as

8. Another veterinarian. 9. Light house. 1. The manuscript is torn here and below. 2. In New Hampshire. 3. Their daughter Abigail’s nickname. 4. Abigail’s sister Elizabeth (1742–1816). 5. Abigail’s pseudoym refers to Portia Catonis (c. 70–43 b.c.e.), wife of the Roman politician

Marcus Junius Brutus (85–42 b.c.e.). Brutus is the most famous assassin of the Roman states- man and general Julius Caesar (100–44 b.c.e.). 6. Tea, an import of the British East India com- pany. 7. Dr. Cotton Tufts (1732–1815), Abigail’s uncle by marriage.

at "rst. I then got her carried to Domet8 but he pronounces her incurable, as a callous is grown upon her footlock joint. You can hardly tell, not even by your own feelings how much I lament her. She was not with foal, as you immagined, but I hope she is now as care has been taken in that Res pect.

I suppose you have heard of a deet which came up pretty near the Light9 and kept us all with our mouths open ready to catch them, but after staying near a week and makeing what observations they could set sail and went of to our great morti"cation who were [prepared?]1 for them in every res pect. If our Ship of 32 Guns which [was] Built at Portsmouth2 and waiting only for Guns and an other of [ . . . ] at Plimouth in the same state, had been in readiness we should in all probability been Masters of them. Where the blame lies in that res pect I know not, tis laid upon Congress, and Congress is also blamed for not appointing us a General.— But Rome was not Built in a day.

I hope the Multiplicity of cares and avocations which invellope you will not be too powerfull for you. I have many anxietyes upon that account. Nabby3 and Johnny send duty and desire Mamma to say that an indamation in their Eyes which has been as much of a distemper as the small pox, has prevented their writing, but they hope soon to be able to acquaint Pappa of their happy recovery from the Distemper.— Mr. C[ranch] and wife, Sister B[etsy]4 and all our Friend[s] desire to be rememberd to you and foremost in that Number stands your

Portia5

PS A little India herb6 would have been mighty agreable now.

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John Adams to Abigail Adams

[do my friends think i have forgotten my wife and children?]

Philadelphia July 20, 1776 This has been a dull day to me: I waited the Arrival of the Post with much

Solicitude and Impatience, but his Arrival made me more solicitous still.— “To be left at the Post Of"ce” in your Hand Writing, on the back of a few Lines from the Dr.7 were all that I could learn of you, and my little Folks. If you was too busy to write, I hoped that some kind Hand would have been found to let me know something about you.

Do my Friends think that I have been a Politician so long as to have lost all feeling? Do they suppose I have forgotten my Wife and Children? Or are they so panic struck with the Loss of Canada, as to be afraid to correspond with me? Or have they forgotten that you have an Husband and your Children a Father? What have I done, or omitted to do, that I should be thus forgotten

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8. The medical profession. 9. Church ser vice. 1. Named after Daniel Sutton (1735–1819), of

Essex, Mas sa chu setts. His method required only a small puncture instead of the customary gash to infect the subject.

and neglected in the most tender and affecting scæne of my Life! Dont mistake me, I dont blame you. Your Time and Thoughts must have been wholly taken up, with your own and your Families situation and Necessities.— But twenty other Persons might have informed me.

I suspect, that you intended to have run slyly, through the small Pox with the family, without letting me know it, and then have sent me an Account that you were all well. This might be a kind Intention, and if the design had succeeded, would have made me very joyous. But the secret is out, and I am left to conjecture. But as the Faculty8 have this distemper so much under Command I will datter myself with the Hope and Expectation of soon hear- ing of your Recovery.

1776 1875

Abigail Adams to John Adams

[smallpox. the proclamation for in de pen dence read aloud]

July 21 1776 Boston I have no doubt but that my dearest Friend is anxious to know how his

Portia does, and his little dock of children under the opperation of a dis- ease once so formidable.

I have the plea sure to tell him that they are all comfortable tho some of them complaining. Nabby has been very ill, but the Eruption begins to make its appearance upon her, and upon Johnny. Tommy is so well that the Dr. innoculated him again to day fearing it had not taken. Charlly has no complaints yet, tho his arm has been very soar.

I have been out to meeting9 this forenoon, but have so many dissagreable Sensations this after noon that I thought it prudent to tarry at home. The Dr. says they are very good feelings. Mr. Cranch has passed thro the prepa- ration and the Eruption is comeing out cleverly upon him without any Sick- ness at all. Mrs. Cranch is cleverly and so are all her children. Those who are broke out are pretty full for the new method as tis call’d, the Suttonian1 they profess to practice upon. I hope to give you a good account when I write next, but our Eyes are very weak and the Dr. is not fond of either writing or reading for his patients. But I must transgress a little.

I received a Letter from you by wedensday Post 7 of July and tho I think it a choise one in the Litterary Way, containing many usefull hints and judi- cious observations which will greatly assist me in the future instruction of our Little ones, yet it Lacked some essential engrediants to make it com- pleat. Not one word respecting yourself, your Health or your pres ent Situa- tion. My anxiety for your welfare will never leave me but with my parting Breath, tis of more importance to me than all this World contains besides. The cruel Seperation to which I am necessatated cuts of half the enjoyments of life, the other half are comprised in the hope I have that what I do and what I suffer may be ser viceable to you, to our Little ones and our Country;

2. Now Boston’s State Street; site, in 1770, of the Boston Massacre, in which British Army sol- diers killed and injured civilians, enraging colo- nists. “Thursday”: July 18, 1776. 3. Countryside. “Some . . . train”: i.e., "eld guns with their vehicles. 4. Balcony. Thomas Crafts (1740–1799), col o nel in the Continental Army. 5. Privately owned armed vessels with a govern- ment commission.

6. A personal redection. James Bowdoin (1726– 1790), Mas sa chu setts merchant and statesman; author of an induential report on the Boston Massacre. 7. George Washington. 8. Abigail compares King George III of Eng land (1738–1820) to the Italian statesman and cardi- nal Cesare Borgia (1475–1507), famous for his cruelty, and to Catiline (108?–62 b.c.e.), Roman politician and conspirator against the state.

I must beseach you therefore for the future never to omit what is so essen- tial to my happiness.

Last Thursday after hearing a very Good Sermon I went with the Multi- tude into Kings Street2 to hear the proclamation for independance read and proclamed. Some Field peices with the Train were brought there, the troops appeard under Arms and all the inhabitants assembled there (the small pox prevented many thousand from the Country).3 When Col. Crafts read from the Belcona4 of the State House the Proclamation, great attention was given to every word. As soon as he ended, the cry from the Belcona, was God Save our American States and then 3 cheers which rended the air, the Bells rang, the privateers5 "red, the forts and Batteries, the cannon were discharged, the platoons followed and every face appeard joyfull. Mr. Bowdoin then gave a Sentiment,6 Stability and perpetuity to American independance. After din- ner the kings arms were taken down from the State House and every vestage of him from every place in which it appeard and burnt in King Street. Thus ends royall Authority in this State, and all the people shall say Amen.

I have been a little surprized that we collect no better accounts with regard to the horrid conspiricy at New York, and that so little mention has been made of it here. It made a talk for a few days but now seems all hushed in Silence. The Tories say that it was not a conspiricy but an association, and pretend that there was no plot to assasinate the General.7 Even their hardned Hearts <Blush> feel— — the discovery. We have in G[e]orge a match for a Borgia and a Catiline,8 a Wretch Callous to every Humane feeling. Our wor- thy preacher told us that he believed one of our Great Sins for which a righ- teous God has come out in judgment against us, was our Biggoted attachment to so wicked a Man. May our repentance be sincere.

Monday morg. july 22 I omitted many things yesterday in order to be better informed. I have got

Mr. Cranch to inquire and write you, concerning a French Schooner from Martineco which came in yesterday and a prize from Ireland. My own in"r- mities prevents my writing. A most Excruciating pain in my head and every Limb and joint I hope portends a speedy Eruption and prevents my saying more than that I am forever Yours.

The children are not yet broke out. Tis the Eleventh Day with us.

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681

THOMAS PAINE 1737–1809

T he author of two of the most popu lar books in eighteenth- century Amer i ca, and the most persuasive rhetorician of the cause for in de pen dence, Thomas Paine was born in Eng land and did not move to the colonies until he was thirty- seven years old and the rebellion was looming. Paine’s early years prepared him to support the Revolution. The discrepancy between his high intelligence and the limitations imposed on him in Eng land’s hierarchical society made him long for a new social order. The son of a Quaker father and an Anglican mother, he once said that a sermon he heard at age eight convinced him of the cruelty inherent in Chris- tian ity and made him a rebel forever.

By the time he arrived in Philadelphia with letters of introduction from Benjamin Franklin, recommending him as an “ingenious, worthy young man,” Paine had already led a remarkably full life. He attended grammar school until he was thir- teen and was then apprenticed in his father’s corset shop; at nineteen, he ran away from home to go to sea. From 1757 to 1774, he was, by turns, a corset maker, a tobacconist and grocer, a schoolteacher, and an exciseman (i.e., a government employee who taxed goods). Hoping to force Parliament to raise the salary of the excisemen, he engaged in some of the "rst efforts at labor organ izing. His efforts failed, however, and he lost his job when he admitted that he had stamped goods as inspected when in fact they had not been examined. His "rst wife died less than a year after their marriage, and he was separated from his second wife after three years. Scandals about his private life and questions about his integrity provided his critics with ammunition for the rest of his life. Franklin was right, however, in rec- ognizing Paine’s genius; like Franklin, Paine was self- taught and curious about every thing from the philosophy of law to natu ral science.

In Philadelphia, Paine transformed himself into a journalist. He quickly made his way in that city, "rst as a spokesman against slavery and then as the anonymous author of Common Sense (1776), the "rst pamphlet published in the colonies to urge immediate in de pen dence from Britain. Paine was obviously the right man in the right place at the right time. Relations with Eng land were at their lowest ebb: Boston was under siege, and the Second Continental Congress had convened in Philadel- phia. Common Sense sold phenomenally well and was quickly reprinted in cities along the eastern seaboard and in France, Germany, and Eng land. Meanwhile, Paine enlisted in the Revolutionary Army and served as an aide- de- camp in battles in New York, New Jersey, and Pennsylvania. He followed the triumph of Common Sense with the "rst of sixteen pamphlets titled The Crisis (1776-83). The "rst Crisis paper (“ These are the times that try men’s souls”) reportedly was read to General George Washington’s troops at Trenton, New Jersey, and did much to shore up the spirits of the ultimately victorious Revolutionary soldiers.

After the war, Paine received a number of po liti cal appointments as rewards for his ser vices as a writer for the American cause, but too indiscreet and hot- tempered for public employment, he misused his privileges and lost the most lucrative of"ces. In 1787, he returned to Eng land, where he wrote his second- most successful work, Rights of Man (1791–92), an impassioned plea against hereditary monarchy. Paine was charged with treason and ded to France, where he was made a citizen and lion- ized as a spokesman for revolution. The horrors of the French Revolution, however, brought home to Paine that the overthrow of monarchy did not necessarily usher in

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1. The full title is Common Sense: Addressed to the Inhabitants of Amer i ca, on the Following In ter est ing Subjects: viz. [i.e., namely]: I. Of the Origin and Design of Government in General; with Concise Remarks on the En glish Constitu- tion. II. Of Monarchy and Hereditary Succes-

sion. III. Thoughts on the Pres ent State of American Affairs. IV. Of the Pres ent Ability of Amer i ca; with some Miscellaneous Re"ections. The text is from The Writings of Thomas Paine (1894–96), vol. 1, edited by M. D. Conway.

enlightenment and order. When he protested the execution of Louis XVI, he was accused of sympathy with the Crown and imprisoned. He was saved from trial by the American ambassador, the future president James Monroe, who offered him renewed American citizenship and safe passage back to New York.

Paine spent the last years of his life in New York City and in New Rochelle, New York. During these years of unhappiness and impoverishment, his reputation suf- fered enormously as a result of his public rejection of or ga nized religion in The Age of Reason (1794). Paine’s attempt to de"ne his beliefs was viewed as an attack on Chris tian ity and, by extension, on conventional society. He was ridiculed and despised. Even George Washington, who had supported Paine’s early writing, thought En glish criticism of him was “not a bad thing.” Paine was buried on his farm at New Rochelle after his request for a Quaker gravesite was refused. Ten years later, an admirer exhumed his bones with the intention of having him rebur- ied in Eng land, but this plan came to nothing, and Paine’s remains have never been found.

Paine’s role in shaping American lit er a ture took numerous forms. He began his writing career in Philadelphia as the contributing editor of a magazine—then a new publication format—where he learned to address a wide audience, a skill that he turned to advantage in his polemical pamphlets. He made im por tant contribu- tions to the development of copyright and to the professionalization of authorship. But it was as a stylist of “plainness” that Paine made his greatest gift to American lit er a ture. Redecting on his prose style, he said he needed no “ceremonious expres- sions.” He wrote: “It is my design to make those who can scarcely read under- stand,” to put arguments in a language “as plain as the alphabet,” and to shape every thing “to "t the powers of thinking and the turn of language to the subject, so as to bring out a clear conclusion that shall hit the point in question and nothing else.”

Like Franklin, Thomas Jefferson admired Paine’s use of the new populist rhe- torical style then emerging to challenge the classical rhe toric associated with po liti- cal elites. Having cut a controversial path through the age of demo cratic revolution, Paine inspired later radicals, such as the journalist and poet Walt Whitman (in Volume B of this anthology), who eulogized his hero in 1877: “That he labor’d well and wisely for the States in the trying period of their parturition, and in the seeds of their character, there seems to me no question. I dare not say how much of what our Union is owning and enjoying to day— its in de pen dence— its ardent belief in, and substantial practice of, radical human rights— and the severance of its govern- ment from all ecclesiastical and superstitious dominion— I dare not say how much of all this is owing to Thomas Paine, but I am inclined to think a good portion of it decidedly is.”

From Common Sense1

Introduction

Perhaps the sentiments contained in the following pages are not yet suf"- ciently fash ion able to procure them general favor; a long habit of not think-

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2. George III (1738–1820; reigned 1760–1820). 3. Henry Pelham (1696–1754; prime minister of Britain 1743–54).

ing a thing wrong gives it a super"cial appearance of being right, and raises at "rst a formidable outcry in defence of custom. But the tumult soon sub- sides. Time makes more converts than reason.

As a long and violent abuse of power is generally the means of calling the right of it in question (and in matters too which might never have been thought of, had not the sufferers been aggravated into the inquiry), and as the King of Eng land2 hath undertaken in his own right, to support the Parliament in what he calls theirs, and as the good people of this country are grievously oppressed by the combination, they have an undoubted privilege to inquire into the pretensions of both, and equally to reject the usurpation of either.

In the following sheets, the author hath studiously avoided every thing which is personal among ourselves. Compliments as well as censure to indi- viduals make no part thereof. The wise and the worthy need not the triumph of a pamphlet; and those whose sentiments are injudicious or unfriendly will cease of themselves, unless too much pains is bestowed upon their conver- sions.

The cause of Amer i ca is in a great mea sure the cause of all mankind. Many circumstances have, and will, arise which are not local, but univer- sal, and through which the princi ples of all lovers of mankind are affected, and in the event of which their affections are interested. The laying a coun- try desolate with "re and sword, declaring war against the natu ral rights of all mankind, and extirpating the defenders thereof from the face of the earth, is the concern of every man to whom nature hath given the power of feel- ing; of which class, regardless of party censure, is

The Author

From III. Thoughts on the Pres ent State of American Affairs

In the following pages I offer nothing more than simple facts, plain argu- ments, and common sense: and have no other preliminaries to settle with the reader, than that he will divest himself of prejudice and prepossession, and suffer his reason and his feelings to determine for themselves: that he will put on, or rather that he will not put off, the true character of a man, and generously enlarge his views beyond the pres ent day.

Volumes have been written on the subject of the strug gle between Eng land and Amer i ca. Men of all ranks have embarked in the controversy, from dif- fer ent motives, and with vari ous designs; but all have been ineffectual, and the period of debate is closed. Arms as the last resource decide the contest; the appeal was the choice of the King, and the continent has accepted the challenge.

It hath been reported of the late Mr. Pelham3 (who though an able min- ister was not without his faults) that on his being attacked in the House of Commons on the score that his mea sures were only of a temporary kind, replied, “they will last my time.” Should a thought so fatal and unmanly pos- sess the colonies in the pres ent contest, the name of ancestors will be remembered by future generations with detestation.

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4. On April 19, 1775, in the "rst armed condict of the American Revolution, the Minutemen of Lexington, Mas sa chu setts, defended their ammu-

nition stores against the British. 5. Dominated.

The sun never shined on a cause of greater worth. ’Tis not the affair of a city, a county, a province, or a kingdom; but of a continent—of at least one eighth part of the habitable globe. ’Tis not the concern of a day, a year, or an age; posterity are virtually involved in the contest, and will be more or less affected even to the end of time, by the proceedings now. Now is the seed time of continental union, faith and honor. The least fracture now will be like a name engraved with the point of a pin on the tender rind of a young oak; the wound would enlarge with the tree, and posterity read it in full grown characters.

By referring the matter from argument to arms, a new era for politics is struck— a new method of thinking hath arisen. All plans, proposals, etc., prior to the nineteenth of April, i.e., to the commencement of hostilities,4 are like the almanacs of the last year; which though proper then, are super- seded and useless now. What ever was advanced by the advocates on either side of the question then, terminated in one and the same point, viz., a union with Great Britain; the only difference between the parties was the method of effecting it; the one proposing force, the other friendship; but it hath so far happened that the "rst hath failed, and the second hath withdrawn her induence.

As much hath been said of the advantages of reconciliation, which, like an agreeable dream, hath passed away and left us as we were, it is but right that we should examine the contrary side of the argument, and inquire into some of the many material injuries which these colonies sustain, and always will sustain, by being connected with and dependent on Great Britain. To examine that connection and dependence, on the princi ples of nature and common sense, to see what we have to trust to, if separated, and what we are to expect, if dependent.

I have heard it asserted by some, that as Amer i ca has dourished under her former connection with Great Britain, the same connection is neces- sary towards her future happiness, and will always have the same effect. Nothing can be more fallacious than this kind of argument. We may as well assert that because a child has thrived upon milk, that it is never to have meat, or that the "rst twenty years of our lives is to become a pre ce dent for the next twenty. But even this is admitting more than is true; for I answer roundly, that Amer i ca would have dourished as much, and prob ably much more, had no Eu ro pean power taken any notice of her. The commerce by which she hath enriched herself are the necessaries of life, and will always have a market while eating is the custom of Eu rope.

But she has protected us, say some. That she hath engrossed5 us is true, and defended the continent at our expense as well as her own, is admitted; and she would have defended Turkey from the same motive, viz., for the sake of trade and dominion.

Alas! we have been long led away by ancient prejudices and made large sacri"ces to superstition. We have boasted the protection of Great Britain without considering that her motive was interest not attachment; and that she did not protect us from our enemies on our account; but from her enemies

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6. King George III was a descendant of the Ger- man House of Hanover. Paine is referring to the Seven Years’ War (1756–63), which originally involved Prus sia and Austria and grew to include all the major Eu ro pean powers. The war was set- tled in Britain’s favor, but the North American component, the French and Indian War (1754–

63), resulted in heavy colonial losses. 7. The province of New Jersey was divided into East and West Jersey. 8. I.e., cunningly (from the historical intrigues of the Jesuits, a Roman Catholic order of priests and brothers).

on her own account, from those who had no quarrel with us on any other account, and who will always be our enemies on the same account. Let Britain waive her pretensions to the continent, or the continent throw off the dependence, and we should be at peace with France and Spain, were they at war with Britain. The miseries of Hanover’s last war6 ought to warn us against connections.

It hath lately been asserted in Parliament, that the colonies have no rela- tion to each other but through the parent country, i.e., that Pennsylvania and the Jerseys,7 and so on for the rest, are sister colonies by the way of Eng land; this is certainly a very roundabout way of proving relationship, but it is the nearest and only true way of proving enmity (or enemyship, if I may so call it). France and Spain never were, nor perhaps ever will be, our ene- mies as Americans, but as our being the subjects of Great Britain.

But Britain is the parent country, say some. Then the more shame upon her conduct. Even brutes do not devour their young, nor savages make war upon their families; wherefore, the assertion, if true, turns to her reproach; but it happens not to be true, or only partly so, and the phrase parent or mother country hath been jesuitically8 adopted by the King and his para- sites, with a low papistical design of gaining an unfair bias on the credulous weakness of our minds. Eu rope, and not Eng land, is the parent country of Amer i ca. This new world hath been the asylum for the persecuted lovers of civil and religious liberty from every part of Eu rope. Hither have they ded, not from the tender embraces of the mother, but from the cruelty of the mon- ster; and it is so far true of Eng land, that the same tyranny which drove the "rst emigrants from home, pursues their descendants still.

In this extensive quarter of the globe, we forget the narrow limits of three hundred and sixty miles (the extent of Eng land) and carry our friendship on a larger scale; we claim brotherhood with every Eu ro pean Christian, and triumph in the generosity of the sentiment.

It is pleasant to observe by what regular gradations we surmount the force of local prejudices, as we enlarge our acquaintance with the world. A man born in any town in Eng land divided into parishes, will naturally associate most with his fellow parishioners ( because their interests in many cases will be common) and distinguish him by the name of neighbor; if he meet him but a few miles from home, he drops the narrow idea of a street, and salutes him by the name of townsman; if he travel out of the county and meet him in any other, he forgets the minor divisions of street and town, and calls him countryman, i.e., countyman: but if in their foreign excursions they should associate in France, or any other part of Eu rope, their local remembrance would be enlarged into that of En glishmen. And by a just parity of reason- ing, all Eu ro pe ans meeting in Amer i ca, or any other quarter of the globe, are countrymen; for Eng land, Holland, Germany, or Sweden, when com- pared with the whole, stand in the same places on the larger scale, which

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9. I.e., Pennsylvania. 1. William I (c. 1028–1087; reigned 1066–87) conquered Eng land when he was duke of the French region of Normandy, his homeland.

2. I.e., wheat, not what Americans now call corn. 3. A naval warship. “Like the last”: the Seven Years’ War ended in Britain’s favor.

the divisions of street, town, and county do on the smaller ones; distinctions too limited for continental minds. Not one third of the inhabitants, even of this province,9 are of En glish descent. Wherefore, I reprobate the phrase of parent or mother country applied to Eng land only, as being false, sel"sh, narrow and ungenerous.

But, admitting that we were all of En glish descent, what does it amount to? Nothing. Britain, being now an open enemy, extinguishes every other name and title: and to say that reconciliation is our duty is truly farcical. The "rst King of Eng land of the pres ent line (William the Conqueror)1 was a Frenchman, and half the peers of Eng land are descendants from the same country; wherefore, by the same method of reasoning, Eng land ought to be governed by France.

Much hath been said of the united strength of Britain and the colonies, that in conjunction they might bid de"ance to the world: but this is mere presumption; the fate of war is uncertain, neither do the expressions mean anything; for this continent would never suffer itself to be drained of inhab- itants to support the British arms in either Asia, Africa, or Eu rope.

Besides, what have we to do with setting the world at de"ance? Our plan is commerce, and that, well attended to, will secure us the peace and friend- ship of all Eu rope; because it is the interest of all Eu rope to have Amer i ca a free port. Her trade will always be a protection, and her barrenness of gold and silver secure her from invaders.

I challenge the warmest advocate for reconciliation to show a single advan- tage that this continent can reap by being connected with Great Britain. I repeat the challenge; not a single advantage is derived. Our corn2 will fetch its price in any market in Eu rope, and our imported goods must be paid for buy them where we will.

But the injuries and disadvantages which we sustain by that connection, are without number; and our duty to mankind at large, as well as to our- selves, instruct us to renounce the alliance: because, any submission to, or dependence on, Great Britain tends directly to involve this continent in Eu ro- pean wars and quarrels, and set us at variance with nations who would other wise seek our friendship, and against whom we have neither anger nor complaint. As Eu rope is our market for trade, we ought to form no partial connection with any part of it. It is the true interest of Amer i ca to steer clear of Eu ro pean contentions, which she never can do, while, by her dependence on Britain, she is made the makeweight in the scale of British politics.

Eu rope is too thickly planted with kingdoms to be long at peace, and when- ever a war breaks out between Eng land and any foreign power, the trade of Amer i ca goes to ruin, because of her connection with Britain. The next war may not turn out like the last, and should it not, the advocates for recon- ciliation now will be wishing for separation then, because neutrality in that case would be a safer convoy than a man of war.3 Every thing that is right or reasonable pleads for separation. The blood of the slain, the weeping voice of nature cries, “ ’Tis time to part.” Even the distance at which the Almighty

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4. Boston was under British military occupation and was blockaded for six months.

5. I.e., liable to be caught in “friendly "re” from colonial rebels.

hath placed Eng land and Amer i ca is a strong and natu ral proof that the authority of the one over the other was never the design of Heaven. The time likewise at which the continent was discovered adds weight to the argument, and the manner in which it was peopled increases the force of it. The Ref- ormation was preceded by the discovery of Amer i ca: as if the Almighty gra- ciously meant to open a sanctuary to the persecuted in future years, when home should afford neither friendship nor safety.

The authority of Great Britain over this continent is a form of government which sooner or later must have an end: and a serious mind can draw no true plea sure by looking forward, under the painful and positive conviction that what he calls “the pres ent constitution” is merely temporary. As par- ents, we can have no joy, knowing that this government is not suf"ciently lasting to insure anything which we may bequeath to posterity: and by a plain method of argument, as we are running the next generation into debt, we ought to do the work of it, other wise we use them meanly and pitifully. In order to discover the line of our duty rightly, we should take our children in our hand, and "x our station a few years farther into life; that eminence will pres ent a prospect which a few pres ent fears and prejudices conceal from our sight.

Though I would carefully avoid giving unnecessary offense, yet I am inclined to believe that all those who espouse the doctrine of reconciliation may be included within the following descriptions.

Interested men who are not to be trusted, weak men who cannot see, prej- udiced men who will not see, and a certain set of moderate men who think better of the Eu ro pean world than it deserves; and this last class, by an ill- judged deliberation, will be the cause of more calamities to this continent than all the other three.

It is the good fortune of many to live distant from the scene of pres ent sorrow; the evil is not suf"ciently brought to their doors to make them feel the precariousness with which all American property is possessed. But let our imaginations transport us a few moments to Boston;4 that seat of wretch- edness will teach us wisdom, and instruct us forever to renounce a power in whom we can have no trust. The inhabitants of that unfortunate city, who but a few months ago were in ease and afduence, have now no other alter- native than to stay and starve, or turn out to beg. Endangered by the "re of their friends if they continue within the city,5 and plundered by the soldiery if they leave it, in their pres ent situation they are prisoners without the hope of redemption, and in a general attack for their relief they would be exposed to the fury of both armies.

Men of passive tempers look somewhat lightly over the offenses of Great Britain, and, still hoping for the best, are apt to call out, “Come, come, we shall be friends again for all this.” But examine the passions and feelings of mankind: bring the doctrine of reconciliation to the touchstone of nature, and then tell me whether you can hereafter love, honor, and faithfully serve the power that hath carried "re and sword into your land? If you cannot do all these, then are you only deceiving yourselves, and by your delay bringing

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6. Paradise Lost 4.98–99, by the En glish poet John Milton (1608–1674). 7. Thomas Anello, other wise Massanello [i.e., Tommaso Aniello (1622–1647), known as Masan- iello], a "sherman of Naples, who after spiriting

up his countrymen in the public market place, against the oppression of the Spaniards, to whom the place was then subject, prompted them to revolt, and in the space of a day became King [Paine’s note].

ruin upon posterity. Your future connection with Britain, whom you can nei- ther love nor honor, will be forced and unnatural, and, being formed only on the plan of pres ent con ve nience, will in a little time fall into a relapse more wretched than the "rst. But if you say, you can still pass the violations over, then I ask, hath your house been burnt? Hath your property been destroyed before your face? Are your wife and children destitute of a bed to lie on, or bread to live on? Have you lost a parent or a child by their hands, and yourself the ruined and wretched survivor? If you have not, then are you not a judge of those who have. But if you have, and can still shake hands with the murderers, then are you unworthy the name of husband, father, friend, or lover, and what ever may be your rank or title in life, you have the heart of a coward, and the spirit of a sycophant.

This is not indaming or exaggerating matters, but trying them by those feelings and affections which nature justi"es, and without which we should be incapable of discharging the social duties of life, or enjoying the felici- ties of it. I mean not to exhibit horror for the purpose of provoking revenge, but to awaken us from fatal and unmanly slumbers, that we may pursue determinately some "xed object. ’Tis not in the power of Britain or of Eu rope to conquer Amer i ca, if she doth not conquer herself by delay and timidity. The pres ent winter is worth an age if rightly employed, but if lost or neglected the whole continent will partake of the misfortune; and there is no punish- ment which that man doth not deserve, be he who, or what, or where he will, that may be the means of sacri"cing a season so precious and useful.

’Tis repugnant to reason, to the universal order of things, to all examples from former ages, to suppose that this continent can long remain subject to any external power. The most sanguine in Britain doth not think so. The utmost stretch of human wisdom cannot, at this time, compass a plan, short of separation, which can promise the continent even a year’s security. Rec- onciliation is now a fallacious dream. Nature hath deserted the connection, and art cannot supply her place. For, as Milton wisely expresses, “never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.”6

* * * A government of our own is our natu ral right: and when a man seriously redects on the precariousness of human affairs, he will become convinced that it is in"nitely wiser and safer to form a constitution of our own in a cool deliberate manner, while we have it in our power, than to trust such an in ter est ing event to time and chance. If we omit it now, some Massanello7 may hereafter arise, who, laying hold of popu lar disquietudes, may collect together the desperate and the discontented, and by assuming to themselves the powers of government, " nally sweep away the liberties of the continent like a deluge. Should the government of Amer i ca return again into the hands of Britain, the tottering situation of things will be a temptation for some des- perate adventurer to try his fortune; and in such a case, what relief can

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8. Refuge. 9. Paine sometimes referred to this essay, the "rst of the sixteen Crisis pamphlets, as The American Crisis. In one week in 1776, he pub- lished three editions: one undated, one dated

December 19, and the one reprinted here, dated December 23. The text is from The Writings of Thomas Paine (1894–96), vol. 1, edited by M. D. Conway.

Britain give? Ere she could hear the news, the fatal business might be done; and ourselves suffering like the wretched Britons under the oppression of the conqueror. Ye that oppose in de pen dence now, ye know not what ye do: ye are opening a door to eternal tyranny by keeping vacant the seat of gov- ernment. There are thousands and tens of thousands, who would think it glorious to expel from the continent that barbarous and hellish power, which hath stirred up the Indians and the Negroes to destroy us; the cruelty hath a double guilt: it is dealing brutally by us, and treacherously by them.

To talk of friendship with those in whom our reason forbids us to have faith, and our affections wounded through a thousand pores instruct us to detest, is madness and folly. Every day wears out the little remains of kin- dred between us and them; and can there be any reason to hope, that as the relationship expires, the affection will increase, or that we shall agree bet- ter when we have ten times more and greater concerns to quarrel over than ever?

Ye that tell us of harmony and reconciliation, can ye restore to us the time that is past? Can ye give to prostitution its former innocence? Neither can ye reconcile Britain and Amer i ca. The last cord now is broken, the people of Eng land are presenting addresses against us. There are injuries which nature cannot forgive; she would cease to be nature if she did. As well can the lover forgive the ravisher of his mistress, as the continent forgive the murders of Britain. The Almighty hath implanted in us these unextinguish- able feelings for good and wise purposes. They are the guardians of His image in our hearts. They distinguish us from the herd of common animals. The social compact would dissolve, and justice be extirpated from the earth, or have only a casual existence were we callous to the touches of affection. The robber and the murderer would often escape unpunished, did not the injuries which our tempers sustain provoke us into justice.

O! ye that love mankind! Ye that dare oppose not only the tyranny but the tyrant, stand forth! Every spot of the old world is overrun with oppression. Freedom hath been hunted round the globe. Asia and Africa have long expelled her. Eu rope regards her like a stranger, and Eng land hath given her warning to depart. O! receive the fugitive, and prepare in time an asylum8 for mankind.

1776

The Crisis, No. 19

These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sun- shine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the ser vice of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyr- anny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us,

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1. Costliness. 2. Cf. the Second Continental Congress’s “Dec- laration Setting Forth the Causes and Necessity of [the Mas sa chu setts Assembly’s] Taking Up Arms” (July 6, 1775): “By one statute [Parlia- ment’s Declaratory Act of 1766] it is declared that Parliament can ‘of right make laws to bind us in all cases whatsoever.’ What is to defend us against so enormous, so unlimited a power?” 3. “The pres ent winter is worth an age, if rightly employed; but, if lost or neglected, the whole con- tinent will partake of the evil; and there is no punishment that man does not deserve, be he who, or what, or where he will, that may be the

means of sacri"cing a season so precious and use- ful” [Paine’s note, taken from Common Sense]. Paine wanted an immediate declaration of in de- pen dence, uniting the colonies and enlisting the aid of France and Spain. 4. The province of New Jersey was divided into East and West Jersey. Lord William Howe (1729– 1814), commander of the British Army in Amer- i ca (1775–78). 5. I.e., like one who is chilled. 6. Joan of Arc (1412–1431) led the French to vic- tory over the En glish in 1429 (not “the fourteenth century”).

that the harder the condict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness1 only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as freedom should not be highly rated. Britain, with an army to enforce her tyranny, has declared that she has a right (not only to tax) but “to bind us in all cases whatsoever,”2 and if being bound in that manner is not slavery, then is there not such a thing as slavery upon earth. Even the expression is impious; for so unlim- ited a power can belong only to God.

Whether the in de pen dence of the continent was declared too soon, or delayed too long, I will not now enter into as an argument; my own simple opinion is, that had it been eight months earlier, it would have been much better. We did not make a proper use of last winter, neither could we, while we were in a dependent state. However, the fault, if it were one, was all our own;3 we have none to blame but ourselves. But no great deal is lost yet. All that Howe has been doing for this month past is rather a ravage than a con- quest, which the spirit of the Jerseys,4 a year ago, would have quickly repulsed, and which time and a little resolution will soon recover.

I have as little superstition in me as any man living, but my secret opin- ion has ever been, and still is, that God Almighty will not give up a people to military destruction, or leave them unsupportedly to perish, who have so earnestly and so repeatedly sought to avoid the calamities of war, by every decent method which wisdom could invent. Neither have I so much of the in"del in me as to suppose that He has relinquished the government of the world, and given us up to the care of dev ils; and as I do not, I cannot see on what grounds the King of Britain can look up to heaven for help against us: a common murderer, a highwayman, or a house breaker has as good a pre- tense as he.

’Tis surprising to see how rapidly a panic will sometimes run through a country. All nations and ages have been subject to them: Britain has trem- bled like an ague5 at the report of a French deet of dat- bottomed boats; and in the fourteenth century the whole En glish army, after ravaging the king- dom of France, was driven back like men petri"ed with fear; and this brave exploit was performed by a few broken forces collected and headed by a woman, Joan of Arc.6 Would that heaven might inspire some Jersey maid to spirit up her countrymen, and save her fair fellow sufferers from ravage and ravishment! Yet panics, in some cases, have their uses; they produce as much good as hurt. Their duration is always short; the mind soon grows through

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7. Supporter of the king. 8. The Delaware River, which played a major part in the 1776 battles—in New York, New Jer- sey, and Pennsylvania— that Paine details below.

9. The Hudson River. 1. Major General Nathanael Greene (1742– 1786). Paine was his aide- de- camp.

them, and acquires a "rmer habit than before. But their peculiar advantage is that they are the touchstones of sincerity and hy poc risy, and bring things and men to light, which might other wise have lain forever undiscovered. In fact, they have the same effect on secret traitors, which an imaginary appa- rition would have upon a private murderer. They sift out the hidden thoughts of man, and hold them up in public to the world. Many a disguised tory7 has lately shown his head, that shall penitentially solemnize with curses the day on which Howe arrived upon the Delaware.8

As I was with the troops at Fort Lee, and marched with them to the edge of Pennsylvania, I am well acquainted with many circumstances, which those who live at a distance know but little or nothing of. Our situation there was exceedingly cramped, the place being a narrow neck of land between the North River9 and the Hackensack. Our force was inconsiderable, being not one fourth so great as Howe could bring against us. We had no army at hand to have relieved the garrison, had we shut ourselves up and stood on our defense. Our ammunition, light artillery, and the best part of our stores had been removed on the apprehension that Howe would endeavor to pen- etrate the Jerseys, in which case Fort Lee could be of no use to us; for it must occur to every thinking man, whether in the army or not, that these kind of "eld forts are only for temporary purposes, and last in use no longer than the enemy directs his force against the par tic u lar object, which such forts are raised to defend. Such was our situation and condition at Fort Lee on the morning of the 20th of November, when an of"cer arrived with infor- mation that the enemy with 200 boats had landed about seven miles above: Major General Green,1 who commanded the garrison, immediately ordered them under arms, and sent express to General Washington at the town of Hackensack, distant, by the way of the ferry, six miles. Our "rst object was to secure the bridge over the Hackensack, which laid up the river between the enemy and us, about six miles from us, and three from them. General Washington arrived in about three quarters of an hour, and marched at the head of the troops towards the bridge, which place I expected we should have a brush for; however, they did not choose to dispute it with us, and the great- est part of our troops went over the bridge, the rest over the ferry, except some which passed at a mill on a small creek, between the bridge and the ferry, and made their way through some marshy grounds up to the town of Hackensack, and there passed the river. We brought off as much baggage as the wagons could contain, the rest was lost. The simple object was to bring off the garrison, and march them on till they could be strengthened by the Jersey or Pennsylvania militia, so as to be enabled to make a stand. We staid four days at Newark, collected our outposts with some of the Jersey militia, and marched out twice to meet the enemy, on being informed that they were advancing, though our numbers were greatly inferior to theirs. Howe, in my little opinion, committed a great error in generalship in not throwing a body of forces off from Staten Island through Amboy, by which means he might have seized all our stores at Brunswick, and intercepted our march into

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2. The American losses were larger than Paine implies. General Howe took three thousand pris- oners and a large store of military supplies when he captured Fort Lee. 3. The French writer François- Marie Arouet (1694–1778), known as Voltaire, made this

remark about King William III of Eng land (1650– 1702) in his History of Louis the Fourteenth. 4. Store house. 5. Supporters of the Revolution. 6. Paine was stationed at Perth Amboy, New Jer- sey, while in the Continental Army.

Pennsylvania; but if we believe the power of hell to be limited, we must like- wise believe that their agents are under some providential control.2

I shall not now attempt to give all the particulars of our retreat to the Delaware; suf"ce it for the pres ent to say, that both of"cers and men, though greatly harassed and fatigued, frequently without rest, covering, or provi- sion, the inevitable consequences of a long retreat, bore it with a manly and martial spirit. All their wishes centered in one, which was that the country would turn out and help them to drive the enemy back. Voltaire has remarked that King William never appeared to full advantage but in dif"culties and in action;3 the same remark may be made on General Washington, for the character "ts him. There is a natu ral "rmness in some minds which cannot be unlocked by trides, but which, when unlocked, discovers a cabinet4 of fortitude; and I reckon it among those kind of public blessings, which we do not immediately see, that God hath blessed him with uninterrupted health, and given him a mind that can even dourish upon care.

I shall conclude this paper with some miscellaneous remarks on the state of our affairs; and shall begin with asking the following question: Why is it that the enemy have left the New Eng land provinces, and made these middle ones the seat of war? The answer is easy: New Eng land is not infested with tories, and we are. I have been tender in raising the cry against these men, and used numberless arguments to show them their danger, but it will not do to sacri"ce a world either to their folly or their baseness. The period is now arrived, in which either they or we must change our sentiments, or one or both must fall. And what is a tory? Good God! what is he? I should not be afraid to go with a hundred whigs5 against a thousand tories, were they to attempt to get into arms. Every tory is a coward; for servile, slavish, self- interested fear is the foundation of toryism; and a man under such indu- ence, though he may be cruel, never can be brave.

But, before the line of irrecoverable separation be drawn between us, let us reason the matter together: Your conduct is an invitation to the enemy, yet not one in a thousand of you has heart enough to join him. Howe is as much deceived by you as the American cause is injured by you. He expects you will all take up arms, and dock to his standard, with muskets on your shoulders. Your opinions are of no use to him, unless you support him per- sonally, for ’tis soldiers, and not tories, that he wants.

I once felt all that kind of anger, which a man ought to feel, against the mean princi ples that are held by the tories: a noted one, who kept a tavern at Amboy,6 was standing at his door, with as pretty a child in his hand, about eight or nine years old, as I ever saw, and after speaking his mind as freely as he thought was prudent, "nished with this unfatherly expression, “Well! give me peace in my day.” Not a man lives on the continent but fully believes that a separation must some time or other " nally take place, and a generous parent should have said, “If there must be trou ble, let it be in my day, that my child may have peace”; and this single redection, well applied, is suf"-

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7. Lack. 8. I.e., Philadelphia.

9. If.

cient to awaken every man to duty. Not a place upon earth might be so happy as Amer i ca. Her situation is remote from all the wrangling world, and she has nothing to do but to trade with them. A man can distinguish himself between temper and princi ple, and I am as con"dent, as I am that God gov- erns the world, that Amer i ca will never be happy till she gets clear of for- eign dominion. Wars, without ceasing, will break out till that period arrives, and the continent must in the end be conqueror; for though the dame of liberty may sometimes cease to shine, the coal can never expire.

Amer i ca did not, nor does not, want7 force; but she wanted a proper appli- cation of that force. Wisdom is not the purchase of a day, and it is no won- der that we should err at the "rst setting off. From an excess of tenderness, we were unwilling to raise an army, and trusted our cause to the temporary defense of a well- meaning militia. A summer’s experience has now taught us better; yet with those troops, while they were collected, we were able to set bounds to the pro gress of the enemy, and thank God! they are again assembling. I always considered militia as the best troops in the world for a sudden exertion, but they will not do for a long campaign. Howe, it is prob- able, will make an attempt on this city;8 should he fail on this side of the Delaware, he is ruined: if he succeeds, our cause is not ruined. He stakes all on his side against a part on ours; admitting9 he succeeds, the conse- quence will be that armies from both ends of the continent will march to assist their suffering friends in the middle states; for he cannot go every- where, it is impossible. I consider Howe as the greatest enemy the tories have; he is bringing a war into their country, which, had it not been for him and partly for themselves, they had been clear of. Should he now be expelled, I wish with all the devotion of a Christian, that the names of whig and tory may never more be mentioned; but should the tories give him encourage- ment to come, or assistance if he come, I as sincerely wish that our next year’s arms may expel them from the continent, and the congress appropri- ate their possessions to the relief of those who have suffered in well- doing. A single successful battle next year will settle the whole. Amer i ca could carry on a two years’ war by the con"scation of the property of disaffected per- sons, and be made happy by their expulsion. Say not that this is revenge; call it rather the soft resentment of a suffering people, who, having no object in view but the good of all, have staked their own all upon a seemingly doubt- ful event. Yet it is folly to argue against determined hardness; eloquence may strike the ear, and the language of sorrow draw forth the tear of com- passion, but nothing can reach the heart that is steeled with prejudice.

Quitting this class of men, I turn with the warm ardor of a friend to those who have nobly stood, and are yet determined to stand the matter out: I call not upon a few, but upon all: not on this state or that state, but on every state: up and help us; lay your shoulders to the wheel; better have too much force than too little, when so great an object is at stake. Let it be told to the future world that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive, that the city and the country, alarmed at one common dan- ger, came forth to meet and to repulse it. Say not that thousands are gone,

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1. “Saul hath slain his thousands, and David his ten thousands” (1 Samuel 18.7). 2. “Shew me thy faith without thy works, and I will shew thee my faith by my works” (James 2.18). 3. I.e., the backwoods.

4. “And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4.7). General Thomas Gage (1721–1787) commanded the Brit- ish armies in Amer i ca from 1763 to 1775, before Howe.

turn out your tens of thousands;1 throw not the burden of the day upon Prov- idence, but “show your faith by your works”2 that God may bless you. It matters not where you live, or what rank of life you hold, the evil or the bless- ing will reach you all. The far and the near, the home counties and the back,3 the rich and poor will suffer or rejoice alike. The heart that feels not now is dead: the blood of his children will curse his cowardice who shrinks back at a time when a little might have saved the whole, and made them happy. I love the man that can smile in trou ble, that can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by redection. ’Tis the business of little minds to shrink; but he whose heart is "rm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his princi ples unto death. My own line of reasoning is to myself as straight and clear as a ray of light. Not all the trea sures of the world, so far as I believe, could have induced me to support an offensive war, for I think it murder; but if a thief breaks into my house, burns and destroys my property, and kills or threatens to kill me, or those that are in it, and to “bind me in all cases whatsoever” to his absolute will, am I to suffer it? What signi"es it to me, whether he who does it is a king or a common man; my countryman or not my countryman; whether it be done by an individual vil- lain, or an army of them? If we reason to the root of things we shall "nd no difference; neither can any just cause be assigned why we should punish in the one case and pardon in the other. Let them call me rebel, and welcome, I feel no concern from it; but I should suffer the misery of dev ils were I to make a whore of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man. I conceive like- wise a horrid idea in receiving mercy from a being, who at the last day shall be shrieking to the rocks and mountains to cover him, and deeing with ter- ror from the orphan, the widow, and the slain of Amer i ca.

There are cases which cannot be overdone by language, and this is one. There are persons, too, who see not the full extent of the evil which threat- ens them; they solace themselves with hopes that the enemy, if he succeed, will be merciful. It is the madness of folly to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice; and even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war; the cunning of the fox is as murderous as the vio lence of the wolf, and we ought to guard equally against both. Howe’s "rst object is, partly by threats and partly by promises, to terrify or seduce the people to deliver up their arms and receive mercy. The ministry recommended the same plan to Gage, and this is what the tories call making their peace, “a peace which passeth all understanding”4 indeed! A peace which would be the immediate forerunner of a worse ruin than any we have yet thought of. Ye men of Pennsylvania, do reason upon these things! Were the back coun- ties to give up their arms, they would fall an easy prey to the Indians, who are all armed: this perhaps is what some tories would not be sorry for. Were the home counties to deliver up their arms, they would be exposed to the resentment of the back counties, who would then have it in their power to

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5. German mercenaries. 6. In New York, where, on October  28, 1776, General Howe successfully overcame Washing- ton’s troops but failed to take full advantage of

his victory. 7. I.e., the local volunteers. 1. The text is from The Writings of Thomas Paine (1894–96), vol. 4, edited by M. D. Conway.

chastise their defection at plea sure. And were any one state to give up its arms, that state must be garrisoned by all Howe’s army of Britons and Hes- sians5 to preserve it from the anger of the rest. Mutual fear is the principal link in the chain of mutual love, and woe be to that state that breaks the compact. Howe is mercifully inviting you to barbarous destruction, and men must be either rogues or fools that will not see it. I dwell not upon the vapors of imagination: I bring reason to your ears, and, in language as plain as A, B, C, hold up truth to your eyes.

I thank God that I fear not. I see no real cause for fear. I know our situa- tion well, and can see the way out of it. While our army was collected, Howe dared not risk a battle; and it is no credit to him that he decamped from the White Plains,6 and waited a mean opportunity to ravage the defenseless Jer- seys; but it is great credit to us, that, with a handful of men, we sustained an orderly retreat for near an hundred miles, brought off our ammunition, all our "eld pieces, the greatest part of our stores, and had four rivers to pass. None can say that our retreat was precipitate, for we were near three weeks in performing it, that the country7 might have time to come in. Twice we marched back to meet the enemy, and remained out till dark. The sign of fear was not seen in our camp, and had not some of the cowardly and disaffected inhabitants spread false alarms through the country, the Jerseys had never been ravaged. Once more we are again collected and collecting; our new army at both ends of the continent is recruiting fast, and we shall be able to open the next campaign with sixty thousand men, well armed and clothed. This is our situation, and who will may know it. By perseverance and fortitude we have the prospect of a glorious issue; by cowardice and sub- mission, the sad choice of a variety of evils— a ravaged country— a depopu- lated city— habitations without safety, and slavery without hope— our homes turned into barracks and bawdy houses for Hessians, and a future race to provide for, whose fathers we shall doubt of. Look on this picture and weep over it! and if there yet remains one thoughtless wretch who believes it not, let him suffer it unlamented.

Common Sense

1776

From The Age of Reason1

Chapter I. The Author’s Profession of Faith

It has been my intention, for several years past, to publish my thoughts upon religion; I am well aware of the dif"culties that attend the subject, and from that consideration had reserved it to a more advanced period of life. I intended it to be the last offering I should make to my fellow citizens of all nations, and that at a time when the purity of the motive that induced me to it could not admit of a question, even by those who might disapprove the work.

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2. By 1792, leaders of the French Revolution had discredited the Roman Catholic Church in France and closed the churches.

The circumstance that has now taken place in France, of the total aboli- tion of the whole national order of priesthood, and of every thing appertain- ing to compulsive systems of religion, and compulsive articles of faith,2 has not only precipitated my intention, but rendered a work of this kind exceed- ingly necessary lest, in the general wreck of superstition, of false systems of government, and false theology, we lose sight of morality, of humanity, and of the theology that is true.

As several of my colleagues and others of my fellow citizens of France have given me the example of making their voluntary and individual profession of faith, I also will make mine; and I do this with all that sincerity and frank- ness with which the mind of man communicates with itself.

I believe in one God, and no more; and I hope for happiness beyond this life.

I believe in the equality of man, and I believe that religious duties consist in doing justice, loving mercy, and endeavoring to make our fellow creatures happy.

But, lest it should be supposed that I believe many other things in addi- tion to these, I shall, in the pro gress of this work, declare the things I do not believe, and my reasons for not believing them.

I do not believe in the creed professed by the Jewish church, by the Roman church, by the Greek church, by the Turkish church, by the Protestant church, nor by any church that I know of. My own mind is my own church.

All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian, or Turk- ish, appear to me no other than human inventions set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and pro"t.

I do not mean by this declaration to condemn those who believe other- wise; they have the same right to their belief as I have to mine. But it is necessary to the happiness of man that he be mentally faithful to himself. In"delity does not consist in believing, or in disbelieving; it consists in pro- fessing to believe what he does not believe.

It is impossible to calculate the moral mischief, if I may so express it, that mental lying has produced in society. When a man has so far corrupted and prostituted the chastity of his mind as to subscribe his professional belief to things he does not believe, he has prepared himself for the commission of every other crime. He takes up the trade of a priest for the sake of gain, and, in order to qualify himself for that trade, he begins with a perjury. Can we conceive anything more destructive to morality than this?

Soon after I had published the pamphlet Common Sense, in Amer i ca, I saw the exceeding probability that a revolution in the system of government would be followed by a revolution in the system of religion. The adulterous connection of church and state, wherever it had taken place, whether Jew- ish, Christian, or Turkish, had so effectually prohibited, by pains and pen- alties, every discussion upon established creeds and upon "rst princi ples of religion, that until the system of government should be changed, those sub- jects could not be brought fairly and openly before the world; but that when- ever this should be done, a revolution in the system of religion would follow.

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3. The prophet Muhammad (c. 570–632), founder of Islam. “Moses”: Old Testament prophet, traditionally considered the author of the "rst "ve Books of the Bible. 4. It is, however, necessary to except the decla-

ration which says that God visits the sins of the fathers upon the children [see, e.g., Exodus 34. 6–7]. This is contrary to every princi ple of moral justice [Paine’s note].

Human inventions and priestcraft would be detected; and man would return to the pure, unmixed, and unadulterated belief of one God, and no more.

Chapter II. Of Missions and Revelations

Every national church or religion has established itself by pretending some special mission from God, communicated to certain individuals. The Jews have their Moses; the Christians their Jesus Christ, their apostles and saints; and the Turks their Mahomet;3 as if the way to God was not open to every man alike.

Each of those churches shows certain books, which they call revelation, or the Word of God. The Jews say that their Word of God was given by God to Moses face to face; the Christians say that their Word of God came by divine inspiration; and the Turks say that their Word of God (the Koran) was brought by an angel from heaven. Each of those churches accuses the other of unbelief; and, for my own part, I disbelieve them all.

As it is necessary to af"x right ideas to words, I will, before I proceed fur- ther into the subject, offer some observations on the word revelation. Revela- tion when applied to religion, means something communicated immediately from God to man.

No one will deny or dispute the power of the Almighty to make such a communication if He pleases. But admitting, for the sake of a case, that something has been revealed to a certain person, and not revealed to any other person, it is revelation to that person only. When he tells it to a second person, a second to a third, a third to a fourth, and so on, it ceases to be a revelation to all those persons. It is revelation to the "rst person only, and hearsay to every other, and, consequently, they are not obliged to believe it.

It is a contradiction in terms and ideas to call anything a revelation that comes to us at second hand, either verbally or in writing. Revelation is nec- essarily limited to the "rst communication. After this, it is only an account of something which that person says was a revelation made to him; and though he may "nd himself obliged to believe it, it cannot be incumbent on me to believe it in the same manner, for it was not a revelation made to me, and I have only his word for it that it was made to him.

When Moses told the children of Israel that he received the two tables of the commandments from the hand of God, they were not obliged to believe him, because they had no other authority for it than his telling them so; and I have no other authority for it than some historian telling me so, the com- mandments carry ing no internal evidence of divinity with them. They con- tain some good moral precepts such as any man quali"ed to be a lawgiver or a legislator could produce himself, without having recourse to super natu ral intervention.4

When I am told that the Koran was written in Heaven, and brought to Mahomet by an angel, the account comes to near the same kind of hearsay

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5. Roman god of the heavens, king of the gods. 6. In the ancient city of Ephesus, in Asia Minor, a temple honored the Greek fertility goddess Artemis. The Romans identi"ed Artemis with

Diana, their virgin goddess of women and child- birth. 7. A temple in Rome dedicated to all the gods. 8. Combining two characteristics.

evidence and second hand authority as the former. I did not see the angel myself, and therefore I have a right not to believe it.

When also I am told that a woman, called the Virgin Mary, said, or gave out, that she was with child without any cohabitation with a man, and that her betrothed husband, Joseph, said that an angel told him so, I have a right to believe them or not: such a circumstance required a much stronger evi- dence than their bare word for it: but we have not even this; for neither Joseph nor Mary wrote any such matter themselves. It is only reported by others that they said so. It is hearsay upon hearsay, and I do not choose to rest my belief upon such evidence.

It is, however, not dif"cult to account for the credit that was given to the story of Jesus Christ being the Son of God. He was born when the heathen my thol ogy had still some fashion and repute in the world, and that my thol ogy had prepared the people for the belief of such a story. Almost all the extraordinary men that lived under the heathen my thol ogy were reputed to be the sons of some of their gods. It was not a new thing at that time to believe a man to have been celestially begotten; the inter- course of gods with women was then a matter of familiar opinion. Their Jupiter,5 according to their accounts, had cohabited with hundreds; the story therefore had nothing in it either new, wonderful, or obscene; it was conformable to the opinions that then prevailed among the people called Gentiles, or mythologists, and it was those people only that believed it. The Jews, who had kept strictly to the belief of one god, and no more, and who had always rejected the heathen my thol ogy, never credited the story.

It is curious to observe how the theory of what is called the Christian Church, sprung out of the tail of the heathen my thol ogy. A direct incorpo- ration took place in the "rst instance, by making the reputed founder to be celestially begotten. The trinity of gods that then followed was no other than a reduction of the former plurality, which was about twenty or thirty thou- sand. The statue of Mary succeeded the statue of Diana of Ephesus.6 The dei"cation of heroes changed into the canonization of saints. The mytholo- gists had gods for every thing; the Christian mythologists had saints for every- thing. The church became as crowded with the one, as the Pantheon7 had been with the other; and Rome was the place of both. The Christian theory is little else than the idolatry of the ancient mythologists, accommodated to the purposes of power and revenue; and it yet remains to reason and philosophy to abolish the amphibious8 fraud.

Chapter XI. Of the Theology of the Christians, and the True Theology

As to the Christian system of faith, it appears to me as a species of atheism; a sort of religious denial of God. It professes to believe in a man rather than in God. It is a compound made up chiedy of man- ism with but little deism, and is as near to atheism as twilight is to darkness. It introduces between man and his Maker an opaque body, which it calls a redeemer, as the moon introduces her opaque self between the earth and the sun, and it produces

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9. In the Old Testament, Job comes before the Book of Psalms, but the author of Job alludes to some lines of Psalms, which must have come ear- lier. Paine thinks that both Job and Psalm 19 (“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the

"rmament sheweth his handi work”) conform “to the original system of theology,” because they convey immediate responses to the world that God made.

by this means a religious or an irreligious eclipse of light. It has put the whole orbit of reason into shade.

The effect of this obscurity has been that of turning every thing upside down, and representing it in reverse; and among the revolutions it has thus magically produced, it has made a revolution in theology.

That which is now called natu ral philosophy, embracing the whole circle of science, of which astronomy occupies the chief place, is the study of the works of God, and of the power and wisdom of God in His works, and is the true theology.

As to the theology that is now studied in its place, it is the study of human opinions and of human fancies concerning God. It is not the study of God Himself in the works that He has made, but in the works or writings that man has made; and it is not among the least of the mischiefs that the Chris- tian system has done to the world, that it has abandoned the original and beautiful system of theology, like a beautiful innocent, to distress and reproach, to make room for the hag of superstition.

The Book of Job and the 19th Psalm, which even the church admits to be more ancient than the chronological order in which they stand in the book called the Bible, are theological orations conformable to the original system of theology.9 The internal evidence of those orations proves to [be] a dem- onstration that the study and contemplation of the works of creation, and of the power and wisdom of God revealed and manifested in those works, made [up] a great part of the religious devotion of the times in which they were written; and it was this devotional study and contemplation that led to the discovery of the princi ples upon which what are now called sciences are established; and it is to the discovery of these princi ples that almost all the arts that contribute to the con ve nience of human life owe their exis- tence. Every principal art has some science for its parent, though the per- son who mechanically performs the work does not always, and but very seldom, perceive the connection.

It is a fraud of the Christian system to call the sciences human inventions; it is only the application of them that is human. Every science has for its basis a system of princi ples as "xed and unalterable as those by which the universe is regulated and governed. Man cannot make princi ples; he can only discover them.

For example: every person who looks at an almanac sees an account when an eclipse will take place, and he sees also that it never fails to take place according to the account there given. This shows that man is acquainted with the laws by which the heavenly bodies move. But it would be some- thing worse than ignorance, were any church on earth to say that those laws are an human invention.

It would also be ignorance, or something worse, to say that the scienti"c princi ples, by the aid of which man is enabled to calculate and foreknow when an eclipse will take place, are an human invention. Man cannot invent

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anything that is eternal and immutable; and the scienti"c princi ples he employs for this purpose must, and are, of necessity, as eternal and immu- table as the laws by which the heavenly bodies move, or they could not be used as they are to ascertain the time when, and the manner how, an eclipse will take place.

The scienti"c princi ples that man employs to obtain the foreknowledge of an eclipse, or of anything else relating to the motion of the heavenly bod- ies, are contained chiedy in that part of science that is called trigonometry, or the properties of a triangle, which, when applied to the study of the heavenly bodies, is called astronomy; when applied to direct the course of a ship on the ocean, it is called navigation; when applied to the construc- tion of "gures drawn by a rule and compass, it is called geometry; when applied to the construction of plans of edi"ces, it is called architecture; when applied to the mea sure ment of any portion of the surface of the earth, it is called land surveying. In "ne, it is the soul of science. It is an eternal truth: it contains the mathematical demonstration of which man speaks, and the extent of its uses are unknown.

It may be said, that man can make or draw a triangle, and therefore a tri- angle is an human invention.

But the triangle, when drawn, is no other than the image of the princi- ple: it is a delineation to the eye, and from thence to the mind, of a princi- ple that would other wise be imperceptible. The triangle does not make the princi ple any more than a candle taken into a room that was dark makes the chairs and tables that before were invisible. All the properties of a tri- angle exist in de pen dently of the "gure, and existed before any triangle was drawn or thought of by man. Man had no more to do in the formation of those properties or princi ples than he had to do in making the laws by which the heavenly bodies move; and therefore the one must have the same divine origin as the other.

In the same manner as, it may be said, that man can make a triangle, so also, may it be said, he can make the mechanical instrument called a lever. But the princi ple by which the lever acts is a thing distinct from the instru- ment, and would exist if the instrument did not; it attaches itself to the instrument after it is made; the instrument, therefore, can act no other wise than it does act; neither can all the efforts of human invention make it act other wise. That which, in all such cases, man calls the effect, is no other than the princi ple itself rendered perceptible to the senses.

Since, then, man cannot make princi ples, from whence did he gain a knowledge of them, so as to be able to apply them, not only to things on earth, but to ascertain the motion of bodies so im mensely distant from him as all the heavenly bodies are? From whence, I ask, could he gain that knowl- edge, but from the study of the true theology?

It is the structure of the universe that has taught this knowledge to man. That structure is an ever- existing exhibition of every princi ple upon which every part of mathematical science is founded. The offspring of this science is mechanics; for mechanics is no other than the princi ples of science applied practically. The man who proportions the several parts of a mill uses the same scienti"c princi ples as if he had the power of constructing an universe, but as he cannot give to matter that invisible agency by which all the com- ponent parts of the im mense machine of the universe have induence upon

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1. I.e., a book that would form a part of Scripture.

each other, and act in motional unison together, without any apparent con- tact, and to which man has given the name of attraction, gravitation, and repulsion, he supplies the place of that agency by the humble imitation of teeth and cogs. All the parts of man’s microcosm must visibly touch. But could he gain a knowledge of that agency, so as to be able to apply it in prac- tice, we might then say that another canonical book of the word of God1 had been discovered.

If man could alter the properties of the lever, so also could he alter the properties of the triangle: for a lever (taking that sort of lever which is called a steelyard, for the sake of explanation) forms, when in motion, a triangle. The line it descends from (one point of that line being in the fulcrum), the line it descends to, and the chord of the arc, which the end of the lever describes in the air, are the three sides of a triangle. The other arm of the lever describes also a triangle; and the corresponding sides of those two tri- angles, calculated scienti"cally, or mea sured geometrically— and also the sines, tangents, and secants generated from the angles, and geometrically measured— have the same proportions to each other as the dif fer ent weights have that will balance each other on the lever, leaving the weight of the lever out of the case.

It may also be said that man can make a wheel and axis; that he can put wheels of dif fer ent magnitudes together, and produce a mill. Still the case comes back to the same point, which is, that he did not make the princi- ple that gives the wheels those powers. This princi ple is as unalterable as in the former cases, or rather it is the same princi ple under a dif fer ent appear- ance to the eye.

The power that two wheels of dif fer ent magnitudes have upon each other is in the same proportion as if the semidiameter of the two wheels were joined together and made into that kind of lever I have described, suspended at the part where the semidiameters join; for the two wheels, scienti"cally considered, are no other than the two circles generated by the motion of the compound lever.

It is from the study of the true theology that all our knowledge of science is derived; and it is from that knowledge that all the arts have originated.

The Almighty lecturer, by displaying the princi ples of science in the struc- ture of the universe, has invited man to study and to imitation. It is as if He had said to the inhabitants of this globe that we call ours, “I have made an earth for man to dwell upon, and I have rendered the starry heavens vis i ble, to teach him science and the arts. He can now provide for his own comfort, and learn from my muni"cence to all, to be kind to each other.”

Of what use is it, unless it be to teach man something, that his eye is endowed with the power of beholding, to an incomprehensible distance, an immensity of worlds revolving in the ocean of space? Or of what use is it that this immensity of worlds is vis i ble to man? What has man to do with the Pleiades, with Orion, with Sirius, with the star he calls the North Star, with the moving orbs he has named Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, Venus, and Mer- cury, if no uses are to follow from their being vis i ble? A less power of vision would have been suf"cient for man, if the immensity he now possesses were

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given only to waste itself, as it were, on an im mense desert of space glitter- ing with shows.

It is only by contemplating what he calls the starry heavens, as the book and school of science, that he discovers any use in their being vis i ble to him, or any advantage resulting from his immensity of vision. But when he con- templates the subject in this light, he sees an additional motive for saying, that nothing was made in vain; for in vain would be this power of vision if it taught man nothing.

1793 1794

THOMAS JEFFERSON 1743–1826

I n June 1776, the Second Continental Congress met in Philadelphia to consider whether to declare their alliance of colonies in de pen dent of Great Britain. The delegates turned to a thirty- two- year- old representative from Virginia, Thomas Jef- ferson, to be the principal drafter of a statement that the full congress would then debate, amend, and vote to either accept or reject. Jefferson was an awkward speaker but a talented prose stylist, and his reputation as a writer had preceded him to Phil- adelphia. While serving in the Virginia House of Burgesses in 1774, he had written an induential and daring pamphlet, A Summary View of the Rights of British Amer- i ca, which denied all parliamentary authority over Amer i ca and argued that ties to the British monarchy were voluntary and not irrevocable. On June 11, 1776, after some maneuvering by John Adams, Jefferson was chosen to head the committee charged with drafting a declaration of in de pen dence. The other members of the com- mittee who helped Jefferson re"ne his draft were Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Roger Sherman, and Robert Livingston. On June 28, the draft declaration was presented to Congress, where it underwent some further modi"cations before it could pass unanimously, as it did on July 4. These alterations were a source of regret to Jef- ferson. In his Autobiography (1829), he included the original draft and indicated changes made by the Congress.

One of the omitted passages speaks to a central tension of Jefferson’s legacy. Admired as a prophet of equality and liberty, he is also widely recognized as an owner of some two hundred slaves, including several men and women who were most likely his children with the enslaved woman Sally Hemings. This paradox in Jefferson’s personal life resonates with a larger circumstance memorably captured by the En glish writer Samuel Johnson in his 1775 pamphlet “Taxation No Tyranny.” “Why is it,” Johnson asked, “we hear the loudest yelps for liberty among the drivers of negroes?” In his draft declaration, Jefferson seeks to turn the tables by blaming George III, “the christian king of Great Britain,” for refusing to allow the colonists to limit the slave trade and inciting enslaved people “to rise in arms among us, . . . thus paying off former crimes committed against the LIBERTIES of one people, with crimes which he urges them to commit against the lives of another.” In this formulation, Jefferson proposes an equivalence between the colonists, who are said to be resisting “slavery” to Great Britain, and those subjected to race- based chattel

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slavery. At the same time, he invokes the specter of racial warfare—of whites against the “merciless Indian savages” as well as black slaves—to unite the colonists against the Crown.

Jefferson wrote his Autobiography in 1821, and he may have been prompted to restore this passage of the draft declaration by a national crisis regarding whether to admit Missouri to the Union as a slave state and Maine as a free state. On March 3, 1820, the Missouri Compromise legislated a balance between free and slave states. Writing of the slave system in April 1820, he observed that “we have the wolf by the ear, and we can neither hold him, nor safely let him go. Justice is in one scale, and self- preservation in the other.” As the restored text of the Declara- tion shows, Jefferson’s fear of race war had long been a power ful—and powerfully distorting— factor in his thought. In the 1780s, it led him in Notes on the State of Virginia to support the colonization movement that sought to remove people of African descent from the United States.

Jefferson’s complex stance is related to his roots in the Virginia planter society that had developed over the eigh teenth century. He was born at the Shadwell plantation, in what is now Albemarle County, Virginia. His mother, Jane Ran- dolph, came from one of the state’s most prominent families. His father, Peter Jefferson, was a county of"cial and surveyor. When Thomas was fourteen, his father died, and he inherited twenty- seven hundred acres of land and slaves to work it. Over the years he added to this expanse of property, which reached a peak of almost ten thousand acres.

In 1760 Jefferson entered the College of William and Mary, in Williamsburg, the capital of Virginia. There Jefferson met three men who strongly induenced his life: Governor Francis Fauquier, a fellow of the Royal Society, a famous scienti"c organ- ization based in Eng land; George Wythe, one of the best teachers of law in the colonies; and Dr. William Small, an emigrant from Scotland who introduced Jef- ferson to the Scottish Enlightenment, including the work of Francis Hutcheson, author of An Inquiry into the Original of Our Ideas of Beauty and Virtue (1725), and Henry Home, Lord Kames, author of Essays on the Princi ples of Morality and Natu- ral Religion (1751), whose ideas shaped his aesthetic and po liti cal thought. Jeffer- son remained in Williamsburg to study law after graduation and was admitted to the bar in 1765.

Three years later he began clearing the mountaintop at his plantation, named Monticello, Italian for “ little mountain.” There, he eventually built the neoclassical mansion of his own design, completing the proj ect in 1808. The year after he started his building proj ect, he was elected to the Virginia House of Burgesses and began a prominent career in the legislature. After serving in the Continental Con- gress during the catalytic summer of 1776, he left to take up a seat in the Virginia House of Delegates that September. He was elected governor in 1779 and reelected the following year. Jefferson’s term of of"ce came to an ignominious end after the British captured Richmond in 1781. Jefferson and the legislature moved to Charlot- tesville, and he and the legislators barely escaped imprisonment when the pursuing British Army descended on them at Monticello. Jefferson’s ensuing resignation and the lack of preparations for the defense of the city were held against him, and it was some time before he regained the con"dence of Virginians.

From 1781 to 1784, Jefferson withdrew from public life and remained at Monti- cello, completing his only book, Notes on the State of Virginia, a work of natu ral and social history that also pres ents Jefferson’s thinking on a range of volatile issues, including slavery and race, religious liberty, and the economic basis of the future United States. He was appointed minister to France in 1784 and served with Benjamin Franklin on the commission that signed the Treaty of Paris, which ended the Revolutionary War. He returned to Monticello in 1789, and the follow- ing year George Washington appointed him to be the "rst secretary of state under the newly adopted Constitution. After three years, Jefferson retired once again and

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1. On June 7, 1776, Richard Henry Lee of Virginia proposed to the Second Continental Congress, meeting in Philadelphia, that “ these united Colonies are, and of a right ought to be, free and in de pen dent states.” Lee’s resolution was passed on July 2, and the Declaration was adopted on July 4 with the changes noted by Jef-

ferson in this text, taken from his Autobiography. On August 2, a copy on parchment was signed by all the delegates but three, who signed later. The text is from The Writings of Thomas Jefferson (1903), edited by  A.  A. Lipscomb and  A.  E. Bergh.

temporarily withdrew to Monticello. He ran for president in 1796, losing to John Adams and taking the of"ce of vice president instead, as was then the practice. However, he won the watershed election of 1800, becoming the nation’s third pres- ident and the "rst to be inaugurated in Washington,  D.C. He named Benjamin Latrobe surveyor of public buildings and worked with Latrobe in planning a great city to be the new nation’s capital.

When Jefferson returned to Monticello in 1809, his public life was over. In his later years, he kept up a copious correspondence. His exchanges with John Adams offer a study in contrasting personalities as well as fascinating insights into revolu- tionary history. On the Fourth of July, 1826—the "ftieth anniversary of the Dec- laration of In de pen dence—Jefferson died a few hours before Adams, his longtime collaborator, rival, and correspondent. At the time of his death, he was deeply in debt, and his family was forced to sell Monticello. Despite the discomfort with the slave system that he frequently expressed, Jefferson ultimately freed a total of just seven of the people he held in bondage, all members of the extended Hemings family.

President of the United States, "rst secretary of state, minister to France, gover- nor of Virginia, and congressman, Thomas Jefferson once said that he wished to be remembered for only three things: drafting the Declaration of In de pen dence, writ- ing and supporting the Virginia Statute for Religious Freedom (1786), and founding the University of Virginia (1819). Jefferson might well have included a number of other accomplishments in this list: a remarkable architect, he designed not just Monticello but also the Virginia state capitol and the original buildings for the University of Virginia; he had a library of some ten thousand volumes, which served as the basis for the Library of Congress, and a collection of paintings and sculpture that made him the greatest patron of the arts in the early United States; and he was known the world over for his spirit of scienti"c inquiry and as the creator of several remarkable inventions.

The three acts for which he wished to be remembered testify to Jefferson’s life- long passion to liberate the human mind from tyranny, whether imposed by the state, the Church, or human ignorance. The fact that he was unable to liberate his own mind from the tyranny of racialist thought remains part of his ambiguous leg- acy. The Declaration of In de pen dence has directly induenced in de pen dence move- ments around the world, from Haiti to India and from Venezuela to Rhodesia. It offers an im por tant argument for viewing “Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness” as “unalienable Rights” best achieved through the exercise of popular government.

From The Autobiography of Thomas Jefferson1

From The Declaration of In de pen dence

* * * It appearing in the course of these debates, that the colonies of New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Mary land, and South Carolina were not yet matured for falling from the parent stem, but that they were fast

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2. A parliamentary procedure calling for the consideration of the proposal (British usage).

3. Posthaste: speedily.

advancing to that state, it was thought most prudent to wait a while for them, and to postpone the "nal decision to July 1st; but, that this might occasion as little delay as pos si ble, a committee was appointed to prepare a Declara- tion of In de pen dence. The committee were John Adams, Dr. Franklin, Roger Sherman, Robert R. Livingston, and myself. Committees were also appointed, at the same time, to prepare a plan of confederation for the colonies, and to state the terms proper to be proposed for foreign alliance. The committee for drawing the Declaration of In de pen dence, desired me to do it. It was accordingly done, and being approved by them, I reported it to the House on Friday, the 28th of June, when it was read, and ordered to lie on the table.2 On Monday, the 1st of July, the House resolved itself into a committee of the whole, and resumed the consideration of the original motion made by the delegates of Virginia, which, being again debated through the day, was carried in the af"rmative by the votes of New Hampshire, Connecticut, Mas- sa chu setts, Rhode Island, New Jersey, Mary land, Virginia, North Carolina and Georgia. South Carolina and Pennsylvania voted against it. Delaware had but two members pres ent, and they were divided. The delegates from New York declared they were for it themselves, and were assured their con- stituents were for it; but that their instructions having been drawn near a twelve- month before, when reconciliation was still the general object, they were enjoined by them to do nothing which should impede that object. They, therefore, thought themselves not justi"able in voting on either side, and asked leave to withdraw from the question: which was given them. The com- mittee rose and reported their resolution to the House. Mr. Edward Rut- ledge, of South Carolina, then requested the determination might be put off to the next day, as he believed his colleagues, though they disapproved of the resolution, would then join in it for the sake of una nim i ty. The ulti- mate question, whether the House would agree to the resolution of the com- mittee, was accordingly postponed to the next day, when it was again moved, and South Carolina concurred in voting for it. In the meantime, a third member had come post3 from the Delaware counties, and turned the vote of that colony in favor of the resolution. Members of a dif fer ent senti- ment attending that morning from Pennsylvania also, her vote was changed, so that the whole twelve colonies who were authorized to vote at all, gave their voices for it; and, within a few days, the convention of New York approved of it, and thus supplied the void occasioned by the withdrawing of her delegates from the vote.

Congress proceeded the same day to consider the Declaration of In de pen- dence, which had been reported and lain on the table the Friday preceding, and on Monday referred to a committee of the whole. The pusillanimous idea that we had friends in Eng land worth keeping terms with, still haunted the minds of many. For this reason, those passages which conveyed censures on the people of Eng land were struck out, lest they should give them offense. The clause too, reprobating the enslaving the inhabitants of Africa, was struck out in complaisance to South Carolina and Georgia, who had never attempted to restrain the importation of slaves, and who, on the contrary,

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4. John Dickinson of Pennsylvania, who opposed it. 5. Jefferson’s phrase “life, liberty, and the pur- suit of happiness” echoes “life, liberty, and prop- erty,” from the En glish phi los o pher John Locke

(1632–1704). However, Jefferson may have been more induenced by the Scottish Enlightenment phi los o phers, particularly Hutcheson. 6. I.e., discernible.

still wished to continue it. Our northern brethren also, I believe, felt a little tender under those censures; for though their people had very few slaves themselves, yet they had been pretty considerable carriers of them to others. The debates, having taken up the greater parts of the 2d, 3d, and 4th days of July, were, on the eve ning of the last, closed; the Declaration was reported by the committee, agreed to by the House, and signed by every member pres- ent, except Mr. Dickinson.4 As the sentiments of men are known not only by what they receive, but what they reject also, I will state the form of the Declaration as originally reported. The parts struck out by Congress shall be distinguished by a black line drawn under them, and those inserted by them shall be placed in the margin, or in a concurrent column.

a declaration by the representatives of the united states of ame rica, in general congress assembled.

When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the po liti cal bands which have con- nected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth the separate and equal station to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent res pect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self evident: that all men are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with inherent and inalienable rights; that among these are life, lib- erty, and the pursuit of happiness;5 that to secure these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed; that whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new government, laying its foundation on such princi ples, and organ izing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accord- ingly all experience hath shown that mankind are more dis- posed to suffer while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accus- tomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, begun at a distinguished6 period and pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future secu- rity. Such has been the patient sufferance of these colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to

certain

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7. King George III (1738–1820; reigned 1760– 1820).

8. I.e., consume the local people’s food and other staple goods.

expunge their former systems of government. The history of the pres ent king of Great Britain7 is a history of unremitting injuries and usurpations, among which appears no solitary fact to contradict the uniform tenor of the rest, but all have in direct object the establishment of an absolute tyranny over these states. To prove this, let facts be submitted to a candid world for the truth of which we pledge a faith yet unsullied by falsehood.

He has refused his assent to laws the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his governors to pass laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their opera- tion till his assent should be obtained; and, when so sus- pended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of repre sen ta tion in the legislature, a right inesti- mable to them, and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their pub- lic rec ords, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into com- pliance with his mea sures.

He has dissolved representative houses repeatedly and continually for opposing with manly "rmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time after such dissolutions to cause others to be elected, whereby the legislative powers, incapable of annihilation, have returned to the people at large for their exercise, the state remaining, in the meantime, exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without and con- vulsions within.

He has endeavored to prevent the population of these states; for that purpose obstructing the laws for naturaliza- tion of foreigners, refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new appro- priations of lands.

He has suffered the administration of justice totally to cease in some of these states refusing his assent to laws for estab- lishing judiciary powers.

He has made our judges dependent on his will alone for the tenure of their of"ces, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of new of"ces, by a self- assumed power and sent hither swarms of new of"cers to harass our people and eat out their substance.8

He has kept among us in times of peace standing armies and ships of war without the consent of our legislatures.

alter

repeated all having

obstructed by

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9. I.e., the British Parliament. 1. The Quebec Act of 1774 recognized the Roman Catholic religion in Quebec and extended the borders of the province to the Ohio River; it restored French civil law and thus angered the

New Eng land colonies. It was often referred to as one of the “intolerable acts.” 2. German soldiers hired by the king for colo- nial ser vice.

He has affected to render the military in de pen dent of, and superior to, the civil power.

He has combined with others9 to subject us to a jurisdic- tion foreign to our constitutions and unacknowledged by our laws, giving his assent to their acts of pretended legislation for quartering large bodies of armed troops among us; for protecting them by a mock trial from punishment for any murders which they should commit on the inhabitants of these states; for cutting off our trade with all parts of the world; for imposing taxes on us without our consent; for depriving us [ ] of the bene"ts of trial by jury; for transport- ing us beyond seas to be tried for pretended offenses; for abolishing the free system of En glish laws in a neighboring province, establishing therein an arbitrary government, and enlarging its bound aries, so as to render it at once an exam- ple and "t instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these states;1 for taking away our charters, abolishing our most valuable laws, and altering fundamentally the forms of our governments; for suspending our own legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated government here withdrawing his gover- nors, and declaring us out of his allegiance and protection.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large armies of foreign mercenaries2 to complete the works of death, desolation and tyranny already begun with circumstances of cruelty and per- "dy [ ] unworthy the head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow citizens taken captive on the high seas, to bear arms against their country, to become the executioners of their friends and brethren, or to fall them- selves by their hands.

He has [ ] endeavored to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian savages, whose known rule of warfare is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions of existence.

He has incited treasonable insurrections of our fellow citi- zens, with the allurements of forfeiture and con"scation of our property.

He has waged cruel war against human nature itself, vio- lating its most sacred rights of life and liberty in the persons of a distant people who never offended him, captivating and carry ing them into slavery in another hemi sphere, or to incur miserable death in their transportation thither. This piratical

in many cases

colonies;

by declaring us out of his protection, and waging war against us.

scarcely par- alleled in the most barba- rous ages, and totally

excited domestic insurrection among us, and has

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3. I.e., vetoed legislation to end the slave trade. 4. Might lack nothing. 5. King George III.

6. Engaged. 7. Lacking attention.

warfare, the opprobrium of in"del powers, is the warfare of the christian king of Great Britain. Determined to keep open a market where men should be bought and sold, he has prosti- tuted his negative3 for suppressing every legislative attempt to prohibit or to restrain this execrable commerce. And that this assemblage of horrors might want no fact of distinguished die,4 he is now exciting those very people to rise in arms among us, and to purchase that liberty of which he has deprived them, by murdering the people on whom he also obtruded them: thus paying off former crimes committed against the liberties of one people, with crimes which he urges them to commit against the lives of another.

In every stage of these oppressions we have petitioned for redress in the most humble terms: our repeated petitions have been answered only by repeated injuries.

A prince5 whose character is thus marked by every act which may de"ne a tyrant is un"t to be the ruler of a [ ] people who mean to be free. Future ages will scarcely believe that the hardiness of one man adventured,6 within the short compass of twelve years only, to lay a foundation so broad and so undisguised for tyranny over a people fostered and "xed in princi ples of freedom.

Nor have we been wanting in attentions7 to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend a jurisdiction over these our states. We have reminded them of the circum- stances of our emigration and settlement here, no one of which could warrant so strange a pretension: that these were effected at the expense of our own blood and trea sure, unas- sisted by the wealth or the strength of Great Britain: that in constituting indeed our several forms of government, we had adopted one common king, thereby laying a foundation for perpetual league and amity with them: but that submission to their parliament was no part of our constitution, nor ever in idea, if history may be credited: and, we [ ] appealed to their native justice and magnanimity as well as to the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations which were likely to interrupt our connection and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguin- ity, and when occasions have been given them, by the regular course of their laws, of removing from their councils the dis- turbers of our harmony, they have, by their free election, rees- tablished them in power. At this very time too, they are permitting their chief magistrate to send over not only sol- diers of our common blood, but Scotch and foreign merce- naries to invade and destroy us. These facts have given the

free

an unwar- rantable / us

have and we have conjured them by would inevi- tably

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8. Proclaims. 9. Written in a legal hand.

last stab to agonizing affection, and manly spirit bids us to renounce forever these unfeeling brethren. We must endeavor to forget our former love for them, and hold them as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends. We might have been a free and a great people together; but a communication of grandeur and of freedom, it seems, is below their dignity. Be it so, since they will have it. The road to happiness and to glory is open to us, too. We will tread it apart from them, and acquiesce in the necessity which denounces8 our eternal separation [ ]!

and hold them as we hold the rest of mankind, enemies in war, in peace friends.

We therefore the representatives of the United States of Amer i ca in General Congress assembled, do in the name, and by the authority of the good people of these states reject and renounce all allegiance and subjec- tion to the kings of Great Britain and all others who may hereafter claim by, through or under them; we utterly dissolve all po liti cal connection which may heretofore have subsisted between us and the people or parlia- ment of Great Britain: and " nally we do assert and declare these colonies to be free and in de pen dent states, and that as free and in de pen dent states, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alli- ances, establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which in de- pen dent states may of right do.

And for the support of this decla- ration, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.

We, therefore, the representatives of the United States of Amer i ca in General Congress assembled, appeal- ing to the supreme judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do in the name, and by the authority of the good people of these colonies, sol- emnly publish and declare, that these united colonies are, and of right ought to be free and in de pen dent states; that they are absolved from all alle- giance to the British crown, and that all po liti cal connection between them and the state of Great Britain is, and ought to be, totally dissolved; and that as free and in de pen dent states, they have full power to levy war, conclude peace, contract alliances, establish commerce, and to do all other acts and things which in de pen dent states may of right do.

And for the support of this decla- ration, with a "rm reliance on the protection of divine providence, we mutually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.

The Declaration thus signed on the 4th, on paper, was engrossed9 on parchment, and signed again on the 2d of August.

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1. In 1781, the year Jefferson resigned as gover- nor of Virginia, he received a request from the Marquis de Barbé- Marbois (1745–1837), secre- tary of the French legation at Philadelphia, to answer twenty- three questions concerning the geo graph i cal bound aries, the ecol ogy, and the social history of Virginia. Jefferson took the occa- sion to make some observations on slavery, man- ufacturing, and government. He wanted especially to counter the notion, prevalent among Eu ro pean naturalists (especially Georges Louis Leclerc, Comte de Buffon [1707–1788]), that

North American species, human and nonhuman, had degenerated and were inferior to Old World types. Jefferson’s replies were published privately in 1784–85. The threat of an unauthorized French translation prompted Jefferson to pub- lish an authorized edition of this heterogeneous work in London in 1787. 2. Jefferson owned the land near Lexington, Virginia, on which the Natu ral Bridge stands. 3. I.e., though it is not a cascade, it must not be omitted. 4. Chord (a term in geometry).

From Notes on the State of Virginia1

From Query V. Cascades

* * * [natu ral bridge]2

The Natu ral bridge, the most sublime of Nature’s works, though not com- prehended under the pres ent head, must not be pretermitted.3 It is on the ascent of a hill, which seems to have been cloven through its length by some great convulsion. The "ssure, just at the bridge, is by some admea sure ments, 270 feet deep, by others only 205. It is about 45 feet wide at the bottom, and 90 feet at the top; this of course determines the length of the bridge, and its height from the water. Its breadth in the middle, is about 60 feet, but more at the ends, and the thickness of the mass at the summit of the arch, about 40 feet. A part of this thickness is constituted by a coat of earth, which gives growth to many large trees. The residue, with the hill on both sides, is one solid rock of lime- stone. The arch approaches the Semi- elliptical form; but the larger axis of the ellipsis, which would be the cord4 of the arch, is many times longer than the transverse. Though the sides of this bridge are provided in some parts with a parapet of "xed rocks, yet few men have resolution to walk to them and look over into the abyss. You involuntarily fall on your hands and feet, creep to the parapet and peep over it. Looking down from this height about a minute, gave me a violent head ach. If the view from the top be painful and intolerable, that from below is delightful in an equal extreme. It is impossible for the emotions arising from the sub- lime, to be felt beyond what they are here: so beautiful an arch, so elevated, so light, and springing as it were up to heaven, the rapture of the spectator is really indescribable! The "ssure continuing narrow, deep, and streight for a considerable distance above and below the bridge, opens a short but very pleasing view of the North mountain on one side, and Blue ridge on the other, at the distance each of them of about "ve miles. This bridge is in the country of Rock bridge, to which it has given name, and affords a public and commodious passage over a valley, which cannot be crossed elsewhere for a considerable distance. The stream passing under it is called Cedar creek. It is a water of James river, and suf"cient in the driest seasons to turn a grist- mill, though its fountain is not more than two miles above.

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5. This sentence fragment represents a pro- posed revision to the Virginia state constitu-

tion (“the act”). 6. Abilities, capacities.

From Query XIV. Laws

* * * [slavery]

To emancipate all slaves born after passing the act.5 The bill reported by the revisors does not itself contain this proposition; but an amendment contain- ing it was prepared, to be offered to the legislature whenever the bill should be taken up, and further directing, that they should continue with their par- ents to a certain age, then be brought up, at the public expence, to tillage, arts or sciences, according to their geniusses,6 till the females should be eigh- teen, and the males twenty- one years of age, when they should be colonized to such place as the circumstances of the time should render most proper, sending them out with arms, implements of house hold and of the handicraft arts, seeds, pairs of the useful domestic animals, &c. to declare them a free and in de pen dent people, and extend to them our alliance and protection, till they shall have acquired strength; and to send vessels at the same time to other parts of the world for an equal number of white inhabitants; to induce whom to migrate hither, proper encouragements were to be proposed. It will prob ably be asked, Why not retain and incorporate the blacks into the state, and thus save the expence of supplying, by importation of white settlers, the vacancies they will leave? Deep rooted prejudices entertained by the whites; ten thousand recollections, by the blacks, of the injuries they have sustained; new provocations; the real distinctions which nature has made; and many other circumstances, will divide us into parties, and pro- duce convulsions which will prob ably never end but in the extermination of the one or the other race.— To these objections, which are po liti cal, may be added others, which are physical and moral. The "rst difference which strikes us is that of colour. Whether the black of the negro resides in the reticular membrane between the skin and scarf- skin, or in the scarf- skin itself; whether it proceeds from the colour of the blood, the colour of the bile, or from that of some other secretion, the difference is "xed in nature, and is as real as if its seat and cause were better known to us. And is this difference of no importance? Is it not the foundation of a greater or less share of beauty in the two races? Are not the "ne mixtures of red and white, the expressions of every passion by greater or less suffusions of colour in the one, preferable to that eternal monotony, which reigns in the countenances, that immoveable veil of black which covers all the emotions of the other race? Add to these, dowing hair, a more elegant symmetry of form, their own judgment in favour of the whites, declared by their preference of them, as uniformly as is the preference of the Oranootan for the black women over those of his own species. The circumstance of superior beauty, is thought worthy atten- tion in the propagation of our horses, dogs, and other domestic animals; why not in that of man? Besides those of colour, "gure, and hair, there are other physical distinctions proving a difference of race. They have less hair on the face and body. They secrete less by the kidnies, and more by the glands of the skin, which gives them a very strong and disagreeable odour. This

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7. Crawford [Jefferson’s note]. British scientist Adair Crawford (1748–1795).

8. Greek mathematician (d. c. 300 b.c.e.).

greater degree of transpiration renders them more tolerant of heat, and less so of cold, than the whites. Perhaps too a difference of structure in the pul- monary apparatus, which a late ingenious experimentalist7 has discovered to be the principal regulator of animal heat, may have disabled them from extricating, in the act of inspiration, so much of that duid from the outer air, or obliged them in expiration, to part with more of it. They seem to require less sleep. A black, after hard labour through the day, will be induced by the slightest amusements to sit up till midnight, or later, though know- ing he must be out with the "rst dawn of the morning. They are at least as brave, and more adventuresome. But this may perhaps proceed from a want of forethought, which prevents their seeing a danger till it be pres ent. When pres ent, they do not go through it with more coolness or steadiness than the whites. They are more ardent after their female: but love seems with them to be more an eager desire, than a tender delicate mixture of sentiment and sensation. Their griefs are transient. Those numberless afdictions, which render it doubtful whether heaven has given life to us in mercy or in wrath, are less felt, and sooner forgotten with them. In general, their existence appears to participate more of sensation than redection. To this must be ascribed their disposition to sleep when abstracted from their diversions, and unemployed in labour. An animal whose body is at rest, and who does not redect, must be disposed to sleep of course. Comparing them by their facul- ties of memory, reason, and imagination, it appears to me, that in memory they are equal to the whites; in reason much inferior, as I think one could scarcely be found capable of tracing and comprehending the investigations of Euclid;8 and that in imagination they are dull, tasteless, and anomalous. It would be unfair to follow them to Africa for this investigation. We will consider them here, on the same stage with the whites, and where the facts are not apocryphal on which a judgment is to be formed. It will be right to make great allowances for the difference of condition, of education, of con- versation, of the sphere in which they move. Many millions of them have been brought to, and born in Amer i ca. Most of them indeed have been con- "ned to tillage, to their own homes, and their own society: yet many have been so situated, that they might have availed themselves of the conversa- tion of their masters; many have been brought up to the handicraft arts, and from that circumstance have always been associated with the whites. Some have been liberally educated, and all have lived in countries where the arts and sciences are cultivated to a considerable degree, and have had before their eyes samples of the best works from abroad. The Indians, with no advantages of this kind, will often carve "gures on their pipes not destitute of design and merit. They will crayon out an animal, a plant, or a country, so as to prove the existence of a germ in their minds which only wants cul- tivation. They astonish you with strokes of the most sublime oratory; such as prove their reason and sentiment strong, their imagination glowing and elevated. But never yet could I "nd that a black had uttered a thought above the level of plain narration; never see even an elementary trait of painting or sculpture. In music they are more generally gifted than the whites with

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9. Estrus: period of (sexual) receptivity and fer- tility; heat. 1. Phillis Wheatley (c. 1753–1784), the "rst published African American female poet, whose poems appear later in this volume. 2. In his mock- heroic Dunciad, the En glish poet Alexander Pope (1688–1744) satirizes hack writ- ers. Jefferson is saying that just as the severely unhealthy and deformed Pope was not the myth- ological hero Hercules, so Wheatley was less tal- ented than Pope’s targets.

3. Black Briton, composer, actor, and writer (c. 1729–1780), known for his posthumously pub- lished letters, an early account of African slavery by a former slave. 4. As in the highly inventive novel Tristram Shandy, by the Anglo- Irish writer Laurence Sterne (1713–1768). 5. I.e., during the period when Augustus (63 b.c.e.–14 c.e.) was Rome’s "rst emperor (27 b.c.e.–14 c.e.).

accurate ears for tune and time, and they have been found capable of imag- ining a small catch. Whether they will be equal to the composition of a more extensive run of melody, or of complicated harmony, is yet to be proved. Mis- ery is often the parent of the most affecting touches in poetry.— Among the blacks is misery enough, God knows, but no poetry. Love is the peculiar œstrum9 of the poet. Their love is ardent, but it kindles the senses only, not the imagination. Religion indeed has produced a Phyllis Whately,1 but it could not produce a poet. The compositions published under her name are below the dignity of criticism. The heroes of the Dunciad are to her, as Her- cules to the author of that poem.2 Ignatius Sancho3 has approached nearer to merit in composition; yet his letters do more honour to the heart than the head. They breathe the purest effusions of friendship and general phi- lanthropy, and shew how great a degree of the latter may be compounded with strong religious zeal. He is often happy in the turn of his compliments, and his stile is easy and familiar, except when he affects a Shandean4 fabri- cation of words. But his imagination is wild and extravagant, escapes inces- santly from every restraint of reason and taste, and, in the course of its vagaries, leaves a tract of thought as incoherent and eccentric, as is the course of a meteor through the sky. His subjects should often have led him to a pro cess of sober reasoning: yet we "nd him always substituting senti- ment for demonstration. Upon the whole, though we admit him to the "rst place among those of his own colour who have presented themselves to the public judgment, yet when we compare him with the writers of the race among whom he lived, and particularly with the epistolary class, in which he has taken his own stand, we are compelled to enroll him at the bottom of the column. This criticism supposes the letters published under his name to be genuine, and to have received amendment from no other hand; points which would not be of easy investigation. The improvement of the blacks in body and mind, in the "rst instance of their mixture with the whites, has been observed by every one, and proves that their inferiority is not the effect merely of their condition of life. We know that among the Romans, about the Augustan age especially,5 the condition of their slaves was much more deplorable than that of the blacks on the continent of Amer i ca. The two sexes were con"ned in separate apartments, because to raise a child cost the master more than to buy one. Cato, for a very restricted indulgence to his slaves in this par tic u lar, took from them a certain price. But in this coun- try the slaves multiply as fast as the free inhabitants. Their situation and manners place the commerce between the two sexes almost without restraint.— The same Cato, on a princi ple of œconomy, always sold his sick

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6. I.e., from chapter  2 of De Re Rusticâ, also known as De Agri Cultura (Latin for Of Agricul- ture or Of Farming), by the Roman statesman Cato the Elder (234–149 b.c.e.). The Latin quo- tation is preceded by its En glish translation. 7. Pres ent- day Tiber Island, in the Tiber River, which runs through Rome. “Expose”: abandon to die.

8. Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero (10 b.c.e.–54 c.e., reigned 41–54). 9. Publius Vedius Pollio (d. 15 b.c.e.), Roman equestrian and friend of Augustus. 1. Respectively, Greek phi los o pher in Rome (c. 55–135 c.e.), Roman dramatist (186 or 185– ?159 b.c.e.), and Roman Fabulist (c. 15 b.c.e– c. 50 c.e.).

and superannuated slaves. He gives it as a standing precept to a master vis- iting his farm, to sell his old oxen, old wagons, old tools, old and diseased servants, and every thing else become useless. “Vendat boves vetulos, plaus- trum vetus, ferramenta vetera, servum senem, servum morbosum, & si quid aliud supersit vendat.” Cato de re rusticâ. c. 2.6 The American slaves cannot enumerate this among the injuries and insults they receive. It was the com- mon practice to expose in the island of Æsculapius, in the Tyber,7 diseased slaves, whose cure was like to become tedious. The Emperor Claudius,8 by an edict, gave freedom to such of them as should recover, and "rst declared, that if any person chose to kill rather than to expose them, it should be deemed hom i cide. The exposing them is a crime of which no instance has existed with us; and were it to be followed by death, it would be punished capitally. We are told of a certain Vedius Pollio,9 who, in the presence of Augustus, would have given a slave as food to his "sh, for having broken a glass. With the Romans, the regular method of taking the evidence of their slaves was under torture. Here it has been thought better never to resort to their evidence. When a master was murdered, all his slaves, in the same house, or within hearing, were condemned to death. Here punishment falls on the guilty only, and as precise proof is required against him as against a freeman. Yet notwithstanding these and other discouraging circumstances among the Romans, their slaves were often their rarest artists. They excelled too in science, insomuch as to be usually employed as tutors to their mas- ter’s children. Epictetus, Terence, and Phædrus,1 were slaves. But they were of the race of whites. It is not their condition then, but nature, which has produced the distinction.— Whether further observation will or will not ver- ify the conjecture, that nature has been less bountiful to them in the endowments of the head, I believe that in those of the heart she will be found to have done them justice. That disposition to theft with which they have been branded, must be ascribed to their situation, and not to any depravity of the moral sense. The man, in whose favour no laws of property exist, prob- ably feels himself less bound to res pect those made in favour of others. When arguing for ourselves, we lay it down as a fundamental, that laws, to be just, must give a reciprocation of right: that, without this, they are mere arbitrary rules of conduct, founded in force, and not in conscience: and it is a prob lem which I give to the master to solve, whether the religious precepts against the violation of property were not framed for him as well as his slave? And whether the slave may not as justi"ably take a little from one, who has taken all from him, as he may slay one who would slay him? That a change in the relations in which a man is placed should change his ideas of moral right and wrong, is neither new, nor peculiar to the colour of the blacks. Homer tells us it was so 2600 years ago.

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2. I.e., book 17, line 323 of the Odyssey, by the ancient Greek epic poet Homer. The Greek quotation is followed by Alexander Pope’s translation (1726).

’Ημισυ, γαζ τ’ dρ∈τdς dποαAνυ αι ∈DρAθπα Ζ∈B . ’Αν∈ρο , ∈υτ’ gν μιν κατb δaλιον nμαζ Fλησιν.

Od. 17. 323.2

Jove "x’d it certain, that what ever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.

But the slaves of which Homer speaks were whites. Notwithstanding these considerations which must weaken their res pect for the laws of property, we "nd among them numerous instances of the most rigid integrity, and as many as among their better instructed masters, of benevolence, gratitude, and unshaken "delity.— The opinion, that they are inferior in the faculties of rea- son and imagination, must be hazarded with great dif"dence. To justify a general conclusion, requires many observations, even where the subject may be submitted to the Anatomical knife, to Optical glasses, to analy sis by "re, or by solvents. How much more then where it is a faculty, not a sub- stance, we are examining; where it eludes the research of all the senses; where the conditions of its existence are vari ous and variously combined; where the effects of those which are pres ent or absent bid de"ance to cal- culation; let me add too, as a circumstance of great tenderness, where our conclusion would degrade a whole race of men from the rank in the scale of beings which their Creator may perhaps have given them. To our reproach it must be said, that though for a century and a half we have had under our eyes the races of black and of red men, they have never yet been viewed by us as subjects of natu ral history. I advance it therefore as a suspicion only, that the blacks, whether originally a distinct race, or made distinct by time and circumstances, are inferior to the whites in the endowments both of body and mind. It is not against experience to suppose, that dif fer ent spe- cies of the same genus, or va ri e ties of the same species, may possess dif fer- ent quali"cations. Will not a lover of natu ral history then, one who views the gradations in all the races of animals with the eye of philosophy, excuse an effort to keep those in the department of man as distinct as nature has formed them? This unfortunate difference of colour, and perhaps of fac- ulty, is a power ful obstacle to the emancipation of these people. Many of their advocates, while they wish to vindicate the liberty of human nature, are anxious also to preserve its dignity and beauty. Some of these, embar- rassed by the question “What further is to be done with them?” join them- selves in opposition with those who are actuated by sordid avarice only. Among the Romans emancipation required but one effort. The slave, when made free, might mix with, without staining the blood of his master. But with us a second is necessary, unknown to history. When freed, he is to be removed beyond the reach of mixture.

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3. This land; i.e., Virginia, as opposed to the “northern government,” or colonies, referred to below. 4. Refuges. 5. I.e., swear to leave. 6. Distributing. “Inhibited”: prohibited. “Suffering their meetings”: hosting their religious ser vices.

7. Jefferson is referring to Article XVI of Virginia’s Declaration of Rights ( adopted June 12, 1776, by the "fth Virginia Convention). 8. I.e., the Constitution of Virginia ( adopted June 29, 1776, by the Fifth Virginia Convention) incorporates the entire Declaration of Rights.

Query XVII

[religion]

The "rst settlers in this country3 were emigrants from Eng land, of the En glish church, just at a point of time when it was dushed with complete victory over the religious of all other persuasions. Possessed, as they became, of the powers of making, administering, and executing the laws, they showed equal intolerance in this country with their Presbyterian brethren, who had emigrated to the northern government. The poor Quakers were dying from persecution in Eng land. They cast their eyes on these new countries as asy- lums4 of civil and religious freedom; but they found them free only for the reigning sect. Several acts of the Virginia assembly of 1659, 1662, and 1693, had made it penal in parents to refuse to have their children baptized; had prohibited the unlawful assembling of Quakers; had made it penal for any master of a vessel to bring a Quaker into the state; had ordered those already here, and such as should come thereafter, to be imprisoned till they should abjure5 the country; provided a milder punishment for their "rst and sec- ond return, but death for their third; had inhibited all persons from suffer- ing their meetings in or near their houses, entertaining them individually, or disposing6 of books which supported their tenets. If no capital execution took place here, as did in New- Eng land, it was not owing to the moderation of the church, or spirit of the legislature, as may be inferred from the law itself; but to historical circumstances which have not been handed down to us. The Anglicans retained full possession of the country about a century. Other opinions began then to creep in, and the great care of the govern- ment to support their own church, having begotten an equal degree of indo- lence in its clergy, two- thirds of the people had become dissenters at the commencement of the pres ent revolution. The laws indeed were still oppres- sive on them, but the spirit of the one party had subsided into moderation, and of the other had risen to a degree of determination which commanded res pect.

The pres ent state of our laws on the subject of religion is this. The con- vention of May 1776, in their declaration of rights, declared it to be a truth, and a natu ral right, that the exercise of religion should be free;7 but when they proceeded to form on that declaration the ordinance of government, instead of taking up every princi ple declared in the bill of rights, and guard- ing it by legislative sanction, they passed over that which asserted our reli- gious rights, leaving them as they found them.8 The same convention, however, when they met as a member of the general assembly in October 1776, repealed all acts of parliament which had rendered criminal the main- taining any opinions in matters of religion, the forbearing to repair to church, and the exercising any mode of worship; and suspended the laws giving sala- ries to the clergy, which suspension was made perpetual in October 1779.

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9. That is, chapter 1 of the "rst year (1558–59) of the reign of Elizabeth. 1. On the burning of a heretic (Latin). 2. Furneaux passim [Jefferson’s note]. Philip Furneaux (1726–1783), En glish minister and author of Letters to the Honorable Mr.  Justice Blackstone, Concerning His Exposition of the

Act of Toleration, and Some Positions Relative to Religious Liberty, in His Celebrated Commentar- ies on the Laws of Eng land (1770). “Passim,” Latin for “ here and there,” means Jefferson is cit- ing vari ous parts of Furneaux’s work. 3. I.e., leave them unrestrained.

Statutory oppressions in religion being thus wiped away, we remain at pres- ent under those only imposed by the common law, or by our own acts of assembly. At the common law, heresy was a capital offense, punishable by burning. Its de"nition was left to the ecclesiastical judges, before whom the conviction was, till the statute of the 1 El. c. 1.9 circumscribed it, by declar- ing, that nothing should be deemed heresy, but what had been so determined by authority of the canonical scriptures, or by one of the four "rst general councils, or by some other council having for the grounds of their declara- tion the express and plain words of the scriptures. Heresy, thus circum- scribed, being an offense at the common law, our act of assembly of October 1777, c. 17. gives cognizance of it to the general court, by declaring, that the jurisdiction of that court shall be general in all matters at the common law. The execution is by the writ De hæretico comburendo.1 By our own act of assembly of 1705, c. 30, if a person brought up in the Christian religion denies the being of a God, or the Trinity, or asserts there are more Gods than one, or denies the Christian religion to be true, or the scriptures to be of divine authority, he is punishable on the "rst offense by incapacity to hold any of"ce or employment ecclesiastical, civil, or military; on the second by disability to sue, to take any gift or legacy, to be guardian, executor, or admin- istrator, and by three years’ imprisonment, without bail. A father’s right to the custody of his own children being founded in law on his right of guard- ianship, this being taken away, they may of course be severed from him, and put, by the authority of a court, into more orthodox hands. This is a sum- mary view of that religious slavery, under which a people have been willing to remain, who have lavished their lives and fortunes for the establishment of their civil freedom. The error seems not suf"ciently eradicated, that the operations of the mind, as well as the acts of the body, are subject to the coercion of the laws2 But our rulers can have authority over such natu ral rights only as we have submitted to them. The rights of conscience we never submitted, we could not submit. We are answerable for them to our God. The legitimate powers of government extend to such acts only as are injuri- ous to others. But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods, or no god. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg. If it be said, his testimony in a court of justice cannot be relied on, reject it then, and be the stigma on him. Constraint may make him worse by making him a hypocrite, but it will never make him a truer man. It may "x him obsti- nately in his errors, but will not cure them. Reason and free enquiry are the only effectual agents against error. Give a loose to them,3 they will support the true religion, by bringing every false one to their tribunal, to the test of their investigation. They are the natu ral enemies of error, and of error only. Had not the Roman government permitted free inquiry, Chris tian ity could never have been introduced. Had not free inquiry been indulged, at the æra of the reformation, the corruptions of Chris tian ity could not have been

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4. Galileo Galilei (1564–1642), Italian astrono- mer and physicist. 5. René Descartes (1596–1650), French scien- tist and phi los o pher. 6. Formulated by the En glish mathematician

and physicist Sir Isaac Newton (1642–1727). 7. In classical my thol ogy, a highwayman who either streched or cut off the legs of his captors to "t their bodies into his iron bed. 8. Critic of morals or customs (Latin).

purged away. If it be restrained now, the pres ent corruptions will be pro- tected, and new ones encouraged. Was the government to prescribe to us our medicine and diet, our bodies would be in such keeping as our souls are now. Thus in France the emetic was once forbidden as a medicine, and the potato as an article of food. Government is just as infallible too when it "xes systems in physics. Galileo4 was sent to the Inquisition for af"rming that the earth was a sphere: the government had declared it to be as dat as a trencher, and Galileo was obliged to abjure his error. This error however at length prevailed, the earth became a globe, and Descartes5 declared it was whirled round its axis by a vortex. The government in which he lived was wise enough to see that this was no question of civil jurisdiction, or we should all have been involved by authority in vortices. In fact, the vortices have been exploded, and the Newtonian6 princi ple of gravitation is now more "rmly established, on the basis of reason, than it would be were the government to step in, and to make it an article of necessary faith. Reason and experiment have been indulged, and error has ded before them. It is error alone which needs the support of government. Truth can stand by itself. Subject opinion to coercion: whom will you make your inquisitors? Fallible men; men gov- erned by bad passions, by private as well as public reasons. And why subject it to coercion? To produce uniformity. But is uniformity of opinion desir- able? No more than of face and stature. Introduce the bed of Procrustes7 then, and as there is danger that the large men may beat the small, make us all of a size, by lopping the former and stretching the latter. Difference of opinion is advantageous in religion. The several sects perform the of"ce of a Censor morum8 over each other. Is uniformity attainable? Millions of inno- cent men, women, and children, since the introduction of Chris tian ity, have been burnt, tortured, "ned, imprisoned; yet we have not advanced one inch towards uniformity. What has been the effect of coercion? To make one half the world fools, and the other half hypocrites. To support roguery and error all over the earth. Let us redect that it is inhabited by a thousand mil- lions of people. That these profess prob ably a thousand dif fer ent systems of religion. That ours is but one of that thousand. That if there be but one right, and ours that one, we should wish to see the 999 wandering sects gathered into the fold of truth. But against such a majority we cannot effect this by force. Reason and persuasion are the only practicable instruments. To make way for these, free inquiry must be indulged; and how can we wish others to indulge it while we refuse it ourselves. But every state, says an inquisitor, has established some religion. No two, say I, have established the same. Is this a proof of the infallibility of establishments? Our sister states of Penn- sylvania and New York, however, have long subsisted without any establish- ment at all. The experiment was new and doubtful when they made it. It has answered beyond conception. They dourish in"nitely. Religion is well supported; of vari ous kinds, indeed, but all good enough; all suf"cient to preserve peace and order: or if a sect arises, whose tenets would subvert mor- als, good sense has fair play, and reasons and laughs it out of doors, without

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9. Farmer.

suffering the state to be troubled with it. They do not hang more malefac- tors than we do. They are not more disturbed with religious dissensions. On the contrary, their harmony is unparalleled, and can be ascribed to nothing but their unbounded tolerance, because there is no other circumstance in which they differ from every nation on earth. They have made the happy discovery, that the way to silence religious disputes, is to take no notice of them. Let us too give this experiment fair play, and get rid, while we may, of those tyrannical laws. It is true, we are as yet secured against them by the spirit of the times. I doubt whether the people of this country would suffer an execution for heresy, or a three years’ imprisonment for not comprehend- ing the mysteries of the Trinity. But is the spirit of the people an infallible, a permanent reliance? Is it government? Is this the kind of protection we receive in return for the rights we give up? Besides, the spirit of the times may alter, will alter. Our rulers will become corrupt, our people careless. A single zealot may commence persecutor, and better men be his victims. It can never be too often repeated, that the time for "xing every essential right on a legal basis is while our rulers are honest, and ourselves united. From the con- clusion of this war we shall be going down hill. It will not then be necessary to resort every moment to the people for support. They will be forgotten, therefore, and their rights disregarded. They will forget themselves, but in the sole faculty of making money, and will never think of uniting to effect a due res pect for their rights. The shackles, therefore, which shall not be knocked off at the conclusion of this war, will remain on us long, will be made heavier and heavier, till our rights shall revive or expire in a convulsion.

Query XIX

[manufactures]

We never had an interior trade of any importance. Our exterior commerce has suffered very much from the beginning of the pres ent contest. During this time we have manufactured within our families the most necessary arti- cles of clothing. Those of cotton will bear some comparison with the same kinds of manufacture in Eu rope; but those of wool, dax and hemp are very coarse, unsightly, and unpleasant: and such is our attachment to agricul- ture, and such our preference for foreign manufactures, that be it wise or unwise, our people will certainly return as soon as they can, to the raising raw materials, and exchanging them for "ner manufactures than they are able to execute themselves.

The po liti cal œconomists of Eu rope have established it as a princi ple that every state should endeavour to manufacture for itself: and this princi ple, like many others, we transfer to Amer i ca, without calculating the difference of circumstance which should often produce a difference of result. In Eu rope the lands are either cultivated, or locked up against the cultivator. Manu- facture must therefore be resorted to of necessity not of choice, to support the surplus of their people. But we have an immensity of land courting the industry of the husbandman.9 Is it best then that all our citizens should be

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employed in its improvement, or that one half should be called off from that to exercise manufactures and handicraft arts for the other? Those who labour in the earth are the chosen people of God, if ever he had a cho- sen people, whose breasts he has made his peculiar deposit for substantial and genuine virtue. It is the focus in which he keeps alive that sacred "re, which other wise might escape from the face of the earth. Corruption of morals in the mass of cultivators is a phænomenon of which no age nor nation has furnished an example. It is the mark set on those, who not look- ing up to heaven, to their own soil and industry, as does the husbandman, for their subsistence, depend for it on the casualties and caprice of custom- ers. Dependance begets subservience and venality, suffocates the germ of virtue, and prepares "t tools for the designs of ambition. This, the natu ral pro gress and consequence of the arts, has sometimes perhaps been retarded by accidental circumstances: but, generally speaking, the proportion which the aggregate of the other classes of citizens bears in any state to that of its husbandmen, is the proportion of its unsound to its healthy parts, and is a good- enough barometer whereby to mea sure its degree of corruption. While we have land to labour then, let us never wish to see our citizens occupied at a workbench, or twirling a distaff.1 Carpenters, masons, smiths, are wanting in husbandry: but, for the general operations of manufacture, let our workshops remain in Eu rope. It is better to carry provisions and materi- als to workmen there, than bring them to the provisions and materials, and with them their manners and princi ples. The loss by the transportation of commodities across the Atlantic will be made up in happiness and perma- nence of government. The mobs of great cities add just so much to the sup- port of pure government, as sores do to the strength of the human body. It is the manners and spirit of a people which preserve a republic in vigour. A degeneracy in these is a canker which soon eats to the heart of its laws and constitution.

1780–81 1787

1. A short stick on which wool or dax is wound.

THE FEDERALIST

When Richard Henry Lee, a Virginia delegate to the Continental Congress, pro-posed his resolution for in de pen dence from Britain on June 7, 1776, he also suggested that a “plan of confederation be prepared and transmitted to the respec- tive colonies for their consideration and approbation.” On July 12, 1776, the Arti- cles of Confederation were presented to Congress. They were debated for a year and then rati"ed and adopted as the bylaws of the nation on March 1, 1781. The central question before the Constitutional Convention, meeting in Philadelphia six years

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later, was whether to salvage these articles through complicated amend- ments or to design a new national government. The Convention dele- gates deci ded on the latter and, in September 1787, received copies of the proposed Constitution, which they were to submit to their state leg- islatures for rati"cation. Advocates of the new Constitution, dubbed Feder- alists, and their Anti- Federalist oppo- nents quickly rose to the occasion, and a great debate followed. Many feared what they saw as the loss of states’ rights and the power of a large, impersonal federal government to dominate the lives of individual citi- zens, and they cited the absence of a bill of rights as a par tic u lar concern; others thought that the Constitution favored urban over rural populations; still others bemoaned the proposed end of the slave trade.

The debate took ten months, nowhere more seriously than in the state of New York, where adoption was not inevitable. The discussion there produced signi"cant docu- ments, the most enduring of which were the eighty- "ve essays that appeared in New York newspapers from October 1787 to April 1788 and were later collected in two vol- umes called The Federalist. These essays were written by Alexander

Hamilton (1757–1804), a brilliant and quick- tempered man, born in the West Indies, who was an aide to General George Washington and, later, secretary of the Trea sury; John Jay (1745–1829), who would be "rst chief justice of the United States Supreme Court and governor of the state of New York; and a Virginian, James Madison (1751–1836), a lawyer of distinction who would be fourth president of the United States. They used the pseudonym Publius (Latin for “public”), but the authorship was generally known.

As originally conceived, The Federalist had only one purpose: to persuade reluc- tant New Yorkers to adopt the proposed new Constitution. It did not set out to de"ne the nature of government, yet it has proven to be far more lasting than most po liti cal treatises. Although authored individually, the essays comprising The Fed- eralist share certain themes and rhetorical strategies, and they collectively respond to the writings of the ancient Greek phi los o pher Aristotle, the En glish thinkers Thomas Hobbes and John Locke, as well as David Hume and other Scottish Enlight- enment phi los o phers. The text prominently registers the tension between the states and the union, which is sometimes referred to as “the empire,” alluding to expecta- tions that the nation would expand westward.

The under lying moral emphasis of The Federalist also marks the epochal shift in public authority away from the clergy to the legal profession. All three authors had

The Federalist. Beginning in 1787, Alexander Hamilton, James Madison, and John Jay wrote eighty- "ve essays in support of the new Constitution that eventually were published in book form as The Federalist.

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1. The text is from The Federalist (1961), edited by Jacob E. Cooke.

2. Existing, pres ent. 3. Makes changes to.

studied law, and Hamilton and Jay had practiced it. Aspects of the legal culture then emerging to prominence in the early republic—including the authors’ train- ing in deliberative (or persuasive) and forensic (or judicial) rhe toric—are clearly vis i ble in the text. Its essential argument is that individuals have a natu ral right to “liberty, dignity, and happiness” and that to ensure these rights government must “secure the public good, and private rights, against the dangers of a majority,” at the same time preserving the “spirit and form of a popu lar government.” This dif- "cult balancing of interests that The Federalist argues for goes to the very heart of American democracy.

From The Federalist1

No. 1

[alexander hamilton]

To the People of the State of New York. October 27, 1787 After an unequivocal experience of the inef"cacy of the subsisting2 federal government, you are called upon to deliberate on a new Constitution for the United States of Amer i ca. The subject speaks its own importance; compre- hending in its consequences nothing less than the existence of the Union, the safety and welfare of the parts of which it is composed, the fate of an empire, in many res pects, the most in ter est ing in the world. It has been fre- quently remarked that it seems to have been reserved to the people of this country, by their conduct and example, to decide the im por tant question whether socie ties of men are really capable or not of establishing good gov- ernment from redection and choice, or whether they are forever destined to depend, for their po liti cal constitutions, on accident and force. If there be any truth in the remark, the crisis at which we are arrived may with propri- ety be regarded as the era in which that decision is to be made; and a wrong election of the part we shall act, may, in this view, deserve to be considered as the general misfortune of mankind.

This idea will add the inducements of philanthropy to those of patriotism to heighten the solicitude, which all considerate and good men must feel for the event. Happy will it be if our choice should be directed by a judicious estimate of our true interests, unperplexed and unbiased by considerations not connected with the public good. But this is a thing more ardently to be wished than seriously to be expected. The plan offered to our deliberations affects too many par tic u lar interests, innovates3 upon too many local insti- tutions, not to involve in its discussion a variety of objects foreign to its mer- its, and of views, passions and prejudices little favorable to the discovery of truth.

Among the most formidable of the obstacles which the new Constitution will have to encounter may readily be distinguished the obvious interest of a certain class of men in every state to resist all changes which may hazard a diminution of the power, emolument and consequence of the of"ces they

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hold under the state establishments— and the perverted ambition of another class of men, who will either hope to aggrandize themselves by the confu- sions of their country, or will datter themselves with fairer prospects of elevation from the subdivision of the empire into several partial confed- eracies, than from its union under one government.

It is not, however, my design to dwell upon observations of this nature. I am well aware that it would be disingenuous to resolve indiscriminately the opposition of any set of men (merely because their situations might subject them to suspicion) into interested or ambitious views: candor will oblige us to admit, that even such men may be actuated by upright inten- tions; and it cannot be doubted that much of the opposition which has made its appearance, or may hereafter make its appearance, will spring from sources, blameless at least, if not respectable, the honest errors of minds led astray by preconceived jealousies and fears. So numerous indeed and so power ful are the causes, which serve to give a false bias to the judgment, that we upon many occasions see wise and good men on the wrong as well as on the right side of questions of the "rst magnitude to society. This cir- cumstance, if duly attended to, would furnish a lesson of moderation to those, who are ever so much persuaded of their being in the right in any controversy. And a further reason for caution, in this res pect, might be drawn from the redection that we are not always sure that those who advo- cate the truth are induenced by purer princi ples than their antagonists. Ambition, avarice, personal animosity, party opposition, and many other motives, not more laudable than these, are apt to operate as well upon those who support as upon those who oppose the right side of a question. Were there not even these inducements to moderation, nothing could be more ill judged than that intolerant spirit, which has, at all times, characterized po liti cal parties. For, in politics as in religion, it is equally absurd to aim at making proselytes by "re and sword. Heresies in either can rarely be cured by persecution.

And yet however just these sentiments will be allowed to be, we have already suf"cient indications that it will happen in this as in all former cases of great national discussion. A torrent of angry and malignant passions will be let loose. To judge from the conduct of the opposite parties, we shall be led to conclude that they will mutually hope to evince the justness of their opinions, and to increase the number of their converts by the loudness of their declamations, and by the bitterness of their invectives. An enlightened zeal for the energy and ef"ciency of government will be stigmatized, as the offspring of a temper fond of despotic power and hostile to the princi ples of liberty. An overscrupulous jealousy of danger to the rights of the people, which is more commonly the fault of the head than of the heart, will be rep- resented as mere pretense and arti"ce; the bait for popularity at the expense of public good. It will be forgotten, on the one hand, that jealousy is the usual concomitant of violent love, and that the noble enthusiasm of liberty is too apt to be infected with a spirit of narrow and illiberal distrust. On the other hand, it will be equally forgotten that the vigor of government is essential to the security of liberty; that in the contemplation of a sound and well- informed judgment, their interest can never be separated; and that a dangerous ambition more often lurks behind the specious mask of

zeal for the rights of the people than under the forbidding appearance of zeal for the "rmness and ef"ciency of government. History will teach us that the former has been found a much more certain road to the introduc- tion of despotism than the latter, and that of those men who have over- turned the liberties of republics the greatest number have begun their career by paying an obsequious court to the people, commencing dema- gogues and ending tyrants.

In the course of the preceding observations I have had an eye, my fellow citizens, to putting you upon your guard against all attempts, from what- ever quarter, to induence your decision in a matter of the utmost moment to your welfare by any impressions other than those which may result from the evidence of truth. You will, no doubt, at the same time, have collected from the general scope of them that they proceed from a source not unfriendly to the new Constitution. Yes, my countrymen, I own to you, that, after having given it an attentive consideration, I am clearly of opinion it is your interest to adopt it. I am convinced that this is the safest course for your liberty, your dignity, and your happiness. I effect not reserves, which I do not feel. I will not amuse you with an appearance of deliberation, when I have deci ded. I frankly acknowledge to you my convictions, and I will freely lay before you the reasons on which they are founded. The consciousness of good intentions disdains ambiguity. I shall not however multiply professions on this head. My motives must remain in the depository of my own breast: my arguments will be open to all, and may be judged of by all. They shall at least be offered in a spirit which will not disgrace the cause of truth.

I propose in a series of papers to discuss the following in ter est ing particulars— the utility of the Union to your po liti cal prosperity— the insuf- "ciency of the pres ent confederation to preserve that Union— the necessity of a government at least equally energetic with the one proposed to the attainment of this object— the conformity of the proposed constitution to the true princi ples of republican government— its analogy to your own state constitution— and lastly, the additional security which its adoption will afford to the preservation of that species of government, to liberty and to property.

In the pro gress of this discussion I shall endeavor to give a satisfactory answer to all the objections which shall have made their appearance that may seem to have any claim to your attention.

It may perhaps be thought superduous to offer arguments to prove the utility of the Union, a point, no doubt, deeply engraved on the hearts of the great body of the people in every state, and one, which it may be imagined, has no adversaries. But the fact is that we already hear it whispered in the private circles of those who oppose the new constitution that the thirteen states are of too great extent for any general system, and that we must of necessity resort to separate confederacies of distinct portions of the whole.4 This doctrine will, in all probability, be gradually propagated, till it has vota- ries enough to countenance an open avowal of it. For nothing can be more evident, to those who are able to take an enlarged view of the subject, than

4. The same idea, tracing the arguments to their consequences, is held out in several of the late pub- lications against the new Constitution [Publius’s note].

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the alternative of an adoption of the new Constitution, or a dismemberment of the Union. It will therefore be of use to begin by examining the advan- tages of that Union, the certain evils and the probable dangers to which every state will be exposed from its dissolution. This shall accordingly constitute the subject of my next address.

Publius

No. 10

[james madison]

To the People of the State of New York. November 22, 1787 Among the numerous advantages promised by a well- constructed Union, none deserves to be more accurately developed than its tendency to break and control the vio lence of faction. The friend of popu lar governments never "nds himself so much alarmed for their character and fate as when he con- templates their propensity to this dangerous vice. He will not fail therefore to set a due value on any plan which, without violating the princi ples to which he is attached, provides a proper cure for it. The instability, injustice and confusion introduced into the public councils have in truth been the mortal diseases under which popu lar governments have everywhere perished; as they continue to be the favorite and fruitful topics from which the adver- saries to liberty derive their most specious declamations. The valuable improvements made by the American constitutions on the popu lar models, both ancient and modern, cannot certainly be too much admired; but it would be an unwarrantable partiality to contend that they have as effectu- ally obviated the danger on this side as was wished and expected. Complaints are everywhere heard from our most considerate and virtuous citizens, equally the friends of public and private faith and of public and personal liberty; that our governments are too unstable; that the public good is dis- regarded in the condicts of rival parties; and that mea sures are too often deci ded not according to the rules of justice and the rights of the minor party, but by the superior force of an interested and overbearing majority. However anxiously we may wish that these complaints had no foundation, the evidence of known facts will not permit us to deny that they are in some degree true. It will be found indeed, on a candid review of our situation, that some of the distresses under which we labor have been erroneously charged on the operation of our governments; but it will be found, at the same time, that other causes will not alone account for many of our heavi- est misfortunes; and particularly, for that prevailing and increasing distrust of public engagements, and alarm for private rights, which are echoed from one end of the continent to the other. These must be chiedy, if not wholly, effects of the unsteadiness and injustice with which a factious spirit has tainted our public administrations.

By a faction I understand a number of citizens, whether amounting to a majority or minority of the whole, who are united and actuated by some com- mon impulse of passion or of interest, adverse to the rights of other citizens, or to the permanent and aggregate interests of the community.

There are two methods of curing the mischiefs of faction: the one, by removing its causes; the other, by controlling its effects.

5. Nutriment; sustenance.

There are again two methods of removing the causes of faction: the one by destroying the liberty which is essential to its existence; the other, by giving to every citizen the same opinions, the same passions, and the same interests.

It could never be more truly said than of the "rst remedy, that it is worse than the disease. Liberty is to faction, what air is to "re, an aliment5 with- out which it instantly expires. But it could not be a less folly to abolish lib- erty, which is essential to po liti cal life, because it nourishes faction, than it would be to wish the annihilation of air, which is essential to animal life, because it imparts to "re its destructive agency.

The second expedient is as impracticable as the "rst would be unwise. As long as the reason of man continues fallible, and he is at liberty to exercise it, dif fer ent opinions will be formed. As long as the connection subsists between his reason and his self- love, his opinions and his passions will have a reciprocal induence on each other; and the former will be objects to which the latter will attach themselves. The diversity in the faculties of men from which the rights of property originate is not less an insuperable obstacle to a uniformity of interests. The protection of these faculties is the "rst object of government. From the protection of dif fer ent and unequal faculties of acquiring property, the possession of dif fer ent degrees and kinds of prop- erty immediately results: and from the induence of these on the sentiments and views of the respective proprietors ensues a division of the society into dif fer ent interests and parties.

The latent causes of faction are thus sown in the nature of man; and we see them everywhere brought into dif fer ent degrees of activity, according to the dif fer ent circumstances of civil society. A zeal for dif fer ent opinions con- cerning religion, concerning government and many other points, as well of speculation as of practice; an attachment to dif fer ent leaders ambitiously contending for pre- eminence and power; or to persons of other descriptions whose fortunes have been in ter est ing to the human passions have in turn divided mankind into parties, indamed them with mutual animosity, and rendered them much more disposed to vex and oppress each other than to cooperate for their common good. So strong is this propensity of mankind to fall into mutual animosities that where no substantial occasion pres ents itself, the most frivolous and fanciful distinctions have been suf"cient to kindle their unfriendly passions and excite their most violent condicts. But the most common and durable source of factions has been the vari ous and unequal distribution of property. Those who hold and those who are with- out property have ever formed distinct interests in society. Those who are creditors and those who are debtors fall under a like discrimination. A landed interest, a manufacturing interest, a mercantile interest, a monied interest, with many lesser interests, grow up of necessity in civilized nations, and divide them into dif fer ent classes, actuated by dif fer ent sentiments and views. The regulation of these vari ous and interfering interests forms the principal task of modern legislation, and involves the spirit of party and fac- tion in the necessary and ordinary operations of government.

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6. Thing which is desired; that which is felt to be missing and needed (Latin).

No man is allowed to be a judge in his own cause, because his interest would certainly bias his judgment and, not improbably, corrupt his integ- rity. With equal, nay with greater, reason a body of men are un"t to be both judges and parties at the same time; yet what are many of the most im por- tant acts of legislation but so many judicial determinations, not indeed con- cerning the rights of single persons, but concerning the rights of large bodies of citizens; and what are the dif fer ent classes of legislators but advocates and parties to the causes which they determine? Is a law proposed concern- ing private debts? It is a question to which the creditors are parties on one side and the debtors on the other. Justice ought to hold the balance between them. Yet the parties are and must be themselves the judges; and the most numerous party, or, in other words, the most power ful faction, must be expected to prevail. Shall domestic manufactures be encouraged, and in what degree, by restrictions on foreign manufactures? are questions which would be differently deci ded by the landed and the manufacturing classes; and prob ably by neither, with a sole regard to justice and the public good. The apportionment of taxes on the vari ous descriptions of property is an act which seems to require the most exact impartiality; yet, there is perhaps no legislative act in which greater opportunity and temptation are given to a predominant party to trample on the rules of justice. Every shilling with which they overburden the inferior number is a shilling saved to their own pockets.

It is in vain to say that enlightened statesmen will be able to adjust these clashing interests and render them all subservient to the public good. Enlight- ened statesmen will not always be at the helm; nor, in many cases, can such an adjustment be made at all, without taking into view indirect and remote considerations, which will rarely prevail over the immediate interest which one party may "nd in disregarding the rights of another, or the good of the whole.

The inference to which we are brought is that the causes of faction cannot be removed, and that relief is only to be sought in the means of controlling its effects.

If a faction consists of less than a majority, relief is supplied by the repub- lican princi ple, which enables the majority to defeat its sinister views by reg- ular vote. It may clog the administration, it may convulse the society, but it will be unable to execute and mask its vio lence under the forms of the Con- stitution. When a majority is included in a faction, the form of popu lar government on the other hand enables it to sacri"ce to its ruling passion or interest both the public good and the rights of other citizens. To secure the public good and private rights against the danger of such a faction, and at the same time to preserve the spirit and the form of popu lar government, is then the great object to which our inquiries are directed. Let me add that it is the great desideratum6 by which alone this form of government can be rescued from the opprobrium under which it has so long labored and be recom- mended to the esteem and adoption of mankind.

By what means is this object attainable? Evidently by one of two only. Either the existence of the same passion or interest in a majority at the same

7. Agreement, union. 8. Theoretical.

9. Votes.

time must be prevented; or the majority, having such co- existent passion or interest, must be rendered, by their number and local situation, unable to concert and carry into effect schemes of oppression. If the impulse and the opportunity be suffered to coincide, we well know that neither moral nor religious motives can be relied on as an adequate control. They are not found to be such on the injustice and vio lence of individuals, and lose their ef"- cacy in proportion to the number combined together; that is, in proportion as their ef"cacy becomes needful.

From this view of the subject, it may be concluded, that a pure democ- racy, by which I mean a society consisting of a small number of citizens who assem ble and administer the government in person, can admit of no cure for the mischiefs of faction. A common passion or interest will, in almost every case, be felt by a majority of the whole; a communication and concert7 results from the form of government itself; and there is nothing to check the inducements to sacri"ce the weaker party, or an obnoxious individual. Hence it is that such democracies have ever been spectacles of turbulence and contention; have ever been found incompatible with personal security, or the rights of property; and have in general been as short in their lives, as they have been violent in their deaths. Theoretic8 politicians, who have patronized this species of government, have erroneously supposed that by reducing mankind to a perfect equality in their po liti cal rights, they would, at the same time, be perfectly equalized and assimilated in their possessions, their opinions, and their passions.

A republic, by which I mean a government in which the scheme of repre- sen ta tion takes place, opens a dif fer ent prospect, and promises the cure for which we are seeking. Let us examine the points in which it varies from pure democracy, and we shall comprehend both the nature of the cure, and the ef"cacy which it must derive from the Union.

The two great points of difference between a democracy and a republic are, "rst, the del e ga tion of the government, in the latter, to a small number of citizens elected by the rest: secondly, the greater number of citizens, and greater sphere of country, over which the latter may be extended.

The effect of the "rst difference is, on the one hand, to re"ne and enlarge the public views by passing them through the medium of a chosen body of citizens, whose wisdom may best discern the true interest of their country, and whose patriotism and love of justice will be least likely to sacri"ce it to temporary or partial considerations. Under such a regulation, it may well happen that the public voice pronounced by the representatives of the people will be more consonant to the public good than if pronounced by the people themselves convened for the purpose. On the other hand, the effect may be inverted. Men of factious tempers, of local prejudices, or of sinister designs may, by intrigue, by corruption or by other means, "rst obtain the suffrages,9 and then betray the interests of the people. The question result- ing is whether small or extensive republics are most favorable to the elec- tion of proper guardians of the public weal: and it is clearly deci ded in favor of the latter by two obvious considerations.

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1. Plots.

In the "rst place it is to be remarked that however small the republic may be, the representatives must be raised to a certain number in order to guard against the cabals1 of a few; and that however large it may be, they must be limited to a certain number in order to guard against the confusion of a mul- titude. Hence the number of representatives in the two cases, not being in proportion to that of the constituents, and being proportionally greatest in the small republic, it follows, that if the proportion of "t characters be not less in the large than in the small republic, the former will pres ent a greater option, and consequently a greater probability of a "t choice.

In the next place, as each representative will be chosen by a greater num- ber of citizens in the large than in the small republic, it will be more dif"- cult for unworthy candidates to practice with success the vicious arts, by which elections are too often carried; and the suffrages of the people being more free will be more likely to center on men who possess the most attrac- tive merit, and the most diffusive and established characters.

It must be confessed that in this, as in most other cases, there is a mean, on both sides of which inconveniencies will be found to lie. By enlarging too much the number of electors, you render the representative too little acquainted with all their local circumstances and lesser interests; as by reducing it too much, you render him unduly attached to these, and too little "t to comprehend and pursue great and national objects. The federal Con- stitution forms a happy combination in this res pect; the great and aggre- gate interests being referred to the national, the local, and, par tic u lar, to the state legislatures.

The other point of difference is the greater number of citizens and extent of territory which may be brought within the compass of republican, than of demo cratic government; and it is this circumstance principally which ren- ders factious combinations less to be dreaded in the former than in the lat- ter. The smaller the society, the fewer prob ably will be the distinct parties and interests composing it; the fewer the distinct parties and interests, the more frequently will a majority be found of the same party; and the smaller the number of individuals composing a majority, and smaller the compass within which they are placed, the more easily will they concert and execute their plans of oppression. Extend the sphere, and you take in a greater vari- ety of parties and interests; you make it less probable that a majority of the whole will have a common motive to invade the rights of other citizens; or if such a common motive exists, it will be more dif"cult for all who feel it to discover their own strength, and to act in unison with each other. Besides other impediments, it may be remarked, that where there is a consciousness of unjust or dishonorable purposes, communication is always checked by dis- trust, in proportion to the number whose concurrence is necessary.

Hence it clearly appears that the same advantage which a republic has over a democracy, in controlling the effects of faction, is enjoyed by a large over a small republic—is enjoyed by the Union over the states composing it. Does this advantage consist in the substitution of representatives, whose enlightened views and virtuous sentiments render them superior to local prejudices, and to schemes of injustice? It will not be denied, that the repre-

2. In short; to sum up. 3. Alliance, union.

sen ta tion of the Union will be most likely to possess these requisite endow- ments. Does it consist in the greater security afforded by a greater variety of parties, against the event of any one party being able to outnumber and oppress the rest? In an equal degree does the increased variety of parties, comprised within the Union, increase this security? Does it, in "ne,2 con- sist in the greater obstacles opposed to the concert and accomplishment of the secret wishes of an unjust and interested majority? Here, again, the extent of the Union gives it the most palpable advantage.

The induence of factious leaders may kindle a dame within their par tic- u lar states, but will be unable to spread a general condagration through the other states: a religious sect may degenerate into a po liti cal faction in a part of the confederacy,3 but the variety of sects dispersed over the entire face of it must secure the national councils against any danger from that source: a rage for paper money, for an abolition of debts, for an equal division of prop- erty, or for any other improper or wicked proj ect, will be less apt to pervade the whole body of the Union than a par tic u lar member of it; in the same proportion as such a malady is more likely to taint a par tic u lar county or district than an entire state.

In the extent and proper structure of the Union, therefore, we behold a republican remedy for the diseases most incident to republican government. And according to the degree of plea sure and pride we feel in being republi- cans, ought to be our zeal in cherishing the spirit, and supporting the char- acter of Federalists.

Publius

1787 1788

OLAUDAH EQUIANO 1745?–1797

I n 1789, The In ter est ing Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavus Vassa, the African was published by Equiano in London, and it found an enthusi- astic American audience when it was reprinted in New York two years later. Over the next "ve years The Interesting Narrative went through eight more editions, and it was reprinted on several occasions in the United States during the pre– Civil War period. This publication history suggests both the book’s centrality to the antislavery cause and the power ful appeal of Equiano’s narrative voice. No black person before the abolitionist Frederick Douglass (1817–1895) spoke so movingly to American readers about the inhumanity of slavery, and no work before Douglass’s Narrative had such an impact on the antislavery movement. Incorporating the vocabulary and ideals of the Enlightenment— particularly the belief that sentiment linked all human beings and

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thus provided a basis for universal claims to human rights— Equiano made a power ful case for the countless disenfranchised and exploited workers whose labor fueled the new mercantilism. In American lit er a ture, replete with self- made "gures who voyage from innocence to experience, Equiano’s story stands in a class by itself, both for the challenges he faced and for the transforma- tions he experienced. He de"ned himself as neither African American (his "rst owner in the New World was a Virginian) nor Anglo African ( after he settled in London); instead, he came to exemplify the Atlantic Rim, presenting himself as someone who at vari ous times called Africa, the Amer i cas, and Eu rope his home.

Equiano wrote that he was born around 1745 in what is now Nigeria, in an other- wise unknown Ibo village called Essaka. He was sold to British slavers in 1756 and transported "rst to Barbadoes, in the West Indies, and then to a plantation in Virginia. Recent scholarship has questioned these claims, suggesting that Equiano may have been born in the Carolinas. If this proves to be the case, it means that he made the decision to assume an African heritage for his life story, which then can be understood as an example of a witness narrative, that is, the testimony of some- one from a marginalized group who speaks in the "rst person for the entire group’s history. To make his life appear more representative, Equiano may have merged his experiences with those of the voiceless Africans who endured the horrors of the Middle Passage.

While the facts of his early life are uncertain, his account of his later years is cor- roborated by existing documents. He was with his second owner, Lieutenant Michael Henry Pascal, throughout the Seven Years’ War (1756–63), in which Eng land and France led opposing co ali tions of nations. He was pres ent at the siege of Fort Louisburg, on Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia. Eventually, Equiano was sold to a Quaker merchant from Philadelphia, Robert King, who conducted much of his business in the West Indies. King often traded in “live cargo,” or slaves, and Equiano saw much that made him grateful for his Quaker master’s treatment of him, though he was also sensitive to the freedom being denied him. He saw the ugliest side of American life in both the North and the South. Even in Philadelphia, a city built on the premise of brotherly love, Equiano observed that the freed black was treated with profound contempt, “plundered” and “universally insulted,” with no possibility of redress. King, however, did make it pos si ble for Equiano to pur- chase his freedom in 1766. Having gained his liberty by paying forty pounds— money earned by carry ing on his own business while managing King’s—he never set foot on American soil again.

It was Equiano’s intention to settle in London for the rest of his life. He made his living there as a free servant, a musician (he played the French horn), and a barber. Eventually Equiano’s skill as a seaman, and his remarkable curiosity, made him yearn for new adventures. Before he died he had traveled as far as Turkey; attended the opera in Rome; participated in an expedition to search for a Northwest Passage through the arctic to the Paci"c Ocean; and seen Jamaica, Honduras, and Nicaragua.

In 1783 Equiano brought to the British public’s attention the case of the infa- mous ship Zong, whose owners had thrown one hundred and thirty- two shackled slaves overboard and later made insurance claims against their loss. He lectured widely on the abolition of slavery and urged a proj ect to resettle poor blacks in Sierra Leone, Africa. He was given an of"cial post in this undertaking, but lost it after he made accusations of corruption against British government of"cials. Although he spoke about his desire to return to Africa, it always lay beyond his reach. In a letter to his hosts in Birmingham, Eng land, after he had lectured there, he wrote evoca- tively about an imagined scene:

1. The text is from the "rst edition, published in two volumes in 1789. The original paragraphing

has been altered to facilitate reading. 2. Acknowledge.

These acts of kindness and hospitality have "lled me with a longing desire to see these worthy friends on my own estate in Africa, where the richest produce of it should be devoted to their entertainment. There they should partake of the luxu- riant pineapples, and the well- davored virgin palm- wine, and to heighten the bliss I would burn a certain tree, that would afford us light as clear and brilliant as the virtue of my guests.

In 1792 Equiano married Susanna Cullen, and their marriage was considered of suf"cient public interest to be reported in the London Gentleman’s Magazine. Five years later, he died of uncertain causes, and one of his daughters died shortly after.

From The In ter est ing Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano, or Gustavas Vassa, the African,

Written by Himself1

From Chapter I

I believe it is dif"cult for those who publish their own memoirs to escape the imputation of vanity; nor is this the only disadvantage under which they labor: it is also their misfortune, that what is uncommon is rarely, if ever, believed, and what is obvious we are apt to turn from with disgust, and to charge the writer with impertinence. People generally think those memoirs only worthy to be read or remembered which abound in great or striking events; those, in short, which in a high degree excite either admiration or pity: all others they consign to contempt and oblivion. It is therefore, I confess, not a little hazardous in a private and obscure individual, and a stranger too, thus to solicit the indulgent attention of the public; especially when I own2 I offer here the history of neither a saint, a hero, nor a tyrant. I believe there are few events in my life, which have not happened to many: it is true the incidents of it are numerous; and, did I consider myself an Eu ro pean, I might say my sufferings were great: but when I compare my lot with that of most of my countrymen, I regard myself as a par tic u lar favorite of Heaven, and acknowl- edge the mercies of Providence in every occurrence of my life. If, then, the following narrative does not appear suf"ciently in ter est ing to engage gen- eral attention, let my motive be some excuse for its publication. I am not so foolishly vain as to expect from it either immortality or literary reputation. If it affords any satisfaction to my numerous friends, at whose request it has been written, or in the smallest degree promotes the interests of humanity, the ends for which it was undertaken will be fully attained, and every wish of my heart grati"ed. Let it therefore be remembered, that, in wishing to avoid censure, I do not aspire to praise.

That part of Africa, known by the name of Guinea, to which the trade for slaves is carried on, extends along the coast above 3400 miles, from Sene- gal to Angola, and includes a variety of kingdoms. Of these the most con- siderable is the kingdom of Benin, both as to extent and wealth, the richness

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3. I.e., the equator. 4. Emotionally moving. 5. When I was in Smyrna I have frequently

seen the Greeks dance after this manner [Equi- ano’s note].

and cultivation of the soil, the power of its king, and the number and warlike disposition of the inhabitants. It is situated nearly under the line,3 and extends along the coast about 170 miles, but runs back into the interior part of Africa to a distance hitherto, I believe, unexplored by any traveler; and seems only terminated at length by the empire of Abyssinnia, near 1500 miles from its beginning. This kingdom is divided into many provinces or districts: in one of the most remote and fertile of which, I was born, in the year 1745, situated in a charming fruitful vale, named Essaka. The distance of this province from the capital of Benin and the sea coast must be very considerable: for I had never heard of white men or Eu ro pe ans, nor of the sea; and our subjection to the king of Benin was little more than nominal; for every transaction of the government, as far as my slender observation extended, was conducted by the chief or elders of the place. The manners and government of a people who have little commerce with other countries, are generally very simple; and the history of what passes in one family or village, may serve as a specimen of the whole nation. My father was one of those elders or chiefs I have spoken of, and was styled Embrenche; a term, as I remember, importing the highest distinction, and signifying in our lan- guage a mark of grandeur. This mark is conferred on the person entitled to it, by cutting the skin across at the top of the forehead, and drawing it down to the eyebrows: and while it is in this situation applying a warm hand, and rubbing it until it shrinks up into a thick weal across the lower part of the forehead. Most of the judges and senators were thus marked; my father had long borne it: I had seen it conferred on one of my brothers, and I also was destined to receive it by my parents. Those Embrenche or chief men, deci- ded disputes and punished crimes; for which purpose they always assem- bled together. The proceedings were generally short: and in most cases the law of retaliation prevailed.* * *

We are almost a nation of dancers, musicians and poets. Thus every great event, such as a triumphant return from battle, or other cause of public rejoicing, is celebrated in public dances, which are accompanied with songs and music suited to the occasion. The assembly is separated into four divi- sions, which dance either apart or in succession, and each with a character peculiar to itself. The "rst division contains the married men, who in their dances frequently exhibit feats of arms, and the repre sen ta tion of a battle. To these succeed the married women, who dance in the second division. The young men occupy the third: and the maidens the fourth. Each repre- sents some in ter est ing scene of real life, such as a great achievement, domestic employment, a pathetic4 story, or some rural sport; and as the subject is generally founded on some recent event, it is therefore ever new. This gives our dances a spirit and variety which I have scarcely seen else- where.5

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6. Strong.

Chapter II

I hope the reader will not think I have trespassed on his patience in intro- ducing myself to him, with some account of the manners and customs of my country. They had been implanted in me with great care, and made an impression on my mind, which time could not erase, and which all the adver- sity and variety of fortune I have since experienced, served only to rivet and rec ord; for, whether the love of one’s country be real or imaginary, or a lesson of reason, or an instinct of nature, I still look back with plea sure on the "rst scenes of my life, though that plea sure has been for the most part mingled with sorrow.

I have already acquainted the reader with the time and place of my birth. My father, besides many slaves, had a numerous family, of which seven lived to grow up, including myself and a sister, who was the only daughter. As I was the youn gest of the sons, I became, of course, the greatest favorite with my mother, and was always with her; and she used to take par tic u lar pains to form my mind. I was trained up from my earliest years in the art of war: my daily exercise was shooting and throwing javelins; and my mother adorned me with emblems, after the manner of our greatest warriors. In this way I grew up till I was turned the age of eleven, when an end was put to my happiness in the following manner:— generally when the grown people in the neighborhood were gone far in the "elds to labor, the children assembled together in some of the neighboring premises to play; and commonly some of us used to get up a tree to look out for any assailant, or kidnapper, that might come upon us— for they sometimes took those opportunities of our parents’ absence, to attack and carry off as many as they could seize. One day as I was watching at the top of a tree in our yard, I saw one of those people come into the yard of our next neighbor but one to kidnap, there being many stout6 young people in it. Immediately on this I gave the alarm of the rogue, and he was surrounded by the stoutest of them, who entangled him with cords, so that he could not escape till some of the grown people came and secured him. But, alas! ere long it was my fate to be thus attacked, and to be carried off, when none of the grown people were nigh. One day, when all our people were gone out to their works as usual, and only I and my dear sister were left to mind the house, two men and a woman got over our walls, and in a moment seized us both, and, without giving us time to cry out, or make re sis tance, they stopped our mouths, and ran off with us into the nearest wood. Here they tied our hands, and continued to carry us as far as they could, till night came on, when we reached a small house, where the robbers halted for refreshment, and spent the night. We were then unbound, but were unable to take any food; and, being quite overpowered by fatigue and grief, our only relief was some sleep, which allayed our misfortune for a short time. The next morning we left the house, and continued traveling all the day. For a long time we had kept the woods, but at last we came into a road which I believed I knew. I had now some hopes of being delivered; for we had advanced but a  little way before I discovered some people at a distance, on which I began to cry out for their assistance; but my cries had no other effect than to make

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7. Treated. 8. A metalworker; here, a goldsmith.

them tie me faster and stop my mouth, and then they put me into a large sack. They also stopped my sister’s mouth, and tied her hands; and in this manner we proceeded till we were out of sight of these people. When we went to rest the following night, they offered us some victuals, but we refused it; and the only comfort we had was in being in one another’s arms all that night, and bathing each other with our tears. But alas! we were soon deprived of even the small comfort of weeping together. The next day proved a day of greater sorrow than I had yet experienced; for my sister and I were then separated, while we lay clasped in each other’s arms. It was in vain that we besought them not to part us; she was torn from me, and immediately car- ried away, while I was left in a state of distraction not to be described. I cried and grieved continually; and for several days did not eat any thing but what they forced into my mouth. At length, after many days traveling, during which I had often changed masters, I got into the hands of a chieftain, in a very pleasant country. This man had two wives and some children, and they all used7 me extremely well, and did all they could to comfort me; particu- larly the "rst wife, who was something like my mother. Although I was a great many days’ journey from my father’s house, yet these people spoke exactly the same language with us. This "rst master of mine, as I may call him, was a smith,8 and my principal employment was working his bellows, which were the same kind as I had seen in my vicinity. They were in some re spects not unlike the stoves here in gentlemen’s kitchens, and were covered over with leather; and in the middle of that leather a stick was "xed, and a person stood up, and worked it in the same manner as is done to pump water out of a cask with a hand pump. I believe it was gold he worked, for it was of a lovely bright yellow color, and was worn by the women on their wrists and ankles. I was there I suppose about a month, and they at last used to trust me some little distance from the house. This liberty I used in embracing every opportunity to inquire the way to my own home; and I also sometimes, for the same purpose, went with the maidens, in the cool of the eve nings, to bring pitchers of water from the springs for the use of the house. I had also remarked where the sun rose in the morning, and set in the eve ning, as I had traveled along; and I had observed that my father’s house was towards the rising of the sun. I therefore determined to seize the "rst opportunity of making my escape, and to shape my course for that quarter; for I was quite oppressed and weighed down by grief after my mother and friends; and my love of liberty, ever great, was strengthened by the mortifying circumstance of not daring to eat with the free- born children, although I was mostly their companion. While I was projecting my escape one day, an unlucky event happened, which quite dis- concerted my plan, and put an end to my hopes. I used to be sometimes employed in assisting an el derly slave to cook and take care of the poultry; and one morning, while I was feeding some chickens, I happened to toss a small pebble at one of them, which hit it on the middle, and directly killed it. The old slave, having soon after missed the chicken, inquired after it; and on my relating the accident (for I told her the truth, for my mother would never suffer me to tell a lie), she dew into a violent passion, and threatened that I should suffer for it; and, my master being out, she immediately went and told her mistress what I had done. This alarmed me very much, and I

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9. Near quotation of lines 287–88 of “Cooper’s Hill,” a poem by the Anglo- Irish writer and statesman Sir John Denham (1615–1669).

expected an instant dogging, which to me was uncommonly dreadful, for I had seldom been beaten at home. I therefore resolved to dy; and accord- ingly I ran into a thicket that was hard by, and hid myself in the bushes. Soon afterwards my mistress and the slave returned, and, not seeing me, they searched all the house, but not "nding me, and I not making answer when they called to me, they thought I had run away, and the whole neigh- borhood was raised in the pursuit of me. In that part of the country, as in ours, the houses and villages were skirted with woods, or shrubberies, and the bushes were so thick that a man could readily conceal himself in them, so as to elude the strictest search. The neighbors continued the whole day looking for me, and several times many of them came within a few yards of the place where I lay hid. I expected every moment, when I heard a rustling among the trees, to be found out, and punished by my master; but they never discovered me, though they were often so near that I even heard their conjectures as they were looking about for me; and I now learned from them that any attempts to return home would be hopeless. Most of them supposed I had ded towards home; but the distance was so great, and the way so intricate, that they thought I could never reach it, and that I should be lost in the woods. When I heard this I was seized with a violent panic, and abandoned myself to despair. Night, too, began to approach, and aggra- vated all my fears. I had before entertained hopes of getting home, and had determined when it should be dark to make the attempt; but I was now convinced it was fruitless, and began to consider that, if possibly I could escape all other animals, I could not those of the human kind; and that, not knowing the way, I must perish in the woods. Thus was I like the hunted deer—

— “ Every leaf and every whisp’ring breath, Convey’d a foe, and every foe a death.”9

I heard frequent rustlings among the leaves, and being pretty sure they were snakes, I expected every instant to be stung by them. This increased my anguish, and the horror of my situation became now quite insupport- able. I at length quitted the thicket, very faint and hungry, for I had not eaten or drank any thing all the day, and crept to my master’s kitchen, from whence I set out at "rst, which was an open shed, and laid myself down in the ashes with an anxious wish for death, to relieve me from all my pains. I was scarcely awake in the morning, when the old woman slave, who was the "rst up, came to light the "re, and saw me in the "re place. She was very much surprised to see me, and could scarcely believe her own eyes. She now promised to intercede for me, and went for her master, who soon after came, and, having slightly reprimanded me, ordered me to be taken care of, and not ill treated.

Soon after this, my master’s only daughter, and child by his "rst wife, sickened and died, which affected him so much that for some time he was almost frantic, and really would have killed himself, had he not been watched and prevented. However, in short time afterwards he recovered, and I was again sold. I was now carried to the left of the sun’s rising, through many

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1. Black.

dreary wastes and dismal woods, amidst the hideous roarings of wild beasts. The people I was sold to used to carry me very often, when I was tired, either on their shoulders or on their backs. I saw many con ve nient well built sheds along the road, at proper distances, to accommodate the merchants and trav- elers, who lay in those buildings along with their wives, who often accompany them; and they always go well armed.

From the time I left my own nation, I always found somebody that under- stood me till I came to the sea coast. The languages of dif fer ent nations did not totally differ, nor were they so copious as those of the Eu ro pe ans, par- ticularly the En glish. They were therefore, easily learned; and, while I was journeying thus through Africa, I acquired two or three dif fer ent tongues. In this manner I had been traveling for a considerable time, when, one eve- ning, to my great surprise, whom should I see brought to the house where I was but my dear sister! As soon as she saw me, she gave a loud shriek, and ran into my arms— I was quite overpowered: neither of us could speak; but, for a considerable time, clung to each other in mutual embraces, unable to do any thing but weep. Our meeting affected all who saw us; and, indeed, I must acknowledge, in honor of those sable1 destroyers of human rights, that I never met with any ill treatment, or saw any offered to their slaves, except tying them, when necessary, to keep them from running away. When these people knew we were brother and sister, they indulged us to be together; and the man, to whom I supposed we belonged, lay with us, he in the middle, while she and I held one another by the hands across his breast all night; and thus for a while we forgot our misfortunes, in the joy of being together; but even this small comfort was soon to have an end; for scarcely had the fatal morning appeared when she was again torn from me forever! I was now more miserable, if pos si ble, than before. The small relief which her presence gave me from pain was gone, and the wretchedness of my situation was redoubled by my anxiety after her fate, and my apprehensions lest her sufferings should be greater than mine, when I could not be with her to alle- viate them. Yes, thou dear partner of all my childish sports! thou sharer of my joys and sorrows! happy should I have ever esteemed myself to encounter every misery for you and to procure your freedom by the sacri"ce of my own.— Though you were early forced from my arms, your image has been always riveted in my heart, from which neither time nor fortune have been able to remove it; so that, while the thoughts of your sufferings have damped my prosperity, they have mingled with adversity and increased its bitterness. To that Heaven which protects the weak from the strong, I commit the care of your innocence and virtues, if they have not already received their full reward, and if your youth and delicacy have not long since fallen victims to the vio lence of the African trader, the pestilential stench of a Guinea ship, the seasoning in the Eu ro pean colonies, or the lash and lust of a brutal and unrelenting overseer.

I did not long remain after my sister. I was again sold, and carried through a number of places, till after traveling a considerable time, I came to a town called Tinmah, in the most beautiful country I had yet seen in Africa. It was extremely rich, and there were many rivulets which dowed through it,

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2. Allow. 3. Revealed.

and supplied a large pond in the center of the town, where the people washed. Here I "rst saw and tasted cocoa nuts, which I thought superior to any nuts I had ever tasted before; and the trees which were loaded, were also interspersed among the houses, which had commodious shades adjoining, and were in the same manner as ours, the insides being neatly plastered and whitewashed. Here I also saw and tasted for the "rst time, sugar cane. Their money consisted of little white shells, the size of the "n ger nail. I was sold here for one hundred and seventy- two of them, by a merchant who lived and brought me there. I had been about two or three days at his house, when a wealthy widow, a neighbor of his, came there one eve ning, and brought with her an only son, a young gentleman about my own age and size. Here they saw me; and, having taken a fancy to me, I was bought of the merchant, and went home with them. Her house and premises were situated close to one of those rivulets I have mentioned, and were the "nest I ever saw in Africa: they were very extensive, and she had a number of slaves to attend her. The next day I was washed and perfumed, and when mealtime came, I was led into the presence of my mistress, and ate and drank before her with her son. This "lled me with astonishment; and I could scarce help expressing my surprise that the young gentleman should suffer2 me, who was bound, to eat with him who was free; and not only so, but that he would not at any time either eat or drink till I had taken "rst, because I was the eldest, which was agree- able to our custom. Indeed, every thing here, and all their treatment of me, made me forget that I was a slave. The language of these people resembled ours so nearly, that we understood each other perfectly. They had also the very same customs as we. There were likewise slaves daily to attend us, while my young master and I, with other boys, sported with our darts and bows and arrows, as I had been used to do at home. In this resemblance to my former happy state, I passed about two months; and I now began to think I was to be adopted into the family, and was beginning to be reconciled to my situation, and to forget by degrees my misfortunes, when all at once the delusion vanished; for, without the least previous knowledge, one morning early, while my dear master and companion was still asleep, I was awakened out of my reverie to fresh sorrow, and hurried away even amongst the uncir- cumcised.

Thus, at the very moment I dreamed of the greatest happiness, I found myself most miserable; and it seemed as if fortune wished to give me this taste of joy only to render the reverse more poignant.— The change I now experienced, was as painful as it was sudden and unexpected. It was a change indeed, from a state of bliss to a scene which is inexpressible by me, as it discovered3 to me an ele ment I had never before beheld, and till then had no idea of, and wherein such instances of hardship and cruelty continually occurred, as I can never redect on but with horror.

All the nations and people I had hitherto passed through, resembled our own in their manners, customs, and language: but I came at length to a country, the inhabitants of which differed from us in all those particulars. I was very much struck with this difference, especially when I came among a people who did not circumcise, and ate without washing their hands.

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4. Or eddoes, edible roots found in the tropics. 5. Artisans, manual workers.

They cooked also in iron pots, and had Eu ro pean cutlasses and cross bows, which were unknown to us, and fought with their "sts among themselves. Their women were not so modest as ours, for they ate, and drank, and slept with their men. But above all, I was amazed to see no sacri"ces or offerings among them. In some of those places the people ornamented themselves with scars, and likewise "led their teeth very sharp. They wanted sometimes to ornament me in the same manner, but I would not suffer them; hoping that I might some time be among a people who did not thus dis"gure themselves, as I thought they did. At last I came to the banks of a large river which was covered with canoes, in which the people appeared to live with their house hold utensils, and provisions of all kinds. I was beyond mea sure aston- ished at this, as I had never before seen any water larger than a pond or a rivulet: and my surprise was mingled with no small fear when I was put into one of these canoes, and we began to paddle and move along the river. We continued going on thus till night, and when we came to land, and made "res on the banks, each family by themselves; some dragged their canoes on shore, others stayed and cooked in theirs, and laid in them all night. Those on the land had mats, of which they made tents, some in the shape of little houses; in these we slept; and after the morning meal, we embarked again and proceeded as before. I was often very much astonished to see some of the women, as well as the men, jump into the water, dive to the bottom, come up again, and swim about.— Thus I continued to travel, sometimes by land, some- times by water, through dif fer ent countries and vari ous nations, till, at the end of six or seven months after I had been kidnapped, I arrived at the sea coast. It would be tedious and uninteresting to relate all the incidents which befell me during this journey, and which I have not yet forgotten; of the vari- ous hands I passed through, and the manners and customs of all the dif fer- ent people among whom I lived— I shall therefore only observe, that in all the places where I was, the soil was exceedingly rich; the pumpkins, eadas,4 plain- tains, yams, etc., etc., were in great abundance, and of incredible size. There were also vast quantities of dif fer ent gums, though not used for any purpose, and every where a great deal of tobacco. The cotton even grew quite wild, and there was plenty of red- wood. I saw no mechanics5 what ever in all the way, except such as I have mentioned. The chief employment in all these coun- tries was agriculture, and both the males and females, as with us, were brought up to it, and trained in the arts of war.

The "rst object which saluted my eyes when I arrived on the coast, was the sea, and a slave ship, which was then riding at anchor, and waiting for its cargo. These "lled me with astonishment, which was soon converted into terror, when I was carried on board. I was immediately handled, and tossed up to see if I were sound, by some of the crew; and I was now per- suaded that I had gotten into a world of bad spirits, and that they were going to kill me. Their complexions, too, differing so much from ours, their long hair, and the language they spoke (which was very dif fer ent from any I had ever heard), united to con"rm me in this belief. Indeed, such were the horrors of my views and fears at the moment, that, if ten thousand worlds had been my own, I would have freely parted with them all to have exchanged

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6. Most poorly treated. 7. Smelting furnace.

my condition with that of the meanest6 slave in my own country. When I looked round the ship too, and saw a large furnace7 of copper boiling, and a multitude of black people of every description chained together, every one of their countenances expressing dejection and sorrow, I no longer doubted of my fate; and, quite overpowered with horror and anguish, I fell motion- less on the deck and fainted. When I recovered a little, I found some black people about me, who I believed were some of those who had brought me on board, and had been receiving their pay; they talked to me in order to cheer me, but all in vain. I asked them if we were not to be eaten by those white men with horrible looks, red faces, and long hair. They told me I was not: and one of the crew brought me a small portion of spirituous liquor in a wine glass, but, being afraid of him, I would not take it out of his hand. One of the blacks, therefore, took it from him and gave it to me, and I took a little down my palate, which, instead of reviving me, as they thought it would, threw me into the greatest consternation at the strange feeling it produced, having never tasted any such liquor before. Soon after this, the blacks who brought me on board went off, and left me abandoned to despair.

I now saw myself deprived of all chance of returning to my native coun- try, or even the least glimpse of hope of gaining the shore, which I now considered as friendly; and I even wished for my former slavery in prefer- ence to my pres ent situation, which was "lled with horrors of every kind, still heightened by my ignorance of what I was to undergo. I was not long suffered to indulge my grief; I was soon put down under the decks, and there I received such a salutation in my nostrils as I had never experienced in my life: so that, with the loathsomeness of the stench, and crying together, I became so sick and low that I was not able to eat, nor had I the least desire to taste any thing. I now wished for the last friend, death, to relieve me; but soon, to my grief, two of the white men offered me eatables; and, on my refusing to eat, one of them held me fast by the hands, and laid me across, I think the windlass, and tied my feet, while the other dogged me severely. I had never experienced any thing of this kind before, and although not being used to the water, I naturally feared that ele ment the "rst time I saw it, yet, nevertheless, could I have got over the nettings, I would have jumped over the side, but I could not; and besides, the crew used to watch us very closely who were not chained down to the decks, lest we should leap into the water; and I have seen some of these poor African prisoners most severely cut, for attempting to do so, and hourly whipped for not eating. This indeed was often the case with myself. In a little time after, amongst the poor chained men, I found some of my own nation, which in a small degree gave ease to my mind. I inquired of these what was to be done with us? They gave me to understand we were to be carried to these white people’s country to work for them. I then was a little revived, and thought, if it were no worse than working, my situation was not so desperate; but still I feared I should be put to death, the white people looked and acted, as I thought, in so savage a manner; for I had never seen among any people such instances of brutal cru- elty; and this not only shown towards us blacks, but also to some of the whites themselves. One white man in par tic u lar I saw, when we were permitted to be

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8. I.e., away from. 9. I.e., for excretion.

on deck, dogged so unmercifully with a large rope near the foremast, that he died in consequence of it; and they tossed him over the side as they would have done a brute. This made me fear these people the more; and I expected nothing less than to be treated in the same manner. I could not help express- ing my fears and apprehensions to some of my countrymen; I asked them if these people had no country, but lived in this hollow place (the ship)? They told me they did not, but came from a distant one. “Then,” said I, “how comes it in all our country we never heard of them?” They told me because they lived so very far off. I then asked where were their women? had they any like them- selves? I was told they had. “And why,” said I, “do we not see them?” They answered, because they were left behind. I asked how the vessel could go? they told me they could not tell; but that there was cloth put upon the masts by the help of the ropes I saw, and then the vessel went on; and the white men had some spell or magic they put in the water when they liked, in order to stop the vessel. I was exceedingly amazed at this account, and really thought they were spirits. I therefore wished much to be from amongst8 them, for I expected they would sacri"ce me; but my wishes were vain— for we were so quartered that it was impossible for any of us to make our escape.

While we stayed on the coast I was mostly on deck; and one day, to my great astonishment, I saw one of these vessels coming in with the sails up. As soon as the whites saw it, they gave a great shout, at which we were amazed; and the more so, as the vessel appeared larger by approaching nearer. At last, she came to an anchor in my sight, and when the anchor was let go, I and my countrymen who saw it, were lost in astonishment to observe the vessel stop— and were now convinced it was done by magic. Soon after this the other ship got her boats out, and they came on board of us, and the people of both ships seemed very glad to see each other.— Several of the strangers also shook hands with us black people, and made motions with their hands, signifying I suppose, we were to go to their country, but we did not understand them.

At last, when the ship we were in had got in all her cargo, they made ready with many fearful noises, and we were all put under deck, so that we could not see how they managed the vessel. But this disappointment was the least of my sorrow. The stench of the hold while we were on the coast was so intolerably loathsome, that it was dangerous to remain there for any time, and some of us had been permitted to stay on the deck for the fresh air; but now that the whole ship’s cargo were con"ned together, it became absolutely pestilential. The closeness of the place, and the heat of the cli- mate, added to the number in the ship, which was so crowded that each had scarcely room to turn himself, almost suffocated us. This produced copious perspirations, so that the air soon became un"t for respiration, from a vari- ety of loathsome smells, and brought on a sickness among the slaves, of which many died— thus falling victims to the improvident avarice, as I may call it, of their purchasers. This wretched situation was again aggravated by the galling of the chains, now become insupportable, and the "lth of the necessary tubs,9 into which the children often fell, and were almost suffo- cated. The shrieks of the women, and the groans of the dying, rendered the whole a scene of horror almost inconceivable. Happily perhaps, for myself, I was soon reduced so low here that it was thought necessary to keep me

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almost always on deck; and from my extreme youth I was not put in fetters. In this situation I expected every hour to share the fate of my companions, some of whom were almost daily brought upon deck at the point of death, which I began to hope would soon put an end to my miseries. Often did I think many of the inhabitants of the deep much more happy than myself. I envied them the freedom they enjoyed, and as often wished I could change my condition for theirs. Every circumstance I met with, served only to render my state more painful, and heightened my apprehensions, and my opinion of the cruelty of the whites.

One day they had taken a number of "shes; and when they had killed and satis"ed themselves with as many as they thought "t, to our astonishment who were on deck, rather than give any of them to us to eat, as we expected, they tossed the remaining "sh into the sea again, although we begged and prayed for some as well as we could, but in vain; and some of my countrymen, being pressed by hunger, took an opportunity, when they thought no one saw them, of trying to get a little privately; but they were discovered, and the attempt procured them some very severe doggings. One day, when we had a smooth sea and moderate wind, two of my wearied countrymen who were chained together (I was near them at the time), preferring death to such a life of misery, somehow made through the nettings and jumped into the sea: immediately, another quite dejected fellow, who, on account of his illness, was suffered to be out of irons, also followed their example; and I believe many more would very soon have done the same, if they had not been prevented by the ship’s crew, who were instantly alarmed. Those of us that were the most active, were in a moment put down under the deck, and there was such a noise and confusion amongst the people of the ship as I never heard before, to stop her, and get the boat out to go after the slaves. However, two of the wretches were drowned, but they got the other, and afterwards dogged him unmerci- fully, for thus attempting to prefer death to slavery. In this manner we contin- ued to undergo more hardships than I can now relate, hardships which are inseparable from this accursed trade. Many a time we were near suffoca- tion from the want of fresh air, which we were often without for whole days together. This, and the stench of the necessary tubs, carried off many.

During our passage, I "rst saw dying "shes, which surprised me very much; they used frequently to dy across the ship, and many of them fell on the deck. I also now "rst saw the use of the quadrant; I had often with aston- ishment seen the mari ners make observations with it, and I could not think what it meant. They at last took notice of my surprise; and one of them, will- ing to increase it, as well as to gratify my curiosity, made me one day look through it. The clouds appeared to me to be land, which dis appeared as they passed along. This heightened my won der; and I was now more persuaded than ever, that I was in another world, and that every thing about me was magic. At last, we came in sight of the island of Barbadoes, at which the whites on board gave a great shout, and made many signs of joy to us. We did not know what to think of this; but as the vessel drew nearer, we plainly saw the harbor, and other ships of dif fer ent kinds and sizes, and we soon anchored amongst them, off Bridgetown. Many merchants and planters now came on board, though it was in the eve ning. They put us in separate parcels,1 and

1. Groups.

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2. I.e., the buildings were two- storied. 3. Christians in name only.

examined us attentively. They also made us jump, and pointed to the land, signifying we were to go there. We thought by this, we should be eaten by these ugly men, as they appeared to us; and, when soon after we were all put down under the deck again, there was much dread and trembling among us, and nothing but bitter cries to be heard all the night from these apprehen- sions, insomuch, that at last the white people got some old slaves from the land to pacify us. They told us we were not to be eaten, but to work, and were soon to go on land, where we should see many of our country people. This report eased us much. And sure enough, soon after we were landed, there came to us Africans of all languages.

We were conducted immediately to the merchant’s yard, where we were all pent up together, like so many sheep in a fold, without regard to sex or age. As every object was new to me, every thing I saw "lled me with surprise. What struck me "rst, was, that the houses were built with bricks and stories,2 and in every other res pect dif fer ent from those I had seen in Africa; but I was still more astonished on seeing people on horse back. I did not know what this could mean; and, indeed, I thought these people were full of noth- ing but magical arts. While I was in this astonishment, one of my fellow prisoners spoke to a countryman of his, about the horses, who said they were the same kind they had in their country. I understood them, though they were from a distant part of Africa; and I thought it odd I had not seen any horses there; but afterwards, when I came to converse with dif fer ent Africans, I found they had many horses amongst them, and much larger than those I then saw.

We were not many days in the merchant’s custody, before we were sold after their usual manner, which is this:— On a signal given (as the beat of a drum), the buyers rush at once into the yard where the slaves are con"ned, and make choice of that parcel they like best. The noise and clamor with which this is attended, and the eagerness vis i ble in the countenances of the buyers, serve not a little to increase the apprehension of terri"ed Africans, who may well be supposed to consider them as the ministers of that destruc- tion to which they think themselves devoted. In this manner, without scru- ple, are relations and friends separated, most of them never to see each other again. I remember, in the vessel in which I was brought over, in the men’s apartment, there were several brothers, who, in the sale, were sold in dif fer ent lots; and it was very moving on this occasion, to see and hear their cries at parting. O, ye nominal Christians!3 might not an African ask you— Learned you this from your God, who says unto you, Do unto all men as you would men should do unto you? Is it not enough that we are torn from our country and friends, to toil for your luxury and lust of gain? Must every tender feeling be likewise sacri"ced to your avarice? Are the dearest friends and relations, now rendered more dear by their separation from their kin- dred, still to be parted from each other, and thus prevented from cheering the gloom of slavery, with the small comfort of being together, and mingling their sufferings and sorrows? Why are parents to lose their children, brothers their sisters, or husbands their wives? Surely, this is a new re"nement in cruelty, which, while it has no advantage to atone for it, thus aggravates dis- tress, and adds fresh horrors even to the wretchedness of slavery.

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4. Suffering.

From Chapter III

I now totally lost the small remains of comfort I had enjoyed in conversing with my countrymen; the women too, who used to wash and take care of me were all gone dif fer ent ways, and I never saw one of them afterwards.

I stayed in this island for a few days; I believe it could not be above a fort- night; when I, and some few more slaves, that were not salable amongst the rest, from very much fretting, were shipped off in a sloop for North Amer i ca. On the passage we were better treated than when we were coming from Africa, and we had plenty of rice and fat pork. We were landed up a river a good way from the sea, about Virginia county, where we saw few or none of our native Africans, and not one soul who could talk to me. I was a few weeks weeding grass, and gathering stones in a plantation; and at last all my com- panions were distributed dif fer ent ways, and only myself was left. I was now exceedingly miserable, and thought myself worse off than any of the rest of my companions; for they could talk to each other, but I had no person to speak to that I could understand. In this state, I was constantly grieving and pining,4 and wishing for death rather than any thing else. While I was in this plantation, the gentleman, to whom I suppose the estate belonged, being unwell, I was one day sent for to his dwelling house to fan him; when I came into the room where he was I was very much affrighted at some things I saw, and the more so as I had seen a black woman slave as I came through the house, who was cooking the dinner, and the poor creature was cruelly loaded with vari ous kinds of iron machines; she had one particularly on her head, which locked her mouth so fast that she could scarcely speak; and could not eat nor drink. I was much astonished and shocked at this contriv- ance, which I afterwards learned was called the iron muzzle. Soon after I had a fan put in my hand, to fan the gentleman while he slept; and so I did indeed with great fear. While he was fast asleep I indulged myself a great deal in looking about the room, which to me appeared very "ne and curious. The "rst object that engaged my attention was a watch which hung on the chim- ney, and was going. I was quite surprised at the noise it made, and was afraid it would tell the gentleman any thing I might do amiss; and when I immedi- ately after observed a picture hanging in the room, which appeared con- stantly to look at me, I was still more affrighted, having never seen such things as these before. At one time I thought it was something relative to magic; and not seeing it move, I thought it might be some way the whites had to keep their great men when they died, and offer them libations as we used to do our friendly spirits. In this state of anxiety I remained till my master awoke, when I was dismissed out of the room, to my no small satisfaction and relief; for I thought that these people were all made up of won ders. In this place I was called Jacob; but on board the African Snow, I was called Michael. I had been some time in this miserable forlorn, and much dejected state, without having any one to talk to, which made my life a burden, when the kind and unknown hand of the Creator (who in very deed leads the blind in a way they know not) now began to appear, to my comfort; for one day the captain of a mer- chant ship, called the Industrious Bee, came on some business to my mas- ter’s house. This gentleman, whose name was Michael Henry Pascal, was

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a lieutenant in the royal navy, but now commanded this trading ship, which was somewhere in the con"nes of the county many miles off. While he was at my master’s house, it happened that he saw me, and liked me so well that he made a purchase of me. I think I have often heard him say he gave thirty or forty pounds sterling for me; but I do not remember which. However, he meant me for a pres ent to some of his friends in Eng land: and as I was sent accordingly from the house of my then master (one Mr. Campbell), to the place where the ship lay; I was conducted on horse back by an el derly black man (a mode of traveling which appeared very odd to me). When I arrived I was carried on board a "ne large ship, loaded with tobacco, etc., and just ready to sail for Eng land. I now thought my condition much mended; I had sails to lie on, and plenty of good victuals to eat; and every body on board used me very kindly, quite contrary to what I had seen of any white people before; I therefore began to think that they were not all of the same disposi- tion. A few days after I was on board we sailed for Eng land. I was still at a loss to conjecture my destiny. By this time, however, I could smatter a little imperfect En glish; and I wanted to know as well as I could where we were going. Some of the people of the ship used to tell me they were going to carry me back to my own country, and this made me very happy. I was quite rejoiced at the idea of going back; and thought if I could get home what won ders I should have to tell. But I was reserved for another fate, and was soon undeceived when we came within sight of the En glish coast. While I was on board this ship, my captain and master named me Gustavus Vassa. I at that time began to understand him a little, and refused to be called so, and told him as well as I could that I would be called Jacob; but he said I should not, and still called me Gustavus: and when I refused to answer to my new name, which I at "rst did, it gained me many a cuff; so at length I submitted, and by which I have been known ever since. The ship had a very long passage; and on that account we had very short allowance of provisions. Towards the last, we had only one pound and a half of bread per week, and about the same quantity of meat, and one quart of water a day. We spoke with only one vessel the whole time we were at sea, and but once we caught a few "shes. In our extremities the captain and people told me in jest they would kill and eat me; but I thought them in earnest, and was depressed beyond mea sure, expecting every moment to be my last. While I was in this situation, one eve ning they caught, with a good deal of trou ble, a large shark, and got it on board. This gladdened my poor heart exceedingly, as I thought it would serve the people to eat instead of their eating me; but very soon, to my astonishment, they cut off a small part of the tail, and tossed the rest over the side. This renewed my consternation; and I did not know what to think of these white people, though I very much feared they would kill and eat me. There was on board the ship a young lad who had never been at sea before, about four or "ve years older than myself: his name was Richard Baker. He was a native of Amer i ca, had received an excellent education, and was of a most amiable temper. Soon after I went on board, he showed me a great deal of partiality and attention, and in return I grew extremely fond of him. We at length became inseparable; and, for the space of two years, he was of very great use to me, and was my constant companion and instruc- tor. Although this dear youth had many slaves of his own, yet he and I have gone through many sufferings together on shipboard; and we have many

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5. Accustomed. 6. Elizabeth Martha Guerin and Mary Guerin were Pascal’s cousins. Toward the end of

Chapter III, Equiano calls them “very amiable ladies, who took much notice and great care of me.”

nights lain in each other’s bosoms when we were in great distress. Thus such a friendship was cemented between us as we cherished till his death, which, to my very great sorrow, happened in the year 1759, when he was up the Archipelago, and on board his Majesty’s ship the Preston: an event which I have never ceased to regret, as I lost at once a kind interpreter, an agreeable companion, and a faithful friend; who, at the age of "fteen, dis- covered a mind superior to prejudice; and who was not ashamed to notice, to associate with, and to be the friend and instructor of one who was igno- rant, a stranger, of a dif fer ent complexion, and a slave!

* * * From Chapter IV

It was now between two and three years since I "rst came to Eng land, a great part of which I had spent at sea; so that I became inured5 to that ser- vice, and began to consider myself as happily situated, for my master treated me always extremely well; and my attachment and gratitude to him were very great. From the vari ous scenes I had beheld on shipboard, I soon grew a stranger to terror of every kind, and was, in that res pect at least, almost an En glishman. I have often redected with surprise that I never felt half the alarm at any of the numerous dangers I have been in, that I was "lled with at the "rst sight of the Eu ro pe ans, and at every act of theirs, even the most triding, when I "rst came among them, and for some time afterwards. That fear, however, which was the effect of my ignorance, wore away as I began to know them. I could now speak En glish tolerably well, and I perfectly understood every thing that was said. I not only felt myself quite easy with these new countrymen, but relished their society and manners. I no longer looked upon them as spirits, but as men superior to us; and therefore I had the stronger desire to resemble them, to imbibe their spirit, and imitate their manners. I therefore embraced every occasion of improvement, and every new thing that I observed I trea sured up in my memory. I had long wished to be able to read and write; and for this purpose I took every opportunity to gain instruction, but had made as yet very little pro gress. However, when I went to London with my master, I had soon an opportunity of improving myself, which I gladly embraced. Shortly after my arrival, he sent me to wait upon the Miss Guerins, who had treated me with much kindness when I was there before;6 and they sent me to school.

While I was attending these ladies, their servants told me I could not go to Heaven unless I was baptized. This made me very uneasy, for I had now some faint idea of a future state. Accordingly I communicated my anxiety to the eldest Miss Guerin, with whom I was become a favorite, and pressed her to have me baptized; when to my great joy, she told me I should. She had formerly asked my master to let me be baptized, but he had refused. However she now insisted on it; and he being under some obligation to her brother, complied with her request. So I was baptized in St. Margaret’s church, West- minster, in February, 1759, by my pres ent name. The clergyman at the same time, gave me a book, called a Guide to the Indians, written by the Bishop

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7. Pres ent- day Hebrides and the Isle of Man. 8. Private residence. 9. Small rowboats. 1. I.e., crew. 2. Go; return. “Attended”: visited.

3. On the southern coast of Eng land; a common rendezvous for the British deet. 4. The eastern shore of the Mediterranean. “Lay”: i.e., remained, harbored.

of Sodor and Man.7 On this occasion, Miss Guerin did me the honor to stand as god- mother, and afterwards gave me a treat. I used to attend these ladies about the town, in which ser vice I was extremely happy; as I had thus many opportunities of seeing London, which I desired of all things. I was sometimes, however, with my master at his rendezvous house,8 which was at the foot of Westminster bridge. Here I used to enjoy myself in playing about the bridge stairs, and often in the waterman’s wherries,9 with other boys. On one of these occasions there was another boy with me in a wherry, and we went out into the current of the river; while we were there, two more stout boys came to us in another wherry, and abusing us for taking the boat, desired me to get into the other wherry boat. Accordingly, I went to get out of the wherry I was in, but just as I had got one of my feet into the other boat, the boys shoved it off, so that I fell into the Thames; and, not being able to swim, I should unavoidably have been drowned, but for the assistance of some watermen who providentially came to my relief.

The Namur being again got ready for sea, my master, with his gang,1 was ordered on board; and, to my no small grief, I was obliged to leave my school- master, whom I liked very much, and always attended while I stayed in Lon- don, to repair2 on board with my master. Nor did I leave my kind patronesses, the Miss Guerins, without uneasiness and regret. They often used to teach me to read, and took great pains to instruct me in the princi ples of religion and the knowledge of God. I therefore parted from those amiable ladies with reluctance, after receiving from them many friendly cautions how to conduct myself, and some valuable pres ents.

When I came to Spithead,3 I found we were destined for the Mediterra- nean, with a large deet, which was now ready to put to sea. We only waited for the arrival of the Admiral, who soon came on board. And about the begin- ning of the spring of 1759, having weighed anchor, and got under way, sailed for the Mediterranean; and in eleven days, from the Land’s End, we got to Gibralter. While we were here I used to be often on shore, and got vari ous fruits in great plenty, and very cheap.

I had frequently told several people, in my excursions on shore, the story of my being kidnapped with my sister, and of our being separated, as I have related before; and I had as often expressed my anxiety for her fate, and my sorrow at having never met her again. One day, when I was on shore, and mentioning these circumstances to some persons, one of them told me he knew where my sister was, and if I would accompany him, he would bring me to her. Improbable as this story was, I believed it immediately, and agreed to go with him, while my heart leaped for joy; and, indeed, he conducted me to a black young woman, who was so like my sister, that at "rst sight, I really thought it was her; but I was quickly undeceived. And, on talking to her, I found her to be of another nation.

While we lay here, the Preston came in from the Levant.4 As soon as she arrived, my master told me I should now see my old companion, Dick, who was gone in her when she sailed for Turkey. I was much rejoiced at this news,

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5. One of the Channel Islands, in the En glish Channel. 6. I.e., to the Seven Years’ War. 7. A method of "nding a fourth (unknown)

number from three given numbers. Etna was the name of the ship. 8. Took meals.

and expected every minute to embrace him; and when the captain came on board of our ship, which he did immediately after, I ran to inquire after my friend; but, with inexpressible sorrow, I learned from the boat’s crew that the dear youth was dead! and that they had brought his chest, and all his other things, to my master. These he afterwards gave to me, and I regarded them as a memorial of my friend, whom I loved, and grieved for, as a brother.

* * * After our ship was "tted out again for ser vice, in September she went to Guernsey,5 where I was very glad to see my old hostess, who was now a widow, and my former little charming companion, her daughter. I spent some time here very happily with them, till October, when we had orders to repair to Portsmouth. We parted from each other with a great deal of affec- tion; and I promised to return soon, and see them again, not knowing what all power ful fate had determined for me. Our ship having arrived at Ports- mouth, we went into the harbor, and remained there till the latter end of November, when we heard great talk about a peace,6 and, to our very great joy, in the beginning of December we had orders to go up to London with our ship, to be paid off. We received this news with loud huzzas, and every other demonstration of gladness; and nothing but mirth was to be seen throughout every part of the ship. I, too, was not without my share of the general joy on this occasion. I thought now of nothing but being freed, and working for myself, and thereby getting money to enable me to get a good education; for I always had a great desire to be able at least to read and write; and while I was on ship- board, I had endeavored to improve myself in both. While I was in the Etna, particularly, the captain’s clerk taught me to write, and gave me a smattering of arithmetic, as far as the Rule of Three.7 There was also one Daniel Queen, about forty years of age, a man very well educated, who messed8 with me on board this ship, and he likewise dressed and attended the captain. Fortunately this man soon became very much attached to me, and took very great pains to instruct me in many things. He taught me to shave and dress hair a little, and also to read in the Bible, explaining many passages to me, which I did not comprehend. I was wonderfully surprised to see the laws and rules of my own country written almost exactly here; a cir- cumstance which I believe tended to impress our manners and customs more deeply on my memory. I used to tell him of this resemblance, and many a time we have sat up the whole night together at this employment. In short, he was like a father to me, and some even used to call me after his name; they also styled me the black Christian. Indeed, I almost loved him with the affec- tion of a son. Many things I have denied myself that he might have them; and when I used to play at marbles, or any other game, and won a few half- pence, or got any little money, which I sometimes did, for shaving any one, I used to buy him a little sugar or tobacco, as far as my stock of money would go. He used to say, that he and I never should part; and that when our ship was paid off, as I was as free as himself, or any other man on board, he would instruct me in his business, by which I might gain a good livelihood. This gave me

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9. Small sword.

new life and spirits; and my heart burned within me, while I thought the time long till I obtained my freedom. For though my master had not promised it to me, yet, besides the assurances I had received, that he had no right to detain me, he always treated me with the greatest kindness, and reposed in me an unbounded con"dence; he even paid attention to my morals, and would never suffer me to deceive him, or tell lies, of which he used to tell me the conse- quences; and that if I did so, God would not love me. So that, from all this tenderness, I had never once supposed, in all my dreams of freedom, that he would think of detaining me any longer than I wished.

In pursuance of our orders, we sailed from Portsmouth for the Thames, and arrived at Deptford the 10th of December, where we cast anchor just as it was high water. The ship was up about half an hour, when my master ordered the barge to be manned; and all in an instant, without having before given me the least reason to suspect any thing of the matter, he forced me into the barge, saying, I was going to leave him, but he would take care I should not. I was so struck with the unexpectedness of this proceeding, that for some time I did not make a reply, only I made an offer to go for my books and chest of clothes, but he swore I should not move out of his sight, and if I did, he would cut my throat, at the same time taking his hanger.9 I began, however, to collect myself, and plucking up courage, I told him I was free, and he could not by law serve me so. But this only enraged him the more: and he continued to swear, and said he would soon let me know whether he would or not, and at that instant sprung himself into the barge from the ship, to the astonishment and sorrow of all on board. The tide, rather unluckily for me, had just turned downward, so that we quickly fell down the river along with it, till we came among some outward- bound West Indiamen; for he was resolved to put me on board the "rst vessel he could get to receive me. The boat’s crew, who pulled against their will, became quite faint, dif fer ent times, and would have gone ashore, but he would not let them. Some of them strove then to cheer me, and told me he could not sell me, and that they would stand by me, which revived me a little, and I still entertained hopes; for, as they pulled along, he asked some vessels to receive me, but they would not. But, just as we had got a little below Gravesend, we came along side of a ship which was going away the next tide for the West Indies. Her name was the Charming Sally. Captain James Doran, and my master went on board, and agreed with him for me; and in a little time I was sent for into the cabin. When I came there, Captain Doran asked me if I knew him. I answered that I did not. “Then,” said he, “you are now my slave.” I told him my master could not sell me to him, nor to any one else. “Why,” said he, “did not your master buy you?” I confessed he did. “But I have served him,” said I, “many years, and he has taken all my wages and prize money, for I had only got one sixpence during the war; besides this I have been baptized, and by the laws of the land no man has a right to sell me.” And I added that I had heard a lawyer and others at dif fer ent times tell my master so. They both then said that those people who told me so were not my friends; but I replied, “It was very extraordinary that other people did not know the law as well as they.” Upon this, Captain Doran said I talked too much En glish; and if I did not behave myself well, and be quiet, he had a method on board

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to make me. I was too well convinced of his power over me to doubt what he said; and my former sufferings in the slave ship presenting themselves to my mind, the recollection of them made me shudder. However, before I retired I told them that, as I could not get any right among men here, I hoped I should hereafter in Heaven; and I immediately left the cabin, "lled with resentment and sorrow. The only coat I had with me my master took away with him, and said, “If your prize money had been £ 10,000, I had a right to it all, and would have taken it.” I had about nine guineas, which, during my long seafaring life, I had scraped together from triding perqui- sites and little ventures; and I hid it at that instant, lest my master should take that from me likewise, still hoping that by some means or other I should make my escape to the shore; and indeed some of my old shipmates told me not to despair, for they would get me back again; and that, as soon as they could get their pay, they would immediately come to Portsmouth to me, where the ship was going. But, alas! all my hopes were bafded, and the hour of my deliverance was as yet far off. My master, having soon concluded his bargain with the captain, came out of the cabin, and he and his people got into the boat and put off. I followed them with aching eyes as long as I could, and when they were out of sight I threw myself on the deck, with a heart ready to burst with sorrow and anguish.

From Chapter V

* * * About the middle of May, when the ship was got ready to sail for Eng land, I all the time believing that fate’s blackest clouds were gathering over my head, and expecting their bursting would mix me with the dead, Captain Doran sent for me ashore one morning, and I was told by the messenger that my fate was then determined. With trembling steps and duttering heart, I came to the captain, and found with him one Mr. Robert King, a Quaker, and the "rst merchant in the place. The captain then told me my former mas- ter had sent me there to be sold; but that he had desired him to get me the best master he could, as he told him I was a very deserving boy, which Cap- tain Doran said he found to be true; and if he were to stay in the West Indies, he would be glad to keep me himself; but he could not venture to take me to London, for he was very sure that when I came there I would leave him. I at that instant burst out a crying, and begged much of him to take me to Eng land with him, but all to no purpose. He told me he had got me the very best master in the whole island, with whom I should be as happy as if I were in Eng land, and for that reason he chose to let him have me, though he could sell me to his own brother- in- law for a great deal more money than what he got from this gentleman. Mr. King, my new master, then made a reply, and said the reason he had bought me was on account of my good character; and as he had not the least doubt of my good be hav ior, I should be very well off with him. He also told me he did not live in the West Indies, but at Philadel- phia, where he was going soon; and, as I understood something of the rules of arithmetic, when we got there he would put me to school, and "t me for a clerk. This conversation relieved my mind a little, and I left those gentle- men considerably more at ease in myself than when I came to them; and

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1. Favorable estimate, good reputation. 2. Determining how fully loaded a ship is by mea sur ing its depth in the water. 3. Slow West Indian vessels that sail along the coast.

4. These pistareens are of a value of a shilling [Equiano’s note]. 5.  I.e., King was generous to the owners in terms of payment and to the slaves in terms of food.

I was very thankful to Captain Doran, and even to my old master, for the character1 they had given me. A character which I afterwards found of in"- nite ser vice to me. I went on board again, and took leave of all my ship- mates, and the next day the ship sailed. When she weighed anchor, I went to the waterside and looked at her with a very wishful and aching heart, and followed her with my eyes until she was totally out of sight. I was so bowed down with grief, that I could not hold up my head for many months; and if my new master had not been kind to me, I believe I should have died under it at last. And, indeed, I soon found that he fully deserved the good character which Captain Doran gave me of him; for he possessed a most amiable disposition and temper, and was very charitable and humane. If any of his slaves behaved amiss he did not beat or use them ill, but parted with them. This made them afraid of disobliging him; and as he treated his slaves better than any other man on the island, so he was better and more faithfully served by them in return. By this kind treatment I did at last endeavor to compose myself; and with fortitude, though moneyless, deter- mined to face what ever fate had decreed for me. Mr. King soon asked me what I could do; and at the same time said he did not mean to treat me as a common slave. I told him I knew something of seamanship, and could shave and dress hair pretty well; and I could re"ne wines, which I had learned on shipboard, where I had often done it; and that I could write, and under- stood arithmetic tolerably well, as far as the Rule of Three. He then asked me if I knew any thing of gauging;2 and, on my answering that I did not, he said one of his clerks should teach me to gauge.

Mr. King dealt in all manner of merchandize, and kept from one to six clerks. He loaded many vessels in a year; particularly to Philadelphia, where he was born; and was connected with a great mercantile house in that city. He had, besides, many vessels and droggers,3 of dif fer ent sizes, which used to go about the island; and others, to collect rum, sugar, and other goods. I understood pulling and managing those boats very well. And this hard work, which was the "rst that he set me to, in the sugar seasons used to be my constant employment. I have rowed the boat, and slaved at the oars, from one hour to sixteen in the twenty- four; during which I had "fteen pence sterling per day to live on, though sometimes only ten pence. How- ever, this was considerably more than was allowed to other slaves that used to work often with me, and belonged to other gentlemen on the island. Those poor souls had never more than nine- pence per day, and seldom more than six- pence, from their masters or owners, though they earned them three or four pistareens.4 For it is a common practice in the West Indies for men to purchase slaves, though they have not plantations them- selves, in order to let them out to planters and merchants at so much a piece by the day, and they give what allowance they choose out of this product of their daily work to their slaves, for subsistence; this allowance is often very scanty. My master often gave the owners of the slaves two and a half of these pieces per day, and found the poor fellows in victuals himself,5 because

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6. Hired out to help equip. 7. Equiano remained in the West Indies from 1763 to 1766.

8. Held the position. 9. Lashes. 1. Poor, unsatisfactory.

he thought their owners did not feed them well enough according to the work they did.

* * * Once, for a few days, I was let out to "t6 a vessel, and I had no victuals allowed me by either party; at last I told my master of this treatment, and he took me away from it. In many of the estates, on the dif fer ent islands where I used to be sent for rum or sugar, they would not deliver it to me, or any other negro; he was therefore obliged to send a white man along with me to those places; and then he used to pay him from six to ten pistareens a day. From being thus employed, during the time I served Mr. King, in going about the dif fer ent estates on the island,7 I had all the opportunity I could wish for, to see the dreadful usage of the poor men; usage that reconciled me to my situation, and made me bless God for the hands into which I had fallen.

I had the good fortune to please my master in every department in which he employed me; and there was scarcely any part of his business, or house hold affairs, in which I was not occasionally engaged. I often supplied the place8 of a clerk, in receiving and delivering cargoes to the ships, in tending stores, and delivering goods. And besides this, I used to shave and dress my master when con ve nient, and take care of his horse; and when it was necessary, which was very often, I worked likewise on board of dif fer- ent vessels of his. By these means I became very useful to my master, and saved him, as he used to acknowledge, above a hundred pounds a year. Nor did he scruple to say I was of more advantage to him than any of his clerks; though their usual wages in the West Indies are from sixty to a hundred pounds current a year.

I have sometimes heard it asserted that a Negro cannot earn his master the "rst cost; but nothing can be further from the truth. I suppose nine tenths of the mechanics throughout the West Indies are Negro slaves; and I well know the coopers among them earn two dollars a day, the carpenters the same, and often times more; as also the masons, smiths, and "sherman, etc. And I have known many slaves whose masters would not take a thou- sand pounds current for them. But surely this assertion refutes itself; for, if it be true, why do the planters and merchants pay such a price for slaves? And, above all, why do those who make this assertion exclaim the most loudly against the abolition of the slave trade? So much are men blinded, and to such inconsistent arguments are they driven by mistaken interest! I grant, indeed, that slaves are sometimes, by half- feeding, half- clothing, over- working and stripes,9 reduced so low, that they are turned out as un"t for ser vice, and left to perish in the woods, or expire on the dunghill.

My master was several times offered, by dif fer ent gentlemen, one hun- dred guineas for me, but he always told them he would not sell me, to my great joy. And I used to double my diligence and care, for fear of getting into the hands of those men who did not allow a valuable slave the common support of life. Many of them even used to "nd fault with my master for feeding his slaves so well as he did; although I often went hungry, and an En glishman might think my fare very indifferent;1 but he used to tell

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2. An island in the West Indies, seven miles from Antigua.

them he always would do it, because the slaves thereby looked better and did more work.

While I was thus employed by my master, I was often a witness to cruelties of every kind, which were exercised on my unhappy fellow slaves. I used frequently to have dif fer ent cargoes of new Negroes in my care for sale; and it was almost a constant practice with our clerks, and other whites, to com- mit violent depredations on the chastity of the female slaves; and these I was, though with reluctance, obliged to submit to at all times, being unable to help them. When we have had some of these slaves on board my master’s vessels, to carry them to other islands, or to Amer i ca, I have known our mates to commit these acts most shamefully, to the disgrace, not of Christians only, but of men. I have even known them to gratify their brutal passion with females not ten years old; and these abominations, some of them prac- ticed to such scandalous excess, that one of our captains discharged the mate and others on that account. And yet in Montserrat2 I have seen a Negro man staked to the ground, and cut most shockingly, and then his ears cut off bit by bit, because he had been connected with a white woman, who was a common prostitute. As if it were no crime in the whites to rob an innocent African girl of her virtue; but most heinous in a black man only to gratify a passion of nature, where the temptation was offered by one of a dif fer ent color, though the most abandoned woman of her species.

Another Negro man was half hanged, and then burnt, for attempting to poison a cruel overseer. Thus, by repeated cruelties, are the wretched "rst urged to despair, and then murdered, because they still retain so much of human nature about them as to wish to put an end to their misery, and retaliate on their tyrants! These overseers are indeed for the most part per- sons of the worst character of any denomination of men in the West Indies. Unfortunately, many humane gentlemen, but not residing on their estates, are obliged to leave the management of them in the hands of these human butchers, who cut and mangle the slaves in a shocking manner on the most triding occasions, and altogether treat them in every res pect like brutes. They pay no regard to the situation of pregnant women, nor the least atten- tion to the lodging of the "eld Negroes. Their huts, which ought to be well covered, and the place dry where they take their little repose, are often open sheds, built in damp places; so that when the poor creatures return tired from the toils of the "eld, they contract many disorders, from being exposed to the damp air in this uncomfortable state, while they are heated, and their pores are open. This neglect certainly conspires with many others to cause a decrease in the births as well as in the lives of the grown Negroes. I can quote many instances of gentlemen who reside on their estates in the West Indies, and then the scene is quite changed; the Negroes are treated with lenity and proper care, by which their lives are prolonged, and their mas- ters pro"ted. To the honor of humanity, I knew several gentlemen who man- aged their estates in this manner, and they found that benevolence was their true interest. And, among many I could mention in several of the islands, I knew one in Montserrat whose slaves looked remarkably well, and never needed any fresh supplies of Negroes; and there are many other estates, espe- cially in Barbadoes, which, from such judicious treatment, need no fresh

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3. Two of Equiano’s notes identifying these men are omitted.

4. I.e., later. 5. Lack.

stock of Negroes at any time. I have the honor of knowing a most worthy and humane gentleman, who is a native of Barbadoes, and his estates there.3 This gentleman has written a treatise on the usage of his own slaves. He allows them two hours of refreshment at midday, and many other indulgen- cies and comforts, particularly in their lodging; and, besides this, he raises more provisions on his estate than they can destroy; so that by these atten- tions he saves the lives of his Negroes, and keeps them healthy, and as happy as the condition of slavery can admit. I myself, as shall appear in the sequel,4 managed an estate, where, by those attentions, the Negroes were uncom- monly cheerful and healthy, and did more work by half than by the common mode of treatment they usually do. For want,5 therefore, of such care and attention to the poor Negroes, and other wise oppressed as they are, it is no won der that the decrease should require 20,000 new Negroes annually, to "ll up the vacant places of the dead.

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From Chapter VI

In the preceding chapter I have set before the reader a few of those many instances of oppression, extortion, and cruelty, which I have been a witness to in the West Indies; but were I to enumerate them all, the cata log would be tedious and disgusting. The punishments of the slaves on every triding occasion are so frequent, and so well known, together with the dif fer ent instruments with which they are tortured, that it cannot any longer afford novelty to recite them; and they are too shocking to yield delight either to the writer or the reader. I shall therefore hereafter only mention such as incidentally befell myself in the course of my adventures.

* * * Some time in the year 1763, kind Providence seemed to appear rather more favorable to me. One of my master’s vessels, a Bermudas sloop, about sixty tons burthen, was commanded by one captain Thomas Farmer, an En glishman, a very alert and active man, who gained my master a great deal of money by his good management in carry ing passengers from one island to another; but very often his sailors used to get drunk and run away from the vessel, which hindered him in his business very much. This man had taken a liking to me, and many times begged of my master to let me go a trip with him as a sailor; but he would tell him he could not spare me, though the ves- sel sometimes could not go for want of hands, for sailors were generally very scarce in the island. However, at last, from necessity or force, my master was prevailed on, though very reluctantly, to let me go with this captain; but he gave him great charge to take care that I did not run away, for if I did he would make him pay for me. This being the case, the captain had for some time a sharp eye upon me whenever the vessel anchored; and as soon as she returned I was sent for on shore again. Thus was I slaving, as it were, for life, sometimes at one thing, and sometimes at another. So that the captain and I were nearly the most useful men in my master’s employment. I also became so

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6. Put a hole in the boat. 7. In the West Indies, a small silver coin worth a fraction of the Spanish dollar (Spanish dollars were common units of currency throughout the British colonies).

8. I.e., St.  Eustatius, one of the Leeward Islands, in the West Indies. 9. A type of gin. 1. Managed.

useful to the captain on ship- board, that many times, when he used to ask for me to go with him, though it should be but for twenty- four hours, to some of the islands near us, my master would answer he could not spare me, at which the captain would swear, and would not go the trip, and tell my master I was better to him on board than any three white men he had; for they used to behave ill in many re spects, particularly in getting drunk; and then they fre- quently got the boat stove,6 so as to hinder the vessel from coming back as soon as she might have done. This my master knew very well; and at last, by the captain’s constant entreaties, after I had been several times with him, one day to my great joy, told me the captain would not let him rest, and asked whether I would go aboard as a sailor, or stay on shore and mind the stores, for he could not bear any longer to be plagued in this manner. I was very happy at this proposal, for I immediately thought I might in time stand some chance by being on board to get a little money, or possibly make my escape if I should be used ill. I also expected to get better food, and in greater abundance; for I had oftentimes felt much hunger, though my master treated his slaves, as I have observed, uncommonly well. I therefore, without hesitation, answered him, that I would go and be a sailor if he pleased. Accordingly I was ordered on board directly. Nevertheless, between the vessel and the shore, when she was in port, I had little or no rest, as my master always wished to have me along with him. Indeed he was a very pleasant gentleman, and but for my expecta- tions on ship- board, I should not have thought of leaving him. But the captain liked me also very much, and I was entirely his right hand man. I did all I could to deserve his favor, and in return I received better treatment from him than any other, I believe, ever met with in the West Indies, in my situation.

After I had been sailing for some time with this captain, at length I endeavored to try my luck, and commence merchant. I had but a very small capital to begin with; for one single half bit,7 which is equal to three pence in Eng land, made up my whole stock. However, I trusted to the Lord to be with me; and at one of our trips to St. Eustatia,8 a Dutch island, I bought a glass tumbler with my half bit, and when I came to Montserrat, I sold it for a bit, or six pence. Luckily we made several successive trips to St. Eustatia (which was a general mart for the West Indies, about twenty leagues from Montserrat), and in our next, "nding my tumbler so pro"table, with this one bit I bought two tumblers more; and when I came back, I sold them for two bits, equal to a shilling sterling. When we went again, I bought with these two bits four more of these glasses, which I sold for four bits on our return to Montserrat. And in our next voyage to St. Eustatia, I bought two glasses with one bit, and with the other three I bought a jug of Geneva,9 nearly about three pints in mea sure. When we came to Montserrat, I sold the gin for eight bits, and the tumblers for two, so that my capital now amounted in all to a dollar, well husbanded1 and acquired in the space of a month or six weeks, when I blessed the Lord that I was so rich. As we sailed to dif fer ent islands, I laid this money out in vari ous things occasionally, and it used to turn out to very good account, especially when we went to Guadaloupe, Grenada, and

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the rest of the French islands. Thus was I going all about the islands upwards of four years, and ever trading as I went, during which I experienced many instances of ill usage, and have seen many injuries done to other Negroes in our dealings with whites. And, amidst our recreations, when we have been dancing and merry- making, they, without cause, have molested and insulted us. Indeed, I was more than once obliged to look up to God on high, as I had advised the poor "sherman some time before. And I had not been long trad- ing for myself in the manner I have related above, when I experienced the like trial in com pany with him as follows:— This man, being used to the water, was upon an emergency put on board of us by his master, to work as another hand, on a voyage to Santa Cruz; and at our sailing he had brought his little all for a venture, which consisted of six bits’ worth of limes and oranges in a bag; I had also my whole stock, which was about twelve bits’ worth of the same kind of goods, separate in two bags, for we had heard these fruits sold well in that island. When we came there, in some little con ve nient time, he and I went ashore to sell them; but we had scarcely landed, when we were met by two white men, who presently took our three bags from us. We could not at "rst guess what they meant to do, and for some time we thought they were jesting with us; but they too soon let us know other wise, for they took our ventures immediately to a house hard by, and adjoining the fort, while we followed all the way begging of them to give us our fruits, but in vain. They not only refused to return them, but swore at us, and threatened if we did not immediately depart they would dog us well. We told them these three bags were all we were worth in the world, and that we brought them with us to sell when we came from Montserrat, and showed them the vessel. But this was rather against us, as they now saw we were strangers, as well as slaves. They still therefore swore, and desired us to be gone, and even took sticks to beat us; while we, seeing they meant what they said, went off in the greatest confusion and despair. Thus, in the very minute of gaining more by three times than I ever did by any venture in my life before, was I deprived of every farthing I was worth. An unsupportable misfortune! but how to help ourselves we knew not. In our consternation we went to the commanding of"cer of the fort, and told him how we had been served by his people, but we obtained not the least redress. He answered our complaints only by a vol- ley of imprecations against us, and immediately took a horse- whip, in order to chastise us, so that we were obliged to turn out much faster than we came in. I now, in the agony of distress and indignation, wished that the ire of God in his forked lightning might trans"x these cruel oppressors among the dead. Still, however, we persevered; went back again to the house, and begged and besought them again and again for our fruits, till at last some other people that were in the house asked if we would be contented if they kept one bag and gave us the other two. We, seeing no remedy what ever, consented to this; and they, observing one bag to have both kinds of fruit in it, which belonged to my companion, kept that; and the other two, which were mine, they gave us back. As soon as I got them, I ran as fast as I could, and got the "rst Negro man I could to help me off. My companion, however, stayed a little longer to plead; he told them the bag they had was his, and likewise all that he was worth in the world; but this was of no avail, and he was obliged to return without it. The poor old man wringing his hands, cried bitterly for his loss; and, indeed, he then did look up to God on high, which so moved me in pity

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2. Large casks.

for him, that I gave him nearly one- third of my fruits. We then proceeded to the markets to sell them; and Providence was more favorable to us than we could have expected, for we sold our fruits uncommonly well; I got for mine about thirty- seven bits. Such a surprising reverse of fortune in so short a space of time seemed like a dream, and proved no small encouragement for me to trust the Lord in any situation. My captain afterwards frequently used to take my part, and get me my right, when I have been plundered or used ill by these tender Christian depredators; among whom I have shud- dered to observe the unceasing blasphemous execrations which are wan- tonly thrown out by persons of all ages and conditions, not only without occasion, but even as if they were indulgencies and plea sure.

* * * The reader cannot but judge of the irksomeness of this situation to a mind like mine, in being daily exposed to new hardships and impositions, after having seen many better days, and been, as it were, in a state of freedom and plenty; added to which, every part of the world I had hitherto been in, seemed to me a paradise in comparison to the West Indies. My mind was therefore hourly replete with inventions and thoughts of being freed, and, if pos si ble, by honest and honorable means; for I always remembered the old adage, and I trust it has ever been my ruling princi ple, that “honesty is the best policy;” and likewise that other golden precept— “To do unto all men as I would they should do unto me.” However, as I was from early years a predestinarian, I thought what ever fate had determined must ever come to pass; and, there- fore, if ever it were my lot to be freed, nothing could prevent me, although I should at pres ent see no means or hope to obtain my freedom; on the other hand, if it were my fate not to be freed, I never should be so, and all my endeavors for that purpose would be fruitless. In the midst of these thoughts, I therefore looked up with prayers anxiously to God for my liberty; and at the same time used every honest means, and did all that was pos si ble on my part to obtain it. In pro cess of time, I became master of a few pounds, and in a fair way of making more, which my friendly captain knew very well; this occa- sioned him sometimes to take liberties with me; but whenever he treated me waspishly, I used plainly to tell him my mind, and that I would die before I would be imposed upon as other Negroes were, and that to my life had lost its relish when liberty was gone. This I said, although I foresaw my then well- being or future hopes of freedom (humanly speaking) depended on this man. However, as he could not bear the thoughts of my not sailing with him, he always became mild on my threats. I therefore continued with him; and, from my great attention to his orders and his business, I gained him credit, and through his kindness to me, I at last procured my liberty. While I thus went on, "lled with the thoughts of freedom, and resisting oppression as well as I was able, my life hung daily in suspense, particularly in the surfs I have formerly mentioned, as I could not swim. These are extremely violent throughout the West Indies, and I was ever exposed to their howling rage and devouring fury in all the islands. I have seen them strike and toss a boat right up on end, and maim several on board. Once in the Grenada islands, when I and about eight others were pulling a large boat with two puncheons2

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3. Narrow, dat- bottomed boat. “Sounding”: i.e., where one could stand.

4. Was apprenticed at. 5. Trapped.

of water in it, a surf struck us, and drove the boat, and all in it, about half a stone’s throw, among some trees, and above the high water mark. We were obliged to get all the assistance we could from the nearest estate to mend the boat, and launch it into the water again. At Montserrat, one night, in pressing hard to get off the shore on board, the punt was overset with us four times, the "rst time I was very near being drowned; however, the jacket I had on kept me up above water a little space of time, when I called on a man near me, who was a good swimmer, and told him I could not swim; he then made haste to me, and, just as I was sinking, he caught hold of me, and brought me to sounding, and then he went and brought the punt3 also. As soon as we had turned the water out of her, lest we should be used ill for being absent, we attempted again three times more, and as often the horrid surfs served us as at "rst; but at last, the "fth time we attempted, we gained our point, at the imminent hazard of our lives. One day also, at Old Road, in Montserrat, our captain, and three men besides myself, were going in a large canoe in quest of rum and sugar, when a single surf tossed the canoe an amazing distance from the water, and some of us, near a stone’s throw from each other. Most of us were very much bruised; so that I and many more often said, and really thought, that there was not such another place under the heavens as this. I longed, therefore, much to leave it, and daily wished to see my master’s prom- ise performed, of going to Philadelphia.

While we lay in this place, a very cruel thing happened on board our sloop, which "lled me with horror; though I found afterwards such prac- tices were frequent. There was a very clever and decent free young mulatto man, who sailed a long time with us; he had a free woman for his wife, by whom he had a child, and she was then living on shore, and all very happy. Our captain and mate, and other people on board, and several elsewhere, even the natives of Bermudas, all knew this young man from a child that he was always free, and no one had ever claimed him as their property. How- ever, as might too often overcomes right in these parts, it happened that a Bermudas captain, whose vessel lay there for a few days in the road, came on board of us, and seeing the mulatto man, whose name was Joseph Clipson, he told him he was not free, and that he had orders from his master to bring him to Bermudas. The poor man could not believe the captain to be in ear- nest, but he was very soon undeceived, his men laying violent hands on him; and although he showed a certi"cate of his being born free in St. Kitts, and most people on board knew that he served his time to4 boat building, and always passed for a free man, yet he was forcibly taken out of our vessel. He then asked to be carried ashore before the Secretary or Magistrates, and these infernal invaders of human rights promised him he should; but instead of that, they carried him on board of the other vessel. And the next day, without giving the poor man any hearing on shore, or suffering him even to see his wife or child, he was carried away, and prob ably doomed never more in this world to see them again. Nor was this the only instance of this kind of barbarity I was a witness to. I have since often seen in Jamaica and other islands, free men, whom I have known in Amer i ca, thus villainously trepanned5 and held in bondage. I have heard of two similar

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6. Charleston, South Carolina.

practices even in Philadelphia. And were it not for the benevolence of the Quakers in that city, many of the sable race, who now breathe the air of liberty, would, I believe, be groaning indeed under some planter’s chains. These things opened my mind to a new scene of horror, to which I had been before a stranger. Hitherto I had thought slavery only dreadful, but the state of a free negro appeared to me now equally so at least, and in some re spects even worse, for they live in constant alarm for their liberty; which is but nominal, for they are universally insulted and plundered, without the possibility of redress; for such is the equity of the West Indian laws, that no free Negro’s evidence will be admitted in their courts of justice. In this situ- ation, is it surprising that slaves, when mildly treated, should prefer even the misery of slavery to such a mockery of freedom? I was now completely disgusted with the West Indies, and thought I never should be entirely free until I had left them.

* * * About the latter end of the year 1764, my master bought a larger sloop, called the Prudence, about seventy or eighty tons, of which my captain had the command. I went with him in this vessel, and we took a load of new slaves for Georgia and Charlestown.6 My master now left me entirely to the captain, though he still wished me to be with him; but I, who always much wished to lose sight of the West Indies, was not a little rejoiced at the thoughts of seeing any other country. Therefore, relying on the goodness of my cap- tain, I got ready all the little venture I could; and, when the vessel was ready, we sailed, to my great joy. When we got to our destined places, Geor- gia and Charlestown, I expected I should have an opportunity of selling my little property to advantage. But here, particularly in Charlestown, I met with buyers, white men, who imposed on me as in other places. Notwithstanding, I was resolved to have fortitude, thinking no lot or trial too hard when kind Heaven is the rewarder.

We soon got loaded again, and returned to Montserrat; and there, amongst the rest of the islands, I sold my goods well; and in this manner I continued trading during the year 1764— meeting with vari ous scenes of imposition, as usual. After this, my master "tted out his vessel for Philadelphia, in the year 1765; and during the time we were loading her, and getting ready for the voyage, I worked with redoubled alacrity, from the hope of getting money enough by these voyages to buy my freedom, in time, if it should please God; and also to see the town of Philadelphia, which I had heard a great deal about for some years past. Besides which, I had always longed to prove my master’s promise the "rst day I came to him. In the midst of these elevated ideas, and while I was about getting my little stock of merchandize in readiness, one Sunday my master sent for me to his house. When I came there, I found him and the captain together; and, on my going in, I was struck with astonishment at his telling me he heard that I meant to run away from him when I got to Philadelphia. “And therefore,” said he, “I must tell you again, you cost me a great deal of money, no less than forty pounds sterling; and it will not do to lose so much. You are a valuable fellow,” continued he, “and I can get any day for you one hundred guineas, from

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7. Large barrel.

many gentlemen in this island.” And then he told me of Captain Doran’s brother- in- law, a severe master, who ever wanted to buy me to make me his overseer. My captain also said he could get much more than a hundred guineas for me in Carolina. This I knew to be a fact; for the gentleman that wanted to buy me came off several times on board of us, and spoke to me to live with him, and said he would use me well. When I asked him what work he would put me to, he said, as I was a sailor, he would make me a captain of one of his rice vessels. But I refused; and fearing at the same time, by a sud- den turn I saw in the captain’s temper, he might mean to sell me, I told the gentleman I would not live with him on any condition, and that I certainly would run away with his vessel: but he said he did not fear that, as he would catch me again, and then he told me how cruelly he would serve me if I should do so. My captain, however, gave him to understand that I knew something of navigation, so he thought better of it; and, to my great joy, he went away. I now told my master, I did not say I would run away in Philadelphia; neither did I mean it, as he did not use me ill, nor yet the captain; for if they did, I certainly would have made some attempts before now; but as I thought that if it were God’s will I ever should be freed, it would be so, and, on the contrary, if it was not His will, it would not happen. So I hoped if ever I were freed, whilst I was used well, it should be by honest means; but as I could not help myself, he must do as he pleased; I could only hope and trust to the God of Heaven; and at that instant my mind was big with inventions, and full of schemes to escape. I then appealed to the captain, whether he ever saw any sign of my making the least attempt to run away, and asked him if I did not always come on board according to the time for which he gave me liberty; and, more particularly, when all our men left us at Guadeloupe, and went on board of the French deet, and advised me to go with them, whether I might not, and that he could not have got me again. To my no small surprise, and very great joy, the captain con"rmed every syllable that I had said, and even more; for he said he had tried dif fer ent times to see if I would make any attempt of this kind, both at St. Eustatia and in Amer i ca, and he never found that I made the smallest; but, on the contrary, I always came on board accord- ing to his orders; and he did really believe, if I ever meant to run away, that, as I could never have had a better opportunity, I would have done it the night the mate and all the people left our vessel at Guadeloupe. The captain then informed my master, who had been thus imposed on by our mate (though I did not know who was my enemy), the reason the mate had for imposing this lie upon him; which was, because I had acquainted the captain of the provi- sions the mate had given away or taken out of the vessel. This speech of the captain was like life to the dead to me, and instantly my soul glori"ed God; and still more so, on hearing my master immediately say that I was a sensible fellow, and he never did intend to use me as a common slave; and that but for the entreaties of the captain, and his character of me, he would not have let me go from the shores about as I had done. That also, in so doing, he thought by carry ing one little thing or other to dif fer ent places to sell, I might make money. That he also intended to encourage me in this, by crediting me with half a puncheon of rum and half a hogshead7 of sugar at a time; so that, from being careful, I might have money enough, in some time, to purchase my

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8. A third of a barrel. 9. I.e., character.

freedom; and, when that was the case, I might depend upon it he would let me have it for forty pounds sterling money, which was only the same price he gave for me. This sound gladdened my poor heart beyond mea sure; though indeed it was no more than the very idea I had formed in my mind of my master long before, and I immediately made him this reply: “Sir, I always had that very thought of you, indeed I had, and that made me so diligent in serving you.” He then gave me a large piece of silver coin, such as I never had seen or had before, and told me to get ready for the voyage, and he would credit me with a tierce8 of sugar, and another of rum; he also said that he had two amiable sisters in Philadelphia, from whom I might get some necessary things. Upon this my noble captain desired me to go aboard; and, knowing the African metal,9 he charged me not to say any thing of this matter to any body; and he promised that the lying mate should not go with him any more. This was a change indeed: in the same hour to feel the most exquisite pain, and in the turn of a moment the fullest joy. It caused in me such sensations as I was only able to express in my looks; my heart was so overpowered with gratitude, that I could have kissed both of their feet. When I left the room, I immediately went, or rather dew, to the vessel; which being loaded, my master, as good as his word, trusted me with a tierce of rum, and another of sugar, when we sailed, and arrived safe at the elegant town of Philadelphia. I sold my goods here pretty well; and in this charming place I found every thing plentiful and cheap.

While I was in this place, a very extraordinary occurrence befell me. I had been told one eve ning of a wise woman, a Mrs. Davis, who revealed secrets, foretold events, etc., etc. I put little faith in this story at "rst, as I could not conceive that any mortal could foresee the future disposals of Providence, nor did I believe in any other revelation than that of the Holy Scriptures; however, I was greatly astonished at seeing this woman in a dream that night, though a person I never before beheld in my life. This made such an impression on me, that I could not get the idea the next day out of my mind, and I then became as anxious to see her as I was before indifferent. Accordingly in the eve ning, after we left off working, I inquired where she lived, and being directed to her, to my inexpressible surprise, beheld the very woman in the very same dress she appeared to me to wear in the vision. She immediately told me I had dreamed of her the preceding night; related to me many things that had happened with a correctness that astonished me, and " nally told me I should not be long a slave. This was the more agreeable news; as I believed it the more readily from her having so faithfully related the past incidents of my life. She said I should be twice in very great danger of my life within eigh teen months, which, if I escaped, I should afterwards go on well. So, giving me her blessing, we parted. After staying here sometime till our vessel was loaded, and I had bought in my little traf"c, we sailed from this agreeable spot for Montserrat, once more to encounter the raging surfs.

* * * We soon came to Georgia, where we were to complete our landing, and here worse fate than ever attended me; for one Sunday night, as I was with

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1. I.e., close.

some negroes in their master’s yard, in the town of Savannah, it happened that their master, one Doctor Perkins, who was a very severe and cruel man, came in drunk; and not liking to see any strange negroes in his yard, he and a ruf"an of a white man, he had in his ser vice, beset me in an instant, and both of them struck me with the "rst weapons they could get hold of. I cried out as long as I could for help and mercy; but, though I gave a good account of myself, and he knew my captain, who lodged hard1 by him, it was to no purpose. They beat and mangled me in a shameful manner, leav- ing me near dead. I lost so much blood from the wounds I received, that I lay quite motionless, and was so benumbed that I could not feel any thing for many hours. Early in the morning, they took me away to the jail. As I did not return to the ship all night, my captain, not knowing where I was, and being uneasy that I did not then make my appearance, made inquiry after me; and having found where I was, immediately came to me. As soon as the good man saw me so cut and mangled, he could not forbear weeping; he soon got me out of jail to his lodgings, and immediately sent for the best doctors in the place, who at "rst declared it as their opinion that I could not recover. My captain on this went to all the lawyers in the town for their advice, but they told him they could do nothing for me as I was a negro. He then went to Doctor Perkins, the hero who had vanquished me, and menaced him, swear- ing he would be revenged on him, and challenged him to "ght.— But coward- ice is ever the companion of cruelty— and the Doctor refused. However, by the skillfullness of one Dr. Brady of that place, I began at last to amend; but, although I was so sore and bad with the wounds I had all over me, that I could not rest in any posture, yet I was in more pain on account of the cap- tain’s uneasiness about me, than I other wise should have been. The worthy man nursed and watched me all the hours of the night; and I was, through his attention and that of the doctor, able to get out of bed in about sixteen or eigh teen days. All this time I was very much wanted on board, as I used fre- quently to go up and down the river for rafts, and other parts of our cargo, and stow them, when the mate was sick or absent. In about four weeks, I was able to go on duty, and in a fortnight after, having got in all our lading, our vessel set sail for Montserrat; and in less than three weeks we arrived there safe towards the end of the year. This ended my adventures in 1764, for I did not leave Montserrat again till the beginning of the following year.

From Chapter VII

Every day now brought me nearer my freedom, and I was impatient till we proceeded again to sea, that I might have an opportunity of getting a sum large enough to purchase it. I was not long ungrati"ed; for, in the begin- ning of the year 1766, my master bought another sloop, named the Nancy, the largest I had ever seen. She was partly laden, and was to proceed to Philadelphia; our captain had his choice of three, and I was well pleased he chose this, which was the largest; for, from his having a large vessel, I had more room, and could carry a larger quantity of goods with me. Accord- ingly, when we had delivered our old vessel, the Prudence, and completed the lading of the Nancy, having made near three hundred per cent. by four

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2. Possibly Cape May, in southern New Jersey. 3. Cheat.

barrels of pork I brought from Charlestown, I laid in as large a cargo as I could, trusting to God’s providence to prosper my undertaking. With these views I sailed for Philadelphia. On our passage, when we drew near the land, I was for the "rst time surprised at the sight of some whales, having never seen any such large sea monsters before; and as we sailed by the land, one morning, I saw a puppy whale close by the vessel; it was about the length of a wherry boat, and it followed us all the day till we got within the Capes.2 We arrived safe, and in good time at Philadelphia, and I sold my goods there chiedy to the Quakers. They always appeared to be a very honest, discreet sort of people, and never attempted to impose on3 me; I therefore liked them, and ever after chose to deal with them in preference to any others.

One Sunday morning, while I was here, as I was going to church, I chanced to pass a meeting house. The doors being open, and the house full of people, it excited my curiosity to go in. When I entered the house, to my great sur- prise, I saw a very tall woman standing in the midst of them, speaking in an audible voice something which I could not understand. Having never seen any thing of this kind before, I stood and stared about me for some time, wondering at this odd scene. As soon as it was over, I took an opportunity to make inquiry about the place and people, when I was informed they were called Quakers. I particularly asked what that woman I saw in the midst of them had said, but none of them were pleased to satisfy me; so I quitted them, and soon after, as I was returning, I came to a church crowded with people; the churchyard was full likewise, and a number of people were even mounted on ladders looking in at the win dows. I thought this a strange sight, as I had never seen churches, either in Eng land or the West Indies, crowded in this manner before. I therefore made bold to ask some people the meaning of all this, and they told me the Rev. Mr. George White"eld was preaching. I had often heard of this gentleman, and had wished to see and hear him; but I never before had an opportunity. I now therefore resolved to gratify myself with the sight, and pressed in amidst the multitude. When I got into the church, I saw this pious man exhorting the people with the greatest fervor and earnestness, and sweating as much as I ever did while in slavery on Montser- rat beach. I was very much struck and impressed with this; I thought it strange I had never seen divines exert themselves in this manner before, and was no longer at a loss to account for the thin congregations they preached to.

When we had discharged our cargo here, and were loaded again, we left this fruitful land once more, and set sail for Montserrat. My traf"c had hitherto succeeded so well with me, that I thought, by selling my goods when we arrived at Montserrat, I should have enough to purchase my free- dom. But as soon as our vessel arrived there, my master came on board, and gave orders for us to go to St. Eustatia, and discharge our cargo there, and from thence proceed for Georgia. I was much disappointed at this; but thinking, as usual, it was of no use to encounter with the decrees of fate, I submitted without repining, and we went to St. Eustatia. After we had dis- charged our cargo there, we took in a live cargo (as we call a cargo of slaves). Here I sold my goods tolerably well; but, not being able to lay out all my money in this small island to as much advantage as in many other places,

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4. In total, without further deductions. 5. David, the second king of ancient Israel, tra-

ditionally considered the author of the biblical Book of Psalms.

I  laid out only part, and the remainder I brought away with me net.4 We sailed from hence for Georgia, and I was glad when we got there, though I had not much reason to like the place from my last adventure in Savan- nah; but I longed to get back to Montserrat and procure my freedom, which I expected to be able to purchase when I returned. As soon as we arrived here, I waited on my careful doctor, Mr. Brady, to whom I made the most grateful acknowl edgments in my power, for his former kindness and atten- tion during my illness.

* * * When we had unladen the vessel, and I had sold my venture, "nding myself master of about forty- seven pounds— I consulted my true friend, the captain, how I should proceed in offering my master the money for my freedom. He told me to come on a certain morning, when he and my master would be at breakfast together. Accordingly, on that morning I went, and met the captain there, as he had appointed. When I went in I made my obeisance to my mas- ter, and with my money in my hand, and many fears in my heart, I prayed him to be as good as his offer to me, when he was pleased to promise me my freedom as soon as I could purchase it. This speech seemed to confound him, he began to recoil, and my heart that instant sunk within me. “What,” said he, “give you your freedom? Why, where did you get the money? Have you got forty pounds sterling?” “Yes, sir,” I answered. “How did you get it?” replied he. I told him, very honestly. The captain then said he knew I got the money honestly, and with much industry, and that I was particularly careful. On which my master replied, I got money much faster than he did; and said he would not have made me the promise he did if he had thought I should have got the money so soon. “Come, come,” said my worthy captain, clapping my master on the back, “Come, Robert (which was his name), I think you must let him have his freedom;— you have laid your money out very well; you have received a very good interest for it all this time, and here is now the principal at last. I know Gustavus has earned you more than a hundred a year, and he will save you money, as he will not leave you.— Come, Robert, take the money.” My master then said he would not be worse than his prom- ise; and, taking the money, told me to go to the Secretary at the Register Of"ce, and get my manumission drawn up. These words of my master were like a voice from Heaven to me. In an instant all my trepidation was turned into unutterable bliss; and I most rev er ent ly bowed myself with gratitude, unable to express my feelings, but by the overdowing of my eyes, and a heart replete with thanks to God, while my true and worthy friend, the captain, congratulated us both with a peculiar degree of heartfelt plea sure. As soon as the "rst transports of my joy were over, and that I had expressed my thanks to these my worthy friends, in the best manner I was able, I rose with a heart full of affection and reverence, and left the room, in order to obey my mas- ter’s joyful mandate of going to the Register Of"ce. As I was leaving the house I called to mind the words of the Psalmist,5 in the 126th Psalm, and like him, “I glori"ed God in my heart, in whom I trusted.” These words had

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6. “Acts xii.9” [Equiano’s note]. “And he went out and followed him; and wist not that it was true which was done by the angel; but thought he saw a vision.” 7. God takes Elijah into heaven in 2 Kings 2.11. 8. A unit of British currency, equal to twenty-

one shillings. 9. The pres ent words; this document. 1. Because the exchange rate favored the West Indians in this period, the forty pounds sterling that Equiano paid equaled seventy pounds in “local” currency.

been impressed on my mind from the very day I was forced from Deptford to the pres ent hour, and I now saw them, as I thought, ful"lled and veri"ed. My imagination was all rapture as I dew to the Register Of"ce; and, in this res- pect, like the apostle Peter6 (whose deliverance from prison was so sudden and extraordinary, that he thought he was in a vision), I could scarcely believe I was awake. Heavens! who could do justice to my feelings at this moment! Not conquering heroes themselves, in the midst of a triumph— Not the ten- der mother who has just regained her long lost infant, and presses it to her heart— Not the weary hungry, mari ner, at the sight of the desired friendly port— Not the lover, when he once more embraces his beloved mistress, after she has been ravished from his arms! All within my breast was tumult, wild- ness, and delirium! My feet scarcely touched the ground, for they were winged with joy; and, like Elijah, as he rose to Heaven,7 they “ were with light- ning sped as I went on.” Every one I met I told of my happiness, and blazed about the virtue of my amiable master and captain.

When I got to the of"ce and acquainted the Register with my errand, he congratulated me on the occasion, and told me he would draw up my manu- mission for half price, which was a guinea.8 I thanked him for his kindness; and, having received it, and paid him, I hastened to my master to get him to sign it, that I might be fully released. Accordingly he signed the manumission that day; so that, before night, I, who had been a slave in the morning, trem- bling at the will of another, was become my own master, and completely free. I thought this was the happiest day I had ever experienced; and my joy was still heightened by the blessings and prayers of many of the sable race, par- ticularly the aged, to whom my heart had ever been attached with reverence.

* * * As the form of my manumission has something peculiar in it, and expresses the absolute power and dominion one man claims over his fellow, I shall beg leave to pres ent it before my readers at full length:

Montserrat.— To all men unto whom these pres ents9 shall come: I, Robert King, of the parish of St. Anthony, in the said island, merchant, send greet- ing. Know ye, that I, the aforesaid Robert King, for and in consideration of the sum of seventy pounds current money of the said island,1 to me in hand paid, and to the intent that a negro man slave, named Gustavus Vassa, shall and may become free, having manumitted, emancipated, enfranchised, and set free, and by these pres ents do manumit, emancipate, enfranchise, and set free, the aforesaid negro man slave, named Gustavus Vassa, for ever; hereby giving, granting, and releasing unto him, the said Gustavus Vassa, all right, title, dominion, sovereignty, and property, which, as lord and mas- ter over the aforesaid Gustavus Vassa, I had, or now have, or by any means whatsoever I may or can hereafter possibly have over him, the aforesaid negro, for ever. In witness whereof, I, the above said Robert King, have unto

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2. Book (Latin). 3. After his emancipation, Equiano traded throughout the West Indies and in Georgia before moving to London, where he worked as a hairdresser. Low wages drove him to return to work as a sailor. He had many adventures,

including the travels described here. 4. The Italian port city of Livorno. “Villa Franca”: Vila Franca de Campo, port town in the Azores. “Nice”: port city in France. 5. From.

these pres ents set my hand and seal, this tenth day of July, in the year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and sixty- six.

Robert King.

Signed, sealed, and delivered in the presence of Terry Legay, Montserrat.

Registered the within manumission at full length, this eleventh day of July, 1766, in liber2 D.

Terry Legay, Register.

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* * * The same day I went into the city in quest of a master.3 I was extremely

fortunate in my inquiry; for I soon heard of a gentleman who had a ship going to Italy and Turkey, and he wanted a man who could dress hair well. I was overjoyed at this, and went immediately on board of his ship, as I had been directed, which I found to be "tted up with great taste, and I already foreboded no small plea sure in sailing in her. Not "nding the gentleman on board, I was directed to his lodgings, where I met with him the next day, and gave him a specimen of my dressing. He liked it so well that he hired me immediately, so that I was perfectly happy; for the ship, master, and voyage, were entirely to my mind. The ship was called the Delawar, and my master’s name was John Jolly, a neat smart good humoured man, just such an one as I wished to serve. We sailed from Eng land in July following, and our voyage was extremely pleasant. We went to Villa Franca, Nice, and Leghorn;4 and in all these places I was charmed with the richness and beauty of the coun- tries, and struck with the elegant buildings with which they abound. We had always in them plenty of extraordinary good wines and rich fruits, which I was very fond of; and I had frequent occasions of gratifying both my taste and curiosity; for my captain always lodged on shore in those places, which afforded me opportunities to see the country around. I also learned naviga- tion of5 the mate, which I was very fond of. When we left Italy we had delight- ful sailing among the Archipelago islands, and from thence to Smyrna in Turkey. This is a very ancient city; the houses are built of stone, and most of them have graves adjoining to them; so that they sometimes pres ent the appearance of church- yards. Provisions are very plentiful in this city, and good wine less than a penny a pint. The grapes, pomegranates, and many other fruits, were also the richest and largest I ever tasted. The natives are well looking and strong made, and treated me always with great civility. In general I believe they are fond of black people; and several of them gave me pressing invitations to stay amongst them, although they keep the franks, or

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6. The term “franks” derives from the Franks, ancient German tribes who converted to Chris tian- ity and extended into parts of the Eastern Roman Empire. 7. The Ottoman Turks controlled Greece from the mid- "fteenth century until 1832, when Greece was recognized as an in de pen dent state following a revolution that began in 1821. 8. Festivities before the beginning of Lent; i.e., springtime. 9. Owner ship of a Bible indicated Protestant- ism and therefore was proscribed by the Inquisi-

tion, of"cially the Holy Of"ce, an ecclesiastical tribunal established by the Roman Catholic Church in the thirteenth century to identify and prosecute heretics. The Portuguese Inquisi- tion, established in 1536, was disbanded in 1821. 1. An early Christian hymn of praise, sung in Latin. “Host”: communion wafer. 2. Often prisoners of war, galley slaves were rowers in galleys: low, dat ships used in war and trade.

Christians,6 separate, and do not suffer them to dwell immediately amongst them. I was astonished in not seeing women in any of their shops, and very rarely any in the streets; and whenever I did they were covered with a veil from head to foot, so that I could not see their faces, except when any of them out of curiosity uncovered them to look at me, which they sometimes did. I was surprised to see how the Greeks are, in some mea sure, kept under by the Turks, as the negroes are in the West Indies by the white people.7 The less re"ned Greeks, as I have already hinted, dance here in the same manner as we do in my nation. On the whole, during our stay here, which was about "ve months, I liked the place and the Turks extremely well. I could not help observing one very remarkable circumstance there: the tails of the sheep are dat, and so very large, that I have known the tail even of a lamb to weight from eleven to thirteen pounds. The fat of them is very white and rich, and is excellent in puddings, for which it is much used. Our ship being at length richly loaded with silk, and other articles, we sailed for Eng land.

In May 1769, soon after our return from Turkey, our ship made a delight- ful voyage to Oporto in Portugal, where we arrived at the time of the carni- val.8 On our arrival, there were sent on board to us thirty- six articles to observe, with very heavy penalties if we should break any of them; and none of us even dared to go on board any other vessel or on shore till the Inquisi- tion had sent on board and searched for every thing illegal, especially bibles.9 Such as were produced, and certain other things, were sent on shore till the ships were going away; and any person in whose custody a bible was found concealed was to be imprisoned and dogged, and sent into slavery for ten years. I saw here many very magni"cent sights, particularly the garden of Eden, where many of the clergy and laity went in pro cession in their several orders with the host, and sung Te Deum.1 I had a great curiosity to go into some of their churches, but could not gain admittance without using the necessary sprinkling of holy water at my entrance. From curiosity, and a wish to be holy, I therefore complied with this ceremony, but its virtues were lost on me, for I found myself nothing the better for it. This place abounds with plenty of all kinds of provisions. The town is well built and pretty, and com- mands a "ne prospect. Our ship having taken in a load of wine, and other commodities, we sailed for London, and arrived in July following. Our next voyage was to the Mediterranean. The ship was again got ready, and we sailed in September for Genoa. This is one of the "nest cities I ever saw; some of the edi"ces were of beautiful marble, and made a most noble appearance; and many had very curious fountains before them. The churches were rich and magni"cent, and curiously adorned both in the inside and out. But all this grandeur was in my eyes disgraced by the galley slaves,2 whose condi-

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3. Long piers or arti"cial breakwaters, here in the Mediterranean. 4. The only active volcano on Eu rope’s mainland, located on Italy’s western coast overlooking Naples. Vesuvius is best known as the volcano that erupted in 79 c.e., burying the Roman town of Pompeii. The ruins of Pompeii were discovered

in 1748. 5. An Ottoman title for an army commander. 6. Edible seed of a plant in the legume family. “Locusts”: locust beans. 7. Stangate Creek, on the river Medway, in south- east Eng land.

tion both there and in other parts of Italy is truly piteous and wretched. After we had stayed there some weeks, during which we bought many dif- fer ent things which we wanted, and got them very cheap, we sailed to Naples, a charming city, and remarkably clean. The bay is the most beauti- ful I ever saw; the moles for shiping3 are excellent. I thought it extraordinary to see grand operas acted here on Sunday nights, and even attended by their majesties. I too, like these great ones, went to those sights, and vainly served God in the day while I thus served mammon effectually at night. While we remained here there happened an eruption of mount Vesuvius,4 of which I had a perfect view. It was extremely awful; and we were so near that the ashes from it used to be thick on our deck. After we had transacted our busi- ness at Naples we sailed with a fair wind once more for Smyrna, where we arrived in December. A raskier5 or of"cer took a liking to me here, and wanted me to stay, and offered me two wives; however I refused the tempta- tion. The merchants here travel in caravans or large companies. I have seen many caravans from India, with some hundreds of camels, laden with dif- fer ent goods. The people of these caravans are quite brown. Among other articles, they brought with them a great quantity of locusts, which are a kind of pulse,6 sweet and pleasant to the palate, and in shape resembling French beans, but longer. Each kind of goods is sold in a street by itself, and I always found the Turks very honest in their dealings. They let no Chris- tians into their mosques or churches, for which I was very sorry; as I was always fond of going to see the dif fer ent modes of worship of the poeple where ever I went. The plague broke out while we were in Smyrna, and we stopped taking goods into the ship till it was over. She was then richly laden, and we sailed in about March 1770 for Eng land. One day in our passage we met with an accident which was near burning the ship. A black cook, in melting some fat, overset the pan into the "re under the deck, which imme- diately began to blaze, and the dame went up very high under the foretop. With the fright the poor cook became almost white, and altogether speech- less. Happily however we got the "re out without doing much mischief. After vari ous delays in this passage, which was tedious, we arrived in Standgate creek7 in July; and, at the latter end of the year, some new event occurred, so that my noble captain, the ship, and I all separated.

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JUDITH SARGENT MURRAY 1751–1820

J udith Sargent Murray addressed her most impor tant subject— the in de pen dent female mind—in her "rst published essay, “Desultory Thoughts upon the Utility of Encouraging a Degree of Self- Complacency, Especially in Female Bosoms” (1784). Writing under the pen name “Constantia,” she advised young women that though a “pleasing form is undoubtedly advantageous,” a developed mind is far more mean- ingful. An intellectual woman in a culture that regarded women as men’s mental inferiors, a professional writer in an era when almost no one— male or female— made a living by writing, Murray went on to demonstrate the validity of her own precepts.

Judith Sargent was born and spent much of her life in Gloucester, Mas sa chu setts, a coastal town about forty miles north of Boston. Her parents, Judith Saunders and Winthrop Sargent, came from seafaring families. Along with her younger brother Winslow, Judith was tutored by the local clergyman in college preparatory subjects including Latin, Greek, and mathe matics. Another distinctive feature of her upbringing was her parents’ liberal theology, which questioned the strict Calvinist doctrine of election, that is, the belief that God had destined each soul to either salvation or damnation. They embraced instead the teachings of the En glish Univer- salist James Relly, who proclaimed that salvation was available to anyone who accepted Jesus Christ. Relly was sure that a rational God would never condemn believers to hell. The Sargents and John Stevens, whom Judith married in 1769, were thus ready to welcome Relly’s greatest disciple, John Murray, who had left Eng land to preach in the eastern colonies, reaching Gloucester in 1774. In 1788, about a year after the death of John Stevens in the West Indies, Judith Sargent married John Murray. Meanwhile the "rst Universalist church in Amer i ca had been dedicated in Gloucester in 1780. The denomination went on to be a leader in the effort to ordain women as ministers. As this suggests, Judith Sargent Murray’s advocacy of cultivating in de pen dent, intellectually alert women was highly com- patible with her religious beliefs.

Murray’s career as a writer began in earnest soon after she married Murray. In an increasingly secular world, essays and novels with moral subtexts fashioned readers into secular “congregations,” and periodicals such as Boston’s Mas sa chu setts Magazine and The Gentleman’s and Lady’s Town and Country Magazine: or, Reposi- tory of Instruction and Entertainment, where “The Utility of Encouraging a Degree of Self- Complacency, Especially in Female Bosoms” "rst appeared, would supplant or supplement many pulpits in the years to come. Eighteenth- century readers liked a moral without the theology. But while Murray found an audience early on, it was not easy for her to make a living by the pen. In the volatile world of print culture, magazines changed hands frequently and many of them dis appeared, while pub- lishers assumed that contributors would be so eager to see their names in print that no payment was necessary.

Murray’s most impor tant publication and her greatest "nancial success was a three- volume compilation of her work, published in 1798 as The Gleaner, which she dedicated to Abigail and John Adams. She seems to have published nothing new from 1796 to 1802, when she offered some poems in a Boston publication that hoped to take up where the defunct Mas sa chu setts Magazine left off. Her major

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efforts during these years went to the care of her ailing and improvident husband and to editing his Letters and Sketches of Sermons (1812–13) and his posthumously published autobiography (1816). With her work on Murray’s behalf completed, she left New Eng land and made a "nal home with her daughter in Natchez, Mississippi, where she died in 1820.

At the beginning of her writing career, in 1779, Murray drafted “On the Equality of the Sexes,” which offers a defense of women’s intellectual abilities. The essay did not appear in print until 1790, the same year as the En glish writer Catherine Macaulay’s similarly themed Letters on Education. Two years later the En glish writer Mary Wollstonecraft published Vindication of the Rights of Woman, a land- mark po liti cal treatise and statement of women’s rights. As these parallels suggest, Murray was at the forefront of the movement in the revolutionary Atlantic world to extend the promise of equality in the Declaration of In de pen dence to women as well as men.

“Keep within Compass,” c. 1795. This engraving encourages women to remain outside the public sphere occupied by men. Judith Sargent Murray was among the thinkers of the time who challenged this view.

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1. The text is from The Mas sa chu setts Magazine, or, Monthly Museum of Knowledge and Rational Entertainment, published in March and April 1790. Both the poem and the essay are by Murray. 2. Sir Isaac Newton (1642–1727), En glish scien-

tist and phi los o pher, broke up white light into the colors of the spectrum by means of a prism and likewise recombined the colors. 3. And only. 4. Stupidity.

On the Equality of the Sexes1

Part I

That minds are not alike, full well I know, This truth each day’s experience will show. To heights surprising some great spirits soar, With inborn strength mysterious depths explore; Their eager gaze surveys the path of light, 5 Confessed it stood to Newton’s piercing sight.2 Deep science, like a bashful maid retires, And but3 the ardent breast her worth inspires; By perseverance the coy fair is won, And Genius, led by Study, wears the crown. 10 But some there are who wish not to improve, Who never can the path of knowledge love, Whose souls almost with the dull body one, With anxious care each mental plea sure shun. Weak is the leveled, enervated mind, 15 And but while here to vegetate designed. The torpid spirit mingling with its clod Can scarcely boast its origin from God. Stupidly dull— they move progressing on— They eat, and drink, and all their work is done, 20 While others, emulous of sweet applause, Industrious seek for each event a cause, Tracing the hidden springs whence knowledge dows, Which nature all in beauteous order shows. Yet cannot I their sentiments imbibe 25 Who this distinction to the sex ascribe, As if a woman’s form must needs enroll A weak, a servile, an inferior soul; And that the guise of man must still proclaim Greatness of mind, and him, to be the same. 30 Yet as the hours revolve fair proofs arise Which the bright wreath of growing fame supplies, And in past times some men have sunk so low, That female rec ords nothing less can show. But imbecility4 is still con"ned, 35 And by the lordly sex to us consigned. They rob us of the power t’improve, And then declare we only trides love. Yet haste the era when the world shall know That such distinctions only dwell below. 40 The soul unfettered to no sex con"ned, Was for the abodes of cloudless day designed.

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5. “ There is no new thing under the sun” (Eccle- siastes 1.8). 6. Reveal.

7. Making use of. 8. Imagine.

Meantime we emulate their manly "res, Though erudition all their thoughts inspires, Yet nature with equality imparts, 45 And noble passions, swell e’en female hearts.

Is it upon mature consideration we adopt the idea that nature is thus partial in her distributions? Is it indeed a fact that she hath yielded to one half of the human species so unquestionable a mental superiority? I know that to both sexes elevated understandings, and the reverse, are common. But, suf- fer me to ask, in what the minds of females are so notoriously de"cient, or unequal? May not the intellectual powers be ranged under these four heads— imagination, reason, memory and judgment? The province of imagi- nation hath long since been surrendered up to us, and we have been crowned undoubted sovereigns of the regions of fancy. Invention is perhaps the most arduous effort of the mind; this branch of imagination hath been particu- larly ceded to us, and we have been time out of mind invested with that cre- ative faculty. Observe the variety of fashions ( here I bar the contemptuous smile) which distinguish and adorn the female world; how continually are they changing, insomuch that they almost render the wise man’s assertion problematical, and we are ready to say, there is something new under the sun.5 Now what a playfulness, what an exuberance of fancy, what strength of inventive imagination, doth this continual variation discover?6 Again, it hath been observed that if the turpitude of the conduct of our sex hath been ever so enormous, so extremely ready are we, that the very "rst thought pres ents us with an apology so plausible as to produce our actions even in an amiable light. Another instance of our creative powers is our talent for slander. How ingenious are we at inventive scandal? What a formidable story can we in a moment fabricate merely from the force of a proli"c imagination? How many reputations in the fertile brain of a female have been utterly despoiled? How industrious are we at improving7 a hint? Suspicion8 how easily do we convert into conviction, and conviction, embellished by the power of eloquence, stalks abroad to the surprise and confusion of unsuspecting innocence. Perhaps it will be asked if I furnish these facts as instances of excellency in our sex. Certainly not; but as proofs of a creative faculty, of a lively imagi- nation. As suredly great activity of mind is thereby discovered, and was this activity properly directed what bene"cial effects would follow. Is the needle and kitchen suf"cient to employ the operations of a soul thus or ga nized? I should conceive not. Nay, it is a truth that those very departments leave the intelligent princi ple vacant, and at liberty for speculation. Are we de"cient in reason? We can only reason from what we know, and if an opportunity of acquiring knowledge hath been denied us, the inferiority of our sex cannot fairly be deduced from thence. Memory, I believe, will be allowed us in com- mon, since every one’s experience must testify that a loquacious old woman is as frequently met with as a communicative old man; their subjects are alike drawn from the fund of other times, and the transactions of their youth, or of maturer life, entertain, or perhaps fatigue you, in the eve ning of their lives. “But our judgment is not so strong—we do not distinguish so well.”— Yet it

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9. I.e., "ction. 1. De"ned by gender roles.

2. A gracious disregard of its superiority. “Natu- ral philosophy”: i.e., natu ral science.

may be questioned, from what doth this superiority in this determining faculty of the soul, proceed? May we not trace its source in the difference of education, and continued advantages? Will it be said that the judgment of a male of two years old is more sage than that of a female’s of the same age? I believe the reverse is generally observed to be true. But from that period what partiality! How is the one exalted and the other depressed by the contrary modes of education which are adopted! The one is taught to aspire and the other is early con"ned and limited. As their years increase the sister must be wholly domesticated, while the brother is led by the hand through all the dowery paths of science. Grant that their minds are by nature equal, yet who shall won der at the apparent superiority, if indeed custom becomes sec- ond nature; nay if it taketh place of nature, and that it doth the experience of each day will evince. At length arrived at womanhood, the uncultivated fair one feels a void which the employments allotted her are by no means capable of "lling. What can she do? To books she may not apply; or if she doth, to those only of the novel kind,9 lest she merit the appellation of a learned lady; and what ideas have been af"xed to this term, the observation of many can testify. Fashion, scandal, and sometimes what is still more reprehensible are then called in to her relief; and who can say to what lengths the liberties she takes may proceed. Meantime she herself is most unhappy; she feels the want of a cultivated mind. Is she single, she in vain seeks to "ll up time from sexual1 employments or amusements. Is she united to a person whose soul nature made equal to her own, education hath set him so far above her that in those entertainments which are productive of such rational felicity she is not quali"ed to accompany him. She experiences a mortifying con- sciousness of inferiority which embitters every enjoyment. Doth the person to whom her adverse fate hath consigned her possess a mind incapable of improve- ment, she is equally wretched in being so closely connected with an individual whom she cannot but despise. Now was she permitted the same instructors as her brother (with an eye however to their par tic u lar departments) for the employment of a rational mind an ample "eld would be opened. In astronomy she might catch a glimpse of the immensity of the Deity and thence she would form amazing conceptions of the August and supreme Intelligence. In geogra- phy she would admire Jehovah in the midst of His benevolence; thus adapt- ing this globe to the vari ous wants and amusements of its inhabitants. In natu ral philosophy she would adore the in"nite majesty of heaven, clothed in condescension2 and as she traversed the reptile world, she would hail the goodness of a creating God. A mind thus "lled would have little room for the trides with which our sex are, with too much justice, accused of amusing themselves, and they would thus be rendered "t companions for those who should one day wear them as their crown. Fashions, in their variety, would then give place to conjectures, which might perhaps conduce to the improve- ment of the literary world; and there would be no leisure for slander or detraction. Reputation would not then be blasted, but serious speculations would occupy the lively imaginations of the sex. Unnecessary visits would be precluded, and that custom would only be indulged by way of relaxation, or to answer the demands of consanguinity and friendship. Females would

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3. Marriage. In classical my thol ogy, Hymen is the god of marriage. 4. House keeping. 5. Women’s. 6. I.e., of the human body.

7. The palm branch, a classical symbol of victory. 8. The En glish poet Alexander Pope (1688– 1744) suffered an early illness that left his body deformed. 9. I.e., the body, which houses the soul.

become discreet, their judgments would be invigorated, and their partners for life being circumspectly chosen, an unhappy Hymen3 would then be as rare as is now the reverse.

Will it be urged that those acquirements would supersede our domestic duties? I answer that every requisite in female economy4 is easily attained; and, with truth, I can add that when once attained they require no further mental attention. Nay, while we are pursuing the needle, or the superinten- dency of the family, I repeat, that our minds are at full liberty for redection; that imagination may exert itself in full vigor; and that if a just foundation is early laid, our ideas will then be worthy of rational beings. If we were industri- ous we might easily "nd time to arrange them upon paper, or should avoca- tions press too hard for such an indulgence, the hours allotted for conversation would at least become more re"ned and rational. Should it still be vociferated, “Your domestic employments are suf"cient”— I would calmly ask, is it reason- able that a candidate for immortality, for the joys of heaven, an intelligent being, who is to spend an eternity in contemplating the works of Deity, should at pres ent be so degraded as to be allowed no other ideas than those which are suggested by the mechanism of a pudding, or the sewing the seams of a gar- ment? Pity that all such censurers of female improvement do not go one step further and deny their5 future existence; to be consistent they surely ought.

Yes, ye lordly, ye haughty sex, our souls are by nature equal to yours; the same breath of God animates, enlivens, and invigorates us; and that we are not fallen lower than yourselves, let those witness who have greatly towered above the vari ous discouragements by which they have been so heavi ly oppressed. And though I am unacquainted with the list of celebrated charac- ters on either side, yet from the observations I have made in the contracted circle in which I have moved, I dare con"dently believe that from the com- mencement of time to the pres ent day there hath been as many females, as males, who, by the mere force of natu ral powers, have merited the crown of applause; who, thus unassisted, have seized the wreath of fame. I know there are [ those] who assert that as the animal powers of the one sex are superior of course their mental faculties also must be stronger; thus attributing strength of mind to the transient organ ization of this earth born tenement.6 But if this reasoning is just, man must be content to yield the palm7 [to] many of the brute creation, since by not a few of his brethren of the "eld he is far surpassed in bodily strength. Moreover, was this argument admitted, it would prove too much, for ocular demonstration evinceth that there are many robust masculine ladies, and effeminate gentlemen. Yet I fancy that Mr. Pope, though clogged with an enervated body, and distinguished by a diminutive stature,8 could nevertheless lay claim to greatness of soul, and perhaps there are many other instances which might be adduced to combat so unphilosophical an opinion. Do we not often see that when the clay built tabernacle9 is well nigh dissolved, when it is just ready to mingle with the parent soil, the immortal inhabitant aspires to and even attaineth heights the most sublime and which were before wholly unexplored? Besides, were

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1. When King David lusted after Bathsheba, he contrived to send her husband, Uriah, into battle to be killed so that David might marry her. See 2 Samuel 11.3–27. 2. Although Job’s faith survives many testings, he curses the day he was born (Job 3). 3. Medieval exegetes argued that Old Testa-

ment persons and events took on their full mean- ing in the New Testament. Job and David are thus, in their sufferings, types (i.e., pre"gura- tions) of Jesus. 4. Re"ned. “Exactness”: high "nish or quality. 5. Trinkets.

we to grant that animal strength proved anything, taking into consideration the accustomed impartiality of nature, we should be induced to imagine that she had invested the female mind with superior strength as an equivalent for the bodily powers of man. But waving this however palpable advantage, for equality only, we wish to contend.

Part II

I am aware that there are many passages in the sacred oracles which seem to give the advantage to the other sex, but I consider all these as wholly meta phorical. Thus David was a man after God’s own heart, yet see him enervated by his licentious passions! Behold him following Uriah to the death1 and show me wherein could consist the immaculate Being’s compla- cency. Listen to the curses which Job bestoweth upon the day of his nativ- ity,2 and tell me where is his perfection, where his patience— literally it existed not. David and Job were types of Him who was to come;3 and the superiority of man, as exhibited in scripture, being also emblematical, all arguments deduced from thence of course fall to the ground. The exquisite delicacy of the female mind proclaimeth the exactness of its texture, while its nice4 sense of honor announceth its innate, its native grandeur. And indeed, in one res pect, the preeminence seems to be tacitly allowed us, for after an education which limits and con"nes, and employments and recre- ations which naturally tend to enervate the body and debilitate the mind, after we have from early youth been adorned with ribbons and other gew- gaws,5 dressed out like the ancient victims previous to a sacri"ce, being taught by the care of our parents in collecting the most showy materials that the ornamenting [of] our exterior ought to be the principal object of our attention; after, I say, "fteen years thus spent, we are introduced into the world amid the united adulation of every beholder. Praise is sweet to the soul; we are immediately intoxicated by large draughts of dattery, which being plentifully administered, is to the pride of our hearts the most accept- able incense. It is expected that with the other sex we should commence immediate war, and that we should triumph over the machinations of the most artful. We must be constantly upon our guard; prudence and discretion must be our characteristics, and we must rise superior to, and obtain a com- plete victory over, those who have been long adding to the native strength of their minds by an unremitted study of men and books, and who have, more- over, conceived from the loose characters which they have seen portrayed in the extensive variety of their reading a most contemptible opinion of the sex. Thus unequal, we are, notwithstanding, forced to the combat, and the infamy which is consequent upon the smallest deviation in our conduct proclaims the high idea which was formed of our native strength; and thus, indirectly at least, is the preference acknowledged to be our due. And if we are allowed an equality of acquirement, let serious studies equally employ our minds and we

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6.  I.e., with duties belonging more particularly to women.

7. Stingy. 8. Unspeci"ed other things (Latin).

will bid our souls arise to equal strength. We will meet upon even ground the despot man; we will rush with alacrity to the combat, and, crowned by success, we shall then answer the exalted expectations which are formed. Though sensibility, soft compassion, and gentle commiseration are inmates in the female bosom, yet against every deep laid art, altogether fearless of the event, we will set them in array; for as suredly the wreath of victory will encircle the spotless brow. If we meet an equal, a sensible friend, we will reward him with the hand of amity, and through life we will be assiduous to promote his happiness; but from every deep laid scheme for our ruin, retiring into our- selves, amid the dowery paths of science, we will indulge in all the re"ned and sentimental pleasures of contemplation. And should it still be urged that the studies thus insisted upon would interfere with our more peculiar department,6 I must further reply that early hours and close application will do won ders; and to her who is from the "rst dawn of reason taught to "ll up time rationally, both the requisites will be easy. I grant that niggard7 fortune is too generally unfriendly to the mind; and that much of that valu- able trea sure, time, is necessarily expended upon the wants of the body; but it should be remembered that in embarrassed circumstances our compan- ions have as little leisure for literary improvement as is afforded to us; for most certainly their provident care is at least as requisite as our exertions. Nay, we have even more leisure for sedentary pleasures, as our avocations are more retired, much less laborious, and, as hath been observed, by no means require that avidity of attention which is proper to the employments of the other sex. In high life, or, in other words, where the parties are in possession of afduence, the objection respecting time is wholly obviated, and, of course, falls to the ground. And it may also be repeated that many of those hours which are at pres ent swallowed up in fashion and scandal might be redeemed were we habituated to useful redections. But in one res pect, O ye arbiters of our fate! we confess that the superiority is indubitably yours; you are by nature formed for our protectors; we pretend not to vie with you in bodily strength; upon this point we will never contend for victory. Shield us then, we beseech you, from external evils, and in return we will transact your domestic affairs. Yes, your, for are you not equally interested in those matters with ourselves? Is not the elegancy of neatness as agreeable to your sight as to ours; is not the well favored viand equally delightful to your taste; and doth not your sense of hearing suffer as much from the discordant sounds prevalent in an ill regulated family produced by the voices of children and many et ceteras?8

Constantia.

By way of supplement to the foregoing pages, I subjoin the following extract from a letter, wrote to a friend in the December of 1780.

And now assist me, O thou genius of my sex, while I undertake the arduous task of endeavoring to combat that vulgar, that almost universal error, which hath, it seems, enlisted even Mr. P— under its banners. The superiority of your sex hath, I grant, been time out of mind esteemed a truth incontro- vertible; in consequence of which persuasion every plan of education hath

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9. I.e., to the Bible. 1. Ancestors; here, Adam and Eve. 2. “And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman, and brought her unto the man” (Genesis 2.22).

3. The earliest connection of Satan and light is in Isaiah 14.12: “How are thou fallen from heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning!” Lucifer in Latin means “light bearer.”

been calculated to establish this favorite tenet. Not long since, weak and presuming as I was, I amused myself with selecting some arguments from nature, reason, and experience, against this so generally received idea. I confess that to sacred testimonies9 I had not recourse. I held them to be merely meta phorical and thus regarding them, I could not persuade myself that there was any propriety in bringing them to decide in this very impor- tant debate. However, as you, sir, con"ne yourself entirely to the sacred ora- cles, I mean to bend the whole of my artillery against those supposed proofs which you have from thence provided, and from which you have formed an entrenchment apparently so invulnerable. And "rst, to begin with our great progenitors;1 but here, suffer me to premise, that it is for mental strength I mean to contend, for with res pect to animal powers, I yield them undis- puted to that sex, which enjoys them in common with the lion, the tiger, and many other beasts of prey; therefore your observations respecting the rib under the arm,2 at a distance from the head, etc., etc., in no sort militate against my view. Well, but the woman was "rst in the transgression. Strange how blind self love renders you men. Were you not wholly absorbed in a partial admiration of your own abilities, you would long since have acknowl- edged the force of what I am now going to urge. It is true some ignoramuses have absurdly enough informed us that the beauteous fair of paradise was seduced from her obedience by a malignant demon in the guise of a baleful serpent; but we, who are better informed, know that the fallen spirit pre- sented himself to her view a shining angel still; for thus, saith the critics in the Hebrew tongue, ought the word to be rendered.3 Let us examine her motive— Hark! the seraph declares that she shall attain a perfection of knowledge; for is there aught which is not comprehended under one or other of the terms good and evil. It doth not appear that she was governed by any one sensual appetite, but merely by a desire of adorning her mind. A laudable ambition "red her soul and a thirst for knowledge impelled the predilection so fatal in its consequences. Adam could not plead the same deception; as suredly he was not deceived; nor ought we to admire his superior strength, or won der at his sagacity, when we so often confess that example is much more induen- tial than precept. His gentle partner stood before him, a melancholy instance of the direful effects of disobedience; he saw her not possessed of that wis- dom which she had fondly hoped to obtain, but he beheld the once blooming female disrobed of that innocence which had heretofore rendered her so lovely. To him, then, deception became impossible, as he had proof positive of the fallacy of the argument which the deceiver had suggested. What then could be his inducement to burst the barriers, and to dy directly in the face of that command, which immediately from the mouth of Deity he had received, since, I say, he could not plead that fascinating stimulus, the accu- mulation of knowledge, as indisputable conviction was so visibly portrayed before him. What mighty cause impelled him to sacri"ce myriads of beings yet unborn, and by one impious act, which he saw would be productive of such fatal effects, entail undistinguished ruin upon a race of beings which

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4. Ephesians 5.32. 5. Adam pre"gures Jesus. 6. Jesus is the “Second Federal Head” because he made a Covenant of Faith with humanity after Adam broke God’s Covenant of Works. Federal comes from the Latin word meaning “compact” or “treaty.” 7. When Abraham, the "rst patriarch and pro- genitor of the Hebrews, is about to enter Egypt with his wife, he fears the Egyptians will kill him to take her, so he asks her: “Say, I pray thee, thou art my sister: that it may be well with me for thy sake; and my soul shall live because of

thee” (Genesis 12.13). “Af"ance”: plighted faith; marriage. 8. The lawgiver who led the Israelites out of Egypt: “Now the man Moses was very meek, above all the men which were upon the face of the earth” (Numbers 12.3). 9. God inscribed the Ten Commandments on stone tablets (“ Tables”), and Moses broke the "rst of those tablets (Exodus 32.19). 1. Solomon, third king of ancient Israel, was famously rich and wise, but worshiped false gods and failed to keep God’s commandments (1 Kings 11.1–10).

he was yet to produce. Blush, ye vaunters of fortitude, ye boasters of resolu- tion, ye haughty lords of the creation; blush when ye remember that he was induenced by no other motive than a bare pusillanimous attachment to a woman! by sentiments so exquisitely soft that all his sons have from that period, when they have designed to degrade them, described as highly fem- inine. Thus it should seem that all the arts of the grand deceiver (since means adequate to the purpose are, I conceive, invariably pursued) were requisite to mislead our general mother, while the father of mankind for- feited his own, and relinquished the happiness of posterity, merely in com- pliance with the blandishments of a female. The subsequent subjection the apostle Paul explains as a "gure; after enlarging upon the subject, he adds, “This is a great mystery; but I speak concerning Christ and the church.”4 Now we know with what consummate wisdom the unerring father of eternity hath formed his plans; all the types which he hath displayed he hath per- mitted materially to fail, in the very virtue for which they were famed. The reason for this is obvious; we might other wise mistake his economy and render that honor to the creature which is due only to the creator. I know that Adam was a "gure of Him who was to come.5 The Grace contained in this "gure is the reason of my rejoicing, and while I am very far from prostrat- ing before the shadow, I yield joyfully in all things the preeminence to the Second Federal Head.6 Con"ding faith is pre"gured by Abraham, yet he exhibits a contrast to af"ance when he says of his fair companion, she is my sister.7 Gentleness was the characteristic of Moses,8 yet he hesitated not to reply to Jehovah Himself. With unsaintlike tongue he murmured at the waters of strife, and with rash hands he break the Tables which were inscribed by the "n ger of divinity.9 David, digni"ed with the title of the man after God’s own heart, and yet how stained was his life. Solomon was celebrated for wisdom, but folly is wrote in legible characters upon his almost every action.1 Lastly, let us turn our eyes to man in the aggregate. He is manifested as the "gure of strength, but that we may not regard him as any thing more than a "gure, his soul is formed in no sort superior, but every way equal to the mind of her who is the emblem of weakness and whom he hails the gentle companion of his better days.

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PHILIP FRENEAU 1752–1832

I t has been said that Philip Freneau failed at almost every thing he did. An accom-plished journalist and po liti cal pamphleteer as well as a poet, Freneau did not fail at every thing, but he was not able to support himself as a writer. His lack of success in this regard was partly a consequence of the immature print market in the United States. A generation later, Washington Irving and James Fenimore Cooper became the "rst American writers to support themselves with their pens.

Apart from the issue of the developing print market, there is the matter of Freneau’s style. His most sympathetic readers believe that his genuine lyric gifts were always in condict with his po liti cal pamphleteering. Another possibility emerges from the poems themselves, which reveal a writer poised between two eighteenth- century traditions: the neoclassical Augustan poetry exempli"ed by Alexander Pope, and the not- yet- dedged Romantic poetry inaugurated by Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Words worth in their joint collection Lyrical Ballads (1798). Often characterized as a literary response to the age of demo cratic revolu- tion, the Romantic poetics of Coleridge and Words worth called for the poet to be “a man speaking to men” in a natu ral sounding idiom and to employ freer verse forms than the heroic couplet (i.e., rhymed pairs of iambic pentameter lines) that was the mainstay of neoclassical poetry. Freneau, like his con temporary Phillis Wheatley (see her headnote, below), moved in the direction of Romantic themes and forms without accomplishing the transformation in poetics that his British contempo- raries achieved.

Raised in Manhattan, Freneau had all the advantages of wealth and social posi- tion, which included an early introduction to the arts. Well- known writers and paint ers frequented the Freneau house hold. Educated in childhood by tutors, he entered the sophomore class at the College of New Jersey (now Prince ton Univer- sity) when he was just "fteen. At Prince ton he became close friends with his room- mate, James Madison, who would one day become the fourth president of the United States, and a classmate, Hugh Henry Brackenridge, who would become a judge and successful novelist. In their se nior year Freneau and Brackenridge com- posed an ode, “On the Rising Glory of Amer i ca,” which Brackenridge read at com- mencement. It offers an early instance of Freneau’s recurrent vision of a glorious future in which Amer i ca ful"lls the collective hope of humankind:

Paradise anew Shall dourish, by no second Adam lost, No dangerous tree with deadly fruit shall grow, No tempting serpent to allure the soul From native innocence. . . . The lion and the lamb In mutual friendship linked, shall browse the shrub, And timorous deer with softened tigers stray O’er mead, or lofty hill, or grassy plain.

For a short time Freneau taught school, even as he hoped to make a career as a writer. When he was offered a position as secretary on a plantation in the West Indies in 1776, he sailed to St. Croix and remained there almost three years. On

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that island— where “Sweet orange groves in lonely valleys rise,” as he put it— Freneau wrote some of his most sensuous lyr ics. As he remarks in “To Sir Toby,” however, he could not talk only of “blossoms” and an “endless spring” in a land that abounded in poverty and misery, where the plantation owners grew wealthy on slave labor. In 1778 he returned home and enlisted as a seaman on a blockade run- ner; two years later he was captured at sea and imprisoned on the British ship Scor- pion, anchored in New York harbor. He was treated cruelly, an experience he describes in “The British Prison Ship” (1781), his most popu lar poem with his con- temporaries.

After Freneau regained his health, he moved to Philadelphia, where he worked in the post of"ce and won his reputation as a journalist, satirist, and poet. As editor of the Freeman’s Journal, Freneau wrote impassioned verse in support of the American Revolution, turned all his rhetorical gifts against loyalists to the British monarchy, and became identi"ed as “the poet of the American Revolution.” In 1791 Thomas Jefferson, then serving as secretary of state, hired Freneau as a translator in his department. At that point Philadelphia was the nation’s capital, so Freneau remained in that city, devoting much of his time to editing the National Gazette, a newspaper associated with Jefferson’s po liti cal party. That party, the Democratic- Republicans, favored a demo cratic republic rather than the strong federal government favored by the opposing Federalist party. Freneau had a sharp eye for anyone not sympathetic to the demo cratic cause. He strongly supported the French Revolution and had a special grudge against Alexander Hamilton, secretary of the Trea sury, chief spokes- man for the Federalists, who viewed the French Revolution skeptically. President George Washington, of"cially nonpartisan, found it ironic that “that rascal Freneau” should be employed by his administration when he attacked it outspokenly.

The National Gazette ceased publication in 1793, and after Jefferson resigned his of"ce, Freneau left Philadelphia for good, alternating between ship’s captain (a job that he had held on and off since 1778) and newspaper editor in New York and New Jersey. He spent his last years on his New Jersey farm, unable to make it self- supporting and with no hope of further employment. Year after year he sold off the land he had inherited from his father. Although he received a pension as a veteran of the American Revolution, he died impoverished and unknown, lost in a blizzard.

Freneau was a proli"c writer of prose and poetry, addressing many topics includ- ing revolution and slavery, the fate of Native Americans, the sea, and nature. His best poems have a compelling lyricism. They reveal his interest in the beautiful, transient things of nature, and the condict in his art between the sensuous and the didactic.

The following texts are from The Poems of Freneau (1929), edited by H. H. Clark, except as indicated.

The Wild Honey Suckle

Fair dower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honeyed blossoms blow,1 Unseen thy little branches greet: No roving foot shall crush thee here, 5 No busy hand provoke a tear.

1. Bloom.

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2. Common; unfeeling. 1. The North American Indians bury their dead in a sitting posture; decorating the corpse with wampum, the images of birds, quadrupeds, etc.:

And (if that of a warrior) with bows, arrows, tom- ahawks and other military weapons [Freneau’s note].

By Nature’s self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar2 eye, And planted here the guardian shade, And sent soft waters murmuring by; 10 Thus quietly thy summer goes, Thy days declining to repose.

Smit with those charms, that must decay, I grieve to see your future doom; They died— nor were those dowers more gay, 15 The dowers that did in Eden bloom; Unpitying frosts, and Autumn’s power Shall leave no vestige of this dower.

From morning suns and eve ning dews At "rst thy little being came: 20 If nothing once, you nothing lose, For when you die you are the same; The space between, is but an hour, The frail duration of a dower.

1786

The Indian Burying Ground

In spite of all the learned have said, I still my old opinion keep; The posture, that we give the dead, Points out the soul’s eternal sleep.

Not so the ancients of these lands— 5 The Indian, when from life released, Again is seated1 with his friends, And shares again the joyous feast.

His imaged birds, and painted bowl, And venison, for a journey dressed, 10 Bespeak the nature of the soul, Activity, that knows no rest.

His bow, for action ready bent, And arrows, with a head of stone, Can only mean that life is spent, 15 And not the old ideas gone.

Thou, stranger, that shalt come this way, No fraud upon the dead commit—

2. The queen who visited King Solomon to test his renowned wisdom (1 Kings 10.1–13). 3. Has double meaning as shadow and spirit. 1. The text is from The Poems of Philip Freneau (1902), edited by F. L. Pattee.

2. The Merchant of Venice 5.1. 86–87. Freneau has substituted “black” for “dull.” “Erebus”: in Greek my thol ogy, a place of darkness in the underworld, through which the dead must pass before entering Hades.

Observe the swelling turf, and say They do not lie, but here they sit. 20

Here still a lofty rock remains, On which the curious eye may trace (Now wasted, half, by wearing rains) The fancies of a ruder race.

Here still an agéd elm aspires, 25 Beneath whose far- projecting shade (And which the shepherd still admires) The children of the forest played!

There oft a restless Indian queen (Pale Sheba,2 with her braided hair) 30 And many a barbarous form is seen To chide the man that lingers there.

By midnight moons, o’er moistening dews, In habit for the chase arrayed, The hunter still the deer pursues, 35 The hunter and the deer, a shade!3

And long shall timorous fancy see The painted chief, and pointed spear, And Reason’s self shall bow the knee To shadows and delusions here. 40

1788

To Sir Toby1

A Sugar Planter in the Interior Parts of Jamaica, Near the City of San Jago de la Vega (Spanish Town), 1784

“The motions of his spirit are black as night, And his affections dark as Erebus.”

— Shakespeare2

If there exists a hell— the case is clear— Sir Toby’s slaves enjoy that portion here: Here are no blazing brimstone lakes—’tis true; But kindled rum too often burns as blue; In which some "end, whom nature must detest, 5

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3. “This passage has a reference to the West Indian custom (sanctioned by law) of branding a newly imported slave on the breast, with a red hot iron, as evidence of the purchaser’s prop- erty” [Freneau’s note]. Cudge or Cudjoe was a common name for a slave. 4. Lines 13–16 were added in 1809. 5. A small Negro kingdom near the river Sene- gal [Freneau’s note]. 6. Gallows. 7. Water cup.

8. West African Portuguese colony. 9. Hellish; taken from the river Styx, over which, in Greek my thol ogy, souls of the dead must cross. 1. “See Aeneid, Book 6th.— and Fenelon’s Telema- chus, Book 18” [Freneau’s note]. Aeneas descends to the underworld in the sixth book of the epic of the Roman poet Virgil (70–19 b.c.e.). The French theologian François de Salignac de la Mothe- Fénelon (1651–1715) wrote Télémaque (1699), a didactic romance concerning the son of Ulysses as he searches for his father.

Steeps Toby’s brand, and marks poor Cudjoe’s3 breast. Here whips on whips excite perpetual fears, And mingled howlings vibrate on my ears: Here Nature’s plagues abound, to fret and tease, Snakes, scorpions, despots, lizards, centipedes— 10 No art, no care escapes the busy lash; All have their dues— and all are paid in cash— The eternal driver keeps a steady eye On a black herd, who would his vengeance dy, But chained, imprisoned, on a burning soil, 15 For the mean avarice of a tyrant toil!4 The lengthy cart- whip guards this monster’s reign— And cracks, like pistols, from the "elds of cane. Ye powers! who formed these wretched tribes, relate, What had they done, to merit such a fate! 20 Why were they brought from Eboe’s5 sultry waste, To see that plenty which they must not taste— Food, which they cannot buy, and dare not steal; Yams and potatoes— many a scanty meal!— One, with a gibbet6 wakes his negro’s fears, 25 One to the windmill nails him by the ears; One keeps his slave in darkened dens, unfed, One puts the wretch in pickle ere he’s dead: This, from a tree suspends him by the thumbs, That, from his table grudges even the crumbs! 30 O’er yond’ rough hills a tribe of females go, Each with her gourd,7 her infant, and her hoe; Scorched by a sun that has no mercy here, Driven by a devil, whom men call overseer— In chains, twelve wretches to their labors haste; 35 Twice twelve I saw, with iron collars graced!— Are such the fruits that spring from vast domains? Is wealth, thus got, Sir Toby, worth your pains!— Who would your wealth on terms, like these, possess, Where all we see is pregnant with distress— 40 Angola’s8 natives scourged by ruf"an hands, And toil’s hard product shipped to foreign lands. Talk not of blossoms, and your endless spring; What joy, what smile, can scenes of misery bring?— Though Nature, here, has every blessing spread, 45 Poor is the laborer— and how meanly fed!— Here Stygian9 paintings light and shade renew, Pictures of hell, that Virgil’s1 pencil drew:

2. In Greek my thol ogy, Charon ferries the souls of the dead over the river Styx to Hades. 3. Every slave ship from West Africa. 4. Hellish; in Roman my thol ogy, Pluto was the god of the underworld. 5. The mountains northward of the kingdom [Freneau’s note]. 6. Alluding to the In de pen dent negroes in the blue mountains, who, for a stipulated reward, deliver up every fugitive that falls into their hands, to the En glish Government [Freneau’s

note]. 1. The original title was “To a Republican with Mr. Paine’s Rights of Man.” Thomas Paine (see his headnote, above) read the British statesman Edmund Burke’s “Redections on the French Revolution” (1790), a defense of monarchy and an attack on revolution, when he was living in Eng land. In The Rights of Man (1791–92), Paine argued for the overthrow of monarchy and the right of the people to govern themselves. 2. One pretending to be a physician.

Here, surly Charons2 make their annual trip, And ghosts arrive in every Guinea ship,3 50 To "nd what beasts these western isles afford, Plutonian4 scourges, and despotic lords:— Here, they, of stuff determined to be free, Must climb the rude cliffs of the Liguanee;5 Beyond the clouds, in sculking haste repair, 55 And hardly safe from brother traitors6 there.—

1784 1791, 1809

On Mr. Paine’s Rights of Man1

Thus briedy sketched the sacred rights of man, How inconsistent with the royal plan! Which for itself exclusive honor craves, Where some are masters born, and millions slaves. With what contempt must every eye look down 5 On that base, childish bauble called a crown, The gilded bait, that lures the crowd, to come, Bow down their necks, and meet a slavish doom; The source of half the miseries men endure, The quack2 that kills them, while it seems to cure, 10 Roused by the reason of his manly page, Once more shall Paine a listening world engage: From Reason’s source, a bold reform he brings, In raising up mankind, he pulls down kings, Who, source of discord, patrons of all wrong, 15 On blood and murder have been fed too long: Hid from the world, and tutored to be base, The curse, the scourge, the ruin of our race, Theirs was the task, a dull designing few, To shackle beings that they scarcely knew, 20 Who made this globe the residence of slaves, And built their thrones on systems formed by knaves — Advance, bright years, to work their "nal fall, And haste the period that shall crush them all. Who, that has read and scanned the historic page 25 But glows, at every line, with kindling rage, To see by them the rights of men aspersed, Freedom restrained, and Nature’s law reversed,

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3. The personi"cation of Amer i ca (from Chris- topher Columbus).

1. Pointless. “Sophists”: teachers of philosophy.

Men, ranked with beasts, by monarchs willed away, And bound young fools, or madmen to obey: 30 Now driven to wars, and now oppressed at home, Compelled in crowds o’er distant seas to roam, From India’s climes the plundered prize to bring To glad the strumpet, or to glut the king. Columbia,3 hail! immortal be thy reign: 35 Without a king, we till the smiling plain; Without a king, we trace the unbounded sea, And traf"c round the globe, through each degree; Each foreign clime our honored dag reveres, Which asks no monarch, to support the stars: 40 Without a king, the laws maintain their sway, While honor bids each generous heart obey. Be ours the task the ambitious to restrain, And this great lesson teach— that kings are vain; That warring realms to certain ruin haste, 45 That kings subsist by war, and wars are waste: So shall our nation, formed on Virtue’s plan, Remain the guardian of the Rights of Man, A vast republic, famed through every clime, Without a king, to see the end of time. 50

1795

On the Religion of Nature

The power, that gives with liberal hand The blessings man enjoys, while here, And scatters through a smiling land Abundant products of the year; That power of nature, ever blessed, 5 Bestowed religion with the rest.

Born with ourselves, her early sway Inclines the tender mind to take The path of right, fair virtue’s way Its own felicity to make. 10 This universally extends And leads to no mysterious ends.

Religion, such as nature taught, With all divine perfection suits; Had all mankind this system sought 15 Sophists would cease their vain1 disputes, And from this source would nations know All that can make their heaven below.

This deals not curses on mankind, Or dooms them to perpetual grief, 20 If from its aid no joys they "nd, It damns them not for unbelief; Upon a more exalted plan Creatress nature dealt with man—

Joy to the day, when all agree 25 On such grand systems to proceed, From fraud, design, and error free, And which to truth and goodness lead: Then persecution will retreat And man’s religion be complete. 30

1815

PHILLIS WHEATLEY c. 1753–1784

P hillis Wheatley was either nineteen or twenty years old in September 1773, when her Poems on Vari ous Subjects, Religious and Moral was published in Lon- don. At the time of the volume’s publication, she was the object of considerable public attention because, in addition to being a child prodigy, Wheatley was an enslaved person. Her books included a testimonial from eigh teen prominent citizens— including the governor of Mas sa chu setts and the merchant and statesman John Hancock— who bore witness that “ under the Disadvantage of serving as a Slave in a Family in this Town,” Wheatley “had been examined and thought quali"ed to write them.” While the circumstances and nature of the examination remain unclear, the need for such a testimonial indicates the obstacles that Wheatley faced in pursuing her literary art.

Born in Africa (prob ably in pres ent- day Senegal or Gambia), she was captured by slavers and brought to Boston in 1761. A wealthy tailor, John Wheatley, pur- chased her as a companion for his wife, Susanna, and she was named after the vessel that carried her to Amer i ca. Wheatley was fortunate in her surroundings, for Susanna Wheatley was sympathetic toward this frail and remarkably intelli- gent child. At a time when even few white women were given an education, Wheat- ley was taught to read and write, and before long she began to read Latin writers. She came to know the Bible well, and three En glish poets— John Milton, Alexan- der Pope, and Thomas Gray— strongly induenced her verse. The Wheatleys moved in a circle of enlightened Boston Christians, and Phillis was introduced to a com- munity that was coming to view the keeping of slaves as incompatible with Chris- tian life.

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to Amer i ca, frequently toured New Eng land, and died in Newburyport, Mas sa chu setts, in 1770. In June 1773 she traveled to London in the com pany of the Wheatleys’ son Nathaniel, partly for reasons of health and partly to seek support for her "rst book of poems. Benjamin Franklin and the lord mayor of London were among those who paid their re spects. To her admirers, her literary gifts, intel- ligence, and piety exempli"ed the triumph of the human spirit over circumstance.

Just before her book could be pub- lished, Wheatley was called back to Boston by the news that Susanna Wheatley was dying. Early in the fall of 1773 she was granted manumission. Susanna Wheatley died in 1774. In the year that John Wheatley died, 1778, Wheatley married John Peters, a freed- man, about whom almost nothing is known other than that the Wheatleys did not like him, that he petitioned for

a license to sell liquor in 1784, and that he may have been in debtor’s prison when Phillis Wheatley died, having endured poverty and the loss of two children in her last years. On her deathbed her third child lay ill beside her and succumbed shortly after Wheatley herself. They were buried together in an unmarked grave. Five years earlier, Wheatley had run advertisements for her second volume of poetry, to include thir- teen letters and thirty- three poems. Her hoped- for subscribers did not respond, how- ever, so she never published that volume. Most of the poems and letters are lost.

Wheatley’s poetry was rediscovered in the 1830s by the New Eng land abolition- ists, but she has never been better understood than at the pres ent. Her recent critics have not only corrected a number of biographical errors but, more impor tant, have provided a context in which her work can be more fully interpreted. This reconsid- eration shows Wheatley to be a bold and canny spokesperson for her faith and her politics. She early joined the cause of American in de pen dence and supported the abolition of slavery, anticipating her friend the Reverend Samuel Hopkins’s com- plaint that when African Americans "rst heard the “sons of liberty” cry out for free- dom they were shocked by the indifference to their own “abject slavery and utter wretchedness.” In a public letter to the Presbyterian minister and Mohegan leader Samson Occom, Wheatley stressed that the exercise of slavery cannot be reconciled with a “princi ple” that God has implanted in every human breast, “Love of Free- dom”; and in her poem addressed to the conservative Earl of Dartmouth, she wrote that there could be no justice anywhere if people in authority were deaf to the cries of human sorrow. She promoted the cause of American in de pen dence in her poem celebrating George Washington as well, perhaps with the idea that he might encour- age greater support for the rights of African Americans.

In her prosody Wheatley employed the dominant neoclassical verse form of the heroic couplet, while the themes of her poetry— including spiritual and po liti cal liberty, the sublime won ders of nature, and the qualities of vision and imagination— are more in keeping with the emerging Romantic tradition. A number of scholars have suggested that Wheatley’s poetry includes allusions to her African childhood,

Phillis Wheatley. This engraving—by Scipio Moorhead (see “To S. M.,” on p. 795)— was the frontispiece to Wheatley’s book.

1. Black. 2. Cain slew his brother Abel and was “marked” by God for doing so. This mark has sometimes been taken to be the origin of dark- skinned peoples (Genesis 4.1–15). 1. William Legge, second Earl of Dartmouth

(1731–1801), was appointed secretary in charge of the American colonies in August 1772. He was sympathetic to the Methodist movement in Eng land but not to the American Revolution. 2. Freedom. 3. Faction.

some overt, others more subtle. Her work is enriched by the tension between tradi- tional form and transformational ideas.

The following texts are from The Poems of Phillis Wheatley (1966, rev. 1989), edited by Julian D. Mason. Wheatley’s spelling and punctuation have been retained.

On Being Brought from Africa to Amer i ca

’Twas mercy brought me from my pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there’s a God, that there’s a Savior too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew. Some view our sable1 race with scornful eye, 5 “Their color is a diabolic dye.” Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,2 May be re"ned, and join the angelic train.

1773

To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth,1 His Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State for

North Amer i ca, &c.

Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, Fair Freedom rose New Eng land to adorn: The northern clime beneath her genial ray, Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway: Elate with hope her race no longer mourns, 5 Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns, While in thine hand with plea sure we behold The silken reins, and Freedom’s charms unfold. Long lost to realms beneath the northern skies She shines supreme, while hated faction dies: 10 Soon as appeared the Goddess2 long desired, Sick at the view, she3 languished and expired; Thus from the splendors of the morning light The owl in sadness seeks the caves of night.

No more, Amer i ca, in mournful strain 15 Of wrongs, and grievance unredressed complain, No longer shalt thou dread the iron chain, Which wanton Tyranny with lawless hand Had made, and with it meant t’ enslave the land.

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4. I.e., since it is in thy power. 5. Heaven’s shining temple. 6. The heavens. “Coursers”: spirited horses. 7. In 2 Kings 11, a chariot of "re with "ery horses appears, and the prophet Elijah is taken up to heaven by a whirlwind. 1. Harvard.

2. “And Moses stretched forth his hand toward heaven; and there was a thick darkness in all the land of Egypt three days” (Exodus 10.22). “Errors”: i.e., theological errors, because Africa was uncon- verted. 3. I.e., knowledge.

Should you, my lord, while you peruse my song, 20 Won der from whence my love of Freedom sprung, Whence dow these wishes for the common good, By feeling hearts alone best understood, I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate Was snatch’d from Afric’s fancied happy seat: 25 What pangs excruciating must molest, What sorrows labor in my parent’s breast? Steeled was that soul and by no misery moved That from a father seized his babe beloved: Such, such my case. And can I then but pray 30 Others may never feel tyrannic sway?

For favors past, great Sir, our thanks are due, And thee we ask thy favors to renew, Since in thy power,4 as in thy will before, To sooth the griefs, which thou did’st once deplore. 35 May heavenly grace the sacred sanction give To all thy works, and thou forever live Not only on the wings of deeting Fame, Though praise immortal crowns the patriot’s name, But to conduct to heavens refulgent fane,5 40 May "ery coursers sweep th’ ethereal plain,6 And bear thee upwards to that blest abode, Where, like the prophet,7 thou shalt "nd thy God.

1773

To the University of Cambridge,1 in New Eng land

While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, The muses promise to assist my pen; ’Twas not long since I left my native shore The land of errors, and Egyptian gloom:2 Father of mercy, ’twas Thy gracious hand 5 Brought me in safety from those dark abodes.

Students, to you ’tis given to scan the heights Above, to traverse the ethereal space, And mark the systems of revolving worlds. Still more, ye sons of science3 ye receive 10 The blissful news by messengers from Heaven, How Jesus’ blood for your redemption dows.

4. Take advantage of. 5. Ethiopian. In Wheatley’s time, “Ethiopian” was a conventional name for the black peoples of Africa.

1. White"eld, born in 1714, was the best- known revivalist in the eigh teenth century. 2. I.e., thy customary listeners. 3. Here, the heavenly city of God.

See Him with hands out- stretched upon the cross; Im mense compassion in his bosom glows; He hears revilers, nor resents their scorn: 15 What matchless mercy in the Son of God! When the whole human race by sin had fallen, He deigned to die that they might rise again, And share with Him in the sublimest skies, Life without death, and glory without end. 20

Improve4 your privileges while they stay, Ye pupils, and each hour redeem, that bears Or good or bad report of you to Heaven. Let sin, that baneful evil to the soul, By you be shunned, nor once remit your guard; 25 Suppress the deadly serpent in its egg. Ye blooming plants of human race divine, An Ethiop5 tells you ’tis your greatest foe; Its transient sweetness turns to endless pain, And in im mense perdition sinks the soul. 30

1767 1773

On the Death of the Rev. Mr. George White"eld, 17701

Hail, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, Possessed of glory, life, and bliss unknown; We hear no more the music of thy tongue, Thy wonted auditories2 cease to throng. Thy sermons in unequalled accents dow’d, 5 And every bosom with devotion glowed; Thou didst in strains of eloquence re"ned Indame the heart, and captivate the mind. Unhappy we the setting sun deplore, So glorious once, but ah! it shines no more. 10

Behold the prophet in his towering dight! He leaves the earth for heav’n’s unmea sured height, And worlds unknown receive him from our sight. There White"eld wings with rapid course his way, And sails to Zion3 through vast seas of day. 15 Thy prayers, great saint, and thine incessant cries Have pierced the bosom of thy native skies. Thou moon hast seen, and all the stars of light, How he has wrestled with his God by night. He prayed that grace in every heart might dwell, 20 He longed to see Amer i ca excel;

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4. Exhorted. 5. Selina Shirley Hastings (c. 1707–1791), Count- ess of Huntingdon, head of a small society of evangelical churches, was a strong supporter of

George White"eld. Wheatley visited her in Eng land in 1773. 1. Angelic.

He charged4 its youth that every grace divine Should with full luster in their conduct shine; That Savior, which his soul did "rst receive, The greatest gift that even a God can give, 25 He freely offered to the numerous throng, That on his lips with listening plea sure hung.

“Take Him, ye wretched, for your only good, Take Him ye starving sinners, for your food; Ye thirsty, come to this life- giving stream, 30 Ye preachers, take Him for your joyful theme; Take Him my dear Americans, he said, Be your complaints on His kind bosom laid: Take Him, ye Africans, He longs for you, Impartial Savior is His title due: 35 Washed in the fountain of redeeming blood, You shall be sons, and kings, and priests to God.”

Great Countess,5 we Americans revere Thy name, and mingle in thy grief sincere; New Eng land deeply feels, the orphans mourn, 40 Their more than father will no more return.

But, though arrested by the hand of death, White"eld no more exerts his laboring breath, Yet let us view him in the eternal skies, Let every heart to this bright vision rise; 45 While the tomb safe retains its sacred trust, Till life divine re- animates his dust.

1770 1770, 1773

Thoughts on the Works of Providence

Arise, my soul, on wings enraptured, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, Whose goodness and bene"cence appear As round its center moves the rolling year, Or when the morning glows with rosy charms, 5 Or the sun slumbers in the ocean’s arms: Of light divine be a rich portion lent To guide my soul, and favor my intend. Celestial muse, my arduous dight sustain And raise my mind to a seraphic1 strain! 10

2. The sun. 3. Apollo, the Greek sun god. 4. Dried up. 5. From the eastern ocean.

6.  I.e., God created every thing (including the “smiling morn”). 7. Daily. 8. Black.

Adored for ever be the God unseen, Which round the sun revolves this vast machine, Though to His eye its mass a point appears: Adored the God that whirls surrounding spheres, Which "rst ordained that mighty Sol2 should reign 15 The peerless monarch of the ethereal train: Of miles twice forty millions is His height, And yet His radiance dazzles mortal sight So far beneath— from Him the extended earth Vigor derives, and every dowery birth: 20 Vast through her orb she moves with easy grace Around her Phoebus3 in unbounded space; True to her course the impetuous storm derides, Triumphant o’er the winds, and surging tides.

Almighty, in these wond’rous works of Thine, 25 What Power, what Wisdom, and what Goodness shine! And are Thy won ders, Lord, by men explored, And yet creating glory unadored!

Creation smiles in vari ous beauty gay, While day to night, and night succeeds to day: 30 That Wisdom, which attends Jehovah’s ways, Shines most con spic u ous in the solar rays: Without them, destitute of heat and light, This world would be the reign of endless night: In their excess how would our race complain, 35 Abhorring life! how hate its lengthened chain! From air adust4 what numerous ills would rise? What dire contagion taint the burning skies? What pestilential vapors, fraught with death, Would rise, and overspread the lands beneath? 40

Hail, smiling morn, that from the orient main5 Ascending dost adorn the heav’nly plain! So rich, so vari ous are thy beauteous dyes, That spread through all the cir cuit of the skies, That, full of thee, my soul in rapture soars, 45 And thy great God, the cause of all adores.6

O’er beings in"nite His love extends, His Wisdom rules them, and His Pow’r defends. When tasks diurnal7 tire the human frame, The spirits faint, and dim the vital dame, 50 Then too that ever active bounty shines, Which not in"nity of space con"nes. The sable8 veil, that Night in silence draws,

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9. Beautiful. 1. Depths. “And God said, Let there be light: and there was light” (Genesis 1.3).

2. Omni"cent: unlimited in creative power. 3. The imagination in its image- making aspect. 4. Woman.

Conceals effects, but shows the Almighty Cause, Night seals in sleep the wide creation fair,9 55 And all is peaceful but the brow of care. Again, gay Phoebus, as the day before, Wakes every eye, but what shall wake no more; Again the face of nature is renewed, Which still appears harmonious, fair, and good. 60 May grateful strains salute the smiling morn, Before its beams the eastern hills adorn!

Shall day to day, and night to night conspire To show the goodness of the Almighty Sire? This mental voice shall man regardless hear, 65 And never, never raise the "lial prayer? Today, O hearken, nor your folly mourn For time mispent, that never will return.

But see the sons of vegetation rise, And spread their leafy banners to the skies. 70 All- wise Almighty providence we trace In trees, and plants, and all the dowery race; As clear as in the nobler frame of man, All lovely copies of the Maker’s plan. The power the same that forms a ray of light, 75 That called creation from eternal night. “Let there be light,” He said. From his profound1 Old Chaos heard, and trembled at the sound: Swift as the word, inspired by power divine, Behold the light around its Maker shine, 80 The "rst fair product of the omni"c2 God, And now through all his works diffused abroad.

As reason’s powers by day our God disclose, So we may trace Him in the night’s repose: Say what is sleep? and dreams how passing strange! 85 When action ceases, and ideas range Licentious and unbounded o’er the plains, Where Fancy’s3 queen in giddy triumph reigns. Hear in soft strains the dreaming lover sigh To a kind fair,4 or rave in jealousy; 90 On plea sure now, and now on vengeance bent, The lab ’ring passions strug gle for a vent. What power, O man! thy reason then restores, So long suspended in nocturnal hours? What secret hand returns the mental train, 95 And gives improv’d thine active powers again? From thee, O man, what gratitude should rise! And, when from balmy sleep thou op’st thine eyes,

1. Scipio Moorhead, a servant to the Reverend John Moorhead of Boston.

Let thy "rst thoughts be praises to the skies. How merciful our God who thus imparts 100 O’erdowing tides of joy to human hearts, When wants and woes might be our righ teous lot, Our God forgetting, by our God forgot!

Among the mental powers a question rose, “What most the image of the Eternal shows?” 105 When thus to Reason (so let Fancy rove) Her great companion spoke, immortal Love.

“Say, mighty power, how long shall strife prevail, And with its murmurs load the whispering gale? Refer the cause to Recollection’s shrine, 110 Who loud proclaims my origin divine, The cause whence heaven and earth began to be, And is not man immortalized by me? Reason let this most causeless strife subside.” Thus Love pronounced, and Reason thus replied. 115

“Thy birth, celestial queen! ’tis mine to own, In thee resplendent is the Godhead shown; Thy words persuade, my soul enraptured feels Resistless beauty which thy smile reveals.” Ardent she spoke, and, kindling at her charms, 120 She clasped the blooming goddess in her arms.

In"nite Love where’er we turn our eyes Appears: this every creature’s wants supplies; This most is heard in Nature’s constant voice, This makes the morn, and this the eve rejoice; 125 This bids the fostering rains and dews descend To nourish all, to serve one gen’ral end, The good of man: yet man ungrateful pays But little homage, and but little praise. To him, whose works arrayed with mercy shine, 130 What songs should rise, how constant, how divine!

1773

To S. M.,1 a Young African Painter, on Seeing His Works

To show the laboring bosom’s deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When "rst thy pencil did those beauties give, And breathing "gures learnt from thee to live, How did those prospects give my soul delight, 5 A new creation rushing on my sight? Still, wondrous youth! each noble path pursue,

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2. Angelic. 3. Heaven, like Jerusalem in antiquity, is thought to have had twelve gates (as many gates as tribes of Israel). 4. Heavenly Jerusalem. 5. In classical my thol ogy, Damon pledged his life for his friend Pythias.

6. The Roman goddess of the dawn. 1. This poem was "rst published in the Pennsyl- vania Magazine when Thomas Paine (see his headnote, earlier in this volume) was editor. After reading it, Washington invited Wheatley to meet him in Cambridge, Mas sa chu setts, in Feb- ruary 1776.

On deathless glories "x thine ardent view: Still may the paint er’s and the poet’s "re To aid thy pencil, and thy verse conspire! 10 And may the charms of each seraphic2 theme Conduct thy footsteps to immortal fame! High to the blissful won ders of the skies Elate thy soul, and raise thy wishful eyes. Thrice happy, when exalted to survey 15 That splendid city, crown’d with endless day, Whose twice six gates3 on radiant hinges ring: Celestial Salem4 blooms in endless spring.

Calm and serene thy moments glide along, And may the muse inspire each future song! 20 Still, with the sweets of contemplation blest, May peace with balmy wings your soul invest! But when these shades of time are chased away, And darkness ends in everlasting day, On what seraphic pinions shall we move, 25 And view the landscapes in the realms above? There shall thy tongue in heavenly murmurs dow, And there my muse with heavenly transport glow: No more to tell of Damon’s5 tender sighs, Or rising radiance of Aurora’s6 eyes, 30 For nobler themes demand a nobler strain, And purer language on the ethereal plain. Cease, gentle muse! the solemn gloom of night Now seals the fair creation from my sight.

1773

To His Excellency General Washington1

Sir. I have taken the freedom to address your Excellency in the enclosed poem, and entreat your ac cep tance, though I am not insensible of its inac- curacies. Your being appointed by the Grand Continental Congress to be Generalissimo of the armies of North Amer i ca, together with the fame of your virtues, excite sensations not easy to suppress. Your generosity, there- fore, I presume, will pardon the attempt. Wishing your Excellency all pos si- ble success in the great cause you are so generously engaged in. I am,

Your Excellency’s most obedient humble servant, Phillis Wheatley

2. When the British occupied Boston in sum- mer 1775, Wheatley and her former master’s family moved to Providence, Rhode Island, for safety. 3. This reference to Amer i ca as “the land Colum- bus found” is believed to be the "rst in print.

4. Classical emblems of victory. 5. Mythological ruler of the winds. 6. Flag or banner. 7. The French and Indian War (1754–63), between France and Eng land, ended the French colonial empire in North Amer i ca.

Providence, Oct. 26, 1775.2 His Excellency Gen. Washington.

Celestial choir! enthroned in realms of light, Columbia’s3 scenes of glorious toils I write. While freedom’s cause her anxious breast alarms, She dashes dreadful in refulgent arms. See mother earth her offspring’s fate bemoan, 5 And nations gaze at scenes before unknown! See the bright beams of heaven’s revolving light Involved in sorrows and the veil of night! The goddess comes, she moves divinely fair, Olive and laurel4 binds her golden hair: 10 Wherever shines this native of the skies, Unnumbered charms and recent graces rise. Muse! bow propitious while my pen relates How pour her armies through a thousand gates, As when Eolus5 heaven’s fair face deforms, 15 Enwrapped in tempest and a night of storms; Astonished ocean feels the wild uproar, The reduent surges beat the sounding shore; Or thick as leaves in Autumn’s golden reign, Such, and so many, moves the warrior’s train. 20 In bright array they seek the work of war, Where high unfurled the ensign6 waves in air. Shall I to Washington their praise recite? Enough thou know’st them in the "elds of "ght. Thee, "rst in place and honors—we demand 25 The grace and glory of thy martial band. Famed for thy valor, for thy virtues more, Hear every tongue thy guardian aid implore! One century scarce performed its destined round, When Gallic powers Columbia’s fury found;7 30 And so may you, whoever dares disgrace The land of freedom’s heaven- defended race! Fixed are the eyes of nations on the scales, For in their hopes Columbia’s arm prevails. Anon Britannia droops the pensive head, 35 While round increase the rising hills of dead. Ah! cruel blindness to Columbia’s state! Lament thy thirst of boundless power too late. Proceed, great chief, with virtue on thy side, Thy every action let the goddess guide. 40 A crown, a mansion, and a throne that shine, With gold unfading, WASHINGTON! be thine.

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1. A London merchant (1720–1790) who was a devout Anglican and lived outside London at Clapham, where a small group of Christians were committed to helping the poor and abolish- ing slavery. He was a friend of John and Susanna Wheatley and sent them money to be used for work among the American Indians. 2. Favor, i.e., letter.

3. Disease of the lungs. 4. I.e., humble servant. 1. See his headnote, earlier in this volume. Wheatley "rst corresponded with Occom in 1765. He later suggested to Wheatley that she go to Africa as a missionary, but she rejected the idea. This extract was published in several New Eng land newspapers.

Letters

To John Thornton,1 London

[the bible my chief study]

[Boston, April 21, 1772] Hon’d, Sir I rec’d your instructive favr2 of Feb. 29, for which, return you ten thousand thanks, I did not datter myself with the tho’ts of your honouring me with an Answer to my letter, I thank you for recommending the Bible to be my chief Study, I "nd and Acknowledge it the best of Books, it contains an endless trea- sure of wisdom, and knowledge. O that my eyes were more open’d to see the real worth, and true excellence of the word of truth, my dinty heart Soften’d with the grateful dews of divine grace and the Stubborn will, and affections, bent on God alone their proper object, and the vitiated palate may be cor- rected to relish heav’nly things. It has pleas’d God to lay me on a bed of Sick- ness, and I knew not but my deathbed, but he has been graciously pleas’d to restore me in a great mea sure. I beg your prayers, that I may be made thankful for his paternal corrections, and that I may make a proper use of them to the glory of his grace. I am Still very weak & the Physicians, seem to think there is danger of a consumpsion.3 And O that when my desh and my heart fail me God would be my strength and portion for ever, that I might put my whole trust and Con"dence in him, who has promis’d never to forsake those who Seek him with the whole heart. You could not, I am sure have express greater tenderness and affection for me, than by being a welwisher to my Soul, the friends of Souls bear Some resemblance to the father of Spirits and are made partakers of his divine Nature. I am affraid I have entruded on your patient, but if I had not tho’t it ungrateful to omit writing in answer to your favour Should not have troubl’d you, but I can’t expect you to answer this,

I am Sir with greatest res pect, your very hum. sert.4

Phillis Wheatley

1989

To Rev. Samson Occom,1 New London, Connecticut

[the natu ral rights of negroes]

[February 11, 1774] Rev’d and honor’d Sir, I have this Day received your obliging kind Epistle, and am greatly satis"ed with your Reasons respecting the Negroes, and think highly reasonable what you offer in Vindication of their natu ral Rights: Those that invade them

cannot be insensible that the divine Light is chasing away the thick Dark- ness2 which broods over the Land of Africa; and the Chaos which has reign’d so long, is converting into beautiful Order, and [r]eveals more and more clearly, the glorious Dispensation of civil and religious Liberty, which are so inseparably united, that there is little or no Enjoyment of one without the other: Other wise, perhaps, the Israelites had been less solicitous for their Freedom from Egyptian slavery; I do not say they would have been contented without it, by no means, for in every human Breast, God has implanted a Princi ple, which we call Love of Freedom; it is impatient of Oppression, and pants for Deliverance; and by the Leave of our modern Egyptians I will assert, that the same Princi ple lives in us. God grant Deliverance in his own Way and Time, and get him honour upon all those whose Avarice impels them to countenance and help forward the Calamities of their fellow Crea- tures. This I desire not for their Hurt, but to convince them of the strange Absurdity of their Conduct whose Words and Actions are so diametrically opposite. How well the Cry for Liberty, and the reverse Disposition for the exercise of oppressive Power over others agree,— I humbly think it does not require the Penetration of a phi los o pher to determine.

1774, 1989

2. “And Moses stretched forth his hand toward heaven; and there was a thick darkness in all the land of Egypt three days” (Exodus 10.22).

ROYALL TYLER 1757–1826

B ritish North Amer i ca did not produce the rich theatrical culture that thrived elsewhere in the Atlantic world. Few places had a dense enough population of En glish speakers to support a theater, and both Puritans and Quakers disapproved in princi ple of “the dev il’s drawing- room,” as the Yankee yokel Jonathan terms it in Royall Tyler’s play The Contrast. Nevertheless, British acting companies occasion- ally toured the major cities, amateur theatricals were staged in southern colonies, and college students performed dramatic readings. These activities diminished during the Revolution, when the Continental Congress banned the theater, but even then George Washington allowed a production of the En glish writer Joseph Addison’s Cato (1712)— a historical tragedy that juxtaposes individual liberty and government tyranny—to be staged at Valley Forge, the Continental Army’s military camp in winter 1777–78. After the Revolution, the proj ect of nurturing a national drama would become part of the search for a cultural identity. Bans against theater were lifted, older acting companies returned, and others were formed to occupy the new play houses, which mainly offered British plays, or translations of German and French dramas. Tyler was one of the few new playwrights to emerge. Tyler’s "rst play, The Contrast, became an immediate hit when it opened at the Johns Street Theater in New York in April 1787, just weeks before the Constitutional Convention

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convened. The play was staged in other cities including Philadelphia, where the Convention met, and it appeared in a printed version there in 1790.

Born William Clark Tyler into a wealthy Boston family, the author was an accom- plished young man with a dair for letters, who earned degrees si mul ta neously at Harvard College and Yale College in 1776, then enlisted in the Continental Army and fought under the future statesman John Hancock. He was admitted to the bar in 1780 and began practicing law in New Eng land. In early adulthood Tyler acquired a reputation as a prodigate and a rake. For several years he courted Abigail “Nabby” Adams, John and Abigail’s daughter, who ultimately broke off the relationship and, in 1786, married another man. Tyler was crushed. He eventually married, but rumors of extramarital relationships and children born out of wedlock shad- owed him.

Tyler was a member of the militia that put down Shays’s Rebellion (1786–87), an agrarian movement to resist debt collection, centered in western Mas sa chu setts and led by the Continental Army captain Daniel Shays. Shays’s Rebellion and similar movements elsewhere helped catalyze the writing of the United States Constitution. Tyler, who was in New York in 1787 to solicit aid in suppressing the rebellion, men- tions it twice in The Contrast. By 1790 he had moved to Vermont and established himself as a lawyer, and in his later years, he was both chief justice of the Supreme Court of Vermont and professor of law at the University of Vermont.

Although Tyler was an amateur who wrote The Contrast in a mere three weeks, the play reads like a polished professional creation. In part this level of "nish can be attributed to its basis in the Irish playwright Richard Brinsley Sheridan’s famous comedy The School for Scandal (1777), which Tyler saw in New York the month before he wrote The Contrast. From Sheridan’s play Tyler took the essen- tial story line, which contrasts mean, shallow, but fash ion able elites with a world of honest and wholesome sentiment: the latter, of course, triumphs. Tyler repays his debt to Sheridan handsomely in the scene where Jonathan thinks he has wit- nessed real life in a private home but has actually been watching The School for Scandal.

Tyler deliberately Americanized Sheridan’s plot to create The Contrast, and the play offers a win dow into what one version of American identity might come to mean. His fash ion able New Yorkers ape British modes— most especially the deceit- ful villain, a young man who runs his life according to the dictates of the En glish statesman Lord Chester"eld, who in his posthumously published Letters (1774) offered advice about social maneuvering that struck many readers as deeply cyni- cal. By contrast the hero, Captain Manly, is a model of thoughtful rectitude; a veteran of the Revolution, he embodies the idea— later represented by George Washington— that these of"cer veterans were Amer i ca’s best hope. Manly’s ser- vant Jonathan is one of the "rst examples of an enduring dramatic type: the comic Yankee. Jonathan is the butt of fun because of his ignorance of city ways, but he is also a shrewd voice of common sense. Manly and Jonathan embody an American virtue capable of resisting the temptations of British luxury represented by other characters.

Tyler continued to write for the rest of his life, in a variety of genres: other plays, satirical essays, verses, and The Algerine Captive (1797), a picaresque novel about slavery in the Atlantic world, and one of the "rst works by an American to be pub- lished in both the U.S. and Eng land. Whereas The Algerine Captive obliquely tack- les the presence of slavery in a nation ostensibly devoted to freedom, The Contrast stands out for its good humor and brash, sunny nationalism. It shows an American self- image forming even as the nation’s po liti cal institutions were being refashioned.

1. The text is from the "rst edition (1790), pub- lished in Philadelphia by the actor and theater man ag er Thomas Wignell (1753–1803). Born in  Eng land, Wignell moved to New York in the 1780s and originated the role of Jonathan in The Contrast. He became a prominent comic actor and George Washington’s favorite comedian, and

he later ran one of the new country’s most successful theaters, the Chestnut Street Theater, in Philadelphia. 2. Coach. 3. Greek goddesses who personi"ed charm and beauty.

The Contrast1

Prologue

[Written by a young gentleman of New York, and Spoken by mr. wignell]

Exult each patriot heart!— this night is shewn A piece, which we may fairly call our own; Where the proud titles of “My Lord! Your Grace!” To humble Mr. and plain Sir give place. Our Author pictures not from foreign climes The fashions, or the follies of the times; But has con"n’d the subject of his work To the gay scenes— the circles of New York. On native themes his Muse displays her pow’rs; If ours the faults, the virtues too are ours. Why should our thoughts to distant countries roam, When each re"nement may be found at home? Who travels now to ape the rich or great, To deck an equipage2 and roll in state; To court the graces,3 or to dance with ease, Or by hy poc risy to strive to please? Our free- born ancestors such arts despis’d; Genuine sincerity alone they priz’d; Their minds, with honest emulation "r’d. To solid good— not ornament— aspir’d; Or, if ambition rous’d a bolder dame, Stern virtue throve, where indolence was shame.

But modern youths, with imitative sense, Deem taste in dress the proof of excellence; And spurn the meanness of your homespun arts, Since homespun habits would obscure their parts; Whilst all, which aims at splendor and parade, Must come from Eu rope, and be ready made. Strange! we should thus our native worth disclaim, And check the pro gress of our rising fame. Yet one, whilst imitation bears the sway, Aspires to nobler heights, and points the way, Be rous’d, my friends! his bold example view; Let your own Bards be proud to copy you! Should rigid critics reprobate our play, At least the patriotic heart will say, “Glorious our fall, since in a noble cause. “The bold attempt alone demands applause.”

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4. A type of hoopskirt; hoopskirts became fash- ion able about 1700. The “pocket hoop,” con"ned to the hips, was smaller than the bell hoop (men- tioned below). 5. Area at the southern tip of Manhattan (named for the seventeenth- century military forti"cation there). “Well- dressed beaux”: i.e., dandies. “The Mall”: fash ion able promenade north of the Battery.

6. Affected version of “Damn me.” 7. Dressing table, vanity. “Friseur”: hairdresser. 8. I.e., soufdé, a puffy dish made with eggs and sauce. “Buffon”: a pun on Georges- Louis Leclerc, Comte de Buffon (1707–1788), French natural- ist, and “bouffant,” puffed out, as in a hairdo. 9. The Spectator (1711–12), a popu lar periodical that consisted of essays on morals, manners, and lit er a ture.

Still may the wisdom of the Comic Muse Exalt your merits, or your faults accuse. But think not, ’tis her aim to be severe;— We all are mortals, and as mortals err. If candor pleases, we are truly blest; Vice trembles, when compell’d to stand confess’d. Let not light Censure on your faults offend, Which aims not to expose them, but amend. Thus does our Author to your candor trust; Conscious, the free are generous, as just.

Act First

scene 1 An apartment at charlotte’s.

[charlotte and letitia discovered.]

letitia And so, Charlotte, you really think the pocket- hoop4 unbecoming. charlotte No, I don’t say so: It may be very becoming to saunter round

the house of a rainy day; to visit my grand- mamma, or go to Quakers’ meeting: but to swim in a minuet, with the eyes of "fty well- dressed beaux upon me, to trip it in the Mall, or walk on the battery,5 give me the luxurious, jaunty, dowing, bell- hoop. It would have delighted you to have seen me the last eve ning, my charming girl! I was dangling o’er the bat- tery with Billy Dimple; a knot of young fellows were upon the platform; as I passed them I faultered with one of the most bewitching false steps you ever saw, and then recovered myself with such a pretty confusion, dirting my hoop to discover a jet black shoe and brilliant buckle. Gad! how my little heart thrilled to hear the confused reptures of— “Demme,6 Jack, what a delicate foot!” “Ha! General, what a well- turn’d—”

letitia Fie! "e! Charlotte [stopping her mouth], I protest you are quite a libertine.

charlotte Why, my dear little prude, are we not all such libertines? Do you think, when I sat tortured two hours under the hands of my friseur, and an hour more at my toilet,7 that I had any thoughts of my aunt Susan, or my cousin Betsey? though they are both allowed to be critical judges of dress.

letitia Why, who should we dress to please, but those who are judges of its merits?

charlotte Why a creature who does not know Buffon from Sou"ee8— Man!—my Letitia— Man! for whom we dress, walk, dance, talk, lisp, languish, and smile. Does not the grave Spectator9 assure us, that even

1. A glossy silk. 2. I.e., a bit conceited. 3. I.e., get a bit of old- fashioned country style

or manners. 4. I.e., own (prob ably from a popu lar song).

our much bepraised dif"dence, modesty, and blushes, are all directed to make ourselves good wives and mothers as fast as we can. Why, I’ll under- take with one dirt of this hoop to bring more beaux to my feet in one week, than the grave Maria, and her sentimental circle, can do, by sighing senti- ment till their hairs are grey.

letitia Well, I won’t argue with you; you always out talk me; let us change the subject. I hear that Mr. Dimple and Maria are soon to be married.

charlotte You hear true. I was consulted in the choice of the wedding clothes. She is to be married in a delicate white satin, and has a mon- strous pretty brocaded lutestring1 for the second day. It would have done you good to have seen with what an affected indifference the dear senti- mentalist turned over a thousand pretty things, just as if her heart did not palpitate with her approaching happiness, and at last made her choice, and arranged her dress with such apathy, as if she did not know that plain white satin, and a simple blond lace, would shew her clear skin, and dark hair, to the greatest advantage.

letitia But they say her indifference to dress, and even to the gentle- man himself, is not entirely affected.

charlotte How? letitia It is whispered, that if Maria gives her hand to Mr. Dimple, it

will be without her heart. charlotte Though the giving the heart is one of the last of all laugh-

able considerations in the marriage of a girl of spirit, yet I should like to hear what antiquated notions the dear little piece of old fashioned prud- ery has got in her head.

letitia Why you know that old Mr.  John- Richard- Robert- Jacob- Isaac- Abraham- Cornelius Van Dumpling, Billy Dimple’s father (for he has thought "t to soften his name, as well as manners, during his En glish tour) was the most intimate friend of Maria’s father. The old folks, about a year before Mr. Van Dumpling’s death, proposed this match: the young folks were accordingly introduced, and told they must love one another. Billy was then a good natured, decent, dressing young fellow, with a little dash of the coxcomb,2 such as our young fellows of fortune usually have. At this time, I really believe she thought she loved him; and had they then been married, I doubt not, they might have jogged on, to the end of the chapter, a good kind of a sing- song lack- a- daysaical life, as other honest married folks do.

charlotte Why did they not then marry? letitia Upon the death of his father, Billy went to Eng land to see the

world, and rub off a little of the patroon rust.3 During his absence, Maria like a good girl, to keep herself constant to her nown4 true- love, avoided com pany, and betook herself, for her amusement, to her books, and her dear Billy’s letters. But, alas! how many ways has the mischievous demon of inconstancy of stealing into a woman’s heart! Her love was destroyed by the very means she took to support it.

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5. References to sentimental En glish lit er a ture of the period, when reading novels was consid- ered a woman’s occupation. Sir Charles Grandi- son and Cla ris sa (i.e., Harlowe) are novels by Samuel Richardson (1689–1761). A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy is a novel by Laurence Sterne (1713–1768). William Shen- stone (1714–1763) was a popu lar poet. 6. Private apartment or room.

7. The handsome, dashing villain in Cla ris sa. 8. Letters written to his illegitimate son by the En glish statesman Philip Stanhope, fourth Earl of Chester"eld (1694–1773), on deportment and manners in polite society, published in 1774. They were described by the En glish writer Samuel Johnson (1709–1784) as teaching “the morals of a whore and the manners of a dancing master.”

charlotte How?— Oh! I have it— some likely young beau found the way to her study.

letitia Be patient, Charlotte— your head so runs upon beaux.— Why she read Sir Charles Grandison, Cla ris sa Harlow, Shenstone, and the Senti- mental Journey,5 and between whiles, as I said, Billy’s letters. But as her taste improved, her love declined. The contrast was so striking betwixt the good sense of her books, and the dimsiness of her love- letters, that she discovered she had unthinkingly engaged her hand without her heart; and then the whole transaction managed by the old folks, now appeared so unsentimental, and looked so like bargaining for a bale of goods, that she found she ought to have rejected, according to every rule of romance, even the man of her choice, if imposed upon her in that manner— Clary Harlow would have scorned such a match.

charlotte Well, how was it on Mr.  Dimple’s return? Did he meet a more favorable reception than his letters?

letitia Much the same. She spoke of him with res pect abroad, and with contempt in her closet.6 She watched his conduct and conversation, and found that he had by traveling acquired the wickedness of Lovelace7 without his wit, and the politeness of Sir Charles Grandison without his generosity. The ruddy youth who washed his face at the cistern every morning, and swore and looked eternal love and constancy, was now metamorphosed into a dippant, palid, polite beau, who devotes the morn- ing to his toilet, reads a few pages of Chester"eld’s letters,8 and then minces out, to put the infamous princi ples in practice upon every woman he meets.

charlotte But, if she is so apt at conjuring up these sentimental bug- bears, why does she not discard him at once?

letitia Why, she thinks her word too sacred to be trided with. Besides, her father, who has a great res pect for the memory of his deceased friend, is ever telling her how he shall renew his years in their union, and repeating the dying injunctions of old Van Dumpling.

charlotte A mighty pretty story! And so you would make me believe, that the sensible Maria would give up Dumpling manor, and the all- accomplished Dimple as a husband, for the absurd, ridicu lous reason, forsooth, because she despises and abhors him. Just as if a lady could not be privileged to spend a man’s fortune, ride in his carriage, be called after his name, and call him her nown dear lovee when she wants money, with- out loving and respecting the great he- creature. Oh! my dear girl, you are a monstrous prude.

letitia I don’t say what I would do; I only intimate how I suppose she wishes to act.

charlotte No, no, no! A "g for sentiment. If she breaks, or wishes to break, with Mr. Dimple, depend upon it, she has some other man in her

9. I.e., news. 1. Dissolute person.

2. The whimpering child.

eye. A woman rarely discards one lover, until she is sure of another.— Letitia little thinks what a clue I have to Dimple’s conduct. The generous man submits to render himself disgusting to Maria, in order that she may leave him at liberty to address me. I must change the subject [Aside, and rings a bell.]

[Enter servant.] Frank, order the horses to.— Talking of marriage— did you hear that Sally Bloomsbury is going to be married next week to Mr. Indigo, the rich Caro- linian?

letitia Sally Bloomsbury married!— Why, she is not yet in her teens. charlotte I do not know how that is, but, you may depend upon it, ’tis

a done affair. I have it from the best authority. There is my aunt Wyer- ley’s Hannah (you know Hannah— though a black, she is a wench that was never caught in a lie in her life); now Hannah has a brother who courts Sarah, Mrs.  Catgut the milliner’s girl, and she told Hannah’s brother, and Hannah, who, as I said before, is a girl of undoubted verac- ity, told it directly to me, that Mrs. Catgut was making a new cap for Miss Bloomsbury, which, as it was very dressy, it is very probable is designed for a wedding cap: now, as she is to be married, who can it be to, but to Mr. Indigo? Why, there is no other gentleman that visits at her papa’s.

letitia Say not a word more, Charlotte. Your intelligence9 is so direct and well grounded, it is almost a pity that it is not a piece of scandal.

charlotte Oh! I am the pink of prudence. Though I cannot charge myself with ever having discredited a tea- party by my silence, yet I take care never to report any thing of my acquaintance, especially if it is to their credit,— discredit, I mean— until I have searched to the bottom of it. It is true, there is in"nite plea sure in this charitable pursuit. Oh! how delicious to go and condole with the friends of some backsliding sister, or to retire with some old dowager or maiden aunt of the family, who love scandal so well, that they cannot forbear gratifying their appetite at the expence of the reputation of their nearest relations! And then to return full fraught with a rich collection of circumstances, to retail to the next circle of our acquaintance under the strongest injunctions of secrecy,— ha, ha, ha!— interlarding the melancholy tale with so many doleful shakes of the head, and more doleful, “Ah! who would have thought it! so amiable, so prudent a young lady, as we all thought her, what a mon- strous pity! well, I have nothing to charge myself with; I acted the part of a friend, I warned her of the princi ples of that rake,1 I told her what would be the consequence; I told her so, I told her so.”— Ha, ha, ha!

letitia Ha, ha, ha! Well, but Charlotte, you don’t tell me what you think of Miss Bloomsbury’s match.

charlotte Think! why I think it is probable she cried for a plaything, and they have given her a husband. Well, well, well, the puling chit2 shall not be deprived of her plaything: ’tis only exchanging London dolls for Amer- ican babies— Apropos, of babies, have you heard what Mrs.  Affable’s high- dying notions of delicacy have come to?

letitia Who, she that was Miss Lovely?

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3. This anonymous composition, widely reprinted with variations and vari ous titles in the early 1780s, became popu lar in the early republic after

Tyler’s use of it here. 4. An Indian name.

charlotte The same; she married Bob Affable of Schenectady. Don’t you remember?

[Enter servant.] servant Madam, the carriage is ready. letitia Shall we go to the stores "rst, or visiting? charlotte I should think it rather too early to visit; especially Mrs. Prim:

you know she is so par tic u lar. letitia Well, but what of Mrs. Affable? charlotte Oh, I’ll tell you as we go; come, come, let us hasten. I hear

Mrs. Catgut has some of the prettiest caps arrived, you ever saw. I shall die if I have not the "rst sight of them. [Exeunt.]

scene 2

A room in van rough’s house.

[maria sitting disconsolate at a Table, with Books, etc.]

song3

i The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook4 shall never complain.

ii Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low: Why so slow?—do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No— the son of Alknomook will never complain.

iii Remember the wood where in ambush we lay; And the scalps which we bore from your nation away: Now the dame rises fast, you exult in my pain; But the son of Alknomook can never complain.

iv I go to the land where my father is gone; His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son: Death comes like a friend, he relieves me from pain; And thy son, Oh Alknomook! has scorn’d to complain.

There is something in this song which ever calls forth my affections. The manly virtue of courage, that fortitude which steels the heart against the keen- est misfortunes, which interweaves the laurel of glory amidst the instru-

5. I.e., items of military dress; the “feather” adorns a hat, much as a “cockade” is a badge worn on a hat.

6. Annoying. 7. Small, "xed rent.

ments of torture and death, displays something so noble, so exalted, that in despite of the prejudices of education, I cannot but admire it, even in a savage. The prepossession which our sex is supposed to entertain for the character of a soldier, is, I know, a standing piece of raillery among the wits. A cockade, a lapel’d coat, and a feather,5 they will tell you, are irresistible by a female heart. Let it be so.— Who is it that considers the helpless situation of our sex, that does not see we each moment stand in need of a protector, and that a brave one too. Formed of the more delicate materials of nature, endowed only with the softer passions, incapable, from our ignorance of the world, to guard against the wiles of mankind, our security for happiness often depends upon their generosity and courage:— Alas! how little of the former do we "nd. How inconsistent! that man should be leagued to destroy that honor, upon which, solely rests his res pect and esteem. Ten thousand tempta- tions allure us, ten thousand passions betray us; yet the smallest deviation from the path of rectitude is followed by the contempt and insult of man, and the more remorseless pity of woman: years of penitence and tears cannot wash away the stain, nor a life of virture obliterate its remembrance. Reputa- tion is the life of woman; yet courage to protect it, is masculine and disgust- ing; and the only safe asylum a woman of delicacy can "nd, is in the arms of a man of honor. How naturally then, should we love the brave, and the gener- ous; how gratefully should we bless the arm raised for our protection, when nerv’d by virtue, and directed by honor! Heaven grant that the man with whom I may be connected— may be connected!— Whither has my imagina- tion transported me— whither does it now lead me?— Am I not indissolubly engaged by every obligation of honor, which my own consent, and my father’s approbation can give, to a man who can never share my affections, and whom a few days hence, it will be criminal for me to disapprove—to disapprove! would to heaven that were all—to despise. For, can the most frivolous man- ners, actuated by the most depraved heart, meet, or merit, anything but con- tempt from every woman of delicacy and sentiment?

[van rough, without.] Mary! maria Ha, my father’s voice— Sir!

[Enter van rough.] van rough What, Mary, always singing doleful ditties, and moping over

these plaguy6 books. maria I hope, Sir, that it is not criminal to improve my mind with books;

or to divert my melancholy with singing at my leisure hours. van rough Why, I don’t know that, child; I don’t know that. They us’d to

say when I was a young man, that if a woman knew how to make a pud- ding, and to keep herself out of "re and water, she knew enough for a wife. Now, what good have these books done you? have they not made you melancholy? as you call it. Pray, what right has a girl of your age to be in the dumps? haven’t you every thing your heart can wish; ain’t you going to be married to a young man of great fortune; ain’t you going to have the quit- rent7 of twenty miles square?

maria One hundredth part of the land, and a lease for life of the heart of a man I could love, would satisfy me.

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8. Worthless nonsense. Robinson Crusoe (1719) is a novel by the En glish writer Daniel Defoe (c. 1660–1731). 9. I.e., the biggest advantage. 1. “A time to weep, and a time to laugh” (Eccle-

siastes 3.4); Ecclesiastes is thought to have been written by Solomon. “Grig”: lighthearted young person. 2. A big cask of wine.

van rough Pho, pho, pho! child; nonsense, downright nonsense, child. This comes of your reading your story- books; your Charles Grandisons, your Sentimental Journals, and your Robinson Crusoes, and such other trumpery.8 No, no, no! child, it is money makes the mare go; keep your eye upon the main chance,9 Mary.

maria Marriage, Sir, is, indeed, a very serious affair. van rough You are right, child; you are right. I am sure I found it so to

my cost. maria I mean, Sir, that as marriage is a portion for life, and so intimately

involves our happiness, we cannot be too considerate in the choice of our companion.

van rough Right, child; very right. A young woman should be very sober when she is making her choice, but when she has once made it, as you have done, I don’t see why she should not be as merry as a grig, I am sure she has reason enough to be so— Solomon says, that “ there is a time to laugh, and a time to weep”;1 now a time for a young woman to laugh is when she has made sure of a good rich husband. Now a time to cry, according to you, Mary, is when she is making choice of him: but, I should think, that a young woman’s time to cry was, when she despaired of getting one.— Why, there was your mother now; to be sure when I popp’d the question to her, she did look a little silly; but when she had once looked down on her apron- strings, as all modest young women us’d to do, and drawled out ye- s, she was as brisk and as merry as a bee.

maria My honored mother, Sir, had no motive to melancholy; she mar- ried the man of her choice.

van rough The man of her choice! And pray, Mary, ain’t you going to marry the man of your choice— what trumpery notion is this?— It is these vile books [throwing them away]. I’d have you to know, Mary, if you won’t make young Van Dumpling the man of your choice, you shall marry him as the man of my choice.

maria You terrify me, Sir. Indeed, Sir, I am all submission. My will is yours.

van rough Why, that is the way your mother us’d to talk. “My will is yours, my dear Mr. Van Rough, my will is yours”: but she took special care to have her own way though for all that.

maria Do not redect upon my mother’s memory, Sir— van rough Why not, Mary, why not? She kept me from speaking my

mind all her life, and do you think she shall henpeck me now she is dead too? Come, come; don’t go to sniveling: be a good girl, and mind the main chance. I’ll see you well settled in the world.

maria I do not doubt your love, Sir; and it is my duty to obey you.— I will endeavor to make my duty and inclination go hand in hand.

van rough Well, well, Mary; do you be a good girl, mind the main chance, and never mind inclination.— Why, do you know that I have been down in the cellar this very morning to examine a pipe of Madeira2

3. On a merchant ship, the of"cer concerned with the voyage’s commercial aspects.

4. Rumple, disorder.

which I purchased the week you were born, and mean to tap on your wedding day.— That pipe cost me "fty pounds sterling. It was well worth sixty pounds; but I over- reached Ben Bulkhead, the supercargo.3 I’ll tell you the whole story. You must know that—

[Enter servant.] servant Sir, Mr. Transfer, the broker, is below. [Exit.] van rough Well, Mary, I must go.— Remember, and be a good girl, and

mind the main chance. [Exit.] maria [alone] How deplorable is my situation! How distressing for a

daughter to "nd her heart militating with her "lial duty! I know my father loves me tenderly, why then do I reluctantly obey him? Heaven knows! with what reluctance I should oppose the will of a parent, or set an exam- ple of "lial disobedience; at a parent’s command I could wed awkward- ness and deformity. Were the heart of my husband good, I would so magnify his good qualities with the eye of conjugal affection, that the defects of his person and manners should be lost in the emanation of his virtues. At a father’s command, I could embrace poverty. Were the poor man my husband, I would learn resignation to my lot; I would enliven our frugal meal with good humor, and chase away misfortune from our cot- tage with a smile. At a father’s command, I could almost submit, to what every female heart knows to be the most mortifying, to marry a weak man, and blush at my husband’s folly in every com pany I visited.— But to marry a depraved wretch, whose only virtue is a polished exterior; who is actuated by the unmanly ambition of conquering the defenceless; whose heart, insensible to the emotions of patriotism, dilates at the plaudits of every unthinking girl: whose laurels are the sighs and tears of the miser- able victims of his specious be hav ior.— Can he, who has no regard for the peace and happiness of other families, ever have a due regard for the peace and happiness of his own? Would to heaven that my father were not so hasty in his temper! Surely, if I were to state my reasons for declin- ing this match, he would not compel me to marry a man— whom, though my lips may solemnly promise to honor, I "nd my heart must ever despise. [Exit.]

Act Second

scene 1 charlotte’s apartment.

[Enter charlotte and letitia.]

charlotte [at entering] Betty, take those things out of the carriage and carry them to my chamber; see that you don’t tumble4 them.— My dear, I protest, I think it was the homeliest of the whole. I declare I was almost tempted to return and change it.

letitia Why would you take it? charlotte Didn’t Mrs. Catgut say it was the most fash ion able?

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5. I.e., Lord! 6. The site of a Revolutionary War battle at the northern end of Manhattan Island.

7. I.e., setting their caps for; setting their sights on. 8. I.e., the desire to make poetic comparisons.

letitia But, my dear, it will never sit becomingly on you. charlotte I know that; but did not you hear Mrs. Catgut say it was fash-

ion able? letitia Did you see that sweet airy cap with the white sprig? charlotte Yes, and I longed to take it; but, my dear, what could I do?—

Did not Mrs. Catgut say it was the most fash ion able; and if I had not taken it, was not that awkward gawky, Sally Slender, ready to purchase it imme- diately?

letitia Did you observe how she tumbled over the things at the next shop, and then went off without purchasing any thing, nor even thanking the poor man for his trou ble?— But of all the awkward creatures, did you see Miss Blouze, endeavoring to thrust her unmerciful arm into those small kid gloves?

charlotte Ha, ha, ha, ha! letitia Then did you take notice, with what an affected warmth of friend-

ship she and Miss Wasp met? when all their acquaintances know how much plea sure they take in abusing each other in every com pany?

charlotte Lud!5 Letitia, is that so extraordinary? Why, my dear, I hope you are not going to turn sentimentalist.— Scandal, you know, is but amusing ourselves with the faults, foibles, follies, and reputations of our friends;— indeed, I don’t know why we should have friends, if we are not at liberty to make use of them. But no person is so ignorant of the world as to suppose, because I amuse myself with a lady’s faults, that I am obliged to quarrel with her person, every time we meet; believe me, my dear, we should have very few acquaintances at that rate.

[servant enters and delivers a letter to charlotte, and exits.] charlotte You’ll excuse me, my dear. [Opens and reads to herself.] letitia Oh, quite excusable. charlotte As I hope to be married, my brother Henry is in the city. letitia What, your brother, Col o nel Manly? charlotte Yes, my dear; the only brother I have in the world. letitia Was he never in this city? charlotte Never nearer than Harlem Heights,6 where he lay with his

regiment. letitia What sort of a being is this brother of yours? If he is as chatty, as

pretty, as sprightly as you, half the belles in the city will be pulling caps for7 him.

charlotte My brother is the very counterpart and reverse of me: I am gay, he is grave; I am airy, he is solid; I am ever selecting the most pleasing objects for my laughter, he has a tear for every pitiful one. And thus, whilst he is plucking the briars and thorns from the path of the unfortunate, I am strewing on my own path with roses.

letitia My sweet friend, not quite so poetical, and little more par tic u lar. charlotte Hands off, Letitia. I feel the rage of simile8 upon me; I can’t

talk to you in any other way. My brother has a heart replete with the noblest sentiments, but then, it is like—it is like— Oh! you provoking girl, you have deranged all my ideas—it is like— Oh! I have it— his heart

9. Cylindrical box for clothes; its lid was held on by a band of ribbon. 1. A rich, stiff fabric.

2. Melancholy, thoughtful people (from “Il Pense- roso,” a poem about such a person by the En glish poet John Milton [1608–1674]).

is like an old maiden lady’s band- box;9 it contains many costly things, arranged with the most scrupulous nicety, yet the misfortune is, that they are too delicate, costly, and antiquated, for common use.

letitia By what I can pick out of your dowery description, your brother is no beau.

charlotte No, indeed; he makes no pretension to the character. He’d ride, or rather dy, an hundred miles to relieve a distressed object, or to do a gallant act in the ser vice of his country: but, should you drop your fan or bouquet in his presence, it is ten to one that some beau at the far- ther end of the room would have the honor of presenting it to you, before he had observed that it fell. I’ll tell you one of his antiquated, anti- gallant notions.— He said once in my presence, in a room full of com pany— would you believe it—in a large circle of ladies, that the best evidence a gentle- man could give a young lady of his res pect and affection, was, to endeavor in a friendly manner to rectify her foibles. I protest I was crimson to the eyes, upon redecting that I was known as his sister.

letitia Insupportable creature! tell a lady of her faults! If he is so grave, I fear I have no chance of captivating him.

charlotte His conversation is like a rich old fashioned brocade,1 it will stand alone; every sentence is a sentiment. Now you may judge what a time I had with him in my twelve months’ visit to my father. He read me such lectures, out of pure brotherly affection, against the extremes of fashion, dress, dirting, and coquetry, and all the other dear things which he knows I doat upon, that, I protest, his conversation made me as mel- ancholy as if I had been at church; and heaven knows, though I never prayed to go there but on one occasion, yet I would have exchanged his conversation for a psalm and a sermon. Church is rather melancholy, to be sure; but then I can ogle the beaux, and be regaled with “ here endeth the "rst lesson”; but his brotherly here, you would think had no end. You captivate him! Why, my dear, he would as soon fall in love with a box of Italian dowers. There is Maria now, if she were not engaged, she might do something.— Oh, how I should like to see that pair of pensorosos2 together, looking as grave as two sailors’ wives of a stormy night, with a dow of sentiment meandering through their conversation like purling streams in modern poetry.

letitia Oh! my dear fanciful— charlotte Hush! I hear some person coming through the entry.

[Enter servant.] servant Madam, there’s a gentleman below who calls himself Col o nel

Manly; do you chuse to be at home? charlotte Shew him in. [Exit servant.] Now for a sober face.

[Enter col o nel manly.] manly My dear Charlotte, I am happy that I once more enfold you within

the arms of fraternal affection. I know you are going to ask (amiable impatience!) how our parents do,— the venerable pair transmit you their blessing by me— they totter on the verge of a well- spent life, and wish only to see their children settled in the world, to depart in peace.

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3. I.e., depress us. 4. Notes given to Continental Army of"cers after the Revolution, promising payment of a

pension when the notes came due; they could be cashed in earlier for less than the face amount.

charlotte I am very happy to hear that they are well. [Coolly.] Brother, will you give me leave to introduce you to our uncle’s ward, one of my most intimate friends.

manly [saluting letitia] I ought to regard your friends as my own. charlotte Come, Letitia, do give us a little dash of your vivacity; my

brother is so sentimental, and so grave, that I protest he’ll give us the vapors.3

manly Though sentiment and gravity, I know, are banished the polite world, yet, I hoped, they might "nd some countenance in the meeting of such near connections as brother and sister.

charlotte Positively, brother, if you go one step further in this strain, you will set me crying, and that, you know, would spoil my eyes; and then I should never get the husband which our good papa and mamma have so kindly wished me— never be established in the world.

manly Forgive me, my sister— I am no enemy to mirth; I love your sprightliness; and I hope it will one day enliven the hours of some wor- thy man; but when I mention the respectable authors of my existence,— the cherishers and protectors of my helpless infancy, whose hearts glow with such fondness and attachment, that they would willingly lay down their lives for my welfare, you will excuse me, if I am so unfashionable as to speak of them with some degree of res pect and reverence.

charlotte Well, well, brother; if you won’t be gay, we’ll not differ; I will be as grave as you wish. [Affects gravity.] And so, brother, you have come to the city to exchange some of your commutation notes4 for a little plea sure.

manly Indeed, you are mistaken; my errand is not of amusement, but business; and as I neither drink nor game, my expences will be so triv- ial, I shall have no occasion to sell my notes.

charlotte Then you won’t have occasion to do a very good thing. Why, there was the Vermont General—he came down some time since, sold all his musty notes at one stroke, and then laid the cash out in trinkets for his dear Fanny. I want a dozen pretty things myself; have you got the notes with you?

manly I shall be ever willing to contribute as far as it is in my power, to adorn, or in any way to please my sister; yet, I hope, I shall never be obliged for this, to sell my notes. I may be romantic, but I preserve them as a sacred deposit. Their full amount is justly due to me, but as embarrass- ments, the natu ral consequences of a long war, disable my country from supporting its credit, I shall wait with patience until it is rich enough to discharge them. If that is not in my day, they shall be transmitted as an honorable certi"cate to posterity, that I have humbly imitated our illustri- ous Washington, in having exposed my health and life in the ser vice of my country, without reaping any other reward than the glory of conquering in so arduous a contest.

charlotte Well said heroics. Why, my dear Henry, you have such a lofty way of saying things, that I protest I almost tremble at the thought of introducing you to the polite circles in the city. The belles would think

5. Actor. 6. Smart, fash ion able (from the French ton). 7. I.e., handsome youths; from the beautiful young man beloved by Venus, the Roman goddess

of love and beauty. “Address”: bearing. 8. I.e., in box seats, near the stage. 9. Responsiveness. “Chin- cough”: whooping cough.

you were a player5 run mad, with your head "lled with old scraps of trag- edy: and, as to the beaux, they might admire, because they would not understand you.— But, however, I must, I believe, venture to introduce you to two or three ladies of my acquaintance.

letitia And that will make him acquainted with thirty or forty beaux. charlotte Oh! brother, you don’t know what a fund of happiness you

have in store. manly I fear, sister, I have not re"nement suf"cient to enjoy it. charlotte Oh! you cannot fail being pleased. letitia Our ladies are so delicate and dressy. charlotte And our beaux so dressy and delicate. letitia Our ladies chat and dirt so agreeably. charlotte And our beaux simper and bow so gracefully. letitia With their hair so trim and neat. charlotte And their faces so soft and sleek. letitia Their buckles so tonish6 and bright. charlotte And their hands so slender and white. letitia I vow, Charlotte, we are quite poetical. charlotte And then, brother, the faces of the beaux are of such a lily

white hue! None of that horrid robustness of constitution, that vulgar corn- fed glow of health, which can only serve to alarm an unmarried lady with apprehensions, and prove a melancholy memento to a married one, that she can never hope for the happiness of being a widow. I will say this to the credit of our city beaux, that such is the delicacy of their complex- ion, dress, and address, that, even had I no reliance upon the honor of the dear Adonises,7 I would trust myself in any pos si ble situation with them, without the least apprehensions of rudeness.

manly Sister Charlotte! charlotte Now, now, now brother [interrupting him], now don’t go to

spoil my mirth with a dash of your gravity; I am so glad to see you, I am in tip- top spirits. Oh! that you could be with us at a little snug party. There is Billy Simper, Jack Chassé, and Col o nel Van Titter, Miss Pro- monade, and the two Miss Tambours, sometimes make a party, with some other ladies, in a side- box at the play.8 Every thing is conducted with such decorum,— "rst we bow round to the com pany in general, then to each one in par tic u lar, then we have so many inquiries after each other’s health, and we are so happy to meet with each other, and it is so many ages since we last had that plea sure, and, if a married lady is in com pany, we have such a sweet dissertation upon her son Bobby’s chin- cough, then the curtain rises, then our sensibility9 is all awake, and then by the mere force of apprehension, we torture some harmless expression into a double meaning, which the poor author never dreamt of, and then we have recourse to our fans, and then we blush, and then the gentlemen jog one another, peep under the fan, and make the prettiest remarks; and then we giggle and they simper, and they giggle and we simper, and then the curtain drops, and then for nuts and oranges, and then we

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1. The young nation’s prob lems, especially the "nancial ones, were not solved by the Revolution. Manly may be referring to Shays’s Rebellion (1787). 2. I.e., their pattern and fall.

3. Stoutness ( here, hyphenated to emphasize its derivation from the French for “in good condi- tion,” i.e., robust). “Want”: lack. 4. Hat (French).

bow, and it’s pray Ma’am take it, and pray Sir keep it, and oh! not for the world, Sir: and then the curtain rises again, and then we blush, and giggle, and simper, and bow, all over again. Oh! the sentimental charms of a side- box conversation! [All laugh.]

manly Well, sister, I join heartily with you in the laugh; for, in my opinion, it is as justi"able to laugh at folly, as it is reprehensible to ridicule misfor- tune.

charlotte Well, but brother, positively, I can’t introduce you in these clothes: why, your coat looks as if it were calculated for the vulgar pur- pose of keeping yourself comfortable.

manly This coat was my regimental coat in the late war. The public tumults of our state1 have induced me to buckle on the sword in support of that government which I once fought to establish. I can only say, sister, that there was a time when this coat was respectable, and some people even thought that those men who had endured so many winter campaigns in the ser vice of their country, without bread, clothing, or pay, at least deserved that the poverty of their appearance should not be ridiculed.

charlotte We agree in opinion entirely, brother, though it would not have done for me to have said it: it is the coat makes the man respect- able. In the time of the war, when we were almost frightened to death, why, your coat was respectable, that is, fash ion able; now another kind of coat is fash ion able, that is, respectable. And pray direct the taylor to make yours the height of the fashion.

manly Though it is of little consequence to me of what shape my coat is, yet, as to the height of the fashion, there you will please to excuse me, sister. You know my sentiments on that subject. I have often lamented the advantage which the French have over us in the par tic u lar. In Paris, the fashions have their dawnings, their routine and declensions,2 and depend as much upon the caprice of the day as in other countries; but there every lady assumes a right to deviate from the general ton, as far as will be of advantage to her own appearance. In Amer i ca, the cry is, what is the fashion? and we follow it, indiscriminately, because it is so.

charlotte Therefore it is, that when large hoops are in fashion, we often see many a plump girl lost in the immensity of a hoop petticoat, whose want of height and em- bon- point3 would never have been remarked in any other dress. When the high head- dress is the mode, how then do we see a lofty cushion, with a profusion of gauze, feathers, and ribband, supported by a face no bigger than an apple; whilst a broad full- faced lady, who really would have appeared tolerably handsome in a large headdress, looks with her smart chapeau4 as masculine as a soldier.

manly But remember, my dear sister, and I wish all my fair country- women would recollect, that the only excuse a young lady can have for going extravagantly into a fashion, is, because it makes her look extrava- gantly handsome.— Ladies, I must wish you a good morning.

charlotte But, brother, you are going to make home with us.

5. An invitation card. 6. Bizarre (French). 7. London plea sure gardens.

8. Your very humble servant, sir (French). 9. Valet, manservant.

manly Indeed, I cannot. I have seen my uncle, and explained that matter. charlotte Come and dine with us, then. We have a family dinner about

half past four o’clock. manly I am engaged to dine with the Spanish ambassador. I was intro-

duced to him by an old brother of"cer; and instead of freezing me with a cold card of compliment5 to dine with him ten days hence, he, with the true old Castilian frankness, in a friendly manner, asked me to dine with him to- day—an honor I could not refuse. Sister, adieu— Madam, your most obedient—[Exit.]

charlotte I will wait upon you to the door, brother; I have something par tic u lar to say to you. [Exit.]

letitia [alone] What a pair!— She the pink of dirtation, he the essence of every thing that is outré6 and gloomy.— I think I have completely deceived Charlotte by my manner of speaking of Mr. Dimple; she’s too much the friend of Maria to be con"ded in. He is certainly rendering himself disagreeable to Maria, in order to break with her and proffer his hand to me. This is what the delicate fellow hinted in our last conversation. [Exit.]

scene 2

The Mall.

[Enter jessamy.] jessamy Positively this Mall is a very pretty place. I hope the city won’t

ruin it by repairs. To be sure, it won’t do to speak of in the same day with Ranelagh or Vauxhall;7 however, it’s a "ne place for a young fellow to display his person to advantage. Indeed, nothing is lost here; the girls have taste, and I am very happy to "nd they have adopted the elegant London fashion of looking back, after a genteel fellow like me has passed them. Ah! who comes here! This, by his awkwardness, must be the Yankee col o nel’s servant. I’ll accost him.

[Enter jonathan.] Votre très— humble serviteur, Monsieur.8 I understand Col o nel Manly, the

Yankee of"cer, has the honor of your ser vices. jonathan Sir!— jessamy I say, Sir, I understand that Col o nel Manly has the honor of

having you for a servant. jonathan Servant! Sir, do you take me for a neger,— I am Col o nel Manly’s

waiter.9 jessamy A true Yankee distinction egad, without a difference. Why, Sir,

do you not perform all the of"ces of a servant? Do you not even blacken his boots?

jonathan Yes; I do grease them a bit sometimes; but I am a true blue son of liberty, for all that. Father said I should come as Col o nel Manly’s waiter to see the world, and all that; but no man shall master me: my father has as good a farm as the col o nel.

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1. Without ceremony (French). 2. I.e., an ambassador. 3. Jonathan’s awkward mispronunciation of Jes- samy’s “insurgents,” above; being from Mas sa- chu setts, he is on Shays’s side. 4. The badge of the Society of the Cincinnati, a Revolutionary of"cers’ fraternal group, was a gold ea gle. “Lignum vitae”: staff of life (Latin,

literal trans.); here, the tough wood of a tropical tree recently introduced into New Eng land. 5. Frederick North, second Earl of Guilford (1732–1792; prime minister of Eng land  1770– 82). Bunker Hill, in the Charlestown section of Boston, site of an early engagement in the Revo- lution. Thomas Hutchinson (1711–1780; British governor of Mas sa chu setts 1771–74).

jessamy Well, Sir, we will not quarrel about terms upon the eve of an acquaintance, from which I promise myself so much satisfaction,— therefore sans cérémonie1—

jonathan What?— jessamy I say, I am extremely happy to see Col o nel Manly’s waiter. jonathan Well, and I vow, too, I am pretty considerably glad to see you—

but what the dogs need of all this outlandish lingo? Who may you be, Sir, if I may be so bold?

jessamy I have the honor to be Mr. Dimple’s servant, or, if you please, waiter. We lodge under the same roof, and should be glad of the honor of your acquaintance.

jonathan You a waiter! By the living jingo, you look so topping, I took you for one of the agents to Congress.2

jessamy The brute has discernment notwithstanding his appearance.— Give me leave to say I won der then at your familiarity.

jonathan Why, as to the matter of that, Mr.— pray, what’s your name? jessamy Jessamy, at your ser vice. jonathan Why, I swear we don’t make any great matter of distinction in

our state, between quality and other folks. jessamy This is, indeed, a leveling princi ple. I hope, Mr. Jonathan, you

have not taken part with the insurgents. jonathan Why, since General Shays has sneaked off, and given us the

bag to hold, I don’t care to give my opinion; but you’ll promise not to tell— put your ear this way— you won’t tell?— I vow, I did think the stur- geons3 were right.

jessamy I thought, Mr. Jonathan, you Mas sa chu setts men always argued with a gun in your hand.— Why didn’t you join them?

jonathan Why, the col o nel is one of those folks called the Shin— shin— dang it all, I can’t speak them lignum vitæ words— you know who I mean— there is a com pany of them— they wear a China goose at their buttonhole— a kind of gilt thing.4— Now the col o nel told father and brother,— you must know there are, let me see— there is Elnathan, Silas, and Barnabas, Tabitha—no, no, she’s a she— tarnation, now I have it— there’s Elnathan, Silas, Barnabas, Jonathan, that’s I— seven of us, six went into the wars, and I staid at home to take care of mother. Col o nel said that it was burning shame for the true blue Bunker- hill sons of lib- erty, who had fought Governor Hutchinson, Lord North,5 and the Devil, to have any hand in kicking up a cursed dust against a government, which we had every mother’s son of us a hand in making.

jessamy Bravo!— Well, have you been abroad in the city since your arrival? What have you seen that is curious and entertaining?

jonathan Oh! I have seen a power of "ne sights. I went to see two marble- stone men and a leaden horse, that stands out in doors in all

6. British loyalist. 7. New York’s whore house district, apparently so called because Trinity Church owned much of the land. 8. Church ser vice.

9. Kiss. 1. Mild oath (from “eternal”). “Parcel”: pack. 2. Pres ent. 3. I.e., Yankee (from the blue of the Revolutionary Army uniform); also, possibly, mulatto.

weathers; and when I came where they was, one had got no head, and t’other wer’nt there. They said as how the leaden man was a damn’d tory,6 and that he took wit in his anger and rode off in the time of the trou bles.

jessamy But this was not the end of your excursion. jonathan Oh, no; I went to a place they call Holy Ground.7 Now I

counted this was a place where folks go to meeting,8 so I put my hymn- book in my pocket, and walked softly and grave as a minister; and when I came there, the dogs a bit of a meeting- house could I see. At last I spied a young gentlewoman standing by one of the seats, which they have here at the doors— I took her to be the deacon’s daughter, and she looked so kind, and so obliging, that I thought I would go and ask her the way to lecture, and would you think it— she called me dear, and sweeting, and honey, just as if we were married; by the living jingo, I had a month’s mind to buss9 her.

jessamy Well, but how did it end? jonathan Why, as I was standing talking with her, a parcel of sailor men

and boys got round me, the snarl headed curs fell a- kicking and cursing of me at such a tarnal1 rate, that, I vow, I was glad to take to my heels and split home, right off, tail on end like a stream of chalk.

jessamy Why, my dear friend, you are not acquainted with the city; that girl you saw was a—[Whispers.]

jonathan Mercy on my soul! was that young woman a harlot!— Well, if this is New York Holy Ground, what must the Holy- day Ground be!

jessamy Well, you should not judge of the city too rashly. We have a num- ber of elegant "ne girls here, that make a man’s leisure hours pass very agreeably. I would esteem it an honor to announce2 you to some of them.— Gad! that announce is a select word; I won der where I picked it up.

jonathan I don’t want to know them. jessamy Come, come, my dear friend, I see that I must assume the honor

of being the director of your amusements. Nature has given up passions, and youth and opportunity stimulate to gratify them. It is no shame, my dear Blueskin,3 for a man to amuse himself with a little gallantry.

jonathan Girl huntry! I don’t altogether understand. I never played at that game. I know how to play hunt the squirrel, but I can’t play anything with the girls; I am as good as married.

jessamy Vulgar, horrid brute! Married, and above a hundred miles from his wife, and think that an objection to his making love to every woman he meets! He never can have read, no, he never can have been in a room with a volume of the divine Chester"eld.— So you are married?

jonathan No, I don’t say so; I said I was as good as married, a kind of promise.

jessamy As good as married!— jonathan Why, yes; there’s Tabitha Wymen, the deacon’s daughter, at

home, she and I have been courting a great while, and folks say as how we are to be married; and so I broke a piece of money with her when we

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4. A country custom: a parting couple broke a coin, and each person kept one piece.

5. I.e., cast- off. 6. I.e., a faint heart never won a fair lady.

parted,4 and she promised not to spark it with Solomon Dyer while I am gone. You wouldn’t have me false to my true love, would you?

jessamy May be you have another reason for constancy; possibly the young lady has a fortune? Ha! Mr.  Jonathan, the solid charms; the chains of love are never so binding as when the links are made of gold.

jonathan Why, as to fortune, I must needs say her father is pretty dumb rich; he went representative for our town last year. He will give her— let me see— four times seven is— seven times four— nought and carry one;— he will give her twenty acres of land— somewhat rocky though— a Bible, and a cow.

jessamy Twenty acres of rock, a Bible, and a cow! Why, my dear Mr. Jon- athan, we have servant maids, or, as you would more elegantly express it, wait’resses, in this city, who collect more in one year from their mistress’ cast5 clothes.

jonathan You don’t say so!— jessamy Yes, and I’ll introduce you to one of them. There is a little lump

of desh and delicacy that lives at next door, wait’ress to Miss Maria; we often see her on the stoop.

jonathan But are you sure she would be courted by me? jessamy Never doubt it; remember a faint heart never— blisters of my

tongue— I was going to be guilty of a vile proverb;6 dat against the author- ity of Chester"eld.— I say there can be no doubt, that the brilliancy of your merit will secure you a favorable reception.

jonathan Well, but what must I say to her? jessamy Say to her! why, my dear friend, though I admire your profound

knowledge on every other subject, yet, you will pardon my saying, that your want of opportunity has made the female heart escape the poignancy of your penetration. Say to her!— Why, when a man goes a- courting, and hopes for success, he must begin with doing, and not saying.

jonathan Well, what must I do? jessamy Why, when you are introduced you must make "ve or six elegant

bows. jonathan Six elegant bows! I understand that; six, you say? Well— jessamy Then you must press and kiss her hand; then press and kiss, and

so on to her lips and cheeks; then talk as much as you can about hearts, darts, dames, nectar and ambrosia— the more incoherent the better.

jonathan Well, but suppose she should be angry with I? jessamy Why, if she should pretend— please to observe, Mr. Jonathan—

if she should pretend to be offended, you must— But I’ll tell you how my master acted in such a case: He was seated by a young lady of eigh teen upon a sofa, plucking with a wanton hand the blooming sweets of youth and beauty. When the lady thought it necessary to check his ardor, she called up a frown upon her lovely face, so irresistably alluring, that it would have warmed the frozen bosom of age: remember, said she, put- ting her delicate arm upon his, remember your character and my honor. My master instantly dropped upon his knees, with eyes swimming with love, cheeks glowing with desire, and in the gentlest modulation of voice,

7. I.e., a small amount of sugar. 8. Another awkward mispronunciation: of Jes- samy’s “poignancy,” above.

9. I.e., revealed sitting at a dressing table. He is reading Chester"eld’s Letters.

he said— My dear Caroline, in a few months our hands will be indissolu- bly united at the altar; our hearts I feel are already so— the favors you now grant as evidence of your affection, are favors indeed; yet when the ceremony is once past, what will now be received with rapture, will then be attributed to duty.

jonathan Well, and what was the consequence? jessamy The consequence!— Ah! forgive me, my dear friend, but you New

Eng land gentlemen have such a laudable curiosity of seeing the bottom of every thing;— why, to the honest, I confess I saw the blooming cherub of a consequence smiling in its angelic mother’s arms, about ten months afterwards.

jonathan Well, if I follow all your plans, make them six bows, and all that; shall I have such little cherubim consequences?

jessamy Undoubtedly.— What are you musing upon? jonathan You say you’ll certainly make me acquainted?— Why, I was

thinking then how I should contrive to pass this broken piece of silver— won’t it buy a sugar- dram?7

jessamy What is that, the love- token from the deacon’s daughter?— You come on bravely. But I must hasten to my master. Adieu, my dear friend.

jonathan Stay, Mr. Jessamy— must I buss her when I am introduced to her?

jessamy I told you, you must kiss her. jonathan Well, but must I buss her? jessamy Why, kiss and buss, and buss and kiss, is all one. jonathan Oh! my dear friend, though you have a profound knowledge of

all, a pugnancy8 of tribulation, you don’t know every thing. [Exit.] jessamy [alone] Well, certainly I improve; my master could not have insin-

uated himself with more address into the heart of a man he despised.— Now will this blundering dog sicken Jenny with his nauseous pawings, until she dies into my arms for very ease. How sweet will the contrast be, between the blundering Jonathan, and the courtly and accomplished Jessamy.

Act Third

scene 1 dimple’s room.

[dimple discovered at a Toilet,9 reading.]

dimple “ Women have in general but one object, which is their beauty.” Very true, my lord; positively very true. “Nature has hardly formed a woman ugly enough to be insensible to dattery upon her person.” Extremely just, my lord; every day’s delightful experience con"rms this. “If her face is so shocking, that she must, in some degree, be conscious of it, her "gure and air, she thinks, make ample amends for it.” The sallow Miss Wan is a proof of this.— Upon my telling the distasteful wretch, the other day, that

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1. “Death / Grinned horrible a ghastly smile,” Paradise Lost 2.845–46, by John Milton. Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689–1762), En glish

poet and letter writer. 2. Passenger boat carry ing mail and cargo. 3. Cool, unperturbable (French).

her countenance spoke the pensive language of sentiment, and that Lady Wortley Montague declared, that if the ladies were arrayed in the garb of innocence, the face would be the last part which would be admired as Monsieur Milton expresses it, she grin’d horribly a ghastly smile.1 “If her "gure is deformed, she thinks her face counterbalances it.”

[Enter jessamy with letters.] dimple Where got you these, Jessamy? jessamy Sir, the En glish packet2 is arrived.

[dimple opens and reads a letter enclosing notes.] “Sir,

“I have drawn bills on you in favor of Messrs. Van Cash and Co. as per margin. I have taken up your note to Col. Piquet, and discharged your debts to my Lord Lurcher and Sir Harry Rook. I herewith enclose you copies of the bills, which I have no doubt will be immediately honored. On failure, I shall empower some lawyer in your country to recover the amounts. “I am, Sir,

“Your most humble servant, “John Hazard.”

Now, did not my lord expressly say, that it was unbecoming a well- bred man to be in a passion, I confess I should be rufded. [Reads.] “ There is no acci- dent so unfortunate, which a wise man may not turn to his advantage; nor any accident so fortunate, which a fool will not turn to his disadvantage.” True, my lord: but how advantage can be derived from this, I can’t see. Chester"eld himself, who made, however, the worst practice of the most excellent precepts, was never in so embarrassing a situation. I love the per- son of Charlotte, and it is necessary I should command the fortune of Leti- tia. As to Maria!— I doubt not by my sang- froid3 be hav ior I shall compel her to decline the match; but the blame must not fall upon me. A prudent man, as my lord says, should take all the credit of a good action to himself, and throw the discredit of a bad one upon others. I must break with Maria, marry Letitia, and as for Charlotte— why, Charlotte must be a companion to my wife.— Here, Jessamy!

[Enter jessamy.] [dimple folds and seals two letters.]

dimple Here, Jessamy, take this letter to my love. [Gives one.] jessamy To which of your honor’s loves?— Oh! [reading] to Miss Letitia,

your honor’s rich love. dimple And this [delivers another] to Miss Charlotte Manly. See that you

deliver them privately. jessamy Yes, your honor. [ Going.] dimple Jessamy, who are these strange lodgers that came to the house

last night? jessamy Why, the master is a Yankee col o nel; I have not seen much of

him; but the man is the most unpolished animal your honor ever disgraced your eyes by looking upon. I have had one of the most outré conversations with him!— He really has a most prodigious effect upon my risibility.

4. Pay him a formal call. 5. “To my mind, there is nothing so illiberal and

so ill- bred, as audible laughter”— Chester"eld’s Letters.

dimple I ought, according to every rule of Chester"eld, to wait on him4 and insinuate myself into his good graces.— Jessamy, wait on the col o- nel with my compliments, and if he is disengaged, I will do myself the honor of paying him my re spects.— Some ignorant unpolished boor—

[jessamy goes off and returns.] jessamy Sir, the col o nel is gone out, and Jonathan, his servant, says that

he is gone to stretch his legs upon the Mall— Stretch his legs! what an indelicacy of diction!

dimple Very well. Reach me my hat and sword. I’ll accost him there, in my way to Letitia’s, as by accident; pretend to be struck with his person and address, and endeavor to steal into his con"dence. Jessamy, I have no business for you at pres ent. [Exit.]

jessamy [taking up the book] My master and I obtain our knowledge from the same source;— though, gad! I think myself much the prettier fellow of the two. [Surveying himself in the glass.] That was a brilliant thought, to insinuate that I folded my master’s letters for him; the folding is so neat, that it does honor to the operator. I once intended to have insinuated that I wrote his letters too; but that was before I saw them; it won’t do now! no honor there, positively.— “Nothing looks more vulgar [reading affectedly], ordinary, and illiberal, than ugly, uneven, and ragged nails; the ends of which should be kept even and clean, not tipped with black, and cut in small segments of circles”— Segments of circles! surely my lord did not consider that he wrote for the beaux. Segments of cir- cles! what a crabbed term! Now I dare answer, that my master, with all his learning, does not know that this means, according to the pres ent mode, to let the nails grow long, and then cut them off even at top. [Laughing without.] Ha! that’s Jenny’s titter. I protest I despair of ever teaching that girl to laugh; she has something so execrably natu ral in her laugh, that I declare it absolutely discomposes my nerves. How came she into our house!—[Calls.] Jenny!

[Enter jenny.] jessamy Prythee, Jenny, don’t spoil your "ne face with laughing. jenny Why, mustn’t I laugh, Mr. Jessamy? jessamy You may smile; but, as my lord says, nothing can authorize a

laugh.5 jenny Well, but I can’t help laughing— Have you seen him, Mr. Jessamy?

Ha, ha, ha! jessamy Seen whom?— jenny Why, Jonathan, the New Eng land col o nel’s servant. Do you know he

was at the play last night, and the stupid creature don’t know where he has been. He would not go to a play for the world; he thinks it was a show, as he calls it.

jessamy As ignorant and unpolished as he is, do you know, Miss Jenny, that I propose to introduce him to the honor of your acquaintance.

jenny Introduce him to me! for what? jessamy Why, my lovely girl, that you may take him under your protec-

tion, as Madam Ramboulliet did young Stanhope; that you may, by your

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6. Creative. 7. A well- behaved little Jonathan (French). 8. I.e., a restaurant knife: Morrison was evi- dently not only a conjurer (“hocus- pocus man”) but also a sword swallower.

9. Germans, especially ones from Hesse, hired by the British as mercenary troops for the Revolu- tionary War. 1. I.e., in boxes in the theater.

plastic6 hand, mould this uncouth cub into a gentleman. He is to make love to you.

jenny Make love to me!— jessamy Yes, Mistress Jenny, make love to you; and, I doubt not, when

he shall become domesticated in your kitchen, that this boor, under your auspices, will soon become un aimable petit Jonathan.7

jenny I must say, Mr. Jessamy, if he copies after me, he will be vastly monstrously polite.

jessamy Stay here one moment, and I will call him.— Jonathan!— Mr. Jonathan!—[Calls.]

jonathan [within] Holla! there—[Enters.] You promise to stand by me— six bows you say. [Bows.]

jessamy Mrs. Jenny, I have the honor of presenting Mr. Jonathan, Col o nel Manly’s waiter, to you. I am extremely happy that I have it in my power to make two worthy people acquainted with each other’s merit.

jenny So Mr. Jonathan, I hear you were at the play last night. jonathan At the play! why, did you think I went to the dev il’s drawing-

room! jenny The dev il’s drawing- room! jonathan Yes; why ain’t cards and dice the dev il’s device; and the

play- house the shop where the devil hangs out the vanities of the world, upon the tenterhooks of temptation. I believe you have not heard how they were acting the old boy one night, and the wicked one came among them sure enough; and went right off in a storm, and carried one quar- ter of the play- house with him. Oh! no, no, no! you won’t catch me at a play- house, I warrant you.

jenny Well, Mr. Jonathan, though I don’t scruple your veracity, I have some reasons for believing you were there; pray, where were you about six o’clock?

jonathan Why, I went to see one Mr. Morrison, the hocus pocus man; they said as how he could eat a café knife.8

jenny Well, and how did you "nd the place? jonathan As I was going about here and there, to and again, to "nd it, I

saw a great croud of folks going into a long entry, that had lantherns over the door; so I asked a man, whether that was not the place where they played hocus pocus? He was a very civil kind man, though he did speak like the Hessians,9 he lifted up his eyes and said— “they play hocus pocus tricks enough there, Got knows, mine friend.”

jenny Well— jonathan So I went right in, and they shewed me away clean up to the

garret, just like a meeting- house gallery. And so I saw a power of top- ping folks, all sitting round in little cabins,1 just like father’s corncribs;— and then there was such a squeaking with the "ddles, and such a tarnal blaze with the lights, my head was near turned. At last the people that

2. I.e., tarnation (interjection). 3. Unruly person. 4. I.e., an artful kid. The “rantipole” wife and the “pious” Joseph had by this time clued in con- temporary audiences to the fact that the play Jonathan has taken for real life is Richard Brins- ley Sheridan’s The School for Scandal (1777), which had been performed in New York the pre- vious month— a production that Tyler saw.

5. Perhaps “the scoundrel!” 6. As there is no “soldier fellow” in The School for Scandal, Jonathan is prob ably now talking about The Poor Soldier (1783), a comic opera played on the same bill as Sheridan’s play. “Row de dow dow”: noisy disturbance. 7. Other texts read “sling”—an alcoholic drink. “Wagall”: i.e., Thomas Wignell, one of whose famous parts was Darby in The Poor Soldier.

sat near me set up such a hissing— hiss— like so many mad cats; and then they went thump, thump, thump, just like our Peleg threshing wheat, and stampt away, just like the nation;2 and called out for one Mr. Langolee,— I suppose he helps act the tricks.

jenny Well, and what did you do all this time? jonathan Gor, I— I liked the fun, and so I thumpt away, and hiss’d as

lustily as the best of ’em. One sailor- looking man that sat by me, seeing me stamp, and knowing I was a cute fellow, because I could make a roaring noise, clapt me on the shoulder and said, you are a d— d hearty cock, smite my timbers! I told him so I was, but I thought he need not swear so, and make use of such naughty words.

jessamy The savage!— Well, and did you see the man with his tricks? jonathan Why, I vow, as I was looking out for him, they lifted up a great

green cloth, and let us look right into the next neighbor’s house. Have you a good many houses in New York made so in that ’ere way?

jenny Not many: but did you see the family? jonathan Yes, swamp it; I see’d the family. jenny Well, and how did you like them? jonathan Why, I vow they were pretty much like other families;— there

was a poor, good natured, curse of a husband, and a sad rantipole3 of a wife.

jenny But did you see no other folks? jonathan Yes. There was one youngster, they called him Mr. Joseph; he

talked as sober and as pious as a minister; but like some ministers that I know, he was a dy tike4 in his heart for all that: He was going to ask a young woman to spark it with him, and— the Lord have mercy on my soul!— she was another man’s wife!

jessamy The Wabash!5 jenny And did you see any more folks? jonathan Why they came on as thick as mustard. For my part, I thought

the house was haunted. There was a soldier fellow, who talked about his row de dow dow, and courted a young woman:6 but of all the cute folk I saw, I liked one little fellow—

jenny Aye! who was he? jonathan Why, he had red hair, and a little round plump face like mine,

only not altogether so handsome. His name was Darby:— that was his baptizing name, his other name I forgot. Oh! it was, Wig— Wag— Wagall, Darby Wagall;— pray, do you know him?— I should like to take a ding7 with him, or a drap of cyder with a pepper- pod in it, to make it warm and comfortable.

jenny I can’t say I have that plea sure.

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8. Trotted off. 9. Pop u lar names for hymn tunes. “Mear” is prob ably “Meae Animac Amator” (“Jesus, Lover

of My Soul”). “Old Hundred” is “All People That on Earth Do Dwell.” “Bangor” is “Eternal God, We Look to Thee.”

jonathan I wish you did, he is a cute fellow. But there was one thing I didn’t like in that Mr. Darby; and that was, he was afraid of some of them ’ere shooting irons, such as your troopers wear on training days. Now, I’m a true born Yankee American son of liberty, and I never was afraid of a gun yet in all my life.

jenny Well, Mr. Jonathan, you were certainly at the play- house. jonathan I at the play- house!— Why didn’t I see the play then? jenny Why, the people you saw were players. jonathan Mercy on my soul! did I see the wicked players?— Mayhap that

’ere Darby that I liked so, was the old serpent himself, and had his cloven foot in his pocket. Why, I vow, now I come to think on ’t, the candles seemed to burn blue, and I am sure where I sat it smelt tarnally of brim- stone.

jessamy Well, Mr. Jonathan, from your account, which I confess is very accurate, you must have been at the play- house.

jonathan Why, I vow I began to smell a rat. When I came away, I went to the man for my money again: you want your money, says he; yes, says I; for what, says he; why, says I, no man shall jocky me out of my money; I paid my money to see sights, and the dogs a bit of a sight have I seen, unless you call listening to people’s private business a sight. Why says he, it is the School for Scandalization.— The School for Scandalization— Oh, ho! no won der you New York folks are so cute at it, when you go to school to learn it: and so I jogged off.8

jessamy My dear Jenny, my master’s business drags me from you; would to heaven I knew no other servitude than to your charms.

jonathan Well, but don’t go; you won’t leave me so.— jessamy Excuse me.— Remember the cash. [Aside to him, and— Exit.] jenny Mr. Jonathan, won’t you please to sit down. Mr. Jessamy tells me

you wanted to have some conversation with me. [Having brought forward two chairs, they sit.]

jonathan Ma’am!— jenny Sir!— jonathan Ma’am!— jenny Pray, how do you like the city, Sir? jonathan Ma’am!— jenny I say, Sir, how do you like New York? jonathan Ma’am!— jenny The stupid creature! but I must pass some little time with him, if

it is only to endeavor to learn, whether it was his master that made such an abrupt entrance into our house, and my young mistress’s heart, this morning. [Aside.] As you don’t seem to like to talk, Mr. Jonathan—do you sing?

jonathan Gor, I— I am glad she asked that, for I forgot what Mr. Jessamy bid me say, and I dare as well be hanged as act what he bid me do, I’m so ashamed. [Aside.] Yes, Ma’am, I can sing— I can sing Mear, Old Hundred, and Bangor.9

1. Pop u lar songs of the time. 2. Breakfast dish made from Indian corn and water.

3. Big, overwhelming. 4. I.e., damned. 5. I.e., oxen.

jenny Oh, I don’t mean psalm tunes. Have you no little song to please the ladies; such as Roslin Castle, or the Maid of the Mill?1

jonathan Why, all my tunes go to meeting tunes, save one, and I count you won’t altogether like that ’ere.

jenny What is it called? jonathan I am sure you have heard folks talk about it, it is called Yankee

Doodle. jenny Oh! it is the tune I am fond of; and, if I know anything of my

mistress, she would be glad to dance to it. Pray, sing? jonathan [sings]

Father and I went to camp,— Along with Captain Goodwin; And there we saw the men and boys, As thick as hasty pudding.2 Yankee Doodle do, etc.

And there we saw a swamping3 gun, Big as log of maple, On a little deuced4 cart, A load for father’s cattle.5 Yankee Doodle do, etc.

And every time they "red it off, It took a horn of powder, It made a noise— like father’s gun, Only a nation louder. Yankee Doodle do, etc.

There was a man in our town, His name was—

No, no, that won’t do. Now, if I was with Tabitha Wymen and Jemima Cawley, down at father Chase’s, I shouldn’t mind singing this all out before them— you would be affronted if I was to sing that, though that’s a lucky thought; if you should be affronted, I have something dang’d cute, which Jessamy told me to say to you.

jenny Is that all! I assure you I like it of all things. jonathan No, no; I can sing more, some other time, when you and I are

better acquainted, I’ll sing the whole of it—no, no— that’s a "b— I can’t sing but a hundred and ninety verses; our Tabitha at home can sing it all.— [Sings]

Marblehead’s a rocky place, And Cape- Cod is sandy; Charleston is burnt down, Boston is the dandy. Yankee Doodle do, etc.

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6. An old courtship custom, in which a couple occupied the same bed without undressing. 7. The En glish statesman Edward Montagu (1713–1776), son of Lady Mary Wortley Mon-

tagu, and the Anglo- Dutch phi los o pher Bernard Mandev ille (1670–1733) wrote books on, respec- tively, the decline of civilizations and the folly of humankind.

I vow, my own town song has put me into such topping spirits, that I believe I’ll begin to do a little, as Jessamy says we must when we go a courting— [Runs and kisses her.] Burning rivers! cooling dames! red hot roses! pignuts! hasty- pudding and ambrosia!

jenny What means this freedom! you insulting wretch. [Strikes him.] jonathan Are you affronted? jenny Affronted! with what looks shall I express my anger? jonathan Looks! why, as to the matter of looks, you look as cross as a

witch. jenny Have you no feeling for the delicacy of my sex? jonathan Feeling! Gor, I— I feel the delicacy of your sex pretty smartly

[rubbing his cheek], though, I vow, I thought when you city ladies courted and married, and all that, you put feeling out of the question. But I want to know whether you are really affronted, or only pretend to be so? ’Cause, if you are certainly right down affronted, I am at the end of my tether;— Jessamy didn’t tell me what to say to you.

jenny Pretend to be affronted! jonathan Aye, aye, if you only pretend, you shall hear how I’ll go to

work to make cherubim consequences. [Runs up to her.] jenny Begone, you brute! jonathan That looks like mad; but I won’t lose my speech. My dearest

Jenny— your name is Jenny, I think? My dearest Jenny, though I have the highest esteem for the sweet favors you have just now granted me— Gor, that’s a "b though, but Jessamy says it is not wicked to tell lies to the women. [Aside.] I say, though I have the highest esteem for the favors you have just now granted me, yet, you will consider, that as soon as the dissolvable knot is tied, they will no longer be favors, but only matters of duty, and matters of course.

jenny Marry you! you audacious monster! get out of my sight, or rather let me dy from you. [Exit hastily.]

jonathan Gor! she’s gone off in a swinging passion, before I had time to think of consequences. If this is the way with your city ladies, give me the twenty acres of rocks, the Bible, the cow, and Tabitha, and a little peaceable bundling.6

scene 2

The Mall.

[Enter manly.] manly It must be so, Montague! and it is not at all the tribe of Mandev illes7

shall convince me, that a nation, to become great, must "rst become dissipated. Luxury is surely the bane of a nation: Luxury! which ener- vates both soul and body, by opening a thousand new sources of enjoy- ment, opens, also, a thousand new sources of contention and want: Luxury! which renders a people weak at home, and accessible to bribery, corruption, and force from abroad. When the Grecian states knew no

8. Religious associations of Greek states. 9. Rustic.

other tools than the axe and the saw, the Grecians were a great, a free, and a happy people. The kings of Greece devoted their lives to the ser vice of their country, and her senators knew no other superiority over their fellow- citizens than a glorious preeminence in danger and virtue. They exhibited to the world a noble spectacle,— a number of in de pen dent states united by a similarity of language, sentiment, manners, common interest, and common consent, in one grand mutual league of protection.— And, thus united, long might they have continued the cherishers of arts and sciences, the protectors of the oppressed, the scourge of tyrants, and the safe asylum of liberty: But when foreign gold, and still more pernicious, foreign luxury, had crept among them, they sapped the vitals of their vir- tue. The virtues of their ancestors were only found in their writings. Envy and suspicion, the vices of little minds, possessed them. The vari ous states engendered jealousies of each other; and, more unfortunately, growing jealous of their great federal council, the Amphictyons,8 they forgot that their common safety had existed, and would exist, in giving them an hon- orable extensive prerogative. The common good was lost in the pursuit of private interest; and that people, who, by uniting, might have stood against the world in arms, by dividing, crumbled into ruin;— their name is now only known in the page of the historian, and what they once were, is all we have left to admire. Oh! that Amer i ca! Oh! that my country, would in this her day, learn the things which belong to her peace!

[Enter dimple.] dimple You are Col o nel Manly, I presume? manly At your ser vice, Sir. dimple My name is Dimple, Sir. I have the honor to be a lodger in the

same house with you, and hearing you were in the Mall, came hither to take the liberty of joining you.

manly You are very obliging, Sir. dimple As I understand you are a stranger here, Sir, I have taken the

liberty to introduce myself to your acquaintance, as possibly I may have it in my power to point out some things in this city worthy your notice.

manly An attention to strangers is worthy a liberal mind, and must ever be gratefully received. But to a soldier, who has no "xed abode, such attentions are particularly pleasing.

dimple Sir, there is no character so respectable as that of a soldier. And, indeed, when we redect how much we owe to those brave men who have suffered so much in the ser vice of their country, and secured to us those inestimable blessings that we now enjoy, our liberty and in de pen dence, they demand every attention which gratitude can pay. For my own part, I never meet an of"cer, but I embrace him as my friend, nor a private in distress, but I insensibly extend my charity to him.— I have hit the Bumpkin9 off very tolerably. [Aside.]

manly Give me your hand, Sir! I do not proffer this hand to every body; but you steal into my heart. I hope I am as insensible to dattery as most men; but I declare (it may be my weak side), that I never hear the name of soldier mentioned with res pect, but I experience a thrill of plea sure, which I never feel on any other occasion.

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dimple Will you give me leave, my dear col o nel, to confer an obligation on myself, by shewing you some civilities during your stay here, and giving a similar opportunity to some of my friends?

manly Sir, I thank you; but I believe my stay in this city will be very short. dimple I can introduce you to some men of excellent sense, in whose

com pany you will esteem yourself happy; and, by way of amusement, to some "ne girls, who will listen to your soft things with plea sure.

manly Sir, I should be proud of the honor of being acquainted with those gentlemen;— but, as for the ladies, I don’t understand you.

dimple Why, Sir, I need not tell you, that when a young gentleman is alone with a young lady, he must say some soft things to her fair cheek— indeed the lady will expect it. To be sure, there is not much plea sure, when a man of the world and a "nished coquette meet, who perfectly know each other; but how delicious is it to excite the emotions of joy, hope, expectation, and delight, in the bosom of a lovely girl, who believes every tittle of what you say to be serious.

manly Serious, Sir! In my opinion, the man, who, under pretensions of marriage, can plant thorns in the bosom of an innocent, unsuspecting girl, is more detestable than a common robber, in the same proportion, as private vio lence is more despicable than open force, and money of less value than happiness.

dimple How he awes me by the superiority of his sentiments. [Aside.] As you say, Sir, a gentleman should be cautious how he mentions marriage.

manly Cautious, Sir! No person more approves of an intercourse between the sexes than I do. Female conversation softens our manners, whilst our discourse, from the superiority of our literary advantages, improves their minds. But, in our young country, where there is no such thing as gal- lantry, when a gentleman speaks of love to a lady, whether he mentions marriage, or not, she ought to conclude, either that he meant to insult her, or, that his intentions are the most serious and honorable. How mean, how cruel, is it, by a thousand tender assiduities, to win the affec- tions of an amiable girl, and though you leave her virtue unspotted, to betray her into the appearance of so many tender partialities, that every man of delicacy would suppress his inclination towards her, by supposing her heart engaged! Can any man, for the trivial grati"cation of his leisure hours, affect the happiness of a whole life! His not having spoken of marriage, may add to his per"dy, but can be no excuse for his conduct.

dimple Sir, I admire your sentiments;— they are mine. The light obser- vations that fell from me, were only a princi ple of the tongue; they came not from the heart—my practice has ever disapproved these princi ples.

manly I believe you, Sir. I should with reluctance suppose that those per- nicious sentiments could "nd admittance into the heart of a gentleman.

dimple I am now, Sir, going to visit a family, where, if you please, I will have the honor of introducing you. Mr. Manly’s ward, Miss Letitia, is a young lady of im mense fortune; and his niece, Miss Charlotte Manly is a young lady of great sprightliness and beauty.

manly That gentleman, Sir, is my uncle, and Miss Manly is my sister. dimple The devil she is! [Aside.] Miss Manly your sister, Sir? I rejoice to

hear it, and feel a double plea sure in being known to you.— Plague on him! I wish he was at Boston again with all my soul. [Aside.]

manly Come, Sir, will you go? dimple I will follow you in a moment, Sir. [Exit manly.]

Plague on it! this is unlucky. A "ghting brother is a cursed appendage to a "ne girl. Egad! I just stopped in time; had he not discovered himself, in two minutes more I should have told him how well I was with his sister.— Indeed, I cannot see the satisfaction of an intrigue, if one can’t have the plea sure of communicating it to our friends. [Exit.]

Act Fourth

scene 1 charlotte’s apartment.

[charlotte leading in Maria.] charlotte This is so kind, my sweet friend, to come to see me at this

moment. I declare, if I were going to be married in a few days, as you are, I should scarce have found time to visit my friends.

maria Do you think then that there is an impropriety in it?— How should you dispose of your time?

charlotte Why, I should be shut up in my chamber; and my head would so run upon— upon— upon the solemn ceremony that I was to pass through— I declare it would take me above two hours merely to learn that little monosyllable— Yes. Ah! my dear, your sentimental imagination does not conceive what that little tiny word implies.

maria Spare me your raillery, my sweet friend; I should love your agreeable vivacity at any other time.

charlotte Why this is the very time to amuse you. You grieve me to see you look so unhappy.

maria Have I not reason to look so? charlotte What new grief distresses you? maria Oh! how sweet it is, when the heart is borne down with misfortune,

to recline and repose on the bosom of friendship! Heaven knows, that, although it is improper for a young lady to praise a gentleman, yet I have ever concealed Mr. Dimple’s foibles, and spoke of him as of one whose reputation I expected would be linked with mine: but his late conduct towards me, has turned my coolness into contempt. He behaves as if he meant to insult and disgust me; whilst my father, in the last conversation on the subject of our marriage, spoke of it as a matter which laid near his heart, and in which he would not bear contradiction.

charlotte This works well: oh! the generous Dimple. I’ll endeavor to excite her to discharge him. [Aside.] But, my dear friend, your happi- ness depends on yourself:— Why don’t you discard him? Though the match has been of long standing, I would not be forced to make myself miserable: no parent in the world should oblige me to marry the man I did not like.

maria Oh! my dear, you never lived with your parents, and do not know what induence a father’s frowns have upon a daughter’s heart. Besides, what have I to allege against Mr. Dimple, to justify myself to the world? He carries himself so smoothly, that every one would impute the blame to me, and call me capricious.

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charlotte And call her capricious! Did ever such an objection start into the heart of woman? For my part, I wish I had "fty lovers to discard, for no other reason, than because I did not fancy them. My dear Maria, you will forgive me; I know your candor and con"dence in me; but I have at times, I confess, been led to suppose, that some other gentleman was the cause of your aversion to Mr. Dimple.

maria No, my sweet friend, you may be assured, that though I have seen many gentlemen I could prefer to Mr. Dimple, yet I never saw one that I thought I could give my hand to, until this morning.

charlotte This morning! maria Yes;— one of the strangest accidents in the world. The odious

Dimple, after disgusting me with his conversation, had just left me, when a gentleman, who, it seems, boards in the same house with him, saw him coming out of our door, and the houses looking very much alike, he came into our house instead of his lodgings; nor did he discover his mistake until he got into the parlor, where I was: he then bowed so gracefully; made such a genteel apology, and looked so manly and noble!—

charlotte I see some folks, though it is so great an impropriety, can praise a gentleman, when he happens to be the man of their fancy. [Aside.]

maria I don’t know how it was,— I hope he did not think me indelicate— but I asked him, I believe, to sit down, or pointed to a chair. He sat down and instead of having recourse to observations upon the weather, or hackneyed criticisms upon the theater, he entered readily into a con- versation worthy a man of sense to speak, and a lady of delicacy and senti- ment to hear. He was not strictly handsome, but he spoke the language of sentiment, and his eyes looked tenderness and honor.

charlotte Oh! [eagerly] you sentimental grave girls, when your hearts are once touched, beat us rattles a bar’s length. And so, you are quite in love with this he- angel?

maria In love with him! How can you rattle so, Charlotte? am I not going to be miserable? [Sighs.] In love with a gentleman I never saw but one hour in my life, and don’t know his name!— No: I only wished that the man I shall marry, may look, and talk, and act, just like him. Besides, my dear, he is a married man.

charlotte Why, that was good natured.— He told you so, I suppose, in mere charity, to prevent your falling in love with him?

maria He didn’t tell me so [peevishly]; he looked as if he was married. charlotte How, my dear, did he look sheepish? maria I am sure he has a susceptible heart, and the ladies of his acquain-

tance must be very stupid not to— charlotte Hush! I hear some person coming.

[Enter letitia.] letitia My dear Maria, I am happy to see you. Lud! what a pity it is that

you purchased your wedding clothes. maria I think so. [Sighing.] letitia Why, my dear, there is the sweetest parcel of silks come over you

ever saw. Nancy Brilliant has a full suit come; she sent over her mea sure, and it "ts her to a hair; it is im mensely dressy, and made for a court- hoop. I thought they said the large hoops were going out of fashion.

1. I.e., dressmaker. 2. Inappropriate (French).

charlotte Did you see the hat?— Is it a fact, that the deep laces round the border is still the fashion?

dimple [Within] Upon my honor, Sir! maria Ha! Dimple’s voice! My dear, I must take leave of you. There are

some things necessary to be done at our house.— Can’t I go through the other room?

[Enter dimple and manly.] dimple Ladies, your most obedient. charlotte Miss Van Rough, shall I pres ent my brother Henry to you?

Col o nel Manly, Maria,— Miss Van Rough, brother. maria Her brother! [Turns and sees manly.] Oh! my heart! The very gen-

tleman I have been praising. manly The same amiable girl I saw this morning! charlotte Why, you look as if you were acquainted. manly I unintentionally intruded into this lady’s presence this morning,

for which she was so good as to promise me her forgiveness. charlotte Oh! ho! is that the case! Have these two penserosos been

together? Were they Henry’s eyes that looked so tenderly? [Aside.] And so you promised to pardon him? and could you be so good natured?— have you really forgiven him? I beg you would do it for my sake. [Whispering loud to maria.] But, my dear, as you are in such haste, it would be cruel to detain you: I can show you the way through the other room.

maria Spare me, sprightly friend. manly The lady does not, I hope, intend to deprive us of the plea sure of

her com pany so soon. charlotte She has only a mantua- maker1 who waits for her at home.

But, as I am to give my opinion of the dress, I think she cannot go yet. We were talking of the fashions when you came in; but I suppose the subject must be changed to something of more importance now.— Mr. Dimple, will you favor us with an account of the public entertainments?

dimple Why, really, Miss Manly, you could not have asked me a ques- tion more mal- apropos.2 For my part, I must confess, that to a man who has traveled, there is nothing that is worthy the name of amusement to be found in this city.

charlotte Except visiting the ladies. dimple Pardon me, Madam; that is the avocation of a man of taste. But,

for amusement, I positively know of nothing that can be called so, unless you dignify with that title the hopping once a fortnight to the sound of two or three squeaking "ddles, and the clattering of the old tavern win- dows, or sitting to see the miserable mummers, whom you call actors, murder comedy, and make a farce of tragedy.

manly Do you never attend the theater, Sir? dimple I was tortured there once. charlotte Pray, Mr. Dimple, was it a tragedy or a comedy? dimple Faith, Madam, I cannot tell; for I sat with my back to the stage

all the time, admiring a much better actress than any there;— a lady who played the "ne woman to perfection;— though, by the laugh of the horrid creatures around me, I suppose it was comedy. Yet, on second thoughts,

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it might be some hero in a tragedy, dying so comically as to set the whole house in an uproar.— Colonel, I presume you have been in Eu rope?

manly Indeed, Sir, I was never ten leagues from the continent. dimple Believe me, Col o nel, you have an im mense plea sure to come;

and when you shall have seen the brilliant exhibitions of Eu rope, you will learn to despise the amusements of this country as much as I do.

manly Therefore I do not wish to see them; for I can never esteem that knowledge valuable, which tends to give me a distaste for my native country.

dimple Well, Col o nel, though you have not traveled, you have read. manly I have, a little; and by it have discovered that there is a laudable

partiality, which ignorant, untraveled men entertain for every thing that belongs to their native country. I call it laudable;—it injures no one; adds to their own happiness; and, when extended, becomes the noble princi ple of patriotism. Traveled gentlemen rise superior, in their own opinion, to this: but, if the contempt which they contract for their coun- try is the most valuable acquisition of their travels, I am far from thinking that their time and money are well spent.

maria What noble sentiments! charlotte Let my brother set out from where he will in the "elds of con-

versation, he is sure to end his tour in the temple of gravity. manly Forgive me, my sister. I love my country; it has its foibles

undoubtedly;— some foreigners will with plea sure remark them— but such remarks fall very ungracefully from the lips of her citizens.

dimple You are perfectly in the right, Colonel— Amer i ca has her faults. manly Yes, Sir; and we, her children, should blush for them in private,

and endeavor, as individuals, to reform them. But, if our country has its errors in common with other countries, I am proud to say Amer i ca, I mean the United States, have displayed virtues and achievements which modern nations may admire, but of which they have seldom set us the example.

charlotte But, brother, we must introduce you to some of our gay folks, and let you see the city, such as it is. Mr. Dimple is known to almost every family in town;—he will doubtless take a plea sure in introducing you.

dimple I shall esteem every ser vice I can render your brother an honor. manly I fear the business I am upon will take up all my time, and my

family will be anxious to hear from me. maria His family! But what is it to me that he is married! [Aside.] Pray,

how did you leave your lady, Sir? charlotte My brother is not married [observing her anxiety]; it is only

an odd way he has of expressing himself.— Pray, brother, is this busi- ness which you make your continual excuse, a secret?

manly No sister, I came hither to solicit the honorable Congress that a number of my brave old soldiers may be put upon the pension- list, who were, at "rst, not judged to be so materially wounded as to need the public assistance.— My sister says true: [To maria.] I call my late soldiers my family.— Those who were not in the "eld in the late glorious contest, and those who were, have their respective merits; but, I confess, my old brother- soldiers are dearer to me than the former description. Friendships

3. I.e., Dimple and Letitia remain (Latin). 4. Letter, note.

made in adversity are lasting; our countrymen may forget us; but that is no reason why we should forget one another. But I must leave you; my time of engagement approaches.

charlotte Well, but brother, if you will go, will you please to conduct my fair friend home? You live in the same street;— I was to have gone with her myself—[Aside.] A lucky thought.

maria I am obliged to your sister, Sir, and was just intending to go. [ Going.]

manly I shall attend her with plea sure. [Exit with maria, followed by dimple and charlotte.]

maria Now, pray don’t betray me to your brother. charlotte [ just as she sees him make a motion to take his leave]. One

word with you, brother, if you please. [Follows them out.] [Manent dimple and letitia.]3

dimple You received the billet4 I sent you, I presume? letitia Hush!— Yes. dimple When shall I pay my re spects to you? letitia At eight I shall be unengaged.

[Reenter charlotte.] dimple Did my lovely angel receive my billet? [To charlotte.] charlotte Yes. dimple What hour shall I expect with impatience? charlotte At eight I shall be at home, unengaged. dimple Unfortunate! I have a horrid engagement of business at that

hour.— Can’t you "nish your visit earlier, and let six be the happy hour? charlotte You know your induence over me. [Exeunt severally.]

scene 2

van rough’s house.

[van rough, alone.] van rough It cannot possibly be true! The son of my old friend can’t have

acted so unadvisedly. Seventeen thousand pounds! in bills!— Mr. Trans- fer must have been mistaken. He always appeared so prudent, and talked so well upon money- matters, and even assured me that he intended to change his dress for a suit of clothes which would not cost so much, and look more substantial, as soon as he married. No, no, no! it can’t be; it cannot be.— But, however, I must look out sharp. I did not care what his princi ples or his actions were, so long as he minded the main chance. Seventeen thousand pounds!— If he had lost it in trade, why the best men may have ill- luck; but to game it away, as Transfer says— why, at this rate, his whole estate may go in one night, and, what is ten times worse, mine into the bargain. No, no; Mary is right. Leave women to look out in these matters; for all they look as if they didn’t know a journal from a ledger, when their interest is concerned, they know what’s what; they mind the main chance as well as the best of us.— I won der Mary did not tell me she knew of his spending his money so foolishly. Seventeen thousand pounds! Why, if my daughter was standing up to be married,

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I would forbid the banns, if I found it was to a man who did not mind the main chance.— Hush! I hear somebody coming. ’Tis Mary’s voice: a man with her too! I shouldn’t be surprized if this should be the other string to her bow.— Aye, aye, let them alone; women understand the main chance.— Though, i’ faith, I’ll listen a little. [Retires into a closet.]

[manly leading in maria.] manly I hope you will excuse my speaking upon so impor tant a subject,

so abruptly; but the moment I entered your room, you struck me as the lady whom I had long loved in imagination, and never hoped to see.

maria Indeed, Sir, I have been led to hear more upon this subject than I ought.

manly Do you then disapprove my suit, Madam, or the abruptness of my introducing it? If the latter, my peculiar situation, being obliged to leave the city in a few days, will, I hope, be my excuse; if the former, I will retire: for I am sure I would not give a moment’s inquietude to her, whom I could devote my life to please. I am not so indelicate as to seek your immediate approbation; permit me only to be near you, and by a thousand tender assiduities to endeavor to excite a grateful return.

maria I have a father, whom I would die to make happy—he will disap- prove—

manly Do you think me so ungenerous as to seek a place in your esteem without his consent? You must— you ever ought to consider that man as unworthy of you, who seeks an interest in your heart, contrary to a father’s approbation. A young lady should redect, that the loss of a lover may be supplied, but nothing can compensate for the loss of a parent’s affection. Yet, why do you suppose your father would disapprove? In our country, the affections are not sacri"ced to riches, or family aggrandizement:— should you approve, my family is decent, and my rank honorable.

maria You distress me, Sir. manly Then I will sincerely beg your excuse for obtruding so disagreeable

a subject and retire. [ Going.] maria Stay, Sir! Your generosity and good opinion of me deserve a return;

but why must I declare what, for these few hours, I have scarce suffered myself to think?— I am—

manly What?— maria Engaged, Sir;— and, in a few days, to be married to the gentleman

you saw at your sister’s. manly Engaged to be married! And have I been basely invading the

rights of another? Why have you permitted this— Is this the return for the partiality I declared for you?

maria You distress me, Sir. What would you have me to say? You are too generous to wish the truth: ought I to say that I dared not suffer myself to think of my engagement, and that I am going to give my hand with- out my heart?— Would you have me confess a partiality for you? If so, your triumph is complete; and can be only more so, when days of misery, with the man I cannot love, will make me think of him whom I could prefer.

manly [ after a pause] We are both unhappy; but it is your duty to obey your parent,— mine to obey my honor. Let us, therefore, both follow the path of rectitude; and of this we may be assured, that if we are not

5. Separately. 6. I.e., the fair sex. 7. Churlish person. 8. Jonathan takes “grace” in its religious sense.

9. Full range (of musical notes). 1. Very loud. “Affetuoso”: passionate. “Piano”: soft. These are all musical terms.

happy, we shall, at least deserve to be so. Adieu! I dare not trust myself longer with you. [Exeunt severally.5]

Act Fifth

scene 1 dimple’s lodgings.

[jessamy meeting jonathan.] jessamy Well, Mr. Jonathan, what success with the fair?6 jonathan Why, such a tarnal cross tike7 you never saw!— You would

have counted she had lived upon crabapples and vinegar for a fortnight. But what the rattle makes you look so tarnation glum?

jessamy I was thinking, Mr. Jonathan, what could be the reason of her carry ing herself so coolly to you.

jonathan Coolly, do you call it? Why, I vow, she was "re- hot angry: may be it was because I buss’d her.

jessamy No, no, Mr. Jonathan; there must be some other cause: I never yet knew a lady angry at being kissed.

jonathan Well, if it is not the young woman’s bashfulness, I vow I can’t conceive why she shou’d n’t like me.

jessamy May be it is because you have not the Graces, Mr. Jonathan. jonathan Grace! Why, does the young woman expect I must be con-

verted before I court her?8 jessamy I mean graces of person; for instance, my lord tells us that we

must cut off our nails even at top, in small segments of circles;— though you won’t understand that— In the next place, you must regulate your laugh.

jonathan Maple- log sieze it! don’t I laugh natu ral? jessamy That’s the very fault, Mr. Jonathan. Besides, you absolutely mis-

place it. I was told by a friend of mine that you laughed outright at the play the other night, when you ought only to have tittered.

jonathan Gor! I— what does one go to see fun for if they can’t laugh? jessamy You may laugh;— but you must laugh by rule. jonathan Swamp it— laugh by rule! Well, I should like that tarnally. jessamy Why you know, Mr. Jonathan, that to dance, a lady to play with

her fan, or a gentleman with his cane, and all other natu ral motions, are regulated by art. My master has composed an im mensely pretty gamut,9 by which any lady, or gentleman, with a few years’ close application, may learn to laugh as gracefully as if they were born and bred to it.

jonathan Mercy on my soul! A gamut for laughing— just like fa, la, sol? jessamy Yes. It comprises every pos si ble display of jocularity, from an

affetuoso smile to a piano titter, or full chorus fortissimo1 ha, ha, ha! My master employs his leisure- hours in marking out the plays, like a cathedral chanting- book, that the ignorant may know where to laugh; and that pit, box, and gallery may keep time together, and not have a snigger in one

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2. Surly, grim. “Chanting- book”: i.e., hymnal. “Pit”: play house area nearest the stage. “Gal- lery”: balcony. 3. I.e., in an oratorio by the German- born British composer George Frederic Handel (1685–1759), performed at Westminster Abbey, in London.

4. In Baroque music, the bass part. 5. En glish dramatist (1572–1637). 6. From the oath “God’s blood and wounds.” “Pluckily”: perhaps pun to go with “gizzard,” for “pluck” means not only courage but also the heart, liver, and lungs of a slaughtered animal.

part of the house, a broad grin in the other, and a d— d grum2 look in the third. How delightful to see the audience all smile together, then look on their books, then twist their mouths into an agreeable simper, then altogether shake the house with a general ha, ha, ha! loud as a full chorus of Handel’s, at an Abbey- commemoration.3

jonathan Ha, ha, ha! that’s dang’d cute, I swear. jessamy The gentlemen, you see, will laugh the tenor; the ladies will

play the counter- tenor; the beaux will squeak the treble; and our jolly friends in the gallery a thorough bass,4 ho, ho, ho!

jonathan Well, can’t you let me see that gamut? jessamy Oh! yes, Mr. Jonathan; here it is. [Takes out a book.] Oh! no,

this is only a titter with its variations. Ah, here it is. [Takes out another.] Now you must know, Mr. Jonathan, this is a piece written by Ben Jonson,5 which I have set to my master’s gamut. The places where you must smile, look grave, or laugh outright, are marked below the line. Now look over me.— “ There was a certain man”— now you must smile.

jonathan Well, read it again; I warrant I’ll mind my eye. jessamy “ There was a certain man, who had a sad scolding wife,”— now

you must laugh. jonathan Tarnation! That’s no laughing matter, though. jessamy “And she lay sick a- dying”;— now you must titter. jonathan What, snigger when the good woman’s a- dying! Gor, I— jessamy Yes; the notes say you must— “And she asked her husband leave

to make a will,”— now you must begin to look grave;— “and her husband said”—

johnathan Ay, what did her husband say?— Something dang’d cute, I reckon.

jessamy “And her husband said, you have had your will all your life time, and would you have it after you are dead too?”

jonathan Ho, ho, ho! There the old man was even with her; he was up to the notch—ha, ha, ha!

jessamy But, Mr. Jonathan, you must not laugh so. Why, you ought to have tittered piano, and you have laughed fortissimo. Look here; you see these marks, A. B. C. and so on; these are the references to the other part of the book. Let us turn to it, and you will see the directions how to manage the muscles. This [turns over] was note D you blundered at.— “You must purse the mouth into a smile, then titter, discovering the lower part of the three front upper teeth.”

jonathan How! read it again. jessamy “ There was a certain man”— very well!— “who had a sad scold-

ing wife,”— why don’t you laugh? jonathan Now, that scolding wife sticks in my gizzard so pluckily, that I

can’t laugh for the blood and nowns6 of me. Let me look grave here, and I’ll laugh your belly full where the old creature’s a- dying.—

7. I.e., the marriage been publicly announced.

jessamy “And she asked her husband”—[Bell rings.] My master’s bell! he’s returned, I fear— Here, Mr. Jonathan, take this gamut; and, I make no doubt but with a few years’ close application, you may be able to smile gracefully. [Exeunt severally.]

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charlotte’s apartment.

[Enter manly] manly What, no one at home? How unfortunate to meet the only lady

my heart was ever moved by, to "nd her engaged to another, and confess- ing her partiality for me! Yet engaged to a man, who, by her intimation, and his libertine conversation with me, I fear, does not merit her. Aye! there’s the sting; for, were I assured that Maria was happy, my heart is not so sel"sh, but that it would dilate in knowing it, even though it were with another.— But to know she is unhappy!— I must drive these thoughts from me. Charlotte has some books; and this is what I believe she calls her little library. [Enters a closet.]

[Enter dimple leading letitia.] letitia And will you pretend to say, now, Mr. Dimple, that you propose

to break with Maria? Are not the banns published?7 Are not the clothes purchased? Are not the friends invited? In short, is it not a done affair?

dimple Believe me, my dear Letitia, I would not marry her. letitia Why have you not broke with her before this, as you all along

deluded me by saying you would? dimple Because I was in hopes she would ere this have broke with me. letitia You could not expect it. dimple Nay, but be calm a moment; ’twas from my regard to you that I

did not discard her. letitia Regard to me! dimple Yes; I have done every thing in my power to break with her, but

the foolish girl is so fond of me, that nothing can accomplish it. Besides, how can I offer her my hand, when my heart is indissolubly engaged to you?—

letitia There may be reason in this; but why so attentive to Miss Manly? dimple Attentive to Miss Manly! For heaven’s sake, if you have no better

opinion of my constancy, pay not so ill a compliment to my taste. letitia Did I not see you whisper her to- day? dimple Possibly I might— but something of so very triding a nature, that

I have already forgot what it was. letitia I believe, she has not forgot it. dimple My dear creature, how can you for a moment suppose I should

have any serious thoughts of that triding, gay, dighty coquette, that disagreeable—

[Enter charlotte.] dimple My dear Miss Manly, I rejoice to see you; there is a charm in your

conversation that always marks your entrance into com pany as fortunate. letitia Where have you been, my dear?

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8. Warm ale or wine, mixed with bread, sugar, eggs, and spices. 9. Private conversation of two people (French).

1. Lines 75–76 of “Eloisa to Abelard,” by the En glish poet Alexander Pope (1688–1744).

charlotte Why, I have been about to twenty shops, turning over pretty things, and so have left twenty visits unpaid. I wish you would step into the carriage and whisk round, make my apology, and leave my cards where our friends are not at home; that you know will serve as a visit. Come, do go.

letitia So anxious to get me out! but I’ll watch you. [Aside.] Oh! yes, I’ll go; I want a little exercise.— Positively [dimple offering to accompany her], Mr. Dimple, you shall not go, why, half my visits are cake and caudle8 visits; it won’t do, you know, for you to go.—

[Exit, but returns to the door in the back scene and listens.] dimple This attachment of your brother to Maria is fortunate. charlotte How did you come to the knowledge of it? dimple I read it in their eyes. charlotte And I had it from her mouth. It would have amused you to

have seen her! She that thought it so great an impropriety to praise a gentleman, that she could not bring out one word in your favor, found a redundancy to praise him.

dimple I have done every thing in my power to assist his passion there: your delicacy, my dearest girl, would be shocked at half the instances of neglect and misbehavior.

charlotte I don’t know how I should bear neglect; but Mr. Dimple must misbehave himself indeed, to forfeit my good opinion.

dimple Your good opinion, my angel, is the pride and plea sure of my heart; and if the most respectful tenderness for you and an utter indif- ference for all your sex besides, can make me worthy of your esteem, I shall richly merit it.

charlotte All my sex besides, Mr. Dimple— you forgot your tête- à- tête9 with Letitia.

dimple How can you, my lovely angel, cast a thought on that insipid, wry- mouthed, ugly creature!

charlotte But her fortune may have charms? dimple Not to a heart like mine. The man who has been blessed with

the good opinion of my Charlotte, must despise the allurements of fortune.

charlotte I am satis"ed. dimple Let us think no more on the odious subject, but devote the pres ent

hour to happiness. charlotte Can I be happy, when I see the man I prefer going to be

married to another? dimple Have I not already satis"ed my charming angel that I can never

think of marrying the puling Maria. But, even if it were so, could that be any bar to our happiness; for, as the poet sings—

Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment dies.1

Come then, my charming angel! why delay our bliss! The pres ent moment is ours; the next is in the hand of fate. [Kissing her.]

2. I.e., the devil. 3. Awkward pronunciation of “hysterics.”

4. I.e., from the rear of the acting area.

charlotte Begone, Sir! By your delusions you had almost lulled my hon- our asleep.

dimple Let me lull the demon to sleep again with kisses. [He strug gles with her; she screams.]

[Enter manly.] manly Turn, villain! and defend yourself.—

[Draws. van rough enters and beats down their swords.] van rough Is the devil in you? are you going to murder one another?

[Holding dimple.] dimple Hold him, hold him,— I can command my passion.

[Enter jonathan.] jonathan What are the rattle ails you? Is the old one2 in you? Let the col-

o nel alone, can’t you? I feel chock full of "ght,—do you want to kill the colonel?—

manly Be still, Jonathan; the gentleman does not want to hurt me. jonathan Gor! I— I wish he did; I’d shew him Yankee boys play, pretty

quick— Don’t you see you have frightened the young woman into the hystrikes?3

van rough Pray, some of you explain this; what has been the occasion of all this racket?

manly That gentleman can explain it to you; it will be a very diverting story for an intended father- in- law to hear.

van rough How was this matter, Mr. Van Dumpling? dimple Sir, upon my honor— all I know is, that I was talking to this young

lady, and this gentleman broke in on us, in a very extraordinary manner. van rough Why, all this is nothing to the purpose: can you explain it,

Miss? [To charlotte.] [Enter letitia through the back scene.4]

letitia I can explain it to that gentleman’s confusion. Though long betrothed to your daughter [to van rough], yet allured by my fortune, it seems (with shame do I speak it), he has privately paid his addresses to me. I was drawn in to listen to him by his assuring me that the match was made by his father without his consent, and that he proposed to break with Maria, whether he married me or not. But what ever were his inten- tions respecting your daughter, Sir, even to me he was false; for he has repeated the same story, with some cruel redections upon my person, to Miss Manly.

jonathan What a tarnal curse! letitia Nor is this all, Miss Manly. When he was with me this very

morning, he made the same ungenerous redections upon the weakness of your mind as he has so recently done upon the defects of my person.

jonathan What a tarnal curse and damn too! dimple Ha! since I have lost Letitia, I believe I had as good make it up

with Maria— Mr. Van Rough, at pres ent I cannot enter into particulars; but, I believe I can explain every thing to your satisfaction in private.

van rough There is another matter, Mr. Van Dumpling, which I would have you explain:— pray, Sir, have Messrs. Van Cash and Co. presented you those bills for ac cep tance?

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5. French statesman and general (1757–1834) who fought with the Continental Army in 1780 and 1781.

6. I.e., denounce you as. 7. I.e., court.

dimple The deuce! Has he heard of those bills! Nay, then, all’s up with Maria, too; but an affair of this sort can never prejudice me among the ladies; they will rather long to know what the dear creature possesses to make him so agreeable. [Aside.] Sir, you’ll hear from me. [To manly.]

manly And you from me, Sir.— dimple Sir, you wear a sword.— manly Yes, Sir:— This sword was presented to me by that brave Gallic

hero, the Marquis De La Fayette.5 I have drawn it in the ser vice of my country, and in private life, on the only occasion where a man is justi- "ed in drawing his sword, in defence of a lady’s honor. I have fought too many battles in the ser vice of my country to dread the imputation of cowardice.— Death from a man of honor would be a glory you do not merit; you shall live to bear the insult of man, and the contempt of that sex, whose general smiles afforded you all your happiness.

dimple You won’t meet me, Sir?— Then I’ll post you6 a coward. manly I’ll venture that, Sir.— The reputation of my life does not depend

upon the breath of a Mr. Dimple. I would have you to know, however, Sir, that I have a cane to chastise the insolence of a scoundrel, and a sword and the good laws of my country, to protect me from the attempts of an assassin.—

dimple Mighty well! Very "ne, indeed!— ladies and gentlemen, I take my leave, and you will please to observe, in the case of my deportment, the contrast between a gentleman, who has read Chester"eld and received the polish of Eu rope, and an unpolished, untraveled American. [Exit.]

[Enter maria.] maria Is he indeed gone?— letitia I hope never to return. van rough I am glad I heard of those bills; though it’s plaguy unlucky; I

hoped to see Mary married before I died. manly Will you permit a gentleman, Sir, to offer himself as a suitor to

your daughter? Though a stranger to you, he is not altogether so to her, or unknown in this city. You may "nd a son- in- law of more fortune, but you can never meet with one who is richer in love for her, or res pect for you.

van rough Why, Mary, you have not let this gentleman make love to7 you without my leave?

manly I did not say, Sir— maria Say, Sir!— I— the gentleman, to be sure, met me accidentally. van rough Ha, ha, ha! Mark me, Mary; young folks think old folks to be

fools; but old folks know young folks to be fools.— Why, I knew all about this affair:— This was only a cunning way I had to bring it about— Hark ye! I was in the closet when you and he were at our house. [Turns to the com pany.] I heard that little baggage say she loved her old father, and would die to make him happy! Oh! how I loved the little baggage!— And you talked very prudently, young man. I have inquired into your charac- ter, and "nd you to be a man of punctuality and mind the main chance. And so, as you love Mary, and Mary loves you, you shall have my consent

immediately to be married. I’ll settle my fortune on you, and go and live with you the remainder of my life.

manly Sir, I hope— van rough Come, come, no "ne speeches; mind the main chance, young

man, and you and I shall always agree. letitia I sincerely wish you joy [advancing to maria]; and hope your

pardon for my conduct. maria I thank you for your congratulations, and hope we shall at once

forget the wretch who has given us so much disquiet, and the trou ble that he has occasioned.

charlotte And I, my dear Maria,— how shall I look up to you for for- giveness? I, who, in the practice of the meanest arts, have violated the most sacred rights of friendship? I can never forgive myself, or hope charity from the world, but I confess I have much to hope from such a brother! and I am happy that I may soon say, such a sister.—

maria My dear, you distress me; you have all my love. manly And mine. charlotte If repentance can entitle me to forgiveness, I have already

much merit; for I despise the littleness of my past conduct. I now "nd, that the heart of any worthy man cannot be gained by invidious attacks upon the rights and characters of others;—by countenancing the addresses of a thousand;—or that the "nest assemblage of features, the greatest taste in dress, the genteelest address, or the most brilliant wit, cannot even- tually secure a coquette from contempt and ridicule.

manly And I have learned that probity, virtue, honor, though they should not have received the polish of Eu rope, will secure to an honest American the good graces of his fair countrywoman, and, I hope, the applause of The Public.

[Curtain.]

1787 1790

HANNAH WEBSTER FOSTER 1758–1840

T he development of the American novel lagged behind that of its En glish coun-terpart by half a century, with colonists reading works imported from Britain and the Continent. The Revolution inspired nationalistic literary energies, and after 1789— which saw the publication of William Hill Brown’s The Power of Sym- pathy, usually considered the "rst homegrown American novel— several impor tant novelists emerged, including Hill Brown (1765–1793), Hugh Henry Brackenridge (1748–1816), and Susanna Rowson (c. 1762–1824). Most of the pioneering American novels derived from En glish literary traditions: either the Gothic "ction initiated by

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Horace Walpole’s The Castle of Otranto (1764) or the seduction tale typi"ed by Samuel Richardson’s Cla ris sa, or, The History of a Young Lady (1747–48). In the United States, these and other Eu ro pean models lent themselves to new uses as writ- ers sought to examine the implications of the po liti cal and social transformations that the Revolution set in motion. These transformations were particularly evident in the "ction of early American women writers such as Hannah Webster Foster.

Foster was born in the seacoast town of Salisbury, Mas sa chu setts. Her father, Grant Webster, was a wealthy merchant whose wife, Hannah Wainwright, died four years after their daughter’s birth. Well- educated, prob ably at one of the female academies that proliferated during this period, Hannah Webster had moved to Bos- ton by her early teens, and there she began writing essays for newspapers and peri- odicals. In 1785 she married John Foster, a Congregational clergyman who had graduated from Dartmouth College. They settled in Brighton, Mas sa chu setts, south of Boston, where Foster ministered until 1827 and where the couple raised their six children. After John’s death in 1829, Hannah moved to Montreal, Canada, to live with her daughters, Harriet Vaughan Cheney and Eliza Lanesford Cushing, both writers themselves.

Foster wrote two novels, The Coquette; or, The History of Eliza Wharton; A Novel; Founded on Fact. By a Lady of Mas sa chu setts (1797) and The Boarding School; or, Les- sons of a Preceptress to Her Pupils (1798). The latter, her lesser- known work, treats female education in a young ladies’ acad emy and consists of the teacher’s advice to her students, as well as letters from students to each other where they comment on the effectiveness of her lessons. This work, though in ter est ing for what it suggests about Foster’s educational background and for its advocacy of women’s education at a time when even elite women had few opportunities for formal schooling, lacks the narrative drive and psychological complexity of her more famous and much reprinted work, The Coquette.

Many of Foster’s contemporaries distrusted “"ction”— late- eighteenth- century Americans preferred straightforward didactic works based on “true” experiences— and, as her subtitle indicates, Foster responded to this preference for “fact,” drawing The Coquette at least partly from a sensational event that had preoccupied New En glanders a de cade earlier. The basic circumstances of that incident are that Eliza- beth Whitman, a well- regarded young woman from Hartford, Connecticut, rejected a number of suitors who did not meet her expectations. She then became enamored of and was seduced by a man who abandoned her when he learned she was preg- nant. Whitman traveled alone to a public inn, then lived there until she delivered a stillborn child. Her own death, from complications of the childbirth, followed quickly and made her the subject of countless warnings about the dangers of unchecked passions. Fruitless speculation about the seducer’s identity occupied the curious for years, and suspicion fell on a number of prominent citizens, including a grand son of the famed revivalist minister Jonathan Edwards.

The strength of Foster’s approach to this episode resides in her attempt to under- stand how the character she calls Eliza Wharton could have gotten into such a desperate situation. Wharton is not immoral, but she values her in de pen dence and fears its loss if she marries. She is attracted to Peter Sanford, a pretentious rake who becomes infatuated with her and, recognizing her weakness in the face of dattery, sets out to add her name to the list of those he has seduced. He lures her with dow- ery words, apparent wealth, and a relish for living luxuriously, which arouse the suspicions of Wharton’s friends but appeal to her own love of plea sure. Wharton’s other suitor, the Reverend Boyer, shares many qualities and expectations with her father and her "ancé, both recently deceased. By contrast, Sanford seems fresh and exciting.

Written as an epistolary novel, with Wharton baring her soul to her con"dantes and Sanford bragging rudely to a friend, The Coquette cuts two ways. It shows how

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women of the new nation were prevented from attaining psychological as well as social and intellectual equality in a patriarchal society, even as it counsels middle- class women to give up dreams better suited to an aristocratic way of life. Intelligent, lively, and forthright, Wharton yearns for more than a one- sided contract— marriage— that circumscribes women’s ambitions. Her pitiful end is not just a warning against the seducer’s wiles but an indictment of cultural norms that, at best, prescribed a subordinate role for women and, at worst, punished women when they did not meet social expectations.

The Coquette; or, The History of Eliza Wharton. A Novel. Founded on Fact. By a Lady of Mas sa chu setts.1

Letter I

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

An unusual sensation possesses my breast; a sensation, which I once thought could never pervade it on any occasion what ever. It is plea sure; plea sure, my dear Lucy, on leaving my paternal roof! Could you have believed that the darling child of an indulgent and dearly beloved mother would feel a gleam of joy at leaving her? But so it is. The melancholy, the gloom, the condolence, which surrounded me for a month after the death of Mr. Haly, had depressed my spirits, and palled every enjoyment of life. Mr. Haly was a man of worth; a man of real and substantial merit. He is therefore deeply, and justly regret- ted by his friends; he was chosen to be a future guardian, and companion for me, and was, therefore, beloved by mine. As their choice; as a good man, and a faithful friend, I esteemed him. But no one acquainted with the dis- parity of our tempers and dispositions, our views and designs, can suppose my heart much engaged in the alliance. Both nature and education had instilled into my mind an implicit obedience to the will and desires of my parents. To them, of course, I sacri"ced my fancy in this affair; determined that my reason should concur with theirs; and on that to risk my future hap- piness. I was the more encouraged, as I saw, from our "rst acquaintance, his declining health; and expected, that the event would prove as it has. Think not, however, that I rejoice in his death. No; far be it from me; for though I believe that I never felt the passion of love for Mr. Haly; yet a habit of con- versing with him, of hearing daily the most virtuous, tender, and affection- ate sentiments from his lips, inspired emotions of the sincerest friendship and esteem.

He is gone. His fate is unalterably, and I trust, happily "xed. He lived the life, and died the death of the righ teous. O that my last end may be like his! This event will, I hope, make a suitable and abiding impression upon my mind; teach me the fading nature of all sublunary enjoyments, and the little dependence which is to be placed on earthly felicity. Whose situation was more agreeable; whose prospects more dattering, than Mr. Haly’s? Social,

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domestic, and connubial joys were fondly anticipated, and friends, and for- tune seemed ready to crown every wish! Yet animated by still brighter hopes, he cheerfully bid them all adieu. In conversation with me, but a few days before his exit; “ There is” said he, “but one link in the chain of life, undissevered; that, my dear Eliza, is my attachment to you. But God is wise and good in all his ways; and in this, as in all other re spects, I would cheer- fully say, His will be done.”

You, my friend, were witness to the concluding scene; and therefore, I need not describe it.

I shall only add, on the subject, that if I have wisdom and prudence to follow his advice and example; if his prayers for my temporal and eternal welfare be heard and answered, I shall be happy indeed.

The disposition of mind, which I now feel, I wish to cultivate. Calm, placid, and serene; thoughtful of my duty, and benevolent to all around me, I wish for no other connection than that of friendship.

This letter is all egotism. I have even neglected to mention the respect- able and happy friends with whom I reside; but will do it in my next. Write soon, and often; and believe me sincerely yours,

Eliza Wharton.

Letter II

to the same

New- Haven

Time, which effaces every occasional impression, I "nd gradually dispelling the pleasing pensiveness, which the melancholy event, the subject of my last, had diffused over my mind. Naturally cheerful, volatile, and unredect- ing, the opposite disposition, I have found to contain sources of enjoyment, which I was before unconscious of possessing.

My friends, here, are the picture of conjugal felicity. The situation is delightful. The visiting parties perfectly agreeable. Every thing tends to facil- itate the return of my accustomed vivacity. I have written to my mother, and received an answer. She praises my fortitude, and admires the philosophy which I have exerted, under what she calls, my heavy bereavement. Poor woman! She little thinks that my heart was untouched; and when that is unaffected, other sentiments and passions make but a transient impression. I have been, for a month or two, excluded from the gay world; and, indeed, fancied myself soaring above it. It is now that I begin to descend, and "nd my natu ral propensity for mixing in the busy scenes and active pleasures of life returning. I have received your letter; your moral lecture rather; and be assured, my dear, your monitorial lessons and advice shall be attended to. I believe I shall never again resume those airs, which you term coquettish, but which I think deserve a softer appellation; as they proceed from an innocent heart, and are the effusions of a youthful, and cheerful mind. We are all invited to spend the day, tomorrow, at Col. Farington’s, who has an elegant seat in this neighborhood. Both he and his Lady are strangers to me; but the friends, by whom I am introduced, will procure me a welcome reception. Adieu.

Eliza Wharton.

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2. Dismissed.

Letter III

to the same

New- Haven

Is it time for me to talk again of conquests? or must I only enjoy them in silence? I must write to you the impulses of my mind; or I must not write at all. You are not so morose, as to wish me to become a nun, would our coun- try and religion allow it. I ventured yesterday to throw aside the habiliments of mourning, and to array myself in those more adapted to my taste. We arrived at Col. Farington’s about one o’clock. The Col. handed me out of the carriage, and introduced me to a large com pany assembled in the hall. My name was pronounced with an emphasis; and I was received with the most dattering tokens of res pect. When we were summoned to dinner, a young gentleman in a clerical dress offered me his hand, and led me to a table furnished with an elegant and sumptuous repast, with more gallantry and address than commonly fall to the share of students. He sat opposite me at table; and whenever I raised my eye, it caught his. The ease and politeness of his manners, with his par tic u lar attention to me, raised my curiosity, and induced me to ask Mrs. Laiton who he was? She told me that his name was Boyer; that he was descended from a worthy family; had passed with honor and applause through the university where he was educated; had since studied divinity with success; and now had a call to settle as a minister in one of the "rst parishes in a neighbouring state.

The gates of a spacious garden were thrown open, at this instant; and I accepted with avidity an invitation to walk in it. Mirth and hilarity pre- vailed, and the moments ded on downy wings; while we traced the beauties of art and nature, so liberally displayed, and so happily blended in this delight- ful retreat. An enthusiastic admirer of scenes like these, I had rambled some way from the com pany, when I was followed by Mrs. Laiton to offer her con- dolence on the supposed loss, which I had sustained, in the death of Mr. Haly. My heart rose against the woman, so ignorant of human nature, as to think such conversation acceptable at such a time. I made her little reply, and waved2 the subject, though I could not immediately dispel the gloom which it excited.

The absurdity of a custom, authorizing people at a "rst interview to revive the idea of griefs, which time has lulled; perhaps obliterated, is intolerable. To have our enjoyments arrested by the empty compliments of unthinking persons, for no other reason, than a compliance with fashion is to be treated in a manner, which the laws of humanity forbid.

We were soon joined by the gentlemen, who each selected his partner, and the walk was prolonged.

Mr. Boyer offered me his arm, which I gladly accepted; happy to be relieved from the impertinence of my female companion. We returned to tea, after which the ladies sung and played by turns on the Piano Forte; while some of the gentlemen accompanied with the dute, the clarinet, and the violin, forming in the whole a very decent concert. An elegant supper, and half an hour’s conversation after it, closed the eve ning; when we returned home,

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3. In Greek my thol ogy, the god of sleep and dreams. 4. See 1 Kings 10. The Queen of Sheba had heard of Solomon’s wisdom, and when she met

him, she asked him many questions, all of which he answered. Hence she was impressed and spoke these words to indicate that she had not been told how wise he really was.

delighted with our entertainment and pleased with ourselves and each other. My imagination is so impressed with the festive scenes of the day, that Morpheus3 waves his ebon- wand in vain. The eve ning is "ne beyond the power of description! All nature is serene and harmonious; in perfect uni- son with my pres ent disposition of mind. I have been taking a retrospect of my past life; and a few juvenile follies excepted, which I trust the recording angel has blotted out with the tear of charity, "nd an approving conscience, and a heart at ease. Fortune, indeed, has not been very liberal of her gifts to me; but I presume on a large stock in the bank of friendship, which, united with health and innocence, give me some pleasing anticipations of future felicity.

What ever my fate may be, I shall always continue your Eliza Wharton.

Letter IV

to mr. selby

New- Haven

You ask me, my friend, whether I am in pursuit of truth, or a lady? I answer, both. I hope and trust they are united; and really expect to "nd truth and the virtues and graces besides in a fair form. If you mean by the "rst part of your question, whether I am searching into the sublimer doctrines of reli- gion? To these I would by no means be inattentive; but to be honest my stud- ies of that kind have been very much interrupted of late. The respectable circle of acquaintances with which I am honored here, has rendered my visits very frequent and numerous. In one of these I was introduced to Miss Eliza Wharton; a young lady whose elegant person, accomplished mind, and polished manners have been much celebrated. Her fame has often reached me; but, as the queen of Sheba said to Solomon, the half was not told me.4 You will think, that I talk in the style of a lover. I confess it, nor am I ashamed to rank myself among the professed admirers of this lovely fair one. I am in no danger, however, of becoming an enthusiastic devotee. No, I mean to act upon just and rational princi ples. Expecting soon to settle in an eligible situ- ation, if such a companion as I am persuaded she will make me, may fall to my lot, I shall deem myself as happy as this state of imperfection will admit. She is now resident at Gen. Richman’s. The general and his lady are her par- tic u lar friends. They are warm in her praises. They tell me, however, that she is naturally of a gay disposition. No matter for that; it is an agreeable quality, where there is discretion suf"cient for its regulation. A cheerful friend, much more a cheerful wife is peculiarly necessary to a person of a studious and sedentary life. They dispel the gloom of retirement, and exhila- rate the spirits depressed by intense application. She was formerly addressed by the late Mr. Haly of Boston. He was not, it seems, the man of her choice; but her parents were extremely partial to him, and wished the connection to take place. She, like a dutiful child, sacri"ced her own inclination to their

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5. Reveals.

plea sure, so far as to acquiesce in his visits. This she more easily accom- plished, as his health, which declined from their "rst acquaintance, led her to suppose, as the event has proved, that he would not live to enter into any lasting engagements. Her father, who died some months before him, invited him to reside at his house, for the bene"t of a change of air, agreeably to the advice of his physicians. She attended him during his last illness, with all the care and assiduity of a nurse; and with all the sympathizing tenderness of a sister.

I have had several opportunities of conversing with her. She discovers5 an elevated mind, a ready apprehension, and an accurate knowledge of the vari ous subjects which have been brought into view. I have not yet intro- duced the favorite subject of my heart. Indeed she seems studiously to avoid noticing any expression which leads towards it. But she must hear it soon. I am sure of the favor and interest of the friends with whom she resides. They have promised to speak previously in my behalf. I am to call as if acci- dentally this after noon, just as they are to ride abroad. They are to refer me to Miss Wharton for entertainment, till their return. What a delightful opportunity for my purpose! I am counting the hours, nay, the very moments. Adieu. You shall soon hear again from your most obedient,

J. Boyer.

Letter V

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

These bewitching charms of mine have a tendency to keep my mind in a state of perturbation. I am so pestered with these admirers; not that I am so very handsome neither; but I don’t know how it is, I am certainly very much the taste of the other sex. Followed, dattered, and caressed; I have cards and compliments in profusion. But I must try to be serious; for I have, alas! one serious lover. As I promised you to be par tic u lar in my writing, I suppose I must proceed methodically. Yesterday we had a party to dine. Mr. Boyer was of the number. His attention was immediately engrossed; and I soon perceived that every word, every action, and every look was studied to gain my approbation. As he sat next me at dinner, his assiduity and politeness were pleasing; and as we walked together afterwards, his conversation was improving. Mine was sentimental and sedate; perfectly adapted to the taste of my gallant. Nothing, however, was said particularly expressive of his apparent wishes. I studiously avoided every kind of discourse which might lead to this topic. I wish not for a declaration from anyone, especially from one whom I could not repulse and do not intend to encourage at pres ent. His conversation, so similar to what I had often heard from a similar character, brought a deceased friend to mind, and rendered me somewhat pensive. I retired directly after supper. Mr. Boyer had just taken leave.

Mrs. Richman came into my chamber as she was passing to her own. Excuse my intrusion, Eliza, said she; I thought I would just step in and ask you if you have passed a pleasant day?

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6. Strewn.

Perfectly so, madam; and I have now retired to protract the enjoyment by recollection. What, my dear, is your opinion of our favorite Mr.  Boyer? Declaring him your favorite, madam, is suf"cient to render me partial to him. But to be frank, in de pen dent of that, I think him an agreeable man. Your heart, I presume, is now free? Yes, and I hope it will long remain so. Your friends, my dear, solicitous for your welfare, wish to see you suitably and agreeably connected. I hope my friends will never again interpose in my concerns of that nature. You, madam, who have ever known my heart, are sensible, that had the Almighty spared life, in a certain instance, I must have sacri"ced my own happiness, or incurred their censure. I am young, gay, volatile. A melancholy event has lately extricated me from those shackles, which parental authority had imposed on my mind. Let me then enjoy that freedom which I so highly prize. Let me have opportunity, unbiassed by opinion, to gratify my natu ral disposition in a participation of those pleasures which youth and innocence afford. Of such pleasures, no one, my dear, would wish to deprive you. But beware, Eliza!— Though strowed6 with dowers, when contemplated by your lively imagination, it is, after all, a slippery, thorny path. The round of fash ion able dissipation is dangerous. A phantom is often pursued, which leaves its deluded votary the real form of wretchedness. She spoke with an emphasis, and taking up her candle, wished me a good night. I had not power to return the com- pliment. Something seemingly prophetic in her looks and expressions cast a momentary gloom upon my mind! But I despise those contracted ideas which con"ne virtue to a cell. I have no notion of becoming a recluse. Mrs. Richman has ever been a beloved friend of mine; yet I always thought her rather prudish. Adieu,

Eliza Wharton.

Letter VI

to the same

New- Haven

I had scarcely seated myself at the breakfast table this morning, when a servant entered with a card of invitation from Major Sanford, requesting the happiness of my hand this eve ning, at a ball, given by Mr. Atkins, about three miles from this. I showed the billet to Mrs. Richman, saying, I have not much acquaintance with this gentleman, madam; but I suppose his character suf"ciently respectable to warrant an af"rmative answer. He is a gay man, my dear, to say no more, and such are the companions we wish, when we join a party avowedly formed for plea sure. I then stepped into my apartment, wrote an answer, and dispatched the servant. When I returned to the parlour, something disapprobating appeared in the countenances of both my friends. I endeavored without seeming to observe, to dissipate it by chit chat; but they were better pleased with each other than with me; and soon rising, walked into the garden, and left me to amuse myself alone. My eyes followed them through the win dow. Happy pair, said I. Should it ever

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be my fate to wear the hymenial chain,7 may I be thus united! The purest and most ardent affection, the greatest consonance of taste and disposition, and the most congenial virtue and wishes distinguish this lovely couple. Health and wealth with every attendant blessing preside over their favored dwelling, and shed their benign induence without alloy. The consciousness of exciting their dis plea sure gave me pain; but I consoled myself with the idea that it was ill founded.

They should consider, said I, that they have no satisfaction to look for beyond each other.

There every enjoyment is centered; but I am a poor solitary being, who needs some amusement beyond what I can supply myself. The mind, after being con"ned at home for a while, sends the imagination abroad in quest of new trea sures, and the body may as well accompany it, for ought I can see.

General Richman and lady have ever appeared solicitous to promote my happiness since I have resided with them. They have urged my ac cep tance of invitations to join parties, though they have not been much themselves, of late; as Mrs. Richman’s pres ent circumstances render her fond of retire- ment. What reason can be assigned for their apparent reluctance to this eve ning’s entertainment is to me incomprehensible; but I shall apply the chemical powers of friendship, and extract the secret from Mrs. Richman tomorrow if not before. Adieu. I am now summoned to dinner, and after that shall be engaged in preparation till the wished for hour of hilarity and mirth engrosses every faculty of your

Eliza Wharton.

Letter VII

to mr. selby

New- Haven

Divines need not declaim, nor phi los o phers expatiate on the disappoint- ments of human life! Are they not legibly written on every page of our exis- tence? Are they not predominantly prevalent over every period of our lives?

When I closed my last letter to you, my heart exulted in the pleasing antic- ipation of promised bliss; my wishes danced on the light breezes of hope, and my imagination dared to arrest the attention, and even claim a return of affection from the lovely Eliza Wharton! But imagination only, it has proved; and that dashed with the bitter ranklings of jealousy and suspicion.

But to resume my narrative. I reached the mansion of my friend about four. I was disagreeably struck with the appearance of a carriage at the door, as it raised an idea of com pany which might frustrate my plan; but still more disagreeable were my sensations, when, on entering the parlour, I found Major Sanford evidently in a waiting posture. I was very politely received; and when Eliza entered the room with a brilliance of appearance and gaiety of manner, which I had never before connected with her character, I rose, as did Major Sanford who offered his hand, and led her to a chair. I forgot to sit down again, but stood trans"xed by the pangs of disappointment. Miss Whar-

7. I.e., to enter the marital bond. In Greek my thol ogy, Hymen is the god of marriage.

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8. In a depressed state (“hypo” being Greek for “down”).

ton appeared somewhat confused; but soon resuming her vivacity, desired me to be seated; inquired after my health, and made some commonplace remarks on the weather. Then apologizing for leaving me, gave her hand again to Major Sanford, who had previously risen, and reminded her that the time and their engagements made it necessary to leave the good com pany; which, indeed, they both appeared very willing to do. General Richman and lady took every method in their power to remove my chagrin, and atone for the absence of my fair one, but ill did they succeed. They told me that Miss Wharton had not the most distant idea of my visiting there, this after noon; much less of the design of my visit; that for some months together, she had been lately con"ned by the sickness of Mr. Haly, whom she attended during the whole of his last illness; which con"nement had eventually increased her desire of indulging her natu ral disposition for gaiety. She had, however, they said, an excellent heart and redecting mind, a great share of sensibility, and a temper peculiarly formed for the enjoyments of social life. But this gentleman, madam, who is her gallant this evening—is his character unex- ceptionable? Will a lady of delicacy associate with an immoral, not to say prodigate man? The rank and fortune of Major Sanford, said Mrs. Richman, procure him res pect.

His specious manners render him acceptable in public com pany; but I must own that he is not the person with whom I wish my cousin to be con- nected, even for a moment. She never consulted me so little on any subject as on that of his card this morning. Before I had time to object, she dis- missed the servant; and I forbore to destroy her expected happiness, by acquainting her with my disapprobation of her partner. Her omission was not design; it was juvenile indiscretion. We must, my dear sir, continued she, look with a candid eye on such eccentricities. Faults, not foibles, require the severity of censure. Far, madam, be it from me to censure any conduct, which as yet I have observed in Miss Wharton; she has too great an interest in my heart to admit of that.

We now went into more general conversation. Tea was served; and I soon after took leave. General Richman, however, insisted on my dining with him on Thursday, which I promised. And here I am again over head and ears in the hypo.8 A disease, you will say, peculiar to students. I believe it peculiar to lovers; and with that class I must now rank myself, though I did not know, until this eve ning, that I was so much engaged as I "nd I really am. I knew, indeed, that I was extremely pleased with this amiable girl; that I was interested in her favor; that I was happier in her com pany than any- where else, with innumerable other circumstances, which would have told me the truth, had I examined them. But be that as it may; I hope, and trust that I am, and ever shall be a reasonable creature; and not suffer my judg- ment to be misled by the operations of a blind passion.

I shall now lay aside this subject, endeavor to divest even my imagination of the charmer, and return until Thursday, to the contemplation of those truths and duties, which have a happy tendency to calm the jarring ele- ments which compose our mortal frame. Adieu.

J. Boyer.

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9. Insincere. 1. In the novel Don Quixote (1605), by the Spanish

writer Miguel de Cervantes (1547–1616), the title character calls the woman he loves Dulcinea.

Letter VIII

to mr. charles deighton

New- Haven

We had an elegant ball, last night, Charles; and what is still more to the taste of your old friend, I had an elegant partner; one exactly calculated to please my fancy; gay, volatile, apparently thoughtless of every thing but pres ent enjoyment. It was Miss Eliza Wharton, a young lady, whose agree- able person, polished manners, and re"ned talents have rendered her the toast of the country around for these two years; though for half that time she has had a clerical lover imposed on her by her friends; for I am told it was not agreeable to her inclination. By this same clerical lover of hers, she was for several months con"ned as a nurse. But his death has happily relieved her, and she now returns to the world with redoubled luster. At pres ent she is a visitor to Mrs. Richman, who is a relation. I "rst saw her on a party of plea- sure at Mr. Frazier’s where we walked, talked, sung, and danced together. I thought her cousin watched her with a jealous eye; for she is, you must know, a prude and immaculate, more so than you or I must be the man who claims admission to her society. But I fancy this young lady is a coquette; and if so, I shall avenge my sex, by retaliating the mischiefs she meditates against us. Not that I have any ill designs; but only to play off her own artillery, by using a little unmeaning9 gallantry. And let her beware of the consequences. A young clergyman came in at Gen. Richman’s yesterday, while I was wait- ing for Eliza, who was much more cordially received by the general and his lady, than was your humble servant: but I lay that up.

When she entered the room, an air of mutual embarrassment was evi- dent. The lady recovered her assurance much more easily than the gentle- man. I am just going to ride, and shall make it in my way to call and inquire after the health of my dulcinea.1 Therefore, adieu for the pres ent.

Peter Sanford.

Letter IX

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

I am not so happy today in the recollection of last eve ning’s entertainment, as I was in the enjoyment.

The explanation which I promised you from Mrs. Richman yesterday, I could not obtain. When I went down to dinner, some friends of General Richman’s had accidentally dropped in, which precluded all par tic u lar conversation. I retired soon to dress, and saw Mrs. Richman no more, till I was informed that Major Sanford waited for me. But I was surprised on going into the parlour to "nd Mr. Boyer there. I blushed and stammered; but I know not why; for certain I am, that I neither love nor fear the good man yet, what ever I may do some future day. I would not be understood

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2. Rules of conduct. 3. I.e., downstairs.

that I do not res pect and esteem him; for I do both. But these are calm pas- sions, which soothe rather than agitate the mind. It was not the conscious- ness of any impropriety of conduct, for I was far from feeling any. The entertainment for which I was prepared was such as virtue would not disap- prove, and my gallant was a man of fortune, fashion, and for ought I knew, of unblemished character.

But Mr. Boyer was much more disconcerted than myself. Indeed he did not recover his philosophy while I stayed. I believe, by some hints I have received since, that he had some par tic u lar views, in which he was dis appointed.

Our ball had every charm which could render a ball delightful. My part- ner was all ease, politeness, and attention; and your friend was as much dattered and caressed as variety itself could wish. We returned to General Richman’s about two. Major Sanford asked leave to call and inquire after my health, this morning, and I am now expecting him. I rose to breakfast. The late hour of retiring to rest had not depressed, but rather exhilarated my spir- its. My friends were waiting for me in the parlor. They received me sociably, inquired after my health, my last eve ning’s entertainment, the com pany, &c. When, after a little pause, Mrs. Richman said, and how do you like Major Sanford, Eliza? Very well indeed, madam: I think him a "nished gentleman. Will you, who are a connoisieur, allow him that title? No, my dear: in my opinion, he falls far below it; since he is de"cient in one of the great essentials of the character, and that is, virtue. I am surprised, said I: but how has he incurred so severe a censure? By being a professed libertine; by having but too successfully practised the arts of seduction; by triumphing in the destruction of innocence and the peace of families!

O, why was I not informed of this before? But, perhaps these are old affairs; the effects of juvenile folly; crimes of which he may have repented, and which charity ought to obliterate. No, my dear, they are recent facts; facts which he dares not deny; facts for which he ought to be banished from all virtuous society. I should have intimated this to you before, but your precipitate ac cep tance of his invitation deprived me of an opportunity, until it was too late to prevent your going with him; and we thought it best to protract your enjoyment as long as pos si ble, not doubting but your virtues and delicacy would, in future, guard you against the like deception.

Must I then become an avowed prude at once and refuse him admission, if he call, in compliance with the customary forms? By no means. I am sen- sible, that even the false maxims2 of the world must be complied with in a degree. But a man of Major Sanford’s art can easily distinguish between a forbidding and an encouraging reception. The former may, in this case, be given without any breach of the rules of politeness. Astonished and morti- "ed, I knew not what further to say. I had been so pleased with the man, that I wished to plead in his favor; but virtue and prudence forbade. I there- fore rose and retired. He is this moment, I am told, below stairs.3 So that I must bid you adieu, until the next post.

Eliza Wharton

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4. In Greek my thol ogy, a sea god who could change his shape at will.

Letter X

to the same

New- Haven

Upon closing my last, I walked down, and found Major Sanford alone. He met me at the door of the parlor; and taking my hand with an air of affec- tionate tenderness, led me to a seat, and took one beside me. I believe the gloom of suspicion had not entirely forsaken my brow. He appeared, how- ever, not to notice it; but after the compliments of the day had passed, entered into an easy and agreeable conversation on the pleasures of society: a conversation perfectly adapted to my taste, and calculated to dissipate my chagrin, and pass the time imperceptibly. He inquired the place of my native abode; and having informed him, he said he had thoughts of purchasing the seat of Capt. Pribble, in that neighborhood, for his residence; and could he be assured of my society and friendship, his resolution would be "xed. I answered his compliment only by a slight bow. He took leave, and I retired to dress for the day, being engaged to accompany my cousin to dine at Mr. Lau- rence’s, a gentleman of fortune and fashion, in this vicinity. Mr. Laurence has but one daughter, heiress to a large estate, with an agreeable form, but a countenance, which to me, indicates not much soul. I was surprised in the after noon to see Major Sanford alight at the gate. He entered with the famil- iarity of an old acquaintance; and, after accosting each of the com pany, told me, with a low bow, that he did not expect the happiness of seeing me again so soon. I received his compliment with a conscious awkwardness. Mrs. Rich- man’s morning lecture still rung in my head; and her watchful eye now traced every turn of mine, and every action of the major’s. Indeed, his assi- duity was painful to me; yet I found it impossible to disengage myself a moment from him, till the close of the day brought our carriage to the door; when he handed me in, and pressing my hand to his lips, retired.

What shall I say about this extraordinary man? Shall I own to you, my friend, that he is pleasing to me? His person, his manners, his situation, all combine to charm my fancy; and to my lively imagination, strew the path of life with dowers. What a pity, my dear Lucy, that the graces and virtues are not oftner united! They must, however, meet in the man of my choice; and till I "nd such a one, I shall continue to subscribe my name

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XI

to mr. charles deighton

New- Haven

Well, Charles, I have been maneuvring today, a little revengefully. That, you will say, is out of character. So baleful a passion does not easily "nd admission among those softer ones, which you well know I cherish. However, I am a mere Proteus,4 and can assume any shape that will best answer my purpose.

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I called this forenoon, as I told you I intended, at Gen. Richman’s. I waited some time in the parlor alone, before Eliza appeared; and when she did appear, the distant reserve of her manners and the pensiveness of her countenance convinced me that she had been vexed, and I doubted not but Peter Sanford was the occasion. Her wise cousin, I could have sworn, had been giving her a detail of the vices of her gallant; and warning her against the danger of associating with him in future. Notwithstanding, I took no notice of any alteration in her be hav ior; but entered with the utmost facetiousness into a conversation which I thought most to her taste. By degrees, she assumed her usual vivacity; cheerfulness and good humor again animated her countenance. I tarried as long as decency would admit. She hav- ing intimated that they were to dine at my friend Lawrence’s, I caught at this information; and determined to follow them, and tease the jealous Mrs. Rich- man, by playing off all the gallantry I was master of in her presence.

I went, and succeeded to the utmost of my wishes, as I read in the vexa- tion, vis i ble in the one; and the ease and attention displayed by the other. I believe too, that I have charmed the eye at least, of the amiable Eliza. Indeed, Charles, she is a "ne girl. I think it would hurt my conscience to wound her mind or reputation. Were I disposed to marry, I am persuaded she would make an excellent wife; but that you know is no part of my plan, so long as I can keep out of the noose. Whenever I do submit to be shackled, it must be from a necessity of mending my fortune. This girl would be far from doing that. However, I am pleased with her acquaintance, and mean not to abuse her credulity and good nature, if I can help it.

Peter Sanford.

Letter XII

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

The heart of your friend is again besieged. Whether it will surrender to the assailants or not, I am unable at pres ent to determine. Sometimes I think of becoming a predestinarian, and submitting implicitly to fate, without any exercise of free will; but, as mine seems to be a wayward one, I would coun- teract the operations of it, if pos si ble.

Mrs. Richman told me this morning, that she hoped I should be as agree- ably entertained this after noon, as I had been the preceding; that she expected Mr. Boyer to dine, and take tea; and doubted not but he would be as attentive and sincere to me, if not as gay and polite as the gentleman who obtruded his civilities yesterday. I replied that I had no reason to doubt the sincerity of the one, or the other, having never put them to the test, nor did I imagine I ever should. Your friends, Eliza, said she, would be very happy to see you united to a man of Mr. Boyer’s worth; and so agreeably settled, as he has a prospect of being. I hope, said I, that my friends are not so weary of my com pany, as to wish to dispose of me. I am too happy in my pres ent connections to quit them for new ones. Marriage is the tomb of friendship. It appears to me a very sel"sh state. Why do people, in general, as soon as they are married, center all their cares, their concerns, and pleasures in

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5. Lines from the tragedy Cato (1712), by the En glish writer Joseph Addison (1672–1719). 6. Line 130 of “The First Satire of the Second

Book of Horace” (1733), by the En glish poet Alex- ander Pope (1688–1744).

their own families? Former acquaintances are neglected or forgotten. The tenderest ties between friends are weakened or dissolved; and benevo- lence itself moves in a very limited sphere. It is the glory of the marriage state, she rejoined, to re"ne, by circumscribing our enjoyments. Here we can repose in safety.

“The friendships of the world are oft Confed’racies in vice, or leagues in plea sure: Our’s has the purest virtue for its basis; And such a friendship ends not but with life.”5

True, we cannot always pay that attention to former associates, which we may wish; but the little community which we superintend is quite as impor- tant an object; and certainly renders us more bene"cial to the public. True benevolence, though it may change its objects, is not limited by time or place. Its effects are the same, and aided by a second self, are rendered more diffu- sive and salutary.

Some pleasantry passed, and we retired to dress. When summoned to dinner, I found Mr. Boyer below. If what is sometimes said be true, that love is dif"dent, reserved, and unassuming, this man must be tinctured with it. These symptoms were vis i ble in his deportment when I entered the room. However, he soon recovered himself, and the conversation took a gen- eral turn. The festive board was crowned with sociability, and we found in real ity, “The feast of reason, and the dow of soul.”6 After we rose from table, a walk in the garden was proposed, an amusement we are all peculiarly fond of. Mr. Boyer offered me his arm. When at a suf"cient distance from our com pany, he begged leave to congratulate himself on having an opportunity which he had ardently desired for some time, of declaring to me his attach- ment; and of soliciting an interest in my favor; or, if he might be allowed the term, affection. I replied, that, sir, is indeed laying claim to an impor tant interest. I believe you must substitute some more indifferent epithet for the pres ent. Well then, said he, if it must be so, let it be esteem or friendship. Indeed, sir, said I, you are entitled to them both. Merit has always a share in that bank; and I know of none, who has a larger claim on that score, than Mr. Boyer. I suppose my manner was hardly serious enough for what he con- sidered a weighty cause. He was a little disconcerted; but soon regaining his presence of mind, entreated me, with an air of earnestness, to encourage his suit, to admit his addresses, and, if pos si ble, to reward his love. I told him, that this was rather a sudden affair to me; and that I could not answer him without consideration. Well then, said he, take what time you think proper, only relieve my suspense, as soon as may be. Shall I visit you again tomor- row? O, not so soon, said I. Next Monday, I believe will be early enough. I will endeavor to be at home. He thanked me even for that favor, recom- mended himself once more to my kindness; and we walked towards the com- pany, returned with them to the house, and he soon took leave. I immediately retired to write this letter, which I shall close, without a single observation on the subject, until I know your opinion.

Eliza Wharton

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Letter XIII

to miss eliza wharton

Hartford

And so you wish to have my opinion before you know the result of your own. This is playing a little too much with my patience. But, however, I will gratify you this once, in hopes that my epistle may have a good effect. You will ask, perhaps, whether I would induence your judgment? I answer, no; provided you will exercise it yourself: but I am a little apprehensive that your fancy will mislead you. Methinks I can gather from your letters, a predilection for this Major Sanford. But he is a rake, my dear friend; and can a lady of your deli- cacy and re"nement think of forming a connection with a man of that char- acter? I hope not. Nay, I am con"dent you do not. You mean only to exhibit a few more girlish airs, before you turn matron. But I am persuaded, if you wish to lead down the dance of life with regularity, you will not "nd a more excel- lent partner than Mr. Boyer. What ever you can reasonably expect in a lover, husband, or friend, you may perceive to be united in this worthy man. His taste is undebauched, his manners not vitiated, his morals uncorrupted. His situation in life is, perhaps, as elevated as you have a right to claim. Forgive my plainness, Eliza. It is the task of friendship, sometimes to tell disagreeable truths. I know your ambition is to make a distinguished "gure in the "rst class of polished society, to shine in the gay circle of fash ion able amusements, and to bear off the palm amidst the votaries of plea sure. But these are fading honors, unsatisfactory enjoyments; incapable of gratifying those immortal princi ples of reason and religion, which have been implanted in your mind by nature; assiduously cultivated by the best of parents, and exerted, I trust, by yourself. Let me advise you then, in conducting this affair; an affair, big, perhaps, with your future fate, to lay aside those coquettish airs which you sometimes put on; and remember that you are not dealing with a fop, who will take advantage of every concession; but with a man of sense and honor, who will properly estimate your condescension and frankness. Act then with that modest freedom, that digni"ed unreserve which bespeaks conscious rectitude and sincerity of heart.

I shall be extremely anxious to hear the pro cess and pro gress of this busi- ness. Relieve my impatience, as soon as pos si ble, and believe me yours, with undissembled affection.

Lucy Freeman.

Letter XIV

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

I have received, and read again and again, your friendly epistle. My reason and judgment entirely coincide with your opinion; but my fancy claims some share in the decision: and I cannot yet tell which will preponderate. This was the day "xed for deciding Mr. Boyer’s cause. My friends here gave me a long dissertation on his merits. Your letter, likewise, had its weight, and I was candidly summing up the pros and cons in the garden, whither I

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had walked (Gen. Richman and lady having rode out) when I was informed that he was waiting in the parlor. I went immediately in (a good symptom, you will say) and received him very graciously. After the "rst compliments were over, he seemed eager to improve the opportunity to enter directly on the subject of his pres ent visit. It is needless for me to recite to you, who have long been acquainted with the whole pro cess of courtship, the declarations, propositions, protestations, entreaties, looks, words and actions of a lover. They are, I believe, much the same, in the whole sex, allowing for their dif fer- ent dispositions, educations, and characters. But you are impatient I know for the conclusion. You have hastily perused the preceding lines, and are strain- ing your eye forward to my part of the farce; for such it may prove after all. Well then, not to play too long with the curiosity, which I know to be excited, and actuated by real friendship, I will relieve it. I think you would have been pleased to have seen my gravity, on this impor tant occasion. With all the candor and frankness which I was capable of assuming, I thus answered his long harangue, to which I had listened, without interrupting him. Self- knowledge, sir, that most impor tant of all sciences, I have yet to learn. Such have been my situations in life, and the natu ral volatility of my temper, that I have looked but little into my own heart, in regard to its future wishes and views. From a scene of constraint and con"nement, ill suited to my years and inclination, I have just launched into society. My heart beats high in expectation of its fancied joys. My sanguine imagination paints, in alluring colors, the charms of youth and freedom, regulated by virtue and inno- cence. Of these, I wish to partake. While I own myself under obligations for the esteem which you are pleased to profess for me, and in return, acknowl- edge, that neither your person nor manners are disagreeable to me, I recoil at the thought of immediately forming a connection, which must con"ne me to the duties of domestic life, and make me dependent for happiness, per- haps too, for subsistence, upon a class of people, who will claim the right of scrutinizing every part of my conduct; and by censuring those foibles, which I am conscious of not having prudence to avoid, may render me completely miserable. While, therefore, I receive your visits, and cultivate towards you sentiments of friendship and esteem, I would not have you consider me as consigned to your society, or obligated to a future connection. Our short acquaintance renders it impossible for me to decide what the operations of my mind may hereafter be. You must either quit the subject, or leave me to the exercise of my free will, which perhaps may coincide with your pres ent wishes. Madam, said he, far is the wish from me to restrain your person or mind. In your breast I will repose my cause. It shall be my study to merit a return of affection; and I doubt not, but generosity and honor will induence your conduct towards me. I expect soon to settle among a generous and enlightened people, where I datter myself I shall be exempt from those dif- "culties, and embarrassments, to which too many of my brethren are sub- ject. The local situation is agreeable, the society re"ned and polished; and if, in addition, I may obtain that felicity which you are formed to bestow, in a family connection, I shall be happy indeed.

He spoke with emphasis. The tear of sensibility sparkled in his eye. I invol- untarily gave him my hand, which he pressed with ardor to his lips. Then rising, he walked to the win dow to conceal his emotion. I rang the bell and ordered tea; during and after which, we shared that social converse, which

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is the true zest of life, and which, I am persuaded, none but virtuous minds can participate. General Richman and lady returned with the shades of the eve ning. The penetrating eye of my cousin traced in our countenances the pro gress of the cause, and the smile of approbation animated hers. Mr. Boyer asked the favor of my com pany to ride tomorrow morning, which was granted. He tarried to supper, and took his leave. I retired immediately to my chamber, to which I was followed by Mrs. Richman. I related to her the conversation, and the encouragement which I had given to Mr. Boyer. She was pleased but insisted that I should own myself somewhat engaged to him. This, I told her I should never do to any man, before the indissoluble knot was tied. That, said I, will be time enough to resign my freedom. She replied that I had wrong ideas of freedom and matrimony; but she hoped that Mr. Boyer would happily rectify them.

I have now, my dear friend, given you an account of my pres ent situation, and leave you to judge for yourself concerning it. Write me your opinion, and believe me ever yours.

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XV

to miss eliza wharton

Hartford

I congratulate you, my dear Eliza, on the stability of your conduct towards Mr. Boyer. Pursue the system which you have adopted, and I dare say, that happiness will crown your future days. You are indeed very tenacious of your freedom, as you call it; but that is a play about words. A man of Mr. Boyer’s honor and good sense will never abridge any privileges which virtue can claim.

When do you return to embellish our society, here? I am impatient to see you, and likewise this amiable man. I am much interested in his favor. By the way, I am told that Major Sanford has been to look at the seat of Captain Pribble, which is upon sale. It is reported that he will prob ably purchase it. Many of our gentry are pleased with the prospect of such a neighbor. As an accomplished gentleman, say they, he will be an agreeable addition to our social parties; and as a man of property and public spirit, he will be an advan- tage to the town; but, from what I have heard of him, I am far from supposing him a desirable acquisition in either of these re spects. A man of a vicious character cannot be a good member of society. In order to that, his princi ples and practice must be uncorrupted: in his morals, at least, he must be a man of probity and honor. Of these quali"cations, if I mistake not, this gallant of yours cannot boast. But I shall not set up for a censor. I hope neither you nor I shall have much connection with him. My swain interests himself very much in your affairs. You will possibly think him impertinent; but I give his curiosity a softer name. Should I own to you that I place great con"dence in his integ- rity and honor, you would, perhaps, laugh at my weakness; but, my dear, I have pride enough to keep me above coquetry, or prudery; and discretion enough, I hope, to secure me from the errors of both. With him I have deter- mined to walk the future round of life. What folly then would it be to affect reserve and distance, relative to an affair in which I have so much interest?

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7. To assume the ministerial robes; to be ordained. 8. Inamorato: lover.

Not that I am going to betray your secrets. These I have no right to divulge; but I must be the judge what may and what may not be communicated. I am very much pressed for an early day of consummation; but I shall not listen to a request of that kind, till your return. Such is my regard for you, that a union of love would be imperfect, if friendship attended not the rites. Adieu.

Lucy Freeman.

Letter XVI

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

We go on charmingly here; almost as soft and smooth as your ladyship. It seems to me that love must stagnate, if it have not a light breeze of discord once in a while to keep it in motion. We have not tried any yet, however. We had a lovely tour this forenoon, were out three long hours, and returned to dinner in perfect harmony.

Mr. Boyer informed me that he should set out tomorrow morning, for his future residence, and soon put on the sacred bands.7 He solicited an episto- lary correspondence, at the same time, as an alleviation of the care which that weighty charge would bring on his mind. I consented; telling him, that he must not expect anything more than general subjects from me.

We were somewhat interrupted in our con"dential intercourse, in the after noon, by the arrival of Major Sanford. I cannot say that I was not agreeably relieved. So sweet a repast, for several hours together, was rather sickening to my taste. My enamorato8 looked a little morti"ed at the cheer- ful reception which I gave the intruder, and joined not so placidly in the social conversation, as I could have wished.

When Mr. Boyer, after the Major took leave, pressed me to give him some assurance of my constancy, I only reminded him of the terms of our engage- ment. Seeing me deci ded, he was silent on the subject, and soon bid me an affectionate adieu; not expecting, as he told me, the plea sure of a personal interview again, for two or three months.

Thus far we have proceeded in this sober business. A good beginning, you will say. Perhaps it is. I do not, however, feel myself greatly interested in the pro gress of the negotiation. Time may consolidate my affections, and enable me to "x them on some par tic u lar object. At pres ent the most lively emotions of my heart are those of friendship; that friendship which I hope you will soon participate with your faithful.

Eliza Wharton

Letter XVII

to mr. selby

New- Haven

I have succeeded in my addresses to the lovely Eliza Wharton; as far at least as I had any reason to expect from our short acquaintance. I "nd the graces

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9. Humble. 1. Promising.

of her person and mind rise in my esteem; and have already enjoyed, in her society, some of the happiest hours of my life. She is kind, affable, and con- descending;9 yet I must own that I have not been able to infuse into her bosom the ardor which I feel in my own. I know that the native modesty of the sex would restrain the discovery; but there is an animation of counte- nance, which betrays the sensations of the heart, that I "nd wanting in hers on this occasion.

I have just taken leave of my fair, and propose returning tomorrow morn- ing; to take upon me the solemn charge, which lies with such weight upon my mind, that I need every support, both human and divine. Eliza has promised to correspond with me. From this I anticipate a source of plea sure, which alone can atone for her absence. I am, &c.

J. Boyer.

Letter XVIII

to mr. charles deighton

New- Haven

Do you know, Charles, that I have commenced lover? I was always a general one; but now I am somewhat par tic u lar. I shall be the more interested, as I am likely to meet with dif"culties; and it is the glory of a rake, as well as a christian to combat obstacles. This same Eliza, of whom I have told you, has really made more impression on my heart, than I was aware of; or than the sex, take them as they rise, are wont to do. But she is besieged by a priest (a likely1 lad though.) I know not how it is, but they are commonly successful with the girls, even the gayest of them. This one, too, has the interest of all her friends, as I am told. I called yesterday, at General Richman’s, and found this pair together, apparently too happy in each other’s society for my wishes. I must own, that I felt a glow of jealousy, which I never experienced before; and vowed revenge for the pain it gave me, though but momentary. Yet Eli- za’s reception of me was visibly cordial; nay, I fancied my com pany as pleas- ing to her as that which she had before. I tarried not long, but left him to the enjoyment of that plea sure which I datter myself will be short- lived. O, I have another plan in my head; a plan of necessity, which, you know, is the mother of invention. It is this: I am very much courted and caressed by the family of Mr. Lawrence, a man of large property in this neighborhood. He has only one child; a daughter, with whom I imagine the old folks intend to shackle me in the bonds of matrimony. The girl looks very well. She has no soul though, that I can discover. She is heiress, nevertheless, to a great fortune; and that is all the soul I wish for in a wife. In truth, Charles, I know of no other way to mend my circumstances. But lisp not a word of my embar- rassments for your life. Show and equipage are my hobby- horse; and if any female wish to share them with me, and will furnish me with the means of supporting them, I have no objection. Could I conform to the sober rules of wedded life, and renounce those dear enjoyments of dissipation, in which I have so long indulged, I know not the lady in the world with whom I would sooner form a connection of this sort than with Eliza Wharton. But it will

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never do. If my fortune or hers were better, I would risk a union; but as they are, no idea of the kind can be admitted. I shall endeavor, notwithstanding, to enjoy her com pany as long as pos si ble. Though I cannot possess her wholly myself, I will not tamely see her the property of another.

I am now going to call at General Richman’s, in hopes of an opportunity to profess my devotion to her. I know I am not a welcome visitor to the family; but I am in de pen dent of their censure or esteem, and mean to act accordingly.

Peter Sanford.

Letter XIX

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

I "nd the ideas of sobriety, and domestic solitude, I have been cultivating for three days past, somewhat deranged by the interruption of a visitor, with whom, I know, you will not be pleased. It is no other than Major Sanford. I was walking alone in the garden yesterday, when he suddenly appeared to my view. How happy am I, said he, seizing my hand, in this opportunity of "nding you alone; an opportunity, Miss Wharton, which I must improve in expatiating on a theme, that "lls my heart, and solely animates my frame.

I was startled at his impetuosity, and displeased with his freedom. With- drawing my hand, I told him, that my retirement was sacred. He bowed sub- missively; begged pardon for his intrusion, alledged, that he found nobody but the servants in the house; that they informed him, I was alone in the garden, which intelligence was too pleasing for him to consult any forms of ceremony for the regulation of his conduct. He then went on rhapsodically to declare his passion, his suspicions, that I was forming a connection with Mr. Boyer, which would effectually destroy all his hopes of future happiness. He painted the restraint, the con"nement, the embarrassments to which a woman, connected with a man of Mr. Boyer’s profession, must be subjected; however agreeable his person might be. He asked if my generous mind could submit to cares and perplexities like these; whether I could not "nd greater sources of enjoyment in a more elevated sphere of life, or share pleasures better suited to my genius and disposition, even in a single state? I listened to him involuntarily. My heart did not approve his sentiments, but my ear was charmed with his rhe toric, and my fancy captivated by his address.

He invited my con"dence, by the most ardent professions of friendship, and labored to remove my suspicions by vows of sincerity. I was induced by his importunity, gradually to disclose the state of affairs between Mr. Boyer and myself. He listened eagerly; wished not, he said, to induence me unduly; but if I were not other wise engaged, might he presume to solicit a place in my friendship and esteem; be admitted to enjoy my society, to visit me as an acquaintance, and to attend my excursions and amusements, as a brother, if no more? I replied, that I was a pensioner of friendship, at pres ent; that my friends were extremely re"ned in their notions of propriety, and that I had no right to receive visitants in de pen dent of them. I understand you, madam, said he. You intimate that my com pany is not agreeable to them: but I know not why. Surely my rank in life is as elevated; and my knowledge of, and

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2. In Richardson’s Cla ris sa, the title character is an innocent virgin whom Lovelace, the rake, wishes to seduce.

ac cep tance in the world, are as extensive as General Richman’s. I hope, said I, since we are engaged in the conversation, that you will excuse my frank- ness, if I tell you, that the understanding and virtue of this worthy couple induce them, without any regard to rank, to bestow their esteem wherever it is merited. I cannot say that you are not a sharer. Your own heart can best determine, whether upon their princi ples, you are, or not! He appeared mor- ti"ed and chagrined; and we had walked some distance without exchanging a word, or a look. At last, he rejoined, I plead guilty to the charge, madam, which they have undoubtedly brought against me, of imprudence and folly in many particulars; yet of malignancy and vice I am innocent. Brought up in afduence; innured from my infancy to the grati"cation of every passion; the indulgence of every wish, it is not strange, that a life of dissipation and gaiety should prove alluring to a youthful mind, which had no care but to procure what it deemed enjoyment. In this pursuit I have perhaps deviated from the rigid rules of discretion, and the harsher laws of morality.

But let the veil of charity be drawn over my faults; let the eye of candor impartially examine my pres ent be hav ior; let the kind and lenient hand of friendship assist in directing my future steps; and, perhaps, I may not prove unworthy of associating with the respectable inhabitants of this happy mansion; for such I am sure it must be, while honored with Miss Wharton’s presence. But, circumstanced as you and I are, at pres ent, I will not sue for your attention, as a lover; but rest contented, if pos si ble, with that share of kindness, and regard, which your benevolence may afford me as a friend. I bowed in approbation of his resolution. He pressed my hand with ardor to his lips; and at that instant General Richman entered the garden. He approached us cheerfully, offered Major Sanford his hand with apparent cordiality, and told us pleasantly, that he hoped he should not be considered as an intruder. By no means, sir, said Major Sanford. It is I who have incurred that imputa- tion. I called this after noon to pay you my re spects; when being informed that you and your lady were abroad, and that Miss Wharton was in the garden, I took the liberty to invade her retirement. She has graciously for- given my crime, and I was just af"xing the seal to my pardon as you entered.

We then returned into the house. Mrs. Richman received us politely. Dur- ing tea, the conversation turned on literary subjects, in which I cannot say that the Major bore a very distinguished part. After he was gone, Mrs. Rich- man said, I hope you have been agreeably entertained, Miss Wharton? I did not choose my com pany, madam, said I. Nor, said she, did you refuse it, I presume. Would you not have me res pect the rights of hospitality towards your guests, when you are absent, madam? If you had acted from that motive, I own my obligations to you, my dear; but even that consideration can hardly reconcile me to the sacri"ce of time, which you have made to the amuse- ment of a seducer. I hope, madam, you do not think me an object of seduc- tion! I do not think you seducible; nor was Richardson’s Cla ris sa, till she made herself the victim, by her own indiscretion. Pardon me, Eliza, this is a second Lovelace.2 I am alarmed by his artful intrusions. His insinuating attention to you are characteristic of the man. Come, I presume you are not interested to keep his secrets, if you know them. Will you give me a little

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sketch of his conversation? Most willingly, said I; and, accordingly, related the whole. When I had concluded, she shook her head, and replied, beware, my friend, of his arts. Your own heart is too sincere to suspect treachery and dissimulation in another; but suffer not your ear to be charmed by the siren voice of dattery; nor your eye to be caught by the phantom of gaiety and plea sure. Remember your engagements to Mr. Boyer. Let sincerity and virtue be your guides, and they will lead you to happiness and peace. She waited not for an answer, but immediately rising, begged leave to retire, alleging that she was fatigued. Gen. Richman accompanied her, and I has- tened to my apartment, where I have written thus far, and shall send it on for your comments. I begin to think of returning soon to your circle. One inducement is, that I may be free from the intrusions of this man. Adieu.

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XX

to mrs. m. wharton

New- Haven

From the conversation of the polite, the sedate, the engaging and the gay; from corresponding with the learned, the sentimental and the re"ned, my heart and my pen turn with ardor and alacrity to a tender and affectionate parent, the faithful guardian and guide of my youth; the unchanging friend of my riper years. The dif fer ent dispositions of vari ous associates some- times perplex the mind, which seeks direction; but in the disinterested affec- tion of the maternal breast, we fear no dissonance of passion, no jarring interests, no disunion of love. In this seat of felicity is every enjoyment which fancy can form, or friendship, with afduence, bestow; but still my mind frequently returns to the happy shades of my nativity. I wish there to impart my pleasures and share the counsels of my best, my long tried and experi- enced friend. At this time, my dear mamma, I am peculiarly solicitous for your advice. I am again importuned to listen to the voice of love; again called upon to accept the addresses of a gentleman of merit and respecta- bility. You will know the character of the man, when I tell you, it is Mr. Boyer. But his situation in life! I dare not enter it. My disposition is not calculated for that sphere. There are duties arising from the station, which I fear I should not be able to ful"l; cares and restraints to which I could not submit. This man is not disagreeable to me; but if I must enter the connubial state, are there not others, who may be equally pleasing in their persons, and whose profession may be more conformable to my taste? You, madam, have passed through this scene of trial, with honor and applause. But alas! Can your vola- tile daughter ever acquire your wisdom; ever possess your resolution, dignity and prudence?

I hope soon to converse with you personally upon the subject, and to pro"t by your precepts and example. I anticipate the hour of my return to your bosom, with impatience. My daily thoughts and nightly dreams restore me to the society of my beloved mamma; and, till I enjoy it in real ity, I subscribe myself your dutiful daughter,

Eliza Wharton.

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Letter XXI

to miss eliza wharton

Hartford

How welcome to me, my dear Eliza, are the tidings of your return? My wid- owed heart has mourned your absence, and languished for the com pany of its now, dearest connection. When stripped of one dependence, the mind naturally collects and rests itself in another. Your father’s death deprived me, for a while, of every enjoyment. But a reviving sense of the duties which I owed to a rising family roused me from the lethargy of grief. In my cares I found an alleviation of my sorrows. The expanding virtues of my children soothed and exhilarated my drooping spirits; and my attention to their edu- cation, and interest, was amply rewarded by their pro"ciency and duty. In them, every hope, every plea sure now centers. They are the axis on which revolves the temporal felicity of their mother. Judge then, my dear, how anxiously I must watch, how solicitously I must regard every circumstance which relates to their welfare and prosperity! Exquisitely alive to these sen- sations, your letter awakens my hopes and my fears. As you are young and charming, a thousand dangers lurk unseen around you. I wish you to "nd a friend and protector, worthy of being rewarded by your love and your soci- ety. Such a one, I think, Mr. Boyer will prove. I am, therefore, sorry, since there can be no other, that his profession should be an objection in your mind. You say, that I have experienced the scenes of trial connected with that station. I have, indeed; and I will tell you the result of this experience. It is, that I have found it replete with happiness. No class of society has domes- tic enjoyment more at command than clergymen. Their circumstances are generally a decent competency. They are removed alike from the perplexing cares of want, and from the distracting parade of wealth. They are respected by all ranks, and partakers of the best com pany. With regard to its being a dependent situation, what one is not so? Are we not all links in the great chain of society, some more, some less impor tant; but each upheld by others, throughout the confederated whole? In what ever situation we are placed, our greater or less degree of happiness must be derived from ourselves. Hap- piness is in a great mea sure the result of our own dispositions and actions. Let us conduct uprightly and justly; with propriety and steadiness; nor ser- vilely cringing for favor, nor arrogantly claiming more attention and res pect than our due; let us bear with fortitude the providential and unavoidable evils of life, and we shall spend our days with respectability and contentment, at least.

I will not expatiate on the topic of your letter, till we have a personal inter- view, for which I am, indeed, impatient. Return, my daughter, as soon as politeness will allow, to your expecting friends; more especially, to the fond embraces of your affectionate mother,

M. Wharton.

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3. Lines from the “Spring” section of The Seasons (1730), by the Scottish poet James Thomson (1700– 1748).

Letter XXII

to miss eliza wharton

Hampshire

Can time, can distance, can absence allay or extinguish the sentiments of re"ned affection, the ardor of true love? No, my dear Eliza. If I may judge by my own heart, I shall say they cannot. Amidst the parade which has attended me, the in ter est ing scenes in which I have been engaged, and the weighty cares, which have occupied my attention, your idea has been the solace of my retired moments; the soother of every anxious thought. I recall, with plea sure, the conversation which we have shared. I dwell with rapture on the marks of favor which I have received from you. My "rst wish is the continu- ance and increase of these favors; my highest ambition, to deserve them. I look forward and anticipate with impatience, the future enjoyment of your society; and hope we shall one day experience the real ity of those beautiful lines of Thomson:

— An elegant suf"ciency, Content, retirement, rural quiet, friendship; Books, case and alternate labor, useful life; Progressive virtue, and approving heaven; These are the matchless joys of virtuous love.3

Mr. Selby, my par tic u lar friend, will have the honor of delivering this letter. He will be able to give you any information, relative to our public transactions, which you may wish. May I solicit the favor of a line, through him, in return? It will relieve, in some mea sure, the tediousness of this separation. I intend to pay my re spects to you personally, in about a fortnight; till when, I sub- scribe myself your sincere and affectionate friend,

J. Boyer.

Letter XXIII

to the rev. j. boyer

New- Haven

I have executed your commission, and been amply rewarded for my trou ble, by the plea sure I enjoyed in the society of the agreeable family to which I was introduced; especially of the amiable and accomplished lady, who is the object of your par tic u lar regard. I think she fully justi"es your partiality to her. She appears to possess both the virtues and the graces. Her form is "ne, and her countenance interests us at once in her favor. There is a mix- ture of dignity and ease, which commands res pect and conciliates affec- tion. After these encomiums, will you permit me to say, there is an air of gaiety in her appearance and deportment, which favors a little of coquetry. I am persuaded, however, that she has too much good sense to practise its arts. She received your letter very graciously, asked leave to retire a few

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moments; and returned with a smile of complacency on her brow, which I construe favorably to you.

There was a Mr. Laurence, with his lady and daughter, and a certain Major Sanford, at the house. The latter, I believe, in the modern sense of the phrase, is much of a gentleman, that is, a man of show and fashion.

Miss Wharton asked me, when I should leave town, and when I should return, or have an opportunity of conveyance to Hampshire? I told her I should write by the next post, and if she had any commands, would be happy to execute them. She would send a line to her friend, she said, if I would take the trou ble to inclose it in my letter. I readily consented and told her that I would call and receive her favor tomorrow morning. This chitchat was a little aside, but I could not but observe, that the foresaid Major Sanford had dropped his part in the conversation of the rest of the com pany, and was attending to us, though he endeavored to conceal his attention, by looking carelessly over a play, which lay on the win dow by him. Yet he evidently watched every word and action of Miss Wharton, as if he were really inter- ested in her movements.

It is said she has many admirers, and I conceive it very pos si ble that this may be one of them; though, truly, I do not think that she would esteem such a conquest any great honor. I now joined in the general topic of con- versation, which was politics. Mrs. Richman and Miss Wharton judiciously, yet modestly bore a part; while the other ladies amused themselves with Major Sanford, who was making his sage remarks on the play, which he still kept in his hand. General Richman at length observed, that we had formed into parties. Major Sanford, upon this, laid aside his book. Miss Laurence simpered and looked as if she was well pleased with being in a party with so "ne a man; while her mother replied, that she never meddled with politics; she thought they did not belong to ladies. Miss Wharton and I, said Mrs. Rich- man, must beg leave to differ from you, madam. We think ourselves inter- ested in the welfare and prosperity of our country; and, consequently, claim the right of inquiring into those affairs, which may conduce to or interfere with the commonweal. We shall not be called to the senate or the "eld to assert its privileges, and defend its rights, but we shall feel for the honor and safety of our friends and connections, who are thus employed. If the com- munity dourish and enjoy health and freedom, shall we not share in the happy effects? If it be oppressed and disturbed, shall we not endure our pro- portion of the evil? Why then should the love of our country be a masculine passion only? Why should government, which involves the peace and order of the society, of which we are a part, be wholly excluded from our observation? Mrs. Laurence made some slight reply and waved the subject. The gentle- men applauded Mrs. Richman’s sentiments as truly Roman; and what was more, they said, truly republican.

I rose to take leave, observing to Miss Wharton, that I should call tomor- row as agreed. Upon this, Gen. Richman politely requested the favor of my com pany at dinner. I accepted his invitation, and bid them good night. I  shall do the same to you for the pres ent; as I intend, tomorrow to scribble the cover, which is to inclose your Eliza’s letter.

T. Selby.

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Letter XXIV

to the rev. j. boyer

New- Haven

I resume my pen, having just returned from Gen. Richman’s; not with an expectation, however, of your reading this, till you have perused and repe- rused the enclosed. I can bear such neglect, in this case, as I have been alike interested myself.

I went to Gen. Richman’s at twelve o’clock. About a mile from thence, upon turning a corner, I observed a gentleman and lady on horse back, some way before me, riding a very moderate pace, and seemingly in close conver- sation. I kept at the same distance from them, till I saw them stop at the General’s gate. I then put on, and coming up with them, just as they alighted, and was surprised to "nd them no other than Major Sanford and Miss Wharton. They were both a little disconcerted at my salutation; I know not why. Miss Wharton invited him in; but he declined, being engaged to dine. Gen. Richman received us at the door. As I handed Miss Wharton in, he observed jocosely, that she had changed com pany. Yes sir, she replied, more than once, since I went out, as you doubtless observed. I was not aware, said Mrs. Richman, that Major Sanford was to be of your party to day. It was quite accidental, madam, said Miss Wharton. Miss Laurence and I had agreed last eve ning, to take a little airing, this forenoon. A young gentleman, a relation of her’s, who is making them a visit, was to attend us. We had not rode more than two miles, when we were overtaken by Major Sanford, who very politely asked leave to join our party. Miss Laurence very readily consented; and we had a very sociable ride. The "neness of the day induced me to protract the enjoyment of it abroad; but Miss Laurence declined riding so far as I proposed, as she had engaged com pany to dine. We therefore parted till eve ning, when we are to meet again. What, another engagement! said Mrs. Richman. Only to the assembly, madam. May I inquire after your gallant, my dear? But I have no right, perhaps, to be inquisitive, said Mrs. Richman. Miss Wharton made no reply; and the conversation took a general turn. Miss Wharton sustained her part with great propriety. Indeed, she discovers a fund of useful knowledge and extensive reading, which render her peculiarly entertaining; while the brilliancy of her wit, the duency of her language, the vivacity and ease of her manners, are inex- pressibly engaging. I am going myself to the assembly this eve ning, though I did not mention it to General Richman; I therefore took my leave soon after dinner.

I have heard so much in praise of Miss Wharton’s penmanship, in addi- tion to her other endowments, that I am almost tempted to break the seal of her letter to you; but I forbear. Wishing you much happiness in the perusal of it, and more in the possession of its writer, I subscribe myself, yours, &c.

T. Selby.

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Letter XXV

to the rev. j. boyer

New- Haven

Sir, Your favor of the 4th inst. came to hand yesterday. I received it with plea sure, and embrace this early opportunity of contributing my part to a correspon- dence, tending to promote a friendly and social intercourse. An epistolary communication between the sexes has been with some a subject of satire and censure; but unjustly, in my opinion. With persons of re"nement and infor- mation, it may be a source of entertainment and utility. The knowledge and masculine virtues of your sex may be softened and rendered more diffusive by the inquisitiveness, vivacity, and docility of ours; drawn forth and exercised by each other.

In regard to the par tic u lar subject of your’s I shall be silent. Ideas of that kind are better conveyed, on my part, by words, than by the pen.

I congratulate you on your agreeable settlement, and hope it will be pro- ductive of real and lasting happiness. I am convinced that felicity is not con"ned to any par tic u lar station or condition in life; yet methinks some are better calculated to afford it to me, than others.

Your extract from a favorite poet is charmingly descriptive; but is it not dif"cult to ascertain what we can pronounce “an elegant suf"ciency?” Per- haps you will answer as some others have done. We can attain it by circum- scribing our wishes within the compass of our abilities. I am not very avaricious; yet I must own that I should like to enjoy it without so much trou ble as that would cost me.

Excuse my seeming levity. You have dattered my cheerfulness by commend- ing it; and must, therefore, indulge me in the exercise of it. I cannot con ve- niently be at the pains of restraining its sallies, when I write in con"dence.

Is a sprightly disposition, in your view, indicative of a giddy mind, or an innocent heart? Of the latter, I presume; for I know you are not a misan- thrope.

We expect the plea sure of Mr. Selby’s com pany to dinner. You are, certainly, under obligations to his friendship for the liberal encomiums he bestowed on you and your prospects yesterday. Mrs. Richman rallied me after he was gone, on my listening ear. The General and she unite in requesting me to pres ent their re spects. Wishing you health and happiness, I subscribe myself your friend,

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XXVI

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

I am perplexed and embarrassed, my friend, by the assiduous attentions of this Major Sanford. I shall write circumstantially and frankly to you, that I may have the bene"t of your advice. He came here, last Monday, in com- pany with Mr. Laurence, his wife, and daughter, to make us a visit. While

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they were pres ent, a Mr. Selby, a par tic u lar friend of Mr. Boyer, came in and delivered me a letter from him. I was really happy in the reception of this proof of his affection. His friend gave a very dattering account of his situation and prospects.

The watchful eye of Major Sanford traced every word and action, respecting Mr. Boyer, with an attention, which seemed to border on anxi- ety. That, however, did not restrain, but rather accelerate my vivacity and inquisitiveness on the subject; for I wished to know whether it would pro- duce any real effect upon him, or not.

After Mr. Selby’s departure, he appeared pensive, and thoughtful, the remainder of the eve ning; and evidently sought an opportunity of speaking to me aside; which I studiously avoided. Miss Laurence and I formed an engagement to take an airing in the morning on horse back; attended by a relation of hers, who is now with them. They called for me about ten, when we immediately set out upon our preconcerted excursion. We had not pro- ceeded far, before we were met by Major Sanford. He was extremely polite, and "nding our destination was not par tic u lar, begged leave to join our party. This was granted, and we had an agreeable tour for several miles; the time being passed in easy and unstudied remarks upon obvious occurrences. Maj. Sanford could not, however, conceal his par tic u lar attention to me, which rather nettled Miss Laurence. She grew somewhat serious and declined rid- ing so far as we had intended; alledging that she expected com pany to dine.

Major Sanford understanding that she was going to the assembly in the eve ning with Mr. Gordon, solicited me to accept a ticket and form a party with them. The entertainment was alluring, and I consented. When we had parted with Miss Laurence, Major Sanford insisted on my riding a little farther; saying, he must converse with me on a par tic u lar subject; and if I refused him this opportunity, that he must visit me, at my residence, let it offend whom it would. I yielded to his importunity; and we rode on. He then told me that his mind was in a state of suspense and agitation, which was very painful to bear; and which I only could relieve; that my cheerful recep- tion of Mr. Boyer’s letter, yesterday, and deportment respecting him, had awakened in his breast all the pangs of jealousy, which the most ardent love could feel; that my treatment of Mr. Boyer’s friend convinced him that I was more interested in his affairs than I was willing to own; that he foresaw himself to be condemned to an eternal separation; and the total loss of my favor and society, as soon as time and circumstances would allow.

His zeal, his pathos, alarmed me. I begged him to be calm. To you, said I, as a friend, I have intrusted my situation in relation to Mr. Boyer. You know that I am under no special obligation to him; and I do not intend to form any immediate connection. Mr. Boyer must have dif fer ent ideas, madam; and he has reason for them, if I may judge by appearances. When do you expect another visit from him? In about a fortnight. And is my fate to be then deci- ded; and so deci ded, as I fear it will be, through the induence of your friends, if not by your own inclination? My friends, sir, will not control; they will only advise to what they think most for my interest; and I hope, that my conduct will not be unworthy of their approbation. Pardon me, my dear Eliza, said he, if I am impertinent; it is my regard for you which impels me to the presump- tion. Do you intend to give your hand to Mr. Boyer? I do not intend to give my hand to any man at pres ent. I have but lately entered society; and wish,

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for a while, to enjoy my freedom, in the participation of pleasures suited to my age and sex. These, said he, you are aware, I suppose, when you form a connection with that man, you must renounce and content yourself with a con"nement to the tedious round of domestic duties, the pedantic conver- sation of scholars, and the invidious criticisms of a whole town. I have been accustomed, said I, and am therefore attached to men of letters; and as to the praise or censure of the populace, I hope always to enjoy that approba- tion of conscience, which will render me superior to both. But you forget your promise, not to talk in this style; and have deviated far from the char- acter of a friend and brother, with which you consented to rest satis"ed. Yes, but I "nd myself unequal to the task. I am not stoic enough, tamely to make so great a sacri"ce. I must plead for an interest in your favor, till you banish me from your presence, and tell me plainly that you hate me. We had by this time reached the gate; and as we dismounted, were unexpect- edly accosted by Mr. Selby, who had come agreeably to his promise, to dine with us, and receive my letter to Mr. Boyer.

Major Sanford took his leave as General Richman appeared at the door. The General and his lady rallied me on my change of com pany; but very prudently concealed their sentiments of Major Sanford, while Mr.  Selby was pres ent. Nothing material occurred before and during dinner; soon after which, Mr. Selby went away. I retired to dress for the assembly; and had nearly completed the labor of the toilet, when Mrs. Richman entered. My friendship for you, my dear Eliza, said she, interests me so much in your affairs, that I cannot repress my curiosity to know who has the honor of your hand, this eve ning. If it be any honor, said I, it will be conferred on Major Sanford. I think it far too great to be thus bestowed, returned she. It is perfectly astonishing to me, that the virtuous part of my sex will counte- nance, caress, and encourage those men, whose profession it is to blast their reputation, destroy their peace, and triumph in their infamy! Is this, madam, the avowed design of Major Sanford? I know not what he avows; but his practice too plainly bespeaks his princi ples and views. Does he now practice the arts you mention; or do you refer to past follies? I cannot answer for his pres ent conduct; his past has established his character. You, madam, are an advocate for charity; that, perhaps, if exercised in this instance might lead you to think it pos si ble for him to reform; to become a valuable member of society; and, when connected with a lady of virtue and re"nement, to be capable of making a good husband. I cannot conceive that such a lady would be willing to risk her all upon the slender prospect of his reformation. I hope the one with whom I am conversing has no inclination to so hazardous an experiment. Why, not much. Not much! If you have any, why do you con- tinue to encourage Mr. Boyer’s addresses? I am not suf"ciently acquainted with either yet, to determine which to take. At pres ent, I shall not con"ne myself in any way. In regard to these men, my fancy and my judgment are in scales. Sometimes one preponderates, sometimes the other. Which will " nally outweigh, time alone can reveal. O my cousin, beware of the delu- sions of fancy! Reason must be our guide, if we would expect durable hap- piness. At this instant a servant opened the door, and told me that Major Sanford waited in the parlor. Being ready, I wished Mrs. Richman a good eve ning, and went down. Neither General Richman nor his lady appeared.

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4. An eighteenth- century adage.

He therefore handed me immediately into his phaeton, and we were soon in the assembly room.

I was surprised, on my entrance, to "nd Mr. Selby there, as he did not mention, at dinner, his intention of going. He attached himself to our party; and, in the intervals of dancing, took every opportunity of conversing with me. These, however, were not many; for Major Sanford assiduously precluded the possibility of my being much engaged by anyone else. We passed the eve ning very agreeably; but the Major’s importunity was rather troublesome, as we returned home. He insisted upon my declaring whether Mr. Boyer really possessed my affections; and whether I intended to confer myself on him or not. If, said he, you answer me in the af"rmative, I must despair; but if you have not absolutely deci ded against me, I will still hope, that my persevering assiduity, my faithful love, may at last be rewarded. I told him that I was under no obligation to give him any account of my disposition towards another; and that he must remember the terms of our pres ent asso- ciation, to which he had subscribed. I therefore begged him to wave the sub- ject now, if not forever. He asked my pardon, if he had been impertinent; but desired leave to renew his request, that I would receive his visits, his friendly visits. I replied, that I could not grant this; and that he must blame himself, not me, if he was an unwelcome guest at General Richman’s. He lamented the prejudices which my friends had imbibed against him; but dattered himself that I was more liberal than to be induenced by them, without any positive proof of demerit; as it was impossible that his conduct towards me should ever deviate from the strictest rules of honor and love.

What shall I say now, my friend? This man, to an agreeable person has superadded, graceful manners, an amiable temper, and a fortune suf"cient to ensure the enjoyments of all the pleasing va ri e ties of social life. Perhaps a gay disposition and a lax education may have betrayed him into some scenes of dissipation. But is it not an adage generally received, that “a reformed rake makes the best husband?”4 My fancy leads me for happiness to the festive haunts of fash ion able life. I am at pres ent, and know not but I ever shall be, too volatile for a con"nement to domestic avocations and sedentary plea- sures. I dare not, therefore, place myself in a situation where these must be indispensable. Mr. Boyer’s person and character are agreeable. I really esteem the man. My reason and judgment, as I have observed before, declare for a connection with him, as a state of tranquillity and rational happiness. But the idea of relinquishing those delightful amusements and dattering attentions, which wealth and equipage bestow, is painful. Why were not the virtues of the one, and the graces and afduence of the other combined? I should then have been happy indeed! But, as the case now stands, I am loath to give up either; being doubtful which will conduce most to my felicity.

Pray write me impartially; let me know your real sentiments, for I rely greatly upon your opinion. I am, &c.

Eliza Wharton.

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5. From line 216 of “Epistle II. To a Lady. Of the Characters of Women” (1735), by Alexander Pope.

Letter XXVII

to the rev. mr. boyer

New- Haven

I am quite a convert to Pope’s assertion, that “ Every woman is, at heart, a rake.”5 How else can we account for the plea sure which they evidently receive from the society, the dattery, the caresses of men of that character? Even the most virtuous of them seem naturally prone to gaiety, to plea sure, and, I had almost said, to dissipation! How else shall we account for the existence of this disposition, in your favorite fair? It cannot be the result of her education. Such a one as she has received is calculated to give her a very dif fer ent turn of mind. You must forgive me, my friend, for I am a little vexed and alarmed on your account. I went last eve ning to the assembly, as I told you in my last that I intended. I was purposely without a partner, that I might have the liberty to exercise my gallantry, as circumstances should invite. Indeed, I must own, that my par tic u lar design was, to observe Miss Whar- ton’s movements, being rather inclined to jealousy in your behalf. She was handed into the assembly room by Major Sanford. The brilliance of their appearance, the levity of their manners, and the contrast of their characters I found to be a general subject of speculation. I endeavored to associate with Miss Wharton, but found it impossible to detach her a moment from the coxcomb who attended her. If she has any idea of a connection with you, why does she continue to associate with another, especially with one of so opposite a description? I am seriously afraid, that there is more intimacy between them, than there ought to be, considering the encouragement she has given you.

I hope you will not be offended by my freedom in this matter. It origi- nates in a concern for your honor and future happiness. I am anxious, lest you should be made the dupe of a coquette, and your peace of mind fall a sacri"ce to an artful debauchee. Yet I must believe, that Miss Wharton has, in real ity, all that virtue and good sense of which she enjoys the reputation; but her pres ent conduct is mysterious.

I have said enough (more than I ought, perhaps) to awaken your attention to circumstances, which may lead to impor tant events. If they appear of little, or no consequence to you, you will at least ascribe the mention of them to motives of sincere regard, in your friend and humble servant,

T. Selby.

Letter XXVIII

to mr. charles deighton

New- Haven

I go on "nely with my amour. I have every encouragement that I could wish. Indeed my fair one does not verbally declare in my favor; but then, accord- ing to the vulgar proverb, that actions speak louder than words, I have no reason to complain; since she evidently approves my gallantry, is pleased with

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my com pany, and listens to my dattery. Her sagacious6 friends have undoubt- edly given her a detail of my vices. If, therefore, my past conduct has been repugnant to her notions of propriety, why does she not act consistently and refuse at once to associate with a man whose character she cannot esteem? But no; that, Charles, is no part of the female plan: our entrapping a few of their sex, only discovers the gaiety of our dispositions, the insinuating graces of our manners, and the irresistible charms of our persons and address. These quali"cations are very alluring to the sprightly fancy of the fair. They think to enjoy the pleasures which result from this source; while their vanity and ignorance prompt each one to imagine herself superior to delusion; and to anticipate the honor of reclaiming the libertine, and reforming the rake! I don’t know, however, but this girl will really have that merit with me; for I am so much attached to her, that I begin to suspect I should sooner become a convert to sobriety than lose her. I cannot "nd that I have made much impression on her heart as yet. Want of success in this point morti"es me extremely, as it is the "rst time I ever failed. Besides, I am apprehensive that she is prepossessed in favor of the other swain, the clerical lover, whom I have mentioned to you before. The chord, therefore, upon which I play the most, is the dissimilarity of their dispositions and pleasures. I endeavor to detach her from him, and disaffect her towards him; knowing, that if I can separate them entirely, I shall be more likely to succeed in my plan. Not that I have any thoughts of marrying her myself; that will not do at pres ent. But I love her too well to see her connected with another for life. I must own myself a little revengeful too in this affair. I wish to punish her friends, as she calls them, for their malice towards me; for their cold and negligent treatment of me whenever I go to the house. I know that to frustrate their designs of a connection between Mr. Boyer and Eliza would be a grievous disappointment. I have not yet determined to seduce her, though, with all her pretensions to virtue, I do not think it impossible. And if I should, she can blame none but herself, since she knows my char- acter, and has no reason to won der if I act consistently with it. If she will play with a lion, let her beware of his paw, I say. At pres ent, I wish inno- cently to enjoy her society; it is a luxury which I never tasted before. She is the very soul of plea sure. The gayest circle is irradiated by her presence, and the highest entertainment receives its greatest charm from her smiles. Besides, I have purchased the seat of Capt. Pribble, about a mile from her mother’s; and can I think of suffering her to leave the neighborhood, just as I enter it? I shall exert every nerve to prevent that, and hope to meet with the usual success of

Peter Sanford.

Letter XXIX

to miss eliza wharton

Hartford

You desire me to write to you, my friend; but if you had not, I should by no means have refrained. I tremble at the precipice on which you stand; and

6. Wise.

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7. Phosphorescent light found in swampy areas at night, prob ably from decomposing matter. Popu lar use implies an illusion.

must echo, and re- echo the seasonable admonition of the excellent Mrs. Richman, “Beware of the delusions of fancy!” You are strangely infatu- ated by them! Let not the magic arts of that worthless Sanford lead you, like an ignis fatuus7 from the path of rectitude and virtue!

I do not "nd, in all your conversations with him, that one word about marriage drops from his lips. This is mysterious? No, it is characteristic of the man. Suppose, however, that his views are honorable; yet what can you expect, what can you promise yourself from such a connection? “A reformed rake,” you say, “makes the best husband;” a trite, but a very erroneous maxim, as the fatal experience of thousands of our sex can testify. In the "rst place, I believe that rakes very seldom do reform, while their fortunes and constitutions enable them to pursue their licentious pleasures. But even allowing this to happen, can a woman of re"nement and delicacy enjoy the society of a man, whose mind has been corrupted, whose taste has been viti- ated, and who has contracted a depravity both of sentiment and manners, which no degree of repentance can wholly efface? Besides, of true love they are absolutely incapable. Their passions have been too much hackneyed to admit so pure a dame. You cannot anticipate sincere and lasting res pect from them. They have been so long accustomed to the com pany of those of our sex, who observe no esteem; that the greatest dignity and purity of character can never excite it in their breasts. They are naturally prone to jealousy. Habituated to an intercourse with the baser part of the sex, they level the whole, and seldom believe any to be incorruptible. They are always hard- hearted and cruel. How else could they triumph in the miseries which they frequently occasion? Their specious manners may render them agree- able companions abroad; but at home the evil propensities of their minds will invariably predominate. They are steeled against the tender affections, which render domestic life delightful; strangers to the kind, the endearing sympathies of husband, father, and friend! The thousand nameless atten- tions which soften the rugged path of life are neglected, and deemed unwor- thy of notice by persons who have been innured to scenes of dissipation and debauchery! And is a man of this description to be the partner, the compan- ion, the bosom friend of my Eliza? Forbid it heaven! Let not the noble quali- ties, so lavishly bestowed upon her, be thus unworthily sacri"ced!

You seem to be particularly charmed with the fortune of Major Sanford; with the gaiety of his appearance; with the splendor of his equipage; with the politeness of his manners; with what you call the graces of his person! These, alas! are super"cial, ensnaring endowments. As to fortune, pru- dence, economy, and regularity are necessary to preserve it, when possessed. Of these Major Sanford is certainly destitute; unless common fame (which more frequently tells truth than some are willing to allow) does him great injustice. As to external parade, it will not satisfy the rational mind, when it aspires to those substantial pleasures for which yours is formed. And as to the graces of person and manners, they are but a wretched substitute for those virtues which adorn and dignify human life. Can you, who have always been used to serenity and order in a family, to rational, re"ned and improv- ing conversation, relinquish them, and launch into the whirl pool of frivolity,

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where the correct taste and the delicate sensibility which you possess must constantly be wounded by the frothy and illiberal sallies of licentious wit?

This, my dear, is but a faint picture of the situation to which you seem inclined! Reverse the scene, and you will perceive the alternative, which is submitted to your option, in a virtuous connection with Mr. Boyer. Remem- ber that you are acting for life; and that your happiness in this world, per- haps in the next, depends on your pres ent choice!

I called, last eve ning, to see your mamma. She is fondly anticipating your return; and rejoicing in the prospect of your agreeable and speedy settlement. I could not "nd it in my heart to distress her by intimating that you had other views. I wish her benevolent bosom never more to feel the pangs of dis- appointed hope.

I am busily engaged in preparing for my nuptials. The solemn words “as long as ye both shall live,” render me thoughtful and serious. I hope for your enlivening presence soon; which will prove a seasonable cordial to the spir- its of your

Lucy Freeman.

Letter XXX

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

I believe your spirits need a cordial indeed, my dear Lucy; after drawing so dreadful a portrait of my swain. But I call him mine no longer. I renounce him entirely. My friends shall be grati"ed. And if their predictions are veri- "ed, I shall be happy in a union with the man of their choice. General Rich- man and lady have labored abundantly to prove that my ruin was inevitable if I did not immediately break all intercourse with Major Sanford. I prom- ised a compliance with their wishes; and have accomplished the task, though a hard one I found it. Last Thursday he was here, and desired leave to spend an hour with me. I readily consented, assuring my friends it should be the last hour, which I would ever spend in his com pany.

He told me that he was obliged to leave town for a few days; and, as I should prob ably see Mr. Boyer, before his return, he could not depart in peace without once more endeavoring to interest me in his favor; to obtain some token of esteem, some glimpse of hope, that I would not utterly reject him, to support him in his absence. I thanked him for the polite attention he had paid me, since our acquaintance; told him that I should ever retain a grateful sense of his partiality to me; that he would ever share my best wishes; but that all connection of the kind, to which he alluded, must from that time, forever cease.

He exerted all his eloquence to obtain a retraction of that sentence, and ran, with the greatest volubility, through all the protestations, prayers, entreaties, professions and assurances which love could feel or art contrive. I had resolution, however, to resist them, and to command my own emotions on the occasion, better than my natu ral sensibility gave me reason to expect.

Finding every effort vain, he rose precipitately, and bade me adieu. I urged his tarrying to tea; but he declined, saying, that he must retire to his chamber, being, in his pres ent state of mind, un"t for any society, as he was

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8. Countenance (from “physiognomy”).

banished from mine. I offered him my hand, which he pressed with ardor to his lips, and bowing in silence, left the room.

Thus terminated this affair; an affair, which, perhaps, was only the effect of mere gallantry on his part, and of unmeaning pleasantry on mine; and which, I am sorry to say, has given my friends so much anxiety and concern. I am under obligations to them for their kind solicitude, however causeless it may have been.

As an agreeable companion, as a polite and "nished gallant, Major Sanford is all that the most lively fancy could wish. And as you have always af"rmed that I was a little inclined to coquetry, can you won der at my exercising it upon so happy a subject? Besides, when I thought more seriously, his liberal fortune was extremely alluring to me, who, you know, have been hitherto con"ned to the rigid rules of prudence and economy, not to say, necessity in my "nances.

Miss Laurence called on me yesterday, as she was taking the air, and asked me whether Major Sanford took leave of me when he left town? He was here last week, said I, but I did not know that he was gone away. O yes, she replied, he is gone to take possession of his seat, which he has lately purchased of Captain Pribble. I am told it is superb; and it ought to be, if it have the honor of his residence. Then you have a great opinion of Major Sanford, said I. Certainly; and has not every body else? said she. I am sure he is a very "ne gentleman. Mrs. Richman smiled rather contemptuously, and I changed the subject.

I believe that the innocent heart of this simple girl is a little taken in. I have just received a letter from Mr. Boyer, in the usual style. He expects

the superlative happiness of kissing my hand next week. O dear! I believe I must begin to "x my phiz.8 Let me run to the glass and try if I can make up one that will look madamish. Yes, I succeed very well.

I congratulate you on your new neighbor; but I advise friend George to have the guardian knot tied immediately, lest you should be ensnared by this bewitching ’squire.

I have been trying to seduce General Richman to accompany me to the assembly, this eve ning, but cannot prevail. Were Mrs. Richman able to go with us, he would be very happy to wait on us together; but to tell the truth, he had rather enjoy her com pany at home, than any which is to be found abroad. I rallied him on his old- fashioned taste; but my heart approved and applauded his attachment. I despise the married man or woman, who har- bors an inclination to partake of separate pleasures.

I am told, that a servant man inquires for me below; the messenger of some enamoured swain, I suppose. I will step down and learn what message he brings— — —

Nothing extraordinary; it is only a card of compliments from a Mr. Emmons, a respectable merchant of this city, requesting the honor to wait on me to the assembly this eve ning. A welcome request, which I made no hesitation to grant. If I must resign these favorite amusements, let me enjoy as large a share as pos si ble, till the time arrive. Adieu. I must repair to the toilet and adorn for a new conquest, the person of

Eliza Wharton.

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9. Cf. An Essay on Man (1733–34) 4.185–88, by Alexander Pope.

1. From Addison’s Cato 4.1.29–31, where they are spoken by the virtuous central female character.

Letter XXXI

to miss eliza wharton

Hartford

I am very happy to "nd you are in so good spirits, Eliza, after parting with your favorite swain. For I perceive that he is really the favorite of your fancy, though your heart cannot esteem him; and, in de pen dent of that, no sensa- tions can be durable.

I can tell you some news of this strange man. He has arrived, and taken possession of his seat. Having given general invitations he has been called upon and welcomed by most of the neighboring gentry. Yesterday he made an elegant entertainment. Friend George (as you call him) and I were of the number, who had cards. Twenty- one couple went, I am told. We did not go. I consider my time too valuable to be spent in cultivating acquaintance with a person from whom neither plea sure nor improvement are to be expected. His profuseness may bribe the unthinking multitude to show him res pect; but he must know, that though

Places and honors have been bought for gold, Esteem and love were never to be told.9

I look upon the vicious habits and abandoned character of Major Sanford, to have more pernicious effects on society, than the perpetrations of the robber and the assassin. These, when detected, are rigidly punished by the laws of the land. If their lives be spared, they are shunned by society, and treated with every mark of disapprobation and contempt. But to the disgrace of humanity and virtue, the assassin of honor, the wretch, who breaks the peace of families, who robs virgin innocence of its charms, who triumphs over the ill- placed con"dence of the inexperienced, unsuspecting, and too credulous fair, is received, and caressed, not only by his own sex, to which he is a reproach, but even by ours, who have every conceivable reason to despise and avoid him. Induenced by these princi ples, I am neither ashamed nor afraid openly to avow my sentiments of this man, and my reasons for treating him with the most pointed neglect.

I write warmly on the subject; for it is a subject in which I think the honor and happiness of my sex concerned. I wish they would more generally espouse their own cause. It would conduce to the public weal, and to their personal respectability. I rejoice, heartily, that you have had resolution to resist his allurements, to detect and repel his arti"ces. Resolution, in such a case, is absolutely necessary; for,

In spite of all the virtue we can boast, The woman that deliberates is lost.1

As I was riding out, yesterday, I met your mamma. She wondered that I was not one of the party at our new neighbor’s. The reason, madam, said I, is that I do not like the character of the man. I know nothing of him, said she; he is quite a stranger to me, only as he called at my house, last week, to

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pay me his re spects, as he said, for the sake of my late husband, whose memory he revered; and because I was the mother of Miss Eliza Wharton, with whom he had the honor of some little acquaintance. His manners are engaging, and I am sorry to hear that his morals are corrupt.

This, my dear, is a very extraordinary visit. I fear that he has not yet laid aside his arts. Be still on your guard, is the advice of your sincere and faithful friend,

Lucy Freeman

Letter XXXII

to mr. charles deighton

Hartford

I am really banished and rejected; desired never more to think of the girl I love, with a view of indulging that love, or of rendering it acceptable to its object! You will perhaps, dispute the propriety of the term, and tell me it is not love, it is only gallantry, and a desire to exercise it with her, as a favorite nymph. I neither know, nor care by what appellation you distinguish it, but it truly gives me pain. I have not felt one sensation of genuine plea sure since I heard my sentence; yet I acquiesced in it, and submissively took my leave; though I doubt not but I shall retaliate the indignity one time or other.

I have taken possession of my new purchase, an elegant and delightful residence. It is rendered more so by being in the vicinity of my charmer’s native abode. This circumstance will conduce much to my enjoyment, if I can succeed in my plan of separating her from Mr. Boyer. I know that my situation and mode of life are far more pleasing to her than his, and shall therefore trust to my appearance and address for a reestablishment in her favor. I intend, if pos si ble, to ingratiate myself with her par tic u lar friends. For this purpose, I called last week at her mother’s, to pay my re spects to her (so I told the good woman) as an object of my par tic u lar regard; and as the parent of a young lady, whom I had the honor to know and admire. She received me very civilly, thanked me for my attention, and invited me to call whenever I had opportunity; which was the very thing I wanted. I intend likewise, to court popularity. I don’t know but I must accept, by and by, some lucrative of"ce in the civil department. Yet I cannot bear the idea of con"ne- ment to business. It appears to me quite inconsistent with the character of a gentleman; I am sure it is, with that of a man of plea sure. But something I must do; for I tell you, in con"dence, that I was obliged to mortgage this place, because I had not wherewithal to pay for it. But I shall manage matters very well, I have no doubt, and keep up the appearance of afduence, till I "nd some lady in a strait for a husband, whose fortune will enable me to extricate myself from these embarrassments. Do come and see me, Charles; for, notwithstanding all my gaiety and parade, I have some turns of the hypo, some qualms of conscience, you will call them; but I meddle not with such obsolete words. And so good- bye to you, says

Peter Sanford.

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Letter XXXIII

to miss lucy freeman

New- Haven

my dear friend, I believe I must begin to assume airs of gravity; and they will not be quite so foreign to my feelings now, as at some other times. You shall know the reason. I have been associated for three days, with sentiment and sobriety, in the per- son of Mr. Boyer. I don’t know but this man will seduce me into matrimony. He is very eloquent upon the subject; and his manners are so solemn, that I am strongly tempted, yet I dare not to laugh. Really, Lucy, there is something extremely engaging and soothing too, in virtuous and re"ned conversation. It is a source of enjoyment which cannot be realised by the dissolute and unre- decting. But then, this par tic u lar theme of his, is not a favorite one to me; I mean, as connected with its consequences, care and con"nement. However, I have compounded the matter with him, and conditioned that he shall expati- ate on the subject, and call it by what name he pleases, platonic or conjugal, provided he will let me take my own time for the consummation. I have con- sented that he shall escort me, next week, to see my mamma and my Lucy. O, how the idea of returning to that revered mansion, to those beloved friends, exhilarates my spirits!

General Richman’s politeness to me has induced him to invite a large party of those gentlemen and ladies who have been particularly attentive to me, during my residence here, to dine and take tea, tomorrow. After that, I expect to be engaged in making farewell visits, till I leave the place. I shall, therefore, forego the plea sure of telling you any occurrences, subsequent to this date, until you see and converse with your sincere friend,

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XXXIV

to mrs. richman

Hartford

dear madam, The day after I left your hospitable dwelling brought me safe to that of my honored mamma; to the seat of maternal and "lial affection; of social ease and domestic peace; of every species of happiness which can result from religion and virtue; from re"nement in morals and manners.

I found my brother and his wife, with Lucy Freeman and Mr. Summer, waiting to receive and bid me welcome. I dew with ecstasy to the bosom of my mamma, who received me with her accustomed affection, testi"ed by the expressive tears of tenderness which stole silently down her widowed cheek. She was unable to speak. I was equally so. We therefore indulged, a moment, the pleasing emotions of sympathizing sensibility. When disen- gaged from her fond embrace, I was saluted by the others in turn; and hav- ing recovered myself, I presented Mr. Boyer to each of the com pany, and each of the com pany to him. He was cordially received by all, but more especially by my mamma.

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The next day I was called upon and welcomed by several of my neighbor- ing acquaintance; among whom I was not a little surprised to see Major San- ford. He came in com pany with Mr. Stoddard and Lady, whom he overtook, as he told me, nearby; and, as they informed him that the design of their visit was to welcome me home, he readily accepted their invitation to partake of the plea sure which every one must receive on my return. I bowed slightly at his compliment, taking no vis i ble notice of any peculiarity of expression either in his words or looks.

His politeness to Mr. Boyer appeared to be the result of habit. Mr. Boyer’s to him to be forced by res pect to the com pany to which he had gained admis- sion. I dare say, that each felt a conscious superiority; the one on the score of merit; the other on that of fortune. Which ought to outweigh, the judi- cious mind will easily decide. The scale, as I once observed to you, will turn as fancy or reason preponderates. I believe the esteem which I now have for Mr. Boyer will keep me steady; except, perhaps, some little eccentricities, now and then, just by way of variety. I am going tomorrow morning to spend a few days with Lucy Freeman; to assist in the preparation for and the sol- emnization of her nuptials. Mr. Boyer, in the meantime, will tarry among his friends in town. My mamma is excessively partial to him; though I am not yet jealous that she means to rival me. I am not certain, however, but it might be happy for him if she should. For I suspect, notwithstanding the disparity of her age, that she is better calculated to make him a good wife than I am or ever shall be.

But to be sober. Please, madam, to make my compliments acceptable to those of your neighbors, whose politeness and attention to me, while at your house, have laid me under par tic u lar obligations of gratitude and res pect. My best regards attend General Richman. Pray tell him, that though I never expect to be so good a wife as he is blessed with; yet I intend, after a while (when I have sowed all my wild oats) to make a tolerable one.

I am anxious to hear of a wished- for event, and of your safety. All who know you feel interested in your health and happiness; but none more warmly than your obliged and affectionate

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XXXV

to miss eliza wharton

New- Haven

I write a line, at Mrs. Richman’s request, just to inform you, Eliza, that yes- terday, that lovely and beloved woman presented me with a daughter. This event awakens new sensations in my mind; and calls into exercise a kind of affection which had before lain dormant. I feel already the tenderness of a parent; while imagination fondly traces the mother’s likeness in the infant form. Mrs. Richman expects to receive your congratulations in a letter by the next post. She bids me tell you, moreover, that she hopes soon to receive an invitation, and be able to attend to the consummation you talk of. Give Mrs. Richman’s and my par tic u lar regards to your excellent mother and to the worthy Mr. Boyer. With sentiments of esteem and friendship, I am, &c.

S. Richman.

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Letter XXXVI

to mrs. richman

Hartford

From the scenes of festive mirth, from the conviviality of rejoicing friends and from the dissipating amusements of the gay world, I retire with alac- rity, to hail my beloved friend on the impor tant charge which she has received; on the accession to her family, and, may I not say, on the addition to her care; since that care will be more than counterbalanced by the plea- sure it confers. Hail happy babe! Ushered into the world by the best of mothers; entitled by birthright to virtue and honor; defended by parental love, from the weakness of infancy and childhood, by guardian wisdom from the perils of youth, and by afduent in de pen dence from the griping hand of poverty, in more advanced life! May these animating prospects be realized by your little daughter; and may you long enjoy the rich reward of seeing her all that you wish!

Yesterday, my dear friend, Lucy Freeman gave her hand to the amiable and accomplished Mr. George Sumner. A large circle of congratulating friends were pres ent. Her dress was such as wealth and elegance required. Her deportment was every thing that modesty and propriety could suggest. They are, indeed, a charming couple. The consonance of their dispositions, the similarity of their tastes, and the equality of their ages are a sure pledge of happiness. Every eye beamed with plea sure on the occasion, and every tongue echoed the wishes of benevolence. Mine only was silent. Though not less interested in the felicity of my friend than the rest, yet the idea of a separa- tion perhaps, of an alienation of affection, by means of her entire devotion to another, cast an involuntary gloom over my mind. Mr. Boyer took my hand, after the ceremony was past. Permit me, Miss Wharton, said he, to lead you to your lovely friend; her happiness must be heightened by your participation of it. Oh no; said I, I am too sel"sh for that. She has conferred upon another that affection which I wished to engross. My love was too fervent to admit a rival. Retaliate then, said he, this fancied wrong, by doing likewise. I observed that this was not a proper time to discuss that subject; and, resuming my seat, endeavored to put on the appearance of my accustomed vivacity. I need not relate the remaining particulars of the eve ning’s entertainment. Mr. Boyer returned with my mamma, and I remained at Mrs. Freeman’s.

We are to have a ball here, this eve ning. Mr. Boyer has been with us, and tried to monopolize my com pany; but in vain. I am too much engaged by the exhilarating scenes around, for attending to a subject which affords no vari- ety. I shall not close this till tomorrow.

— — — I am rather fatigued with the amusements of last night, which were protracted to a late hour. Mr. Boyer was pres ent; and I was pleased to see him not averse to the entertainment, though his profession prevented his taking an active part. As all the neighboring gentry were invited, Mr. Freeman would, by no means, omit Major Sanford, which his daughter earnestly solicited. It happened (unfortunately, shall I say?) that I drew him for a partner. Yet I must own, that I felt very little reluctance to my lot. He is an excellent dancer, and well calculated for a companion in the hours of mirth and gaiety. I regretted Mr. Boyer’s being pres ent, however; because

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my enjoyment seemed to give him pain. I hope he is not inclined to the pas- sion of jealousy. If he is, I fear it will be somewhat exercised.

Lucy Freeman, now Mrs. Sumner, removes, next week, to Boston. I have agreed to accompany her, and spend a month or two in her family. This will give variety to the journey of life. Be so kind as to direct your next letter to me there.

Kiss the dear little babe for me. Give love, compliments, &c. as respectively due; and believe me, with every sentiment of res pect, your affectionate

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XXXVII

to mr. charles deighton

Hartford

dear charles, My hopes begin to revive. I am again permitted to associate with my Eliza; invited to the same entertainment! She does not refuse to join with me in the mazy dance, and partake the scenes of festive mirth. Nay, more; she allows me to press her hand to my lips; and listens to the sighing accents of love. Love her, I certainly do. Would to heaven I could marry her! Would to heaven I had preserved my fortune; or she had one to supply its place! I am distracted at the idea of losing her forever. I am sometimes tempted to solicit her hand in serious earnest; but if I should, poverty and want must be the consequence. Her disappointment in the expectation of afduence and splen- dor, which I believe her ruling passion, would afford a perpetual source of discontent and mutual wretchedness.

She is going to Boston with her friend, Mrs. Sumner. I must follow her. I must break the connection, which is rapidly forming, between her and Mr. Boyer; and enjoy her society a while longer, if no more.

I have had a little intimation from New- Haven, that Miss Laurence is par- tial to me, and might easily be obtained, with a handsome property into the bargain. I am neither pleased with, nor averse to the girl. But she has money, and that may supply the place of love, by enabling me to pursue in de pen dent pleasures. This she must expect, if she marries a man of my cast. She doubt- less knows my character; and if she is so vain of her charms or induence, as to think of reforming or con"ning me, she must bear the consequences.

However, I can keep my head up, at pres ent, without recourse to the noose of matrimony; and shall, therefore, defer any par tic u lar attention to her, till necessity requires it.

I am, &c. Peter Sanford.

Letter XXXVIII

to mrs. m. wharton

Boston

You commanded me, my dear mamma, to write you. That command, I cheer- fully obey, in testimony of my ready submission and res pect. No other

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avocation could arrest my time, which is now completely occupied in scenes of amusement.

Mrs. Sumner is agreeably settled and situated. She appears to be possessed of every blessing which can render life desirable. Almost every day, since our arrival, has been engrossed by visitants. Our eve nings, we have devoted to com pany abroad; and that more generally than we should other wise have done, as my stay is limited to so short a period. The museum, the theatres, the circus and the assemblies have been frequented.

Mrs. Sumner has made me several pres ents, notwithstanding which, the articles requisite to a fash ion able appearance, have involved me in consid- erable expense. I fear that you will think me extravagant when you are told how much.

Mr. Boyer tarried in town about a week, having business. He appeared a little concerned at my taste for dissipation, as he once termed it. He even took the liberty to converse seriously on the subject.

I was displeased with his freedom; and reminded him that I had the disposal of my own time, as yet; and that while I escaped the censure of my own heart, I hoped that no one else would presume to arraign it. He apolo- gized and gave up his argument.

I was much surprised, the "rst time I went to the play, to see Major San- ford in the very next box. He immediately joined our party; and wherever I have been since, I have been almost sure to meet him.

Mr. Boyer has taken his departure; and I do not expect to see him again, till I return home.

O mamma! I am embarrassed about this man. His worth I acknowledge; nay, I esteem him very highly. But can there be happiness with such a dis- parity of dispositions?

I shall soon return to the bosom of domestic tranquillity, to the arms of maternal tenderness, where I can deliberate and advise at leisure, about this impor tant matter. Till when,

I am, &c. Eliza Wharton.

Letter XXXIX

to mr. t. selby

Hampshire

dear sir, I believe that I owe you an apology for my long silence. But my time has been much engrossed of late; and my mind much more so. When it will be other wise, I cannot foresee. I fear, my friend, that there is some foundation for your suspicions respecting my beloved Eliza. What pity it is, that so fair a form, so accomplished a mind, should be tarnished, in the smallest degree, by the follies of coquetry! If this be the fact, which I am loth to believe, all my regard for her shall never make me the dupe of it.

When I arrived at her residence, at New- Haven, where, I told you in my last, I was soon to go, she gave me a most cordial reception. Her whole be hav ior to me was correspondent with those sentiments of esteem and affection which she modestly avowed. She permitted me to accompany her

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2. From Alexander Pope’s An Essay on Man 4.167–79.

to Hartford, to restore her to her mother, and to declare my wish to receive her again from her hand. Thus far, all was harmony and happiness. As all my wishes were consistent with virtue and honor, she readily indulged them. She took apparent plea sure in my com pany, encouraged my hopes of a future union, and listened to the tender accents of love.

But the scenes of gaiety, which invited her attention, reversed her conduct. The delightful hours of mutual con"dence, of sentimental converse, and of the interchange of re"ned affection were no more! Instead of these, parties were formed, unpleasing to my taste; and every opportunity was embraced to join in diversions, in which she knew I could not consistently take a share. I, however, acquiesced in her plea sure, though I sometimes thought myself neglected, and even hinted it to her mother. The old lady apologized for her daughter, by alleging that she had been absent for a long time; that her acquaintances were rejoiced at her return, and welcomed her by striv- ing to promote her amusement.

One of her most intimate friends was married during my stay; and she appeared deeply interested in the event. She spent several days in assisting her, previous to the cele bration. I resided, in the meantime, at her mam- ma’s, visiting her at her friend’s, where Major Sanford, among others, was received as a guest. Mrs. Sumner acquainted me that she had prevailed on Miss Wharton to go and spend a few weeks with her at Boston, whither she was removing; and urged my accompanying them. I endeavored to excuse myself, as I had been absent from my people a considerable time, and my return was now expected. But their importunity was so great, and Eliza’s declaration that it would be very agreeable to her, so tempting, that I con- sented. Here I took lodgings and spent about a week, taking every opportu- nity to converse with Eliza, striving to discover her real disposition towards me. I mentioned the incon ve nience of visiting her so often as I wished, and suggested my desire to enter, as soon as might be, into a family relation. I painted in the most alluring colors the pleasures resulting from domestic tranquillity, mutual con"dence, and conjugal affection; and insisted on her declaring frankly whether she designed to share this happiness with me, and when it should commence. She owned that she intended to give me her hand; but when she should be ready, she could not yet determine. She pre- tended a promise from me to wait her time; to consent that she should share the pleasures of the fash ion able world, as long as she chose, &c.

I then attempted to convince her of her mistaken ideas of plea sure; that the scenes of dissipation, of which she was so passionately fond, afforded no true enjoyment; that the adulation of the coxcomb could not give durability to her charms, or secure the approbation of the wise and good; nor could the fash ion able amusements of brilliant assemblies, and crowded theatres fur- nish the mind with

“That which nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul’s calm sunshine, and the heart felt joy.”2

These friendly suggestions, I found were considered as the theme of a priest; and my desire to detach her from such empty pursuits, as the sel"sh- ness of a lover. She was even offended at my freedom; and warmly af"rmed,

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3. Carriage.

that no one had a right to arraign her conduct. I mentioned Major Sanford who was then in town, and who (though she went to places of public resort with Mr. and Mrs. Sumner) always met and gallanted her home. She rallied me upon my jealousy, as she termed it; wished that I would attend her myself, and then she should need no other gallant. I answered that I had rather resign that honor to another; but wished, for her sake, that he might be a gentleman whose character would not disgrace the com pany with which he associated. She appeared morti"ed and chagrined in the extreme. However, she studiously suppressed her emotions; and even soothed me with the blan- dishments of female softness. We parted amicably. She promised to return soon, and prepare for a compliance with my wishes. I cannot refuse to believe her! I cannot cease to love her! My heart is in her possession. She has a per- fect command of my passions. Persuasion dwells on her tongue. With all the boasted fortitude and resolution of our sex, we are but mere machines. Let love once pervade our breasts; and its object may mould us into any form that pleases her fancy, or even caprice!

I have just received a letter from Eliza, informing me of her return to Hartford. Tomorrow I shall set out on a visit to the dear girl; for, my friend, notwithstanding all her foibles, she is very dear to me. Before you hear from me again, I expect that the happy day will be "xed; the day which shall unite, in the most sacred bands, this lovely maid and your faithful friend,

J. Boyer.

Letter XL

to mr. t. selby

Hampshire

I have returned; and the day, indeed, is "xed; but Oh! how dif fer ent from my fond expectations! It is not the day of union, but the day of "nal separa- tion; the day which divides me from my charmer; the day which breaks asunder the bands of love; the day on which my reason assumes its empire, and triumphs over the arts of a "nished coquette! Congratulate me, my friend, that I have thus overcome my feelings, and repelled the infatuating wiles of a deceitful girl. I would not be understood to impeach Miss Whar- ton’s virtue; I mean her chastity. Virtue in the common acceptation of the term, as applied to the sex, is con"ned to that par tic u lar, you know. But in my view, this is of little importance, where all other virtues are wanting!

When I arrived at Mrs. Wharton’s, and inquired for Eliza, I was told that she had rode out; but was soon expected home. An hour after, a phaeton3 stopped at the door, from which my fair one alighted and was handed into the house by Major Sanford, who immediately took leave. I met her and offered my hand, which she received with apparent tenderness.

When the family had retired after supper, and left us to talk on our par- tic u lar affairs, I found the same indecision, the same loathness to bring our courtship to a period, as formerly. Her previous excuses were renewed, and her wishes to have a union still longer delayed were zealously urged. She could not bear the idea of con"nement to the cares of a married life at

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pres ent; and begged me to defer all solicitation on that subject to some future day. I found my temper rise, and told her plainly, that I was not thus to be trided with; that if her regard for me was sincere; if she really intended to form a connection with me, she could not thus protract the time, try my patience, and prefer every other plea sure to the rational interchange of affection, to the calm delights of domestic life. But in vain did I argue against her false notions of happiness; in vain did I represent the dangerous system of conduct, which she now pursued, and urge her to accept, before it was too late, the hand and heart which were devoted to her ser vice. That, she said, she purposed, ere long to do; and hoped amply to reward my faithful love; but she could not "x the time this eve ning. She must consider a little further; and likewise consult her mother. Is it not Major Sanford whom you wish to consult, madam? Said I. She blushed, and gave me no answer. Tell me, Eliza, I continued, tell me frankly, if he has not supplanted me in your affections; if he be not the cause of my being thus evasively, thus cruelly treated? Major Sanford, sir, replied she, has done you no harm. He is a par- tic u lar friend of mine; a polite gentleman, and an agreeable neighbor; and therefore I treat him with civility; but he is not so much interested in my concerns, as to alter my disposition towards any other person. Why, said I, do you talk of friendship with a man of his character? Between his society and mine there is a great contrast. Such opposite pursuits and inclinations can- not be equally pleasing to the same taste. It is therefore necessary, that you renounce the one, to enjoy the other. I will give you time to decide which. I am going to a friend’s house to spend the night; and will call on you tomor- row, if agreeable, and converse with you further upon the matter. She bowed assent, and I retired.

The next after noon I went as agreed; and found her mamma and her alone in the parlor. She was very pensive and appeared to have been in tears. The sight affected me. The idea of having treated her harshly, the eve ning before, disarmed me of my resolution to insist on her decision that day. I invited her to ride with me and visit a friend, to which she readily con- sented. We spent our time agreeably. I forebore to press her on the subject of our future union; but strove rather to soothe her mind, and inspire her with sentiments of tenderness towards me. I conducted her home, and returned early in the eve ning to my friend’s, who met me at the door; and jocosely told me, that he expected I should now rob them of their agreeable neighbor. But, added he, we have been apprehensive that you would be rivalled, if you delayed your visit much longer. I did not suspect a rival, said I. Who can the happy man be? I can say nothing from personal observation, said he; but fame, of late, has talked loudly of Major Sanford and Miss Wharton. Be not alarmed, continued he, seeing me look grave. I presume no harm is intended. The Major is a man of gallantry, and Miss Wharton is a gay lady; but I dare say that your connection will be happy, if it be formed. I noticed a par tic u lar emphasis on the word if; and as we were alone, I followed him with ques- tions, till the whole affair was developed. I informed him of my embarrass- ment; and he gave me to understand that Eliza’s conduct had, for some time past, been a subject of speculation in the town; that formerly, her character was highly esteemed; but that her intimacy with a man of Sanford’s known libertinism; more especially as she was supposed to be engaged to another, had rendered her very censurable; that they were often together; that wherever

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she went, he was sure to follow, as if by appointment; that they walked, talked, sung and danced together in all companies; that some supposed he would marry her; others, that he only meditated adding her name to the black cata logue of deluded wretches, whom he had already ruined!

I rose, and walked the room in great agitation. He apologized for his free- dom; was sorry if he had wounded my feelings; but friendship alone had induced him frankly to declare the truth, that I might guard against duplic- ity and deceit.

I thanked him for his kind intentions; and assured him that I should not quit the town till I had terminated this affair, in one way or another.

I retired to bed, but sleep was a stranger to my eyes. With the dawn I rose; and after breakfast walked to Mrs. Wharton’s, who informed me, that Eliza was in her chamber, writing to a friend, but would be down in a few minutes. I entered into conversation with the old lady on the subject of her daughter’s conduct, hinted my suspicions of the cause, and declared my res- olution of knowing my destiny immediately. She endeavored to extenuate and excuse her as much as pos si ble; but frankly owned that her be hav ior was mysterious; that no pains had been wanting, on her part, to alter and rectify it; that she had remonstrated, expostulated, advised and entreated, as often as occasion required. She hoped that my resolution would have a good effect, as she knew that her daughter esteemed me very highly.

In this manner we conversed till the clock struck twelve; and Eliza, not appearing, I desired her mamma to send up word that I waited to see her. The maid returned with an answer that she was indisposed, and had lain down. Mrs. Wharton observed, that she had not slept for several nights, and complained of the headache in the morning. The girl added, that she would wait on Mr. Boyer in the eve ning. Upon this information I rose and abruptly took my leave. I went to dine with a friend, to whom I had engaged myself the day before; but my mind was too much agitated to enjoy either the com pany or the dinner. I excused myself from tarrying to tea, and returned to Mrs. Wharton’s. On inquiry, I was told that Eliza had gone to walk in the garden; but desired that no person might intrude on her retire- ment. The singularity of the request awakened my curiosity, and determined me to follow her. I sought her in vain, in dif fer ent parts of the garden, till, going towards an arbor, almost concealed from sight, by surrounding shrub- bery, I discovered her, sitting in close conversation with Major Sanford! My blood chilled in my veins, and I stood petri"ed with astonishment, at the disclosure of such baseness and deceit. They both rose in vis i ble confusion. I dared not trust myself to accost them. My passions were raised, and I feared that I might say or do something unbecoming my character. I therefore gave them a look of indignation and contempt, and retreated to the house. I tra- versed the parlor hastily, overwhelmed with chagrin and resentment! Mrs. Wharton inquired the cause. I attempted to tell her, but my tongue refused utterance! While in this situation, Eliza entered the room. She was not less discomposed than myself. She sat down at the win dow and wept. Her mamma wept likewise. At length she recovered herself, in a degree, and desired me to sit down. I answered no; and continued walking. Will you, said she, permit me to vindicate my conduct and explain my motives? Your conduct, said I, cannot be vindicated; your motives need no explanation; they are too apparent! How, Miss Wharton, have I merited this treatment

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from you? But I can bear it no longer. Your indifference to me proceeds from an attachment to another; and forgive me, if I add, to one, who is the disgrace of his own sex, and the destroyer of yours. I have been too long the dupe of your dissimulation and coquetry. Too long has my peace of mind been sacri"ced to the arts of a woman, whose conduct has proved her unwor- thy of my regard; insensible to love, gratitude and honor!

To you, madam, said I, turning to her mother, I acknowledge my obligations for your friendship, politeness and attention. I once hoped for the privilege of rocking for you the cradle of declining age. I am deprived of that privi- lege; but I pray that you may never want a child, whose love and duty shall prove a source of consolation and comfort!

Farewell! If we never meet again in this life, I hope and trust we shall in a better; where the parent’s eye shall cease to weep for the disobedience of a child; and the lover’s heart to bleed for the in"delity of his mistress!

I turned to Eliza, and attempted to speak; but her extreme emotion soft- ened me, and I could not command my voice. I took her hand, and bowing, in token of an adieu, went precipitately out of the house. The residence of my friend, with whom I lodged, was at no great distance, and thither I repaired. As I met him in the entry, I rushed by him, and betook myself to my chamber.

The fever of resentment and the tumult of passion began now to give place to the softer emotions of the soul. I found myself perfectly unmanned. I gave free scope to the sensibility of my heart; and the effeminate relief of tears materially lightened the load which oppressed me.

After this arduous strug gle I went to bed; and slept more calmly than for several nights before. The next morning I wrote a farewell letter to Eliza (a copy of which I shall enclose to you) and ordering my horse to be brought, left town immediately.

My resentment of her be hav ior has much assisted me in erasing her image from my breast. In this exertion I have succeeded beyond my most sanguine expectations. The more I redect on her temper and disposition, the more my gratitude is enlivened towards the wise Disposer of all events for enabling me to break asunder the snares of the deluder. I am convinced that the gaiety and extravagance of her taste, the frivolous levity of her manners disqualify her for the station in which I wished to have placed her. These consider- ations, together with that resignation to an overruling providence which the religion I profess, and teach, required me to cultivate, induce me cheerfully to adopt the following lines of an ingenious poet:

Since all the downward tracts of time, God’s watchful eye surveys, Oh, who so wise to choose our lot, Or regulate our ways?

Since none can doubt his equal love, Unmeasurably kind, To his unerring gracious will, Be every wish resign’d.

Good, when he gives, supremely good, Not less when he denies;

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4. Derived from the prose meditation “Redections on a Flower Garden,” by the En glish writer James Hervey (1714–1758).

E’en crosses from his sovereign hand,4 Are blessings in disguise.

I am, &c. J. Boyer.

to miss eliza wharton

Enclosed in the foregoing

Hartford

madam, Fearing, that my resolution may not be proof against the eloquence of those charms, which have so long commanded me, I take this method of bidding you a "nal adieu. I write not as a lover. That connection between us is forever dissolved; but I address you as a friend; a friend to your happiness, to your reputation, to your temporal and eternal welfare. I will not rehearse the innumerable instances of your imprudence and misconduct, which have fallen under my observation. Your own heart must be your monitor! Suf"ce it for me to warn you against the dangerous tendency of so dissipated a life; and to tell you that I have traced (I believe aright) the cause of your dissimu- lation and indifference to me. They are an aversion to the sober, rational frugal mode of living, to which my profession leads; a fondness for the parade, the gaiety, not to say, the licentiousness of a station calculated to gratify such a disposition; and a prepossession for Major Sanford, infused into your giddy mind by the frippery, dattery and arti"ce of that worthless and abandoned man. Hence you preferred a connection with him, if it could be accomplished; but a doubt, whether it could, together with the advice of your friends, who have kindly espoused my cause, have restrained you from the avowal of your real sentiments, and led you to continue your civilities to me. What the result of your coquetry would have been, had I waited for it, I cannot say, nor have I now any desire or interest to know. I tear from my breast the idea which I have long cherished of future union and happiness with you in the conjugal state. I bid a last farewell to these fond hopes, and leave you forever!

For your own sake, however, let me conjure you to review your conduct and before you have advanced beyond the possibility of returning to recti- tude and honor, to restrain your steps from the dangerous path in which you now tread!

Fly Major Sanford. That man is a deceiver. Trust not his professions. They are certainly insincere; or he would not affect concealment; he would not induce you to a clandestine intercourse! Many have been the victims of his treachery! O Eliza! Add not to the number! Banish him from your soci- ety, if you wish to preserve your virtue unsullied, your character unsuspi- cious! It already begins to depreciate. Snatch it from the envenomed tongue of slander, before it receives an incurable wound!

Many faults have been vis i ble to me; over which my affection once drew a veil. That veil is now removed. And, acting the part of a disinterested

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5. Proverbs 17.22.

friend, I shall mention some few of them with freedom. There is a levity in your manners, which is inconsistent with the solidity and decorum becom- ing a lady who has arrived to years of discretion. There is also an unwar- rantable extravagance betrayed in your dress. Prudence and economy are such necessary, at least, such decent virtues, that they claim the attention of every female, what ever be her station or her property. To these virtues you are apparently inattentive. Too large a portion of your time is devoted to the adorning of your person.

Think not that I write thus plainly from resentment. No. It is from benev- olence. I mention your foibles, not to reproach you with them, but that you may consider their nature and effects, and renounce them.

I wish you to regard this letter as the legacy of a friend; and to improve it accordingly. I shall leave town before you receive it. O, how dif fer ent are my sensations at going, from what they were when I came! But I forbear description.

Think not, Eliza, that I leave you with indifference! The condict is great; the trial is more than I can calmly support! Yet the consciousness of duty affords consolation. A duty I conceive it to be, which I owe to myself; and to the people of my charge, who are interested in my future connection.

I wish not for an answer; my resolution is unalterably "xed. But should you hereafter be convinced of the justice of my conduct; and become a con- vert to my advice, I shall be happy to hear it.

That you may have wisdom to keep you from falling, and conduct you safely through this state of trial to the regions of immortal bliss, is the fer- vent prayer of your sincere friend, and humble servant,

J. Boyer.

Letter XLI

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

The retirement of my native home is not so gloomy, since my return from Boston, as I expected, from the contrast between them.

Indeed, the customs and amusements of this place are materially altered, since the residence of Major Sanford among us. The dull, old- fashioned sobriety which formerly prevailed, is nearly banished; and cheerfulness, vivacity, and enjoyment are substituted in its stead. Plea sure is now diffused through all ranks of the people, especially the rich; and surely it ought to be cultivated, since the wisest of men informs us, that “a merry heart doth good like a medicine.”5 As human life has many diseases, which require medicines, are we not right in selecting the most agreeable and palatable? Major Sanford’s example has had great induence upon our society in gen- eral; and though some of our old dons think him rather licentious; yet, for ought I can see, he is as strict an observer of decorum, as the best of them. True, he seldom goes to church; but what of that? The Deity is not con"ned to temples made with hands. He may worship him as devoutly elsewhere, if he chooses; and who has a right to say he does not?

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6. From The Orphan (1680) 2.286–89, by the En glish dramatist Thomas Otway (1652–1685).

His return from Boston was but a day or two after mine. He paid me an early visit; and, indeed, has been very attentive ever since. My mamma is somewhat precise in her notions of propriety; and of course, blames me for associating so freely with him. She says, that my engagements to Mr. Boyer ought to render me more sedate and more indifferent to the gallantry of mere pleasure- hunters, to use her phrase. But I think other wise. If I am to become a recluse, let me, at least, enjoy those amusements, which are suited to my taste, a short time "rst. Why should I refuse the polite attentions of this gentleman? They smoothe the rugged path of life, and wonderfully acceler- ate the lagging wheels of time.

Indeed, Lucy, he has an admirable talent for contributing to vary and increase amusement. We have few hours unimproved. Some new plan of plea sure and sociability is constantly courting our adoption. He lives in all the magni"cence of a prince; and why should I, who can doubtless share that magni"cence if I please, forego the advantages and indulgences it offers, merely to gratify those friends who pretend to be better judges of my happi- ness than I am myself.

I have not yet told my mamma that he entertains me with the lover’s theme; or, at least, that I listen to it. Yet I must own to you, from whom I have never concealed an action or idea, that his situation in life charms my imagination; that the apparent fervor and sincerity of his passion affect my heart. Yet there is something extremely problematical in his conduct. He is very urgent with me to dissolve my connection with Mr. Boyer, and engage not to marry him without his consent or knowledge, to say no more. He warmly applauds my wish, still longer to enjoy the freedom and in de pen- dence of a single state; and professedly adopts it for his own. While he would disconnect me from another, he mysteriously conceals his own intentions and views. In conversation with him yesterday, I plainly told him that his conduct was unaccountable; that if his professions and designs were honor- able he could not neglect to mention them to my mamma; that I should no longer consent to carry on a clandestine intercourse with him; that I hourly expected Mr.  Boyer, whom I esteemed, and who was the favorite of my friends; and that unless he acted openly in this affair before his arrival, I should give my hand to him.

He appeared thunderstruck at this declaration. All his words and actions were indicative of the most violent emotions of mind. He entreated me to recall the sentence; for I knew not, he said, his motives for secrecy; yet he solemnly swore that they were honorable. I replied in the words of the poet,

Trust not a man, they are by nature cruel, False, deceitful, treacherous, and inconstant. When a man talks of love, with caution hear him; But if he swear, he’ll certainly deceive you.6

He begged that he might know by what means he had provoked my suspi- cions; by what means he had forfeited my con"dence? His importunity van- quished my fortitude; and before we parted, I again promised to make him acquainted, from time to time, with the pro gress of my connection with Mr. Boyer.

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7. Derived from Metamorphoses 7.17, by the Roman poet Ovid (43 b.c.e.–17 c.e.).

Now, my dear friend, I want your advice more than ever. I am inadver- tently embarrassed by this man; and how to extricate myself, I know not. I am sensible that the power is in my hands; but the disposition ( shall I confess it) is wanting!

I know the right, and I approve it too; I know the wrong and yet the wrong pursue!7

I have just received a card from Major Sanford, inviting me to ride this after noon. At "rst I thought of returning a negative answer; but recollect- ing that Mr. Boyer must soon be here, I concluded it best to embrace this opportunity, of talking further with him. I must now prepare to go; but shall not close this letter, for I intend writing in continuation, as events occur, till this impor tant business is deci ded.

Tuesday eve ning. The little tour which I mentioned to you this after noon, was not productive of a "nal determination. The same plea was repeated over, and over again, without closing the cause. On my return I found Mr. Boyer waiting to receive me. My heart beat an involuntary welcome. I received him very cordially, though with a kind of plea sure mixed with apprehension. I must own that his conversation and manners are much better calculated to bear the scrutinizing eye of a re"ned understanding and taste, than Major Sanford’s. But whether the fancy ought not to be consulted about our settlement for life is with me a question.

When we parted last, I had promised Mr. Boyer to inform him positively, at this visit, when my hand should be given. He therefore came, as he told me in the course of our conversation, with the resolution of claiming the ful"lment of this promise.

I begged absolution; told him, that I could not possibly satisfy his claim; and sought still to evade and put off the impor tant decision. He grew warm; and af"rmed that I treated him ungenerously, and made needless delays. He even accused me of indifference towards him; and of partiality to another. Major Sanford he believed, was the man who robbed him of the affection which he had supposed his due. He warned me against any intercourse with him, and insisted that I must renounce the society of the one or the other immediately. He would leave me, he said, this eve ning and call tomorrow to know the result of my determination. It was late before he bade me good night; since which I have written these particulars. It is now time to lay aside my pen, and deliberate what course to take.

Wednesday Eve ning. Last night I closed not my eyes. I rose this morning with the sun, and went into the garden till breakfast. My mamma doubtless saw the disorder of my mind, but kindly avoided any inquiry about it. She was affectionately attentive to me, but said nothing of my par tic u lar con- cerns. I mentioned not my embarrassment to her. She had declared herself in favor of Mr. Boyer; therefore I had no expectation, that she would advise impartially. I retired to my chamber, and remained in a kind of reverie, for more than an hour; when I was roused by the rattling of a carriage at the door. I hastened to the win dow, and saw Major Sanford just driving away. The idea of his having been to converse with my mamma gave me new sen- sations. A thousand perplexities occurred to my mind relative to the part

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most proper for me to act in this critical situation. All these might have been avoided, had I gone down and inquired into the matter; but this I delayed till dinner. My mamma then informed me, that Major Sanford had been with her, and inquired for me; but that she thought it unnecessary to call me, as she presumed I had no par tic u lar business with him. I knew the motives by which she was actuated, and was vexed at her evasions. I told her plainly, that she would never carry her point in this way; that I thought myself capable of conducting my own affairs and wished her not to inter- fere, except by her advice, which I should always listen to, and comply with when I could possibly make it consistent with my inclination and interest. She wept at my undutiful anger (of which I have severely repented since) and affectionately replied, that my happiness was the object of her wishes and prayers; conformably to which she felt constrained, freely to speak her mind, though it incurred my dis plea sure. She then went through again with all the comparative circumstances and merits of the two candidates for my favor, which have perpetually rung in my ears for months. I shed tears at the idea of my embarrassment; and in this condition Mr. Boyer found us. He appeared to be affected by my vis i ble disorder; and without inquiring the cause, endeavored to dissipate it. This was kindly done. He conversed upon indifferent subjects; and invited me to ride, and take tea with your mamma, to which I readily consented. We found her at home; and passed the time agreeably, excepting the alloy of your absence. Mr. Boyer touched lightly on the subject of our last eve ning’s debate; but expatiated largely on the pleasing power of love; and hoped that we should one day both realize and exemplify it in perfection. When we returned, he observed that it was late, and took his leave; telling me that he should call tomorrow; and begged that I would then relieve his suspense. As I was retiring to bed, the maid gave me a hint that Major Sanford’s servant had been here and left a letter. I turned instantly back to my mamma, and telling her my information, demanded the letter. She hesitated, but I insisted on having it; and seeing me resolute, she reluctantly gave it into my hand. It contained the following words:

“Am I forsaken? Am I abandoned? Oh my adorable Eliza, have you sacri- "ced me to my rival? Have you condemned me to perpetual banishment, without a hearing?

I came this day, to plead my cause at your feet; but was cruelly denied the privilege of seeing you! My mind is all anarchy and confusion! My soul is harrowed up with jealousy! I will be revenged on those who separate us, if that distracting event take place! But it is from your lips only that I can hear my sentence! You must witness its effects! To what lengths my despair may carry me, I know not! You are the arbitress of my fate!

Let me conjure you to meet me in your garden tomorrow at any hour you shall appoint. My servant will call for an answer in the morning. Deny me not an interview; but have pity on your faithful Sanford.”

I wrote for answer, that I would meet him tomorrow, at "ve o’clock in the after noon.

I have now before me another night for consideration; and shall pass it in that employment. I purpose not to see Mr. Boyer, till I have conversed with Major Sanford.

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Thursday Morning. The morning dawns and ushers in the day; a day, perhaps big with the fate of your friend! What that fate may be is wrapped in the womb of futurity; that futurity which a kind Providence has wisely concealed from the penetration of mortals!

After mature consideration; after revolving and re- revolving every cir- cumstance on both sides of the question, I have nearly determined, in com- pliance with the advice of my friends, and the dictates of my own judgment, to give Mr. Boyer the preference, and with him to tread the future round of life.

As to the despair of Major Sanford, it does not much alarm me. Such violent passions are seldom so deeply rooted, as to produce lasting effects. I must, however, keep my word, and meet him according to promise.

Mr. Boyer is below. My mamma has just sent me word that he wished to see me. My reply was that I had lain down, which was a fact.

One o’Clock. My mamma, alarmed by my indisposition, has visited my apartment. I soon convinced her that it was but triding, owing principally to the want of sleep; and that an airing in the garden, which I intended towards night, would restore me.

Ten o’clock, at night.— The day is past! And such a day it has been, as I hope never more to see!

At the hour appointed, I went tolerably composed and resolute into the garden. I had taken several turns, and retired into the little arbor, where you and I have spent so many happy hours, before Major Sanford entered. When he appeared, a consciousness of the impropriety of this clandestine intercourse suffused my cheek, and gave a coldness to my manners. He imme- diately penetrated the cause, and observed that my very countenance told him he was no longer a welcome guest to me. I asked him if he ought so to be; since his motives for seeking admission were unworthy of being communi- cated to my friends? That he said was not the case, but that prudence in the pres ent instance required a temporary concealment.

He then undertook to exculpate himself from blame, assuring me that as soon as I should discountenance the expectations of Mr. Boyer, and discon- tinue the reception of his address, his intentions should be made known. He was enlarging upon this topic, when we heard a footstep approaching us; and looking up saw Mr. Boyer within a few paces of the arbor.— Confusion seized us both! We rose involuntarily from our seats, but were mute as stat- ues! He spoke not a word, but casting a look of indignant accusation at me, a glance which penetrated my very soul, turned on his heel, and walked hastily back to the house.

I stood a few moments, considering what course to take, though shame and regret had almost taken from me the power of thought.

Major Sanford took my hand. I withdrew it from him. I must leave you, said I. Where will you go? said he. I will go and try to retrieve my character. It has suffered greatly by this fatal interview.

He threw himself at my feet and exclaimed, leave me not. Eliza, I con- jure you not to leave me. Let me go now, I rejoined, or I bid you farewell for ever. I dew precipitately by him, and went into the parlor, where I found Mr.  Boyer and my mamma, the one traversing the room in the greatest agitation; the other in dood of tears! Their appearance affected me; and I wept like an infant! When I had a little recovered myself, I

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begged him to sit down; he answered no. I then told him, that however unjusti"able my conduct might appear, perhaps I might explain it to his satisfaction, if he would hear me; that my motives were innocent, though they doubtless wore the aspect of criminality, in his view. He sternly replied, that no palliation could avail; that my motives were suf"ciently notorious! He accused me of treating him ill, of rendering him the dupe of coquetting arti"ce, of having an intrigue with Major Sanford, and declared his determination to leave me forever, as unworthy of his regard, and incapable of love, gratitude, or honor!— There was too much reason in support of his accusations for me to gainsay them, had his impetuosity suffered me to attempt it.

But in truth I had no inclination to self defence. My natu ral vivacity had forsaken me; and I listened without interrupting him to the duency of reproachful language, which his resentment inspired. He took a very sol- emn and affectionate leave of my mamma; thanking her for her politeness, and wishing her much future felicity. He attempted to address me, I suppose somewhat in the same way, but his sensibility overcame him; and he only took my hand, and bowing in silence, departed.

The want of rest for two long nights together, the exercise of mind, and condict of passions, which now tortured my breast, were too much for me to support!

When I saw that he was gone; that he had actually forsaken me, I fainted. My mamma, with the assistance of the maid, soon restored me.

When I opened my eyes, and beheld this amiable and tender parent, watch- ing and attending me with the most anxious concern; without one reproachful word, without one accusing look, my redections upon the part I had acted, in defeating her benevolent wishes, were exquisitely afdictive! But we mutually forbore to mention the occasion of my illness; and I complied with her advice to take some refreshment, and retire to my chamber. I am so much fatigued by the exertions of the day, that rest is absolutely necessary; and I lay aside my pen to seek it.

Friday Morning. When I shall again receive the balmy induence of sleep, I know not. It has absolutely forsaken me at pres ent. I have had a most restless night. Every awakening idea presented itself to my imagination; whether I had sustained a real loss in Mr. Boyer’s departure; redections on my own misconduct, with the censure of my friends, and the ill- natured remarks of my enemies, excited the most painful anxiety in my mind!

I am going down, but how shall I see my mamma? To her will I confess my faults, in her maternal breast repose my cares, and by her friendly advice regulate my conduct. Had I done this before, I might have escaped this trou ble, and saved both her and myself many distressing emotions!

Friday Eve ning. I have had a long conversation with my mamma, which has greatly relieved my mind. She has soothed me with the most endearing tenderness.

Mr. Atkins, with whom Mr. Boyer lodged while in town, called here this after noon. I did not see him, but he told my mamma that Mr. Boyer had returned home, and left a letter for me, which he had promised to convey with his own hand. By this letter I am convinced that the dye is absolutely cast, with res pect to him, and that no attempts on my part to bring about a reconciliation would be either prudent or successful. He has penetrated the

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cause of my proceedings; and such is his resentment, that I am inclined not much to regret his avoiding another interview.

My excuses would be deemed utterly insuf"cient, and truth would not befriend and justify me.

As I know you are impatient to hear from me, I will now dispatch this long letter without any other addition, than that I am your sincere friend.

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XLII

to mr. charles deighton

Hartford

Well, Charles, the show is over, as we yankees say; and the girl is my own. That is, if I will have her. I shall take my own time for that, however. I have carried my point, and am amply revenged on the whole posse of those dear friends of her’s. She was entangled by a promise (not to marry this priest without my knowledge,) which her conscience would not let her break. Thank God, I have no conscience. If I had, I believe it would make wretched work with me! I suppose she intended to have one, or the other of us; but preferred me. I have escaped the noose, this time, and I’ll be fairly hanged, if I ever get so near it again. For indeed Charles, I was seriously alarmed. I watched all their motions; and the appearances of harmony between them awakened all my activity and zeal. So great was my infatuation, that I verily believe I should have asked her in marriage, and risked the consequences, rather than to have lost her!

I went to the house, while Mr. Boyer was in town, but her mamma refused to call her, or to acquaint her that I was there. I then wrote a despairing letter, and obtained a conference with her in the garden. This was a fortunate event for me. True, Eliza was very haughty, and resolutely insisted on immediate declaration or rejection. And I cannot say what would have been the result, if Mr. Boyer had not surprized us together. He gave us a pretty harsh look and retired without speaking a word.

I endeavored to detain Eliza, but in vain. She left me on my knees, which are always ready to bend on such occasions.

This "nished the matter, it seems. I rose, and went into a near neighbor’s to observe what happened; and in about half an hour saw Mr. Boyer come out, and go to his lodgings.

This, said I to myself, is a good omen. I went home, and was informed next day, that he had mounted his horse and departed.

I heard nothing more of her till yesterday, when I determined to know how she stood affected towards me. I therefore paid her a visit, her mamma being luckily abroad.

She received me very placidly, and told me, on inquiry, that Mr. Boyer’s resentment at her meeting me in the garden was so great, that he had bid her a "nal adieu. I congratulated myself on having no rival; hoped that her favor would now be unbiassed, and that in due time I should reap the reward of my "delity. She begged me not to mention the subject; said she had been perplexed by our competition, and wished not to hear anything further about

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8. Greatest good (Latin).

it at pres ent. I bowed in obedience to her commands and changed the discourse.

I informed her, that I was about making a tour to the southward; that I should be absent several months, and trusted that on my return her embar- rassments would be over.

I left her with regret. After all, Charles, she is the summum bonum8 of my life. I must have her in some way or other. Nobody else shall, I am resolved.

I am making preparations for my journey; which between you and me, is occasioned by the prospect of making a speculation, by which I hope to mend my affairs. The voyage will at least lessen my expenses, and screen me from the importunity of creditors till I can look about me.

Peter Sanford.

Letter XLIII

to miss eliza wharton

New- Haven my dear eliza, Through the medium of my friends at Hartford I have been informed of the pro gress of your affairs, as they have tran spired. The detail which my sister gave me of your separation from Mr. Boyer was painful; as I had long contemplated a happy union between you. But still more disagreeable sen- sations possessed my breast, when told that you had suffered your lively spirits to be depressed, and resigned yourself to solitude and dejection!

Why, my dear friend, should you allow this event thus to affect you? Heaven, I doubt not, has happiness still in store for you— perhaps greater than you could have enjoyed in that connection. If the conviction of any misconduct on your part gives you pain, dissipate it by the redection, that unerring rectitude is not the lot of mortals, that few are to be found who have not deviated in a greater or less degree from the maxims of prudence. Our greatest mistakes may teach lessons which will be useful through life.

But I will not moralize. Come and see us; and we will talk over the matter once, and then dismiss it forever. Do prevail on your mamma to part with you a month or two, at least. I wish you to witness how well I manage my nursery business. You will be charmed with little Harriot. I am already enough of the mother to think her a miniature of beauty and perfection.

How natu ral, and how easy the transition from one stage of life to another! Not long since I was a gay, volatile girl; seeking satisfaction in fash ion able circles and amusements; but now I am thoroughly domesticated. All my happiness is centered within the limits of my own walls; and I grudge every moment that calls me from the pleasing scenes of domestic life. Not that I am so sel"sh as to exclude my friends from my affection or society. I feel interested in their concerns, and enjoy their com pany. I must own, however, that conjugal and parental love are the main springs of my life. The conduct of some mothers in depriving their helpless offspring of the care and kind- ness which none but a mother can feel, is to me unaccountable. There are many nameless attentions which nothing short of maternal tenderness and

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solicitude can pay; and for which the endearing smiles and progressive improvements of the lovely babe are an ample reward.

How delightful to trace from day to day the expansion of reason and the dawnings of intelligence! Oh, how I anticipate the time, when these facul- ties shall be displayed by the organs of speech; when the lisping accent shall heighten our pres ent plea sure, and the young idea be capable of direc- tion “how to shoot”! General Richman is not less interested by these enjoy- ments than myself. All the father beams in his eye! All the husband reigns in his heart, and pervades his every action!

Miss Lawrence is soon to be married to Mr. Laiton. I believe he is a mere fortune- hunter. Indeed she has little to recommend her to any other. Nature has not been very bountiful, either to her body or mind. Her parents have been shamefully de"cient in her education; but have secured to her what they think the chief good; not considering that happiness is by no means the invariable attendant of wealth.

I hope this incoherent scroll will amuse, while it induces you speedily to favor us with another visit.

My best wishes attend your honored mamma; while I subscribe myself, &c. A. Richman.

Letter XLIV

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

I am extremely depressed, my dear Lucy! The agitating scenes, through which I have lately passed, have broken my spirits, and rendered me un"t for society.

Major Sanford has visited me, and taken his leave. He is gone to the south- ward on a tour of two or three months. I declined any further conversation with him, on the subject of love. At pres ent, I wish not to hear it mentioned by anyone.

I have received a very friendly and consolatory letter from Mrs. Richman. She invites me to spend a few months with her; which with my mamma’s consent I shall do. I hope the change of situation and com pany will dissi- pate the gloom which hangs over my mind.

It is a common observation, that we know not the value of a blessing but by deprivation.

This is strictly veri"ed in my case. I was insensible of my regard for Mr. Boyer, till this fatal separation took place. His merit and worth now appear in the brightest colors. I am convinced of that excellence which I once slighted; and the shade of departed happiness haunts me perpetually! I am sometimes tempted to write him, and confess my faults; to tell him the situation of my mind, and to offer him my hand. But he has precluded all hopes of success, by the severity of his letter to me. At any rate, I shall do nothing of the kind, till my return from New- Haven.

I am the more willing to leave home, as my affairs are made a town talk. My mamma persuades me to disregard it. But how can I rise superior to “The world’s dread laugh, which scarce the "rm phi los o pher can scorn?”

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Pray remember me to Mr. Sumner. You are happy, my friend, in the love and esteem of a worthy man; but more happy still, in deserving them. Adieu.

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XLV

to the same

Hartford

I have returned to the once smiling feat of maternal affection; but I "nd not repose and happiness, even there!

In the society of my amiable friends at New- Haven, I enjoyed every thing that friendship could bestow; but rest to a disturbed mind was not in their power.

I was on vari ous parties of plea sure, and passed through dif fer ent scenes of amusement; but with me they have lost their charms. I relished them not as formerly.

Mrs. Richman advises me to write to Mr. Boyer, and I have concluded to act accordingly. If it answer no other purpose, it will be a relief to my mind. If he ever felt for me the tenderness and regard which he professed, me- thinks they cannot be entirely obliterated. If they still remain, perhaps I may rekindle the gentle dame, and we may both be happy. I may at least recall his esteem, and that will be a satisfaction to my conscious mind.

I won der what has become of Major Sanford! Has he too forsaken me? Is it pos si ble for him wilfully to neglect me? I will not entertain so injurious a suspicion.

Yet, if it were the case, it would not affect me like Mr. Boyer’s disaffection; for I frankly own, that my fancy, and a taste for gaity of life, induced me to cherish the idea of a connection with Major Sanford; while Mr. Boyer’s real merit has imprinted those sentiments of esteem and love in my heart, which time can never efface.

Instead of two or three, more than twelve months have elapsed, and I have not received a line from Major Sanford in all that time, which I fully expected, though he made no mention of writing; nor have I heard a sylla- ble about him, except a report circulated by his servants, that he is on the point of marrying, which I do not believe. No, it is impossible! I am per- suaded that his passion for me was sincere, however deceitful he may have been with others. But I will not bestow an anxious thought upon him. My design relative to Mr. Boyer, demands my whole attention.

My hopes and fears alternately prevail, and my resolution is extremely duc- tuating. How it " nally terminates you shall hear in my next. Pray write to me soon. I stand in need of the consoling power of friendship. Nothing can beguile my pensive hours, and exhilarate my drooping spirits, like your letters.

Let me know how you are to be entertained this winter at the theatre. That, you know, is a favorite amusement of mine. You see I can step out of myself a little. Afford an assisting hand, and perhaps I may again be "t for society.

Eliza Wharton.

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9. Cf. Alexander Pope’s Essay on Criticism (1711), line 573: “And make each day a critic on the last.”

Letter XLVI

to the rev. j. boyer

Hartford

sir, It is partly in compliance with your desire, in your last letter to me, in which you told me, “that when I am convinced of the justice of your conduct, and become a convert to your advice, you shall be happy to hear it;” and partly from a wish to inform you, that such is in truth my pres ent state of mind, that I now write to you.

I cannot but hope that this letter coming from the hand which you once sought, will not be unacceptable.

Pope very justly observes, “that every year is a critic on the last.”9 The truth of this observation is fully exempli"ed in my years! How severely this condemns the follies of the preceding, my own heart alone can testify!

I shall not offer any palliation or apology for my misconduct. You told me it admitted none. I frankly confess it; and if the most humble acknowledge- ment of my offences, with an assurance that they have cost me the deepest repentance, can in any degree atone for them, I now make that atonement. Casting off the veil of dissimulation, I shall write with frankness; believing you possessed of more honor than to make any ungenerous use of the con- "dence reposed in you.

To say that I ever esteemed you, may, perhaps, appear paradoxical, when compared with certain circumstances which occurred during our acquain- tance; but to assert that I loved you may be deemed still more so. Yet these are real facts, facts of which I was then sensible, and by which I am now more than ever affected.

I think you formerly remarked, that absence served but to heighten real love. This I "nd by experience. Need I blush to declare these sentiments, when occasion like this, calls for the avowal? I will go even further, and offer you that heart which once you prized; that hand which you once solic- ited. The sentiments of affection, which you then cultivated, though sup- pressed, I datter myself are not wholly obliterated. Suffer me then to rekindle the latent dame; to revive that friendship and tenderness, which I have so foolishly neglected. The endeavor of my future life shall be to reward your benevolence, and perhaps we may yet be happy together.

But let not this offer of myself constrain you. Let not pity induence your conduct. I would have you return, if that pleasing event take place, a volun- tary act. Receive or consent not to confer happiness.

I thought it a duty which I owed to you, and to myself, to make this expiation; this sacri"ce of female reserve, for the wrongs I have done you. As such I wish you to accept it; and if your affections are entirely alienated, or other wise engaged; if you cannot again command the res pect and love which I would recall, do not despise me for the concessions I have made. Think as favorably of my past faults, and of my pres ent disposition, as charity will allow. Continue, if pos si ble, to be my friend, though you cease to be my lover.

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Should this letter "nd you in the full possession of happiness, let not the idea of your once loved Eliza, thus intruding itself again upon your thoughts, interrupt your enjoyments. May some distinguished female, as deserving, as fair, partake with you of that bliss which I have forfeited.

What ever may be my destiny, my best wishes shall ever attend you, and a pleasing remembrance of your honorable attentions preside, till death, in the breast of,

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XLVII

to miss eliza wharton

Hampshire

madam, As I was sitting last eve ning in my study, a letter was handed me by a servant; upon which I no sooner cast my eye, than I recognized, with surprise, the hand and seal of my once loved, but to me long lost Eliza! I opened it hastily, and with still greater surprise, read the contents!

You write with frankness. I shall answer in the same manner. On reviewing our former intercourse, be assured, that I have not an accus-

ing thought in my heart. The regard which I felt for you was tender and ani- mated, but it was not of that passionate kind which ends in death or despair. It was governed by reason, and had a nobler object in view, than mere sensual grati"cation. It was excited by the appearance of excellent qualities. Your conduct, at length, convinced me it was misplaced; that you possessed not, in real ity, those charms which I had fondly ascribed to you. They were inconsis- tent, I conceived, with that arti"ce and dissimulation, of which you strove to render me the dupe. But thank heaven, the snare was broken. My eyes were opened to discover your folly; and my heart, engaged, as it was, exerted reso- lution and strength to burst asunder the chain by which you held me enslaved, and to assert the rights of an injured man.

The parting scene, you remember. I reluctantly bade you adieu. I tore myself from you, determined to eradicate your idea from my breast! Long and severe was the strug gle. I at last vanquished, as I thought, every tender passion of my soul, (for they all centered in you) and resigned myself to my God and my duty; devoting those affections to friendship, which had been disappointed in love. But they are again called into exercise. The virtuous, the amiable, the accomplished Maria Selby possesses my entire con"dence and esteem; and I trust I am not deceived, when I think her highly deserving of both. With her I expect soon to be united in the most sacred and endearing of human relations; with her to pass my future days in serenity and peace.

Your letter, therefore, came too late; were there no other obstacle to the renewal of our connection. I hope at the close of life, when we take a retrospect of the past, that neither of us shall have reason to regret our separation.

Permit me to add, that for your own sake, and for the sake of your ever valued friends, I sincerely rejoice that your mind has regained its native strength and beauty; that you have emerged from the shade of fanciful van- ity. For although to adopt your own phrase, I cease to style myself your lover,

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1. See the two preceding letters [Foster’s note].

among the number of your friends, I am happy to be reckoned. As such, let me conjure you, by all that is dear and desirable, both in this life, and another, to adhere, with undeviating exactness, to the path of rectitude and innocence; and to improve the noble talents, which heaven has liberally bestowed upon you, in rendering yourself amiable, and useful to your friends. Thus will you secure your own, while you promote the happiness of all around you.

I shall ever cherish sentiments of kindness towards you, and with gratitude remember your condescension, in the testimony of regard, which you have given me in your last letter.

I hope soon to hear that your heart and hand are bestowed on some wor- thy man, who deserves the happiness you are formed to communicate. What ever we may have called errors, will, on my part, be forever buried in oblivion; and for your own peace of mind, I entreat you to forget that any idea of a connection between us ever existed.

I shall always rejoice at the news of your welfare, and my ardent prayers will daily arise for your temporal and eternal felicity.

I am, &c. J. Boyer.

Letter XLVIII

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

Health, placid serenity, and every domestic plea sure are the lot of my friend; while I, who once possessed the means of each, and the capacity of tasting them, have been tossed upon the waves of folly, till I am shipwrecked on the shoals of despair!

Oh my friend, I am undone! I am slighted, rejected by the man who once sought my hand, by the man who still retains my heart! And what adds an insupportable poignancy to the redection, is self- condemnation! From this inward torture, where shall I dee? Where shall I seek that happiness which I have madly trided away?

The enclosed letters1 will show you whence this tumult of soul arises. But I blame not Mr. Boyer. He has acted nobly. I approve his conduct, though it operates my ruin!

He is worthy of his intended bride, and she is what I am not, worthy of him. Peace and joy be their portion, both here and hereafter! But what are now my prospects? What are to be the future enjoyments of my life?

Oh that I had not written to Mr. Boyer! By confessing my faults, and by avowing my partiality to him, I have given him the power of triumphing in my distress; of returning to my tortured heart all the pangs of slighted love! And what have I now to console me? My bloom is decreasing; my health is sensibly impaired. Those talents, with the possession of which I have been dattered, will be of little avail when unsupported by respectability of character!

My mamma, who knows too well the distraction of my mind, endeavors to soothe and compose me, on christian princi ples; but they have not their desired effect. I dare not converse freely with her on the subject of my pres ent

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uneasiness, lest I should distress her. I am therefore, obliged to conceal my disquietude, and appear as cheerful as pos si ble in her com pany, though my heart is ready to burst with grief!

Oh that you were near me, as formerly, to share and alleviate my cares! To have some friend in whom I could repose con"dence, and with whom I could freely converse, and advise, on this occasion, would be an unspeakable comfort!

Such a one, next to yourself, I think Julia Granby to be. With your leave and consent I should esteem it a special favor if she would come and spend a few months with me. My mamma joins in this request. I would write to her on the subject, but cannot compose myself at pres ent. Will you prefer my petition for me?

If I have not forfeited your friendship, my dear Mrs. Sumner, write to me, and pour its healing balm into the wounded mind of your

Eliza Wharton.

Letter XLIX

to miss eliza wharton

Boston

Your truly romantic letter came safe to hand. Indeed, my dear, it would make a very pretty "gure in a novel. A bleeding heart, slighted love, and all the et ceteras of romance enter into the composition!

Excuse this raillery; and I will now write more seriously. You refer your- self to my friendship for consolation. It shall be exerted for the purpose. But I must act the part of a skilful surgeon, and probe the wound, which I undertake to heal.

Where, O Eliza Wharton! Where is that fund of sense and sentiment which once animated your engaging form? Where that strength of mind, that in de pen dence of soul, that alacrity and sprightliness of deportment, which formerly raised you superior to every adverse occurrence? Why have you resigned these valuable endowments, and suffered yourself to become the sport of contending passions?

You have now emerged from that mist of fanciful folly, which, in a mea- sure obscured the brilliance of your youthful days.

True, you "gured among the "rst- rate coquettes; while your friends, who knew your accomplishments, lamented the misapplication of them; but now they rejoice at the returning empire of reason.

True, you have erred; misled by the gaiety of your disposition, and that volatility, and inconsideration, which were incident to your years; but you have seen and nobly confessed your errors. Why do you talk of slighted love? True, Mr. Boyer, supposing you disregarded him, transferred his affections to another object; but have you not your admirers still, among men of real merit? Are you not esteemed and caressed by numbers, who know you capable of shining in a distinguished sphere of life? Turn then, my friend, from the gloomy prospect, which your disturbed imagination has brought into view. Let reason and religion erect their throne in your breast; obey their dictates and be happy. Past experience will point out the quicksands which you are to avoid in your future course.

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2. Derived from Oedipus, a Tragedy (1679) 3.1.588–93, by the En glish poet and dramatist John Dryden (1631–1700); here, Oedipus learns that he has married his mother, Jocasta.

Date then, from this, a new era of life; and may every moment be attended with felicity. Follow Mr. Boyer’s advice, and forget all former connections.

Julia accepts your invitation. Nothing short of your request could induce me to part with her. She is a good girl; and her society will amuse and instruct you.

I am, &c. Lucy Sumner.

Letter L

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

My Julia Granby has arrived. She is all that I once was; easy, sprightly, debonair. Already has she done much towards relieving my mind. She endeavors to divert and lead my thoughts into a dif fer ent channel from that to which they are now prone. Yesterday, we had each an invitation to a ball. She labored hard to prevail on me to go; but I obstinately refused. I cannot yet mix with gay and cheerful circles. I therefore alleged that I was indis- posed, and persuaded her to go without me.

The events of my life have always been unaccountably wayward. In many instances I have been ready to suppose that some evil genius presided over my actions, which has directed them contrary to the sober dictates of my own judgment.

I am sometimes tempted to adopt the sentiment expressed in the following lines of the poet,

To you, great gods, I make my last appeal; O, clear my conscience, or my crimes reveal! If wand’ring through the paths of life I’ve run; And backward trod the steps, I fought to shun, Impute my errors to your own decree; My feet were guilty, but my heart was free.2

I suppose you will tell me, that the fate I accuse, through the poet, is only the result of my own imprudence. Well, be it what it may; either the impulse of my own passions, or some higher ef"ciency; sure I am, that I pay dear for its operation.

I have heard it remarked, that experience is the preceptor of fools; but that the wise need not its instruction. I believe I must be content to rank accordingly, and endeavor to reap advantage from its tuition.

Julia urges me to revisit the scenes of amusements and plea sure; in which she tells me, she is actuated by sel"sh motives. She wishes it for her own sake. She likes neither to be secluded from them, nor to go alone. I am sometimes half inclined to seek, in festive mirth, a refuge from thought and redection. I would escape, if pos si ble, from the idea of Mr. Boyer. This I have never been able to accomplish, since he dropped a tear upon my hand, and left me.

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I marked the spot with my eye; and twenty times in a day, do I view it, and fondly imagine it still there! How could I give him pain! I hope his happy Maria never will! I hope she will reward that merit, which I have slighted! But I forbear. This theme carries away my pen, if I but touch upon it. And no won der; for it is the sole exercise of my thoughts! Yet I will endeavor to divert them. Send me some new books; not such, however, as will require much attention. Let them be plays or novels, or anything else, that will amuse and extort a smile.

Julia and I have been rambling in the garden. She insisted upon my going with her into the arbor, where I was surprised with Major Sanford. What a crowd of painful ideas rushed upon my imagination! I believe she repented her rashness. But no more of this. I must lay aside my pen; for I can write nothing else!

Eliza Wharton.

Letter LI

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

dear madam, You commanded me to write you respecting Miss Wharton; and I obey. But I cannot describe to you the surprising change, which she has under gone. Her vivacity has entirely forsaken her; and she has actually become, what she once dreaded above all things, a recluse! She dies from com pany, as eagerly as she formerly sought it! Her mamma is exceedingly distressed by the settled melancholy which appears in her darling child; but neither of us think it best to mention the subject to her. We endeavor to "nd means to amuse her; and we datter ourselves that the prospect of success rather increases. It would add greatly to my happiness, to contribute, in any degree, to restore her to herself, to her friends, and to society.

We are all invited to dine abroad tomorrow; and to oblige me, she has consented to go.

Pray madam, write to her often. Your letters may do much for her. She is still feelingly alive to the power of friendship; and none can exercise it upon her to greater ac cep tance or with more advantage than yourself.

Major Sanford’s house is undergoing a complete repair. The report is, that he is soon to be married. Miss Wharton has heard, but does not believe it. I hope, for her sake, it will prove true. For, at any rate, he is about return- ing; and from her mamma’s account of his past conduct towards Eliza, were he to return unconnected, he would prob ably renew his attentions; and though they might end in marriage, her happiness would not be secured. She has too nice a sense of love and honor, to compound with his licentious princi ples. A man, who has been dissolute before marriage, will very sel- dom be faithful afterwards.

I went into Eliza’s chamber the other day, and found her with a miniature picture in her hand. You pretend to be a physiognomist, Julia, said she. What can you trace in that countenance? I guessed whose it was; and look- ing wistfully at it, replied, I believe the original is an artful, designing man.

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3. Reference to the advice book Letters to His Son, by Philip Stanhope, fourth Earl of Chester- "eld (1694–1773), which counsels duplicitous

be hav ior to make one’s way with women and in the world. 4. Ultimo, i.e., of the previous month (Latin).

He looks to me like a Chester"eldian.3 Pray who is he? Major Sanford, said she; and I am afraid you have hit his character exactly. Sure I am, that the appearance of those traits in it has made my heart ache! She wept, as she spoke it.

Poor girl! I wish he may never give you greater cause to weep! She is strongly blind to the vices and imperfections of this man. Though naturally penetrating, he has somehow or other cast a deceptious mist over her imagi- nation, with res pect to himself. She professes neither to love, nor esteem him; and owns that his ungenerous arti"ce misled her in her treatment of Mr. Boyer. Yet she has forgiven him, and thinks him a pleasing companion!

How prone to error is the human mind! How much lighter than the breath of zephyrs the operations of fancy! Strange then, it should ever preponderate over the weightier powers of the understanding!

But I will not moralize. My business here is to dissipate, not to collect ideas; and I must regulate myself accordingly.

I am endeavoring to prepare Eliza, by degrees, to accompany me to Boston, the ensuing winter; but think it doubtful whether I shall succeed. I shall, however, return myself; till when, I am, &c.

Julia Granby.

Letter LII

to miss eliza wharton

Boston

my dear eliza, I received yours of the 24th. ult.4 and thank you for it; though it did not afford me those lively sensations of plea sure, which I usually feel at the perusal of your letters. It inspired me both with concern and chagrin. With concern, lest your dejection of mind should affect your health; and with chagrin at your apparent indulgence of melancholy. Indeed, my friend, your own happiness and honor require you to dissipate the cloud which hangs over your imagination.

Rise then above it; and prove yourself superior to the adverse occurrences which have befallen you. It is by surmounting dif"culties, not by sinking under them, that we discover our fortitude. True courage consists not in dying from the storms of life; but in braving and steering through them with prudence. Avoid solitude. It is the bane of a disordered mind; though of great utility to a healthy one. Your once favorite amusements court your attention. Refuse not their solicitations. I have contributed my mite, by sending you a few books; such as you requested. They are of the lighter kind of reading; yet perfectly chaste; and if I mistake not, well adapted to your taste.

You wish to hear from our theatre. I believe it will be well supplied with performers this winter. Come and see whether they can afford you any entertainment. Last eve ning I attended a tragedy; but never will I attend

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another. I have not yet been able to erase the gloom which it impressed upon my mind. It was Romeo and Juliet. Distressing enough to sensibility this! Are there not real woes (if not in our own families, at least among our own friends and neighbors) suf"cient to exercise our sympathy and pity, with- out introducing "ctitious ones into our very diversions? How can that be a diversion, which racks the soul with grief, even though that grief be imag- inary. The introduction of a funeral solemnity, upon the stage, is shocking indeed!

Death is too serious a matter to be sported with! An opening grave can- not be a source of amusement to any considerate mind! The closing scene of life can be no pastime, when realized! It must therefore awaken painful sensations; in the repre sen ta tion!

The circus is a place of fash ion able resort of late, but not agreeable to me. I think it inconsistent with the delicacy of a lady, even to witness the indecorums, which are practised there; especially, when the performers of equestrian feats are of our own sex. To see a woman depart so far from the female character, as to assume the masculine habit and attitudes; and appear entirely indifferent, even to the externals of modesty, is truly disgusting, and ought not to be countenanced by our attendance, much less by our appro- bation. But setting aside this circumstance, I cannot conceive it to be a plea sure to sit a whole eve ning, trembling with apprehension, lest the poor wight of a horse man, or juggler, or what ever he is to be called, should break his neck in contributing to our entertainment.

With Mr.  Bowen’s museum,5 I think you were much pleased. He has made a number of judicious additions to it, since you were here. It is a source of rational and re"ned amusement. Here the eye is grati"ed, the imagina- tion charmed, and the understanding improved. It will bear frequent reviews without palling on the taste. It always affords something new; and for one, I am never a weary spectator.

Our other public and private places of resort are much as you left them. I am happy in my pres ent situation; but when the summer returns, I

intend to visit my native home. Again, my Eliza, will we ramble together in those retired shades which friendship has rendered so delightful to us. Adieu, my friend, till then. Be cheerful, and you will yet be happy.

Lucy Sumner.

Letter LIII

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

Gracious Heaven! What have I heard? Major Sanford is married! Yes, the ungrateful, the deceitful wretch, is married! He has forsworn, he has per- jured, and given himself to another! That, you will say, is nothing strange. It is characteristic of the man. It may be so; but I could not be convinced of his per"dy, till now!

5. In 1791, Daniel Bowen established Boston’s "rst museum, "lled with paintings, war statues, and preserved animals, among other curiosities.

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Perhaps it is all for the best. Perhaps, had he remained unconnected, he might still have deceived me; but now I defy his arts!

They tell me he has married a woman of fortune. I suppose he thinks, as I once did, that wealth can ensure happiness. I wish he may enjoy it.

This event would not affect me at all, were it not for the depression of spir- its which I feel, in consequence of a previous disappointment; since which, every thing of the kind agitates and overcomes me. I will not see him. If I do, I shall betray my weakness, and datter his vanity; as he will doubtless think he has the power of mortifying me by his connection with another.

Before this news discomposed me, I had attained to a good degree of cheerfulness. Your kind letter, seconded by Julia’s exertions, had assisted me in regulating my sensibility. I have been frequently into com pany, and "nd my relish for it gradually returning.

I intend to accept the plea sure to which you invite me, of spending a little time with you, this winter. Julia and I will come together. Varying the scene may contribute effectually to dissipate the gloom of my imagination. I would dy to almost any resort, rather than my own mind. What a dreadful thing it is to be afraid of one’s own redections, which ought to be a constant source of enjoyment! But I will not moralize. I am suf"ciently melancholy, without any additional cause to increase it!

Eliza Wharton

Letter LIV

to mr. charles deighton

Hartford

dear deighton, Who do you think is writing to you? Why, it is your old friend, metamor- phosed into a married man! You stare, and can hardly credit the assertion. I cannot realize it myself; yet, I assure you, Charles, it is absolutely true! Necessity, dire necessity, forced me into this dernier resort. I told you, some time ago, it would come to this.

I stood aloof, as long as pos si ble; but in vain did I attempt to shun the noose. I must either dy to this resource; or give up all my show, equipage, and plea sure, and degenerate into a downright plodding money- catcher, for a subsistance. I chose the "rst; and who would not? Yet I feel some remorse at taking the girl to wife, from no better motives. She is really too good for such an imposition. But she must blame herself, if she suffers hereafter; for she was visibly captivated by my external appearance; and wanted but very little solicitation to confer herself and fortune on so charming a fellow. Her parents opposed her inclination, for a while, because I was a stranger, and rather too gay for their taste. But she had not been used to contradiction, and could not bear it; and therefore they ventured not to cross her. So I bore off the prize; and prize she really is. Five thousand pounds in possession, and more in reversion, if I do not forfeit it. This will compensate for some of my past mistakes, and set matters right for the pres ent. I think it doing much better than to have taken the little Laurence girl, I told you of, with half the sum. Besides, my Nancy is handsomer, and a more agreeable per- son. But that is of little consequence to me, you know. “Beauty soon grows

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6. From Joseph Addison’s Cato 1.1.143–46. 7. From Alexander Pope’s An Essay on Man, Epistle 2, lines 59–66.

8. The Ele ments of General History, a widely known work by the French historian Claude- François- Xavier Millot (1726–1785).

familiar to the lover.”6 Were I a lover, it would be of no great avail. A lover I am; yet not of my wife. The dart which I received from Miss Wharton sticks fast in my heart; and I assure you, I could hardly persuade myself even to appear unfaithful to her. O, Eliza, accuse me not of in"delity; for your image is my constant companion! A thousand times have I cursed the unpropitious stars, which withheld from her a fortune. That would have enabled me to marry her; and with her, even wedlock would have been sup- portable.

I am told that she is still single. Her sober lover never returned. Had he loved as I did, and do, he could not have been so precipitate. But these stoic souls are good for nothing, that I know of, but

Fix’d like a plant, to one peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.7

I want to see Eliza, and I must see her; yet I dread an interview. I shall frankly confess my motives for marrying; and the reasons of my conduct, before I went away. I shall own that my circumstances would not allow me to possess her; and yet that I could not resign her to another.

When I make up the matter with her, I shall solicit her friendship for my wife. By this means I may enjoy her society, at least, which will alleviate the con"nement of a married state. To my spouse I must be as civil as pos si ble. I really wish she had less merit, that I might have a plausible excuse for neglecting her.

Tomorrow I shall go to Mrs. Wharton’s. I am very much taken up with complimental visits, at pres ent. What deference is always paid to equipage! They may talk of this virtue, their learning, and what not; but without either of them, I shall bear off the palm of res pect from those, who have them, unadorned with gold, and its shining appendages.

Every thing hereabouts recalls Eliza to my mind. I impatiently anticipate the hour, which will convey me to her presence.

Peter Sanford.

Letter LV

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

A new scene has opened upon us today, my dear Mrs. Sumner; a visit from Major Sanford. My mamma, Miss Granby, and myself were sitting together in the chamber. Miss Granby was entertaining us by reading aloud in Mil- lot’s ele ments of history,8 when a servant rapped at the door, and handed in the following billet.

“ Will Miss Wharton condescend to converse a few moments with her once favored Sanford? He is but too sensible that he has forfeited all claim to the privilege. He therefore presumes not to request it on the score of merit, or of former acquaintance; but solicits it from her benevolence and pity.”

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I read and showed it to my mamma and Julia. What, said I, shall I do? I wish not to see him. His arti"ce has destroyed my peace of mind; and his presence may open the wounds which time is closing. Act, said my mamma, agreeably to the dictates of your own judgment. I see no harm in conversing with him, said Julia. Perhaps it may remove some disagreeable thoughts, which now oppress and give you pain. And as he is no longer a candidate for your affections, added she, with a smile, it will be less hazardous than for- merly. He will not have the insolence to speak; nor you the folly to hear, the language of love.

He was accordingly invited in. When I rose to go down, I hesitated, and even trembled. I fear, said I, to myself, it will be too much for me; yet why should it? Conscious innocence will support me. This he has not. When I entered the room he stepped forward to meet me. Confusion and shame were visibly depicted in his countenance. He approached me hastily; and without uttering a word, took my hand. I withdrew it. O! Miss Wharton, said he, despise me not. I am convinced that I deserve your dis plea sure and disdain; but my own heart has avenged your cause. To your own heart, then, said I, I will leave you! But why do you again seek an interview with one whom you have endeavored to mislead; with one whom you have treated with unmerited neglect? Justice to myself required my appearing before you; that by confess- ing my faults, and obtaining your forgiveness, I might soften the reproaches of my own mind. Will you be seated, sir? said I. Will you, rejoined he, conde- scend to sit with me, Eliza? I will, sir, answered I. The rights of hospitality I shall not infringe. In my own house, therefore, I shall treat you with civility. Indeed, said he, you are very severe; but I have provoked all the coldness and reserve which you can indict!

I am a married man, Eliza. So I understand, said I; and I hope you will never treat your wife with that dissimulation and falsehood, which you have exercised towards me. Would to heaven, exclaimed he, that you were my wife! I should not then fail in my love or duty as a husband! Yet she is an amiable girl; and, had I a heart to give her, I might still be happy! But that, alas! I can never recall. Why, then, said I, did you marry her? You were doubtless master of your own actions. No, said he, I was not. The embarrassed state of my affairs precluded the possibility of acting as I wished. Loving you most ardently, I was anxious to prevent your union with another, till I could so far improve my circumstances, as to secure you from poverty and want in a con- nection with me. My regard was too sincere to permit me to deceive you, by a marriage which might have proved unhappy for us both. My pride forbad my telling you the motives of my delay; and I left you to see if I could place myself in a situation worthy of your ac cep tance. This I could not effect; and therefore have run the risk of my future happiness, by marrying a lady of afduence. This secures to me the externals of enjoyment; but my heart, I fear, will never participate it. Yet it affords me some degree of satisfaction that I have not involved you in distress. The only alleviation of which my banishment from you is capable, is your forgiveness. In compassion then, refuse it not! It cannot injure you! To me it will be worth millions! He wept! Yes, Lucy, this libertine; this man of plea sure and gallantry wept! I really pitied him from my heart. I forgive you, said I, and wish you happy; yet, on this condition only, that you never again pollute my ears with the recital of your infamous passion. Yes, infamous, I call it, for what softer appellation

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can be given to such professions from a married man? Harbor not an idea of me, in future, inconsistent with the love and "delity which you owe your wife; much less, presume to mention it, if you wish not to be detested by me; and forever banished from my presence. He expressed gratitude for his abso- lution even upon these terms; and hoped his future conduct would entitle him to my friendship and esteem. That, I replied, time only can determine.

One favor more he begged leave to solicit; which was, that I would be a neighbor to his wife. She was a stranger, he said, and would deem my soci- ety a par tic u lar privilege. This, I told him, I could not grant, at pres ent, what ever I might do hereafter. He did not urge it any further but inquired after my mamma, and expressed a wish to see her. I rung the bell, and ordered her and Miss Granby to be called. When they came, he was very polite to them both; and, after usual compliments, told my mamma that he was happy in having obtained my forgiveness, to which he was anxious to have her seal af"xed. My daughter, said she, is the injured party; and if she be satis"ed, I shall not complain. He thanked her for her condescension; informed her that he was married, and requested her to visit his wife. We then conversed upon dif fer ent subjects for a short time, and he took his leave: a sigh escaped him as he departed; and a gloom was vis i ble in his countenance, which I never observed before.

I must acknowledge that this interview has given me satisfaction. I have often told you that if I married Major Sanford, it would be from a predilec- ton for his situation in life. How wretched must have been my lot, had I discovered, too late, that he was by no means possessed of the in de pen- dence, which I fondly anticipated. I knew not my own heart, when I con- templated a connection with him. Little did I think that my regard for Mr. Boyer was so deeply rooted, as I now "nd it. I foolishly imagined that I could turn my affections into what channel I pleased. What then must have been my feelings, when I found myself deprived both of inward peace and outward enjoyment! I begin now to emerge from the darkness, in which I have been long benighted! I hope the tragic comedy, in which I have acted so con spic u ous a part, will come to a happy end.

Julia and I talk, now and then, of a journey to Boston. As yet I have not resolution to act with much decision upon the subject. But, wherever I am, and what ever may be my fate, I shall always be your’s in truth,

Eliza Wharton.

Letter LVI

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

I begin to hope we shall come to rights here, by and by. Major Sanford has returned; has made us a visit; and a treaty of peace, and amity (but not of commerce,) is rati"ed.

Eliza appears to be rapidly returning to her former cheerfulness, if not gaity. I hope she will not diverge too far from her pres ent sedateness and solid- ity; yet I am not without apprehensions of danger on that score. One extreme commonly succeeds another. She tells me, that she assiduously cultivates her natu ral vivacity; that she "nds her taste for com pany and amusements

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increasing; that she dreads being alone, because past scenes arise to view which vex and discompose her.

These are indications of a mind not perfectly right. I datter myself, however, that the time is not far distant, when her passions will vibrate with regularity.

I need not repeat to you anything relative to Major Sanford’s conciliatory visit. Eliza has given you a par tic u lar, and I believe, a faithful detail. I was called down to see this wonderful man; and disliked him exceedingly. I am astonished that Eliza’s penetrating eye, has not long since read his vices in his very countenance. I am told by a friend, who has visited them, that he has an agreeable wife; and I wish she may "nd him a husband of the same description; but I very much doubt the accomplishment of my wish. For I have no charity for these reformed rakes.

We were walking abroad the other after noon, and met Major Sanford and lady. Eliza did not see them till they were very near us. She started, turned pale, and then colored like crimson. I cannot but think, a little envy rankled in her heart. Major Sanford very politely accosted us; and congrat- ulated Mrs. Sanford on this opportunity of introducing her to a par tic u lar friend; presenting Eliza. She received her with an easy dignity, and bid her welcome to this part of the country. Mrs. Sanford answered her modestly; hoped for the plea sure of a further acquaintance; and urged us, as we were not far from their house, to return with them to tea. We declined; and, wishing each other a good eve ning, parted. Major Sanford’s eyes were riveted on Eliza, the whole time we were together; and he seemed loath to remove them, when we separated. I suspect there is some truth in his tale of love. I shall therefore discourage Eliza from associating with him under any pre- text what ever. She appeared more pensive and thoughtful than common, as we returned home; and said little the rest of the eve ning; but next morning was as chatty as ever.

She is warm in the praises of Mrs. Sanford, thinks her an accomplished woman, and won ders that the major could suggest an idea of marrying her for her money. She intends, she says, to visit her soon; and wishes me to accompany her. This, for her own sake, I shall defer, as long as pos si ble.

I am, &c. Julia Granby.

Letter LVII

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

By Julia’s advice, we have neglected the repeated invitations of Major San- ford, to visit and commence neighborhood with them, till yesterday; when we received a polite billet, requesting the honor of our com pany to dine. My mamma declined going; but said she had no objection to our compliance with the message, if we thought proper. Julia and I accordingly went. We found a large com pany assembled in a spacious hall, splendidly furnished and decorated. They were all very polite and attentive to me; but none more so than Major Sanford and his lady, who jointly strove to dissipate the pen- siveness of my mind, which I found it impossible to conceal. When we were

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summoned to dinner, the major being near me, offered his hand, and lead- ing me into the dining room, seated me at a table furnished with all the variety which could please the eye, or regale the taste of the most luxurious epicure. The conversation turned on vari ous subjects, literary, po liti cal, and miscellaneous. In the eve ning we had a ball. Major Sanford gave the hand of his wife to a Mr. Grey, alledging that he was a stranger, and therefore, entitled to par tic u lar attention; and then solicited mine for himself. I was on the point of refusing him, but recollecting that it might have the appear- ance of continued resentment, contrary to my declaration of forgiving what was past, I complied. He was all kindness and assiduity; the more so, I imagine, with a view to make amends for his former ingratitude and neglect. Tenderness is now peculiarly soothing to my wounded heart. He took an opportunity of conversing with his wife and me together; hoped she would be honored with my friendship and acquaintance; and begged, for her sake, that I would not be a stranger at his house. His Nancy, he said, was far removed from her maternal friends; but I could supply their place, if I would generously undertake the task. She joined in expressing the same senti- ments and wishes. Alas! Sir, said I, Eliza Wharton is not now what she once was! I labor under a depression of spirits, which must render my com pany rather painful than pleasing to my friends. The idea of what I had been, contrasted with what I then was, touched my sensibility; and I could not restrain the too of"cious tear from stealing down my cheek. He took me by the hand, and said, you distress me, Miss Wharton, indeed, you distress me! Happiness must, and shall attend you! Cursed be the wretch who could wound a heart like yours!

Julia Granby now joined us. An inquisitive concern was vis i ble in her countenance.

I related this conversation to her, after we returned home; but she approved it not.

She thought Major Sanford too particularly attentive to me, considering what had previously happened. She said it would be noticed by others, and the world would make unfavorable remarks upon any appearance of inti- macy between us. I care not for that, said I. It is an ill- natured, misjudging world; and I am not obliged to sacri"ce my friends to its opinion. Were Major Sanford a single man I should avoid his society; but since he is mar- ried; since his wife is young, beautiful and lovely, he can have no tempta- tion to injure me. I therefore see no evil, which can arise from the cultivation of friendship with her, at least. I relish com pany so little, that I may surely be indulged in selecting that which is most agreeable to my taste, to prevent my becoming quite a misanthrope.

I thank you, my dear Mrs. Sumner, for your kind letter. It was a season- able cordial to my mind; and I will endeavor to pro"t by your advice.

Your remarks on the public entertainments are amusing, and as far as I am a judge, perfectly just.

I think it a pity they have not female man ag ers for the theatre. I believe it would be under much better regulations, than at pres ent.

With cordial re spects to Mr. Sumner, I subscribe myself, yours in sincerity, Eliza Wharton.

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Letter LVIII

to mr. charles deighton

Hartford

Rejoice with me, my friend, that I have made my peace with the mistress of my heart. No devotee could have been more sincere in his penitence, than I was in mine. Indeed, Charles, I never knew I had so much sensibility before! Why, I was as much a woman as the very weakest of the sex!

But I dealt very plainly and sincerely with her, to be sure; and this atones for all past offences, and procures absolution for many others yet to be committed.

The dear girl was not inexorable; she was as placable and condescending as I could expect, considering the nature of the crime, which was appar- ently slighting her person and charms, by marrying another. This you know is one of the nicest points with the ladies. Attack their honor, that is their chastity, and they construe it to be the effect of excessive love, which hur- ries you a little beyond the bounds of prudence. But touch their vanity, by preferring another, and they will seldom pardon you. You will say I am very severe upon the sex. And have I not reason to be so, since I have found so many frail ones among them. This, however, is departing from my subject.

Eliza is extremely altered! Her pale dejected countenance, with the sedateness of her manners, so dif fer ent from the lively glow of health, cheer- fulness and activity which formerly animated her appearance and deport- ment, struck me very disagreeably.

With all my gallantry and duency in love matters, I was unable to acquit myself tolerably; or to address her with any degree of ease and con"dence. She was very calm; and spoke with great indifference about my marriage, &c. which morti"ed me exceedingly. Yet I cannot consent to believe that her pres ent depression of spirits arises solely from Mr. Boyer’s in"delity. I datter myself that I am of suf"cient consequence to her to have contributed in a degree.

When I inquired after her health, she told me she had been indisposed; but was now much better. This indisposition, I am informed, was purely mental; and I am happy to observe her recovering from it. I frequently visit her, sometimes with and sometimes without my wife; of whom, through my mediation, she has become a favorite. I have married, and according to the general opinion, reformed. Yet I suspect my reformation, like most others of the kind will prove instable as “the baseless fabric of a vision;” unless I ban- ish myself entirely from her society. But that I can never do; for she is still lovely in my eyes, and I cannot control my passions. When absent from her, I am lost to every thing but her idea. My wife begins to rally me on my fond- ness for Miss Wharton. She asked me the other day if she had a fortune? No, said I, if she had I should have married her. This wounded her sensibil- ity. I repented of my sincerity, and made my peace for that time. Yet, I "nd myself growing extremely irritable, and she must take heed how she pro- vokes me; for I do not love her; and I think the name of wife becomes more and more distasteful to me every day.

In my mind Eliza has no competitor. But I must keep up appearances, though I endeavor to regain her love. I imagine that the enjoyment of her

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society, as a neighbor and friend may content me for the pres ent, and render my condition supportable.

Farewell, Charles. I hope you will never be embarrassed with a wife, nor lack some favorite nymph to supply the place of one.

Peter Sanford.

Letter LIX

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

dear lucy, I intended, this week, to have journeyed to Boston with Julia Granby; but my resolution fails me. I "nd it painful even to think of mixing again with the gay multitude. I believe the melancholy redections, by which I am oppressed, will be more effectually, if not more easily surmounted, by tarry- ing where they are rendered familiar, than by going from them awhile, and then returning.

Julia will therefore go without me. I envy her no enjoyment there, except your com pany.

The substitution of friendship in the place of love for Major Sanford, I "nd productive of agreeable sensations. With him, he assures me, it is a far more calm and rational plea sure. He treats me with the affection and tenderness of a brother; and his wife, who exceeds him in professions of regard, with all the consoling softness and attention of a sister. Indeed, their politeness has greatly contributed to revive the cheerfulness of my natu ral disposition.

I believe the major’s former partiality to me, as a lover, is entirely obliter- ated; and for my part, I feel as little restraint in his com pany, and his lady’s, as in that of any other in the neighborhood.

I very much regret the departure of Julia; and hope you will permit her to return to me again, as soon as pos si ble. She is a valuable friend. Her mind is well cultivated; and she has trea sured up a fund of knowledge and informa- tion, which renders her com pany both agreeable and useful in every situation of life. We lately spent the after noon and eve ning at Mr. Smith’s. They had a considerable number of visitants; and among the rest, Major Sanford. His wife was expected, but did not come, being indisposed.

I believe, my friend, you must excuse me if my letters are shorter than for- merly. Writing is not so agreeable to me as it used to be. I love my friends as well as ever; but I think they must be weary of the gloom and dullness which pervades my pres ent correspondence. When my pen shall have regained its original duency and alertness, I will resume and prolong the pleasing task.

I am, my dear Lucy, your’s most affectionately, Eliza Wharton.

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Letter LX

to the same

Hartford

dear madam, Agreeably to your desire, every art has been tried, every allurement held out, every argument used, and every plan adopted which Mrs. Wharton and I could devise to induce Eliza to accompany me to Boston; but all in vain. Sometimes she has been almost persuaded to a compliance with our united request; but soon has resolutely determined against it. I have observed her sentiments to be suddenly changed after being in com pany with Major Sanford. This alarms us exceedingly. Indeed the major seems to have insin- uated himself into her good opinion more than ever. She is dattered into the belief that his attention to her is purely the result of friendship and benevolence.

I have not so favorable an opinion of the man, as to suppose him capable of either. He has become very familiar here. He calls in almost every day. Some- times he but just inquires after our health; and sometimes makes long visits. The latter is his invariable practice, when he "nds Eliza alone. Mrs. Wharton always avoids seeing him if she can. She dreads, she says, his approaching the house.

I entered the parlor the other day, somewhat suddenly, and found him sitting very near Eliza, in a low conversation. They both rose in apparent confusion, and he soon retired.

When he was gone; I suspect, said I, that the major was whispering a tale of love, Eliza? Do you imagine, said she, that I would listen to such a theme from a married man? I hope not, said I; but his conduct towards you indicates a revival of his former sentiments, at least. I was not aware of that, said she. As yet I have observed nothing in his be hav ior to me inconsistent with the purest friendship.

We drank tea not long since at Mr. Smith’s. Late in the after noon, Major Sanford made his appearance to apologize, as he said, for Mrs. Sanford, who was indisposed, and could not enjoy the plea sure of the visit she had contemplated. He was very gay the whole eve ning; and when the com pany separated, he was the "rst to pres ent his arm to Eliza, who accepted it with- out hesitation. A Mr.  Newhall attended me, and we endeavored to keep them com pany; but they evidently chose to walk by themselves. Mr. Newhall observed, that if Major Sanford were not married, he should suspect he still intended a union with Miss Wharton. I replied, that their former inter- course having terminated in friendship, rendered them more familiar with each other, than with the generality of their acquaintance.

When we reached the house, Mr. Newhall chose not to go in, and took his leave. I waited at the door for Eliza and Major Sanford. At some little distance I saw him press her hand to his lips. It vexed me exceedingly; and no sooner had they come up, than I sullenly bade him good night, and walked directly in. Eliza soon followed me. I sat down by the "re in a thoughtful posture. She did the same. In this situation we both remained for some time, without speaking a word. At length she said, you seem not to have enjoyed your walk, Miss Granby; did you not like your gallant? Yes, said I, very

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well; but I am morti"ed that you were not better provided for. I make no complaint, rejoined she; I was very well entertained. That is what displeases me, said I; I mean your vis i ble fondness for the society of such a man. Were you averse to it, as you ought to be, there would be no danger. But he has an alluring tongue and a treacherous heart. How can you be pleased and enter- tained by his conversation? To me it appears totally repugnant to that re"nement and delicacy for which you have always been esteemed.

His assiduity and obtrusion ought to alarm you. You well know what his character has been. Marriage has not changed his disposition. It is only a cloak which conceals it. Trust him not then, my dear Eliza! If you do, depend upon it, you will "nd his professions of friendship to be mere hy poc risy and deceit! I fear that he is acting over again the same unworthy arts, which formerly misled you. Beware of his wiles! Your friends are anxious for you. They tremble at your professed regard and apparent intimacy with that unprincipled man. My friends, said she, are very jealous of me, lately. I know not how I have forfeited their con"dence, or incurred their suspicion. By encouraging that attention, I warmly replied, and receiving those caresses from a married man, which are due from him to none but his wife! He is a villain, if he deceived her into marriage by insincere professions of love. If he had then an affection for her, and has already discarded it, he is equally guilty! Can you expect sincerity from the man, who withholds it from an amiable and deserving wife? No, Eliza; it is not love, which induces him to entertain you with the subject! It is a baser passion; and if you disdain not his arti"ce; if you listen to his dattery, you will, I fear, fall a victim to his evil machinations! If he conducted like a man of honor, he would merit your esteem; but his be hav ior is quite the reverse! Yet vile as he is, he would not dare to lisp his insolent hopes of your regard, if you punished his presump- tion with the indignation it deserves; if you spurned from your presence the ungrateful wretch, who would requite your condescension by triumphing in your ruin!

She now burst into tears, and begged me to drop the subject. Her mind, she said, was racked by her own redections. She could bear but little. Kindness deceived and censure distressed her!

I assured her of my good intentions; that as I saw her danger, I thought it a duty of the friendship and affection I bore her, solemnly to warn her against it before we parted. We talked over the matter more calmly, till she professed herself resolved in future to avoid his com pany, and reject his insinuations.

The next day, as I walked out, I met Major Sanford. He accosted me very civilly. I barely bid him good morning, and passed on.

I made it in my way to call at his house, and bid Mrs. Sanford adieu; not expecting another opportunity equally favorable. When I entered the par- lor, she was playing a melancholy air on the harpsicord. She rose, and gave me a polite and graceful reception. I told her, as I was soon to leave town, I called to take my leave of her; a compliment, which her attention to me required. Are you going to leave us then, Miss Granby? said she. I shall regret your departure exceedingly. I have so few friends in this part of the country, that it will give me sensible pain to part with one I so highly value.

I told her in the course of conversation, that I expected the plea sure of seeing her yesterday at Mr. Smith’s; and was very sorry for the indisposition,

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which prevented her favoring us with her com pany. Indeed, said she, I did not know I was expected there! Were you there pray? Yes, said I; and Major Sanford excused your not coming, on the account I have mentioned. Well, said she, this is the "rst word I ever heard about it; he told me that business led him abroad! Did he gallant any lady? O, said I, he was with us all together. We had no par tic u lar gallants.

Seeing her curiosity excited, I heartily repented saying anything of the matter, and waved the subject. Little did I suspect him to have been guilty of so base an arti"ce! It was evidently contrived to facilitate an interview with Eliza.

When I returned I related this affair to Mrs. Wharton and her daughter. The old lady and I expatiated largely on the vileness of this conduct; and endeavored to expose it to Eliza’s view in its true colors. She pretended not to justify it. Yet she looked as if she wished it in her power.

I am now preparing for my journey to Boston; which I must however defer another week, for the sake of a more agreeable passage in the stage. I regret leaving Eliza! I tremble at her danger! She has not the resolution to resist temptation, which she once possessed. Her mind is surprisingly weak- ened! She appears sensible of this; yet adds to it by yielding to her own imbe- cility. You will receive a letter from her with this; though I had much dif"culty to persuade her to write. She has unfortunately become very averse to this, her once favorite amusement.

As I shall soon have the plea sure of conversing with you personally, I conclude without any other addition to this scroll, than the name of your obliged

Julia Granby.

Letter LXI

to miss eliza wharton

Boston

my dear friend, I have received your letters, and must own to you that the perusal of them gave me pain. Pardon my suspicions, Eliza: they are excited by real friendship. Julia, you say, approves not Major Sanford’s par tic u lar attention to you. Nei- ther do I. If you recollect, and examine his conversation in his conciliatory visit, you will "nd it replete with sentiments, for the avowal of which, he ought to be banished from all virtuous society.

Does he not insidiously declare that you are the only object of his affec- tions; that his union with another was formed from interested views; and though that other is acknowledged to be amiable and excellent, still he has not a heart to bestow and expects not happiness with her? Does this dis- cover even the appearance of amendment? Has he not, by false pretensions, misled a virtuous woman, and induced her to form a connection with him? She was a stranger to his manner of life; and doubtless allured, as you have been, by dattery, deceit, and external appearance, to trust his honor; little thinking him wholly devoid of that sacred tie! What is the reward of her con"dence? Insensibility to her charms, neglect of her person, and pro- fessed attachment to another!

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Is he the man, my dear Eliza, whose friendship you wish to cultivate? Can that heavenly passion reside in a breast, which is the seat of treachery, duplicity, and ingratitude? You are too sensible of its purity and worth, to suppose it pos si ble. The confessions of his own mouth condemn him. They convince me that he is still the abandoned libertine; and that marriage is but the cloak of his intrigues. His of"cious attentions to you are alarming to your friends. You own your mind weakened, and peculiarly susceptible of tender impressions. Beware how you receive them from him. Listen not a moment to his dattering professions. It is an insult upon your understanding for him to offer them. It is derogatory to virtue for you to hear them.

Slight not the opinion of the world. We are dependent beings; and while the smallest traces of virtuous sensibility remain, we must feel the force of that dependence, in a greater or less degree. No female whose mind is uncorrupted can be indifferent to reputation. It is an inestimable jewel, the loss of which can never be repaired. While retained, it affords conscious peace to our own minds, and ensures the esteem and res pect of all around us.

Blessed with the com pany of so disinterested and faithful a friend as Julia Granby, some deference is certainly due to her opinion and advice. To an enlarged understanding, a cultivated taste, and an extensive knowledge of the world, she unites the most liberal sentiments, with a benevolence, and candor of disposition, which render her equally deserving of your con- "dence and affection.

I cannot relinquish my claim to a visit from you this winter. Marriage has not alieniated or weakened my regard for my friends. Come, then, to your faithful Lucy. Have you sorrows? I will sooth and alleviate them. Have you cares? I will dispel them. Have you pleasures? I will heighten them. Come then, let me fold you to my expecting heart. My happiness will be partly suspended till your society render it complete. Adieu.

Lucy Sumner.

Letter LXII

to miss julia granby

Hartford

dear julia, I hope Mrs. Sumner and you will excuse my writing but one letter, in answer to the number I have received from you both. Writing is an employment, which suits me not at pres ent. It was pleasing to me formerly, and therefore, by recalling the idea of circumstances and events which frequently occupied my pen in happier days, it now gives me pain. Yet I have just written a long consolatory letter to Mrs. Richman. She has buried her babe; her little Har- riot, of whom she was dotingly fond.

It was a custom with some of the ancients, we are told, to weep at the birth of their children.

Often should we be impelled to a compliance with this custom, could we foresee the future incidents of their lives. I think, at least, that the uncer- tainty of their conduct and condition in more advanced age, may reconcile us to their removal to a happier state, before they are capable of tasting the bitterness of woe.

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9. Derived from Solomon on the Vanity of the World 2.225–26, by the En glish poet Matthew Prior (1664–1721), as redacted by James Hervey in his Meditations and Contemplations (1745–47).

Happy the babe, who, priviledg’d by fate, To shorter labors, and a lighter weight, Receiv’d but yesterday the gift of breath; Order’d to morrow, to return to death.9

Our domestic affairs are much as when you left us. Nothing remarkable has occurred in the neighborhood, worth communicating. The com pany and amusements of the town are as usual, I suppose. I frequent neither of them. Having incurred so much censure by the indulgence of a gay disposi- tion, I am now trying what a recluse and solitary mode of life will produce. You will call me splenetic. I own it. I am pleased with nobody; still less with myself. I look around for happiness, and "nd it not. The world is to me a desert! If I indulge myself in temporary enjoyment, the consciousness or apprehension of doing amiss, destroys my peace of mind. And, when I have recourse to books, if I read those of serious description, they remind me of an awful futurity, for which I am unprepared; if history, it discloses facts in which I have no interest; if novels, they exhibit scenes of plea sure which I have no prospect of realizing!

My mamma is solicitously attentive to my happiness; and though she fails of promoting it; yet I endeavor to save her the pangs of disappointment, by appearing what she wishes.

I anticipate, and yet I dread your return; a paradox this, which time alone can solve.

Continue writing to me, and entreat Mrs. Sumner, in my name, to do like- wise. Your benevolence must be your reward.

Eliza Wharton.

Letter LXIII

to miss eliza wharton

Boston

A paradox, indeed, is the greater part of your letter to us, my dear Eliza. We had fondly dattered ourselves that the melancholy of your mind was exter- minated. I hope no new cause has revived it. Little did I intend, when I left you, to have been absent so long; but Mrs. Sumner’s disappointment, in her plan of spending the summer at Hartford, induced me, in compliance with her request, to prolong my residence here.

But for your sake, she now consents to my leaving her, in hopes I may be so happy as to contribute to your amusement.

I am both pleased and instructed by the conduct of this amiable woman. As I always endeavored to imitate her discreet and modest be hav ior in a single state; so likewise shall I take her for a pattern, should I ever enter a married life. She is most happily united. Mr. Sumner, to all the graces and accom- plishments of the gentleman, adds the still more impor tant and essential properties of virtue, integrity and honor. I was once pres ent when a person was recommended to her for a husband. She objected that he was a rake. True, said the other, he has been, but he has reformed. That will never do for

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1. Cf. Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night 2.4.111–12.

me, rejoined she; I wish my future companion to need no reformation: a senti- ment worthy the attention of our whole sex; the general adoption of which, I am persuaded, would have a happy induence upon the manners of the other.

I hope neither you, nor I, Eliza, shall ever be tried by a man of debauched princi ples. Such characters I conceive to be totally un"t for the society of women who have any claim to virtue and delicacy.

I intend to be with you, in about a month. If agreeable to you, we will visit, and spend a few weeks with the afdicted Mrs. Richman. I sincerely sympathize with her, under her bereavement. I know her fondness for you will render your com pany very consoling to her; and I datter myself that I should not be an unwelcome guest.

Make my re spects to your mamma; and believe me ever yours, Julia Granby.

Letter LXIV

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

dear madam, I have arrived in safety, to the mansion of our once happy and social friends. But I cannot describe to you, how changed, how greatly changed this ami- able family appears since I left it. Mrs. Wharton met me at the door; and tenderly embracing, bade me a cordial welcome. You are come, Julia, said she, I hope, to revive and comfort us. We have been very solitary during your absence. I am happy madam, said I, to return; and my endeavors to restore cheerfulness and content shall not be wanting. But, where is Eliza? By this time we had reached the back parlor, whither Mrs. Wharton led me; and the door being open, I saw Eliza, reclined on a settee, in a very thoughtful posture. When I advanced to meet her, she never moved; but sat “like patience on a monument, smiling at grief!”1

I stopped involuntarily, and involuntarily raising my eyes to heaven, exclaimed, is that Eliza Wharton! She burst into tears; and attempted to rise, but sunk again into her seat. Seeing her thus affected, I sat down by her; and throwing my arm about her neck, why these tears? said I. Why this distress, my dear friend? Let not the return of your Julia give you pain! She comes to sooth you with the consolations of friendship! It is not pain, said she, clasping me to her breast; it is plea sure, too exquisite for my weak nerves to bear! See you not, Julia, how I am altered? Should you have known me for the sprightly girl, who was always welcome at the haunts of hilarity and mirth? Indeed, said I, you appear indisposed, but I will be your physician. Com pany and change of air will, I doubt not, restore you. Will these cure disorders of the mind, Julia? They will have a power ful tendency to remove them, if rightly applied; and I profess considerable skill in that art. Come, continued I, we will try these medicines in the morning. Let us rise early, and step into the chaise; and after riding a few miles, call and breakfast with Mrs. Freeman. I have some commissions from her daughter. We shall be agreeably entertained there, you know.

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2. Proverbs 9.17. 3. In the very pop u lar novel Tristram Shandy, by the British novelist Laurence Sterne (1713–

1768), a clergyman is named Yorick (an allusion to Shakespeare’s Hamlet).

Being summoned to supper, I took her by the hand, and we walked into another room, where we found her brother, and his wife, with her mamma waiting for us. We were all very chatty; even Eliza resumed, in a degree, her former sociability. A settled gloom, notwithstanding, brooded on her coun- tenance; and a deep sigh often escaped her, in spite of her evident endeavors to suppress it. She went to bed before us; when her mamma informed me that her health had been declining for some months, that she never com- plained, but studiously concealed every symptom of indisposition. Whether it were any real disorder of body, or whether it arose from her depression of spirits, she could not tell; but supposed they operated together, and mutually heightened each other.

I inquired after Major Sanford; whether he and Eliza had associated together during my absence? Sometimes, she said, they seemed on good terms; and he frequently called to see her; at others, they had very little, if any correspondence at all. She told me that Eliza never went abroad, and was very loath to see com pany at home; that her chief amusement consisted in solitary walks; that the dreadful idea of her meeting Major Sanford in these walks had now and then intruded upon her imagination; that she had not the least evidence of the fact, however; and indeed, was afraid to make any inqui- ries into the matter, lest her own suspicions should be discovered; that the major’s character was worse than ever; that he was much abroad, and fre- quently entertained large parties of worthless bacchanalians at his house; that common report said he treated his wife with indifference, neglect, and ill nature; with many other circumstances, which it is not material to relate.

Adieu, my dear friend, for the pres ent. When occasion requires, you shall hear again from your affectionate

Julia Granby.

Letter LXV

to mr. charles deighton

Hartford

Good news, Charles, good news! I have arrived to the utmost bounds of my wishes; the full possession of my adorable Eliza! I have heard a quotation from a certain book; but what book it was I have forgotten, if I ever knew. No matter for that; the quotation is, that “stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.”2 If it has reference to the pleasures, which I have enjoyed with Eliza, I like it hugely, as Tristram Shandy’s father said of Yor- ick’s sermon;3 and I think it fully veri"ed.

I had a long and tedious siege. Every method which love could suggest, or art invent, was adopted. I was sometimes ready to despair, under an idea that her resolution was unconquerable, her virtue impregnable. Indeed, I should have given over the pursuit long ago, but for the hopes of success I entertained from her parleying with me, and in reliance upon her own strength, endeavoring to combat and counteract my designs. Whenever this

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4. Eliza is pregnant with Sanford’s child.

has been the case, Charles, I have never yet been defeated in my plan. If a lady will consent to enter the lists against the antagonist of her honor, she may be sure of losing the prize. Besides, were her delicacy genuine, she would banish the man at once, who presumed to doubt, which he certainly does, who attempts to vanquish it!

But, far be it from me to criticize the pretensions of the sex. If I gain the rich reward of my dissimulation and gallantry, that you know is all I want.

To return then to the point. An unlucky, but not a miraculous accident4 has taken place, which must soon expose our amour. What can be done? At the "rst discovery, absolute distraction seized the soul of Eliza, which has since terminated in a "xed melancholy. Her health too is much impaired. She thinks herself rapidly declining; and I tremble when I see her emaciated form!

My wife has been reduced very low, of late. She brought me a boy a few weeks past, a dead one though.

These circumstances give me neither pain nor plea sure. I am too much engrossed by my divinity, to take an interest in anything else. True, I have lately suffered myself to be somewhat engaged here and there, by a few jovial lads, who assist me in dispelling the anxious thoughts, which my per- plexed situation excites. I must, however, seek some means to relieve Eliza’s distress. My "nances are low; but the last fraction shall be expended in her ser vice, if she need it.

Julia Granby is expected at Mrs. Wharton’s every hour. I fear that her inquisitorial eye will soon detect our intrigue, and obstruct its continua- tion. Now there’s a girl, Charles, I should never attempt to seduce; yet she is a most alluring object, I assure you. But the dignity of her manners forbid all assaults upon her virtue. Why, the very expression of her eye, blasts in the bud every thought derogatory to her honor; and tells you plainly, that the "rst insinuation of the kind would be punished with eternal banish- ment and dis plea sure! Of her there is no danger! But I can write no more, except that I am, &c.

Peter Sanford.

Letter LXVI

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

Oh, my friend! I have a tale to unfold; a tale which will rend every nerve of sympathizing pity, which will rack the breast of sensibility, and unspeak- ably distress your benevolent heart! Eliza— Oh the ruined, lost Eliza!

I want words to express the emotions of indignation and grief which oppress me! But I will endeavor to compose myself; and relate the circum- stances as they came to my knowledge.

After my last letter, Eliza remained much in the same gloomy situation as I found her. She refused to go, agreeably to her promise, to visit your mamma; and under one pretext or another, has constantly declined accompanying me anywhere else, since my arrival.

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5. Job 3.17.

Till last Thursday night she slept in the same bed with me; when she excused herself, by saying she was restless, and should disturb my repose. I yielded to her humor of taking a dif fer ent apartment, little suspecting the real cause! She frequently walked out; and though I sometimes followed, I very seldom found her. Two or three times, when I happened to be awake, I heard her go downstairs; and on inquiry in the morning, she told me that she was very thirsty, and went down for water. I observed a degree of hesitancy in her answers, for which I could not account. But last night, the dreadful mystery was developed! A little before day, I heard the front door opened with great caution. I sprang from my bed, and running to the win dow, saw by the light of the moon, a man going from the house. Soon after I perceived a footstep upon the stairs, which carefully approached and entered Eliza’s chamber.

Judge of my astonishment, my surprise, my feelings, upon this occasion! I doubted not but Major Sanford was the person I had seen; and the discov- ery of Eliza’s guilt, in this infamous intrigue, almost deprived me of thought and recollection! My blood thrilled with horror at this sacri"ce of virtue! After a while I recovered myself, and put on my clothes. But what to do, I knew not; whether to go directly to her chamber, and let her know that she was detected; or to wait another opportunity.

I resolved on the "rst. The day had now dawned. I tapped at her door; and she bid me come in. She was sitting in an easy chair by the side of her bed. As I entered she withdrew her handkerchief from her face; and looking earnestly at me, said, what procures me the favor of a visit, at this early hour, Miss Granby? I was disturbed, said I, and wished not to return to my bed. But what breaks your rest; and calls you up so unseasonably, Eliza? Remorse, and despair, answered she, weeping. After what I have witnessed, this morning, rejoined I, I cannot won der at it! Was it not Major Sanford whom I saw go from the house some time ago? She was silent, but tears slowed abundantly. It is too late, continued I, to deny or evade. Answer my question sincerely; for, believe me, Eliza, it is not malice, but concern for you, which prompts it. I will answer you, Julia, said she. You have discov- ered a secret which harrows up my very soul! A secret, which I wished you to know, but could not exert resolution to reveal! Yes! It was Major Sanford; the man who has robbed me of my peace; who has triumphed in my destruc- tion; and who will cause my sun to set at noon!

I shudder, said I, at your confession! Wretched, deluded girl! Is this a return for your parent’s love, and assiduous care; for your friends’ solicitude and premonitory advice? You are ruined, you say! You have sacri"ced your virtue to an abandoned, despicable prodigate! And you live to acknowledge and bear your infamy! I do, said she; but not long shall I support this bur- den! See you not, Julia, my decaying frame, my faded cheek, and tottering limbs? Soon shall I be insensible to censure and reproach! Soon shall I be sequestered in that mansion, “where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest!”5 Rest! said I, can you expect to "nd rest either in this world, or another, with such a weight of guilt on your head? She exclaimed, with great emotion, add not to the upbraidings of a wounded spirit! Have pity upon me. Oh! my friend, have pity upon me!

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Could you know what I suffer, you would think me suf"ciently punished! I wish you no other punishment, said I, than what may effect your repen- tance and reformation. But your mother, Eliza! She cannot long be ignorant of your fall; and I tremble to think of her distress! It will break her widowed heart! How has she loved; how has she doted upon you! Dreadful is the requital which you have made! My mother, rejoined she— Oh, name her not! The very sound is distraction to me! Oh! my Julia, if your heart be not shut against mercy and compassion towards me, aid me through this trying scene! Let my situation call forth your pity, and induce you, undeserving as I am, to exert it in my behalf!

During this time, I had walked the chamber. My spirits had been raised above their natu ral key and were exhausted. I sat down, but thought I should have fainted, till a copious dood of tears gave me relief. Eliza was extremely affected. The appearance of calamity which she exhibited would have softened the most obdurate anger. Indeed, I feared some immediate and fatal effect. I therefore seated myself beside her; and assuming an air of kindness, compose yourself, Eliza, said I; I repeat what I told you before, it is the purest friendship, which thus interests me in your concerns. This, under the direction of charity, induces me again to offer you my hand. Yet you have erred against knowledge and reason; against warning and counsel. You have forfeited the favor of your friends; and reluctant will be their for- giveness. I plead guilty, said she, to all your charges. From the general voice I expect no clemency. If I can make my peace with my mother, it is all I seek or wish on this side the grave.

In your benevolence I con"de for this. In you, I hope to "nd an interces- sor. By the remembrance of our former affection and happiness, I conjure you, refuse me not. At pres ent, I entreat you to conceal from her this dis- tressing tale. A short reprieve is all I ask. Why, said I, should you defer it? When the painful task is over, you may "nd relief in her lenient kindness. After she knows my condition, I cannot see her, resumed she, till I am assured of her forgiveness. I have not strength to support the appearance of her anger and grief. I will write to her what I cannot speak. You must bear the melan- choly message, and plead for me, that her dis plea sure may not follow me to the grave; whither I am rapidly hastening. Be assured, replied I, that I will keep your secret as long as prudence requires. But I must leave you now: your mamma will won der at our being thus closeted together. When opportunity pres ents, we will converse further on the subject. In the meantime, keep yourself as composed as pos si ble, if you would avoid suspicion. She raised her clasped hands, and with a piteous look, threw her handkerchief over her face, and reclined in her chair, without speaking a word. I returned to my chamber, and endeavored to dissipate every idea which might tend to dis- order my countenance, and break the silence I wished to observe, relative to what had happened.

When I went down, Mrs.  Wharton desired me to step up and inform Eliza that breakfast was ready. She told me she could not yet compose her- self suf"ciently to see her mamma; and begged me to excuse her absence as I thought proper. I accordingly returned for answer to Mrs. Wharton, that Eliza had rested but indifferently, and being somewhat indisposed, would not come down, but wished me to bring her a bowl of choco late, when we had breakfasted. I was obliged studiously to suppress even my thoughts

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concerning her, lest the emotions they excited might be observed. Mrs. Wharton conversed much of her daughter, and expressed great con- cern about her health and state of mind. Her return to this state of dejection, after having recovered her spirits and cheerfulness in a great degree, was owing, she feared, to some cause unknown to her; and she entreated me to extract the secret, if pos si ble. I assured her of my best endeavors, and doubted not, I told her, but I should be able in a few days to effect what she wished.

Eliza came down and walked in the garden before dinner; at which she commanded herself much better than I expected. She said that a little ride might, she imagined, be of ser vice to her; and asked me if I would accompany her a few miles in the after noon. Her mamma was much pleased with the proposition; and the chaise was accordingly ordered.

I observed to Eliza, as we rode, that with her natu ral and acquired abilities, with her advantages of education, with her opportunities of knowing the world, and of tracing the virtues and vices of mankind to their origin, I was surprised at her becoming the prey of an insidious libertine, with whose char- acter she was well acquainted, and whose princi ples she was fully apprised would prompt him to deceive and betray her. Your surprise is very natu ral, said she. The same will doubtless be felt and expressed by every one to whom my sad story is related. But the cause may be found in that unrestrained levity of disposition, that fondness for dissipation and coquetry which alien- ated the affections of Mr. Boyer from me. This event fatally depressed and enfeebled my mind. I embraced with avidity the consoling power of friend- ship, ensnaringly offered by my seducer; vainly inferring from his marriage with a virtuous woman, that he had seen the error of his ways, and forsaken his licentious practices, as he af"rmed, and I, fool that I was, believed it!

It is needless for me to rehearse the per"dious arts, by which he insinu- ated himself into my affections, and gained my con"dence. Suf"ce it to say, he effected his purpose! But not long did I continue in the delusive dream of sensual grati"cation. I soon awoke to a most poignant sense of his base- ness, and of my own crime and misery. I would have ded from him; I would have renounced him forever; and by a life of sincere humility and repen- tance, endeavored to make my peace with heaven, and to obliterate, by the rectitude of my future conduct, the guilt I had incurred; but I found it too late! My circumstances called for attention; and I had no one to participate my cares, to witness my distress, and to alleviate my sorrows, but him. I could not therefore prevail on myself, wholly to renounce his society. At times I have admitted his visits; always meeting him in the garden or grove adjoining; till of late, the weather and my ill health induced me to comply with his solicitations, and receive him into the parlor.

Not long, however, shall I be subject to these embarrassments. Grief has undermined my constitution. My health has fallen a sacri"ce to a dis- ordered mind. But I regret not its departure! I have not a single wish to live. Nothing which the world affords can restore my former serenity and happiness!

The little innocent I bear will quickly disclose its mother’s shame! God Almighty grant it may not live as a monument of my guilt and a partaker of the infamy and sorrow, which is all I have to bequeath it! Should it be continued in life, it will never know the tenderness of a parent; and, perhaps, want and disgrace may be its wretched portion! The greatest consolation

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I can have will be to carry it with me to a state of eternal rest; which, vile as I am, I hope to obtain, through the in"nite mercy of heaven, as revealed in the gospel of Christ.

I must see Major Sanford again. It is necessary to converse further with him, in order to carry my plan of operation into execution. What is this plan of operation, Eliza? said I. I am on the rack of anxiety for your safety. Be patient, continued she, and you shall soon be informed. Tomorrow I shall write my dreadful story to my mother. She will be acquainted with my future intentions; and you shall know, at the same time, the destination of your lost friend. I hope, said I, that you have formed no resolution against your own life. God forbid, rejoined she. My breath is in his hands, let him do what see- meth good in his "ght! Keep my secret one day longer, and I will never more impose so painful a silence upon you.

By this time we had reached home. She drank tea with composure and soon retired to rest. Mrs. Wharton eagerly inquired whether I had found out the cause of Eliza’s melancholy. I have urged her, said I, on the subject; but she alleges that she has par tic u lar reasons for pres ent concealment. She has, notwithstanding, promised to let me know, the day after tomorrow. Oh, said she, I shall not rest till the period arrives. Dear, good woman, said I to myself, I fear you will never rest afterwards!

This is our pres ent situation. Think what a scene rises to the view of your Julia! She must share the distresses of others, though her own feelings, on this unhappy occasion, are too keen to admit a moment’s serenity! My greatest relief is in writing to you; which I shall do again by the next post. In the meantime, I must beg leave to subscribe myself, sincerely yours,

Julia Granby.

Letter LXVII

to the same

Hartford

All is now lost; lost, indeed! She is gone! Yes, my dear friend, our beloved Eliza, is gone! Nevermore shall we behold this once amiable companion, this once innocent and happy girl. She has forsaken, and, as she says, bid an everlasting adieu to her home, her afdicted parent and her friends! But I will take up my melancholy story where I left it in my last.

She went, as she told me she expected, into the garden, and met her detest- able paramour. In about an hour she returned, and went directly to her chamber. At one o’clock I went up, and found her writing and weeping. I begged her to compose herself, and go down to dinner. No; she said, she could not eat; and was not "t to appear before anybody. I remonstrated against her immoderate grief; represented the injury she must sustain by the indulgence of it, and conjured her to suppress the vio lence of its emotions.

She entreated me to excuse her to her mamma; said she was writing to her, and found it a task too painful to be performed with any degree of composure; that she was almost ready to sink under the weight of her afdiction; but hoped and prayed for support, both in this, and another trying scene, which awaited her. In compliance with her desire, I now left her; and told her mamma that she was very busy in writing; wished not to be interrupted at

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pres ent; but would take some refreshment, an hour or two hence. I visited her again, about four o’clock; when she appeared more calm and tranquil.

It is "nished, said she, as I entered her apartment, it is "nished. What said I, is "nished? No matter, replied she; you will know all tomorrow, Julia. She complained of excessive fatigue, and expressed an inclination to lie down; in which I assisted her, and then retired. Sometime after her mamma went up, and found her still on the bed. She rose, however, and accompanied her downstairs. I met her at the door of the parlor, and taking her by the hand, inquired how she did? Oh, Julia, miserably indeed, said she. How severely does my mother’s kindness reproach me! How insupportably it increases my self- condemnation! She wept; she wrung her hands, and walked the room in the greatest agony! Mrs. Wharton was exceedingly distressed by her appearance. Tell me, Eliza, said she, tell me the cause of your trou ble! Oh, kill me not by your mysterious concealment! My dear child, let me, by sharing, alleviate your afdiction! Ask me not, madam, said she; O my mother, I conjure you not to insist on my divulging to night, the fatal secret which engrosses and distracts my mind! Tomorrow I will hide nothing from you. I will press you no further, rejoined her mamma. Choose your own time, my dear; but remember, I must participate your grief, though I know not the cause.

Supper was brought in; and we endeavored to prevail on Eliza to eat, but in vain. She sat down, in compliance with our united importunities; but neither of us tasted food. It was removed untouched. For a while, Mrs. Whar- ton and I gazed in silent anguish upon the spectacle of woe before us! At length, Eliza rose to retire. Julia, said she, will you call at my chamber, as you pass to your own? I assented. She then approached her mamma, fell upon her knees before her, and clasping her hand, said, in broken accents, Oh madam! can you forgive a wretch who has forfeited your love, your kind- ness, and your compassion? Surely, Eliza, said she, you are not that being! No, it is impossible! But however great your transgression, be assured of my forgiveness, my compassion, and my continued love! Saying this, she threw her arms about her daughter’s neck and affectionately kissed her. Eliza strug gled from her embrace, and looking at her with wild despair, exclaimed, this is too much! Oh, this unmerited goodness is more than I can bear! She then rushed precipitately out of the room, and left us overwhelmed in sym- pathy and astonishment!

When Mrs. Wharton had recovered herself a little, she observed, that Eliza’s brain was evidently disordered. Nothing else, continued she, could impel her to act in this extraordinary manner. At "rst she was resolved to follow her; but I dissuaded her from it, alleging, that as she had desired me to come into her chamber, I thought it better for me to go alone. She acqui- esced; but said she should not think of going to bed; but would, however, retire to her chamber, and seek consolation there. I bade her good night; and went up to Eliza, who took me by the hand and led me to the toilet, upon which she laid the two enclosed letters, the one to her mamma, and the other to me. These, said she, contain what I had not resolution to express. Promise me, Julia, that they shall not be opened till tomorrow morning. I will, said I. I have thought and wept, continued she, till I have almost exhausted my strength, and my reason. I would now obtain a little respite, that I may pre- pare my mind for the account I am one day to give at a higher tribunal than

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6. From the tragedy The Fair Penitent (1703) 5.1.132–37, by the En glish writer Nicholas Rowe (1674– 1718).

that of earthly friends. For this purpose, what I have written, and what I shall yet say to you, must close the account between you and me. I have cer- tainly no balance against you, said I. In my breast, you are fully acquitted. Your penitential tears have obliterated your guilt and blotted your errors with your Julia. Henceforth, be they all forgotten. Live, and be happy. Talk not, said she, of life. It would be a vain hope, though I cherished it myself.

That I must die, it is my only comfort; Death is the privilege of human nature; And life without it were not worth our taking. Thither the poor, the prisoner and the mourner Fly for relief, and lay their burdens down!6

You have forgiven me, Julia; my mother has assured me of her forgive- ness, and what have I more to wish? My heart is much lightened by these kind assurances; they will be a great support to me in the dreadful hour which awaits me! What mean you, Eliza? said I. I fear some desperate pur- pose labors in your mind. Oh, no, she replied; you may be assured your fear is groundless. I know not what I say; my brain is on "re; I am all confusion! Leave me, Julia; when I have had a little rest, I shall be composed. These letters have almost distracted me; but they are written, and I am compara- tively easy. I will not leave you, Eliza, said I, unless you will go directly to bed, and endeavor to rest. I will, said she, and the sooner the better. I ten- derly embraced her, and retired, though not to bed. About an hour after, I returned to her chamber, and opening the door very softly, found her appar- ently asleep. I acquainted Mrs. Wharton with her situation, which was a great consolation to us both; and encouraged us to go to bed. Having suf- fered much in my mind, and being much fatigued, I soon fell asleep; but the rattling of a carriage, which appeared to stop at a little distance from the house, awoke me. I listened a moment, and heard the door turn slowly on its hinges. I sprang from my bed, and reached the win dow just in time to see a female handed into a chaise by a man who hastily followed her, and drove furiously away! I at once concluded they could be no other than Eliza and Major Sanford. Under this impression I made no delay, but ran imme- diately to her chamber. A candle was burning on the table; but Eliza was not there! I thought it best to acquaint her mamma with the melancholy discovery; and stepping to her apartment for the purpose, found her rising. She had heard me walk, and was anxious to know the cause. What is the matter, Julia, said she; what is the matter? Dear madam, said I, arm your- self with fortitude! What new occurrence demands it? rejoined she. Eliza has left us! Left us! What mean you? She is just gone! I saw her handed into a chaise, which instantly dis appeared!

At this intelligence she gave a shriek, and fell back on her bed! I alarmed the family, and by their assistance soon recovered her. She desired me to inform her of every par tic u lar relative to her elopement, which I did; and then delivered her the letter which Eliza had left for her. I suspect, said she, as she took it; I have long suspected, what I dared not believe! The anguish of my mind has been known only to myself, and my God! I could not answer her, and therefore withdrew. When I had read Eliza’s letter to me, and wept

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over the sad fall; and, as I fear, the total loss of this once amiable and accom- plished girl, I returned to Mrs. Wharton. She was sitting in her easy chair; and still held the fatal letter in her hand. When I entered, she "xed her streaming eyes upon me, and exclaimed, O Julia, this is more than the bit- terness of death! True, madam, said I, your afdiction must be great; yet that all- gracious Being, who controls every event, is able, and I trust, disposed to support you! To Him, replied she, I desire humbly to resign myself; but I think I could have borne almost any other calamity with greater resignation and composure than this. With how much comparative ease could I have followed her to the grave, at any period since her birth! Oh, my child, my child! Dear, very dear hast thou been to my fond heart! Little did I think it pos si ble for you to prepare so dreadful a cup of sorrow for your widowed mother! But where, continued she, where can the poor fugitive have ded? Where can she "nd that protection and tenderness, which, notwithstanding her great apostacy, I should never have withheld? From whom can she receive those kind attentions, which her situation demands.

The agitation of her mind had exhausted her strength; and I prevailed on her to refresh, and endeavor to compose herself to rest; assuring her of my utmost exertions to "nd out Eliza’s retreat, and restore her to a mother’s arms.

I am obliged to suppress my own emotions; and to bend all my thoughts towards the alleviation of Mrs. Wharton’s anxiety and grief.

Major Sanford is from home, as I expected; and I am determined, if he return, to see him myself, and extort from him the place of Eliza’s conceal- ment. Her dight, in her pres ent state of health, is inexpressibly distressing to her mother; and, unless we "nd her soon, I dread the effects!

I shall not close this, till I have seen or heard from the vile miscreant who has involved a worthy family in wretchedness!

Friday Morning— Two days have elapsed without affording us much relief. Last eve ning, I was told that Major Sanford was at home. I immedi- ately wrote him a billet, entreating and conjuring him to let me know where the hapless Eliza had ded. He returned me the following answer.

“Miss Granby need be under no apprehensions, respecting the situation of our beloved Eliza. She is well provided for, con ve niently accommodated, and has every thing to make her happy, which love or afduence can give.

Major Sanford has solemnly sworn not to discover her retreat. She wishes to avoid the accusations of her friends, till she is better able to bear them.

Her mother may rest assured of immediate information, should any dan- ger threaten her amiable daughter; and also of having seasonable notice of her safety.”

Although little dependence can be placed upon this man; yet these assur- ances have, in a great degree, calmed our minds. We are, however, contriv- ing means to explore the refuge of the wanderer; and hope, by tracing his steps, to accomplish our purpose. This we have engaged a friend to do.

I know, my dear Mrs.  Sumner, the kind interest you will take in this disastrous affair. I tremble to think what the event may be! To relieve your suspense, however, I shall write you every circumstance, as it occurs. But at pres ent, I shall only enclose Eliza’s letters to her mamma, and me, and, subscribe myself your sincere and obliged friend,

Julia Granby.

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Letter LXVIII

to mrs. m. wharton

Tuesday

my honored and dear mamma, In what words, in what language shall I address you? What shall I say on a subject which deprives me of the power of expression? Would to God I had been totally deprived of that power before so fatal a subject required its exertion! Repentance comes too late, when it cannot prevent the evil lamented. For your kindness, your more than maternal affection towards me, from my infancy to the pres ent moment, a long life of "lial duty and unerring rectitude could hardly compensate. How greatly de"cient in grati- tude must I appear then, while I confess, that precept and example, counsel and advice, instruction and admonition, have been all lost upon me!

Your kind endeavors to promote my happiness have been repaid by the inexcusable folly of sacri"cing it. The vari ous emotions of shame and remorse, penitence and regret, which torture and distract my guilty breast, exceed description. Yes, madam, your Eliza has fallen; fallen, indeed! She has become the victim of her own indiscretion, and of the intrigue and arti- "ce of a designing libertine, who is the husband of another! She is polluted, and no more worthy of her parentage! She dies from you, not to conceal her guilt, that she humbly and penitently owns; but to avoid what she has never experienced, and feels herself unable to support, a mother’s frown; to escape the heart- rending sight of a parent’s grief, occasioned by the crimes of her guilty child!

I have become a reproach and disgrace to my friends. The consciousness of having forfeited their favor, and incurred their disapprobation and resent- ment, induces me to conceal from them the place of my retirement; but, lest your benevolence should render you anxious for my comfort in my pres ent situation, I take the liberty to assure you that I am amply provided for.

I have no claim even upon your pity; but from my long experience of your tenderness, I presume to hope it will be extended to me. Oh, my mother, if you knew what the state of my mind is, and has been, for months past, you would surely compassionate my case! Could tears efface the stain which I have brought upon my family, it would long since have been washed away! But, alas, tears are vain; and vain is my bitter repentance! It cannot obliterate my crime, nor restore me to innocence and peace! In this life I have no ideas of happiness. These I have wholly resigned! The only hope which affords me any solace is that of your forgiveness. If the deepest contrition can make an atonement; if the severest pains, both of body and mind, can restore me to your charity, you will not be inexorable! Oh, let my sufferings be deemed a suf"cient punishment; and add not the insupportable weight of a parent’s wrath! At pres ent, I cannot see you. The effect of my crime is too obvious to be longer concealed, to elude the invidious eye of curiosity. This night, there- fore, I leave your hospitable mansion! This night I become a wretched wan- derer from thy paternal roof! Oh, that the grave were this night to be my lodging! Then should I lie down and be at rest! Trusting in the mercy of God, through the mediation of his son; I think I could meet my heavenly father with more composure and con"dence, than my earthly parent!

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Let not the faults and misfortunes of your daughter oppress your mind. Rather let the conviction of having faithfully discharged your duty to your lost child support and console you in this trying scene.

Since I wrote the above, you have kindly granted me your forgiveness, though you knew not how great, how aggravated was my offence! You for- give me, you say: Oh, the harmonious, the transporting sound! It has revived my drooping spirits; and will enable me to encounter, with resolution, the trials before me!

Farewell, my dear mamma! pity and pray for your ruined child; and be assured, that affection and gratitude will be the last sentiments which expire in the breast of your repenting daughter,

Eliza Wharton.

Letter LXIX

to miss julia granby

Tuesday

my dear friend, By that endearing title you permit me still to address you, and such you have always proved yourself, by a participation of my distresses, as well as by the consoling voice of pity and forgiveness. What destiny Providence designs for me, I know not; but I have my forebodings that this is the last time I shall ever accost you! Nor does this apprehension arise merely from a disturbed imagination. I have reason to think myself in a con"rmed con- sumption, which commonly proves fatal to persons in my situation. I have carefully concealed every complaint of the kind from my mamma, for fear of distressing her; yet I have never been insensible of their probable issue, and have bidden a sincere welcome to them, as the harbingers of my speedy release from a life of guilt and woe!

I am going from you, Julia. This night separates us, perhaps, forever! I have not resolution to encounter the tears of my friends; and therefore seek shelter among strangers; where none knows, or is interested in my melan- choly story. The place of my seclusion I studiously conceal; yet I shall take mea sures that you may be apprized of my fate.

Should it please God to spare and restore me to health, I shall return, and endeavor, by a life of penitence and rectitude, to expiate my past offences. But should I be called from this scene of action; and leave behind me a helpless babe, the innocent sufferer of its mother’s shame, Oh, Julia, let your friendship for me extend to the little stranger! Intercede with my mother to take it under her protection; and transfer to it all her affection for me; to train it up in the ways of piety and virtue, that it may compensate her for the afdictions which I have occasioned!

One thing more I have to request. Plead for me with my two best friends, Mrs. Richman and Mrs. Sumner. I ask you not to palliate my faults; that cannot be done; but to obtain, if pos si ble, their forgiveness. I cannot write all my full mind suggests on this subject. You know the purport; and can better express it for me.

And now, my dear Julia, recommending myself again to your benevolence, to your charity and (may I add?) to your affection; and entreating that the

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fatal consequences of my folly, now fallen upon my devoted head, may suf"ce for my punishment; let me conjure you to bury my crimes in the grave with me, and to preserve the remembrance of my former virtues, which engaged your love and con"dence; more especially of that ardent esteem for you, which will glow till the last expiring breath of your despairing

Eliza Wharton.

Letter LXX

to mr. charles deighton

Hartford

I have, at last, accomplished the removal of my darling girl from a place where she thought every eye accused and every heart condemned her.

She has become quite romantic in her notions. She would not permit me to accompany her, lest it should be reported that we had eloped together. I provided amply for her future exigencies, and conveyed her by night to the distance of ten or twelve miles, where we met the stage, in which I had previ- ously secured her a seat. The agony of her grief at being thus obliged to leave her mother’s house bafdes all description.

It very sensibly affected me, I know. I was almost a penitent. I am sure I acted like one, whether I were sincere or not. She chose to go where she was totally unknown. She would leave the stage, she said, before it reached Bos- ton, and take passage in a more private carriage to Salem, or its vicinity, where she would "x her abode; chalking the initials of my name over the door as a signal to me of her residence.

She is exceedingly depressed; and says she neither expects nor wishes to survive her lying in. Insanity, for aught I know, must be my lot, if she should die. But I will not harbor the idea. I hope, one time or other, to have the power to make her amends, even by marriage. My wife may be provoked, I imagine, to sue for a divorce. If she should, she would "nd no dif"culty in obtaining it; and then I would take Eliza in her stead. Though I confess that the idea of being thus connected with a woman whom I have been able to dishonor would be rather hard to surmount. It would hurt even my delicacy, little as you may think me to possess, to have a wife whom I know to be seducible. And, on this account, I cannot be positive that even Eliza would retain my love.

My Nancy and I have lived a pretty uncomfortable life, of late. She has been very suspicious of my amour with Eliza; and now and then expressed her jealous sentiments a little more warmly than my patience would bear. But the news of Eliza’s circumstances and retirement, being publicly talked of, have reached her ears, and rendered her quite outrageous. She tells me she will no longer brook my indifference and in"delity; intends soon to return to her father’s house, and extricate herself from me entirely. My general reply to all this, is, that she knew my character before we married, and could rea- sonably expect nothing less than what has happened. I shall not oppose her leaving me, as it may conduce to the execution of the plan I have hinted above.

Tomorrow I shall set out to visit my disconsolate fair one. From my very soul I pity her; and wish I could have preserved her virtue consistently with the indulgence of my passion. To her I lay not the principal blame, as in like

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cases, I do to the sex in general. My "nesse was too well planned for detec- tion, and my snares too deeply laid for anyone to escape who had the least warmth in her constitution, or affection in her heart. I shall, therefore, be the less whimsical about a future connection, and the more solicitous to make her reparation, should it ever be in my power.

Her friends are all in arms about her. I dare say I have the imprecations of the whole fraternity. They may thank themselves in part; for I always swore revenge for their dislike and coldness towards me. Had they been politic, they would have conducted more like the aborigines of the country, who are said to worship the devil out of fear.

I am afraid I shall be obliged to remove my quarters; for Eliza was so great a favorite in town, that I am looked upon with an evil eye. I pled with her before we parted last to forgive my seducing her; alleged my ardent love, and my inability to possess her in any other way. How, said she, can that be love which destroys its object? But granting what you say, you have frustrated your own purpose. You have deprived yourself of my society, which might have been innocently enjoyed. You have cut me off from life in the midst of my days. You have rendered me the reproach of my friends, the disgrace of my family, and a dishonor to virtue and my sex! But I forgive you, added she. Yes, Sanford, I forgive you; and sincerely pray for your repentance and reformation. I hope to be the last wretched female sacri"ced by you to the arts of falsehood and seduction!

May my unhappy story serve as a beacon to warn the American fair of the dangerous tendency and destructive consequences of associating with men of your character, of destroying their time, and risking their reputation by the practice of coquetry and its attendant follies! But for these, I might have been honorably connected; and capable, at this moment, of diffusing and receiving happiness! But for your arts, I might have remained a blessing to society, as well as the delight and comfort of my friends!

Your being a married man unspeakably aggravates both your guilt and mine. This circumstance annexes indelible shame to our crime! You have rent asunder the tenderest ties of nature! You have broken the bonds of con- jugal love, which ought ever to be kept sacred and inviolate! You have "lled with grief and discontent the heart of your amiable wife, whom gratitude, if no other princi ple, should have induced you to cherish with tenderness; and I, wretch that I am, have been your accomplice!

But I cease to reproach you. You have acted but too consistently with the character which I was suf"ciently apprised you sustained. The blame then may be retorted on myself, for disregarding the counsels, warnings and admonitions of my best friends. You have prided yourself in the character of a libertine. Glory no longer in your shame! You have accomplished your designs; your dreadful designs against me! Let this suf"ce. Add not to the number of those deluded creatures who will one day rise up in judgment against you and condemn you.

By this time we had nearly reached the inn, and were soon to part, I seized her hand and exclaimed, you must not leave me, Eliza, with that awful anathema on your lips! Oh, say that you will forget my past faults. That, said she, I shall soon do; for in the grave there is no remembrance! This to my mind, was a harsher sentence than the other; and almost threw me into despair. Never was I so wrought upon before! I knew not what to say or

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do! She saw my distress, and kindly softened her manner. If I am severe, said she, it is because I wish to impress your mind with such a sense of your offences against your Maker, your friends and society in general, as may effect your repentance and amendment. I wish not to be your accuser, but your reformer. On several accounts, I view my own crime in a more aggra- vated light than yours; but my conscience is awakened to a conviction of my guilt. Yours, I fear is not. Let me conjure you to return home, and endeavor by your future kindness and "delity to your wife, to make her all the amends in your power. By a life of virtue and religion, you may yet become a valu- able member of society, and secure happiness both here and hereafter.

I begged leave to visit her retirement next week, not in continuation of our amour, but as a friend, solicitous to know her situation and welfare. Unable to speak, she only bowed assent. The stage being now ready, I whis- pered some tender things in her ear, and kissing her cheek, which was all she would permit, suffered her to depart.

My body remains behind; but my soul, if I have any, went with her! This was a horrid lecture, Charles! She brought every charge against me

which a fruitful and gloomy imagination could suggest! But I hope, when she recovers, she will resume her former cheerfulness, and become as kind and agreeable as ever. My anxiety for her safety is very great. I trust, however, it will soon be removed; and peace and plea sure be restored to your humble servant.

Peter Sanford.

Letter LXXI

to mrs. lucy sumner

Hartford

The drama is now closed! A tragical one indeed it has proved! How sincerely, my dear Mrs. Sumner, must the friends of our departed

Eliza sympathize with each other; and with her afdicted, bereaved parent! You have doubtless seen the account, in the public papers, which gave us

the melancholy intelligence. But I will give you a detail of circumstances. A few days after my last was written, we heard that Major Sanford’s prop-

erty was attached, and he a prisoner in his own house. He was the last man, to whom we wished to apply for information respecting the forlorn wan- derer; yet we had no other resource. And after waiting a fortnight in the most cruel suspense, we wrote a billet, entreating him, if pos si ble, to give some intelligence concerning her. He replied, that he was unhappily deprived of all means of knowing himself; but hoped soon to relieve his own and our anxiety about her.

In this situation we continued, till a neighbor (purposely, we since con- cluded) sent us a Boston paper. Mrs. Wharton took it, and unconscious of its contents, observed that the perusal might divert her, a few moments. She read for some time; when it suddenly dropped upon the door. She clasped her hands together, and raising her streaming eyes to heaven, exclaimed, It is the Lord; let him do what he will! Be still, O my soul, and know that he is God!

What, madam, said I, can be the matter? She answered not; but with inexpressible anguish depicted in her countenance, pointed to the paper. I

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7. Source unidenti"ed.

took it up, and soon found the fatal paragraph. I shall not attempt to paint our heartfelt grief and lamentation upon this occasion; for we had no doubt of Eliza’s being the person described, as a stranger, who died at Danvers, last July. Her delivery of a child; her dejected state of mind; the marks upon her linen; indeed, every circumstance in the advertisement convinced us beyond dispute, that it could be no other. Mrs. Wharton retired immedi- ately to her chamber, where she continued overwhelmed with sorrow that night and the following day. Such, in fact, has been her habitual frame ever since; though the endeavors of her friends, who have sought to console her, have rendered her somewhat more conversable. My testimony of Eliza’s penitence, before her departure, is a source of comfort to this disconsolate parent. She fondly cherished the idea, that having expiated her offence by sincere repentance and amendment, her deluded child " nally made a happy exchange of worlds. But the desperate resolution, which she formed and executed of becoming a fugitive; of deserting her mother’s house and pro- tection, and of wandering and dying among strangers, is a most distressing redection to her friends; especially to her mother, in whose breast so many painful ideas arise, that she "nds it extremely dif"cult to compose herself to that resignation, which she evidently strives to exemplify.

Eliza’s brother has been to visit her last retreat; and to learn the particulars of her melancholy exit. He relates, that she was well accommodated, and had every attention and assistance, which her situation required. The people where she resided appear to have a lively sense of her merit and misfortunes. They testify her modest deportment, her fortitude under the sufferings to which she was called, and the serenity and composure, with which she bid a last adieu to the world. Mr. Wharton has brought back several scraps of her writing, containing miscellaneous redections on her situation, the death of her babe, and the absence of her friends. Some of these were written before, some after her con"nement. These valuable testimonies of the affecting sense and calm expectation she entertained of her approaching dissolution, are cal- culated to sooth and comfort the minds of mourning connections. They greatly alleviate the regret occasioned by her absence, at this awful period.

Her elopement can be equalled only by the infatuation which caused her ruin.

But let no one reproach her memory. Her life has paid the forfeit of her folly. Let that suf"ce.7

I am told that Major Sanford is quite frantic. Sure I am that he has rea- son to be. If the mischiefs he has brought upon others return upon his own head, dreadful indeed must be his portion! His wife has left him, and returned to her parents. His estate, which has been long mortgaged, is taken from him; and poverty and disgrace await him! Heaven seldom leaves injured innocence unavenged! Wretch, that he is, he ought for ever to be banished from human society! I shall continue with Mrs. Wharton, till the lenient hand of time has assuaged her sorrows; and then make my promised visit to you. I will bring Eliza’s posthumous papers with me, when I come to Boston, as I have not time to copy them now.

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I foresee, my dear Mrs. Sumner, that this disastrous affair will suspend your enjoyments, as it has mine. But what are our feelings, compared with the pangs which rend a parent’s heart? This parent, I here behold, inhu- manly stripped of the best solace of her declining years, by the ensnaring machinations of a prodigate debauchee! Not only the life, but what was still dearer, the reputation and virtue of the unfortunate Eliza, have fallen vic- tims at the shrine of libertinism! Detested be the epithet! Let it henceforth bear its true signature, and candor itself shall call it lust and brutality!

Execrable is the man, however arrayed in magni"cence, crowned with wealth, or decorated with the external graces and accomplishments of fash- ion able life, who shall presume to display them, at the expense of virtue and innocence! Sacred names! Attended with real blessings; blessings too useful and impor tant to be trided away! My resentment at the base arts, which must have been employed to complete the seduction of Eliza, I cannot suppress. I wish them to be exposed, and stamped with universal ignominy! Nor do I doubt but you will join with me in execrating the mea sures by which we have been robbed of so valuable a friend; and society, of so ornamental a member.

I am, &c. Julia Granby.

Letter LXXII

to mr. charles deighton

Hartford

Confusion, horror and despair are the portion of your wretched, unhappy friend! Oh, Deighton, I am undone! Misery irremediable is my future lot! She is gone; yes, she is gone forever! The darling of my soul, the center of all my wishes and enjoyments is no more! Cruel fate has snatched her from me, and she is irretrievably lost! I rave, and then redect: I redect, and then rave! I have not patience to bear this calamity, nor power to remedy it! Where shall I dy from the upbraidings of my mind, which accuses me as the mur- derer of my Eliza? I would dy to death, and seek a refuge in the grave; but the forebodings of a retribution to come, I cannot away with! Oh, that I had seen her; that I had once more asked her forgiveness! But even that privi- lege, that consolation was denied me! The day on which I meant to visit her, most of my property was attached, and to secure the rest, I was obliged to shut my doors, and become a prisoner in my own house! High living, and old debts, incurred by extravagance, had reduced the fortune of my wife to very little, and I could not satisfy the clamorous demands of my creditors.

I would have given millions, had I possessed them, to have been at liberty to see, and to have had power to preserve Eliza from death! But in vain was my anxiety; it could not relieve; it could not liberate me! When I "rst heard the dreadful tidings of her exit, I believe I acted like a madman! Indeed, I am little else now!

I have compounded with my creditors, and resigned the whole of my property.

Thus, that splendor and equipage, to secure which, I have sacri"ced a virtuous woman, is taken from me; that poverty, the dread of which prevented my forming an honorable connection with an amiable and accomplished

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girl, the only one I ever loved, has fallen, with redoubled vengeance, upon my guilty head; and I must become a vagabond in the earth!

I shall dy my country as soon as pos si ble; I shall go from every object which reminds me of my departed Eliza! But never, never shall I eradicate from my bosom the idea of her excellence; or the painful remembrance of the injuries I have done her! Her shade will perpetually haunt me! The image of her, as she appeared when mounting the carriage which conveyed her forever from my sight, she waved her hand in token of a last adieu, will always be pres ent to my imagination! The solemn counsel she gave me before we parted, never more to meet, will not cease to resound in my ears!

While my being is prolonged, I must feel the disgraceful and torturing effects of my guilt in seducing her! How madly have I deprived her of happi- ness, of reputation, of life! Her friends, could they know the pangs of contri- tion, and the horror of conscience which attend me, would be amply revenged!

It is said, she quitted the world with composure and peace. Well she might! She had not that insupportable weight of iniquity, which sinks me to despair! She found consolation in that religion, which I have ridiculed as priestcraft and hy poc risy! But whether it be true, or false, would to heaven I could now enjoy the comforts, which its votaries evidently feel!

My wife has left me. As we lived together without love, we parted without regret.

Now, Charles, I am to bid you a long, perhaps, a last farewell. Where I shall roam in future, I neither know nor care; I shall go where the name of Sanford is unknown; and his person and sorrows unnoticed.

In this happy clime I have nothing to induce my stay. I have not money to support me with my prodigate companions; nor have I any relish, at pres ent, for their society. By the virtuous part of the community, I am shunned as the pest and bane of social enjoyment. In short I am debarred from every kind of happiness. If I look back, I recoil with horror from the black cata logue of vices, which have stained my past life, and reduced me to indigence and con- tempt. If I look forward, I shudder at the prospects which my foreboding mind pres ents to view, both in this and a coming world! This is a deplorable, yet just picture of myself! How totally the reverse of what I once appeared!

Let it warn you, my friend, to shun the dangerous paths which I have trod- den, that you may never be involved in the hopeless ignominy and wretch- edness of

Peter Sanford.

Letter LXXIII

to miss julia granby

Boston

A melancholy tale have you unfolded, my dear Julia; and tragic indeed is the concluding scene!

Is she then gone! gone in this most distressing manner! Have I lost my once loved friend; lost her in a way which I could never have conceived to be pos si ble.

Our days of childhood were spent together in the same pursuits, in the same amusements. Our riper years increased our mutual affection, and

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maturer judgment most "rmly cemented our friendship. Can I then calmly resign her to so severe a fate! Can I bear the idea of her being lost to honor, to fame, and to life! No; she shall still live in the heart of her faithful Lucy, whose experience of her numerous virtues and engaging qualities has imprinted her image too deeply on the memory to be obliterated. However she may have erred, her sincere repentance is suf"cient to restore her to charity.

Your letter gave me the "rst information of this awful event. I had taken a short excursion into the country, where I had not seen the papers; or if I had, paid little or no attention to them. By your directions I found the distressing narrative of her exit. The poignancy of my grief, and the unavailing lamenta- tions which the intelligence excited, need no delineation. To scenes of this nature, you have been habituted in the mansion of sorrow, where you reside.

How sincerely I sympathize with the bereaved parent of the dear, deceased Eliza, I can feel, but have not power to express. Let it be her con- solation that her child is at rest. The resolution which carried this deluded wanderer thus far from her friends, and supported her through her vari ous trials, is astonishing! Happy would it have been, had she exerted an equal degree of fortitude in repelling the "rst attacks upon her virtue! But she is no more; and heaven forbid that I should accuse or reproach her!

Yet, in what language shall I express my abhorrence of the monster whose detestable arts have blasted one of the fairest dowers in creation? I leave him to God, and his own conscience! Already is he exposed in his true col- ors! Vengeance already begins to overtake him! His sordid mind must now suffer the deprivation of those sensual grati"cations, beyond which he is incapable of enjoyment!

Upon your redecting and steady mind, my dear Julia, I need not inculcate the lessons which may be drawn from this woe- fraught tale; but for the sake of my sex in general, I wish it engraved upon every heart, that virtue alone, in de pen dent of the trappings of wealth, the parade of equipage, and the adulation of gallantry, can secure lasting felicity. From the melancholy story of Eliza Wharton, let the American fair learn to reject with disdain every insinuation derogatory to their true dignity and honor. Let them despise and forever banish the man who can glory in the seduction of inno- cence and the ruin of reputation. To associate, is to approve; to approve, is to be betrayed!

I am, &c. Lucy Sumner.

Letter LXXIV

to mrs. m. wharton

Boston

dear madam, We have paid the last tribute of res pect to your beloved daughter. The day after my arrival, Mrs. Sumner proposed that we should visit the sad spot which contains the remains of our once amiable friend. The grave of Eliza Wharton, said she, shall not be unbedewed by the tears of friendship.

Yesterday we went accordingly, and were much pleased with the apparent sincerity of the people, in their assurances that every thing in their power

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had been done to render her situation comfortable. The minutest circum- stances were faithfully related; and from the state of her mind, in her last hours, I think much comfort may be derived to her afdicted friends.

We spent a mournful hour in the place where she is interred, and then returned to the inn, while Mrs. Sumner gave orders for a decent stone to be erected over her grave, with the following inscription:

‘ ‘this humble stone , in memory of

ELIZA WHARTON, is inscribed by her weeping friends,

to whom she endeared herself by uncommon tenderness and affection.

endowed with superior acquirements, she was still more distinguished by

humility and benevolence. let candor throw a veil over her frailties,

for great was her charity to others. she sustained the last

painful scene, far from every friend; and exhibited an example

of calm resignation. her departure was on the 25th day of

July, a. d. ––––, in the 37th year of her age,

and the tears of strangers watered her g r a v e.’’

I hope, madam, that you will derive satisfaction from these exertions of friendship, and that, united to the many other sources of consolation with which you are furnished, they may alleviate your grief; and while they leave

the pleasing remembrance of her virtues, add the supporting persuasion, that your Eliza is happy.

I am, &c. Julia Granby.

finis.

1797

CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN 1771–1810

C harles Brockden Brown had extraordinary insight into "ction’s capacity to gauge emotional depths. Induenced by the gothic tradition in "ction—as exempli"ed by the work of En glish writers such as the po liti cal phi los o phers and novelists William Godwin and Mary Wollstonecraft— Brown used the emergent genre of the novel to test, celebrate, and sometimes reject the radical implications of revolutionary ideology. For Brown, the sentimental plots made pop u lar by the En glish novelist Samuel Richardson and adapted by American novelists including Susanna Rowson and Hannah Webster Foster became a starting point for very dif fer- ent explorations. His "ction overturned readers’ Enlightenment faith in the ratio- nality of human be hav ior and indicated that the emotional and obsessive, as much as the logical, were basic ele ments of character. Brown thus began to explore a rich vein in American "ction that Edgar Allan Poe, Herman Melville, and Nathaniel Hawthorne mined in the nineteenth century with great success.

Brown was born into a Quaker family in Philadelphia, then the cultural and po liti cal center of the thirteen colonies and subsequently the "rst capital of the United States. (Benjamin Franklin mentions Brown’s great- uncle in his Autobiogra- phy, and Brown was a member of the Belles Lettres Club, which sometimes met at Franklin’s house.) During the American Revolution, Brown’s father remained steadfast in the paci"st princi ples of the Quakers, refusing to bear arms or take a patriot oath, and he suffered the pillaging of his business and eight months of imprisonment in Virginia as a consequence. These events profoundly shaped Brown’s attitudes toward revolution, which came to be redected in his "ction. He prepared for a career in law, completing his schooling in 1787, the year that the Constitutional Convention met in Philadelphia. As the time approached for him to launch a legal career, however, he gravitated instead to the world of belles lettres. He might well have succeeded in Philadelphia, which by the 1790s had become a large, culturally sophisticated city where a writer could aspire to the newly pos si ble profession of authorship.

Brown opted instead for New York City, where he met and befriended contempo- raries who shared his intellectual ambitions. They included the Hartford wit and future president of Yale University, Timothy Dwight; the lexicographer Noah Web- ster; and Elihu Hubbard Smith, who in 1793 published the "rst anthology of Amer- ican poetry. Encouraged by the Friendly Club, an association of young writers,

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physicians, and attorneys that met weekly for intellectual conversation, Brown read widely in En glish lit er a ture and published six novels in the gothic mode. Wieland; or The Transformation: An American Tale (1798), Brown’s best- known work, is a tale of psychological and spiritual revolution, based on a true story about a man who believes God has instructed him to kill his family. In Ormond (1799) the main char- acter, a freethinker recently returned from the Continent, tests the virtue of Constantia, who is an epitome of republican womanhood. Edgar Huntly (1799) capitalized on the public’s continuing interest in tales of Indian captivity and the wilderness generally, even as Brown teased readers with a rational explanation— sleepwalking— for the strange be hav ior of one of his central characters. Brown turned to his home city for the setting of Arthur Mervyn (1799–1800), whose melo- dramatic plot has as its background Philadelphia’s yellow fever outbreak of 1793. Brown concluded his career as a novelist with the lesser- read sentimental novels Clara Howard and Jane Talbot (both 1801).

In 1827 Brown’s novels were reissued in a uniform edition, making him the "rst American novelist to have this (posthumous) honor. In his lifetime, however, Brown abandoned the novel because he could not make a living by writing "ction. To aug- ment his income he involved himself in other publishing ventures. Over the course of a de cade, for example, he founded and edited The Monthly Magazine and Ameri- can Review (1799–1800), The Literary Magazine and American Register (1803–07), and the American Register, or General Repository of History, Politics, and Science (1807–10), all of which provided outlets for his varied talents and ambitions. He contributed many essays to these and other journals, his most impor tant effort being Alcuin, a lengthy dialogue on women’s rights that shows Wollstonecraft’s induence. Alcuin appeared "rst in the Philadelphia Weekly Magazine and was pub- lished as a book in 1798. His pamphlet An Address to the Government of the United States on the Cession of Louisiana to the French (1803) helped sway public opinion toward the purchase of the Louisiana Territory, and his translation of C. F. Volney’s A View of the Soil and Climate of the United States of Amer i ca (1804), with his own commentary, introduced this impor tant French phi los o pher to many Americans. His work on A Complete System of Geography was interrupted by his death, from tuberculosis.

Although he is sometimes called Amer i ca’s "rst professional author, Brown did not enjoy the kind of success achieved a few years later by Washington Irving and James Fenimore Cooper, primarily because the technological infrastructure for the rapid production and widespread distribution of printed materials was not yet fully developed in the United States. Brown’s signi"cance thus resides in his abil- ity to identify those topics— like the limits of rationality and the role of the senses in epistemology— that were of growing interest to an American and international readership and in his willingness to explore the implications of republican ideol- ogy on a range of psychological, philosophical, and social topics, including gender relations.

In his novella Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist, Brown provides the early history of Frank Carwin, the mysterious character in his novel Wieland; or The Transforma- tion who has an uncanny ability to proj ect his voice while imitating the voices of others. (Biloquism as Brown uses the term is similar to what today is known as ven- triloquism.) In Wieland, Carwin uses these powers in ways that fatally disrupt the Wieland family and their Enlightenment community. Brown began Memoirs while he was at work on Wieland, and he serialized the shorter work between November 1803 and March 1805 in his Literary Magazine. In certain ways Memoirs is directly tied to Wieland, especially in the novella’s middle section, where Carwin obliquely addresses the young woman Clara, Wieland’s narrator, revealing that his memoirs explain and apologize for actions that may have contributed to the deaths of her relatives. But the interest of Memoirs goes well beyond this plot device, distilling major concerns that appear throughout Brown’s "ction.

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1. The text is from The Literary Magazine and American Register (1803–05).

In the opening pages of Memoirs, Carwin describes his adolescent years, when intellectual curiosity and a love of reading, coupled with distaste for physical labor, bring him into condict with his father, a domineering and socially conservative farmer. Language of all sorts is of par tic u lar interest to Carwin. He learns through experiment to throw his voice and to imitate the way others speak; he also teaches his dog, suggestively named “Damon” (similar to the classical “daemon,” or godlike power) to understand his gestures and create the illusion of speech.

Shortly after Carwin moves in with an aunt in Philadelphia, he meets an Irish- man named Ludloe, who guesses at his secret capability, or “art,” as he calls it. Although Carwin resists full disclosure of his talent, Ludloe takes him to Dublin and begins grooming him to join a mysterious conspiratorial organ ization. Carwin’s training involves an extended stay in Spain, where he studies the Roman Catholic Church and learns about the Jesuits. After returning to Ireland, he is brought deeper into Ludloe’s world when he is given access to his secret library. The novella concludes in the midst of things with a test of wills that involves Carwin’s sense of self. Among the compelling themes that Memoirs explores in a transatlantic context are the inter- play of power and perversity and the role of mystery in narrative. Through Carwin’s biloquism, Brown examines the attractions and dangers of art in a democracy, while the "gure of Ludloe speaks to a concern that is a pervasive theme in the lit er a ture of the early republic: the appeal and risks of social utopianism.

Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist1

I was the second son of a farmer, whose place of residence was a western district of Pennsylvania. My eldest brother seemed "tted by nature for the employment to which he was destined. His wishes never led him astray from the hay- stack and the furrow. His ideas never ranged beyond the sphere of his vision, or suggested the possibility that to- morrow could differ from to- day. He could read and write, because he had no alternative between learn- ing the lesson prescribed to him, and punishment. He was diligent, as long as fear urged him forward, but his exertions ceased with the cessation of this motive. The limits of his acquirements consisted in signing his name, and spelling out a chapter in the bible.

My character was the reverse of his. My thirst of knowledge was aug- mented in proportion as it was supplied with grati"cation. The more I heard or read, the more restless and unconquerable my curiosity became. My senses were perpetually alive to novelty, my fancy teemed with visions of the future, and my attention fastened upon every thing mysterious or unknown.

My father intended that my knowledge should keep pace with that of my brother, but conceived that all beyond the mere capacity to write and read was useless or pernicious. He took as much pains to keep me within these limits, as to make the acquisitions of my brother come up to them, but his efforts were not equally successful in both cases. The most vigilant and jealous scrutiny was exerted in vain: reproaches and blows, painful privations and ignominious penances had no power to slacken my zeal and abate my perse- verance. He might enjoin upon me the most laborious tasks, set the envy of my brother to watch me during the per for mance, make the most diligent search after my books, and destroy them without mercy, when they were

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2. Reprimands and blows. 3. Bring about.

4. Made certain. 5. Removed.

found; but he could not outroot my darling propensity. I exerted all my powers to elude his watchfulness. Censures and stripes2 were suf"ciently unpleas- ing to make me strive to avoid them. To affect3 this desirable end, I was inces- santly employed in the invention of stratagems and the execution of expedients.

My passion was surely not deserving of blame, and I have frequently lamented the hardships to which it subjected me; yet, perhaps, the claims which were made upon my ingenuity and fortitude were not without bene"- cial effects upon my character.

This contention lasted from the sixth to the fourteenth year of my age. My father’s opposition to my schemes was incited by a sincere though unen- lightened desire for my happiness. That all his efforts were secretly eluded or obstinately repelled, was a source of the bitterest regret. He has often lamented, with tears, what he called my incorrigible depravity, and encour- aged himself to perseverance by the notion of the ruin that would inevitably overtake me if I were allowed to persist in my pres ent career. Perhaps the sufferings which arose to him from the disappointment, were equal to those which he indicted on me.

In my fourteenth year, events happened which ascertained4 my future des- tiny. One eve ning I had been sent to bring cows from a meadow, some miles distant from my father’s mansion. My time was limited, and I was menaced with severe chastisement if, according to my custom, I should stay beyond the period assigned.

For some time these menaces rung in my ears, and I went on my way with speed. I arrived at the meadow, but the cattle had broken the fence and escaped. It was my duty to carry home the earliest tidings of this accident, but the "rst suggestion was to examine the cause and manner of this escape. The "eld was bounded by cedar railing. Five of these rails were laid hori- zontally from post to post. The upper one had been broken in the middle, but the rest had merely been drawn out of the holes on one side, and rested with their ends on the ground. The means which had been used for this end, the reason why one only was broken, and that one the uppermost, how a pair of horns could be so managed as to effect that which the hands of man would have found dif"cult, supplied a theme of meditation.

Some accident recalled me from this reverie, and reminded me how much time had thus been consumed. I was terri"ed at the consequences of my delay, and sought with eagerness how they might be obviated.5 I asked myself if there were not a way back shorter than that by which I had come. The beaten road was rendered circuitous by a precipice that projected into a neighbouring stream, and closed up a passage by which the length of the way would have been diminished one half: at the foot of the cliff the water was of considerable depth, and agitated by an eddy. I could not estimate the danger which I should incur by plunging into it, but I was resolved to make the attempt. I have reason to think, that this experiment, if it had been tried, would have proved fatal, and my father, while he lamented my untimely fate, would have been wholly unconscious that his own unreasonable demands had occasioned it.

I turned my steps towards the spot. To reach the edge of the stream was by no means an easy undertaking, so many abrupt points and gloomy hollows

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6. Perceptible. 7. Neutral. 8. A member of the Mohawk tribe (one of the

original Five Nations of the Iroquois Confederacy, in western New York). 9. A short, simple song.

were interposed. I had frequently skirted and penetrated this tract, but had never been so completely entangled in the maze as now: hence I had remained unacquainted with a narrow pass, which, at the distance of an hundred yards from the river, would conduct me, though not without danger and toil, to the opposite side of the ridge.

This glen was now discovered, and this discovery induced me to change my plan. If a passage could be here effected, it would be shorter and safer than that which led through the stream, and its practicability was to be known only by experiment. The path was narrow, steep, and overshadowed by rocks. The sun was nearly set, and the shadow of the cliff above, obscured the passage almost as much as midnight would have done: I was accustomed to despise danger when it presented itself in a sensible6 form, but, by a defect common in every one’s education, goblins and spectres were to me the objects of the most violent apprehensions. These were unavoidably connected with solitude and darkness, and were pres ent to my fears when I entered this gloomy recess.

These terrors are always lessened by calling the attention away to some indifferent7 object. I now made use of this expedient, and began to amuse myself by hallowing as loud as organs of unusual compass and vigour would enable me. I uttered the words which chanced to occur to me, and repeated in the shrill tones of a Mohock8 savage . . . “Cow! cow! come home! home!” . . . These notes were of course reverberated from the rocks which on either side towered aloft, but the echo was confused and indistinct.

I continued, for some time, thus to beguile the way, till I reached a space more than commonly abrupt, and which required all my attention. My rude ditty was suspended till I had surmounted this impediment. In a few min- utes I was at leisure to renew it. After "nishing the strain, I paused. In a few seconds a voice as I then imagined, uttered the same cry from the point of a rock some hundred feet behind me; the same words, with equal distinctness and deliberation, and in the same tone, appeared to be spoken. I was startled by this incident, and cast a fearful glance behind, to discover by whom it was uttered. The spot where I stood was buried in dusk, but the eminences were still invested with a luminous and vivid twilight. The speaker, however, was concealed from my view.

I had scarcely begun to won der at this occurrence, when a new occasion for won der, was afforded me. A few seconds, in like manner, elapsed, when my ditty9 was again rehearsed, with a no less perfect imitation, in a dif fer- ent quarter. . . . To this quarter I eagerly turned my eyes, but no one was vis i ble. . . . The station, indeed, which this new speaker seemed to occupy, was inaccessible to man or beast.

If I were surprized at this second repetition of my words, judge how much my surprise must have been augmented, when the same calls were a third time repeated, and coming still in a new direction. Five times was this ditty successively resounded, at intervals nearly equal, always from a new quar- ter, and with little abatement of its original distinctness and force.

A little redection was suf"cient to shew that this was no more than an echo of an extraordinary kind. My terrors were quickly supplanted by delight. The motives to dispatch were forgotten, and I amused myself for an hour,

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1. Go quickly. 2. Formally titled A Mask Presented at Ludlow Castle, 1634 (1637), this work by the English poet John Milton (1608–1674) takes its colloquial name from a central character modeled after the

god of revelry. 3. The second- person address here is one of sev- eral indicators that Memoirs was conceived as an epistolary work.

with talking to these cliffs: I placed myself in new positions, and exhausted my lungs and my invention in new clamours.

The pleasures of this new discovery were an ample compensation for the ill treatment which I expected on my return. By some caprice in my father I escaped merely with a few reproaches. I seized the "rst opportunity of again visiting this recess, and repeating my amusement; time, and incessant rep- etition, could scarcely lessen its charms or exhaust the variety produced by new tones and new positions.

The hours in which I was most free from interruption and restraint were those of moonlight. My brother and I occupied a small room above the kitchen, disconnected, in some degree, with the rest of the house. It was the rural custom to retire early to bed and to anticipate the rising of the sun. When the moonlight was strong enough to permit me to read, it was my cus- tom to escape from bed, and hie1 with my book to some neighbouring emi- nence, where I would remain stretched on the mossy rock, till the sinking or beclouded moon, forbade me to continue my employment. I was indebted for books to a friendly person in the neighbourhood, whose compliance with my solicitations was prompted partly by benevolence and partly by enmity to my father, whom he could not more egregiously offend than by gratifying my perverse and pernicious curiosity.

In leaving my chamber I was obliged to use the utmost caution to avoid rousing my brother, whose temper disposed him to thwart me in the least of my grati"cations. My purpose was surely laudable, and yet on leaving the house and returning to it, I was obliged to use the vigilance and circum- spection of a thief.

One night I left my bed with this view. I posted "rst to my vocal glen, and thence scrambling up a neighbouring steep, which overlooked a wide extent of this romantic country, gave myself up to contemplation and the perusal of Milton’s Comus.2

My redections were naturally suggested by the singularity of this echo. To hear my own voice speak at a distance would have been formerly regarded as prodigious. To hear too, that voice, not uttered by another, by whom it might easily be mimicked, but by myself! I cannot now recollect the transition which led me to the notion of sounds, similar to these, but pro- duced by other means than reverberation. Could I not so dispose my organs as to make my voice appear at a distance?

From speculation I proceeded to experiment. The idea of a distant voice, like my own, was intimately pres ent to my fancy. I exerted myself with a most ardent desire, and with something like a persuasion that I should suc- ceed. I started with surprise, for it seemed as if success had crowned my attempts. I repeated the effort, but failed. A certain position of the organs took place on the "rst attempt, altogether new, unexampled and as it were, by accident, for I could not attain it on the second experiment.

You3 will not won der that I exerted myself with indefatigable zeal to regain what had once, though for so short a space, been in my power. Your

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4. Small inheritance, enough to live on modestly. “Relict”: widow.

own ears have witnessed the success of these efforts. By perpetual exertion I gained it a second time, and now was a diligent observer of the circumstances attending it. Gradually I subjected these "ner and more subtle motions to the command of my will. What was at "rst dif"cult, by exercise and habit, was rendered easy. I learned to accommodate my voice to all the va ri e ties of distance and direction.

It cannot be denied that this faculty is wonderful and rare, but when we consider the pos si ble modi"cations of muscular motion, how few of these are usually exerted, how imperfectly they are subjected to the will, and yet that the will is capable of being rendered unlimited and absolute, will not our won der cease?

We have seen men who could hide their tongues so perfectly that even an Anatomist, after the most accurate inspection that a living subject could admit, has af"rmed the organ to be wanting, but this was effected by the exertion of muscles unknown and incredible to the greater part of mankind.

The concurrence of teeth, palate and tongue, in the formation of speech should seem to be indispensable, and yet men have spoken distinctly though wanting a tongue, and to whom, therefore, teeth and palate were superdu- ous. The tribe of motions requisite to this end, are wholly latent and unknown, to those who possess that organ.

I mean not to be more explicit. I have no reason to suppose a peculiar con- formation or activity in my own organs, or that the power which I possess may not, with suitable directions and by steady efforts, be obtained by others, but I will do nothing to facilitate the acquisition. It is by far, too liable to per- version for a good man to desire to possess it, or to teach it to another.

There remained but one thing to render this instrument as power ful in my hands as it was capable of being. From my childhood, I was remarkably skilful at imitation. There were few voices whether of men or birds or beasts which I could not imitate with success. To add my ancient, to my newly acquired skill, to talk from a distance, and at the same time, in the accents of another, was the object of my endeavours, and this object, after a certain number of trials, I " nally obtained.

In my pres ent situation every thing that denoted intellectual exertion was a crime, and exposed me to invectives if not to stripes. This circumstance induced me to be silent to all others, on the subject of my discovery. But, added to this, was a confused belief, that it might be made, in some way instrumental to my relief from the hardships and restraints of my pres ent condition. For some time I was not aware of the mode in which it might be rendered subservient to this end.

My father’s sister was an ancient lady resident in Philadelphia, the relict of a merchant, whose decease left her the enjoyment of a frugal compe- tence.4 She was without children, and had often expressed her desire that her nephew Frank, whom she always considered as a sprightly and promis- ing lad, should be put under her care. She offered to be at the expense of my education, and to bequeath to me at her death her slender patrimony.

This arrangement was obstinately rejected by my father, because it was merely fostering and giving scope to propensities, which he considered as hurtful, and because his avarice desired that this inheritance should fall to no

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5. Cf. Milton’s Paradise Lost 2.477.

one but himself. To me, it was a scheme of ravishing felicity, and to be debarred from it was a source of anguish known to few. I had too much experience of my father’s pertinaciousness ever to hope for a change in his views; yet the bliss of living with my aunt, in a new and busy scene, and in the unbounded indulgence of my literary passion, continually occupied my thoughts: for a long time these thoughts were productive only of despondency and tears.

Time only enhanced the desirableness of this scheme; my new faculty would naturally connect itself with these wishes, and the question could not fail to occur whether it might not aid me in the execution of my favourite plan.

A thousand superstitious tales were current in the family. Apparitions had been seen, and voices had been heard on a multitude of occasions. My father was a con"dent believer in super natu ral tokens. The voice of his wife, who had been many years dead, had been twice heard at midnight whispering at his pillow. I frequently asked myself whether a scheme favourable to my views might not be built upon these foundations. Suppose (thought I) my mother should be made to enjoin upon him compliance with my wishes?

This idea bred in me a temporary consternation. To imitate the voice of the dead, to counterfeit a commission from heaven, bore the aspect of presump- tion and impiety. It seemed an offence which could not fail to draw after it the vengeance of the deity. My wishes for a time yielded to my fears, but this scheme in proportion as I meditated on it, became more plausible; no other occurred to me so easy and so ef"cacious. I endeavoured to persuade myself that the end proposed, was, in the highest degree praiseworthy, and that the excellence of my purpose would justify the means employed to attain it.

My resolutions were, for a time, attended with ductuations and misgiv- ings. These gradually dis appeared, and my purpose became "rm; I was next to devise the means of effecting my views, this did not demand any tedious deliberation. It was easy to gain access to my father’s chamber without notice or detection, cautious footsteps and the suppression of breath would place me, unsuspected and unthought of, by his bed side. The words I should use, and the mode of utterance were not easily settled, but having at length selected these, I made myself by much previous repetition, perfectly familiar with the use of them.

I selected a blustering and inclement night, in which the darkness was augmented by a veil of the blackest clouds. The building we inhabited was slight in its structure, and full of crevices through which the gale found easy way, and whistled in a thousand cadencies. On this night the elemen- tal music was remarkably sonorous, and was mingled not unfrequently with thunder heard remote.5

I could not divest myself of secret dread. My heart faultered with a con- sciousness of wrong. Heaven seemed to be pres ent and to disapprove my work; I listened to the thunder and the wind, as to the stern voice of this disapproba- tion. Big drops stood on my forehead, and my tremors almost incapacitated me from proceeding.

These impediments however I surmounted; I crept up stairs at midnight, and entered my father’s chamber. The darkness was intense and I sought with outstretched hands for his bed. The darkness, added to the trepidation

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6. Black.

of my thoughts, disabled me from making a right estimate of distances: I was conscious of this, and when I advanced within the room, paused.

I endeavoured to compare the pro gress I had made with my knowledge of the room, and governed by the result of this comparison, proceeded cautiously and with hands still outstretched in search of the foot of the bed. At this moment lightning dashed into the room: the brightness of the gleam was daz- zling, yet it afforded me an exact knowledge of my situation. I had mistaken my way, and discovered that my knees nearly touched the bedstead, and that my hands at the next step, would have touched my father’s cheek. His closed eyes and every line in his countenance, were painted, as it were, for an instant on my sight.

The dash was accompanied with a burst of thunder, whose vehemence was stunning. I always entertained a dread of thunder, and now recoiled, over- borne with terror. Never had I witnessed so luminous a gleam and so tremen- dous a shock, yet my father’s slumber appeared not to be disturbed by it.

I stood irresolute and trembling; to prosecute my purpose in this state of mind was impossible. I resolved for the pres ent to relinquish it, and turned with a view of exploring my way out of the chamber. Just then a light seen through the win dow, caught my eye. It was at "rst weak but speedily increased; no second thought was necessary to inform me that the barn, situated at a small distance from the house, and newly stored with hay, was in dames, in consequence of being struck by the lightning.

My terror at this spectacle made me careless of all consequences relative to myself. I rushed to the bed and throwing myself on my father, awakened him by loud cries. The family were speedily roused, and were compelled to remain impotent spectators of the devastation. Fortunately the wind blew in a contrary direction, so that our habitation was not injured.

The impression that was made upon me by the incidents of that night is indelible. The wind gradually rose into an hurricane; the largest branches were torn from the trees, and whirled aloft into the air; others were uprooted and laid prostrate on the ground. The barn was a spacious edi"ce, consisting wholly of wood, and "lled with a plenteous harvest. Thus supplied with fuel, and fanned by the wind, the "re raged with incredible fury; meanwhile clouds rolled above, whose blackness was rendered more con spic u ous by redection from the dames; the vast volumes of smoke were dissipated in a moment by the storm, while glowing fragments and cinders were borne to an im mense height, and tossed everywhere in wild confusion. Ever and anon the sable6 canopy that hung around us was streaked with lightning, and the peals, by which it was accompanied, were deafening, and with scarcely any intermission.

It was, doubtless, absurd to imagine any connexion between this porten- tous scene and the purpose that I had meditated, yet a belief of this con- nexion, though wavering and obscure, lurked in my mind; something more than a coincidence merely casual, appeared to have subsisted between my situation, at my father’s bed side, and the dash that darted through the win- dow, and diverted me from my design. It palsied my courage, and strength- ened my conviction, that my scheme was criminal.

After some time had elapsed, and tranquility was, in some degree, restored in the family, my father reverted to the circumstances in which I had been

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7. Leave secretly and in a hurry. 8. Private or little- used footway. “Stile”: steps that allow people but not animals to climb over a fence or wall.

discovered on the "rst alarm of this event. The truth was impossible to be told. I felt the utmost reluctance to be guilty of a falsehood, but by falsehood only could I elude detection. That my guilt was the offspring of a fatal neces- sity, that the injustice of others gave it birth and made it unavoidable, afforded me slight consolation. Nothing can be more injurious than a lie, but its evil tendency chiedy re spects our future conduct. Its direct consequences may be transient and few, but it facilitates a repetition, strengthens temptation, and grows into habit. I pretended some necessity had drawn me from my bed, and that discovering the condition of the barn, I hastened to inform my father.

Some time after this, my father summoned me to his presence. I had been previously guilty of disobedience to his commands, in a matter about which he was usually very scrupulous. My brother had been privy to my offence, and had threatened to be my accuser. On this occasion I expected nothing but arraign- ment and punishment. Weary of oppression, and hopeless of any change in my father’s temper and views, I had formed the resolution of eloping from his house, and of trusting, young as I was, to the caprice of fortune. I was hesi- tating whether to abscond7 without the knowledge of the family, or to make my resolutions known to them, and while I avowed my resolution, to adhere to it in spite of opposition and remonstrances, when I received this summons.

I was employed at this time in the "eld; night was approaching, and I had made no preparation for departure; all the preparation in my power to make, was indeed small; a few clothes made into a bundle, was the sum of my pos- sessions. Time would have little induence in improving my prospects, and I resolved to execute my scheme immediately.

I left my work intending to seek my chamber, and taking what was my own, to dis appear forever. I turned a stile that led out of the "eld into a bye path,8 when my father appeared before me, advancing in an opposite direction; to avoid him was impossible, and I summoned my fortitude to a condict with his passion.

As soon as we met, instead of anger and upbraiding, he told me, that he had been redecting on my aunt’s proposal, to take me under her protection, and had concluded that the plan was proper; if I still retained my wishes on that head, he would readily comply with them, and that, if I chose, I might set off for the city next morning, as a neighbour’s wagon was preparing to go.

I shall not dwell on the rapture with which this proposal was listened to: it was with dif"culty that I persuaded myself that he was in earnest in making it, nor could divine the reasons, for so sudden and unexpected a change in his maxims. . . . These I afterwards discovered. Some one had instilled into him fears, that my aunt, exasperated at his opposition to her request, respecting the unfortunate Frank, would bequeath her property to strangers; to obviate this evil, which his avarice prompted him to regard as much greater than any mischief, that would accrue to me, from the change of my abode, he embraced her proposal.

I entered with exultation and triumph on this new scene; my hopes were by no means disappointed. Detested labour was exchanged for luxurious idleness. I was master of my time, and the chooser of my occupations. My

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9. In Greek my thol ogy, Damon and Pythias are men who represent an idealized friendship. The dog’s name also evokes the Latin term daemon,

which refers to a godlike power, often a benevo- lent nature spirit or a guardian spirit.

kinswoman, on discovering that I entertained no relish for the drudgery of colleges, and was contented with the means of intellectual grati"cation, which I could obtain under her roof, allowed me to pursue my own choice.

Three tranquil years passed away, during which, each day added to my happiness, by adding to my knowledge. My biloquial faculty was not neglected. I improved it by assiduous exercise; I deeply redected on the use to which it might be applied. I was not destitute of pure intentions; I delighted not in evil; I was incapable of knowingly contributing to another’s misery, but the sole or principal end of my endeavours was not the happiness of others.

I was actuated by ambition. I was delighted to possess superior power; I was prone to manifest that superiority, and was satis"ed if this were done, without much solicitude concerning consequences. I sported frequently with the apprehensions of my associates and threw out a bait for their won- der, and supplied them with occasions for the structure of theories. It may not be amiss to enumerate one or two adventures in which I was engaged.

I had taken much pains to improve the sagacity of a favourite Spaniel. It was my purpose, indeed, to ascertain to what degree of improvement the princi ples of reasoning and imitation could be carried in a dog. There is no doubt that the animal af"xes distinct ideas to sounds. What are the pos si ble limits of his vocabulary no one can tell. In conversing with my dog I did not use En glish words, but selected simple monosyllables. Habit likewise enabled him to comprehend my gestures. If I crossed my hands on my breast he under- stood the signal and laid down behind me. If I joined my hands and lifted them to my breast, he returned home. If I grasped one arm above the elbow he ran before me. If I lifted my hand to my forehead he trotted composedly behind. By one motion I could make him bark; by another I could reduce him to silence. He would howl in twenty dif fer ent strains of mournfulness, at my bidding. He would fetch and carry with undeviating faithfulness.

His actions being thus chiedy regulated by gestures, that to a stranger would appear indifferent or casual, it was easy to produce a belief that the animal’s knowledge was much greater than in truth, it was.

One day, in a mixed com pany, the discourse turned upon the unrivaled abilities of Damon.9 Damon had, indeed, acquired in all the circles which I frequented, an extraordinary reputation. Numerous instances of his sagacity were quoted and some of them exhibited on the spot. Much surprise was excited by the readiness with which he appeared to comprehend sentences of considerable abstraction and complexity, though he in real ity attended to nothing but the movements of hand or "n gers with which I accompanied my words. I enhanced the astonishment of some and excited the ridicule of others, by observing that my dog not only understood En glish when spoken by others, but actually spoke the language himself, with no small degree of precision.

This assertion could not be admitted without proof; proof, therefore, was readily produced. At a known signal, Damon began a low interrupted noise, in which the astonished hearers clearly distinguished En glish words. A dialogue began between the animal and his master, which was maintained,

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1. In Shakespeare’s The Tempest, a spirit bound to serve Prospero, a magician.

2. The Tempest 1.2.395, slightly misquoted. 3. The Tempest 5.1.89, 91–92.

on the part of the former, with great vivacity and spirit. In this dialogue the dog asserted the dignity of his species and capacity of intellectual improve- ment. The com pany separated, lost in won der, but perfectly convinced by the evidence that had been produced.

On a subsequent occasion a select com pany was assembled at a garden, at a small distance from the city. Discourse glided through a variety of topics, till it lighted at length on the subject of invisible beings. From the speculations of phi los o phers we proceeded to the creations of the poet. Some maintained the justness of Shakespeare’s delineations of aerial beings, while others denied it. By no violent transition, Ariel1 and his songs were introduced, and a lady, celebrated for her musical skill, was solicited to accompany her pedal harp with the song of “Five fathom deep thy father lies”2 . . . She was known to have set, for her favourite instrument, all the songs of Shakespeare.

My youth made me little more than an auditor on this occasion. I sat apart from the rest of the com pany, and carefully noted every thing. The track which the conversation had taken, suggested a scheme which was not thoroughly digested when the lady began her enchanting strain.

She ended and the audience were mute with rapture. The pause contin- ued, when a strain was wafted to our ears from another quarter. The spot where we sat was embowered by a vine. The verdant arch was lofty and the area beneath was spacious.

The sound proceeded from above. At "rst it was faint and scarcely audi- ble; presently it reached a louder key, and every eye was cast up in expecta- tion of beholding a face among the pendant clusters. The strain was easily recognized, for it was no other than that which Ariel is made to sing when " nally absolved from the ser vice of the wizard.

In the Cowslip’s bell I lie, On the Bat’s back I do dy . . . After summer merrily, &c.3

Their hearts palpitated as they listened: they gazed at each other for a solution of the mystery. At length the strain died away at a distance, and an interval of silence was succeded by an earnest discussion of the cause of this prodigy. One supposition only could be adopted, which was, that the strain was uttered by human organs. That the songster was stationed on the roof of the arbour, and having "nished his melody had risen into the viewless "elds of air.

I had been invited to spend a week at this house: this period was nearly expired when I received information that my aunt was suddenly taken sick, and that her life was in imminent danger. I immediately set out on my return to the city, but before my arrival she was dead.

This lady was entitled to my gratitude and esteem; I had received the most essential bene"ts at her hand. I was not destitute of sensibility, and was deeply affected by this event: I will own, however, that my grief was lessened by redecting on the consequences of her death, with regard to my own condition. I had been ever taught to consider myself as her heir, and her death, therefore, would free me from certain restraints.

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4. Trusting. 5. River in Pennsylvania.

6. I.e., he did not speculate on the person’s iden- tity, nor did he indicate that he suspected me.

My aunt had a female servant, who had lived with her for twenty years: she was married, but her husband, who as an artisan, lived apart from her: I had no reason to suspect the woman’s sincerity and disinterestedness; but my aunt was no sooner consigned to the grave than a will was produced, in which Dorothy was named her sole and universal heir.

It was in vain to urge my expectations and my claims. . . . The instru- ment was legibly and legally drawn up. . . . Dorothy was exasperated by my opposition and surmises, and vigorously enforced her title. In a week after the decease of my kinswoman, I was obliged to seek a new dwelling. As all my property consisted in my cloths and my papers, this was easily done.

My condition was now calamitous and forlorn. Con"ding4 in the acquisi- tion of my aunt’s patrimony, I had made no other provision for the future; I hated manual labour, or any task of which the object was gain. To be guided in my choice of occupations by any motive but the plea sure which the occu- pation was quali"ed to produce, was intolerable to my proud, indolent, and restive temper.

This resource was now cut off; the means of immediate subsistence were denied me: If I had determined to acquire the knowledge of some lucrative art, the acquisition would demand time, and, meanwhile, I was absolutely destitute of support. My father’s house was, indeed, open to me, but I pre- ferred to stide myself with the "lth of the kennel, rather than to return to it.

Some plan it was immediately necessary to adopt. The exigence of my affairs, and this reverse of fortune, continually occupied my thoughts; I estranged myself from society and from books, and devoted myself to lonely walks and mournful meditation.

One morning as I ranged along the bank of Schuylkill,5 I encountered a person, by name Ludloe, of whom I had some previous knowledge. He was from Ireland; was a man of some rank and apparently rich: I had met with him before, but in mixed companies, where little direct intercourse had taken place between us. Our last meeting was in the arbour where Ariel was so unexpectedly introduced.

Our acquaintance merely justi"ed a transient salutation; but he did not content himself with noticing me as I passed, but joined me in my walk and entered into conversation. It was easy to advert to the occasion on which we had last met, and to the mysterious incident which then occurred. I was solicitous to dive into his thoughts upon this head and put some questions which tended to the point that I wished.

I was somewhat startled when he expressed his belief, that the performer of this mystic strain was one of the com pany then pres ent, who exerted, for this end, a faculty not commonly possessed. Who this person was he did not venture to guess, and could not discover, by the tokens which he suffered to appear, that his suspicions glanced at me.6 He expatiated with great pro- foundness and fertility of ideas, on the uses to which a faculty like this might be employed. No more power ful engine, he said, could be conceived, by which the ignorant and credulous might be moulded to our purposes; man- aged by a man of ordinary talents, it would open for him the straightest and surest ave nues to wealth and power.

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7. Heavenly, celestial. 8. Criminal, villainous.

9. Industrious.

His remarks excited in my mind a new strain of thoughts. I had not hith- erto considered the subject in this light, though vague ideas of the impor- tance of this art could not fail to be occasionally suggested: I ventured to inquire into his ideas of the mode, in which an art like this could be employed, so as to effect the purposes he mentioned.

He dealt chiedy in general repre sen ta tions. Men, he said, believed in the existence and energy of invisible powers, and in the duty of discovering and conforming to their will. This will was supposed to be sometimes made known to them through the medium of their senses. A voice coming from a quarter where no attendant form could be seen would, in most cases, be ascribed to supernal7 agency, and a command imposed on them, in this man- ner, would be obeyed with religious scrupulousness. Thus men might be impe- riously directed in the disposal of their industry, their property, and even of their lives. Men, actuated by a mistaken sense of duty, might, under this induence, be led to the commission of the most dagitious,8 as well as the most heroic acts: If it were his desire to accumulate wealth, or institute a new sect, he should need no other instrument.

I listened to this kind of discourse with great avidity, and regretted when he thought proper to introduce new topics. He ended by requesting me to visit him, which I eagerly consented to do. When left alone, my imagination was "lled with the images suggested by this conversation. The hopelessness of better fortune, which I had lately harboured, now gave place to cheering con"dence. Those motives of rectitude which should deter me from this species of imposture, had never been vivid or stable, and were still more weakened by the arti"ces of which I had already been guilty. The utility or harmlessness of the end, justi"ed, in my eyes, the means.

No event had been more unexpected, by me, than the bequest of my aunt to her servant. The will, under which the latter claimed, was dated prior to my coming to the city. I was not surprised, therefore, that it had once been made, but merely that it had never been cancelled or super- seded by a later instrument. My wishes inclined me to suspect the exis- tence of a later will, but I had conceived that, to ascertain its existence, was beyond my power.

Now, however, a dif fer ent opinion began to be entertained. This woman like those of her sex and class was unlettered and superstitious. Her faith in spells and apparitions, was of the most lively kind. Could not her conscience be awakened by a voice from the grave! Lonely and at midnight, my aunt might be introduced, upbraiding her for her injustice, and commanding her to atone for it by acknowledging the claim of the rightful proprietor.

True it was, that no subsequent will might exist, but this was the fruit of mistake, or of negligence. She prob ably intended to cancel the old one, but this act might, by her own weakness, or by the arti"ces of her servant, be delayed till death had put it out of her power. In either case a mandate from the dead could scarcely fail of being obeyed.

I considered this woman as the usurper of my property. Her husband as well as herself, were laborious9 and covetous; their good fortune had made no change in their mode of living, but they were as frugal and as eager to

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1. Carwin offers several, not entirely compati- ble, reasons why Dorothy and her husband should not have inherited his aunt’s fortune. His assertion about inert and sterile money refers to beliefs about the social value of allow-

ing money to circulate, for instance by lending it out. 2. I.e., in what follows. 3. Frankness, trustfulness.

accumulate as ever. In their hands, money was inert and sterile, or it served to foster their vices.1 To take it from them would, therefore, be a bene"t both to them and to myself; not even an imaginary injury would be indicted. Restitution, if legally compelled to it, would be reluctant and painful, but if enjoined by Heaven would be voluntary, and the per for mance of a seeming duty would carry with it, its own reward.

These reasonings, aided by inclination, were suf"cient to determine me. I have no doubt but their fallacy would have been detected in the sequel,2 and my scheme have been productive of nothing but confusion and remorse. From these consequences, however, my fate interposed, as in the former instance, to save me.

Having formed my resolution, many preliminaries to its execution were necessary to be settled. These demanded deliberation and delay; meanwhile I recollected my promise to Ludloe, and paid him a visit. I met a frank and affectionate reception. It would not be easy to paint the delight which I expe- rienced in this man’s society. I was at "rst oppressed with the sense of my own inferiority in age, knowledge and rank. Hence arose numberless reserves and incapacitating dif"dences; but these were speedily dissipated by the fas- cinations of this man’s address. His superiority was only rendered, by time, more con spic u ous, but this superiority, by appearing never to be pres ent to his own mind, ceased to be uneasy to me. My questions required to be fre- quently answered, and my mistakes to be recti"ed; but my keenest scrutiny, could detect in his manner, neither arrogance nor contempt. He seemed to talk merely from the overdow of his ideas, or a benevolent desire of imparting information.

My visits gradually became more frequent. Meanwhile my wants increased, and the necessity of some change in my condition became daily more urgent. This incited my redections on the scheme which I had formed. The time and place suitable to my design, were not selected without much anxious inquiry and frequent waverings of purpose. These being at length "xed, the interval to elapse, before the carry ing of my design into effect, was not without per- turbation and suspense. These could not be concealed from my new friend and at length prompted him to inquire into the cause.

It was not pos si ble to communicate the whole truth; but the warmth of his manner inspired me with some degree of ingenuousness.3 I did not hide from him my former hopes and my pres ent destitute condition. He listened to my tale with no expressions of sympathy, and when I had "nished, abruptly inquired whether I had any objection to a voyage to Eu rope? I answered in the negative. He then said that he was preparing to depart in a fortnight and advised me to make up my mind to accompany him.

This unexpected proposal gave me plea sure and surprise, but the want of money occurred to me as an insuperable objection. On this being men- tioned, Oho! said he, carelessly, that objection is easily removed, I will bear all expenses of your passage myself.

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The extraordinary bene"cence of this act as well as the air of uncautious- ness attending it, made me doubt the sincerity of his offer, and when new declarations removed this doubt, I could not forbear expressing at once my sense of his generosity and of my own unworthiness.

He replied that generosity had been expunged from his cata logue as having no meaning or a vicious one. It was the scope of his exertions to be just. This was the sum of human duty, and he that fell short, ran beside, or outstripped justice was a criminal. What he gave me was my due or not my due. If it were my due, I might reasonably demand it from him and it was wicked to withhold it. Merit on one side or gratitude on the other, were contradictory and unin- telligible.

If I were fully convinced that this bene"t was not my due and yet received it, he should hold me in contempt. The rectitude of my princi ples and con- duct would be the mea sure of his approbation, and no bene"t should he ever bestow which the receiver was not entitled to claim, and which it would not be criminal in him to refuse.

These princi ples were not new from the mouth of Ludloe, but they had, hitherto, been regarded as the fruits of a venturous speculation in my mind. I had never traced them into their practical consequences, and if his con- duct on this occasion had not squared with his maxims, I should not have imputed to him inconsistency. I did not ponder on these reasonings at this time: objects of immediate importance engrossed my thoughts.

One obstacle to this mea sure was removed. When my voyage was per- formed how should I subsist in my new abode? I concealed not my perplexity and he commented on it in his usual manner. How did I mean to subsist, he asked, in my own country? The means of living would be, at least, as much within my reach there as here. As to the pressure of immediate and abso- lute want, he believed I should be exposed to little hazard. With talents such as mine, I must be hunted by a destiny peculiarly malignant, if I could not provide myself with necessaries wherever my lot were cast.

He would make allowances, however, for my dif"dence and self- distrust, and would obviate my fears by expressing his own intentions with regard to me. I must be apprised, however, of his true meaning. He laboured to shun all hurtful and vicious things, and therefore carefully abstained from making or con"ding in promises. It was just to assist me in this voyage, and it would prob ably be equally just to continue to me similar assistance when it was "n- ished. That indeed was a subject, in a great degree, within my own cogni- zance. His aid would be proportioned to my wants and to my merits, and I had only to take care that my claims were just, for them to be admitted.

This scheme could not but appear to me eligible. I thirsted after an acquain- tance with new scenes; my pres ent situation could not be changed for a worse; I trusted to the constancy of Ludloe’s friendship; to this at least it was better to trust than to the success of my imposture on Dorothy, which was adopted merely as a desperate expedient: " nally I determined to embark with him.

In the course of this voyage my mind was busily employed. There were no other passengers beside ourselves, so that my own condition and the char- acter of Ludloe, continually presented themselves to my redections. It will be supposed that I was not a vague or indifferent observer.

There were no vicissitudes in the deportment or lapses in the discourse of my friend. His feelings appeared to preserve an unchangeable tenor, and

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4. Professions requiring special training in the arts and sciences; they include law, architec- ture, and medicine. The mechanical trades, men-

tioned below, require knowledge of tools and machinery.

his thoughts and words always to dow with the same rapidity. His slumber was profound and his wakeful hours serene. He was regular and temperate in all his exercises and grati"cations. Hence were derived his clear percep- tions and exuberant health.

This treatment of me, like all his other mental and corporal operations, was modelled by one indexible standard. Certain scruples and delicacies were incident to my situation. Of the existence of these he seemed to be unconscious, and yet nothing escaped him inconsistent with a state of absolute equality.

I was naturally inquisitive as to his fortune and the collateral circum- stances of his condition. My notions of politeness hindered me from mak- ing direct inquiries. By indirect means I could gather nothing but that his state was opulent and in de pen dent, and that he had two sisters whose situ- ation resembled his own.

Though, in conversation, he appeared to be governed by the utmost can- dour; no light was let in upon the former transactions of his life. The pur- pose of his visit to Amer i ca I could merely guess to be the grati"cation of curiosity.

My future pursuits must be supposed chiedy to occupy my attention. On this head I was destitute of all stedfast views. Without profession or habits of industry or sources of permanent revenue, the world appeared to me an ocean on which my bark was set adoat, without compass or sail. The world into which I was about to enter, was untried and unknown, and though I could consent to pro"t by the guidance I was unwilling to rely on the sup- port of others.

This topic being nearest my heart, I frequently introduced into conversa- tion with my friend; but on this subject he always allowed himself to be led by me, while on all others, he was zealous to point the way. To every scheme that I proposed he was sure to cause objections. All the liberal professions4 were censured as perverting the understanding, by giving scope to the sor- did motive of gain, or embuing the mind with erroneous princi ples. Skill was slowly obtained, and success, though integrity and in de pen dence must be given for it, dubious and instable. The mechanical trades were equally obnoxious; they were vicious by contributing to the spurious grati"cations of the rich and multiplying the objects of luxury; they were destruction to the intellect and vigour of the artizan; they enervated his frame and brutal- ized his mind.

When I pointed out to him the necessity of some species of labour, he tac- itly admitted that necessity, but refused to direct me in the choice of a pursuit, which though not free from defect should yet have the fewest incon ve niences. He dwelt on the fewness of our actual wants, the temptations which attend the possession of wealth, the bene"ts of seclusion and privacy, and the duty of unfettering our minds from the prejudices which govern the world.

His discourse tended merely to unsettle my views and increase my per- plexity. This effect was so uniform that I at length desisted from all allu- sions to this theme and endeavoured to divert my own redections from it. When our voyage should be "nished, and I should actually tread this new

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5. Living with others in a shared arrangement.

stage, I believed that I should be better quali"ed to judge of the mea sures to be taken by me.

At length we reached Belfast. From thence we immediately repaired to Dublin. I was admitted as a member of his family. When I expressed my uncertainty as to the place to which it would be proper for me to repair, he gave me a blunt but cordial invitation to his house. My circumstances allowed me no option and I readily complied. My attention was for a time engrossed by a diversi"ed succession of new objects. Their novelty however disappear- ing, left me at liberty to turn my eyes upon myself and my companion, and here my redections were supplied with abundant food.

His house was spacious and commodious, and furnished with profusion and elegance. A suite of apartments was assigned to me, in which I was per- mitted to reign uncontrolled and access was permitted to a well furnished library. My food was furnished in my own room, prepared in the manner which I had previously directed. Occasionally Ludloe would request my com pany to breakfast, when an hour was usually consumed in earnest or sprightly conversation. At all other times he was invisible, and his apart- ments, being wholly separate from mine, I had no opportunity of discover- ing in what way his hours were employed.

He defended this mode of living as being most compatible with liberty. He delighted to expatiate on the evils of cohabitation.5 Men, subjected to the same regimen, compelled to eat and sleep and associate at certain hours, were strangers to all rational in de pen dence and liberty. Society would never be exempt from servitude and misery, till those arti"cial ties which held human beings together under the same roof were dissolved. He endeavoured to regulate his own conduct in pursuance of these princi ples, and to secure to himself as much freedom as the pres ent regulations of society would permit. The same in de pen dence which he claimed for himself he likewise extended to me. The distribution of my own time, the se lection of my own occupations and companions should belong to myself.

But these privileges, though while listening to his arguments I could not deny them to be valuable, I would have willingly dispensed with. The soli- tude in which I lived became daily more painful. I ate and drank, enjoyed clothing and shelter, without the exercise of forethought or industry; I walked and sat, went out and returned for as long and at what seasons I thought proper, yet my condition was a fertile source of discontent.

I felt myself removed to a comfortless and chilling distance from Ludloe. I wanted to share in his occupations and views. With all his ingenuousness of aspect and overdow of thoughts, when he allowed me his com pany, I felt myself painfully bewildered with regard to his genuine condition and sentiments.

He had it in his power to introduce me to society, and without an intro- duction, it was scarcely pos si ble to gain access to any social circle or domestic "reside. Add to this, my own obscure prospects and dubious situation. Some regular intellectual pursuit would render my state less irksome, but I had hitherto adopted no scheme of this kind.

Time tended, in no degree, to alleviate my dissatisfaction. It increased till the determination became at length formed of opening my thoughts to

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6. I.e., in the region of the Lakes of Killarney, in southwestern Ireland.

Ludloe. At the next breakfast interview which took place, I introduced the subject, and expatiated without reserve, on the state of my feelings. I con- cluded with intreating him to point out some path in which my talents might be rendered useful to himself or to mankind.

After a pause of some minutes, he said, What would you do? You forget the immaturity of your age. If you are quali"ed to act a part in the theatre of life, step forth; but you are not quali"ed. You want knowledge, and with this you ought previously to endow yourself. . . . Means, for this end, are within your reach. Why should you waste your time in idleness, and tor- ment yourself with unpro"table wishes? Books are at hand . . . books from which most sciences and languages can be learned. Read, analyze, digest; collect facts, and investigate theories: ascertain the dictates of reason, and supply yourself with the inclination and the power to adhere to them. You will not, legally speaking, be a man in less than three years. Let this period be devoted to the acquisition of wisdom. Either stay here, or retire to an house I have on the banks of Killarney,6 where you will "nd all the con ve- niences of study.

I could not but redect with won der at this man’s treatment of me. I could plead none of the rights of relationship; yet I enjoyed the privileges of a son. He had not imparted to me any scheme, by pursuit of which I might " nally compensate him for the expense to which my maintainance and education would subject him. He gave me reason to hope for the continuance of his bounty. He talked and acted as if my fortune were totally disjoined from his; yet was I indebted to him for the morsel which sustained my life. Now it was proposed to withdraw myself to studious leisure, and romantic soli- tude. All my wants, personal and intellectual, were to be supplied gratu- itously and copiously. No means were prescribed by which I might make compensation for all these bene"ts. In conferring them he seemed to be actuated by no view to his own ultimate advantage. He took no mea sures to secure my future ser vices.

I suffered these thoughts to escape me, on this occasion, and observed that to make my application successful, or useful, it was necessary to pur- sue some end. I must look forward to some post which I might hereafter occupy bene"cially to myself or others; and for which all the efforts of my mind should be bent to qualify myself.

These hints gave him vis i ble plea sure; and now, for the "rst time, he deigned to advise me on this head. His scheme, however, was not suddenly produced. The way to it was circuitous and long. It was his business to make every new step appear to be suggested by my own redections. His own ideas were the seeming result of the moment, and sprung out of the last idea that was uttered. Being hastily taken up, they were, of course, liable to objection. These objections, sometimes occurring to me and sometimes to him, were admitted or contested with the utmost candour. One scheme went through numerous modi"cations before it was proved to be ineligible, or before it yielded place to a better. It was easy to perceive, that books alone were insuf"cient to impart knowledge: that man must be examined with our own eyes to make us acquainted with their nature: that ideas col- lected from observation and reading, must correct and illustrate each other:

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7. On the Iberian peninsula, Castilian Spanish is the dominant form of the language. “A Castil- ian”: a resident of Castile, a region in north- central

Spain. 8. I.e., Roman Catholicism. 9. One who speaks in praise.

that the value of all princi ples, and their truth, lie in their practical effects. Hence, gradually arose the usefulness of travelling, of inspecting the habits and manners of a nation, and investigating, on the spot, the causes of their happiness and misery. Fi nally, it was determined that Spain was more suit- able than any other, to the views of a judicious traveller.

My language, habits, and religion were mentioned as obstacles to close and extensive views; but these dif"culties successively and slowly vanished. Converse with books, and natives of Spain, a steadfast purpose and unwea- ried diligence would efface all differences between me and a Castilian with res pect to speech.7 Personal habits were changeable, by the same means. The bars to unbounded intercourse, rising from the religion of Spain being irreconcilably opposite to mine, cost us no little trou ble to surmount, and here the skill of Ludloe was eminently displayed.

I had been accustomed to regard as unquestionable, the fallacy of the Romish faith.8 This persuasion was habitual and the child of prejudice, and was easily shaken by the arti"ces of this logician. I was "rst led to bestow a kind of assent on the doctrines of the Roman church; but my convictions were easily subdued by a new species of argumentation, and, in a short time, I reverted to my ancient disbelief, so that, if an exterior conformity to the rights of Spain were requisite to the attainment of my purpose, that conformity must be dissembled.

My moral princi ples had hitherto been vague and unsettled. My circum- stances had led me to the frequent practice of insincerity; but my transgres- sions as they were slight and transient, did not much excite my previous redections, or subsequent remorse. My deviations, however, though ren- dered easy by habit, were by no means sanctioned by my princi ples. Now an imposture, more profound and deliberate, was projected; and I could not hope to perform well my part, unless steadfastly and thoroughly persuaded of its rectitude.

My friend was the eulogist9 of sincerity. He delighted to trace its induence on the happiness of mankind; and proved that nothing but the universal practice of this virtue was necessary to the perfection of human society. His doctrine was splendid and beautiful. To detect its imperfections was no easy task; to lay the foundations of virtue in utility, and to limit, by that scale, the operation of general princi ples; to see that the value of sincerity, like that of every other mode of action, consisted in its tendency to good, and that, therefore the obligation to speak truth was not paramount or intrinsical: that my duty is modelled on a knowledge and foresight of the conduct of others; and that, since men in their actual state, are in"rm and deceitful, a just estimate of consequences may sometimes make dissimulation my duty were truths that did not speedily occur. The discovery, when made, appeared to be a joint work. I saw nothing in Ludloe but proofs of candour, and a judgment incapable of bias.

The means which this man employed to "t me for his purpose, perhaps owed their success to my youth and ignorance. I may have given you exag- gerated ideas of his dexterity and address. Of that I am unable to judge. Certain it is, that no time or redection has abated my astonishment at the

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1. Coastal city in northeastern Spain. 2. Teacher, tutor. 3. Carwin refers to types of Spanish Catholics, including the hidalgo, or gentleman; the prelate, a bishop or other high- ranking Church dignitary; and the female worshipper, or devotee, who might be self- denying (“austere”) or sensuous (“volup- tuous”). 4. Relating to spiritual mysteries or to religious mysticism.

5. Built in the late sixteenth century by Philip II, the Royal Site of San Lorenzo de El Escorial is a historic residence of the king of Spain that encompasses a monastery, museum, and school. 6. The Maronite Church is an eastern rite Cath- olic Church that uses Aramaic (the language spoken by the historical Jesus) in parts of its wor- ship ser vice. 7. Saint Lawrence, a third- century Christian martyr.

profoundness of his schemes, and the perseverence with which they were pursued by him. To detail their pro gress would expose me to the risk of being tedious, yet none but minute details would suf"ciently display his patience and subtlety.

It will suf"ce to relate, that after a suf"cient period of preparation and arrangements being made for maintaining a copious intercourse with Lud- loe, I embarked for Barcelona.1 A restless curiosity and vigorous application have distinguished my character in every scene. Here was spacious "eld for the exercise of all my energies. I sought out a preceptor 2 in my new religion. I entered into the hearts of priests and confessors, the hidalgo and the peas- ant, the monk and the prelate, the austere and voluptuous devotee were scrutinized in all their forms.3

Man was the chief subject of my study, and the social sphere that in which I principally moved; but I was not inattentive to inanimate nature, nor unmindful of the past. If the scope of virtue were to maintain the body in health, and to furnish its highest enjoyments to every sense, to increase the number, and accuracy, and order of our intellectual stores, no virtue was ever more unblemished than mine. If to act upon our conceptions of right, and to acquit ourselves of all prejudice and sel"shness in the formation of our princi ples, entitle us to the testimony of a good conscience, I might justly claim it.

I shall not pretend to ascertain my rank in the moral scale. Your notions of duty differ widely from mine. If a system of deceit, pursued merely from the love of truth; if voluptuousness, never grati"ed at the expense of health, may incur censure, I am censurable. This, indeed, was not the limit of my deviations. Deception was often unnecessarily practised, and my biloquial faculty did not lie unemployed. What has happened to yourselves may enable you, in some degree, to judge of the scenes in which my mystical4 exploits engaged me. In none of them, indeed, were the effects equally disastrous, and they were, for the most part, the result of well digested proj ects.

To recount these would be an endless task. They were designed as mere specimens of power, to illustrate the induence of superstition: to give scep- tics the consolation of certainty: to annihilate the scruples of a tender female, or facilitate my access to the bosoms of courtiers and monks.

The "rst achievement of this kind took place in the convent of the Escu- rial.5 For some time the hospitality of this brotherhood allowed me a cell in that magni"cent and gloomy fabric. I was drawn hither chiedy by the trea- sures of Arabian lit er a ture, which are preserved here in the keeping of a learned Maronite, from Lebanon.6 Standing one eve ning on the steps of the great altar this devout friar expatiated on the miraculous evidences of his religion; and, in a moment of enthusiasm, appealed to San Lorenzo7 whose martyrdom was displayed before us. No sooner was the appeal made than

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8. In Roman Catholicism, an indulgence is a way to reduce punishment for sins; it can be granted for, e.g., saying a speci"c prayer or visit- ing a certain shrine. Unauthorized indulgences

are issued without the Pope’s grant of authority. “Seville”: city and province in south- central Spain.

the saint, obsequious to the summons, whispered his responses from the shrine, and commanded the heretic to tremble and believe. This event was reported to the convent. With what ever reluctance, I could not refuse my testimony to its truth, and its induence on my faith was clearly shewn in my subsequent conduct.

A lady of rank, in Seville, who had been guilty of many unauthorized indul- gences,8 was, at last, awakened to remorse, by a voice from Heaven, which she imagined had commanded her to expiate her sins by an abstinence from all food for thirty days. Her friends found it impossible to outroot this persua- sion, or to overcome her resolution even by force. I chanced to be one in a numerous com pany where she was pres ent. This fatal illusion was mentioned, and an opportunity afforded to the lady of defending her scheme. At a pause in the discourse, a voice was heard from the ceiling, which con"rmed the truth of her tale; but, at the same time revoked the command, and, in consid- eration of her faith, pronounced her absolution. Satis"ed with this proof, the auditors dismissed their unbelief, and the lady consented to eat.

In the course of a copious correspondence with Ludloe, the observations I had collected were given. A sentiment, which I can hardly describe, induced me to be silent on all adventures connected with my bivocal proj- ects. On other topics, I wrote fully, and without restraint. I painted, in vivid hues, the scenes with which I was daily conversant, and pursued, fearlessly, every speculation on religion and government that occurred. This spirit was encouraged by Ludloe, who failed not to comment on my narrative, and multiply deductions from my princi ples.

He taught me to ascribe the evils that infest society to the errors of opin- ion. The absurd and unequal distribution of power and property gave birth to poverty and riches, and these were the sources of luxury and crimes. These positions were readily admitted; but the remedy for these ills, the means of rectifying these errors were not easily discovered. We have been inclined to impute them to inherent defects in the moral constitution of men: that oppression and tyranny grow up by a sort of natu ral necessity, and that they will perish only when the human species is extinct. Ludloe laboured to prove that this was, by no means, the case: that man is the creature of cir- cumstances: that he is capable of endless improvement: that his pro gress has been stopped by the arti"cial impediment of government: that by the removal of this, the fondest dreams of imagination will be realized.

From detailing and accounting for the evils which exist under our pres- ent institutions, he usually proceeded to delineate some scheme of Utopian felicity, where the empire of reason should supplant that of force: where jus- tice should be universally understood and practised; where the interest of the whole and of the individual should be seen by all to be the same; where the public good should be the scope of all activity; where the tasks of all should be the same, and the means of subsistence equally distributed.

No one could contemplate his pictures without rapture. By their compre- hensiveness and amplitude they "lled the imagination. I was unwilling to believe that in no region of the world, or at no period could these ideas be

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9. The colonies of British North Amer i ca.

realized. It was plain that the nations of Eu rope were tending to greater depravity, and would be the prey of perpetual vicissitude. All individual attempts at their reformation would be fruitless. He therefore who desired the diffusion of right princi ples, to make a just system be adopted by a whole community, must pursue some extraordinary method.

In this state of mind I recollected my native country, where a few colo- nists from Britain had sown the germ of populous and mighty empires.9 Attended, as they were, into their new abode, by all their prejudices, yet such had been the induence of new circumstances, of consulting for their own happiness, of adopting simple forms of government, and excluding nobles and kings from their system, that they enjoyed a degree of happiness far superior to their parent state.

To conquer the prejudices and change the habits of millions, are impos- sible. The human mind, exposed to social induences, indexibly adheres to the direction that is given to it; but for the same reason why men, who begin in error will continue, those who commence in truth, may be expected to persist. Habit and example will operate with equal force in both instances.

Let a few, suf"ciently enlightened and disinterested, take up their abode in some unvisited region. Let their social scheme be founded in equity, and how small soever their original number may be, their growth into a nation is inev- itable. Among other effects of national justice, was to be ranked the swift increase of numbers. Exempt from servile obligations and perverse habits, endowed with property, wisdom, and health, hundreds will expand, with inconceivable rapidity into thousands and thousands, into millions; and a new race, tutored in truth, may, in a few centuries, overdow the habitable world.

Such were the visions of youth! I could not banish them from my mind. I knew them to be crude; but believed that deliberation would bestow upon them solidity and shape. Meanwhile I imparted them to Ludloe.

In answer to the reveries and speculations which I sent to him respecting this subject, Ludloe informed me, that they had led his mind into a new sphere of meditation. He had long and deeply considered in what way he might essentially promote my happiness. He had entertained a faint hope that I would one day be quali"ed for a station like that to which he himself had been advanced. This post required an elevation and stability, of views which human beings seldom reach, and which could be attained by me only by a long series of heroic labours. Hitherto every new stage in my intellec- tual pro gress had added vigour to his hopes, and he cherished a stronger belief than formerly that my career would terminate auspiciously. This, how- ever, was necessarily distant. Many preliminaries must "rst be settled; many arduous accomplishments be "rst obtained; and my virtue be subjected to severe trials. At pres ent it was not in his power to be more explicit; but if my redections suggested no better plan, he advised me to settle my affairs in Spain, and return to him immediately. My knowledge of this country would be of the highest use, on the supposition of my ultimately arriving at the honours to which he had alluded; and some of these preparatory mea sures could be taken only with his assistance, and in his com pany.

This intimation was eagerly obeyed, and, in a short time, I arrived at Dublin. Meanwhile my mind had copious occupation in commenting on my

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1. Or the Society of Jesus, a male religious con- gregation of the Catholic Church. 2. Paraguay [Brown’s note]. Beginning in the seventeenth century, Jesuit missionaries tried to establish model communities of Paraguayan natives. The effort generated tensions with colonial of"cials, leading to the Jesuits’ being

expelled from Spanish America in 1767. 3. Pos si ble reference to the Bavarian Illuminati, a secret society founded in 1776 that was devoted to spreading rationalist thought and eradicating religious induence on the state. 4. Helper, assistant.

friend’s letter. This scheme, what ever it was, seemed to be suggested by my mention of a plan of colonization, and my preference of that mode of pro- ducing extensive and permanent effects on the condition of mankind. It was easy therefore to conjecture that this mode had been pursued under some mysterious modi"cations and conditions.

It had always excited my won der that so obvious an expedient had been overlooked. The globe which we inhabit was very imperfectly known. The regions and nations unexplored, it was reasonable to believe, surpassed in extent, and perhaps in populousness, those with which we were familiar. The order of Jesuits1 had furnished an example of all the errors and excel- lencies of such a scheme. Their plan was founded on erroneous notions of religion and policy, and they had absurdly chosen a scene2 within reach of the injustice and ambition of an Eu ro pean tyrant.

It was wise and easy to pro"t by their example. Resting on the two props of "delity and zeal, an association might exist for ages in the heart of Eu rope, whose induence might be felt, and might be boundless, in some region of the southern hemi sphere; and by whom a moral and po liti cal structure might be raised, the growth of pure wisdom, and totally unlike those fragments of Roman and Gothic barbarism, which cover the face of what are called the civi- lized nations.3 The belief now rose in my mind that some such scheme had actually been prosecuted, and that Ludloe was a coadjutor.4 On this supposi- tion, the caution with which he approached to his point, the arduous proba- tion which a candidate for a part on this stage must undergo, and the rigours of that test by which his fortitude and virtue must be tried, were easily explained. I was too deeply imbued with veneration for the effects of such schemes, and too sanguine in my con"dence in the rectitude of Ludloe, to refuse my concurrence in any scheme by which my quali"cations might at length be raised to a due point.

Our interview was frank and affectionate. I found him situated just as formerly. His aspect, manners, and deportment were the same. I entered once more on my former mode of life, but our intercourse became more frequent. We constantly breakfasted together, and our conversation was usually pro- longed through half the morning.

For a time our topics were general. I thought proper to leave to him the introduction of more in ter est ing themes: this, however, he betrayed no inclination to do. His reserve excited some surprise, and I began to suspect that what ever design he had formed with regard to me, had been laid aside. To ascertain this question, I ventured, at length, to recall his attention to the subject of his last letter, and to enquire whether subsequent redection had made any change in his views.

He said that his views were too momentous to be hastily taken up, or hastily dismissed; the station, my attainment of which depended wholly on myself, was high above vulgar heads, and was to be gained by years of solic- itude and labour. This, at least, was true with regard to minds ordinarily

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constituted; I, perhaps, deserved to be regarded as an exception, and might be able to accomplish in a few months that for which others were obliged to toil during half their lives.

Man, continued he, is the slave of habit. Convince him to- day that his duty leads straight forward: he shall advance, but at every step his belief shall fade; habit will resume its empire, and to- morrow he shall turn back, or betake him- self to oblique paths.

We know not our strength till it be tried. Virtue, till con"rmed by habit, is a dream. You are a man imbued by errors, and vincible5 by slight temptations. Deep enquiries must bestow light on your opinions, and the habit of encoun- tering and vanquishing temptation must inspire you with fortitude. Till this be done, you are unquali"ed for that post, in which you will be invested with divine attributes, and prescribe the condition of a large portion of mankind.

Con"de not in the "rmness of your princi ples, or the stedfastness of your integrity. Be always vigilant and fearful. Never think you have enough of knowledge, and let not your caution slumber for a moment, for you know not when danger is near.

I acknowledged the justice of his admonitions, and professed myself will- ing to undergo any ordeal which reason should prescribe. What, I asked, were the conditions, on the ful"lment of which depended my advancement to the station he alluded to? Was it necessary to conceal from me the nature and obligations of this rank?

These enquiries sunk him more profoundly into meditation than I had ever before witnessed. After a pause, in which some perplexity was vis i ble, he answered:

I scarcely know what to say. As to promises, I claim them not from you. We are now arrived at a point, in which it is necessary to look around with cau- tion, and that consequences should be fully known. A number of persons are leagued together for an end of some moment. To make yourself one of these is submitted to your choice. Among the conditions of their alliance are mutual "delity and secrecy.

Their existence depends upon this: their existence is known only to themselves. This secrecy must be obtained by all the means which are pos- si ble. When I have said thus much, I have informed you, in some degree, of their existence, but you are still ignorant of the purpose contemplated by this association, and of all the members, except myself. So far no dangerous disclosure is yet made: but this degree of concealment is not suf"cient. Thus much is made known to you, because it is unavoidable. The individuals which compose this fraternity are not immortal, and the vacancies occasioned by death must be supplied from among the living. The candidate must be instructed and prepared, and they are always at liberty to recede. Their rea- son must approve the obligations and duties of their station, or they are un"t for it. If they recede, one duty is still incumbent upon them: they must observe an inviolable silence. To this they are not held by any promise. They must weigh consequences, and freely decide; but they must not fail to num- ber among these consequences their own death.

Their death will not be prompted by vengeance. The executioner will say, he that has once revealed the tale is likely to reveal it a second time; and, to

5. Capable of being overcome.

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prevent this, the betrayer must die. Nor is this the only consequence: to pre- vent the further revelation, he, to whom the secret was imparted, must like- wise perish. He must not console himself with the belief that his tresspass will be unknown. The knowledge cannot, by human means, be withheld from this fraternity. Rare, indeed, will it be that his purpose to disclose is not dis- covered before it can be effected, and the disclosure prevented by his death.

Be well aware of your condition. What I now, or may hereafter mention, mention not again. Admit not even a doubt as to the propriety of hiding it from all the world. There are eyes who will discern this doubt amidst the closest folds of your heart, and your life will instantly be sacri"ced.

At pres ent be the subject dismissed. Redect deeply on the duty which you have already incurred. Think upon your strength of mind, and be careful not to lay yourself under impracticable obligations. It will always be in your power to recede. Even after you are solemnly enrolled a member, you may consult the dictates of your own understanding, and relinquish your post; but while you live, the obligation to be silent will perpetually attend you.

We seek not the misery or death of any one, but we are swayed by an immutable calculation. Death is to be abhorred, but the life of the betrayer is productive of more evil than his death: his death, therefore, we choose, and our means are instantaneous and unerring.

I love you. The "rst impulse of my love is to dissuade you from seeking to know more. Your mind will be full of ideas; your hands will be perpetually busy to a purpose into which no human creature, beyond the verge of your brotherhood, must pry. Believe me, who have made the experiment, that com- pared with this task, the task of inviolable secrecy, all others are easy. To be dumb will not suf"ce; never to know any remission in your zeal or your watch- fulness will not suf"ce. If the sagacity of others detect your occupations, however strenuously you may labour for concealment, your doom is rati- "ed, as well as that of the wretch whose evil destiny led him to pursue you.

Yet if your "delity fail not, great will be your recompence. For all your toils and self- devotion, ample will be the retribution.6 Hitherto you have been wrapt in darkness and storm; then will you be exalted to a pure and unrufded ele ment. It is only for a time that temptation will environ you, and your path will be toilsome. In a few years you will be permitted to with- draw to a land of sages, and the remainder of your life will glide away in the enjoyments of bene"cence and wisdom.

Think deeply on what I have said. Investigate your own motives and opinions, and prepare to submit them to the test of numerous hazards and experiments.

Here my friend passed to a new topic. I was desirous of reverting to this subject, and obtaining further information concerning it, but he assiduously repelled all my attempts, and insisted on my bestowing deep and impartial attention on what had already been disclosed. I was not slow to comply with his directions. My mind refused to admit any other theme of contemplation than this.

As yet I had no glimpse of the nature of this fraternity. I was permitted to form conjectures, and previous incidents bestowed but one form upon my thoughts. In reviewing the sentiments and deportment of Ludloe, my belief

6. Reward.

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7. A variant term for ventriloquism.

continually acquired new strength. I even recollected hints and ambiguous allusions in his discourse, which were easily solved, on the supposition of the existence of a new model of society, in some unsuspected corner of the world.

I did not fully perceive the necessity of secrecy; but this necessity per- haps would be rendered apparent, when I should come to know the connec- tion that subsisted between Eu rope and this imaginary colony. But what was to be done? I was willing to abide by these conditions. My understand- ing might not approve of all the ends proposed by this fraternity, and I had liberty to withdraw from it, or to refuse to ally myself with them. That the obligation of secrecy should still remain, was unquestionably reasonable.

It appeared to be the plan of Ludloe rather to damp than to stimulate my zeal. He discouraged all attempts to renew the subject in conversation. He dwelt upon the arduousness of the of"ce to which I aspired, the tempta- tions to violate my duty with which I should be continually beset, the inevi- table death with which the slightest breach of my engagements would be followed, and the long apprenticeship which it would be necessary for me to serve, before I should be "tted to enter into this conclave.

Sometimes my courage was depressed by these repre sen ta tions . . . . My zeal, however, was sure to revive; and at length Ludloe declared himself willing to assist me in the accomplishment of my wishes. For this end, it was necessary, he said, that I should be informed of a second obligation, which every candidate must assume. Before any one could be deemed quali"ed, he must be thoroughly known to his associates. For this end, he must deter- mine to disclose every fact in his history, and every secret of his heart. I must begin with making these confessions, with regard to my past life, to Ludloe, and must continue to communicate, at stated seasons, every new thought, and every new occurrence, to him. This con"dence was to be absolutely limitless: no exceptions were to be admitted, and no reserves to be practised; and the same penalty attended the infraction of this rule as of the former. Means would be employed, by which the slightest deviation, in either case, would be detected, and the deathful consequence would follow with instant and inevitable expedition. If secrecy were dif"cult to practise, sincerity, in that degree in which it was here demanded, was a task in"nitely more arduous, and a period of new deliberation was necessary before I should decide. I was at liberty to pause: nay, the longer was the period of deliberation which I took, the better; but, when I had once entered this path, it was not in my power to recede. After having solemnly avowed my resolution to be thus sincere in my confession, any particle of reserve or duplicity would cost me my life.

This indeed was a subject to be deeply thought upon. Hitherto I had been guilty of concealment with regard to my friend. I had entered into no formal compact, but had been conscious [of] a kind of tacit obligation to hide no impor tant transaction of my life from him. This consciousness was the source of continual anxiety. I had exerted, on numerous occasions, my bivocal faculty,7 but, in my intercourse with Ludloe, had suffered not the slightest intimation to escape me with regard to it. This reserve was not easily explained. It was, in a great degree, the product of habit; but I likewise considered that the ef"cacy of this instrument depended upon its existence being unknown.

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8. I.e., Satan. 9. Apartment or small room.

1. County in Ireland, northwest of Dublin. 2. A carriage.

To con"de the secret to one, was to put an end to my privilege: how widely the knowledge would thenceforth be diffused, I had no power to foresee.

Each day multiplied the impediments to con"dence. Shame hindered me from acknowledging my past reserves. Ludloe, from the nature of our inter- course, would certainly account my reserve, in this res pect, unjusti"able, and to excite his indignation or contempt was an unpleasing undertaking. Now, if I should resolve to persist in my new path, this reserve must be dismissed: I must make him master of a secret which was precious to me beyond all others; by acquainting him with past concealments, I must risk incurring his suspicion and his anger. These redections were productive of considerable embarrassment.

There was, indeed, an ave nue by which to escape these dif"culties, if it did not, at the same time, plunge me into greater. My confessions might, in other re spects, be unbounded, but my reserves, in this par tic u lar, might be continued. Yet should I not expose myself to formidable perils? Would my secret be for ever unsuspected and undiscovered?

When I considered the nature of this faculty, the impossibility of going farther than suspicion, since the agent could be known only by his own confession, and even this confession would not be believed by the greater part of mankind, I was tempted to conceal it.

In most cases, if I had asserted the possession of this power, I should be treated as a liar; it would be considered as an absurd and audacious expedi- ent to free myself from the suspicion of having entered into compact with a dæmon, or of being myself an emissary of the grand foe.8 Here, however, there was no reason to dread a similar imputation, since Ludloe had denied the preternatural pretensions of these airy sounds.

My conduct on this occasion was nowise induenced by the belief of any inherent sanctity in truth. Ludloe had taught me to model myself in this res pect entirely with a view to immediate consequences. If my genuine interest, on the whole, was promoted by veracity, it was proper to adhere to it; but, if the result of my investigation were opposite, truth was to be sacri- "ced without scruple.

Meanwhile, in a point of so much moment, I was not hasty to determine. My delay seemed to be, by no means, unacceptable to Ludloe, who applauded my discretion, and warned me to be circumspect. My attention was chiedy absorbed by considerations connected with this subject, and little regard was paid to any foreign occupation or amusement.

One eve ning, after a day spent in my closet,9 I sought recreation by walk- ing forth. My mind was chiedy occupied by the review of incidents which happened in Spain. I turned my face towards the "elds, and recovered not from my reverie, till I had proceeded some miles on the road to Meath.1 The night had considerably advanced, and the darkness was rendered intense, by the setting of the moon. Being somewhat weary, as well as undetermined in what manner next to proceed, I seated myself on a grassy bank beside the road. The spot which I had chosen was aloof from passengers, and shrouded in the deepest obscurity.

Some time elapsed, when my attention was excited by the slow approach of an equipage.2 I presently discovered a coach and six horses, but unattended,

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3. Rider of the leading left- hand horse. 4. I.e., hastened.

except by coachman and postillion,3 and with no light to guide them on their way. Scarcely had they passed the spot where I rested, when some one leaped from beneath the hedge, and seized the head of the fore- horses. Another called upon the coachman to stop, and threatened him with instant death if he disobeyed. A third drew open the coach- door, and ordered those within to deliver their purses. A shriek of terror showed me that a lady was within, who eagerly consented to preserve her life by the loss of her money.

To walk unarmed in the neighbourhood of Dublin, especially at night, has always been accounted dangerous. I had about me the usual instru- ments of defence. I was desirous of rescuing this person from the danger which surrounded her, but was somewhat at a loss how to effect my purpose. My single strength was insuf"cient to contend with three ruf"ans. After a moment’s debate, an expedient was suggested, which I hastened to execute.

Time had not been allowed for the ruf"an who stood beside the carriage to receive the plunder, when several voices, loud, clamorous, and eager, were heard in the quarter whence the traveller had come. By trampling with quickness, it was easy to imitate the sound of many feet. The robbers were alarmed, and one called upon another to attend. The sounds increased, and, at the next moment, they betook themselves to dight, but not till a pistol was discharged. Whether it was aimed at the lady in the carriage, or at the coachman, I was not permitted to discover, for the report affrighted the horses, and they set off at full speed.

I could not hope to overtake them: I knew not whither the robbers had ded, and whether, by proceeding, I might not fall into their hands. . . . . These considerations induced me to resume my feet, and retire from the scene as expeditiously as pos si ble. I regained my own habitation without injury.

I have said that I occupied separate apartments from those of Ludloe. To  these there were means of access without disturbing the family. I hasted4 to my chamber, but was considerably surprized to "nd, on entering my apartment, Ludloe seated at a table, with a lamp before him.

My momentary confusion was greater than his. On discovering who it was, he assumed his accustomed looks, and explained appearances, by say- ing, that he wished to converse with me on a subject of importance, and had therefore sought me at this secret hour, in my own chamber. Contrary to his expectation, I was absent. Conceiving it pos si ble that I might shortly return, he had waited till now. He took no further notice of my absence, nor manifested any desire to know the cause of it, but proceeded to mention the subject which had brought him hither. These were his words.

You have nothing which the laws permit you to call your own. Justice entitles you to the supply of your physical wants, from those who are able to supply them; but there are few who will acknowledge your claim, or spare an atom of their superduity to appease your cravings. That which they will not spontaneously give, it is not right to wrest from them by vio lence. What then is to be done?

Property is necessary to your own subsistence. It is useful, by enabling you to supply the wants of others. To give food, and clothing, and shelter, is

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5. Slow, sluggish. 6. Town and county southwest of Dublin.

to give life, to annihilate temptation, to unshackle virtue, and propagate felicity. How shall property be gained?

You may set your understanding or your hands at work. You may weave stockings, or write poems, and exchange them for money; but these are tardy5 and meager schemes. The means are disproportioned to the end, and I will not suffer you to pursue them. My justice will supply your wants.

But dependence on the justice of others is a precarious condition. To be the object is a less ennobling state than to be the bestower of bene"t. Doubt- less you desire to be vested with competence and riches, and to hold them by virtue of the law, and not at the will of a benefactor. . . . He paused as if waiting for my assent to his positions. I readily expressed my concurrence, and my desire to pursue any means compatible with honesty. He resumed.

There are vari ous means, besides labour, vio lence, or fraud. It is right to select the easiest within your reach. It happens that the easiest is at hand. A revenue of some thousands a year, a stately mansion in the city, and another in Kildare,6 old and faithful domestics, and magni"cent furniture, are good things. Will you have them?

A gift like that, replied I, will be attended by momentous conditions. I cannot decide upon its value, until I know these conditions.

The sole condition is your consent to receive them. Not even the airy obligation of gratitude will be created by ac cep tance. On the contrary, by accepting them, you will confer the highest bene"t upon another.

I do not comprehend you. Something surely must be given in return. Nothing. It may seem strange that, in accepting the absolute control of so

much property, you subject yourself to no conditions; that no claims of gratitude or ser vice will accrue; but the won der is greater still. The law equitably enough fetters the gift with no restraints, with res pect to you that receive it; but not so with regard to the unhappy being who bestows it. That being must part, not only with property but liberty. In accepting the prop- erty, you must consent to enjoy the ser vices of the pres ent possessor. They cannot be disjoined.

Of the true nature and extent of the gift, you should be fully apprized. Be aware, therefore, that, together with this property, you will receive absolute power over the liberty and person of the being who now possesses it. That being must become your domestic slave; be governed, in every par tic u lar, by your caprice.

Happily for you, though fully invested with this power, the degree and mode in which it will be exercised will depend upon yourself. . . . . You may either totally forbear the exercise, or employ it only for the bene"t of your slave. However injurious, therefore, this authority may be to the subject of it, it will, in some sense, only enhance the value of the gift to you.

The attachment and obedience of this being will be chiedy evident in one thing. Its duty will consist in conforming, in every instance, to your will. All the powers of this being are to be devoted to your happiness; but there is one relation between you, which enables you to confer, while exacting, plea sure. . . . . This relation is sexual. Your slave is a woman; and the bond, which transfers her property and person to you, is . . . marriage.

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7. The speaker is Ludloe. 8. Credulous.

9. Candidly, sincerely.

My knowledge of Ludloe, his princi ples, and reasonings, ought to have pre- cluded that surprise which I experienced at the conclusion of his discourse. I knew that he regarded the pres ent institution of marriage as a contract of servitude, and the terms of it unequal and unjust. When my surprise had sub- sided, my thoughts turned upon the nature of his scheme. After a pause of redection, I answered:

Both law and custom have connected obligations with marriage, which, though heaviest on the female, are not light upon the male. Their weight and extent are not immutable and uniform; they are modi"ed by vari ous inci- dents, and especially by the mental and personal qualities of the lady.

I am not sure that I should willingly accept the property and person of a woman decrepit with age, and enslaved by perverse habits and evil passions: whereas youth, beauty, and tenderness would be worth accepting, even for their own sake, and disconnected with fortune.

As to altar vows, I believe they will not make me swerve from equity. I shall exact neither ser vice nor affection from my spouse. The value of these, and, indeed, not only the value, but the very existence, of the latter depends upon its spontaneity. A promise to love tends rather to loosen than strengthen the tie.

As to myself, the age of illusion is past. I shall not wed, till I "nd one whose moral and physical constitution will make personal "delity easy. I shall judge without mistiness or passion, and habit will come in aid of an enlightened and deliberate choice.

I shall not be fastidious in my choice. I do not expect, and scarcely desire, much intellectual similitude between me and my wife. Our opinions and pursuits cannot be in common. While women are formed by their educa- tion, and their education continues in its pres ent state, tender hearts and misguided understandings are all that we can hope to meet with.

What are the character, age, and person of the woman to whom you allude? and what prospect of success would attend my exertions to obtain her favour?

I have told you she is rich.7 She is a widow, and owes her riches to the liberality of her husband, who was a trader of great opulence, and who died while on a mercantile adventure to Spain. He was not unknown to you. Your letters from Spain often spoke of him. In short, she is the widow of Bening- ton, whom you met at Barcelona. She is still in the prime of life; is not with- out many feminine attractions; has an ardent and credulent8 temper: and is particularly given to devotion. This temper it would be easy to regulate according to your plea sure and your interest, and I now submit to you the expediency of an alliance with her.

I am a kinsman, and regarded by her with uncommon deference; and my commendations, therefore, will be of great ser vice to you, and shall be given.

I will deal ingenuously9 with you. It is proper you should be fully acquainted with the grounds of this proposal. The bene"ts of rank, and property, and in de pen dence, which I have already mentioned as likely to accrue to you from this marriage, are solid and valuable bene"ts; but these are not the sole advantages, and to bene"t you, in these re spects, is not my whole view.

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No. My treatment of you henceforth will be regulated by one princi ple. I regard you only as one undergoing a probation or apprenticeship; as sub- jected to trials of your sincerity and fortitude. The marriage I now propose to you is desirable, because it will make you in de pen dent of me. Your pov- erty might create an unsuitable bias in favour of proposals, one of whose effects would be to set you beyond fortune’s reach. That bias will cease, when you cease to be poor and dependent.

Love is the strongest of all human delusions. That fortitude, which is not subdued by the tenderness and blandishments of woman, may be trusted; but no fortitude, which has not under gone that test, will be trusted by us.

This woman is a charming enthusiast. She will never marry but him whom she passionately loves. Her power over the heart that loves her will scarcely have limits. The means of prying into your transactions, of sus- pecting and sifting your thoughts, which her constant society with you, while sleeping and waking, her zeal and watchfulness for your welfare, and her curiosity, adroitness, and penetration will afford her, are evident. Your danger, therefore, will be imminent. Your fortitude will be obliged to have recourse, not to dight, but to vigilance. Your eye must never close.

Alas! what human magnanimity can stand this test! How can I persuade myself that you will not fail? I waver between hope and fear. Many, it is true, have fallen, and dragged with them the author of their ruin, but some have soared above even these perils and temptations, with their "ery energies unimpaired, and great has been, as great ought to be, their recompence.

But you are doubtless aware of your danger. I need not repeat the conse- quences of betraying your trust, the rigour of those who will judge your fault, the unerring and unbounded scrutiny to which your actions, the most secret and indifferent, will be subjected.

Your conduct, however, will be voluntary. At your own option be it, to see or not to see this woman. Circumspection, deliberation, forethought, are your sacred duties and highest interest.

Ludloe’s remarks on the seductive and bewitching powers of women, on the dif"culty of keeping a secret which they wish to know, and to gain which they employ the soft artillery of tears and prayers, and blandish- ments and menaces, are familiar to all men, but they had little weight with me, because they were unsupported by my own experience. I had never had any intellectual or sentimental connection with the sex. My meditations and pursuits had all led a dif fer ent way, and a bias had gradually been given to my feelings, very unfavourable to the re"nements of love. I acknowledge, with shame and regret, that I was accustomed to regard the physical and sensual consequences of the sexual relation as realities, and every thing intellectual, disinterested, and heroic, which enthusiasts connect with it as idle dreams. Besides, said I, I am yet a stranger to the secret, on the preser- vation of which so much stress is laid, and it will be optional with me to receive it or not. If, in the pro gress of my acquaintance with Mrs. Bening- ton, I should perceive any extraordinary danger in the gift, cannot I refuse, or at least delay to comply with any new conditions from Ludloe? Will not his candour and his affection for me rather commend than disapprove my dif"dence? In "ne, I resolved to see this lady.

She was, it seems, the widow of Benington, whom I knew in Spain. This man was an En glish merchant settled at Barcelona, to whom I had been

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1. Province of southwestern Ireland. According to some legends, the biblical patriarch Noah’s son Japhet or Japeth is the father of the Gaels in Ire- land. In other legends, the father of this Irish

people is Bith, a son of Noah who does not appear in the Bible. 2. British gold coins, in use from 1663 to 1817.

commended by Ludloe’s letters, and through whom my pecuniary supplies were furnished. . . . . Much intercourse and some degree of intimacy had taken place between us, and I had gained a pretty accurate knowledge of his character. I had been informed, through dif fer ent channels, that his wife was much his superior in rank, that she possessed great wealth in her own right, and that some disagreement of temper or views occasioned their separation. She had married him for love, and still doted on him: the occa- sions for separation having arisen, it seems, not on her side but on his. As his habits of redection were nowise friendly to religion, and as hers, accord- ing to Ludloe, were of the opposite kind, it is pos si ble that some jarring had arisen between them from this source. Indeed, from some casual and bro- ken hints of Benington, especially in the latter part of his life, I had long since gathered this conjecture. . . . . Something, thought I, may be derived from my acquaintance with her husband favourable to my views.

I anxiously waited for an opportunity of acquainting Ludloe with my res- olution. On the day of our last conversation, he had made a short excursion from town, intending to return the same eve ning, but had continued absent for several days. As soon as he came back, I hastened to acquaint him with my wishes.

Have you well considered this matter, said he. Be assured it is of no triv- ial import. The moment at which you enter the presence of this woman will decide your future destiny. Even putting out of view the subject of our late conversations, the light in which you shall appear to her will greatly indu- ence your happiness, since, though you cannot fail to love her, it is quite uncertain what return she may think proper to make. Much, doubtless, will depend on your own perseverance and address, but you will have many, perhaps insuperable obstacles to encounter on several accounts, and espe- cially in her attachment to the memory of her late husband. As to her devout temper, this is nearly allied to a warm imagination in some other re spects, and will operate much more in favour of an ardent and artful lover, than against him.

I still expressed my willingness to try my fortune with her. Well, said he, I anticipated your consent to my proposal, and the visit I

have just made was to her. I thought it best to pave the way, by informing her that I had met with one for whom she had desired me to look out. You must know that her father was one of these singular men who set a value upon things exactly in proportion to the dif"culty of obtaining or compre- hending them. His passion was for antiques, and his favourite pursuit dur- ing a long life was monuments in brass, marble, and parchment, of the remotest antiquity. He was wholly indifferent to the character or conduct of our pres ent sovereign and his ministers, but was extremely solicitous about the name and exploits of a king of Ireland that lived two or three centuries before the dood. He felt no curiosity to know who was the father of his wife’s child, but would travel a thousand miles, and consume months, in investigating which son of Noah it was that "rst landed on the coast of Munster.1 He would give a hundred guineas2 from the mint for a piece of

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3. Fifth- century bishop known as the primary patron saint of Ireland. 4. Plateau in central Eng land; the location of Stonehenge and other prehistoric monuments. “Pendragon”: the title given to several traditional kings of the Britons, including King Arthur.

“Druid”: member of an educated, priestly class among the Iron Age Celts. 5. Old and useless things. 6. A person paid to undertake menial work. 7. Remove.

old decayed copper no bigger than his nail, provided it had awkward charac- ters upon it, too much defaced to be read. The whole stock of a great book- seller was, in his eyes, a cheap exchange for a shred of parchment, containing half a homily written by St. Patrick.3 He would have gratefully given all his patrimonial domains to one who should inform him what pendragon or druid it was who set up the "rst stone on Salisbury plain.4

This spirit, as you may readily suppose, being seconded by great wealth and long life, contributed to form a very large collection of venerable lum- ber5 which, though beyond all price to the collector himself, is of no value to his heiress but so far as it is marketable. She designs to bring the whole to auction, but for this purpose a cata logue and description are necessary. Her father trusted to a faithful memory, and to vague and scarcely legible memorandums, and has left a very arduous task to any one who shall be named to the of"ce. It occurred to me, that the best means of promoting your views was to recommend you to this of"ce.

You are not entirely without the antiquarian frenzy yourself. The employ- ment, therefore, will be somewhat agreeable to you for its own sake. It will entitle you to become an inmate of the same house, and thus establish an incessant intercourse between you, and the nature of the business is such, that you may perform it in what time, and with what degree of diligence and accuracy you please.

I ventured to insinuate that, to a woman of rank and family, the charac- ter of a hireling6 was by no means a favourable recommendation.

He answered, that he proposed, by the account he should give of me, to obviate7 every scruple of that nature. Though my father was no better than a farmer, it is not absolutely certain but that my remoter ancestors had princely blood in their veins: but as long as proofs of my low extraction did not imper- tinently intrude themselves, my silence, or, at most, equivocal surmises, sea- sonably made use of, might secure me from all incon ve niences on the score of birth. He should represent me, and I was such, as his friend, favourite, and equal, and my passion for antiquities should be my principal induce- ment to undertake this of"ce, though my poverty would make no objection to a reasonable pecuniary recompense.

Having expressed my acquiescence in his mea sures, he thus proceeded: My visit was made to my kinswoman, for the purpose, as I just now told you, of paving your way into her family; but, on my arrival at her house, I found noth- ing but disorder and alarm. Mrs. Benington, it seems, on returning from a longer ride than customary, last Thursday eve ning, was attacked by robbers. Her attendants related an imperfect tale of somebody advancing at the critical moment to her rescue. It seems, however, they did more harm than good; for the horses took to dight and overturned the carriage, in consequence of which Mrs. Benington was severely bruised. She has kept her bed ever since, and a fever was likely to ensue, which has only left her out of danger to- day.

As the adventure before related, in which I had so much concern, occurred at the time mentioned by Ludloe, and as all other circumstances

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were alike, I could not doubt that the person whom the exertion of my mys- terious powers had relieved was Mrs. Benington: but what an ill- omened interference was mine! The robbers would prob ably have been satis"ed with the few guineas8 in her purse, and, on receiving these, would have left her to prosecute her journey in peace and security, but, by absurdly offering a succor,9 which could only operate upon the fears of her assailants, I endangered her life, "rst by the desperate discharge of a pistol, and next by the fright of the horses. . . . My anxiety, which would have been less if I had not been, in some degree, myself the author of the evil, was nearly removed by Ludloe’s proceeding to assure me that all danger was at an end, and that he left the lady in the road to perfect health. He had seized the earliest opportunity of acquainting her with the purpose of his visit, and had brought back with him her cheerful ac cep tance of my ser vices. The next week was appointed for my introduction.

With such an object in view, I had little leisure to attend to any indiffer- ent object. My thoughts were continually bent upon the expected introduc- tion, and my impatience and curiosity drew strength, not mercly from the character of Mrs. Benington, but from the nature of my new employment. Ludloe had truly observed, that I was infected with somewhat of this anti- quarian mania myself, and I now remembered that Benington had fre- quently alluded to this collection in possession of his wife. My curiosity had then been more than once excited by his repre sen ta tions, and I had formed a vague resolution of making myself acquainted with this lady and her learned trea sure, should I ever return to Ireland. . . . Other incidents had driven this matter from my mind.

Meanwhile, affairs between Ludloe and myself remained stationary. Our conferences, which were regular and daily, related to general topics, and though his instructions were adapted to promote my improvement in the most useful branches of knowledge, they never afforded a glimpse towards that quarter where my curiosity was most active.

The next week now arrived, but Ludloe informed me that the state of Mrs. Benington’s health required a short excursion into the country, and that he himself proposed to bear her com pany. The journey was to last about a fortnight, after which I might prepare myself for an introduction to her.

This was a very unexpected and disagreeable trial to my patience. The interval of solitude that now succeeded would have passed rapidly and pleasantly enough, if an event of so much moment were not in suspense. Books, of which I was passionately fond, would have afforded me delightful and incessant occupation, and Ludloe, by way of reconciling me to unavoid- able delays, had given me access to a little closet, in which his rarer and more valuable books were kept.

All my amusements, both by inclination and necessity, were centered in myself and at home. Ludloe appeared to have no visitants, and though fre- quently abroad, or at least secluded from me, had never proposed my intro- duction to any of his friends, except Mrs. Benington. My obligations to him were already too great to allow me to lay claim to new favors and indul- gences, nor, indeed, was my disposition such as to make society needful to my happiness. My character had been, in some degree, modeled by the

8. British gold coins, in use from 1663 to 1817. 9. Aid, help.

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1. David Hume (1711–1776), Scottish phi los o- pher, author of the essay “The Idea of a Perfect Commonwealth”; Plato (not Aristotle), ancient Greek phi los o pher, author of the dialogue Repub- lic; Sir Thomas More (1478–1535), En glish states-

man, author of the combination of "ctional and po liti cal philosophy Utopia; James Harrington (1611–1677), En glish statesman, author of the work of po liti cal philosophy The Commonwealth of Oceana.

faculty which I possessed. This deriving all its supposed value from impen- etrable secrecy, and Ludloe’s admonitions tending powerfully to impress me with the necessity of wariness and circumspection in my general inter- course with mankind, I had gradually fallen into sedate, reserved, mysteri- ous, and unsociable habits. My heart wanted not a friend.

In this temper of mind, I set myself to examine the novelties which Lud- loe’s private book- cases contained. ’Twill be strange, thought I, if his favorite volumes do not show some marks of my friend’s character. To know a man’s favorite or most constant studies cannot fail of letting in some little light upon his secret thoughts, and though he would not have given me the read- ing of these books, if he had thought them capable of unveiling more of his concerns than he wished, yet possibly my ingenuity may go one step farther than he dreams of. You shall judge whether I was right in my conjectures.

The books which composed this little library were chiedy the voyages and travels of the missionaries of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. Added to these were some works upon po liti cal economy and legislation. Those writers who have amused themselves with reducing their ideas to practice, and drawing imaginary pictures of nations or republics, whose manners or government came up to their standard of excellence, were, all of whom I had ever heard, and some I had never heard of before, to be found in this collec- tion. A translation of Aristotle’s republic, the po liti cal romances of sir Thomas Moore, Harrington, and Hume,1 appeared to have been much read, and Ludloe had not been sparing of his marginal comments. In these writ- ers he appeared to "nd nothing but error and absurdity; and his notes were introduced for no other end than to point out groundless princi ples and false conclusions. . . . The style of these remarks was already familiar to me. I saw nothing new in them, or dif fer ent from the strain of those speculations with which Ludloe was accustomed to indulge himself in conversation with me.

After having turned over the leaves of the printed volumes, I at length lighted on a small book of maps, from which, of course, I could reasonably expect no information, on that point about which I was most curious. It was an atlas, in which the maps had been drawn by the pen. None of them con- tained any thing remarkable, so far as I, who was indeed a smatterer in geography, was able to perceive, till I came to the end, when I noticed a map, whose prototype I was wholly unacquainted with. It was drawn on a pretty large scale, representing two islands, which bore some faint resemblance, in their relative proportions, at least, to Great Britain and Ireland. In shape they were widely dif fer ent, but as to size there was no scale by which to mea- sure them. From the great number of subdivisions, and from signs, which apparently represented towns and cities, I was allowed to infer, that the country was at least as extensive as the British isles. This map was appar- ently un"nished, for it had no names inscribed upon it.

I have just said, my geo graph i cal knowledge was imperfect. Though I had not enough to draw the outlines of any country by memory, I had still suf- "cient to recognize what I had before seen, and to discover that none of the

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2. “The reader must be reminded that the inci- dents of this narrative are supposed to have taken place before the voyages of Bougainville and Cook”— EDITOR [Brown’s note]. The French admiral Louis- Antoine, Comte de Bougainville (1729–1811) and the En glish captain James

Cook (1728–1779) undertook separate explora- tions in the Paci"c Ocean in the late 1760s. 3. I.e., at what we know as the approximate loca- tion of Australia. 4. Page.

larger islands in our globe resembled the one before me. Having such and so strong motives to curiosity, you may easily imagine my sensations on surveying this map. Suspecting, as I did, that many of Ludloe’s intimations alluded to a country well known to him, though unknown to others, I was, of course, inclined to suppose that this country was now before me.

In search of some clue to this mystery, I carefully inspected the other maps in this collection. In a map of the eastern hemi sphere I soon observed the outlines of islands, which, though on a scale greatly diminished, were plainly similar to that of the land above described.

It is well known that the people of Eu rope are strangers to very nearly one half of the surface of the globe.2 From the south pole up to the equator, it is only the small space occupied by southern Africa and by South Amer i ca with which we are acquainted. There is a vast extent, suf"cient to receive a conti- nent as large as North Amer i ca, which our ignorance has "lled only with water. In Ludloe’s maps nothing was still to be seen, in these regions, but water, except in that spot where the transverse parallels of the southern tropic and the 150th degree east longitude intersect each other.3 On this spot were Ludloe’s islands placed, though without any name or inscription what ever.

I needed not to be told that this spot had never been explored by any Eu ro pean voyager, who had published his adventures. What authority had Ludloe for "xing a habitable land in this spot? and why did he give us noth- ing but the courses of shores and rivers, and the site of towns and villages, without a name?

As soon as Ludloe had set out upon his proposed journey of a fortnight, I unlocked his closet, and continued rummaging among these books and maps till night. By that time I had turned over every book and almost every leaf4 in this small collection, and did not open the closet again till near the end of that period. Meanwhile I had many redections upon this remarkable circumstance. Could Ludloe have intended that I should see this atlas? It was the only book that could be styled a manuscript on these shelves, and it was placed beneath several others, in a situation far from being obvious and forward to the eye or the hand. Was it an oversight in him to leave it in my way, or could he have intended to lead my curiosity and knowledge a little farther onward by this accidental disclosure? In either case how was I to regulate my future deportment toward him? Was I to speak and act as if this atlas had escaped my attention or not? I had already, after my "rst examination of it, placed the volume exactly where I found it. On every sup- position I thought this was the safest way, and unlocked the closet a second time, to see that all was precisely in the original order. . . . How was I dis- mayed and confounded on inspecting the shelves to perceive that the atlas was gone. This was a theft, which, from the closet being under lock and key, and the key always in my own pocket, and which, from the very nature of the thing stolen, could not be imputed to any of the domestics. After a few moments a suspicion occurred, which was soon changed into certainty by applying to the house keeper, who told me that Ludloe had returned,

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5. Unknown territories (Latin).

apparently in much haste, the eve ning of the day on which he had set out upon his journey, and just after I had left the house, that he had gone into the room where this closet of books was, and, after a few minutes’ stay, came out again and went away. She told me also, that he had made general enquiries after me, to which she had answered, that she had not seen me during the day, and supposed that I had spent the whole of it abroad. From this account it was plain, that Ludloe had returned for no other purpose but to remove this book out of my reach. But if he had a double key to this door, what should hinder his having access, by the same means, to every other locked up place in the house?

This suggestion made me start with terror. Of so obvious a means for possessing a knowledge of every thing under his roof, I had never been till this moment aware. Such is the infatuation which lays our most secret thoughts open to the world’s scrutiny. We are frequently in most danger when we deem ourselves most safe, and our fortress is taken sometimes through a point, whose weakness nothing, it should seem, but the blindest stupidity could overlook.

My terrors, indeed, quickly subsided when I came to recollect that there was nothing in any closet or cabinet of mine which could possibly throw light upon subjects which I desired to keep in the dark. The more carefully I inspected my own drawers, and the more I redected on the character of Ludloe, as I had known it, the less reason did there appear in my suspi- cions; but I drew a lesson of caution from this circumstance, which contrib- uted to my future safety.

From this incident I could not but infer Ludloe’s unwillingness to let me so far into his geo graph i cal secret, as well as the certainty of that suspicion, which had very early been suggested to my thoughts, that Ludloe’s plans of civilization had been carried into practice in some unvisited corner of the world. It was strange, however, that he should betray himself by such an inadvertency. One who talked so con"dently of his own powers, to unveil any secret of mine, and, at the same time, to conceal his own transactions, had surely committed an unpardonable error in leaving this impor tant document in my way. My reverence, indeed, for Ludloe was such, that I sometimes enter- tained the notion that this seeming oversight was, in truth, a regular contriv- ance to supply me with a knowledge, of which, when I came maturely to redect, it was impossible for me to make any ill use. There is no use in relating what would not be believed; and should I publish to the world the existence of islands in the space allotted by Ludloe’s maps to these incognitæ,5 what would the world answer? That whether the space described was sea or land was of no importance. That the moral and po liti cal condition of its inhab- itants was the only topic worthy of rational curiosity. Since I had gained no information upon this point; since I had nothing to disclose but vain and fan- tastic surmises; I might as well be ignorant of every thing. Thus, from secretly condemning Ludloe’s imprudence, I gradually passed to admiration of his pol- icy. This discovery had no other effect than to stimulate my curiosity; to keep up my zeal to prosecute the journey I had commenced under his auspices.

I had hitherto formed a resolution to stop where I was in Ludloe’s con"- dence: to wait till the success should be ascertained of my proj ects with

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6. Private room.

res pect to Mrs. Benington, before I made any new advance in the perilous and mysterious road into which he had led my steps. But, before this tedious fortnight had elapsed, I was grown extremely impatient for an interview, and had nearly resolved to undertake what ever obligation he should lay upon me.

This obligation was indeed a heavy one, since it included the confession of my vocal powers. In itself the confession was little. To possess this fac- ulty was neither laudable nor culpable, nor had it been exercised in a way which I should be very much ashamed to acknowledge. It had led me into many insincerities and arti"ces, which, though not justi"able by any creed, was entitled to some excuse, on the score of youthful ardour and temerity. The true dif"culty in the way of these confessions was the not having made them already. Ludloe had long been entitled to this con"dence, and, though the existence of this power was venial or wholly innocent, the obsti- nate concealment of it was a dif fer ent matter, and would certainly expose me to suspicion and rebuke. But what was the alternative? To conceal it. To incur those dreadful punishments awarded against treason in this par tic u lar. Lud- loe’s menaces still rung in my ears, and appalled my heart. How should I be able to shun them? By concealing from every one what I concealed from him? How was my concealment of such a faculty to be suspected or proved? Unless I betrayed myself, who could betray me?

In this state of mind, I resolved to confess myself to Ludloe in the way that he required, reserving only the secret of this faculty. Awful, indeed, said I, is the crisis of my fate. If Ludloe’s declarations are true, a horrid catastrophe awaits me: but as fast as my resolutions were shaken, they were con"rmed anew by the recollection— Who can betray me but myself? If I deny, who is there can prove? Suspicion can never light upon the truth. If it does, it can never be converted into certainty. Even my own lips cannot con"rm it, since who will believe my testimony?

By such illusions was I forti"ed in my desperate resolution. Ludloe returned at the time appointed. He informed me that Mrs. Benington expected me next morning. She was ready to depart for her country residence, where she proposed to spend the ensuing summer, and would carry me along with her. In consequence of this arrangement, he said, many months would elapse before he should see me again. You will indeed, continued he, be pretty much shut up from all society. Your books and your new friend will be your chief, if not only companions. Her life is not a social one, because she has formed extravagant notions of the importance of lonely worship and devout solitude. Much of her time will be spent in meditation upon pious books in her closet.6 Some of it in long solitary rides in her coach, for the sake of exercise. Little will remain for eating and sleeping, so that unless you can prevail upon her to violate her ordinary rules for your sake, you will be left pretty much to your- self. You will have the more time to redect upon what has hitherto been the theme of our conversations. You can come to town when you want to see me. I shall generally be found in these apartments.

In the pres ent state of my mind, though impatient to see Mrs. Benington, I was still more impatient to remove the veil between Ludloe and myself. After some pause, I ventured to enquire if there was any impediment to

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7. A pledge.

my advancement in the road he had already pointed out to my curiosity and ambition.

He replied, with great solemnity, that I was already acquainted with the next step to be taken in this road. If I was prepared to make him my confes- sor, as to the past, the pres ent, and the future, without exception or condi- tion, but what arose from defect of memory, he was willing to receive my confession.

I declared myself ready to do so. I need not, he returned, remind you of the consequences of concealment

or deceit. I have already dwelt upon these consequences. As to the past, you have already told me, perhaps, all that is of any moment to know. It is in relation to the future that caution will be chiedy necessary. Hitherto your actions have been nearly indifferent to the ends of your future existence. Confessions of the past are required, because they are an earnest7 of the future character and conduct. Have you then— but this is too abrupt. Take an hour to redect and deliberate. Go by yourself; take yourself to severe task, and make up your mind with a full, entire, and unfailing resolution; for the moment in which you assume this new obligation will make you a new being. Perdition or felicity will hang upon that moment.

This conversation was late in the eve ning. After I had consented to post- pone this subject, we parted, he telling me that he would leave his chamber door open, and as soon as my mind was made up I might come to him.

I retired accordingly to my apartment, and spent the prescribed hour in anxious and irresolute redections. They were no other than had hitherto occurred, but they occurred with more force than ever. Some fatal obstinacy, however, got possession of me, and I persisted in the resolution of concealing one thing. We become fondly attached to objects and pursuits, frequently for no conceivable reason but the pain and trou ble they cost us. In proportion to the danger in which they involve us do we cherish them. Our darling potion is the poison that scorches our vitals.

After some time, I went to Ludloe’s apartment. I found him solemn, and yet benign, at my entrance. After intimating my compliance with the terms prescribed, which I did, in spite of all my labor for composure, with accents half faltering, he proceeded to put vari ous questions to me, relative to my early history.

I knew there was no other mode of accomplishing the end in view, but by putting all that was related in the form of answers to questions; and when meditating on the character of Ludloe, I experienced excessive uneasiness as to the consummate art and penetration which his questions would man- ifest. Conscious of a purpose to conceal, my fancy invested my friend with the robe of a judicial inquisitor, all whose questions should aim at extract- ing the truth, and entrapping the liar.

In this res pect, however, I was wholly disappointed. All his inquiries were general and obvious.— They betokened curiosity, but not suspicion; yet there were moments when I saw, or fancied I saw, some dissatisfaction betrayed in his features; and when I arrived at that period of my story which terminated with my departure, as his companion, for Eu rope, his pauses were, I thought, a little longer and more museful than I liked. At this period,

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8. Thick piece (of wood). 9. Recent.

1. Coward; one unfaithful to a belief, apostate.

our "rst conference ended. After a talk, which had commenced at a late hour, and had continued many hours, it was time to sleep, and it was agreed that next morning the conference should be renewed.

On retiring to my pillow, and reviewing all the circumstances of this interview, my mind was "lled with apprehension and disquiet. I seemed to recollect a thousand things, which showed that Ludloe was not fully satis- "ed with my part in this interview. A strange and nameless mixture of wrath and of pity appeared, on recollection, in the glances which, from time to time, he cast upon me. Some emotion played upon his features, in which, as my fears conceived, there was a tincture of resentment and ferocity. In vain I called my usual sophistries to my aid. In vain I pondered on the inscruta- ble nature of my peculiar faculty. In vain I endeavoured to persuade myself, that, by telling the truth, instead of entitling myself to Ludloe’s approba- tion, I should only excite his anger, by what he could not but deem an attempt to impose upon his belief an incredible tale of impossible events. I had never heard or read of any instance of this faculty. I supposed the case to be absolutely singular, and I should be no more entitled to credit in pro- claiming it, than if I should maintain that a certain billet8 of wood possessed the faculty of articulate speech. It was now, however, too late to retract. I had been guilty of a solemn and deliberate concealment. I was now in the path in which there was no turning back, and I must go forward.

The return of day’s encouraging beams in some degree quieted my noctur- nal terrors, and I went, at the appointed hour, to Ludloe’s presence. I found him with a much more cheerful aspect than I expected, and began to chide myself, in secret, for the folly of my late9 apprehensions.

After a little pause, he reminded me, that he was only one among many, engaged in a great and arduous design. As each of us, continued he, is mor- tal, each of us must, in time, yield his post to another.— Each of us is ambi- tious to provide himself a successor, to have his place "lled by one selected and instructed by himself. All our personal feelings and affections are by no means intended to be swallowed up by a passion for the general interest; when they can be kept alive and be brought into play, in subordination and subservience to the great end, they are cherished as useful, and revered as laudable; and what ever austerity and rigor you may impute to my character, there are few more susceptible of personal regards than I am.

You cannot know, till you are what I am, what deep, what all- absorbing interest I have in the success of my tutorship on this occasion. Most joyfully would I embrace a thousand deaths, rather than that you should prove a recreant.1 The consequences of any failure in your integrity will, it is true, be fatal to yourself: but there are some minds, of a generous texture, who are more impatient under ills they have indicted upon others, than of those they have brought upon themselves; who had rather perish, themselves, in infamy, than bring infamy or death upon a benefactor.

Perhaps of such noble materials is your mind composed. If I had not thought so, you would never have been an object of my regard, and therefore, in the motives that shall impel you to "delity, sincerity, and perseverance, some regard to my happiness and welfare will, no doubt, have place.

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2. City in central Spain, whose cathedral is one of the great examples of Gothic architecture.

And yet I exact nothing from you on this score. If your own safety be insuf- "cient to control you, you are not "t for us. There is, indeed, abundant need of all pos si ble inducements to make you faithful. The task of concealing nothing from me must be easy. That of concealing every thing from others must be the only arduous one. The #rst you can hardly fail of performing, when the exigence requires it, for what motive can you possibly have to prac- tice evasion or disguise with me? You have surely committed no crime; you have neither robbed, nor murdered, nor betrayed. If you have, there is no room for the fear of punishment or the terror of disgrace to step in, and make you hide your guilt from me. You cannot dread any further disclosure, because I can have no interest in your ruin or your shame: and what evil could ensue the confession of the foulest murder, even before a bench of magistrates, more dreadful than that which will inevitably follow the practice of the least concealment to me, or the least undue disclosure to others?

You cannot easily conceive the emphatical solemnity with which this was spoken. Had he "xed piercing eyes on me while he spoke; had I perceived him watching my looks, and laboring to penetrate my secret thoughts, I should doubtless have been ruined: but he "xed his eyes upon the door, and no gesture or look indicated the smallest suspicion of my conduct. After some pause, he continued, in a more pathetic tone, while his whole frame seemed to partake of his mental agitation.

I am greatly at a loss by what means to impress you with a full conviction of the truth of what I have just said. Endless are the sophistries by which we seduce ourselves into perilous and doubtful paths. What we do not see, we disbelieve, or we heed not. The sword may descend upon our infatuated head from above, but we who are, meanwhile, busily inspecting the ground at our feet, or gazing at the scene around us, are not aware or apprehensive of its irresistible coming. In this case, it must not be seen before it is felt, or before the time comes when the danger of incurring it is over. I cannot withdraw the veil, and disclose to your view the exterminating angel. All must be vacant and blank, and the danger that stands armed with death at your elbow must continue to be totally invisible, till that moment when its vengeance is provoked or unprovokable. I will do my part to encourage you in good, or intimidate you from evil. I am anxious to set before you all the motives which are "tted to induence your conduct; but how shall I work on your convictions?

Here another pause ensued, which I had not courage enough to inter- rupt. He presently resumed.

Perhaps you recollect a visit which you paid, on Christmas day, in the year— — , to the cathedral church at Toledo.2 Do you remember?

A moment’s redection recalled to my mind all the incidents of that day. I had good reason to remember them. I felt no small trepidation when Ludloe referred me to that day, for, at the moment, I was doubtful whether there had not been some bivocal agency exerted on that occasion. Luckily, however, it was almost the only similar occasion in which it had been wholly silent.

I answered in the af"rmative. I remember them perfectly. And yet, said Ludloe, with a smile that seemed intended to disarm this

declaration of some of its terrors, I suspect your recollection is not as exact

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3. Predetermined.

as mine, nor, indeed, your knowledge as extensive. You met there, for the "rst time, a female, whose nominal uncle, but real father, a dean of that ancient church, resided in a blue stone house, the third from the west angle of the square of St. Jago.

All this was exactly true. This female, continued he, fell in love with you. Her passion made her deaf

to all the dictates of modesty and duty, and she gave you suf"cient intima- tions, in subsequent interviews at the same place, of this passion; which, she being fair and enticing, you were not slow in comprehending and returning. As not only the safety of your intercourse, but even of both your lives, depended on being shielded even from suspicion, the utmost wariness and caution was observed in all your proceedings. Tell me whether you succeeded in your efforts to this end.

I replied, that, at the time, I had no doubt but I had. And yet, said he, drawing something from his pocket, and putting it into

my hand, there is the slip of paper, with the preconcerted3 emblem inscribed upon it, which the infatuated girl dropped in your sight, one eve ning, in the left aisle of that church. That paper you imagined you afterwards burnt in your chamber lamp. In pursuance of this token, you deferred your intended visit, and next day the lady was accidentally drowned, in passing a river. Here ended your connection with her, and with her was buried, as you thought, all memory of this transaction.

I leave you to draw your own inference from this disclosure. Meditate upon it when alone. Recall all the incidents of that drama, and labour to conceive the means by which my sagacity has been able to reach events that took place so far off, and under so deep a covering. If you cannot penetrate these means, learn to reverence my assertions, that I cannot be deceived; and let sincerity be henceforth the rule of your conduct towards me, not merely because it is right, but because concealment is impossible.

We will stop here. There is no haste required of us. Yesterday’s discourse will suf"ce for to- day, and for many days to come. Let what has already taken place be the subject of profound and mature redection. Review, once more, the incidents of your early life, previous to your introduction to me, and, at our next conference, prepare to supply all those de"ciences occa- sioned by negligence, forgetfulness, or design on our "rst. There must be some. There must be many. The whole truth can only be disclosed after numerous and repeated conversations. These must take place at consider- able intervals, and when all is told, then shall you be ready to encounter the "nal ordeal, and load yourself with heavy and terri"c sanctions.

I shall be the proper judge of the completeness of your confession.— Knowing previously, and by unerring means, your whole history, I shall be able to detect all that is de"cient, as well as all that is redundant. Your con- fessions have hitherto adhered to the truth, but de"cient they are, and they must be, for who, at a single trial can detail the secrets of his life? whose recollection can fully serve him at an instant’s notice? who can free him- self, by a single effort, from the dominion of fear and shame? We expect no miracles of fortitude and purity from our disciples. It is our discipline, our

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wariness, our laborious preparation that creates the excellence we have among us. We "nd it not ready made.

I counsel you to join Mrs.  Benington without delay. You may see me when and as often as you please. When it is proper to renew the pres ent topic, it shall be renewed. Till then we will be silent.— Here Ludloe left me alone, but not to indifference or vacuity. Indeed I was overwhelmed with the redections that arose from this conversation. So, said I, I am still saved, if I have wisdom enough to use the opportunity, from the consequences of past concealments. By a distinction which I had wholly overlooked, but which could not be missed by the sagacity and equity of Ludloe, I have praise for telling the truth, and an excuse for withholding some of the truth. It was, indeed, a praise to which I was entitled, for I have made no additions to the tale of my early adventures. I had no motive to exaggerate or dress out in false colours. What I sought to conceal, I was careful to exclude entirely, that a lame or defective narrative might awaken no suspicions.

The allusion to incidents at Toledo confounded and bewildered all my thoughts. I still held the paper he had given me. So far as memory could be trusted, it was the same which, an hour after I had received it, I burnt, as I conceived, with my own hands. How Ludloe came into possession of this paper; how he was apprised of incidents, to which only the female men- tioned and myself were privy; which she had too good reason to hide from all the world, and which I had taken in"nite pains to bury in oblivion, I vainly endeavoured to conjecture.

To be continued.

985

Native American Eloquence: Negotiation and Re sis tance

T he eloquence of Native American orators impressed Eu ro pe ans from the early years of contact. Exploration narratives often included descriptions of Native speakers and sometimes offered versions of what they were purported to have said, as in two se lections in the “Native American Oral Traditions” cluster: the descrip- tion of the Drake com pany’s encounter with Coast Miwok leaders and John Smith’s report on his negotiations with Powhatan. By the eigh teenth century, as interest in po liti cal oratory and classical republicanism grew, white readers came to recognize the eloquent Indian as a literary type, and Indian speeches "gured prominently in schoolbooks such as the popu lar elocution manuals designed to teach young Ameri- can citizens to engage in public affairs. Meanwhile, oratory remained a central form of verbal art in indigenous communities, and it was an impor tant ele ment in formal exchanges with white Americans. The words of Native orators appeared in of"cial state documents, treaty proceedings, and ethnographic and historical works, and orations attributed to Native speakers appeared in novels, poems, and plays. The literary fashion for Native eloquence was grounded in real practices and closely tied to matters of po liti cal exigency. The vogue reached a peak in the 1820s, when debates over Indian Removal gave added urgency to the Native re sis tance expressed in a number of widely circulated speeches.

The se lections included here exemplify some seventy years of written or printed repre sen ta tions of Native eloquence. A speech by the Iroquois leader Canassatego, which achieved strikingly wide circulation on both sides of the Atlantic, shows him to be a consummate diplomat as he argues for indigenous sovereignty. Two de cades later Pontiac, citing a charismatic prophet of the Delawares, attempts to persuade Huron and Pottawatomi leaders to join his Ottawa people in armed re sis- tance to the British, in much the same way that the Shawnee leader Tecumseh later seeks to forge an Indian alliance against the expansionist Americans. The Mingo warrior Logan explains the reasons for his violent re sis tance to the colo- nists whom his people had earlier welcomed. Fi nally, a group of Cherokee women diplomats marshal the rhe toric of po liti cal motherhood to call for peaceful and friendly relations.

Before the nineteenth century, published texts of Native American oratory were almost all produced by hands other than those of the orators themselves— the works of Samson Occom and Hendrick Aupaumut, both included in this vol- ume, are impor tant exceptions— and they vary in authenticity and accuracy. Some widely reprinted speeches are now known to be largely or entirely in ven ted, while others approximate the speaker’s actual words. Somewhere between these extremes are speeches that might be called “bicultural composites,” prob ably based on what an Indian person said but rendered in an En glish text that owes much to translators, transcribers, editors, and publishers. No known fabrications have been included here, and the provenance of each speech is indicated as spe- ci"cally as pos si ble.

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CANASSATEGO

C anassatego (b. c. 1680; sometimes Canasatego) was an Onondaga Indian. The Onondagas— whose traditional homeland is in central New York, near pres ent- day Syracuse— were one of the original Five (later Six) Nations of the Iroquois (or Haudenosaunee) League. Canassatego had no apparent connection to the heredi- tary sachems, or leaders, of the Onondagas, but around 1740, in the years leading to the "nal strug gle between France and Eng land for control of North Amer i ca, he rose to prominence as a negotiator of several impor tant treaties between the Iroquois and the En glish colonies. He prob ably achieved this status through his skills as an orator and a po liti cal tactician. His induence depended partly on his close relation- ship with Conrad Weiser (1696–1760), a German- born translator and Indian agent who cultivated a reputation as an honest broker between Pennsylvania authorities and the Iroquois leadership. Canassatego "rst appears in the written rec ord for 1742, when he played a signi"cant role in the negotiations with the Pennsylvania govern- ment over compensation for land. He played a larger role in the Lancaster Treaty proceedings of 1744, the source for the se lection included here, and in meetings at Albany (1745) and Philadelphia (1749). He died in 1750, possibly a victim of poison. His successor was an ally of France and a professed Roman Catholic, indicating that schisms existed within Canassatego’s Onondaga community.

The printed version of the Lancaster Treaty of 1744 circulated widely in the colo- nies and in Eng land. Benjamin Franklin, the Pennsylvania colony’s of"cial printer, laid out the text of the treaty proceedings to resemble a printed play and sent copies to his business partners in London, New York, and Annapolis. A second edition appeared in Williamsburg, Virginia. What ever literary appeal the proceedings had was closely tied to the signi"cance of its content, which highlighted the central place of the Iroquois in the imperial contest between Eng land and France. Canassatego used his position of relative power on this occasion to demand compensation for land that the Iroquois claimed after defeating the Susquehanna Indians. The colonial governments were reluctant to ful"ll these claims, arguing that they had previously purchased the land from the Susquehannas. In the following speech, which was prob ably translated by Weiser, Canassatego asserts the priority of indigenous claims to sovereignty over those of the En glish.

Speech at Lancaster1

* * * Brother, the Governor of Mary land, When you mentioned the Affair of the Land Yesterday, you went back to old Times, and told us, you had been in Possession of the Province of Mary land above One Hundred Years; but what is One Hundred Years in Comparison of the Length of Time since our Claim began since we came out of this Ground? For we must tell you, that long before One Hundred Years our Ancestors came out of this very Ground, and their Children have remained here ever

1. The text is from A Treaty, Held at the Town of Lancaster, in Pennsylvania: by the Honourable the Lieutenant- governor of the Province, and the Honourable the Commissioners for the Provinces

of Virginia and Mary land, with the Indians of the Six Nations, in June, 1744 (printed and sold by Benjamin Franklin, 1744).

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2. The following passage uses meta phors that suggest Iroquois control over their alliance with the Dutch. In this passage, the addition of wam- pum enhances the strength and importance of the ties between the Iroquois and the Dutch.

3. Rolled. 4. The British seized New Amsterdam from the Dutch in 1664, renaming it New York. 5. Blankets made of stroud, a coarse woolen fabric.

since. You came out of the Ground in a Country that lies beyond the Seas, there you may have a just Claim, but here you must allow us to be your elder Brethren, and the Lands to belong to us long before you knew any thing of them. It is true, that above One Hundred Years ago the Dutch came here in a Ship, and brought with them several Goods; such as Awls, Knives, Hatchets, Guns, and many other Particulars, which they gave us; and when they had taught us how to use their Things, and we saw what sort of People they were, we were so well pleased with them, that we tied their Ship to the Bushes on the Shore;2 and afterwards, liking them still better the longer they staid with us, and thinking the Bushes too tender, we removed the Rope, and tied it to the Trees; and as the Trees were liable to be blown down by high Winds, or to decay of themselves, we, from the Affection we bore them, again removed the Rope, and tied it to a strong and big Rock [ here the Interpreter said, They mean the Oneido Country] and not content with this, for its further Security we removed the Rope to the big Mountain [ here the Interpreter says they mean the Onandago Country] and there we tied it very fast, and rowll’d3 Wampum about it; and, to make it still more secure, we stood upon the Wampum, and sat down upon it, to defend it, and to prevent any Hurt coming to it, and did our best Endeavours that it might remain uninjured for ever. During all this Time the New- comers, the Dutch, acknowledged our Right to the Lands, and sollicited us, from Time to Time, to grant them Parts of our Country, and to enter into League and Covenant with us, and to become one People with us.

After this the En glish came into the Country, and, as we were told, became one People with the Dutch.4 About two Years after the Arrival of the En glish, an En glish Governor came to Albany, and "nding what great Friendship subsisted between us and the Dutch, he approved it mightily, and desired to make as strong a League, and to be upon as good Terms with us as the Dutch were, with whom he was united, and to become one People with us: And by his further Care in looking into what had passed between us, he found that the Rope which tied the Ship to the great Mountain was only fastened with Wampum, which was liable to break and rot, and to perish in a Course of Years; he therefore told us, he would give us a Silver Chain, which would be much stronger, and would last for ever. This we accepted, and fastened the Ship with it, and it has lasted ever since. Indeed we have had some small Differences with the En glish, and, during these Misunder- standings, some of their young Men would, by way of Reproach, be every now and then telling us, that we should have perished if they had not come into the Country and furnished us with Strowds5 and Hatchets, and Guns, and other Things necessary for the Support of Life; but we always gave them to understand that they were mistaken, that we lived before they came amongst us, and as well, or better, if we may believe what our Fore- fathers have told us. We had then Room enough, and Plenty of Deer, which was easily caught; and tho’ we had not Knives, Hatchets, or Guns, such as we have now, yet we had Knives of Stone, and Hatchets of Stone, and Bows and Arrows, and those served our Uses as well then as the En glish ones do

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6. Originally a name given to William Penn (1644–1718), the founder of Pennsylvania, “ Brother Onas” was later used to refer to any

governor of Pennsylvania. “Onas” means feather, and, by extension, a quill pen.

now. We are now straitened, and sometimes in want of Deer, and liable to many other Incon ve niences since the En glish came among us, and particu- larly from that Pen- and- Ink Work that is going on at the Table (pointing to the Secretary) and we will give you an Instance of this. Our Brother Onas,6 a great while ago, came to Albany to buy the Sasquahannah Lands of us, but our Brother, the Governor of New- York, who, as we suppose, had not a good understanding with our Brother Onas, advised us not to sell him any Land, for he would make an ill Use of it; and, pretending to be our good Friend, he advised us, in order to prevent Onas’s, or any other person’s imposing upon us, and that we might always have our Land when we should want it, to put it into his Hands; and told us, he would keep it for our life, and never open his Hands, but keep them close shut, and not part with any of it, but at our Request. Accordingly we trusted him, and put our Land into his Hands, and charged him to keep it safe for our Use; but, some Time after, he went to Eng land, and carried our Land with him, and there sold it to our Brother Onas for a large Sum of Money; and when, at the Instance of our Brother Onas, we were minded to sell him some Lands, he told us, we had sold the Sasquahannah Lands already to the Governor of New- York, and that he had bought them from him in Eng land; tho’, when he came to understand how the Governor of New- York had deceived us, he very generously paid us for our Lands over again.

Tho’ we mention this Instance of an Imposition put upon us by the Gover- nor of New- York, yet we must do the En glish the Justice to say, we have had their hearty Assistances in our Wars with the French, who were no sooner arrived amongst us than they began to render us uneasy, and to provoke us to War, and we have had several Wars with them; during all which we con- stantly received Assistance from the En glish, and, by their Means, we have always been able to keep up our Heads against their Attacks.

We now come nearer home. We have had your Deeds interpreted to us, and we acknowledge them to be good and valid, and that the Conestogoe or Sasqua- hannah Indians had a Right to sell those Lands to you, for they were then theirs; but since that Time we have conquered them, and their Country now belongs to us, and the Lands we demanded Satisfaction for are no Part of the Lands comprized in those Deeds; they are the Cohongorontas Lands; those, we are sure, you have not possessed One Hundred Years, no, nor above Ten Years, and we made our Demands so soon as we knew your People were set- tled in those Parts. These have never been sold, but remain still to be disposed of; and we are well pleased to hear you are provided with Goods, and do assure you of our Willingness to treat with you for those unpurchased Lands; in Con"rmation whereof, we pres ent you with this Belt of Wampum.

Which was received with the usual Ceremonies.

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PONTIAC

P ontiac (1720?–1769) was an Ottawa Indian, born in the area between Lake Erie and Lake Huron, near pres ent- day Detroit. “Ottawa” derives from the Algon- quian word for commerce or trade, and in the eigh teenth century the Ottawas had strong trading and diplomatic alliances with the French. But in 1760 the British defeated the French at Fort Detroit, and in 1762, Sir Jeffrey Amherst (1717–1797), commander- in- chief of British forces in North Amer i ca, turned command of Detroit over to Henry Gladwin (1730–1791), a man who shared Amherst’s contempt for Indians. Gladwin continued his pre de ces sor’s policies of refusing to supply food, arms, and, critically, gunpowder to the Indians as the French had done. He also discarded the French policy of treating Indians as allies in favor of treating them as subjects of the British Crown.

Pontiac is said to have given the speech printed here to an assembly of Ottawa, Huron, and Pottawatomi leaders on April 27, 1763. He relates the vision of Neolin, the Delaware prophet, who around 1760 began to preach the necessity of abandoning Eu ro pean customs and returning to traditional Native practices. Neolin’s nativist message spread widely, catalyzing re sis tance to the expanding British presence that followed their defeat of the French. Pontiac does not seem to have encountered the Delaware prophet, but he knew Neolin’s message, which led him to or ga nize what non- Indians called a “conspiracy” against the British. He allegedly gave this speech to persuade other tribes to join the Ottawas in his re sis tance movement.

All reprintings of Pontiac’s speech derive from Francis Parkman’s The Conspir- acy of Pontiac (1851). Parkman, a leading romantic historian, gives as his source for the speech the “Pontiac, MS.” taken from the “M’Dougal, MSS.” This information seems to point to Lieutenant John McDougall, who was intimately involved with the history of this period— indeed, he was taken prisoner by the Indians and man- aged to escape. But no manuscript by him has been found. Did McDougall hear Pontiac speak? If so, who translated and transcribed Pontiac’s words? The histori- cal rec ord is silent. Pontiac’s speech can be understood as a bicultural composite, on the assumption— a guess— that there is a strong likelihood that he spoke words to this effect based on his knowledge of the Delaware prophet.

Speech at Detroit

* * * “A Delaware Indian,” said Pontiac, “conceived an eager desire to learn wis- dom from the Master of Life; but, being ignorant where to "nd him, he had recourse to fasting, dreaming, and magical incantations. By these means it was revealed to him, that, by moving forward in a straight, undeviating course, he would reach the abode of the Great Spirit. He told his purpose to no one; and having provided the equipments of a hunter,— gun, powder- horn, ammunition, and a kettle for preparing his food,—he set out on his errand. For some time he journeyed on in high hope and con"dence. On the eve ning of the eighth day, he stopped by the side of a brook at the edge of a meadow, where he began to make ready his eve ning meal, when, looking up, he saw three large openings in the woods before him, and three well- beaten paths which entered them. He was much surprised; but his won der increased, when, after it had grown dark, the three paths were more clearly

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1. British soldiers wore red jackets. 2. Louis XV (1710–1774).

vis i ble than ever. Remembering the impor tant object of his journey, he could neither rest nor sleep; and, leaving his "re, he crossed the meadow, and entered the largest of the three openings. He had advanced but a short dis- tance into the forest, when a bright dame sprang out of the ground before him, and arrested his steps. In great amazement, he turned back, and entered the second path, where the same wonderful phenomenon again encountered him; and now, in terror and bewilderment, yet still resolved to persevere, he took the last of the three paths. On this he journeyed a whole day without interruption, when at length, emerging from the forest, he saw before him a vast mountain, of dazzling whiteness. So precipitous was the ascent, that the Indian thought it hopeless to go farther, and looked around him in despair: at that moment, he saw, seated at some distance above, the "gure of a beautiful woman arrayed in white who arose as he looked upon her, and thus accosted him: ‘How can you hope, encumbered as you are, to succeed in your design? Go down to the foot of the mountain, throw away your gun, your ammunition, your provisions, and your clothing; wash your- self in the stream which dows there, and you will then be prepared to stand before the Master of Life.’ The Indian obeyed, and again began to ascend among the rocks, while the woman, seeing him still discouraged, laughed at his faintness of heart, and told him that, if he wished for success, he must climb by the aid of one hand and one foot only. After great toil and suffer- ing, he at length found himself at the summit. The woman had dis appeared, and he was left alone. A rich and beautiful plain lay before him, and at a little distance he saw three great villages, far superior to the squalid wig- wams of the Delawares. As he approached the largest, and stood hesitating whether he should enter, a man gorgeously attired stepped forth, and, tak- ing him by the hand, welcomed him to the celestial abode. He then con- ducted him into the presence of the Great Spirit, where the Indian stood confounded at the unspeakable splendor which surrounded him. The Great Spirit bade him be seated, and thus addressed him:—

“ ‘I am the Maker of heaven and earth, the trees, lakes, rivers, and all things else. I am the Maker of mankind; and because I love you, you must do my will. The land on which you live I have made for you, and not for others. Why do you suffer the white men to dwell among you? My children, you have forgotten the customs and traditions of your forefathers. Why do you not clothe yourselves in skins, as they did, and use the bows and arrows, and the stone- pointed lances, which they used? You have bought guns, knives, kettles, and blankets, from the white men, until you can no longer do without them; and, what is worse, you have drunk the poison "re- water, which turns you into fools. Fling all these things away; live as your wise forefathers lived before you. And as for these English,— these dogs dressed in red,1 who have come to rob you of your hunting- grounds, and drive away the game,— you must lift the hatchet against them. Wipe them from the face of the earth, and then you will win my favor back again, and once more be happy and prosperous. The children of your great father, the King of France,2 are not like the En glish. Never forget that they are your brethren. They are very dear to me, for they love the red men, and understand the true mode of worshiping me.’ ”

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The Great Spirit next gave his hearer vari ous precepts of morality and reli- gion, such as the prohibition to marry more than one wife; and a warning against the practice of magic, which is worshipping the devil. A prayer, embodying the substance of all that he had heard, was then presented to the Delaware. It was cut in hieroglyphics upon a wooden stick, after the custom of his people; and he was directed to send copies of it to all the Indian villages.

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LOGAN

A lthough he was a person of considerable renown, the exact origins and identity of the man known as Chief Logan (1725?–1780) are not entirely clear. He was a Mingo— the term widely used for Iroquoian Natives living outside their nations’ homelands—of either Oneida or Cayuga background. His Indian name was prob ably Tachnedorus, but he was known in En glish as John Logan. In 1774 agents of Virginia governor Lord Dunmore provoked a brief “war” with the aim of appropriating Native lands. A particularly brutal event of this war was the Yellow Creek massacre, on the upper Ohio River. Daniel Great house led a party that killed and scalped nine Indi- ans, among them Logan’s pregnant sister, who was mutilated along with her unborn child. At the end of the war, Logan was asked to attend a treaty meeting with Dun- more. He refused, but apparently sent a message through John Gibson that eventu- ally was transformed into a speech in En glish. Gibson, although married to Logan’s sister, had fought against the Indians in this war (and lost his wife and unborn child; his daughter survived). He would have understood whichever Iroquoian language Logan spoke.

Thomas Jefferson said he heard Logan’s speech directly from Gibson and that he wrote it down in his memo book. The speech "rst appeared in print in the Pennsylva- nia Journal on January  20, 1775, based on a copy sent by James Madison. (How Madison got the speech is unknown.) Jefferson’s text is almost identical to the Madi- son version. The mystery surrounding the text deepens in light of the discrepancies between the historical facts as they have been uncovered and vari ous statements attributed to Logan. Logan is said to have asserted that Michael Cresap perpetrated the massacre, not Daniel Great house. And while Logan claims to have no surviving kin, he was later killed by a nephew.

Jefferson included Logan’s speech in “Query VI. Productions Mineral, Vegetable, and Animal” of Notes on the State of Virginia (1787). In that volume Jefferson argued that the American Indians were not inherently inferior to Eu ro pe ans and offered a strong defense of their “genius,” pointing especially to their capacity for noble oratory. To illustrate this claim, but also to con"rm the notion that Indians were a “vanishing race,” he quoted Chief Logan’s speech. When skeptics asserted that the speech was a fraud, Jefferson printed twenty- three pages of af"davits testifying to its authenticity in the 1801 edition of Notes. Nonetheless, it remains unclear just how much of this speech represents words that Logan actually spoke. Known as “Logan’s Lament,” the speech became famous, appearing, for example, in the fourth and "fth editions of the McGuffey Readers, textbooks widely used in nineteenth- century classrooms. It is the most famous instance of Indian oratory as a popu lar nineteenth- century Ameri- can literary genre.

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From Chief Logan’s Speech1

Notes on the State of Virginia, Query VI

* * * I may challenge the whole orations of De mos the nes and Cicero,2 and of any more eminent orator, if Eu rope has furnished more eminent, to produce a single passage, superior to the speech of Logan, a Mingo chief, to Lord Dunmore,3 when governor of this state. And, as a testimony of their talents in this line, I beg leave to introduce it, "rst stating the incidents necessary for understanding it. In the spring of the year 1774, a robbery was commit- ted by some Indians on certain land- adventurers on the river Ohio. The whites in that quarter, according to their custom, undertook to punish this outrage in a summary way. Captain Michael Cresap, and a certain Daniel Great- house,4 leading on these parties, surprised, at dif fer ent times, travel- ing and hunting parties of the Indians, having their women and children with them, and murdered many. Among these were unfortunately the family of Logan, a chief celebrated in peace and war, and long distinguished as the friend of the whites. This unworthy return provoked his vengeance. He accordingly signalized himself in the war which ensued. In the autumn of the same year a decisive battle was fought at the mouth of the Great Kanhaway, between the collected forces of the Shawanese, Mingoes, and Delawares, and a detachment of the Virginia militia. The Indians were defeated, and sued for peace. Logan however disdained to be seen among the suppliants. But, lest the sincerity of a treaty should be distrusted, from which so distinguished a chief absented himself, he sent by a messenger5 the following speech to be delivered to Lord Dunmore.

“I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan’s cabin hun- gry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, ‘Logan is the friend of white men.’ I had even thought to have lived with you, but for the injuries of one man. Col. Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood, and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan, not sparing even my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many: I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace. But do not harbor a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Logan?— Not one.”

1. The text is from Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia (1787), edited by William Peden (1954). 2. The two most renowned classical orators. De mos the nes (c. 385–322 b.c.e.) was an Athe- nian. Marcus Tullius Cicero (106–43 b.c.e.) was a Roman. 3. John Murray, Earl of Dunmore (1732–1809),

was the colonial governor of Virginia from 1771 to 1775. 4. Maryland- born settler in Virginia (c. 1752– 1775). Cresap (1724–1775), Maryland- born sol- dier and settler. 5. John Gibson (1740–1882), Pennsylvania- born soldier and settler.

CHEROKEE WOMEN

In traditional matriarchal Cherokee society, women held authority within their fam-ilies, supervised land usage, occupied po liti cal of"ces such as Beloved Woman (or Ghighua), and participated in diplomacy. Motherhood was an organ izing concept used to ground women’s claims to power. The diplomatic rhe toric of Cherokee women often focused on the physical and emotional bonds between mothers and children as a compelling reason to sustain peaceful relations with rival powers. In this address of September 8, 1787, to Benjamin Franklin, then serving as the governor of Pennsylva- nia and as a delegate to the Constitutional Convention, several representatives of the Cherokee Women’s Council ask Congress to pay attention to their desire for peace.

To Governor Benjamin Franklin1

Brother, I am in hopes my Brothers & the Beloved men near the water side will

heare from me. This day I "lled the pipes that they smoaked in piece,2 and I am in hopes the smoake has Reached up to the skies above. I here send you a piece of the same Tobacco, and am in hopes you & your Beloved men will smoake it in Friendship— and I am glad in my heart that I am the mother of men that will smoak it in piece.

Brother, I am in hopes if you Rightly consider it that woman is the mother of All—

and that woman Does not pull Children out of Trees or Stumps nor out of old Logs, but out of their Bodies, so that they ought to mind what a woman says, and look upon her as a mother— and I have Taken the privelage to Speak to you as my own Children, & the same as if you had sucked my Breast— and I am in hopes you have a beloved woman amongst you who will help to put her Children Right if they do wrong, as I shall do the same— the great men have all promised to Keep the path clear & straight, as my Children shall Keep the path clear & white so that the Messengers shall go & come in safety Between us— the old people is never done Talking to their Children— which makes me say so much as I do. The Talk you sent to me was to talk to my Children, which I have done this day, and they all liked my Talk well, which I am in hopes you will heare from me Every now & then that I keep my Children in piece— tho’ I am a woman giving you this Talk, I am in hopes that you and all the Beloved men in Congress will pay par tic u lar Attention to it, as I am Delivering it to you from the Bottom of my heart, that they will Lay this on the white stool in Congress, wishing them all well & success in all their undertakings— I hold fast the good Talk I Received from you my Brother, & thanks you kindly for your good Talks, & your pres ents, & the kind usage you gave to my son.

From KATTEUHA, The Beloved woman of Chota.3 [Indorsed by Kaattahee, Scolecutta, and Kaattahee, Cherokee Indian

Women.]

1. The text is from Transatlantic Feminisms in the  Age of Revolutions (2012), edited by Lisa L. Moore, Joanna Brooks, and Caroline Wigginton. 2. I.e., peace (as in “keep my Children in piece,”

below). 3. Cherokee town in Tennessee. Katteuha’s iden- tity is unknown.

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1. The text is from John Dunn Hunter, Memoirs of a Captivity among the Indians of North Amer i ca (1823), edited by Richard Drinnon (1973).

TECUMSEH

I n 1846 the historian Henry Trumbull called Tecumseh (1775?–1813) “the most extraordinary Indian that has appeared in history.” In 1961 the historian Alvin Josephy echoed Trumbull in denominating Tecumseh “the Greatest Indian.” These high estimates are noteworthy in part because Tecumseh was unwaveringly hos- tile to the white Americans who relentlessly encroached on the lands of his people, the Shawnees, in areas of the Old Northwest Territory, pres ent- day Ohio and Indiana. In the Treaty of Fort Wayne in 1809, the Shawnees— despite the opposition of Tecumseh and his charismatic brother, Tenkswatawa, known as the Prophet— ceded huge tracts of land to the United States. In response Tecumseh attempted to or ga nize a multitribal re sis tance to the Americans. A turning point came in 1811, when William Henry Harrison (1773–1841), then governor of the Indiana Territory, decisively defeated the Prophet’s forces at Tippecanoe (near pres ent- day Lafayette). (In 1840, Harrison would be elected president of the United States, with James Tyler as his vice president, running on the slogan “Tippecanoe and Tyler too!”) Tecumseh was not pres ent at the battle. The defeat left the Prophet’s followers disillusioned, and Tecumseh had no further success in bringing the tribes together in re sis tance. He fought on the side of the British in the War of 1812 and was killed at the Battle of the Thames, in southern Ontario.

The brief speech printed here derives from the captivity narrative of John Dunn Hunter, published in 1823. Hunter, born about 1802, was taken captive by Osage Indians when he was no more than two or three years old and lived among them until about 1816. He claimed to have heard Tecumseh speak to the Osages in 1811 or 1812. Although Tecumseh’s visit to the Osages has not been substantiated, it is quite pos si ble that he spoke to them and that the young and impressionable John Dunn Hunter was there. This bicultural composite was crafted by Hunter, who wrote that he was deeply moved by the words of “this untutored native of the forest . . . as no audience . . . either in ancient or modern times ever before witnessed.”

Speech to the Osages1

When the Osages and distinguished strangers had assembled, Tecumseh arose; and after a pause of some minutes, in which he surveyed his audi- ence in a very digni"ed, though respectfully complaisant and sympathizing manner, he commenced as follows:

Brothers— We all belong to one family; we are all children of the Great Spirit; we walk in the same path; slake our thirst at the same spring; and now affairs of the greatest concern lead us to smoke the pipe around the same council "re!

Brothers— We are friends; we must assist each other to bear our burdens. The blood of many of our fathers and brothers has run like water on the ground, to satisfy the avarice of the white men. We, ourselves, are threat- ened with a great evil; nothing will pacify them but the destruction of all the red men.

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Brothers— When the white men "rst set foot on our grounds, they were hungry; they had no place on which to spread their blankets, or to kindle their "res. They were feeble; they could do nothing for themselves. Our fathers commiserated their distress, and shared freely with them what ever the Great Spirit had given his red children. They gave them food when hun- gry, medicine when sick, spread skins for them to sleep on, and gave them grounds, that they might hunt and raise corn. Brothers, the white people are like poisonous serpents: when chilled, they are feeble and harmless; but invigorate them with warmth, and they sting their benefactors to death.

The white people came among us feeble; and now we have made them strong, they wish to kill us, or drive us back, as they would wolves and panthers.

Brothers— The white men are not friends to the Indians: at "rst, they only asked for land suf"cient for a wigwam; now, nothing will satisfy them but the whole of our hunting grounds, from the rising to the setting sun.

Brothers— The white men want more than our hunting grounds; they wish to kill our warriors; they would even kill our old men, women, and little ones.

Brothers— Many winters ago, there was no land; the sun did not rise and set: all was darkness. The Great Spirit made all things. He gave the white people a home beyond the great waters. He supplied these grounds with game, and gave them to his red children; and he gave them strength and courage to defend them.

Brothers— My people wish for peace; the red men all wish for peace: but where the white people are, there is no peace for them, except it be on the bosom of our mother.2

Brothers— The white men despise and cheat the Indians; they abuse and insult them; they do not think the red men suf"ciently good to live.

The red men have borne many and great injuries; they ought to suffer them no longer. My people will not; they are determined on vengeance; they have taken up the tomahawk; they will make it fat with blood; they will drink the blood of the white people.

Brothers— My people are brave and numerous; but the white people are too strong for them alone. I wish you to take up the tomahawk with them. If we all unite, we will cause the rivers to stain the great waters with their blood.

Brothers— If you do not unite with us, they will "rst destroy us, and then you will fall an easy prey to them. They have destroyed many nations of red men because they were not united, because they were not friends to each other.

Brothers— The white people send runners3 amongst us; they wish to make us enemies, that they may sweep over and desolate our hunting grounds, like devastating winds, or rushing waters.

Brothers— Our Great Father, over the great waters, is angry with the white people, our enemies. He will send his brave warriors against them; he will send us rides, and what ever else we want—he is our friend, and we are his children.

Brothers— Who are the white people that we should fear them? They cannot run fast, and are good marks to shoot at: they are only men; our

2. The earth. 3. Messengers.

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fathers have killed many of them: we are not squaws, and we will stain the earth red with their blood.

Brothers— The Great Spirit is angry with our enemies; he speaks in thun- der, and the earth swallows up villages, and drinks up the Mississippi. The great waters will cover their lowlands; their corn cannot grow; and the Great Spirit will sweep those who escape to the hills from the earth with his terrible breath.

Brothers— We must be united; we must smoke the same pipe; we must "ght each other’s battles; and more than all, we must love the Great Spirit: he is for us; he will destroy our enemies, and make all his red children happy.

WASHINGTON IRVING 1783–1859

W ashington Irving had an unusually long and varied career, publishing his "rst satirical essays in 1802, when he was nineteen, and his last book, a "ve- volume life of George Washington, just a few months before he died at age seventy- six. Celebrated by Americans for his contributions to a burgeoning national lit er a ture, Irving also became the "rst American writer of the nineteenth century to achieve an international literary reputation. He created two of the most popu lar and enduring "gures in American culture, Rip Van Winkle and Sleepy Hollow’s Ichabod Crane, who "gure in paintings, comic books, plays, "lms, and other media. Although he was regarded as a genial and comic writer, Irving regularly addressed darker and more complex themes of historical transformation and personal disloca- tion. His innovative travel sketches blurred the line between the personal essay and "ction, and he is considered one of the “inventors” of the modern short story. Dur- ing a time in which there were no international copyright agreements, he managed to secure simultaneous British and American copyrights for his work. His canny understanding of the literary marketplace helped him to become the "rst American who was able to support himself solely through his writing.

Irving was born in New York City on April 3, 1783, the last of eleven children of a Scottish- born father and English- born mother. He read widely in En glish lit er a ture at home, modeling his early prose on The Spectator, a daily paper published in 1711– 12 by Joseph Addison and Richard Steele. Among the many other writers he delighted in were Shakespeare, Oliver Goldsmith, and Laurence Sterne. His brothers enjoyed writing poems and essays as companionable recreation, and, inspired by their example, he wrote a series of satirical essays on the theater and New York soci- ety under the pseudonym “Jonathan Oldstyle.” Nine of these essays were published in his brother Peter’s newspaper, the Morning Chronicle, during 1802–03.

When Irving showed signs of tuberculosis in 1804, his brothers sent him abroad for a two- year tour of Eu rope. On his return in 1806, he studied law with Josiah Hoffman, a former New York State attorney general, and he was admitted to the bar soon afterward. More impor tant for his literary career, he and his brother William (along with William’s brother- in- law, James Kirke Paulding) started a satirical mag- azine, Salmagundi (the name of a spicy hash), which ran from 1807 to 1808 with poems, sketches, and essays on a range of topics. In 1808 Irving began work on A

History of New- York from the Beginning of the World to the End of the Dutch Dynasty, at "rst conceiving it as a parody of Samuel Lathem Mitchell’s The Picture of New- York (1807), then taking on a variety of satiric targets, including President Thomas Jefferson (see his headnote, earlier in this volume), whom he portrayed as an early Dutch governor of New Amsterdam, William the Testy. Narrated by the comical in ven ted character Diedrich Knickerbocker, who dabbles in historical research, A History of New- York (1809) brought Irving his "rst literary celebrity once his authorship of the pseudonymously published work was recognized. That same year Hoffman’s daughter Matilda, to whom Irving was engaged, died suddenly from consumption. Most biographers attribute Irving’s lifelong bachelorhood to his grief over Matilda’s death. But her death freed him from the commitment he had made to her father to devote himself to the law, which he hated; and in the "gure of his most famous alter ego, the genial bachelor Geoffrey Crayon, and even in his most famous "ctional creation, Rip Van Winkle, there are hints that the single life suited Irving just "ne.

In May 1815 Irving moved to Eu rope, and he remained there for seventeen years. At "rst he worked in Liverpool, Eng land, with his brother Peter, an importer of En glish hardware, but in 1818, shortly after their mother died in New York, Peter went bankrupt. Grief- stricken, and yet grateful to be freed from the responsibilities of working for the family "rm, Irving once again took up writing. He met the Scottish poet and novelist Sir Walter Scott, an admirer of the Knick- erbocker History, who directed him to the wealth of unused literary material in German folktales. There, Irving found sources for tales such as “Rip Van Winkle” and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” Some passages of “Rip Van Winkle,” for instance, closely paraphrase J. C. C. N. Otmar’s “Peter Klaus” (1800), which also depicts a protagonist sleeping for twenty years. Irving began sending sections of The Sketch Book to the United States for publication in what would turn out to be seven installments published from 1819 to 1820. When the two- volume complete Sketch Book was printed in Eng land in 1820, it made Irving even more famous and brought him the friendship of many of the leading British writers of the time. As Irving knew, part of his success derived from British reviewers’ plea sure that a book by an American, as the Scottish literary critic Frances Jeffrey wrote in the Edinburgh Review, “should be written throughout with the greatest care and accuracy, and worked up to great purity and beauty of diction, on the model of the most elegant and polished of our native writers.” Addison lay behind Irving’s depiction of En glish country life, and Oliver Goldsmith induenced his sketch of Westminster Abbey. But among The Sketch Book’s graceful tributes to En glish scenes and characters were the two im mensely popu lar tales set in rural New York, “Rip Van Winkle” and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” as well as “Traits of Indian Character” and “Philip of Pokanoket,” a tribute to the Wampanoag leader who led the alliance against the En glish in 1675.

Irving’s next two books, Bracebridge Hall (1822) and Tales of a Traveller (1824), were less successful, and in 1824 he accepted an invitation from the American minister to Spain to work with original manuscripts in Madrid to produce an account of Columbus’s voyages. In 1828 he published The Life and Voyages of Chris- topher Columbus, which became the basis for standard schoolroom accounts of Columbus during the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Out of Irving’s Spanish years came also The Conquest of Granada (1829), Voyages and Discoveries of the Companions of Columbus (1831), and The Alhambra (1832), which soon became known as “the Spanish Sketch Book.”

In 1829 Irving was appointed secretary to the American legation in London. When he " nally returned to the United States in 1832, critics wondered openly about whether this much admired “native” writer had become Eu ro pe anized. Set- ting out to reclaim his Americanness, Irving proclaimed his love for his country and headed west, taking a horse back journey into what is now Oklahoma. His trav-

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1. The text is from Diedrich Knickerbocker [Washington Irving], A History of New- York, from the Beginning of the World to the End of the Dutch Dynasty, Vol. 1 (1809).

2. I.e., Sir Henry Hudson (d. 1611), En glish sea explorer who navigated in the New York area as an employee of the Dutch East India Com pany, a trading com pany in Amsterdam, Holland.

els and research resulted in three major works on the American West: A Tour of the Prairies (1835); Astoria (1836), an account of John Jacob Astor’s fur- trading colony in Oregon; and The Adventures of Captain Bonneville, U.S.A. (1837), a narrative of explorations in the Rockies and the Far West.

In the late 1830s Irving bought and began refurbishing a house near Tarrytown, along the Hudson River, north of New York City. But before settling down, in 1842 he accepted an appointment as minister to Spain and returned to Eu rope, spending four years in Madrid. After his return to the United States in 1846, he arranged with G.P. Putnam to publish a collected edition of his writings; he also prepared a biography of Oliver Goldsmith (1849). Irving’s main work after 1850 was his long- contemplated life of George Washington, which he regarded as his greatest literary accomplishment. He collapsed just after "nishing the last of its "ve volumes, and he died a few months later, on November 28, 1859.

Cooper, Hawthorne, and many other American writers were inspired by the suc- cess of The Sketch Book. Although Melville, in his essay on Hawthorne’s Mosses from an Old Manse, declared his preference for creative geniuses over adept imita- tors such as Irving, he could not escape Irving’s induence, which emerges both in his short stories and in a late poem, “Rip Van Winkle’s Lilacs.” From the beginning, many readers identi"ed with Rip as a counterhero, an anti– Benjamin Franklin who made a success of failure. Subsequent generations have also responded profoundly to Irving’s pervasive theme of mutability, especially his portrayal of the bewildering rapidity of change in American life.

From A History of New- York from the Beginning of the World to the End of the Dutch Dynasty,

by Diedrich Knickerbocker1

New Amsterdam. An etching from around 1640 shows the colony when it was under Dutch government.

Book II

Treating of the "rst settlement of the province of Nieuw Nederlants.

chap. i

How Master Hendrick Hudson,2 voyaging in search of a north- west passage discovered the famous bay of New York, and likewise the great river Mohegan—

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3. The Greek sun god. “O. S.” (Old Style): refers to the Julian calendar, which was used in Brit- ain until 1752, when the Gregorian calendar was adopted. In the Julian system, the year began on March 25. 4. “Ogilvie calls it a frigate” [Irving’s note]; else- where, Irving references Ogilvie’s History of Amer i ca— prob ably Amer i ca: Being an Accurate Description of the New World (1671), by Arnoldus Montanus (1625?–1683) and John Ogilby (1600– 1676). A frigate is a light, fast vessel for rowing or sailing. 5. A district in east London. Juet, whose narra- tive is excerpted in this volume, helped lead a mutiny that resulted in Hudson’s being set adrift

in a boat, never to be seen again. 6. Author (third century b.c.e.) of The Argonau- tica, an epic poem about the quest for the Golden Fleece. 7. In Greek my thol ogy, a tribe of giant canni- bals. “Dan Homer and Dan Virgil”: authors, respectively, of the ancient Greek epics Iliad and Odyssey and of Aeneid, the epic of Rome’s found- ing. “Dan” is an archaic equivalent of “Sir.” 8. The Roman god of the sea. “Syrens”: i.e., Sirens; creatures in Greek my thol ogy famed for their seductive songs. 9. In Greek my thol ogy, the ferryman to the underworld. “Tritons”: Greek gods, sons of Po - seidon (the Greek version of Neptune).

and how he was magni#cently rewarded by the muni#cence of their High Mightinesses.

In the ever memorable year of our Lord 1609, on the "ve and twentieth day of March (O. S.)— a "ne Saturday morning, when jocund Phœbus,3 having his face newly washed, by gentle dews and spring time showers, looked from the glorious win dows of the east, with a more than usually shining countenance— “that worthy and irrecoverable discoverer, Master Henry Hudson” set sail from Holland in a stout vessel,4 called the Half Moon, being employed by the Dutch East India Com pany, to seek a north- west passage to China.

Of this celebrated voyage we have a narration still extant, written with true log- book brevity, by master Robert Juet of Lime house,5 mate of the vessel; who was appointed historian of the voyage, partly on account of his uncommon literary talents, but chiedy, as I am credibly informed, because he was a countryman and schoolfellow of the great Hudson, with whom he had often played truant and sailed chip boats, when he was a little boy. I am enabled however to supply the de"ciencies of master Juet’s journal, by certain documents furnished me by very respectable Dutch families, as likewise by sundry family traditions, handed down from my great great Grand father, who accompanied the expedition in the capacity of cabin boy.

From all that I can learn, few incidents worthy of remark happened in the voyage; and it morti"es me exceedingly that I have to admit so noted an expedition into my work, without making any more of it.— Oh! that I had the advantages of that most au then tic writer of yore, Apollonius Rhodius,6 who in his account of the famous Argonautic expedition, has the whole my thol ogy at his disposal, and elevates Jason and his compeers into heroes and demi- gods; though all the world knows them to have been a mere gang of sheep stealers, on a marauding expedition—or that I had the privileges of Dan Homer and Dan Virgil to enliven my narration, with giants and Lystrigo- nians;7 to entertain our honest mari ners with an occasional concert of syrens and mermaids, and now and then with the rare shew of honest old Nep- tune8 and his deet of frolicksome cruisers. But alas! the good old times have long gone by, when your waggish deities would descend upon the ter- raqueous globe, in their own proper persons, and play their pranks, upon its wondering inhabitants. Neptune has proclaimed an embargo in his domin- ions, and the sturdy tritons, like disbanded sailors, are out of employ, unless old Charon9 has charitably taken them into his ser vice, to sound their

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1. Manhattan’s "rst newspaper, which began publishing in 1725. 2. Twins who feature in Greek and Roman my thol ogy. 3. Fabled ghost ship that sails endlessly, unable to come into port. 4. I.e., sauerkraut. 5. Take in part of the sail. 6. Position the tiller (i.e., the helm) to the left (port) side of the ship. 7. Hudson prevented his men from wearing extra clothing for warmth; he wanted them to be chilly so they would stay awake.

8. Climb into the rigging to take down sails. 9. Sailors (from “tarpaulins,” an archaic term for “sailors”). 1. I.e., Giovanni da Verrazzano (c. 1485– c. 1528), Italian explorer employed by Francis I (1494– 1547), king of France 1515–47, to chart the east- ern coast of North Amer i ca from the Carolinas to New Foundland. He entered New York harbor in 1524. “Hacluyt”: i.e., Richard Hakluyt (c. 1552– 1616), En glish geographer and proponent of En glish settlement in the Amer i cas, who pub- lished impor tant collections of writings about Eu ro pean exploration in the hemi sphere.

conchs, and ply as his ferry- men. Certain it is, no mention has been made of them by any of our modern navigators, who are not behind their ancient pre de ces sors in tampering with the marvelous— nor has any notice been taken of them, in that most minute and au then tic chronicle of the seas, the New York Gazette1 edited by Solomon Lang. Even Castor and Pollux,2 those daming meteors that blaze at the masthead of tempest tost vessels, are rarely beheld in these degenerate days— and it is but now and then, that our worthy sea captains fall in with that portentous phantom of the seas, that terror to all experienced mari ners, that shadowy spectrum of the night— the dying Dutchman!3

Suf"ce it then to say, the voyage was prosperous and tranquil— the crew being a patient people, much given to slumber and vacuity, and but little troubled with the disease of thinking— a malady of the mind, which is the sure breeder of discontent. Hudson had laid in abundance of gin and sour crout,4 and every man was allowed to sleep quietly at his post, unless the wind blew. True it is, some slight dissatisfaction was shewn on two or three occasions, at certain unreasonable conduct of Commodore Hudson. Thus for instance, he forbore to shorten sail5 when the wind was light, and the weather serene, which was considered among the most experienced Dutch seamen, as certain weather breeders, or prognostics, that the weather would change for the worse. He acted, moreover, in direct contradiction to that ancient and sage rule of the Dutch navigators, who always took in sail at night— put the helm a- port,6 and turned in—by which precaution they had a good night’s rest— were sure of knowing where they were the next morn- ing, and stood but little chance of running down a continent in the dark. He likewise prohibited the seamen from wearing more than "ve jackets, and six pair of breeches, under pretence of rendering them more alert;7 and no man was permitted to go aloft, and hand in sails,8 with a pipe in his mouth, as is the invariable Dutch custom, at the pres ent day— All these grievances, though they might rufde for a moment, the constitutional tran- quility of the honest Dutch tars,9 made but transient impression; they eat hugely, drank profusely, and slept immeasurably, and being under the espe- cial guidance of providence, the ship was safely conducted to the coast of Amer i ca; where, after sundry unimportant touching and standings off and on, she at length, on the fourth day of September entered that majestic bay, which at this day expands its ample bosom, before the city of New York, and which had never before been visited by any Eu ro pean.

True it is— and I am not ignorant of the fact, that in a certain apocry- phal book of voyages, complied by one Hacluyt, is to be found a letter writ- ten to Francis the First, by one Giovanne, or John Verazzani,1 on which

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2. Florentine explorer (1454–1512) after whom Amer i ca was named in 1507. “Laurels”: honors; from the ancient practice of bestowing crowns of laurels as honors. “Colon”: i.e., Cristóbal Colón,

the Spanish rendering of the name of Christo- pher Columbus (1451–1506). 3. Citizen.

some writers are inclined to found a belief that this delightful bay had been visited nearly a century previous to the voyage of the enterprising Hudson. Now this (albeit it has met with the countenance of certain very judicious and learned men) I hold in utter disbelief, and that for vari ous good and substantial reasons— First, Because on strict examination it will be found, that the description given by this Verazzani, applies about as well to the bay of New York, as it does to my night cap— Secondly, Because that this John Verazzani, for whom I already begin to feel a most bitter enmity, is a native of Florence; and every body knows the crafty wiles of these lose Floren- tines, by which they "lched away the laurels, from the arms of the immortal Colon, (vulgarly called Columbus) and bestowed them on their of"cious townsman, Amerigo Vespucci2— and I make no doubt they are equally ready to rob the illustrious Hudson, of the credit of discovering this beauteous island, adorned by the city of New York, and placing it beside their usurped discovery of South Amer i ca. And thirdly, I award my decision in favour of the pretensions of Hendrick Hudson, inasmuch as his expedition sailed from Holland, being truly and absolutely a Dutch enterprize— and though all the proofs in the world were introduced on the other side, I would set them at naught as undeserving my attention. If these three reasons are not suf"cient to satisfy every burgher3 of this ancient city— all I can say is, they are degenerate descendants from their venerable Dutch ancestors, and totally unworthy the trou ble of convincing. Thus, therefore, the title of Hendrick Hudson, to his renowned discovery is fully vindicated.

It has been traditionary in our family, that when the great navigator was "rst blessed with a view of this enchanting island, he was observed, for the "rst and only time in his life, to exhibit strong symptoms of astonishment and admiration. He is said to have turned to master Juet, and uttered these remarkable words, while he pointed towards this paradise of the new world— “see! there!”— and thereupon, as was always his way when he was uncommonly pleased, he did puff out such clouds of dense tobacco smoke, that in one minute the vessel was out of sight of land, and master Juet was fain to wait, until the winds dispersed this impenetrable fog.

It was indeed—as my great great grand father used to say— though in truth I never heard him, for he died, as might be expected, before I was born.— “It was indeed a spot, on which the eye might have reveled forever, in ever new and never ending beauties.” The island of Manna- hata, spread wide before them, like some sweet vision of fancy, or some fair creation of industrious magic. Its hills of smiling green swelled gently one above another, crowned with lofty trees of luxuriant growth; some pointing their tapering fo liage towards the clouds, which were gloriously transparent; and others, loaded with a verdant burthen of clambering vines, bowing their branches to the earth, that was covered with dowers. On the gentle declivities of the hills were scattered in gay profusion, the dog wood, the sumach, and the wild briar, whose scarlet berries and white blossoms glowed brightly among the deep green of the surrounding fo liage; and here and there, a curling column of smoke rising from the little glens that opened along the shore,

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4. “This river is likewise laid down in Ogilvy’s map as Manhattan— Noordt— Montaigne and Mauritius river” [Irving’s note]. The reference is to vari ous names given to the Hudson River. John Josselyn (1608–1675), En glish traveler, author of Account of Two Voyages to New- Eng land Made during the Years 1638, 1663 (1674). 5. I.e., Richard Blome (1635–1705), London publisher of cartographic and illustrated books, including a world atlas.

6. Vari ous. 7. I.e., aqua vitae: strong liquor, such as brandy. 8. “Juet’s Journ. Purch. Pil.” [Irving’s note]. The passage from Juet’s journal appears in this vol- ume’s se lection. The other work referenced is Purchas His Pilgrimage, a compendium of travel writings by the En glish cleric Samuel Purchas (c. 1575–1626). 9. I.e., roisters: riotous people.

seemed to promise the weary voyagers, a welcome at the hands of their fel- low creatures. As they stood gazing with entranced attention on the scene before them, a red man crowned with feathers, issued from one of these glens, and after contemplating in silent won der, the gallant ship, as she sat like a stately swan swimming on a silver lake, sounded the war- whoop, and bounded into the woods, like a wild deer, to the utter astonishment of the phlegmatic Dutchmen, who had never heard such a noise, or witnessed such a caper in their whole lives.

Of the transactions of our adventurers with the savages, and how the lat- ter smoked copper pipes, and eat dried currants; how they brought great store of tobacco and oysters; how they shot one of the ship’s crew, and how he was buried, I shall say nothing, being that I consider them unimportant to my history. After tarrying a few days in the bay, in order to smoke their pipes and refresh themselves after their sea- faring, our voyagers weighed anchor, and adventurously ascended a mighty river which emptied into the bay. This river it is said was known among the savages by the name of the Shatemuck; though we are assured in an excellent little history published in 1674, by John Josselyn, Gent. that it was called the Mohegan,4 and master Richard Bloome,5 who wrote some time afterwards, asserts the same—so that I very much incline in favour of the opinion of these two honest gentle- men. Be this as it may, the river is at pres ent denominated the Hudson; and up this stream the shrewd Hendrick had very little doubt he should discover the much looked for passage to China!

The journal goes on to make mention of divers6 interviews between the crew and the natives, in the voyage up the river, but as they would be imper- tinent to my history, I shall pass them over in silence, except the following dry joke, played off by the old commodore and his school- fellow Robert Juet; which does such vast credit to their experimental philosophy, that I cannot refrain from inserting it. “Our master and his mate determined to try some of the chiefe men of the countrey, whether they had any treacherie in them. So they tooke them downe into the cabin and gave them so much wine and acqua vitæ7 that they were all merrie; and one of them had his wife with him, which sate so modestly, as any of our countrey women would do in a strange place. In the end, one of them was drunke, which had been aboarde of our ship all the time that we had beene there, and that was strange to them, for they could not tell how to take it.”8

Having satis"ed himself by this profound experiment, that the natives were an honest, social race of jolly roysters,9 who had no objection to a drink- ing bout, and were very merry in their cups, the old commodore chuckled hugely to himself, and thrusting a double quid of tobacco in his cheek, directed master Juet to have it carefully recorded, for the satisfaction of all

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1. City in the Netherlands (where the Pilgrims settled in 1609, before eventually leaving for New Eng land). 2. Ships traditionally are characterized as female. 3. Chief magistrates; more generally, leading citizens.

1. The text is from the "rst installment of The Sketch Book (May 1819). 2. Typeface in early printed books, resembling medieval script; such books, because of their value, were often equipped with clasps so they could be shut tightly and even locked.

the natu ral phi los o phers of the university of Leyden1— which done, he pro- ceeded on his voyage, with great self- complacency. After sailing, however, above an hundred miles up the river, he found the watery world around him, began to grow more shallow and con"ned, the current more rapid and perfectly fresh— phenomena not uncommon in the ascent of rivers, but which puzzled the honest Dutchmen prodigiously. A consultation of our modern Argonauts was therefore called, and having deliberated full six hours, they were brought to a determination, by the ship’s running aground— whereupon they unanimously concluded, that there was but little chance of getting to China in this direction. A boat, however, was dispatched to explore higher up the river, which on its return, con"rmed the opinion— upon this the ship was warped off and put about, with great dif"culty, being like most of her sex,2 exceedingly hard to govern; and the adventurous Hudson, according to the account of my great great grand father, returned down the river— with a prodigious dea in his ear!

Being satis"ed that there was little likelihood of getting to China, unless like the blind man, he returned from whence he sat out and took a fresh start; he forthwith re- crossed the sea to Holland, where he was received with great welcome by the honourable East India Com pany, who were very much rejoiced to see him come back safe— with their ship; and at a large and respectable meeting of the "rst merchants and burgomasters3 of Amsterdam, it was unanimously determined, that as a muni"cent reward for the eminent ser vices he had performed, and the impor tant discovery he had made, the great river Mohegan should be called after his name!— and it continues to be called Hudson river unto this very day.

1809

Rip Van Winkle1

The following Tale was found among the papers of the late Diedrich Knick- erbocker, an old gentleman of New- York, who was very curious in the Dutch history of the province, and the manners of the descendants from its prim- itive settlers. His historical researches, however, did not lay so much among books, as among men; for the former are lamentably scanty on his favourite topics; whereas he found the old burghers, and still more, their wives, rich in that legendary lore, so invaluable to true history. Whenever, therefore, he happened upon a genuine Dutch family, snugly shut up in its low- roofed farm house, under a spreading sycamore, he looked upon it as a little clasped vol- ume of black- letter,2 and studied it with the zeal of a bookworm.

The result of all these researches was a history of the province, during the reign of the Dutch governors, which he published some years since.

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3. Irving comically alludes to the deliberate inaccuracies of his/Knickerbocker’s History of New-York (see above). 4. Shakespeare’s Hamlet 1.2.231. To this quota- tion Irving appended the following footnote: “Vide [see] the excellent discourse of G. C. Ver- planck, Esq. before the New- York Historical Society.” If Irving’s friend Gulian C. Verplanck ever made such an address about a "ctional character, it would have been in fun. 5. Waterloo medals were minted liberally after

the defeat there of Napoléon Bonaparte (1769– 1821), emperor of France, in 1815. Farthings (tiny coins) from the reign of Anne (1665–1714), queen of Great Britain 1702–14, were commonly but wrongly considered rare. 6. From the play The Ordinary 3.1.1050–54, by  the En glish writer William Cartwright (1611–1643). “Woden”: Old En glish for “Odin,” the chief Norse god. 7. Catskill Mountains, a range in southeastern New York.

There have been vari ous opinions as to the literary character of his work, and, to tell the truth, it is not a whit better than it should be. Its chief merit is its scrupulous accuracy, which, indeed, was a little questioned, on its "rst appearance, but has since been completely established; and it is now admit- ted into all historical collections, as a book of unquestionable authority.3

The old gentleman died shortly after the publication of his work, and now, that he is dead and gone, it cannot do much harm to his memory, to say, that his time might have been much better employed in weightier labours. He, however, was apt to ride his hobby his own way; and though it did now and then kick up the dust a little in the eyes of his neighbours, and grieve the spirit of some friends, for whom he felt the truest deference and affection; yet his errors and follies are remembered “more in sorrow than in anger,” 4 and it begins to be suspected, that he never intended to injure or offend. But how- ever his memory may be appreciated by critics, it is still held dear among many folk, whose good opinion is well worth having; particularly certain bis- cuit bakers, who have gone so far as to imprint his likeness on their new year cakes, and have thus given him a chance for immortality, almost equal to being stamped on a Waterloo medal, or a Queen Anne’s farthing.5

Rip Van Winkle A Posthumous Writing of Diedrich Knickerbocker

By Woden, God of Saxons, From whence comes Wensday, that is Wodensday, Truth is a thing that ever I will keep Unto thylke day in which I creep into My sepulchre—

— Cartwright6

Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson, must remember the Kaatskill mountains.7 They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian family, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of sea- son, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear eve ning sky; but some times, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapours about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.

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8. Last governor of the Dutch province of New Netherlands (1592–1672); in 1655 (as mentioned in the next paragraph), his troops defeated Swedish colonists at Fort Christina, near what is now Wilmington, Delaware. 9. Archaic term for when a wife says no to her

husband’s sexual entreaties after the curtains around the four- poster bed have been drawn for the night. 1. Harsh- tempered; nagging. 2. Refers to medieval warriors of northern and central Asia.

At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle roofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village of great antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists, in the early times of the province, just about the beginning of the government of the good Peter Stuyvesant,8 (may he rest in peace!) and there were some of the houses of the original settlers standing within a few years, with lattice win dows, gable fronts sur- mounted with weathercocks, and built of small yellow bricks brought from Holland.

In that same village, and in one of these very houses, (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time worn and weather beaten,) there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple good natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who "gured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina. He inher- ited, however, but little of the martial character of his ancestors. I have observed that he was a simple good natured man; he was moreover a kind neighbour, and an obedient, henpecked husband. Indeed, to the latter cir- cumstance might be owing that meekness of spirit which gained him such universal popularity; for those men are most apt to be obsequious and con- ciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home. Their tem- pers, doubtless, are rendered pliant and malleable in the "ery furnace of domestic tribulation, and a curtain lecture9 is worth all the sermons in the world for teaching the virtues of patience and long suffering. A termagant1 wife may, therefore, in some re spects, be considered a tolerable blessing; and if so, Rip Van Winkle was thrice blessed.

Certain it is, that he was a great favourite among all the good wives of the village, who, as usual with the amiable sex, took his part in all family squabbles, and never failed, whenever they talked those matters over in their eve ning gossippings, to lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle. The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to dy kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indi- ans. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighbourhood.

The great error in Rip’s composition was an insuperable aversion to all kinds of pro"table labour. It could not be for the want of assiduity or perse- verance; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar’s2 lance, and "sh all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble. He would carry a fowling piece on his shoulder, for hours together, trudging through woods and swamps, and up

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3. Loose, wide trousers.

hill and down dale, to shoot a few squirrels or wild pigeons. He would never even refuse to assist a neighbour in the roughest toil, and was a foremost man at all country frolicks for husking Indian corn, or building stone fences; the women of the village, too, used to employ him to run their errands, and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them;— in a word, Rip was ready to attend to any body’s business but his own; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, it was impossible.

In fact, he declared it was no use to work on his farm; it was the most pestilent little piece of ground in the whole country; every thing about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him. His fences were continu- ally falling to pieces; his cow would either go astray, or get among the cab- bages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his "elds than any where else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out- door work to do. So that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his management, acre by acre, until there was little more left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neighbourhood.

His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes of his father. He was generally seen troop- ing like a colt at his mother’s heels, equipped in a pair of his father’s cast- off galligaskins,3 which he had much ado to hold up with one hand, as a "ne lady does her train in bad weather.

Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well- oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, which ever can be got with least thought or trou ble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to himself, he would have whistled life away, in perfect contentment; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family. Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and every thing he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of house hold elo- quence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing. This, however, always provoked a fresh volley from his wife, so that he was fain to draw off his forces, and take to the outside of the house— the only side which, in truth, belongs to a henpecked husband.

Rip’s sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much hen- pecked as his master; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as the cause of his master’s so often going astray. True it is, in all points of spirit be"tting an honourable dog, he was as courageous an animal as ever scoured the woods— but what courage can withstand the ever- during and all- besetting terrors of a woman’s tongue? The moment Wolf entered the house, his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground, or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Win- kle, and at the least dourish of a broomstick or ladle, would dy to the door with yelping precipitation.

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4. King of Great Britain (1738–1820; reigned 1760–1820).

5. Ruling committee (Spanish). 6. Knapsack.

Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener by constant use. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of per- petual club of the sages, phi los o phers, and other idle personages of the vil- lage, that held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund portrait of his majesty George the Third.4 Here they used to sit in the shade, of a long lazy summer’s day, talk listlessly over village gossip, or tell endless sleepy stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman’s money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands, from some passing traveler. How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dic- tionary; and how sagely they would deliberate upon public events some months after they had taken place.

The opinions of this junto5 were completely controlled by Nicholas Ved- der, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving suf"ciently to avoid the sun, and keep in the shade of a large tree; so that the neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun dial. It is true, he was rarely heard to speak, but smoked his pipe incessantly. His adherents, however, (for every great man has his adherents,) perfectly understood him, and knew how to gather his opinions. When any thing that was read or related displeased him, he was observed to smoke his pipe vehemently, and send forth short, frequent, and angry puffs; but when pleased, he would inhale the smoke slowly and tranquilly, and emit it in light and placid clouds, and sometimes taking the pipe from his mouth, and letting the fra- grant vapour curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation.

From even this strong hold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage, call the members all to nought, nor was that august personage, Nicholas Vedder himself, sacred from the daring tongue of this terrible virago, who charged him outright with encouraging her husband in habits of idleness.

Poor Rip was at last reduced almost to despair; and his only alternative to escape from the labour of the farm and the clamour of his wife, was to take gun in hand, and stroll away into the woods. Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree, and share the contents of his wallet6 with Wolf, with whom he sympathized as a fellow sufferer in persecution. “Poor Wolf,” he would say, “thy mistress leads thee a dogs’ life of it; but never mind, my lad, while I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!” Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master’s face, and if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.

In a long ramble of the kind on a "ne autumnal day, Rip had uncon- sciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill mountains.

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7. Jacket "tted tightly at the waist.

He was after his favourite sport of squirrel shooting, and the still solitudes had echoed and re- echoed with the reports of his gun. Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the after noon, on a green knoll, covered with moun- tain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees, he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich woodland. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, mov- ing on its silent but majestic course, the redection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.

On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom "lled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the redected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene, eve ning was gradually advancing, the moun- tains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys, he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle.

As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!” He looked around, but could see noth- ing but a crow winging its solitary dight across the mountain. He thought his fancy must have deceived him, and turned again to descend, when he heard the same cry ring through the still eve ning air; “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!”—at the same time Wolf bristled up his back, and giving a low growl, skulked to his master’s side, looking fearfully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and perceived a strange "gure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one of the neighbourhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it.

On nearer approach, he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger’s appearance. He was a short square built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion— a cloth jerkin7 strapped round the waist— several pair of breeches, the outer one of ample volume, decorated with rows of buttons down the sides, and bunches at the knees. He bore on his shoulder a stout keg, that seemed full of liquor, and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load. Though rather shy and distrustful of this new acquaintance, Rip complied with his usual alacrity, and mutually relieving each other, they clambered up a narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent. As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals, like distant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thunder showers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded. Passing through the ravine, they came to a hollow, like a small amphitheatre, sur- rounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky, and the bright eve ning cloud. During the whole time, Rip and his companion

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8. Male jackets covering from neck to upper thighs, where they hooked to hose. 9. Feather. “Sugarloaf”: cone- shaped.

1. Short, curved sword. 2. Minister. 3. Gin made in Holland.

had labored on in silence; for though the former marveled greatly what could be the object of carry ing a keg of liquor up this wild mountain, yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about the unknown, that inspired awe, and checked familiarity.

On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of won der presented them- selves. On a level spot in the centre was a com pany of odd- looking person- ages playing at nine- pins. They were dressed in a quaint, outlandish fashion: some wore short doublets,8 others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide’s. Their visages, too, were peculiar: one had a large head, broad face, and small pig- gish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was surmounted by a white sugarloaf hat, set off with a little red cockstail.9 They all had beards, of vari ous shapes and colours. There was one who seemed to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, with a weather- beaten countenance; he wore a laced doublet, broad belt and hanger,1 high crowned hat and feather, red stockings, and high heeled shoes, with roses in them. The whole group reminded Rip of the "gures in an old Flemish painting, in the parlour of Dominie2 Van Schaick, the village parson, and which had been brought over from Holland at the time of the settlement.

What seemed particularly odd to Rip, was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of plea sure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene, but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.

As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such "xed statue- like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack lustre countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the con- tents of the keg into large dagons, and made signs to him to wait upon the com pany. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.

By degrees, Rip’s awe and apprehension subsided. He even ventured, when no eye was "xed upon him, to taste the beverage, which he found had much of the davor of excellent Hollands.3 He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another, and he reiterated his visits to the dagon so often, that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.

On awaking, he found himself on the green knoll from whence he had "rst seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes—it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the ea gle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night.” He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with the keg of liquor— the mountain ravine— the wild retreat among the rocks— the wo- begone party at nine

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pins— the dagon— “Oh! that dagon! that wicked dagon!” thought Rip— “what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle?”

He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean well- oiled fowling- piece, he found an old "relock lying by him, the barrel encrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm- eaten. He now suspected that the grave roysters4 of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had dis appeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him, shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.

He determined to revisit the scene of the last eve ning’s gambol,5 and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun. As he arose to walk he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. “ These mountain beds do not agree with me,” thought Rip, “and if this frolick should lay me up with a "t of the rheumatism, I shall have a blessed time with Dame Van Winkle.” With some dif"culty he got down into the glen: he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding eve ning, but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leaping from rock to rock, and "lling the glen with babbling murmurs. He, however, made shift to scramble up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets of birch, sassafras, and witch hazle, and sometimes tripped up or entangled by the wild grape vines that twisted their coils and tendrils from tree to tree, and spread a kind of network in his path.

At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs, to the amphitheatre; but no traces of such opening remained. The rocks presented a high impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog; he was only answered by the cawing of a dock of idle crows, sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice; and who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man’s perplexities. What was to be done? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shoul- dered the rusty "relock, and, with a heart full of trou ble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward.

As he approached the village, he met a number of people, but none that he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round. Their dress, too, was of a dif fer ent fashion from that to which he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever they cast eyes upon him, invariably stroked their chins. The constant recurrence of this gesture, induced Rip, involuntarily, to do the same, when, to his astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long!

He had now entered the skirts of the village. A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The

4. Revelers. 5. Frolicking or cavorting.

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6. Limp, close- "tting cap adopted during the French Revolution as a symbol of liberty (such caps were worn by freed slaves in ancient Rome).

The pole is a “liberty pole,” a tall dagstaff topped by a liberty cap. 7. Colors of the Revolutionary uniform.

dogs, too, not one of which he recognized for his old acquaintances, barked at him as he passed. The very village seemed altered: it was larger and more populous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had dis appeared. Strange names were over the doors— strange faces at the win dows— every thing was strange. His mind now began to misgive him, that both he and the world around him were bewitched. Surely this was his native village, which he had left but the day before. There stood the Kaatskill mountains— there ran the silver Hudson at a distance— there was every hill and dale precisely as it had always been— Rip was sorely perplexed— “That dagon last night,” thought he, “has addled my poor head sadly!”

It was with some dif"culty he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay— the roof fallen in, the win dows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half starved dog, that looked like Wolf, was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed— “My very dog,” sighed poor Rip, “has forgotten me!”

He entered the house, which, to tell the truth, Dame Van Winkle had always kept in neat order. It was empty, forlorn, and apparently abandoned. This desolateness overcame all his connubial fears—he called loudly for his wife and children— the lonely chambers rung for a moment with his voice, and then all again was silence.

He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the little village inn— but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in its place, with great gaping win dows, some of them broken, and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, “The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle.” Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with some- thing on top that looked like a red night cap,6 and from it was duttering a dag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes— all this was strange and incomprehensible. He recognised on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe, but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff,7 a sword was stuck in the hand instead of a scepter, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and under neath was painted in large characters, general washington.

There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper. In place of these, a lean bilious looking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens— election— members of congress—

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8. Irving condates the story of Babel (Genesis 11.1–9) with the Babylonian captivity of the Jewish people (see, e.g., the Book of Jeremiah). “Bunker’s hill”: i.e., Bunker Hill, site, in Boston, of an early battle in the American Revolution. 9. For a con temporary painting depicting Rip Van Winkle’s appearance in his village, see John Quidor’s The Return of Rip Van Winkle (1829). 1. Po liti cal parties that developed in the Wash-

ington administration (1789–97), with Secretary of the U.S. Trea sury Alexander Hamilton (1755– 1804) leading the Federalists and Secretary of State Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826) leading the Demo crats. 2.  I.e., Anthony’s Nose, a mountain near West Point. “Stoney- Point”: i.e., Stoney Point, site of Revolutionary- era British fort that was captured and briedy held by the Continental Army.

liberty— Bunker’s hill— heroes of seventy- six— and other words, that were a perfect Babylonish jargon8 to the bewildered Van Winkle.

The appearance of Rip, with his long grizzled beard, his rusty fowling piece, his uncouth dress, and the army of women and children that had gathered at his heels, soon attracted the attention of the tavern politicians. They crowded around him, eyeing him from head to foot, with great curios- ity.9 The orator bustled up to him, and drawing him partly aside, inquired “which side he voted?” Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and raising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, “ whether he was Federal or Demo crat.”1 Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the question; when a knowing, self- impor tant old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat penetrating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded, in an austere tone, “what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder, and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village?” “Alas! gentlemen,” cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, “I am a poor quiet man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the King, God bless him!”

Here a general shout burst from the bystanders— “A tory! a tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!” It was with great dif"culty that the self- impor tant man in the cocked hat restored order; and having assumed a tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured them that he meant no harm; but merely came there in search of some of his neighbours, who used to keep about the tavern.

“Well— who are they?— name them.” Rip bethought himself a moment, and inquired, “where’s Nicholas Vedder?” There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin

piping voice, “Nicholas Vedder? why he is dead and gone these eigh teen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church yard that used to tell all about him, but that’s rotted and gone too.”

“Where’s Brom Dutcher?” “Oh he went off to the army in the beginning of the war; some say he was

killed at the battle of Stoney- Point— others say he was drowned in a squall, at the foot of Antony’s Nose.2 I don’t know—he never came back again.”

“Where’s Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?” “He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in

Congress.” Rip’s heart died away, at hearing of these sad changes in his home and

friends, and "nding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled

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him, too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war— congress— Stoney- Point;—he had no cour- age to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, “does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?”

“Oh, Rip Van Winkle!” exclaimed two or three, “Oh, to be sure! that’s Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree.”

Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain: apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name?

“God knows,” exclaimed he, at his wit’s end; “I’m not myself— I’m some- body else— that’s me yonder— no— that’s somebody else, got into my shoes— I was myself last night, but I fell asleep on the mountain, and they’ve changed my gun, and every thing’s changed, and I’m changed, and I can’t tell what’s my name, or who I am!”

The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink signi"cantly, and tap their "n gers against their foreheads. There was a whisper, also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow from doing mischief. At the very suggestion of which, the self- impor tant man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh likely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the graybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. “Hush, Rip,” cried she, “hush, you little fool, the old man wont hurt you.” The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awak- ened a train of recollections in his mind.

“What is your name, my good woman?” asked he. “Judith Gardenier.” “And your father’s name?” “Ah, poor man, his name was Rip Van Winkle; it’s twenty years since he

went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since— his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.”

Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: “Where’s your mother?” Oh, she too had died but a short time since; she broke a blood vessel in a

"t of passion at a New- Eng land pedlar. There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man

could contain himself no longer.— He caught his daughter and her child in his arms.— “I am your father!” cried he— “Young Rip Van Winkle once— old Rip Van Winkle now!— Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle!”

All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, “Sure enough! it is Rip Van Winkle—it is himself. Wel- come home again, old neighbour— Why, where have you been these twenty long years?”

Rip’s story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night. The neighbours stared when they heard it; some were seen to wink at each other, and put their tongues in their cheeks; and the self- impor tant man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had

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3. The Dutch- born lawyer Adriaen Van der Donck (c. 1618–20– c. 1655), a landowner in New Neth- erlands, published his promotional history of the colony in 1655.

4. Actually, a small town on the east bank of the Hudson River. “Hendrick Hudson”: see n. 2, p. 998.

returned to the "eld, screwed down the corners of his mouth, and shook his head— upon which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage.

It was determined, however, to take the opinion of old Peter Vanderdonk, who was seen slowly advancing up the road. He was a descendant of the historian of that name, who wrote one of the earliest accounts of the prov- ince.3 Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the village, and well versed in all the wonderful events and traditions of the neighbourhood. He recol- lected Rip at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory man- ner. He assured the com pany that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was af"rmed that the great Hendrick Hudson, the "rst discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years, with his crew of the Half- moon, being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprize, and keep a guardian eye upon the river, and the great city called by his name.4 That his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at nine pins in a hollow of the moun- tain; and that he himself had heard, one summer after noon, the sound of their balls, like long peals of thunder.

To make a long story short, the com pany broke up, and returned to the more impor tant concerns of the election. Rip’s daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, well- furnished house, and a stout cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to climb upon his back. As to Rip’s son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to any thing else but his business.

Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found many of his former cronies, though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time; and preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into great favour.

Having nothing to do at home, and being arrived at that happy age when a man can do nothing with impunity, he took his place once more on the bench, at the inn door, and was reverenced as one of the patriarchs of the village, and a chronicle of the old times “before the war.” It was some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip, or could be made to comprehend the strange events that had taken place during his torpor. How that there had been a revolutionary war— that the country had thrown off the yoke of old Eng land— and that, instead of being a subject of his Majesty George the Third, he was now a free citizen of the United States. Rip, in fact, was no politician; the changes of states and empires made but little impression on him. But there was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was— petticoat government. Happily, that was at an end; he had got his neck out of the yoke of matrimony, and could go in and out whenever he pleased, without dreading the tyranny of Dame Van Winkle. Whenever her name was mentioned, however, he shook his head, shrugged

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5. Irving later changed “Charles  V.” (Holy Roman emperor, 1519–56) to “The Emperor Frederick der Rothbart” (i.e., Frederick Bar- barossa: Holy Roman emperor, 1152–90). (“Rothbart” and “Barbarossa” both mean “red-

beard.”) In either form, this allusion is to a source other than the actual one, the story “Peter Klaus” in the folktales of  J.  C.  C.  N. Otmar (1800).

his shoulders, and cast up his eyes; which might pass either for an expres- sion of resignation to his fate, or joy at his deliverance.

He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle’s hotel. He was observed, at "rst, to vary on some points every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having so recently awaked. It at last settled down precisely to the tale I have related, and not a man, woman, or child in the neighbourhood, but knew it by heart. Some always pretended to doubt the real ity of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained dighty. The old Dutch inhabitants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder storm of a summer after noon, about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine pins; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighbourhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle’s dagon.

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The foregoing tale, one would suspect, had been suggested to Mr. Knicker- bocker by a little German superstition about Charles V. and the Kypphauser mountain;5 the subjoined note, however, which he had appended to the tale, shows that it is an absolute fact, narrated with his usual "delity:

“The story of Rip Van Winkle may seem incredible to many, but neverthe- less I give it my full belief, for I know the vicinity of our old Dutch settlements to have been very subject to marvellous events and appearances. Indeed, I have heard many stranger stories than this, in the villages along the Hud- son; all of which were too well authenticated to admit of a doubt. I have even talked with Rip Van Winkle myself, who, when last I saw him, was a very venerable old man, and so perfectly rational and consistent on every other point, that I think no conscientious person could refuse to take this into the bargain; nay, I have seen a certi"cate on the subject taken before a country justice, and signed with a cross, in the justice’s own hand writing. The story, therefore, is beyond the possibility of doubt. D.K.”

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Selected Biblio graphies

Reference Works

The "rst volume of Sacvan Bercovitch’s The Cambridge History of American Lit er a- ture (1994) serves as a rich guide to the lit er a ture of this period. The "rst two vol- umes of A History of the Book in Amer i ca (2000; 2010) recount the history of print culture through 1840. The journal Early American Lit er a ture publishes critical studies of the lit er a ture from this period.

The digital Archive of Americana has an im mense variety of resources, including Early American Imprints I and II, which contains virtually every printed work from British North Amer i ca and the early republic up to 1820. Early American Imprints is based on the work of Charles Evans in American Bibliography: A Chronological Dictionary of All Books, Pamphlets and Periodical Publications Printed in the United States of Amer i ca . . . Volume 1: 1639–1729 (1903) for items issued in what became the United States, updated in Clifford  K. Shipton and James  E. Mooney’s two- volume National Index of American Imprints through 1800 (1969). For items issued elsewhere, consult Joseph Sabin and Wilberforce Eames’s twenty- nine volume Bib- lioteca Americana: A Dictionary of Books Relating to Amer i ca (1868–1936). William Matthews and Roy Harvey Pearce’s American Diaries: An Annotated Bibliography of American Diaries Written Prior to the Year 1861 (1945) lists over three hundred diaries from before 1700; Matthews’s American Diaries in Manuscript, 1580–1954: A Descriptive Bibliography (1974) adds three dozen others. Harold S. Jantz’s The First Century of New Eng land Verse (1944) includes a full bibliography. A valuable collection is Seventeenth- Century American Poetry (1968), compiled by Harrison T. Meserole. William  J. Scheick and JoElla Doggett edited Seventeenth- Century American Poetry: A Reference Guide (1977). In 2007 the Library of Amer i ca pub- lished a volume of seventeenth- and eighteenth- century American poetry, edited by David S. Shields.

For background on writings in En glish, the basic resource is the three- volume American Writers before 1800: A Biographical and Critical Dictionary (1983), edited by James A. Levernier and Douglas R. Wilmes, supplemented by American Prose to 1820: A Guide to Information Sources (1979), edited by Donald Yannella and John H. Roch. Useful guidance on obscure "gures can be found in Evert A. and George L. Duyckinck’s two- volume Cyclopedia of American Lit er a ture (1855).

The texts, introductory materials, and notes in the following volumes of the Orig- inal Narratives of Early American History series remain useful for non- English (and in some cases En glish) writers: Narratives of New Netherland, 1609–1664 (1909), edited by J. Franklin Jameson; Journal of Jasper Danckaerts (1913), edited by Jameson and Bartett Burleigh James; Narratives of Early Pennsylvania, West New Jersey, and Delaware, 1630–1707 (1912), edited by Albert Cook Myers; The Spanish Explorers in the Southern United States, 1528–1543 (1907), edited by Frederick W. Hodge;

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Spanish Exploration in the Southwest, 1542–1706 (1916), edited by Herbert Eugene Bolton; and Early Narratives of the Northwest, 1634–1699 (1917), edited by Louise P. Kellogg. Henry C. Murphy’s Anthology of New Netherland (1865) remains the single best source of translated texts (with biographical sketches) of three seventeenth- century writers. John  J. Stoudt’s Pennsylvania German Poetry, 1685–1830 (1955) surveys one form of expression in depth.

Histories

Given the involvement of much early American writing in the large- scale expansion of Eu rope in the "rst imperial age, considerable insight can be gained from histori- cal studies of that pro cess. For North Amer i ca, David Beers Quinn’s thorough North Amer i ca from Earliest Discovery to First Settlements (1977) and his Eng land and the Discovery of Amer i ca, 1481–1620 (1973) give detailed narrative and analy sis, as do Gary Nash’s Red, White, and Black: The People of Early Amer i ca (1974) and Colin G. Calloway’s New Worlds for All: Indians, Eu ro pe ans, and the Re- making of Early Amer i ca (1997; 2nd ed., 2013). J. H. Elliott provides a comparative history of Span- ish and En glish colonization in Empires of the Atlantic World: Britain and Spain in Amer i ca 1492−1830 (2006), while Daniel K. Richter compares Eu ro pean and Native American histories in Before the Revolution: Amer i ca’s Ancient Pasts (2011).

The most comprehensive single- volume history of American religion is Sydney E. Ahlstrom’s A Religious History of the American People (1972). The Great Awakening is covered in Alan Heimert’s Religion and the American Mind (1966), Jon Butler’s Awash in a Sea of Faith (1990), and Patricia U. Bonomi’s Under the Cope of Heaven: Religion, Society, and Politics in Colonial Amer i ca (1986; rev. ed. 2003). In The Democ ratization of American Chris tian ity (1989), Nathan O. Hatch extends consid- eration of the relationship between religion and politics into the nineteenth century. David D. Hall explores the complexities of lived religious experience in Worlds of Won der, Days of Judgment: Popu lar Religious Belief in Early New Eng land (1989). The religious lives of women are addressed in Susan Juster’s Disorderly Women: Sexual Politics and Evangelicalism in Revolutionary New Eng land (1996) and Cathe- rine Brekus’s Strangers and Pilgrims: Female Preaching in Amer i ca, 1740−1845 (1998). Albert J. Raboteau addresses the impact of Chris tian ity on enslaved communities in Slave Religion: The “Invisible Institution” in the Antebellum South (1978). In The Indian Great Awakening: Religion and the Shaping of Native Cultures in Early Amer- i ca (2012), Linford D. Fisher examines how religious transformation reshaped Native socie ties.

Russel B. Nye’s The Cultural Life of the New Nation (1960), Neil Harris’s The Art- ist in American Society: The Formative Years (1966), Kenneth Silverman’s A Cul- tural History of the American Revolution (1976), and Michael Kammen’s A Season of Youth (1978) offer useful overviews of literary and artistic culture in the early American republic. Henry F. May’s The American Enlightenment (1976) provides a similar ser vice for philosophical issues, while Bruce Kuklick connects religion to American philosophy in Churchmen and Phi los o phers: From Jonathan Edwards to John Dewey (1987). Foundational histories of American women include Mary Beth Norton’s Liberty’s Daughters (1980) and Founding Mothers and Daughters (1996) and Linda Kerber’s Women of the Republic (1980). Gordon Wood’s The Creation of the American Republic (1969) and The Radicalism of the American Revolution (1996) are the chief guides to revolutionary po liti cal history. Wood’s Empire of Liberty: A History of the Early Republic 1789−1815 (2009) and the "rst part of Sean Wilentz’s The Rise of American Democracy: Jefferson to Lincoln (2005) provide alternative interpretations of the postrevolutionary United States.

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Theory and Criticism

William Carlos Williams’s In the American Grain (1925) offers evocative discus- sions of early American writings. Howard Mumford Jones places early American culture in the context of Re nais sance Eu rope in O Strange New World: American Culture, the Formative Years (1964), as does Stephen Greenblatt’s Marvelous Posses- sions: The Won der of the New World (1991). Roy Harvey Pearce’s Savagism and Civilization: A Study of the Indian and the American Mind (1953; 1988) serves as a starting point for a body of criticism exploring the literary impact of the idea of the Indian on “the American mind.” This approach is further developed in Richard M. Slotkin’s Regeneration through Vio lence: The My thol ogy of the American Frontier, 1600–1860 (1973); Jared Gardner likewise makes race central in Master Plots: Race and the Founding of an American Lit er a ture, 1787−1845 (1998). In The Machine in the Garden: Technology and the Pastoral Ideal in Amer i ca (1964), Leo Marx offers insightful readings of some Re nais sance texts (such as Shakespeare’s The Tempest) that redect on the sense of lands newly available to the Old World; responses to the New World (and a reading, again, of The Tempest) are considered in Eric Chey- "tz’s The Poetics of Imperialism: Translation and Colonization from “The Tempest” to “Tarzan” (expanded ed., 1997). In Eloquence Is Power: Oratory and Per for mance in Early Amer i ca (2000), Sandra M. Gustafson emphasizes the verbal art of ora- tory as a catalyst in the Atlantic world crucible of indigenous American, Eu ro pean, and African cultures. In A New World of Words: Rede#ning Early American Lit er a- ture (1994), William C. Spengemann argues for the centrality of early American texts in the transformation of Western writing generally. Paul Giles has several major books that situate early American lit er a ture in a variety of transnational contexts.

Impor tant redections on Native lit er a ture appear in Arnold Krupat’s The Voice in the Margin: Native American Lit er a ture and the Canon (1989) and Robert Dale Park- er’s The Invention of Native American Lit er a ture (2003). Hilary Wyss’s Writing Indians: Literacy, Chris tian ity, and Native Community in Early Amer i ca (2000), Maureen Konkle’s Writing Indian Nations (2004), and Phillip Round’s Removable Type: Histo- ries of the Book in Indian Country, 1663−1880 (2010) are im por tant studies of early Native writings. In American Lazarus: Religion and the Rise of African and Native American Lit er a tures (2003), Joanna Brooks considers the impact of evangelical Prot- estantism on early African American and Native American writers. A good study of African American authors of the Atlantic Rim is Vincent Carretta and Philip Gould’s edited Genius in Bondage (1996); Gould has also contributed Barbaric Traf#c: Com- merce and Antislavery in the Eighteenth- Century Atlantic World (2003). Henry Louis Gates Jr. establishes an African background in The Signifying Monkey: A Theory of African American Literary Criticism (1989). Dana D. Nelson’s The Word in Black and White: Reading “Race” in American Literature, 1638–1867 (1992) is an important early study; Katy Chiles offers a nuanced approach to race and repre sen ta tion in Transform- able Race: Surprising Metamorphoses in the Lit er a ture of Early Amer i ca (2014).

Wayne Franklin gives attention to sixteenth- century works in Discoveries, Explor- ers, Settlers: The Diligent Writers of Early Amer i ca (1979), and Kathleen Donegan offers stylistic analy sis of colonization narratives in Seasons of Misery: Catastrophe and Colonial Settlement in Early Amer i ca (2014). A feminist perspective guides Annette Kolodny’s The Lay of the Land: Meta phor as Experience and History in American Life and Letters (1975). Ralph Bauer considers Spanish and En glish colo- nial writings in The Cultural Geography of Colonial American Lit er a tures: Empire, Travel, Modernity (2003). Gordon Sayre’s “Les Sauvages Américains”: Repre sen ta tions of Native Americans in French and En glish Colonial Lit er a ture (1997) offers fresh comparative readings of En glish and French texts and the codes they developed for depicting encounters with Native American peoples. In A Harmony of the Spirits:

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Translation and the Language of Community in Early Pennsylvania (2013), Patrick E. Erben considers colonial German and En glish theories of language. Understand- ings of Asia are the focus of James F. Egan’s Oriental Shadows: The Presence of the East in Early American Lit er a ture (2011).

Perry Miller’s foundational studies of the Puritans include The New Eng land Mind: The Seventeenth Century (1939) and The New Eng land Mind: From Colony to Province (1953), while several im por tant essays (notably “The Marrow of Puritan Divinity” and “From Edwards to Emerson”) are collected in Errand into the Wilder- ness (1956). Impor tant correctives to Miller appear in Philip F. Gura’s A Glimpse of Sion’s Glory: Puritan Radicalism in New Eng land, 1620−1660 (1986) and Janice Knight’s Orthodoxies in Mas sa chu setts (1994). Andrew Delbanco’s The Puritan Ordeal (1989) and Michael J. Colacurcio’s Godly Letters: The Lit er a ture of the Ameri- can Puritans (2006) provide comprehensive analy sis. Sacvan Bercovitch’s induen- tial works include The Puritan Origins of the American Self (1975). Patricia Caldwell discusses Puritan “relations” in The Puritan Conversion Narrative (1983); Teresa Toulouse analyzes the formal dimensions of Puritan sermons in The Art of Proph- esying: New Eng land Sermons and the Shaping of Belief (1987); and Ivy Schweitzer examines the poetics of gender in The Work of Self- Representation: Lyric Poetry in Colonial New Eng land (1991). Lisa  M. Gordis looks at Puritan hermeneutics in Opening Scripture: Bible Reading and Interpretive Authority in Puritan New Eng land (2002). Puritan missions and their lit er a ture are considered in Kristina Bross’s Dry Bones and Indian Sermons: Praying Indians in Colonial Amer i ca (2004) and Laura Stevens’s The Poor Indians: British Missionaries, Native Americans, and Colonial Sensibility (2004). Media- centered studies include Matthew P. Brown’s The Pilgrim and the Bee: Reading Rituals and Book Culture in Early New Eng land (2007); Matt Cohen’s The Networked Wilderness: Communicating in Early New Eng land (2009); and Meredith Neuman’s Jeremiah’s Scribes: Creating Sermon Lit er a ture in Puritan New Eng land (2013). Sarah Rivett examines the intersections of early modern sci- ence and Reformed theology in The Science of the Soul in Colonial New Eng land (2011), while Cristobal Silva considers understandings of disease in Miraculous Plagues: An Epidemiology of Early New England Narrative (2011). Nan Goodman treats Puritan legal culture in Banished: Common Law and the Rhe toric of Social Exclusion in Early New Eng land (2012).

Revolutionary- era rhe toric and po liti cal writing are the focus of Emory Elliot’s Revolutionary Writers: Lit er a ture and Authority in the New Republic 1725−1810 (1982), Jay Fliegelman’s Prodigals and Pilgrims: The American Revolution Against Patriarchal Authority 1750−1800 (1982), and Robert A. Ferguson’s Reading the Early Republic (2004). The cultural dynamics shaping po liti cal life and the public sphere in the Revolutionary and early national periods are central to Michael Warner’s Letters of the Republic (1990), Paul Downes’s Democracy, Revolution and Monarchism in Early American Lit er a ture (2002), and Eric Slauter’s The State as a Work of Art: The Cultural Origins of the Constitution (2009). Stephen Shapiro high- lights economic relations in The Culture and Commerce of the Early American Novel: Reading the Atlantic World- System (2007). Aesthetics are a leading concern in Christopher Looby’s Voicing Amer i ca: Language, Literary Form, and the Origins of the United States (1996) and Edward Cahill’s Liberty of the Imagination: Aesthetic Theory, Literary Form, and Politics in the Early United States (2012).

David S. Shields’s Oracles of Empire: Poetry, Politics, and Commerce in British Amer i ca (1990) addresses transatlantic poetry, while his Civil Tongues and Polite Letters in Amer i ca (1997) examines eighteenth- century club and manuscript cul- ture. Max Cavitch discusses one major poetic form in American Elegy: The Poetry of Mourning from the Puritans to Whitman (2006); Christopher N. Phillips examines another in Epic in American Culture: Settlement to Reconstruction (2012). On the American novel, Cathy S. Davidson’s Revolution and the Word (1986) is a founda- tional study. Shirley Samuels focuses on "ction and gender relations in Romances of

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the Republic: Women, the Family, and Vio lence in the Lit er a ture of the Early American Nation (1996), while Julia Stern analyzes sentiment as a moral and philosophical category that informs the early American novel in The Plight of Feeling (1997). Elizabeth Maddock Dillon’s The Gender of Freedom: Fictions of Liberalism and the Literary Public Sphere (2004) offers an approach anchored in po liti cal theory. Mar- ion Rust pres ents the challenges facing women writers in Prodigal Daughters: Susanna Rowson’s Early American Women (2008). Walter J. Meserve’s An Emerging Entertainment (1977); Jeffrey H. Richards’s Theater Enough (1991) and Drama, The- atre, and Identity in the New Republic (2005); Heather Nathans’s Early American Theatre from the Revolution to Thomas Jefferson (2003) and Slavery and Sentiment on the American Stage, 1787−1861 (2009); and Dillon’s New World Drama: The Per- formative Commons in the Atlantic World, 1649−1849 (2014) treat drama in a variety of contexts. In Demo cratic Personality: Popu lar Voice and the Trial of American Authorship (1998), Nancy Ruttenberg explores the performative and literary creation of “pop u lar voice,” spanning from the Salem witchcraft crisis of 1692, through the Great Awakening, to the antebellum era.

Naturalist writings are the focus of Susan Scott Parrish’s American Curiosity: Cultures of Natu ral History in the Colonial British Atlantic World (2006) and Chris- topher P. Iannini’s Fatal Revolutions: Natural History, West Indian Slavery, and the Routes of American Literature (2012), while Martin Brückner’s Geographic Revolu- tion in Early Amer i ca: Maps, Literacy, and National Identity (2006) examines the place of geography in the broader literary culture. Studies of the environment include Timothy Sweet’s American Georgics: Economy and Environment in American Litera- ture, 1580–1864 (2002); Thomas Hallock’s From the Fallen Tree: Frontier Narratives, Environmental Politics, and the Roots of a National Pastoral, 1749–1826 (2003); Monique Allewaert’s Ariel’s Ecology: Plantations, Personhood, and Colonialism in the American Tropics (2013); and Michael Ziser’s Environmental Practice and Early American Literature (2013). Jennifer Jordan Baker explores economic themes in Securing the Commonwealth: Debt, Speculation, and Writing in the Making of Early Amer i ca (2005), as does Ed White from a dif fer ent perspective in The Backcountry and the City: Colonization and Con"ict in Early Amer i ca (2005). Two treatments of lit er a ture and risk are Eric Wertheimer’s Underwriting: The Poetics of Insurance in Amer i ca, 1722−1872 (2006) and Joseph Fichtelberg’s Risk Culture: Per for mance and Danger in Early Amer i ca (2010).

Authors

John Adams and Abigail Adams Lyman H. Butter"eld has edited the authori- tative Adams Family Correspondence (1963). There are numerous biographies of John and Abigail Adams, including Page Smith’s two- volume John Adams (1962), David McCullough’s John Adams (2001), and Woody Holton’s Abi- gail Adams (2009). Joseph J. Ellis’s First Family: Abigail and John Adams (2010) focuses on the couple’s relationship.

William Bradford Bradford awaits a new editor of his history and other works, including his poems. Doug- las Anderson’s William Bradford’s Books: Of Plimmoth Plantation and the Printed Word

(2003) is a major study of Bradford’s history. Michelle Burnham has a chapter on Brad- ford’s economic context in Folded Selves: Colonial New Eng land Writing in the World System (2007).

Anne Bradstreet The standard edition is now Jeannine Hens- ley’s The Works of Anne Bradstreet (1967), with an introduction by Adrienne Rich. Read- ers interested in textual variants will want to consult The Complete Works (1981), edited by J. R. McElrath Jr. and Allen P. Robb. Useful critical discussions may be found in Jose- phine K. Piercy’s Anne Bradstreet (1965), Eliz- abeth W. White’s Anne Bradstreet: The Tenth

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Muse (1971), Ann Stanford’s Anne Bradstreet: The Worldly Puritan (1974), Rosamond Rosen- meier’s Anne Bradstreet (1991), and Jeffrey Hammond’s Sinful Self, Saintly Self (1993). Tamara Harvey’s Figuring Modesty in Femi- nist Discourse Across the Amer i cas, 1633−1700 (2008) includes discussions of both Brad- street and Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz.

Charles Brockden Brown The standard edition of Brown’s works is from Kent State University Press (1977–87). Useful editions of Brown’s novels Wieland, Ormond, Arthur Mervyn, and Edgar Huntly were edited by Steven Shapiro and Philip Barnard in 2006−09. Wieland is available in a Norton Critical Edition, edited by Bryan Waterman in 2010. There is no recent comprehensive biog- raphy of Brown. Harry R. Warfel’s biography Charles Brockden Brown: American Gothic Novelist (1949) can be supplemented with David Lee Clark’s Charles Brockden Brown: Pioneer Voice of Amer i ca (1952). Good studies of Brown’s complete works include Norman S. Grabo’s The Coincidental Art of Charles Brockden Brown (1981), Bill Christophersen’s The Apparition in the Glass: Charles Brockden Brown’s American Gothic (1993), and Steven Watts’s The Romance of Real Life: Charles Brockden Brown and the Origins of American Culture (1994). Thematic studies include Michael Cody’s Charles Brockden Brown and the Literary Magazine: Cultural Journalism in the Early American Republic (2004), Bryan Waterman’s Republic of Intellect: The Friendly Club of New York City and the Making of American Lit er a ture (2007), and Mark Kam- rath’s The Historicism of Charles Brockden Brown: Radical History and the Early Republic (2010), as well as chapters in Caleb Crain’s American Sympathy: Men, Friendship, and Lit er a ture in the New Nation (2001) and David Kazanjian’s The Colonizing Trick: National Culture and Imperial Citizenship in Early Amer i ca (2003). Robert S. Levine includes a chapter on Brown in his Dislocating Race and Nation: Episodes in Nineteenth- Century Ameri- can Literary Nationalism (2008); an opposing view is found in John Carlos Rowe’s Literary Culture and U.S. Imperialism: From the Revo- lution to World War II (2000).

Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca The de"nitive three- volume edition is Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca: His Account, His Life, and the Expedition of Pán#lo de Narváez (1999), edited by Rolena Adorno and Patrick Charles Pautz. The Narrative of Cabeza de Vaca (2003), edited by Adorno and Pautz, is available as a single volume. Studies of Cabeza de Vaca’s itinerary include Cleve Hal- lenbeck, Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca: The

Journey and Route of the First Eu ro pean to Cross the Continent of North Amer i ca, 1534– 1536 (1940; 1971) and Carl  O. Sauer’s Sixteenth- Century North Amer i ca (1971). Morris Bishop’s The Odyssey of Cabeza de Vaca (1933) treats the whole of the life, including the later South American episodes. Lisa B. Voigt has an im por tant discussion of Cabeza de Vaca in Writing Captivity in the Early Modern Atlantic: Circulations of Knowl- edge and Authority in the Iberian and En glish Imperial Worlds (2009).

Bartolomé de las Casas Casas’s General History of the Indies was "n- ished by 1561 but remained unpublished until the late nineteenth century. Agustín Millares Carlo’s Spanish edition of 1951 is useful. An abridged translation by Andrée M. Collard (1971) makes part of it readily available in En glish. Casas’s most induential text, the Bre- vissima relación, is well rendered in Herma Briffault’s translation, The Devastation of the Indies: A Brief Account (1974; 1992). Stafford Poole has translated In Defense of the Indians (1992), a major manuscript treatise from the early 1550s. Studies of Casas include Lewis Hanke’s Bartolomé de las Casas: An Interpre- tation of His Life and Writings (1951), Henry Raup Wagner and Helen Rand Parish’s The Life and Writings of Bartolomé de las Casas (1967), and Daniel Castro’s Another Face of Empire: Bartolomé de las Casas, Indigenous Rights, and Ecclesiastical Imperialism (2007).

Christopher Columbus The best bilingual edition is Cecil Jane’s Select Documents Illustrating the Four Voy- ages of Columbus (1930–33; 1988). Colum- bus’s journal survives only in summaries and unreliable transcriptions by others. The best text is Oliver Dunn and James  E. Kelley’s bilingual The Diario of Christopher Colum- bus’s First Voyage to Amer i ca, 1492–93 (1989); on the prob lems associated with this text (and others), see David Heninge’s In Search of Columbus: The Sources for the First Voyage (1991). Biographies include Samuel Eliot Morison’s now somewhat dated Admiral of the Ocean Sea (1942) and Kirkpatrick Sale’s con- tentious The Conquest of Paradise: Christo- pher Columbus and the Columbian Legacy (1990). James Axtell’s After Columbus (1988) and Beyond 1492 (1992) are informative.

J. Hector St. John de Crèvecoeur Dennis D. Moore has produced a new edition of Letters from an American Farmer and Other Essays (2013). The best biographies are by Thomas Philbrick (1970) and Gay Wilson Allen and Roger Asselineau (1987). Impor tant treatments can be found in Ed White’s The

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Backcountry and the City (2005) and Wil Ver- hoeven’s Americomania and the French Revo- lution Debate in Britain, 1789–1802 (2013).

Jonathan Edwards Yale University Press has published Edwards’s complete works in twenty- six volumes (1957– 2008). The best single- volume collection of Edwards’s writings is A Jonathan Edwards Reader (1995), also from Yale. The best biogra- phies are George Marsden’s Jonathan Edwards: A Life (2003) and Philip  F. Gura’s Jonathan Edwards: Amer i ca’s Evangelical (2005). Dan- iel B. Shea Jr. includes a discussion of the Per- sonal Narrative in his Spiritual Autobiography in Early Amer i ca (1968). Sandra M. Gustafson highlights Sarah Pierpont Edwards in “Jona- than Edwards and the Reconstruction of ‘Feminine’ Speech” (American Literary His- tory, 1994). Major essay collections are Jona- than Edwards and the American Experience (1988), edited by Nathan  O. Hatch and Harry S. Stout, and Jonathan Edwards’s Writ- ings (1996), edited by Stephen  J. Stein. See also M. X. Lesser’s Reading Jonathan Edwards: An Annotated Bibliography in Three Parts, 1729−2005 (2008).

Olaudah Equiano Werner Sollors edited The In ter est ing Narra- tive in a 2001 Norton Critical Edition. Sidney Kaplan discusses the American publication of Equiano’s Narrative in The Black Presence in the Era of the American Revolution, 1770– 1800 (1973). Vincent Carretta’s Equiano, the African: Biography of a Self- Made Man (2005) is a major treatment of the life.

The Federalist A very useful introduction to The Federalist papers is found in Benjamin Fletcher Wright’s edition of 1961. On Alexander Hamilton, see Ron Chernow’s Alexander Hamilton (2004); on James Madison, see Jack  N. Rakove’s James Madison and the Creation of the Ameri- can Republic (1990); on John Jay, see Walter Stahr’s John Jay: Founding Father (2005). Several of the works on the Revolutionary period listed in the theory and criticism sec- tion include readings of The Federalist. For a sustained reading, see Joseph Fichtelberg’s “The Aesthetics of the Federalist” in Early American Lit er a ture (2014).

Hannah Foster There is no full- scale modern biography of Foster, but see Cathy Davidson’s introduction to The Coquette (1986) and her Revolution and the Word (1986). Helpful readings can be found in Julia Stern’s The Plight of Feeling (1997) and Sharon M. Harris’s Rede#ning the Po liti cal Novel (1995).

Benjamin Franklin The Papers of Benjamin Franklin are being published by Yale University Press. The stan- dard biography is J. A. Leo Lemay’s three- volume The Life of Benjamin Franklin (2006). Stacy Schiff focuses on Franklin’s French years in A Great Improvisation: Franklin, France, and the Birth of Amer i ca (2006), while Carla J. Mulford situates Franklin in an impe- rial context in Benjamin Franklin and the Ends of Empire (2015). A good se lection of Frank- lin’s writings may be found in Benjamin Frank- lin: Representative Se lection (1936), edited by F. L. Mott and C. L. Jorgensen. Nian- Sheng Huang surveys two hundred years of American response to Franklin in Benjamin Franklin in Amer i ca (1994). Joyce  E. Chaplin assem bles D. H. Lawrence’s famous attack on Franklin and several other major readings of the Autobi- ography in the 2012 Norton Critical Edition. Douglas Anderson analyzes text and context in The Un#nished Life of Benjamin Franklin (2012). Anderson’s The Radical Enlighten- ments of Benjamin Franklin (1997) has a dif- fer ent emphasis. Mitchell Robert Breitwieser traces signi"cant continuities in Cotton Mather and Benjamin Franklin: The Price of Represen- tative Personality (1984).

Philip Freneau The standard edition of Freneau’s poetry is F. L. Pattee’s three- volume The Poems of Philip Freneau (1902–07). Lewis Leary, who edited The Last Poems of Philip Freneau (1945), wrote the best biography, That Rascal Freneau: A Study in Literary Failure (1941). Harry H. Clark provides a useful introduction to Freneau in his edited volume Poems of Freneau (1929). Rich- ard  C. Vitzhum offers a study of Freneau’s lyr ics in Land and Sea (1978).

Washington Irving The authoritative edition is The Complete Works of Washington Irving (1969–). The Library of Amer i ca has published Irving’s His- tory, Tales, and Sketches (1983), along with two other volumes of his writings. Two recent biographies are Andrew Burstein’s The Origi- nal Knickerbocker: The Life of Washington Irving (2007) and Brian Jay Jones’s Washing- ton Irving: An American Original (2008). For recent critical work, see David Dowling’s Lit- erary Partnerships and the Marketplace (2012) and Walter Hugo’s Sanctuaries in Washington Irving’s The Sketch Book (2014). A more com- plete bibliography appears in Volume B.

Thomas Jefferson Prince ton University Press is publishing the Papers of Thomas Jefferson. The most com- prehensive biography is Dumas Malone’s six- volume Jefferson and His Time (1948–81);

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Malone’s concise article on Jefferson in The Dictionary of American Biography (1933) is very helpful. Joseph J. Ellis’s American Sphinx: The Character of Thomas Jefferson (1997) is an im por tant recent biography. Annette Gordon- Reed examines Jefferson’s relationship with Sally Hemings and her extended family in The Hemingses of Monticello: An American Family (2008). Frank Shuffelton produced two anno- tated biblio graphies of work on Jefferson, extending from 1826 to 1990, as well as an edited collection of critical writings. Other major studies include Garry Wills’s Inventing Amer i ca: Jefferson’s Declaration of In de pen- dence (1978), Jay Fliegelman’s Declaring In de- pen dence (1993), Pauline Maier’s American Scripture (1997), and Danielle Allen’s Our Declaration (2014).

Cotton Mather Kenneth Silverman’s The Life and Times of Cotton Mather (1984) supersedes earlier bio- graphies. The introduction to Kenneth  B. Murdock’s Se lections from Cotton Mather (1926) is still useful, as are David Levin’s Cot- ton Mather: The Young Life of the Lord’s Remembrancer (1978) and Robert Middle- kauff ’s The Mathers: Three Generations of Puritan Intellectuals (1971). Sacvan Berco- vich has written about Mather in Major Writ- ers of Early American Lit er a ture (1972), edited by E. H. Emerson, and in The Puritan Origins of the American Self (1975). Mitchell Robert Breitwieser takes a dif fer ent approach in Cot- ton Mather and Benjamin Franklin: The Price of Representative Personality (1984).

Thomas Morton The introduction to Charles Francis Adams’s edition of New En glish Canaan (1883) answers a number of questions about the life of this enigmatic "gure. The interested student will also want to read Donald F. Connors’s Thomas Morton (1969) and Jack Dempsey’s Thomas Morton of Merrymount (2000). Michelle Burnham discusses Morton’s economic activi- ties in Folded Selves: Colonial New Eng land Writing in the World System (2007).

Judith Sargent Murray The best biographical study is Sheila  L. Skemp’s First Lady of Letters: Judith Sargent Murray and the Strug gle for Female In de pen- dence (2009). Selected Writings (1995), edited by Sharon M. Harris, offers useful commen- tary on Murray’s work. A modern reprint of The Gleaner is available with an introduction by Nina Baym (1992).

Native American Oral Traditions There is an extensive body of scholarship on Native American verbal arts originating in

folklore and ethnography, with notable con- tributions including Dell Hymes’s “In Vain I Tried to Tell You”: Essays in Native American Ethnopoetics (1981) and Dennis Tedlock’s The Spoken Word and the Work of Interpreta- tion (1983). Barre Toelken’s The Dynamics of Folklore (rev. ed., 1996) is an excellent survey of oral materials by someone speci"cally interested in Native American verbal arts. There is also a body of scholarship contrast- ing oral and written modes of expression, which needs to be approached carefully to avoid reductive characterizations. Walter Ong’s Orality and Literacy: The Technologiz- ing of the Word (1982) and Eric Havelock’s The Muse Learns to Write (1986) should be supplemented with Brian V. Street’s Literacy in Theory and Practice (1984). In Eloquence Is Power (2000), Sandra  M. Gustafson emphasizes the symbolic dimensions of speech and text in the British colonial set- ting, with a focus on Native oratory. Two recent analyses of the treaty lit er a ture are Andrew Newman’s On Rec ords: Delaware Indians, Colonists, and the Media of History and Memory (2012) and Jeffrey Glover’s Paper Sovereigns: Anglo- Native Treaties and the Law of Nations, 1604−1664 (2014).

Scholarship on the Iroquois and their cre- ation story begins with Lewis Henry Morgan’s League of the Iroquois (1972; orig. publ., 1851). Seneca ethnologist Arthur C. Parker’s Seneca Myths and Folk Tales (1923) is also useful. Daniel K. Richter’s The Ordeal of the Long- house: The Peoples of the Iroquois League in the Era of Eu ro pean Colonization (1992) cov- ers the basic ele ments of Iroquois language, culture, and history and begins with an over- view of Iroquois cosmogonic myths. For David Cusick, see Susan Kalter’s “Finding a Place for David Cusick in Native American Literary History” (2002) and Maureen Konkle, Writing Indian Nations (2004).

The earliest published version of the Navajo creation story is that of Washington Matthews, which appears in the "rst chapters of his Navaho Legends (1897; 2002). Other versions include Hasteen Klah’s telling, which is recorded in Mary Wheelwright’s Navajo Cre- ation Myth: The Story of the Emergence by Has- teen Klah (1942); the version in anthropologist Aileen O’Bryan’s The Diné: Origin Myths of the Navaho Indians (1956); and literary scholar Paul Zolbrod’s account, with copious and detailed notes, in Diné Bahané: The Navajo Creation Story (1984). Gary Witherspoon’s Language and Art in the Navajo Universe (1977) remains a good introduction to the subjects referenced in its title.

The only book- length treatment of Native American oral trickster tales is Franchot Ba l- linger’s Living Sideways: Tricksters in American

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Indian Oral Traditions (2004). Arnold Krupat revisits trickster tales in chapter 1 of All That Remains (2009). In his insightful Trickster Makes This World: Mischief, Myth, and Art (1998), Lewis Hyde deals with Native Ameri- can tricksters, among others. Paul Radin’s The Trickster: A Study in American Indian My thol ogy (1956, 1972), with commentaries by Karl Kerenyi and C. G. Jung, has achieved something of a classic status, although Radin’s psychological interpretations have not worn well. Barbara Babcock- Abraham’s “ ‘A Toler- ated Margin of Mess’: The Trickster and His Tales Reconsidered,” Journal of the Folklore Institute (1975), is still fresh.

Samson Occom Joanna Brooks has edited The Collected Writ- ings of Samson Occom, Mohegan: Leadership and Lit er a ture in Eighteenth- Century Native Amer i ca (2006). Occom’s “Short Narrative” was "rst published by Berndt Peyer in The Elders Wrote: An Anthology of Early Prose by North American Indians, 1768–1931 (1982), and it is still worth consulting. Peyer’s The Tutor’d Mind: Indian Missionary- Writers in Antebellum Amer i ca (1997) continues to be useful as well. There are numerous readings of Occom’s execution sermon, including a valuable one in Karen A. Weyler’s Empower- ing Words: Outsiders and Authorship in Early Amer i ca (2013).

Thomas Paine Moncure  D. Conway, who edited the four- volume The Writings of Thomas Paine (1894– 96), wrote a valuable life of Paine (1892). More- recent biographies are by David  F. Hawke (1974) and John Keane (1995). H. H. Clark’s Thomas Paine: Representative Se lections (1944) contains a helpful introduction. Eric Foner’s Tom Paine and Revolutionary Amer i ca (1976) puts Paine in context. Edward Larkin has written the major critical study Thomas Paine and the Lit er a ture of Revolution (2005) and edited a helpful critical edition of Com- mon Sense (2004).

Mary Rowlandson The introduction to Neal Salisbury’s 1997 edi- tion of the Narrative describes the major fea- tures of Rowlandson’s life and world. Richard Slotkin’s Regeneration through Vio lence (1973) contains an induential discussion of Rowland- son’s captivity. Mitchell Robert Breitwieser focuses on affect in American Puritanism and the Defense of Mourning: Religion, Grief, and Ethnology in Mary White Rowlandson’s Captiv- ity Narrative (1990). The transatlantic signi"- cance of Rowlandson’s narrative is central to Nancy Armstrong and Leonard Tennen house’s The Imaginary Puritan: Lit er a ture, Intellectual

Labor, and the Origins of Personal Life (1994). Christopher Castiglia explores issues of gender and captivity in Bound and Determined: Cap- tivity, Culture- Crossing, and White Woman- hood from Mary Rowlandson to Patty Hearst (1996), and, from a dif fer ent perspective, so does Teresa Toulouse in The Captive’s Position: Female Narrative, Male Identify and Royal Authority in Colonial New Eng land (2007)

Samuel Sewall The Diary of Samuel Sewall, 1674–1729 (1973), edited by M. Halsey Thomas, is the standard edition. Thomas’s edition includes The Selling of Joseph, but the introduction and commentary in Sidney Kaplan’s edition (1969) is valuable for what it tells us about slavery in New Eng land. Ola E. Winslow has written a succinct biography (1964).

John Smith Philip  L. Barbour produced the de"nitive three- volume edition of Smith’s writings, The Complete Works of Captain John Smith (1986). The Library of Amer i ca has published a vol- ume of his writings (2007). Critical treat- ments include Barbour’s The Three Worlds of Captain John Smith (1964), Everett H. Emer- son’s Captain John Smith (1971), and J. A. Leo Lemay’s The American Dream of Captain John Smith (1991). A useful descriptive bibliogra- phy can be found in American Prose to 1820 (1979), edited by Donald Yanella and John H. Roche.

Annis Boudinot Stockton Carla Mulford’s Only for the Eye of a Friend: The Poems of Annis Boudinot Stockton (1995) collects all of Stockton’s poems and provides a thorough introduction to her life and work. Susan M. Stabile, in Memory’s Daughters: The Culture of Remembrance in Eighteenth- Century Amer i ca (2004), treats the importance of women’s poetry in that period. Stockton’s lit- erary network "gures in Milcah Martha Moore’s Book: A Commonplace Book from Revolu- tionary Amer i ca (1997), edited by Karin Wulf and Catherine Blecki.

Edward Taylor Donald  E. Stanford’s standard edition, The Poems of Edward Taylor (1960), can be supple- mented with Daniel Patterson’s Edward Taylor’s God Determinations and Preparatory Medita- tions: A Critical Edition (2003). Francis Mur- phy edited Taylor’s Diary (1964). The best critical biography (1961; rev. ed., 1988) is by Norman  S. Grabo, who also edited Taylor’s Christographia sermons (1962) and Treatise Concerning the Lord’s Supper (1966). Thomas M. Davis and Virginia L. Davis edited The Minor Poetry (1981) with an informative

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introduction. Thomas Davis also published A Reading of Edward Taylor (1992). Other critical studies include William  J. Scheick’s The Will and the Word (1974), Karen  E. Rowe’s Saint and Singer (1986), and Jeffrey Hammond’s Sin- ful Self, Saintly Self (1993).

Royall Tyler In Early American Drama (1997), Jeffrey Richards reprints The Contrast as well as sev- eral other plays that establish Tyler’s context. Marius Peladeau collected The Verse of Royall Tyler (1968). Caleb Crain provides a valuable introduction in his edition of Tyler’s novel The Algerine Captive (2002). The standard biography is G. Thomas Tanselle’s Royall Tyler (1967).

Phillis Wheatley Julian D. Mason produced the standard edi- tion of Wheatley’s poems (1966; rev. ed., 1989). William H. Robinson’s Phillis Wheatley: A Bio- Bibliography (1981) establishes the background. Vincent Carretta has written the new standard biography, Phillis Wheatley: Biography of a Genius in Bondage (2014). John  C. Shields provides critical treatments in Phillis Wheatley’s Poetics of Liberation: Backgrounds and Contexts (2008) and Phillis Wheatley and the Romantics (2010). April Langley considers the African ele ments of Wheatley’s poetry in The Black Aesthetic Unbound: Theorizing the Dilemma of Eighteenth- Century African American Lit er- a ture (2008).

Michael Wigglesworth Kenneth B. Murdock’s edition of The Day of Doom (1929) includes a valuable introduction. Edmund  S. Morgan edited Wigglesworth’s Diary (1970). The standard life is Richard

Crowder’s No Featherbed to Heaven (1962). Critical treatments include Jeffrey Ham- mond’s Sinful Self, Saintly Self (1993) and Amy Morris’s Popu lar Mea sures: Poetry and Church Order in Seventeenth- century Mas sa chu setts (2005).

Roger Williams Major studies of Williams include Perry Mill- er’s Roger Williams: His Contribution to the American Tradition (1953), Ola E. Winslow’s Roger Williams (1957), Edmund S. Morgan’s Roger Williams: The Church and the State (1967), and Henry Chupack’s Roger Williams (1969). Perry Miller’s introduction to The Complete Writings of Roger Williams (1963), Vol. 7, is also valuable. Impor tant readings include Anne  G. Myles’s “Dissent and the Frontier of Translation: Roger Williams’s A Key into the Language of Amer i ca” in Pos si- ble Pasts: Becoming Colonial in Early Amer- i ca (2000) and Michelle Burnham’s chapter on Williams’s economic activities in Folded Selves: Colonial New Eng land Writing in the World System (2007).

John Winthrop The standard edition of The Journal was edited by Richard S. Dunn, James Savage, and Lae- titia Yeandle (1996), with a valuable introduc- tion by Dunn. Dunn and Yeandle previously prepared an abridged and modernized edition of The Journal (1966). The Winthrop Papers, 1498–1654 (1929–) is in preparation under the auspices of the Mas sa chu setts Historical Society, Boston. Dunn’s Puritans and Yan- kees: The Winthrop Dynasty of New Eng land (1962) and Edmund S. Morgan’s The Puritan Dilemma: The Story of John Winthrop (1958) are among the best critical and biographical studies.

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Index

A Curious Knot God made in Paradise, 306 Account of the Mohawk Indians, on Long

Island, An, 588 Account, Much Abbreviated, of the

Destruction of the Indies, An, 68 Adams, Abigail, 664 Adams, John, 664 Addressed to General Washington, in the Year

1777, after the Battles of Trenton and Princeton, 662

Age of Reason, The, 695 All things within this fading world hath end,

236 Although, great Queen, thou now in silence

lie, 220 Anecdotes of an American Crow, 626 Another [Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon

Public Employment], 238 Arise, my soul, on wings enraptured, rise,

792 As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer,

238 As Weary Pilgrim, 245 Ashbridge, Elizabeth, 417 Aupaumut, Hendrick, 629 Author to Her Book, The, 236 Autobiography of Thomas Jefferson,

The, 704 Autobiography, The (Franklin), 466

Bartram, William, 625 Bay Psalm Book, The, 198 Before the Birth of One of Her Children,

236 Bonifacius, 351 Bradford, William, 106, 129 Bradstreet, Anne, 217 Brief and True Report of the New Found Land

of Virginia, A, 88 Brown, Charles Brockden, 941 By duty bound and not by custom led, 224 Byrd, William, 616

Cabeza de Vaca, Álvar Núñez, 71 Can, nal, li, èh, ne-was-tu, 57 Canassatego, 986 Casas, Bartolomé de las, 66

Catherine Tegahkouita: An Iroquois Virgin, 410

Celestial choir! enthroned in realms of light, 797

Champlain, Samuel de, 93 Charlevoix, P. F. X. de, 410 Cherokee War Song, 55 Cherokee women, 993 Chief Logan’s Speech, 992 Christenings Make Not Christians, 215 Columbus, Christopher, 58 Common Sense, 682 Contemplations, 226 Contrast, The, 801 Coquette, The; or, The History of Eliza

Wharton. A Novel. Founded on Fact. By a Lady of Massachusetts, 843

Cortés, Hernán, 82 Crèvecoeur, J. Hector St. John de, 634 Crisis, No. 1, The, 689 Cruz, Sor Juana Inés de la, 415

Day of Doom, The, 250 Description of New England, A, 122 Diary of Samuel Sewall, The, 310 Divine and Supernatural Light, A, 377

Edwards, Jonathan, 356 Elegiak Ode on the 28th Day of February

[1782]. The Anniversary of Mr. [Stockton’s] Death, An, 660

Equiano, Olaudah, 731

Fair dower, that dost so comely grow, 781

Farewell dear babe, my heart’s too much content, 241

Federalist, The, 721 Flesh and the Spirit, The, 233 For Deliverance from a Fever, 243 Foster, Hannah Webster, 841 Franklin, Benjamin, 439 Freneau, Philip, 780

Galeacius Secundus: The Life of William Bradford, Esq., Governor of Plymouth Colony, 328

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General History of Virginia, New England, and the Summer Isles, The, 113

Gleaner, The, 747 God’s Determinations, 304

Hail, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, 789

Hail, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, 791

Hajíínéí (The Emergence), 36 Hamilton, Alexander, 622 Hamilton’s Itinerarium, 623 Harriot, Thomas, 87 Heckewelder, John, 103 Here Follows Some Verses upon the Burning of

Our House, July 10th, 1666, 243 History, Manners, and Customs of the Indian

Nations, 103 History of New-York from the Beginning of the

World to the End of the Dutch Dynasty, by Dietrich Knickerbocker, A, 998

History of the Dividing Line, 618 History of the Muh-he-con-nuk Indians, 630 How Father Isaac Jogues Was Taken by the

Iroquois, and What He Suffered on His First Entrance into Their Country, 406

Huswifery, 308 Hymn Written in the Year 1753, A, 659 Hymns, 606

I had eight birds hatched in one nest, kenning through Astronomy Divine, 303

If ever two were one, then surely we, 237 If there exists a hell—the case is clear—, 783 In Honor of That High and Mighty Princess

Queen Elizabeth of Happy Memory, 220 In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Anne

Bradstreet, Who Deceased June 20, 1669, Being Three Years and Seven Months Old, 242

In Memory of My Dear Grandchild Elizabeth Bradstreet, Who Deceased August, 1665, Being a Year and a Half Old, 241

In Reference to Her Children, 23 June 1659, 239 In secret place where once I stood, 233 In silent night when rest I took, 243 In spite of all the learned have said, 782 [In These Seven Languages], 417 Indian Burying Ground, The, 782 In"nity, when all things it beheld, 304 Information to Those Who Would Remove to

America, 456 Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah

Equiano, or Gustavas Vassa, the African, Written by Himself, The, 733

Iroquois Creation Story, The, 31 Irving, Washington, 996 I’ve heard the tempest howl along the plain, 660

Jefferson, Thomas, 702 Jesuit Relations, The, 405 Jesus thy Servant is resign’d, 659

Journal of John Winthrop, The, 189 Journal of John Woolman, The, 423 Juet, Robert, 98

Key into the Language of America, A, 205 King Philip’s Speech, 53 Knight, Sarah Kemble, 610

Lalemant, Jérôme, 406 Lenape War Song, 57 Letter of Discovery (Columbus), 59 Letter to Ferdinand and Isabella Regarding the

Fourth Voyage (Columbus), 64 Letter to Her Husband, Absent upon Public

Employment, A, 238 Letter to the Town of Providence, A

(Williams), 206 Letters (Wheatley), 798 Letters from an American Farmer, 636 Letters, The (Adams and Adams), 666 Letters to Her Parents (Samuel), 434 [L]ines on Hearing of the Death of Doctor

Franklin, 664 Logan, 991 Lord, Can a Crumb of Dust the Earth

outweigh, 302 Love Opened a Mortal Wound, 415

Magnalia Christi Americana, 328 Make me, O Lord, Thy Spinning Wheel

complete, 308 Marrant, John, 428 Mather, Cotton, 321 Meditation 8 (First Series), 303 Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist, 943 Model of Christian Charity, A, 178 Morning Hymn, or Now the Shades of Night

Are Gone, 607 Morton, Thomas, 167 Most truly honored, and as truly dear, 226 Mourt’s Relation, 107 Murray, Judith Sargent, 770 My head, my heart, mine eyes, my life, nay,

more, 238

Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, A, 269

Narrative of the Lord’s Wonderful Dealings with John Marrant, a Black, A, 429

Navajo Creation Story, The, 35 Nehemias Americanus: The Life of John

Winthrop, Esq., Governor of the Massachusetts Colony, 334

New England’s Trials, 126 New English Canaan, 169 No sooner came, but gone, and fall’n asleep, 242 Notable Exploit, A: Dux Fœmina Facti, 349 Notes on the State of Virginia, 711

O poor me!, 57 Occom, Samson, 585 Of Plymouth Plantation, 132

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On a Little Boy Going to Play on a Place from Whence He Had Just Fallen, 662

On Being Brought from Africa to America, 789

On Mr. Paine’s Rights of Man, 785 On My Dear Grandchild Simon Bradstreet,

Who Died on 16 November, 1669, Being But a Month, and One Day Old, 242

On Sarah Pierpont, 368 On the Death of the Rev. Mr. George

White#eld, 1770, 791 On the Equality of the Sexes, 772 On the Religion of Nature, 786

Paine, Thomas, 681 Pastorius, Francis Daniel, 416 Personal Narrative, 358 Pontiac, 989 Powhatan’s Discourse of Peace and War, 52 Preface, The (God’s Determinations), 304 Preparatory Meditations, 302 Private Journal of a Journey from Boston to

New York in the Year 1704, The, 610 Prologue (Taylor), 302 Prologue, The (Bradstreet), 219 Psalm 19, 200 Psalm 100, 202 Psalm 23, 201 Psalm 2, 199

Relation of Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca, The, 73

Remarks Concerning the Savages of North America, 462

Reply to the Missionary Jacob Cram, 437 Rip Van Winkle, 1003 Rowlandson, Mary, 267 Rules by Which a Great Empire May Be

Reduced to a Small One, 451

Sagoyewatha, 436 Samuel, Rebecca, 433 Sarah Edwards’s Narrative, 369 Second Letter to the Spanish Crown (Cortes),

82 Secret Diary of William Byrd of Westover

1710–1712, The, 616 Selling of Joseph: A Memorial, The, 317 Sermon at the Execution of Moses Paul, an

Indian, A, 595 Sewall, Samuel, 309 Short Narrative of My Life, A, 589 Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God, 390 Smith, John, 110 So the wreckd mariner who tos’d on shore,

662 Some Account of the Early Part of the Life of

Elizabeth Ashbridge, 418 Some time now past in the autumnal tide,

226 Son’s Farewell, or I Hear the Gospel’s Joyful

Sound, A, 608

Speech at Detroit, 989 Speech at Lancaster, 986 Speech of Miss Polly Baker, The, 449 Speech to the Osages, 994 Still was the night, serene and bright, 250 Stockton, Annis Boudinot, 657 Sufferings of Christ, or Throughout the Savior’s

Life We Trace, The, 606 Suspend, Singer Swan, 416

Taylor, Edward, 301 Tecumseh, 994 That minds are not alike, full well I know,

772 The Bear that breathes the Northern blast,

307 The heavens do declare, 200 The Lord to me a shepherd is, 201 The muse affrighted at the clash of arms,

662 The power, that gives with liberal hand, 786 Third Voyage of Master Henry Hudson, The,

100 Thou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,

236 Thoughts on the Works of Providence, 792 Throughout the Saviour’s Life we trace, 606 Thus briedy sketched the sacred rights of

man, 785 Ti, nai, tau, nā, cla, ne-was-tu, 57 To Governor Benjamin Franklin, 993 To Her Father with Some Verses, 226 To His Excellency General Washington, 796 To My Dear and Loving Husband, 237 To My Dear Children, 246 To S. M., a Young African Painter, on Seeing

His Works, 795 To show the laboring bosom’s deep intent, 795 To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings, 219 To Sir Toby, 783 To the Memory of My Dear and Ever Honored

Father Thomas Dudley Esq. Who Deceased, July 31, 1653, and of His Age, 224

To the Right Honourable William, Earl of Dartmouth, His Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State for North America, &c., 789

To the University of Cambridge, in New England, 790

’Twas mercy brought me from my pagan land, 789

Two Cherokee Songs of Friendship, 57 Tyler, Royall, 799

Upon a Wasp Chilled with Cold, 307 Upon Wedlock, and Death of Children, 306

Voyages of the Sieur de Champlain, The, 93

Way to Wealth, The, 442 Wheatley, Phillis, 787 When sorrows had begirt me round, 243

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Where’er the earth’s enlighten’d by the sun, 55

While an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, 790

Why do I see the power of Genius droop, 664 Why rage the Heathen furiously?, 199 Wigglesworth, Michael, 249 Wild Honey Suckle, The, 781 Williams, Roger, 203

Winnebago Trickster Cycle, The, 43 Winslow, Edward, 106 Winthrop, John, 176 With troubled heart and trembling hand I

write, 242 Wonders of the Invisible World, The, 322 Woolman, John, 423 World Encompassed by Sir Francis Drake,

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A Portion of the Mappa Mundi (World Map) by Juan de la Cosa, 1500

The oldest known cartographic repre sen ta tion of the Amer i cas was made by Juan de la Cosa, a Spanish mari ner, conquistador, and mapmaker. As pi lot of the Niña during Columbus’s second voyage (1494–95), de la Cosa learned about New World space "rsthand. He also accompanied Columbus on his third voyage, and in 1499 he was the "rst pi lot for the expedition of Alonso de Ojeda and Amerigo Vespucci. De la Cosa’s map, mea sur ing three feet by six feet, embraces the entire known world but is most notable for its attempt to portray and conceptualize the land that would come to be called the “New World” or “Ame rica.” Hovering to the west (at the top) is a mystical "gure of Columbus as Saint Christopher— the humble ferryman who carried Christ over the water on his back and thus supplied de la Cosa with a "tting meta phor for the looming Christianization of the Amer i cas. The green area represents the western continents. Cuba, rendered as an island, shows up with remarkable clarity, below and to the right of the image of Columbus/Saint Christopher. The western edge of Eu rope is vis i ble at the bottom.

René de Laudonnière and Chief Athore, Jacques Le Moyne de Morgues, 1564

When Protestant French colonists under Jean Ribault landed in Florida in the early 1560s, they erected two columns, decorated with the arms of the French king, that were intended to proj ect their claim over the region. Jacques Le Moyne de Morgues, who as mapmaker and artist accompanied Ribault’s successor, René de Laudonnière, on a second French expedition, here portrays the moment when the local Indian chief, Athore, took René de Laudonnière to Ribault's column. This engraving shows the native people “worshipping this stone as an idol,” having placed before it offerings of fruit, edible roots, medicinal herbs, precious oils, and artifacts such as baskets and a bow and quiver. The artist, who escaped when the Spanish wiped out the French colony in 1565, settled in London, where he became an associate of Sir Walter Raleigh and the En glish artist- explorer John White.

The French Reach Port Royal, Theodor de Bry, 1591

Theodor de Bry, the "rst great illustrator of Eu ro pean voyages to the Amer i cas, established the visual language through which generations of Old World inhabitants perceived the New World. In this engraving, based on a lost watercolor by Jacques Le Moyne de Morgues, de Bry shows the French deet under Jean de Ribault reaching the coast of South Carolina at pres ent- day St. Helena Sound, near Beaufort, in the spring of 1562. The repre sen ta tion of the Indian village, with its lush surroundings (pumpkins and grapes grow wild; deer, turkeys, and geese abound), offers an alluring image of Ame rica as paradise.

Indian Village of Secoton, John White, 1585

The En glish painter John White left an impressive visual rec ord of places, people, and natu ral facts observed during several voyages to the New World in the 1580s. Collaborator at one time with the writer Thomas Harriot, White is known especially for his images of Native American life. This composite rendering of a village on the mainland of pres ent- day North Carolina, just inside Pamlico Sound, is intended to show a wide array of Native customs and activities, from hunting and planting to everyday be hav ior and religious rites.

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Elizabeth Clarke Freake and Baby Mary, unknown artist, 1671–74

Elizabeth Clarke (1642–1713), the daughter of a prosperous Boston merchant, was married in 1661 to the English- born lawyer John Freake, with whom she had eight children. Her portrait (like her husband’s) was painted in 1671 by an unknown English- trained artist (now called “the Freake painter”) who is believed to be responsible for several surviving portraits executed in a surprisingly rich style in the Boston area in the 1670s. When the Freakes’ last child, Mary, was born in 1674, the artist or his successor added her to the portrait of Elizabeth, creating a composite of family life especially notable for the "neness of the clothes worn by the well- to-do mother.

Page from William Byrd’s “Secret Diary”

For many years Byrd (1674–1744) kept an account of his daily life, both on his Virginia plantation, Westover, and on trips to London. Much of the diary was written in a code— developed by William Mason and published in 1707— designed for gentlemen to keep such writing from prying eyes. In terse but informative entries, Byrd discusses all facets of plantation life, from his religious exercises to the oversight of his many slaves. Most striking are his matter- of- fact rec ords of his sexual encounters with slave women.

Hummingbird, from The Natu ral History of Carolina, Florida and the Bahama Islands, Mark Catesby, 1731–43

The British artist Mark Catesby produced the "rst large- scale natu ral history of the New World’s dora and fauna, with which he was familiar from visits there between 1712 and 1719. In addition to birds he depicted reptiles, "sh, and plant life, and in the text he discussed insects and the soil’s and water’s suitability for agricul- ture, among other topics. The engraving here is of what Catesby considered one of the New World’s true won ders, the tiny ruby- throated hummingbird, near what he called a “trumpet dower.” Before the development of color- printing technologies such as lithography, reproductions of this kind, including Catesby’s, were hand- colored.

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Benjamin Franklin Drawing Electricity from the Sky, Benjamin West, 1805

This allegorical depiction of Franklin conducting his famous experiment with a kite during a thunderstorm in the 1750s, and thereby demonstrating that lightning was electricity, suggests the almost mythic status he had achieved by the early nineteenth century, when his Autobiography became im mensely popu lar. It also makes a claim for the importance of Americans to scienti"c inquiry in the Western world. Benjamin West (1738–1820), one of the most impor tant American paint ers of this period and the "rst to be widely appreciated in Eng land, made this sketch for a larger painting that he never completed. Notice the scienti"c apparatus to the left of Franklin. This orrery, which shows the relative positions of the planets, is being studied by childlike "gures with oddly adult faces.

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Declaration of In de pen dence, John Trumbull, c. 1817–19

This painting, mea sur ing twelve feet by eigh teen feet, depicts the iconic moment in American po liti cal history, the signing of the Declaration of In de pen dence, in Philadelphia. In the center are the men who drafted the Declaration (l. to r., John Adams, Roger Sherman, Thomas Jefferson, and Benjamin Franklin), with Jefferson presenting the document to John Hancock, president of the Continental Congress. About two- thirds of the "fty- six signers are also depicted. Trumbull (1756–1843), who studied in Eng land with the great American artist Benjamin West, is known primarily for his paintings of scenes from American history. Although completed several de cades after the event it memorializes, this painting is a good example of American artists’ and writers’ attempts, after the War of 1812, to play a role in creating a unique and heroic American history.

The Old Plantation, c. 1790–1800

This watercolor depicts slave life on an antebellum Southern plantation and is particularly impor tant for its repre sen ta tion of slave quarters and of the slaves’ social music. At right one man plans a gourd banjo and another keeps time with two sticks, or “bones.” The man in the middle and two women do a ritual dance, prob ably redecting West African cultural induences. The head wraps also redect African induence.

Exhuming the Mastodon, Charles Wilson Peale, 1806–08

Peale (1741–1827) was the patriarch of a family of American artists, including his sons Rem- brandt and Raphael, renowned for their portraits and still lifes. Like many eighteenth- century Americans (Thomas Jefferson included), Peale had a deep interest in natu ral history; he established in Philadelphia his own museum of scienti"c curiosities— a collection of specimens not arranged by any par tic u lar scienti"c method. In the early nineteenth century he or ga nized an expedition to the Hudson Valley, in New York, to recover the recently discovered bones of a mastodon, which he and his son Rembrandt later mounted for display. This striking painting illustrates the elaborate excavation, with the apparatus in the center removing earth from the pit where the bones lie buried. Peale supervises at right. The fascination of the subject lay in its proof of Ame rica’s long early history.

Elizabeth Graham’s Embroidery Map

This Plan of the City of Washington (1800–1803) was worked in silk embroidery on linen by Elizabeth Graham, of Baltimore, Mary land, when she was about thirteen. The plan of the new capital city was originally designed by Pierre L’Enfant in 1791 and engraved by James Thackara and John Vallance in 1792. Graham decorated the map with oval cartouches showing George Washington and the "gures of Justice, Hope, and Liberty, combining patriotic themes with the decorative arts.

Christopher Columbus arrives in the Bahamas; between 4 and 7 million Native American peoples estimated in present-day United States, including Alaska (1492) Bartolomé de las

Casas petitions Spanish crown to improve treatment of Native American peoples (1514)

First printing press in the Americas set up in Mexico City; Hernando de Soto invades Florida (1539)

Reign of Elizabeth I, patron of English explorers (1558– 1603)

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Mayflower drops anchor in Plymouth Harbor (1620)

Anne Hutchinson banished from Bay Colony for challenging Puritan beliefs (1638)

William Penn founds Pennsylvania (1681)

Salem witch trials (1692) Vitus Bering discovers Alaska (1741)

Boston Tea Party (1773)

Declaration of Independence (1776)

George Washington elected first president (1789)

United States buys Louisiana Territory from France (1803)

Literature to 1820

Bartolomé de las Casas (1474–1566)

Christopher Columbus (1451–1506)

Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca (c. 1490–1558)

William Bradford (1590–1657)

Thomas Morton (c. 1579–1647)

John Smith ( 1580–1631)

John Winthrop (1588–1649)

Roger Williams (c. 1603–1683)

Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612–1672)

Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)

Mary Rowlandson (c. 1636–1711)

Edward Taylor (c. 1642–1729)

Samuel Sewall (1652–1730)

Cotton Mather (1663–1728)

Jonathan Edwards (1703–1758)

Benjamin Franklin (1706–1790)

Samson Occom (1723–1792)

J. Hector St. John de Crèvecoeur (1735–1813)

John Adams (1735–1826) and Abigail Adams (1744–1818)

Thomas Paine (1737–1809)

Annis Boudinot Stockton (1736–1801)

Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826)

Olaudah Equiano (1745?–1797)

Philip Freneau (1752–1832)

Judith Sargent Murray (1751–1820)

Phillis Wheatley (c. 1753–1784)

Royall Tyler (1757–1826)

Charles Brockden Brown (1771–1810)

Washington Irving (1783–1859)

Hannah Webster Foster (1758–1840)

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Christopher Columbus arrives in the Bahamas; between 4 and 7 million Native American peoples estimated in present-day United States, including Alaska (1492)

Bartolomé de las Casas petitions Spanish crown to improve treatment of Native American peoples (1514)

First printing press in the Americas set up in Mexico City; Hernando de Soto invades Florida (1539)

Reign of Elizabeth I, patron of English explorers (1558– 1603)

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Anne Hutchinson banished from Bay Colony for challenging Puritan beliefs (1638)

William Penn founds Pennsylvania (1681)

Salem witch trials (1692) Vitus Bering discovers Alaska (1741)

Boston Tea Party (1773)

Declaration of Independence (1776)

George Washington elected first president (1789)

United States buys Louisiana Territory from France (1803)

Literature to 1820

Bartolomé de las Casas (1474–1566)

Christopher Columbus (1451–1506)

Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca (c. 1490–1558)

William Bradford (1590–1657)

Thomas Morton (c. 1579–1647)

John Smith ( 1580–1631)

John Winthrop (1588–1649)

Roger Williams (c. 1603–1683)

Anne Bradstreet (c. 1612–1672)

Michael Wigglesworth (1631–1705)

Mary Rowlandson (c. 1636–1711)

Edward Taylor (c. 1642–1729)

Samuel Sewall (1652–1730)

Cotton Mather (1663–1728)

Jonathan Edwards (1703–1758)

Benjamin Franklin (1706–1790)

Samson Occom (1723–1792)

J. Hector St. John de Crèvecoeur (1735–1813)

John Adams (1735–1826) and Abigail Adams (1744–1818)

Thomas Paine (1737–1809)

Annis Boudinot Stockton (1736–1801)

Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826)

Olaudah Equiano (1745?–1797)

Philip Freneau (1752–1832)

Judith Sargent Murray (1751–1820)

Phillis Wheatley (c. 1753–1784)

Royall Tyler (1757–1826)

Charles Brockden Brown (1771–1810)

Washington Irving (1783–1859)

Hannah Webster Foster (1758–1840)

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THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF

AMERICAN LITERATURE

NINTH EDITION

VOLUME B : 1820 – 1865

V O L U M E A American Lit er a ture, Beginnings to 1820 • GUSTAFSON

V O L U M E B American Lit er a ture 1820–1865 • LEVINE

V O L U M E C American Lit er a ture 1865–1914 • ELLIOTT

V O L U M E D American Lit er a ture 1914–1945

LOEFFELHOLZ

V O L U M E E American Lit er a ture since 1945

HUNGERFORD

Michael A. Elliott PROFESSOR OF EN GLISH AND AMERICAN STUDIES

EMORY UNIVERSITY

Sandra M. Gustafson PROFESSOR OF EN GLISH AND AMERICAN STUDIES

UNIVERSITY OF NOTRE DAME

Amy Hungerford PROFESSOR OF EN GLISH AND AMERICAN STUDIES

AND DIRECTOR OF THE DIVISION OF THE HUMANITIES

YALE UNIVERSITY

Mary Loeffelholz PROFESSOR OF EN GLISH

NORTHEASTERN UNIVERSITY

B W • W • N O R T O N & C O M P A N Y

N E W Y O R K • L O N D O N

THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF

AMERICAN LITERATURE

NINTH ED IT ION

Robert S. Levine, General Editor professor of en glish and

distinguished university professor and distinguished scholar- teacher

University of Mary land, College Park

VOLUME B : 1 820 – 1865

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Contents

Preface xvii acknowledgments xxix

American Lit er a ture 1820–1865

introduction 3 timeline 22

Washington Irving (1783–1859) 25 The Author’s Account of Himself 27 Rip Van Winkle 29 The Legend of Sleepy Hollow 41

James Fenimore Cooper (1789–1851) 62 The Pioneers 64

Volume II, Chapter II [The Judge’s History of the Settlement; A Sudden Storm] 65 Volume II, Chapter III [The Slaughter of the Pigeons] 72

The Last of the Mohicans 79 Volume I, Chapter III [Natty Bumppo and Chingachgook; Stories of the Fathers] 80

Catharine Maria Sedgwick (1789–1867) 86 Hope Leslie 88

Volume I, Chapter IV [Magawisca’s History of “The Pequod War”] 89 Volume II, Chapter XIV [Magawisca’s Farewell] 102

Lydia Howard Huntley Sigourney (1791–1865) 106 Death of an Infant 107 To the First Slave Ship 108 Indian Names 109 Slavery 111 Our Aborigines 112 Fallen Forests 113

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Erin’s Daughter 114 Two Old Women 115

William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878) 116 Thanatopsis 117 To a Waterfowl 119 Sonnet— To an American Painter Departing for Eu rope 120 The Prairies 121 The Death of Lincoln 123

William Apess (1798–1839) 124 A Son of the Forest 126

Chapter I 126 Chapter III 130

An Indian’s Looking- Glass for the White Man 135

Jane Johnston Schoolcraft (1800–1842) 140 Sweet Willy 141 To the Pine Tree 142 Lines Written at Castle Island, Lake Superior 143 Moowis, the Indian Coquette 144 The Little Spirit, or Boy- Man 145

Lydia Maria Child (1802–1880) 147 The Quadroons 149 Letters from New- York 157

Letter XIV [Burying Ground of the Poor] 157 Letter XX [Birds] 161 Letter XXXIV [ Women’s Rights] 166 Letter XXXVI [Barnum’s American Museum] 171

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882) 178 Nature 181 The American Scholar 210 The Divinity School Address 223 Self- Reliance 236 The Poet 254 Experience 269 John Brown 285 Thoreau 287 Each and All 300 The Snow- Storm 301 Bacchus 302 Merlin 303 Brahma 306 Letter to Walt Whitman (July 21, 1855) 307

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native americans: removal and re sis tance 308

BLACK HAWK: From Life of Ma- ka- tai- me- she- kia- kiak, or Black Hawk 308

PETALESHARO: Speech of the Pawnee Chief 313 Speech of the Pawnee Loup Chief 315

ELIAS BOUDINOT: From the Cherokee Phoenix 316 The Cherokee Memorials 320

Memorial of the Cherokee Council, November 5, 1829 320 RALPH WALDO EMERSON: Letter to Martin Van Buren 325

Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804–1864) 328 My Kinsman, Major Molineux 332 Young Goodman Brown 345 WakeSeld 355 The May- Pole of Merry Mount 360 The Minister’s Black Veil 368 The Birth- Mark 377 The Artist of the Beautiful 389 Rappaccini’s Daughter 405 The Scarlet Letter 425 Preface to The House of the Seven Gables 569

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) 571 A Psalm of Life 573 The Slave Singing at Midnight 574 The Day Is Done 575 Evangeline, A Tale of Acadie 576

[Prologue] 576 The Jewish Cemetery at Newport 577 My Lost Youth 579 Hawthorne 581 The Cross of Snow 582

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892) 583 The Hunters of Men 584 Ichabod! 586 Snow- Bound: A Winter Idyl 587

Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849) 604 Sonnet— To Science 608 To Helen 608 Israfel 609 The City in the Sea 610 Alone 611 The Raven 612

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To — —. Ulalume: A Ballad 615 Annabel Lee 618 Ligeia 619 The Fall of the House of Usher 629 William Wilson. A Tale 642 The Man of the Crowd 656 The Masque of the Red Death 662 The Tell- Tale Heart 666 The Black Cat 670 The Purloined Letter 676 The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar 690 The Cask of Amontillado 696 The Philosophy of Composition 701 From The Poetic Princi ple 710

Abraham Lincoln (1809–1865) 712 A House Divided: Speech Delivered at SpringSeld, Illinois,

at the Close of the Republican State Convention, June 16, 1858 714 Address Delivered at the Dedication of the Cemetery at Gettysburg,

November 19, 1863 720 Second Inaugural Address, March 4, 1865 721

Margaret Fuller (1810–1850) 722 The Great Lawsuit 725 Review of Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave 760 Fourth of July 762 Things and Thoughts in Eu rope 764

Letter XVIII 764

slavery, race, and the making of american lit er a ture 769

Thomas Jefferson: From Notes on the State of Virginia 770 David Walker: From David Walker’s Appeal in Four Articles 773 Samuel E. Cornish and John B. Russwurm: To Our Patrons 777 William Lloyd Garrison: To the Public 780 Angelina E. Grimké: From Appeal to the Christian

Women of the South 783 Sojourner Truth: Speech to the Women’s Rights Convention

in Akron, Ohio, 1851 786 JAMES M. WHITFIELD: Stanzas for the First of August 787 Martin R. Delany: From Po liti cal Destiny of the Colored Race on

the American Continent 789

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Harriet Beecher Stowe (1811–1896) 792 Uncle Tom’s Cabin; or, Life among the Lowly 794

Volume I Chapter I. In Which the Reader Is Introduced to a Man of

Humanity 794 Chapter III. The Husband and Father 802 Chapter VII. The Mother’s Strug gle 805 Chapter IX. In Which It Appears That a Senator Is But a Man 815 Chapter XII. Select Incident of Lawful Trade 826 Chapter XIII. The Quaker Settlement 838 Chapter XIV. Evangeline 845

Volume II Chapter XX. Topsy 852 From Chapter XXVI. Death 863 Chapter XXX. The Slave Ware house 867 Chapter XXXI. The Middle Passage 875 Chapter XXXIV. The Quadroon’s Story 879 Chapter XL. The Martyr 887

Fanny Fern (Sarah Willis Parton) (1811–1872) 892 Aunt Hetty on Matrimony 894 Hungry Husbands 895 “Leaves of Grass” 896 Male Criticism on Ladies’ Books 899 “Fresh Leaves, by Fanny Fern” 900 A Law More Nice Than Just 901 Writing “Compositions” 903 Ruth Hall 905

Chapter LIV 905 Chapter LVI 907

Harriet Jacobs (c. 1813–1897) 909 Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl 910

I. Childhood 910 VII. The Lover 913 X. A Perilous Passage in the Slave Girl’s Life 917 XIV. Another Link to Life 921 XXI. The Loophole of Retreat 923 XLI. Free at Last 925

William Wells Brown (1814–1884) 931 From The Narrative of the Life and Escape of William Wells Brown 933

Clotel; or, The President’s Daughter 937 Chapter I. The Negro Sale 937 Chapter XXIV. The Arrest 943 Chapter XXV. Death Is Freedom 946

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Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862) 950 Re sis tance to Civil Government 953 Walden, or Life in the Woods 970 Slavery in Mas sa chu setts 1144 From A Plea for Captain John Brown 1155

Frederick Douglass (1818–1895) 1159 Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave,

Written by Himself 1163 My Bondage and My Freedom 1229

Chapter XVII. The Last Flogging 1229 What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July? 1236 The Heroic Slave 1239

Science and Technology in the Pre– Civil War Nation 1268

JACOB BIGELOW: From Ele ments of Technology 1269 NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS: From The Pencil of Nature. A New

Discovery 1272 CHARLES DICKENS: From American Notes for General Circulation 1274 HARRIET FARLEY: From Suicide 1277 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE: From American Note- Books 1281 ALEXANDER VON HUMBOLDT: From Cosmos 1282 EDGAR ALLAN POE: From Eureka: A Prose Poem 1285 JOSIAH C. NOTT and GEORGE R. GLIDDON: From Types of

Mankind 1289 FREDERICK DOUGLASS: From The Claims of the Negro, Ethnologically

Considered 1291

Walt Whitman (1819–1892) 1294 Preface to Leaves of Grass 1297 Inscriptions 1312

One’s- Self I Sing 1312 Shut Not Your Doors 1312

Song of Myself 1312 Children of Adam 1357

From Pent-up Aching Rivers 1357 A Woman Waits for Me 1358 Spontaneous Me 1360 Once I Pass’d through a Populous City 1361 Facing West from California’s Shores 1361

Calamus 1362 Whoever You Are Holding Me Now in Hand 1362 Trickle Drops 1363 Here the Frailest Leaves of Me 1363

Crossing Brooklyn Ferry 1364

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Sea- Drift 1368 Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking 1368 As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life 1373

By the Roadside 1375 When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer 1375 The Dalliance of the Eagles 1376

Drum- Taps 1376 Beat! Beat! Drums! 1376 Cavalry Crossing a Ford 1377 Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night 1377 A Sight in Camp in the Daybreak Gray and Dim 1378 As Toilsome I Wander’d Virginia’s Woods 1379 The Wound- Dresser 1379 Reconciliation 1381 As I Lay with My Head in Your Lap Camerado 1381 Spirit Whose Work Is Done 1382

Memories of President Lincoln 1382 When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d 1382

The Sleepers 1388 Whispers of Heavenly Death 1395

A Noiseless Patient Spider 1395 Letter to Ralph Waldo Emerson 1395 Live Oak, with Moss 1402 From Demo cratic Vistas 1406

Herman Melville (1819–1891) 1410 Hawthorne and His Mosses 1413 Moby- Dick 1426

Chapter I. Loomings 1426 Chapter III. The Spouter- Inn 1430 Chapter XXVIII. Ahab 1440 Chapter XXXVI. The Quarter- Deck 1443 Chapter XLI. Moby Dick 1448 Chapter XLII. The Whiteness of the Whale 1455 Chapter CXXXV. The Chase— Third Day 1461 Epilogue 1468

Bartleby, the Scrivener 1469 The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids 1495 Benito Cereno 1511 Battle- Pieces 1569

The Portent 1569 Dupont’s Round Fight 1569 A Utilitarian View of the Monitor’s Fight 1570 Shiloh 1571 The House- top 1571

John Marr and Other Sailors 1572 The Maldive Shark 1572

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Timeleon, Etc. 1573 Art 1573

Billy Budd, Sailor 1573

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper (1825–1911) 1630 Eliza Harris 1631 The Slave Mother 1632 Ethiopia 1633 The Tennessee Hero 1634 Bury Me in a Free Land 1635 Learning to Read 1636

John Rollin Ridge (1827–1867) 1638 From The Life and Adventures of Joaquín Murieta 1640

Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) 1654 39 [I never lost as much but twice - ] 1658 112 [Success is counted sweetest] 1658 122 [ These are the days when Birds come back - ] 1659 123 [Besides the Autumn poets sing] 1659 124 [Safe in their Alabaster Chambers - ] 1660 146 [All overgrown by cunning moss] 1660 194 [Title divine, is mine] 1661 202 [“Faith” is a Sne invention] 1661 207 [I taste a liquor never brewed - ] 1661 225 [I’m “wife” - I’ve Snished that - ] 1662 236 [Some keep the Sabbath going to Church - ] 1662 256 [The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune - ] 1663 259 [A Clock stopped - ] 1663 260 [I’m Nobody! Who are you?] 1664 269 [Wild nights - Wild nights!] 1664 279 [Of all the Souls that stand create - ] 1664 320 [ There’s a certain Slant of light] 1666 There’s a certain slant of light 1666 339 [I like a look of Agony] 1667 340 [I felt a Funeral, in my Brain] 1667 347 [I dreaded that Srst Robin, so] 1667 348 [I would not paint - a picture - ] 1668 353 [I’m ceded - I’ve stopped being Their’s - ] 1669 355 [It was not Death, for I stood up] 1669 359 [A Bird, came down the Walk - ] 1670 365 [I know that He exists] 1671 372 [ After great pain, a formal feeling comes - ] 1671 373 [This World is not conclusion] 1672 381 [I cannot dance opon my Toes - ] 1672 407 [One need not be a Chamber - to be Haunted - ] 1673 409 [The Soul selects her own Society - ] 1673 411 [Mine - by the Right of the White Election!] 1674

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446 [This was a Poet - ] 1674 448 [I died for Beauty - but was scarce] 1675 466 [I dwell in Possibility - ] 1675 475 [Myself was formed - a Carpenter - ] 1675 477 [He fumbles at your Soul] 1676 479 [ Because I could not stop for Death - ] 1676 518 [When I was small, a Woman died - ] 1677 519 [This is my letter to the World] 1678 545 [They dropped like Flakes - ] 1678 576 [The difference between Despair] 1678 588 [The Heart asks Plea sure - Srst - ] 1679 591 [I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - ] 1679 598 [The Brain - is wider than the Sky - ] 1679 600 [Her - last Poems - ] 1680 620 [Much Madness is divinest Sense - ] 1680 627 [I think I was enchanted] 1681 648 [I’ve seen a Dying Eye] 1681 656 [I started Early - Took my Dog - ] 1682 675 [What Soft - Cherubic Creatures - ] 1682 704 [My Portion is Defeat - today - ] 1683 706 [I cannot live with You - ] 1683 760 [Pain - has an Ele ment of Blank - ] 1685 764 [My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - ] 1685 788 [Publication - is the Auction] 1686 857 [She rose to His Requirement - dropt] 1686 935 [As imperceptibly as Grief] 1687 1096 [A narrow Fellow in the Grass] 1687 1108 [The Bustle in a House] 1688 1163 [A Spider sewed at Night] 1688 1212 [My Triumph lasted till the Drums] 1688 1263 [Tell all the truth but tell it slant - ] 1689 1353 [To pile like Thunder to it’s close] 1689 1454 [It sounded as if the Streets were running - ] 1689 1489 [A Route of Evanescence] 1690 1577 [The Bible is an antique Volume - ] 1690 1593 [He ate and drank the precious Words - ] 1690 1668 [Apparently with no surprise] 1691 1675 [Of God we ask one favor, that we may be forgiven - ] 1691 1715 [A word made Flesh is seldom] 1691 1773 [My life closed twice before it’s close] 1692 Letter Exchange with Susan Gilbert Dickinson on Poem 124 1692 Letters to Thomas Went worth Higginson 1694

April 15, 1862 1694 April 25, 1862 1695

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Rebecca Harding Davis (1831–1910) 1696 Life in the Iron- Mills 1698

Louisa May Alcott (1832–1888) 1725 My Contraband 1727 From Little Women 1742

Part Second. Chapter IV. Literary Lessons 1742

Selected Bibliographies B1 Permissions Acknowledgments B17 Index B19

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Preface to the Ninth Edition

The Ninth Edition of The Norton Anthology of American Lit er a ture is the Srst for me as General Editor; for the Eighth Edition, I served as Associate General Editor under longstanding General Editor Nina Baym. On the occasion of a new general editorship, we have undertaken one of the most extensive revisions in our long publishing history. Three new section editors have joined the team: Sandra M. Gustafson, Professor of En glish and Con- current Professor of American Studies at the University of Notre Dame, who succeeds Wayne Franklin and Philip Gura as editor of “American Lit er a ture, Beginnings to 1820”; Michael A. Elliott, Professor of En glish at Emory University, who succeeds Nina Baym, Robert S. Levine, and Jeanne Campbell Reesman as editor of “American Lit er a ture, 1865–1914”; and Amy Hungerford, Professor of En glish and American Studies at Yale Uni- versity, who succeeds Jerome Klinkowitz and Patricia B. Wallace as editor of “American Lit er a ture since 1945.” These editors join Robert S. Levine, editor of “American Lit er a ture, 1820–1865,” and Mary Loeffelholz, editor of “American Lit er a ture, 1914–1945.” Each editor, new or continuing, is a well- known expert in the relevant Seld or period and has ultimate responsi- bility for his or her section of the anthology, but we have worked closely from Srst to last to rethink all aspects of this new edition. Volume introduc- tions, author headnotes, thematic clusters, annotations, illustrations, and biblio graphies have all been updated and revised. We have also added a number of new authors, se lections, and thematic clusters. We are excited about the outcome of our collaboration and anticipate that, like the previous eight editions, this edition of The Norton Anthology of American Lit er a ture will continue to lead the Seld.

From the anthology’s inception in 1979, the editors have had three main aims: Srst, to pres ent a rich and substantial enough variety of works to enable teachers to build courses according to their own vision of American literary history (thus, teachers are offered more authors and more se lections than they will prob ably use in any one course); second, to make the anthol- ogy self- sufScient by featuring many works in their entirety along with extensive se lections for individual authors; third, to balance traditional interests with developing critical concerns in a way that allows for the com- plex, rigorous, and capacious study of American literary traditions. As early as 1979, we anthologized work by Anne Bradstreet, Mary Rowlandson, Sarah Kemble Knight, Phillis Wheatley, Margaret Fuller, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Frederick Douglass, Sarah Orne Jewett, Kate Chopin, Mary E. Wilkins Freeman, Booker T. Washington, Charles W. Chesnutt, Edith Wharton,

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W. E. B. Du Bois, and other writers who were not yet part of a standard canon. Yet we never shortchanged writers— such as Franklin, Emerson, Whitman, Hawthorne, Melville, Dickinson, Hemingway, Fitzgerald, and Faulkner— whose work many students expected to read in their American lit er a ture courses, and whom most teachers then and now would not think of doing without.

The so- called canon wars of the 1980s and  1990s usefully initiated a review of our understanding of American lit er a ture, a review that has enlarged the number and diversity of authors now recognized as contributors to the totality of American lit er a ture. The traditional writers look dif fer ent in this expanded context, and they also appear dif fer ent according to which of their works are selected. Teachers and students remain committed to the idea of the literary— that writers strive to produce artifacts that are both intellectually serious and formally skillful— but believe more than ever that writers should be understood in relation to their cultural and historical situations. We address the complex interrelationships between lit er a ture and history in the volume introductions, author headnotes, chronologies, and some of the footnotes. As in previous editions, we have worked with detailed suggestions from many teachers on how best to pres ent the authors and se lections. We have gained insights as well from the students who use the anthology. Thanks to questionnaires, face- to- face and phone discus- sions, letters, and email, we have been able to listen to those for whom this book is intended. For the Ninth Edition, we have drawn on the careful commentary of over 240 reviewers and reworked aspects of the anthology accordingly.

Our new materials continue the work of broadening the canon by repre- senting thirteen new writers in depth, without sacriScing widely assigned writers, many of whose se lections have been reconsidered, reselected, and expanded. Our aim is always to provide extensive enough se lections to do the writers justice, including complete works wherever pos si ble. Our Ninth Edition offers complete longer works, including Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter and Kate Chopin’s The Awakening, and such new and recently added works as Margaret Fuller’s The Great Lawsuit, Abraham Cahan’s Yekl: A Tale of the New York Ghetto, Nella Larsen’s Passing, Katherine Anne Por- ter’s Pale Horse, Pale Rider, Nathanael West’s The Day of the Locust, and August Wilson’s Fences. Two complete works— Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey into Night and Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire— are exclusive to The Norton Anthology of American Lit er a ture. Charles Brockden Brown, Louisa May Alcott, Upton Sinclair, and Junot Díaz are among the writers added to the prior edition, and to this edition we have introduced John Rollin Ridge, Constance Fenimore Woolson, George Saunders, and Natasha Tretheway, among others. We have also expanded and in some cases reconSgured such central Sgures as Franklin, Hawthorne, Dickinson, Twain, and Hemingway, offering new approaches in the headnotes, along with some new se lections. In fact, the headnotes and, in many cases, se lections for such frequently assigned authors as William Bradford, Wash- ington Irving, James Fenimore Cooper, William Cullen Bryant, Lydia Maria Child, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Har- riet Beecher Stowe, Mark Twain, William Dean Howells, Henry James, Kate Chopin, W. E. B. Du Bois, Edith Wharton, Willa Cather, and William

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Faulkner have been revised, updated, and in some cases entirely rewritten in light of recent scholarship. The Ninth Edition further expands its se lections of women writers and writers from diverse ethnic, racial, and regional backgrounds— always with attention to the critical acclaim that recognizes their contributions to the American literary rec ord. New and recently added writers such as Samson Occom, Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, John Rollin Ridge, and Sarah Winnemucca, along with the Sgures repre- sented in “Voices from Native Amer i ca,” enable teachers to bring early Native American writing and oratory into their syllabi, or should they pre- fer, to focus on these se lections as a freestanding unit leading toward the moment after 1945 when Native writers fully entered the mainstream of literary activity.

We are pleased to continue our popu lar innovation of topical gatherings of short texts that illuminate the cultural, historical, intellectual, and literary concerns of their respective periods. Designed to be taught in a class period or two, or used as background, each of the sixteen clusters consists of brief, carefully excerpted primary and (in one case) secondary texts, about six to ten per cluster, and an introduction. Diverse voices— many new to the anthology— highlight a range of views current when writers of a par tic u lar time period were active, and thus allow students better to understand some of the large issues that were being debated at par tic u lar historical moments. For example, in “Slavery, Race, and the Making of American Lit er a ture,” texts by David Walker, William Lloyd Garrison, Angelina Grimké, Sojourner Truth, James M. WhitSeld, and Martin R. Delany speak to the great paradox of pre– Civil War Amer i ca: the contradictory rupture between the realities of slavery and the nation’s ideals of freedom.

The Ninth Edition strengthens this feature with eight new and revised clusters attuned to the requests of teachers. To help students address the controversy over race and aesthetics in Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, we have revised a cluster in Volume C that shows what some of the leading critics of the past few de cades thought was at stake in reading and interpret- ing slavery and race in Twain’s canonical novel. New to Volume A is “American Lit er a ture and the Va ri e ties of Religious Expression,” which includes se lections by Elizabeth Ashbridge, John Woolman, and John Marrant, while Volume B offers “Science and Technology in the Pre– Civil War Nation.” Volume C newly features “Becoming American in the Gilded Age,” and we continue to include the useful “Modernist Manifestos” in Volume D. We have added to the popu lar “Creative NonSction” in Volume E new se lections by David Foster Wallace and Hunter S. Thompson, who join such writers as Jamaica Kincaid and Joan Didion.

The Ninth Edition features an expanded illustration program, both of the black-and-white images, 145 of which are placed throughout the vol- umes, and also of the color plates so popu lar in the last two editions. In select- ing color plates— from Elizabeth Graham’s embroidered map of Washington, D.C., at the start of the nineteenth century to Jeff Wall’s “After ‘Invisible Man’ ” at the beginning of the twenty- Srst— the editors aim to provide images relevant to literary works in the anthology while depicting arts and artifacts representative of each era. In addition, graphic works— segments from the colonial children’s classic The New- Eng land Primer and from Art Spiegelman’s canonical graphic novel, Maus, and a facsimile page of Emily

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Dickinson manuscript, along with the many new illustrations— open possi- bilities for teaching visual texts.

Period- by- Period Revisions

Volume A, Beginnings to 1820. Sandra M. Gustafson, the new editor of Volume A, has substantially revised the volume. Prior editions of Volume A were broken into two historical sections, with two introductions and a dividing line at the year 1700; Gustafson has dropped that artiScial divide to tell a more coherent and ^uid story (in her new introduction) about the variety of American lit er a tures during this long period. The volume continues to feature narratives by early Eu ro pean explorers of the North American continent as they encountered and attempted to make sense of the diverse cultures they met, and as they sought to justify their aim of claiming the territory for Eu ro pe ans. These are precisely the issues foregrounded by the revised cluster “First Encounters: Early Eu ro pean Accounts of Native Amer i ca,” which gathers writings by Hernán Cortés, Samuel de Champlain, Robert Juet, and others, including the newly added Thomas Harriot. In addition to the standing material from The Bay Psalm Book, we include new material by Roger Williams; additional poems by Annis Boudinot Stockton; Abigail Adams’s famous letter urging her husband to “Remember the Ladies”; an additional se lection from Olaudah Equiano on his post- emancipation travels; and Charles Brockden Brown’s “Memoirs of Carwin the Biloquist” (the complete “prequel” to his Srst novel, Wieland). We continue to offer the complete texts of Rowlandson’s enormously in^uential A Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson, Benjamin Frank- lin’s Autobiography (which remains one of the most compelling works on the emergence of an “American” self), Royall Tyler’s popu lar play The Con- trast, and Hannah Foster’s novel The Coquette, which uses a real- life trag- edy to meditate on the proper role of well- bred women in the new republic and testiSes to the existence of a female audience for the popu lar novels of the period. New to this volume is Washington Irving, a writer who looks back to colonial history and forward to Jacksonian Amer i ca. The inclu- sion of Irving in both Volumes A and B, with one key overlapping se lection, points to continuities and changes between the two volumes.

Five new and revised thematic clusters of texts highlight themes central to Volume A. In addition to “First Encounters,” we have included “Native American Oral Lit er a ture,” “American Lit er a ture and the Va ri e ties of Reli- gious Expression,” “Ethnographic and Naturalist Writings,” and “Native American Eloquence: Negotiation and Re sis tance.” “Native American Oral Lit er a ture” features creation stories, trickster tales, oratory, and poetry from a spectrum of traditions, while “Native American Eloquence” collects speeches and accounts by Canassatego and Native American women (both new to the volume), Pontiac, Chief Logan (as cited by Thomas Jefferson), and Tecumseh, which, as a group, illustrate the centuries- long pattern of initial peaceful contact between Native Americans and whites mutating into bitter and violent con^ict. This cluster, which focuses on Native Americans’ points of view, complements “First Encounters,” which focuses on Eu ro pean colonizers’ points of view. The Native American presence in the volume is further expanded with increased repre sen ta tion of Samson Occom, which

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includes an excerpt from his sermon at the execution of Moses Paul, and the inclusion of Sagoyewatha in “American Lit er a ture and the Va ri e ties of Religious Expression.” Strategically located between the Congregationalist Protestant (or late- Puritan) Jonathan Edwards and the Enlightenment Sg- ure Franklin, this cluster brings together works from the perspectives of the major religious groups of the early Amer i cas, including Quakerism (poems by Francis Daniel Pastorius; se lections from autographical narratives of Elizabeth Ashbridge and John Woolman), Roman Catholicism (poems by Sor Juana; two Jesuit Relations, with biographical accounts of Father Isaac Jogues and Kateri Tekakwitha), dissenting Protestantism (Marrant), Juda- ism (Rebecca Samuel), and indigenous beliefs (Sagoyewatha). The new cluster “Ethnographic and Naturalist Writings” includes writings by Sarah Kemble Knight and William Byrd, along with new se lections by Alexander Hamilton, William Bartram, and Hendrick Aupaumut. With this cluster, the new cluster on science and technology in Volume B, and a number of new se lections and revisions in Volumes C, D, and E, the Ninth Edition pays greater attention to the impact of science on American literary traditions.

Volume B, American Lit er a ture, 1820–1865. Under the editorship of Robert S. Levine, this volume over the past several editions has become more diverse. Included here are the complete texts of Emerson’s Nature, Hawthorne’s Scarlet Letter, Thoreau’s Walden, Douglass’s Narrative, Whit- man’s Song of Myself, Melville’s Benito Cereno and Billy Budd, Rebecca Harding Davis’s Life in the Iron Mills, and Margaret Fuller’s The Great Law- suit. At the same time, aware of the impor tant role of African American writers in the period, and the omnipresence of race and slavery as literary and po liti cal themes, we have recently added two major African American writers, William Wells Brown and Frances E. W. Harper, along with Doug- lass’s novella The Heroic Slave. Thoreau’s “Plea for Captain John Brown,” a generous se lection from Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin, and the cluster “Slavery, Race, and the Making of American Lit er a ture” also help remind students of how central slavery was to the literary and po liti cal life of the nation during this period. “Native Americans: Re sis tance and Removal” gathers oratory and writings—by Native Americans such as Black Hawk and whites such as Ralph Waldo Emerson— protesting Andrew Jackson’s ruthless national pol- icy of Indian removal. Newly added is a se lection from The Life and Adven- tures of Joaquín Murieta, by the Native American writer John Rollin Ridge. This potboiler of a novel, set in the new state of California, emerged from the debates that began during the Indian removal period. Through the Sg- ure of the legendary Mexican bandit Murieta, who Sghts back against white expansionists, Ridge responds to the vio lence encouraged by Jackson and subsequent white leaders as they laid claim to the continent. Po liti cal themes, far from diluting the literary imagination of American authors, served to inspire some of the most memorable writing of the pre–Civil War period.

Women writers recently added to Volume B include Lydia Huntley Sigourney, the Native American writer Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, and Louisa May Alcott. Recently added prose Sction includes chapters from Cooper’s Last of the Mohicans, Sedgwick’s Hope Leslie, and Melville’s Moby- Dick, along with Poe’s “The Black Cat” and Hawthorne’s “WakeSeld.”

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For the Srst time in the print edition, we include Melville’s “Hawthorne and His Mosses” as it appeared in the 1850 Literary World. Poetry by Emily Dickinson is now presented in the texts established by R. W. Franklin and includes a facsimile page from Fascicle 10. For this edition we have added several poems by Dickinson that were inspired by the Civil War. Other se lections added to this edition include Fanny Fern’s amusing sketch “Writ- ing ‘Compositions,’ ” the chapter in Frederick Douglass’s My Bondage and My Freedom on his re sis tance to the slave- breaker Covey, three poems by Melville (“Dupont’s Round Fight,” “A Utilitarian View of the Monitor’s Fight,” and “Art”), and Whitman’s “The Sleepers.”

Perhaps the most signiScant addition to Volume B is the cluster “Science and Technology in the Pre– Civil War Nation,” with se lections by the canoni- cal writers Charles Dickens, Edgar Allan Poe, and Frederick Douglass, by the scientists Jacob Bigelow and Alexander Humboldt, and by the editor- writer Harriet Farley. The cluster calls attention to the strong interest in science and technology throughout this period and should provide a rich context for reconsidering works such as Thoreau’s Walden and Melville’s “The Paradise of Bachelors and the Tartarus of Maids.” In an effort to under- score the importance of science and technology to Poe and Hawthorne in par tic u lar, we have added two stories that directly address these topics: Poe’s “The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar” and Hawthorne’s “The Artist of the Beautiful” (which reads nicely in relation to his “The Birth- Mark” and “Rappaccini’s Daughter”). Emerson, Whitman, and Dickinson are among the many other authors in Volume B who had considerable interest in science.

Volume C, American Lit er a ture, 1865–1914. Newly edited by Michael A. Elliott, the volume includes expanded se lections of key works, as well as new ones that illustrate how many of the strug gles of this period preSgure our own. In addition to complete longer works such as Twain’s Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Chopin’s The Awakening, James’s Daisy Miller, and Stephen Crane’s Maggie: A Girl of the Streets, the Ninth Edition now includes the complete text of Yekl: A Tale of the New York Ghetto, a highly in^uential novella of immigrant life that depicts the pressures facing newly arrived Jews in the nation’s largest metropolis. Also new is a substantial se lection from Sarah Orne Jewett’s The Country of the Pointed Firs, a mas- terpiece of literary regionalism that portrays a remote seaside community facing change.

Americans are still re^ecting on the legacy of the Civil War, and we have added two works approaching that subject from dif fer ent angles. Constance Fenimore Woolson’s “Rodman the Keeper” tells the story of a Union vet- eran who maintains a cemetery in the South. In “The Private History of a Campaign That Failed,” Mark Twain re^ects with wit and insight on his own brief experience in the war. In the Eighth Edition, we introduced a section on the critical controversy surrounding race and the conclusion of Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. That section remains as impor tant as ever, and new additions incorporate a recent debate about the value of an expur- gated edition of the novel.

We have substantially revised clusters designed to give students a sense of the cultural context of the period. New selections in “Realism and Natu- ralism” demonstrate what was at stake in the debate over realism, among

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them a feminist response from Charlotte Perkins Gilman. “Becoming Ameri- can in the Gilded Age,” a new cluster, introduces students to writing about wealth and citizenship at a time when the nation was undergoing transfor- mation. Se lections from one of Horatio Alger’s popu lar novels of economic uplift, Andrew Car ne gie’s “Gospel of Wealth,” and Charles W. Chesnutt’s “The Future American” together reveal how questions about the composi- tion of the nation both in^uenced the lit er a ture of this period and preSgured con temporary debates on immigration, cultural diversity, and the concentra- tion of wealth.

The turn of the twentieth century was a time of im mense literary diver- sity. “Voices from Native Amer i ca” brings together a variety of expressive forms— oratory, memoir, ethnography— through which Native Americans sought to represent themselves. It includes new se lections by Francis LaFlesche, Zitkala %a, and Chief Joseph. For the Srst time, we include the complete text of José Martí’s “Our Amer i ca,” in a new translation by Martí biographer Alfred  J. López. By instructor request, we have added Sction and nonSction by African American authors: Charles W. Chesnutt’s “Po’ Sandy,” Pauline Hopkins’s “Talma Gordon,” and expanded se lections from W. E. B. Du Bois’s Souls of Black Folk and James Weldon Johnson’s Autobiography of an Ex- Colored Man.

Volume D, American Lit er a ture 1914–1945. Edited by Mary Loeffelholz, Volume D offers a number of complete longer works— Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey into Night (exclusive to the Norton Anthology), William Faulkner’s As I Lay Dying, and Willa Cather’s My Ántonia. To these we have added Nella Larsen’s Passing, which replaces Quicksand, and Nathanael West’s The Day of the Locust. We added Passing in response to numerous requests from instructors and students who regard it as one of the most compelling treatments of racial passing in American lit er a ture. The novel also offers rich descriptions of the social and racial geographies of Chicago and New York City. West’s darkly comic The Day of the Locust similarly offers rich descriptions of the social and racial geography of Los Angeles. West’s novel can at times seem bleak and not “po liti cally correct,” but in many ways it is the Srst great American novel about the Slm industry, and it also has much to say about the growth of California in the early de cades of the twentieth century. New se lections by Zora Neale Hurston (“Sweat”) and John Steinbeck (“The Chrysanthemums”) further contribute to the vol- ume’s exploration of issues connected with racial and social geographies.

Se lections by Ezra Pound, T. S. Eliot, Marianne Moore, Hart Crane, and Langston Hughes encourage students and teachers to contemplate the inter- relation of modernist aesthetics with ethnic, regional, and popu lar writing. In “Modernist Manifestos,” F. T. Marinetti, Mina Loy, Ezra Pound, Willa Cather, William Carlos Williams, and Langston Hughes show how the man- ifesto as a form exerted a power ful in^uence on international modernism in all the arts. Another illuminating cluster addresses central events of the modern period. In “World War I and Its Aftermath,” writings by Ernest Hemingway, Gertrude Stein, Jessie Redmon Fauset, and others explore sharply divided views on the U.S. role in World War I, as well as the radicalizing effect of modern warfare— with 365,000 American casualties—on con- temporary writing. We have added to this edition a chapter from Heming-

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way’s Srst novel, The Sun Also Rises, which speaks to the impact of the war on sexuality and gender. Other recent and new additions to Volume D include Faulkner’s popu lar “A Rose for Emily,” Katherine Anne Porter’s novella Pale Horse, Pale Rider, Gertrude Stein’s “Objects,” Marianne Moore’s ambitious longer poem “Marriage,” poems by Edgar Lee Masters and Edwin Arlington Robinson, and Jean Toomer’s “Blood Burning Moon.”

Volume E, American Lit er a ture, 1945 to the Pres ent. Amy Hungerford, the new editor of Volume E, has revised the volume to pres ent a wider range of writing in poetry, prose, drama, and nonSction. As before, the vol- ume offers the complete texts of Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire (exclusive to this anthology), Arthur Miller’s Death of a Salesman, Allen Ginsberg’s Howl, Sam Shepard’s True West, August Wilson’s Fences, David Mamet’s Glengarry Glen Ross, and Louise Glück’s long poem October. A se lection from Art Spiegelman’s prize- winning Maus opens possibilities for teaching the graphic novel. We also include teachable stand- alone seg- ments from in^uential novels by Saul Bellow (The Adventures of Augie March) and Kurt Vonnegut (Slaughterhouse- Five), and, new to this edition, Jack Kerouac (On the Road) and Don DeLillo (White Noise). The se lection from one of DeLillo’s most celebrated novels tells what feels like a con- temporary story about a nontraditional family navigating an environmental disaster in a climate saturated by mass media. Three newly added stories— Patricia Highsmith’s “The Quest for Blank Claveringi,” Philip  K. Dick’s “Precious Artifact,” and George Saunders’s “CivilWarLand in Bad Decline”— reveal the impact of science Sction, fantasy, horror, and (especially in the case of Saunders) mass media on literary Sction. Also appearing for the Srst time are Edward P. Jones and Lydia Davis, con temporary masters of the short story, who join such short Sction writers as Ann Beattie and Junot Díaz. Recognized literary Sgures in all genres, ranging from Robert Penn Warren and Elizabeth Bishop to Leslie Marmon Silko and Toni Morrison, continue to be richly represented. In response to instructors’ requests, we now include Flannery O’Connor’s “A Good Man Is Hard to Find” and James Baldwin’s “Sonny’s Blues.”

One of the most distinctive features of twentieth- and twenty- Srst- century American lit er a ture is a rich vein of African American poetry. This edition adds two con temporary poets from this living tradition: Natasha Trethewey and Tracy K. Smith. Trethewey’s se lections include personal and historical elegies; Smith draws on cultural materials as diverse as David Bowie’s music and the history of the Hubble Space Telescope. These writers join African American poets whose work has long helped deSne the anthology— Rita Dove, Gwendolyn Brooks, Robert Hayden, Audre Lorde, and others.

This edition gives even greater exposure to literary and social experimen- tation during the 1960s, 1970s, and beyond. The work of two avant- garde playwrights joins “Postmodern Manifestos” (which pairs nicely with “Mod- ernist Manifestos” in Volume D). Introduced to the anthology through their short, challenging pieces, Charles Ludlam and Richard Foreman cast the mechanics of per for mance in a new light. Reading their thought pieces in relation to the volume’s complete plays helps raise new questions about how the seemingly more traditional dramatic works engage structures of time, plot, feeling, and spectatorship. To our popu lar cluster “Creative NonSction”

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we have added a new se lection by Joan Didion, from “Slouching Towards Bethlehem,” which showcases her revolutionary style of journalism as she comments on experiments with public per for mance and communal living during the 1960s. A new se lection from David Foster Wallace in the same cluster pushes reportage on the Maine Lobster Festival into philosophical inquiry: how can we fairly assess the pain of other creatures? This edition also introduces poet Frank Bidart through his most famous work— Ellen West—in which the poet uses experimental forms of verse he pioneered during the 1970s to speak in the voice of a woman battling anorexia. Stand- ing authors in the anthology, notably John Ashbery and Amiri Baraka, Sll out the volume’s survey of radical change in the forms, and social uses, of literary art.

We are delighted to offer this revised Ninth Edition to teachers and stu- dents, and we welcome your comments.

Additional Resources from the Publisher

The Ninth Edition retains the paperback splits format, popu lar for its ^ex- ibility and portability. This format accommodates the many instructors who use the anthology in a two- semester survey, but allows for mixing and matching the Sve volumes in a variety of courses or ga nized by period or topic, at levels from introductory to advanced. We are also pleased to offer the Ninth Edition in an ebook format. The Digital Anthologies include all the content of the print volumes, with print- corresponding page and line numbers for seamless integration into the print- digital mixed classroom. Annotations are accessible with a click or a tap, encouraging students to use them with minimal interruption to their reading of the text. The e- reading platform facilitates active reading with a power ful annotation tool and allows students to do a full- text search of the anthology and read online or off. The Digital Editions can be accessed from any computer or device with an Internet browser and are available to students at a frac- tion of the print price at digital . wwnorton . com / americanlit9pre1865 and digital . wwnorton . com / americanlit9post1865. For exam copy access to the Digital Editions and for information on making the Digital Editions available through the campus bookstore or packaging the Digital Editions with the print anthology, instructors should contact their Norton representative.

To give instructors even more ^exibility, Norton is making available the full list of 254 Norton Critical Editions. A Norton Critical Edition can be included for free with either package (Volumes A and B; Volumes C, D, E) or any indi- vidual split volume. Each Norton Critical Edition gives students an authorita- tive, carefully annotated text accompanied by rich contextual and critical materials prepared by an expert in the subject. The publisher also offers the much- praised guide Writing about American Lit er a ture, by Karen Gocsik (University of California– San Diego) and Coleman Hutchison (University of Texas– Austin), free with either package or any individual split volume.

In addition to the Digital Editions, for students using The Norton Anthol- ogy of American Lit er a ture, the publisher provides a wealth of free resources at digital . wwnorton . com / americanlit9pre1865 and digital . wwnorton . com / americanlit9post1865. There students will Snd more than seventy reading- comprehension quizzes on the period introductions and widely taught works

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with extensive feedback that points them back to the text. Ideal for self- study or homework assignments, Norton’s sophisticated quizzing engine allows instructors to track student results and improvement. For over thirty works in the anthology, the sites also offer Close Reading Workshops that walk students step- by- step through analy sis of a literary work. Each workshop prompts students to read, reread, consider contexts, and answer questions along the way, making these perfect assignments to build close- reading skills.

The publisher also provides extensive instructor- support materials. New to the Ninth Edition is an online Interactive Instructor’s Guide at iig.wwnorton .com/americanlit9/full. Invaluable for course preparation, this resource pro- vides hundreds of teaching notes, discussion questions, and suggested resources from the much-praised Teaching with The Norton Anthology of American Literature: A Guide for Instructors by Edward Whitley (Lehigh University). Also at this searchable and sortable site are quizzes, images, and lecture PowerPoints for each introduction, topic cluster, and twenty-Sve widely taught works. A PDF of Teaching with NAAL is available for download at wwnorton.com/instructors.

Fi nally, Norton Coursepacks bring high- quality digital media into a new or existing online course. The coursepack includes all the reading compre- hension quizzes (customizable within the coursepack), the Writing about Lit er a ture video series, a bank of essay and exam questions, bulleted sum- maries of the period introductions, and “Making Connections” discussion or essay prompts to encourage students to draw connections across the anthology’s authors and works. Coursepacks are available in a variety of formats, including Blackboard, Canvas, Desire2Learn, and Moodle, at no cost to instructors or students.

Editorial Procedures

As in past editions, editorial features— period introductions, headnotes, annotations, and biblio graphies— are designed to be concise yet full and to give students necessary information without imposing a single interpreta- tion. The editors have updated all apparatus in response to new scholar- ship: period introductions have been entirely or substantially rewritten, as have many headnotes. All selected biblio graphies and each period’s general- resources biblio graphies, categorized by Reference Works, Histories, and Literary Criticism, have been thoroughly updated. The Ninth Edition retains three editorial features that help students place their reading in historical and cultural context— a Texts/Contexts timeline following each period introduction, a map on the front endpaper of each volume, and a chrono- logical chart, on the back endpaper, showing the lifespans of many of the writers anthologized.

Whenever pos si ble, our policy has been to reprint texts as they appeared in their historical moment. There is one exception: we have modernized most spellings and (very sparingly) the punctuation in Volume A on the princi ple that archaic spellings and typography pose unnecessary prob lems for beginning students. We have used square brackets to indicate titles sup- plied by the editors for the con ve nience of students. Whenever a portion of a text has been omitted, we have indicated that omission with three asterisks. If the omitted portion is impor tant for following the plot or argument, we give

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a brief summary within the text or in a footnote. After each work, we cite the date of Srst publication on the right; in some instances, the latter is followed by the date of a revised edition for which the author was respon- sible. When the date of composition is known and differs from the date of publication, we cite it on the left.

The editors have beneSted from commentary offered by hundreds of teachers throughout the country. Those teachers who prepared detailed critiques, or who offered special help in preparing texts, are listed under Acknowl edgments, on a separate page. We also thank the many people at Norton who contributed to the Ninth Edition: Julia Reidhead, who super- vised the Ninth Edition; Marian Johnson, managing editor, college; Carly Fraser Doria, media editor; Kurt Wildermuth, Michael Fleming, Harry Haskell, Candace Levy, manuscript editors; Rachel Taylor and Ava Bramson, assistant editors; Sean Mintus, production man ag er; Cat Abelman, photo editor; Julie Tesser, photo researcher; Debra Morton Hoyt, art director; Tiani Kennedy, cover designer; Megan Jackson Schindel, permissions man ag er; and Margaret Gorenstein, who cleared permissions. We also wish to acknowledge our debt to the late George P. Brockway, former presi- dent and chairman at Norton, who in ven ted this anthology, and to the late M. H. Abrams, Norton’s advisor on En glish texts. All have helped us create an anthology that, more than ever, testiSes to the continuing rich- ness of American literary traditions.

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Acknowl edgments

Among our many critics, advisors, and friends, the following were of espe- cial help toward the preparation of the Ninth Edition, either with advice or by providing critiques of par tic u lar periods of the anthology: Melissa Adams- Campbell (Northern Illinois University); Rolena Adorno (Yale Uni- versity); Heidi Ajrami (Victoria College); Simone A. James Alexander (Seton Hall University); Brian Anderson (Central Piedmont Community College); Lena Andersson (Fulton- Montgomery Community College); Marilyn Judith Atlas (Ohio University); Sylvia Baer (Gloucester County College); George H. Bailey (Northern Essex Community College); Margarita T. Barceló (MSU Denver); Peter Bellis (University of Alabama– Birmingham); Randall Blan- kenship (Valencia College); Susanne BloomSeld (University of Nebraska– Kearney); David Bordelon (Ocean County College); Patricia Bostian (Central Piedmont Community College); Maria Brandt (Monroe Commu- nity College); Tamara Ponzo Brattoli (Joliet Ju nior College); Joanna Brooks (San Diego State University); David Brottman (Iowa State University); Arthur Brown (University of Evansville); Martin Brückner (University of Delaware); Judith Budz (Fitchburg State University); Dan Butcher (Univer- sity of Alabama– Birmingham); Maria J. Cahill (Edison State College); Ann Cameron (Indiana University– Kokomo); Brad Campbell (Cal Poly); Mark Canada (University of North Carolina– Pembroke); Gerry Canavan (Mar- quette University); Ann Capel (Gadsden State Community College, Ayers Campus); Elisabeth Ceppi (Portland State University); Tom Cerasulo (Elms College); Mark Cirino (University of Evansville); Josh Cohen (Emory Uni- versity); Matt Cohen (University of Texas– Austin); William Corley (Cal Poly Pomona and U.S. Naval Acad emy); David Cowart (University of South Carolina); Paul Crumbley (Utah State University); Ryan Cull (New Mexico State University); Sue Currell (University of Sussex); Kathleen Danker (South Dakota State University); Clark Davis (University of Denver); Eve Davis ( Virginia Union University); Matthew  R. Davis (University of Wisconsin– Stevens Point); Laura Dawkins (Murray State University); Bruce J. Degi (Metropolitan State University of Denver); Jerry DeNuccio (Graceland University); Lisa DeVries (Victoria College); Lorraine C. DiCicco (King’s University College); Joshua  A. Dickson (SUNY Jefferson); Rick Diguette (Georgia Perimeter College); Raymond  F. Dolle (Indiana State University); James Donelan (UC Santa Barbara); Clark Draney (College of Southern Idaho); John Dudley (University of South Dakota); Sara Eaton (North Central College); Julia Eichelberger (College of Charleston); Marilyn Elkins (California State University– Los Angeles); Sharyn Emery (Indiana

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University Southeast); Hilary Emmett (University of East Anglia); Terry Engebresten (Idaho State University); Patrick Erben (University of West Georgia); Timothy J. Evans (College of William & Mary); Duncan Faherty (CUNY); Laura Fine (Meredith College); Daniel Fineman (Occidental Col- lege); Pat Gantt (Utah State University); Xiongya Gao (Southern University at New Orleans); Becky Jo Gesteland (Weber State University); Paul Gilmore (Rutgers University); Len Gougeon (University of Scranton); Carey Goyette (Clinton Community College); Sarah Graham (University of Leicester); Alan Gravano (Marshall University); James N. Green (Library Com pany of Philadelphia); Laura Morgan Green (Northeastern University); John Gruesser (Kean University); Bernabe  G. Gutierrez (Laredo Community College); Julia Hans (Fitchburg State University); Stephanie Hawkins (Uni- versity of North Texas); Catherine F. Heath (Victoria College); Roger Hechy (SUNY Oneonta); Terry Heller (Coe College); Carl Herzig (St.  Ambrose University); Eric Heyne (University of Alaska– Fairbanks); Thomas Alan Holmes (East Tennessee State University); Greg Horn (Southwest Virginia Community College); Ruth  Y. Hsu (University of Hawaii– Manoa); Kate Huber ( Temple University); Zach Hutchins (Colorado State University); Thomas Irwin (University of Missouri– St. Louis); Elizabeth Janoski (Lack- awanna College); Andrew Jenkins (College of Central Florida); Luke Johnson (Mesabi Range College); Mark Johnson (San Jacinto College); Paul Jones (Ohio University); Roger Walton Jones (Ranger College); Jennifer Jordan- Henley (Roane State Community College); Mark Kamrath (University of Central Florida); Rachel Key (El Centro College); Julie H. Kim (Northeast- ern Illinois University); Vincent King (Black Hills State University); Denis Kohn (Baldwin Wallace University); Gary Konas (University of Wisconsin– La Crosse); Michael Kowalewski (Carleton College); Michael Lackey (University of Minnesota– Morris); Jennifer Ladino (University of Idaho); Thomas W. LaFleur (Laredo Community College); Andrew Lanham (Yale University); Christopher Leise (Whitman College); Beth Leishman (Northwest MS Community College); Jennifer Levi (Cecil College); Alfred J. López (Purdue University); Paul Madachy (Prince George’s Community College); Etta Madden (Missouri State University); Marc Malandra (Biola University); David Malone (Union University); Matt Martin (Wesleyan College); Stephen Mathewson (Central New Mexico Community College); Liz Thompson Mayo (Jackson State Community College); David McCracken (Coker College); Kathleen McDonald (Norwich University); John McGreevy (Uni- versity of Notre Dame); Dana McMichael (Abilene Christian University); Sandra Measels (Holmes Community College); Eric Mein (Normandale Community College); Christine Mihelich (Marywood University); Deborah M. Mix (Ball State University); Aaron Moe (Washington State University); Joelle Moen (Brigham Young University– Idaho); Lisa Muir (Wilkes Com- munity College); Lori Muntz (Iowa Wesleyan College); Justine Murison (University of Illinois); Jillmarie Murphy (Union College); Harold Nelson (Minot State University); Howard Nelson (Cayuga Community College); Lance Newman (Westminster College); Taryn Okuma (The Catholic Univer- sity of Amer i ca); Stanley Orr (University of Hawai’i– West O’ahu); Samuel Otter (University of California–Berkeley); Susan Scott Parrish (University of Michigan); Martha H. Patterson (McKendree University); Michelle Paulsen (Victoria College); Daniel G. Payne (SUNY Oneonta); Ian Peddie (Georgia

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THE NORTON ANTHOLOGY OF

AMERICAN LITERATURE

! NINTH EDITION

VOLUME B : 1820 – 1865

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American Lit er a ture 1820–1865

AN AMERICAN RENAISSANCE?

T his volume of The Norton Anthology of Ameri-can Lit er a ture pres ents works by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Edgar Allan Poe, Frederick Douglass, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Herman Melville, Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, Henry David Thoreau, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and their contemporaries— the writers generally regarded as central to our understand- ing of American literary traditions from the nineteenth century to the pres ent day. The writers in this volume, particularly those who began publishing after 1830, are often celebrated as a group for having sparked a literary re nais sance that helped American writing to achieve its Srst signiScant maturity. But the authors of this period were not always valued so highly by literary his- torians. In the early de cades of the twentieth century, American lit er a ture was generally not taught in Ameri- can universities, or else it was taught in subordinate relation to En glish lit er a ture, which was viewed as hav- ing an inSnitely superior literary tradition. Among the impor tant critical books that helped change this situa- tion was F. O. Matthiessen’s American Re nais sance: Art and Expression in the Age of Emerson and Whitman (1941). Matthiessen gave American lit er a ture what had always been integral to the study of En glish lit er a ture: a Re nais sance. Eng land may have had Spenser, Shake- speare, and Donne, but Amer i ca, Matthiessen pro- claimed, had Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Melville, and Whitman. According to Matthiessen, the “Re nais- sance” was inspired during the 1830s by the writings of Emerson and came into its own in the 1850s with such

George Innes, The Lackawanna Valley (detail), 1855. For more information about this painting, see the color insert in this volume.

major works as Hawthorne’s The Scarlet Letter (1850), Melville’s Moby- Dick (1851), Thoreau’s Walden (1854), and Whitman’s Leaves of Grass (1855). These and other key texts have an impor tant place in this anthology, which owes a large debt to mid- twentieth- century formulations of the literary sig- niScance of the antebellum period.

Nevertheless, over the past several de cades, the idea of an American Re nais sance has come under considerable challenge. For instance, critics have noted that Matthiessen and others who helped to establish American lit er a ture as a Seld of study tended to exclude the signiScant contributions of women and minority writers, especially African Americans, and conse- quently closed off consideration of the wide range of writing developing in the United States during this time. Matthiessen and those who followed in his wake over the next several de cades generally had little interest in popu- lar authors of the period, such as the poets Lydia Sigourney and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow or the novelists Fanny Fern and Harriet Beecher Stowe, and little interest as well in publications outside of Mas sa chu setts and New York. Recent critics have also faulted exponents of an American Re nais sance for failing to attend to slavery, immigration, and other po liti cal and social contexts, all of which had a signiScant in^uence on the writing of the time, and for overemphasizing the separateness of En glish and Amer- ican literary traditions, given that writers on both sides of the Atlantic were working in the same language and reading each other’s works.

And yet, granting all of the shortcomings of the concept of an American Re nais sance, one could say about the term what Benjamin Franklin in his Autobiography says about his efforts to subdue his pride: “Disguise it, strug gle with it, beat it down, sti^e it, mortify it as much as one pleases, it is still alive, and will every now and then peep out and show itself.” For better or worse, the notion of an American Re nais sance has continued to exert an enormous in^u- ence on the way that the lit er a ture of this period is understood, even though the idea of a literal re nais sance (or rebirth) makes little sense in relation to a national literary tradition that was still in the pro cess of coming into being.

The idea of an American Re nais sance has been so in^uential in part because the lit er a ture of this period truly was crucial to the development of American literary traditions, at once building on writings that had preceded it and point- ing to future possibilities. When this lit er a ture is viewed in much broader contexts and appreciated in its full complexity, its centrality to American liter- ary history becomes even more evident. But the lit er a ture of the 1830s through the 1850s, which is the focus of Matthiessen’s volume, cannot be disconnected from the de cades immediately preceding it, a time when many U.S. cultural commentators were calling on Americans to produce literary texts worthy of a great nation. The American literary re nais sance could be viewed retrospec- tively as a fulSllment of the repeated calls, from the 1770s on, for such an exemplary lit er a ture. Ironically, however, it was during the 1820s rather than the 1850s that critics of the time generally agreed that the United States had produced writers worthy of a great nation and agreed as well on the identity of its most impor tant writers— namely, Washington Irving, William Cullen Bryant, James Fenimore Cooper, and Catharine Maria Sedgwick. No such consensus existed in the 1850s, as writers like Melville, Thoreau, Whitman, and even Hawthorne had relatively small readerships, while Dickinson (who kept most of her poems in manuscript) was basically unknown. The 1820s

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can be seen as the Srst great culmination of American literary nationalism, a de cade that helped spawn the “Re nais sance” to come.

AMERICAN LITERARY NATIONALISM AND THE 1820s

From the moment of the successful outcome of the American Revolution, lit- erary nationalism had an impor tant place in the emergent culture of the new nation. Convinced that a sign of a great nation was the existence of a great national lit er a ture, patriotic writers of the early republic attempted to produce “American” works as quickly as pos si ble; such epic poems as Timothy Dwight’s The Conquest of Canaan (1785) and Joel Barlow’s The Columbiad (1807) can be seen as si mul ta neously bombastic and impressive achievements along these lines. From a dif fer ent but still highly nationalistic perspective, Charles Brockden Brown proclaimed in the preface to his 1799 novel Edgar Huntly that he would make use of native materials— “incidents of Indian hostility, and the perils of the western wilderness”—to show how the United States offers “themes to the moral painter” that “differ essentially from those which exist in Eu rope.” But even as writers of the early republic boldly sought to produce distinctively American works, there was a sense during the 1790s and early 1800s— a period haunted by the French Revolution’s Reign of Terror and the subsequent Napoleonic Wars— that American nationality was provi- sional, vulnerable, fragile. The War of 1812, which emerged from ongoing con^icts with Eng land, can therefore be seen as a war that, at least in part, spoke to Americans’ desires to put an end to national anxiety by in effect reenacting the American Revolution against Eng land and winning a victory once and for all. When En glish troops stormed the District of Columbia in 1814 and burned the Capitol and the White House, Americans’ grim sense of vulnerability was under- scored. But all that changed when Andrew Jackson’s out- numbered troops defeated the En glish army at New Orleans in 1815, shortly after a peace treaty had ofScially ended the second major war between the two nations. From New Orleans there emerged a national my thol ogy of the republican hero— the anti- aristocratic, antimonarchical

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Gen. Andrew Jackson: The Hero of New Orleans. Lithograph. New York. N. Currier, c. 1835–56. Courtesy of the Library of Congress, Prints and Photo graphs Division.

person from an obscure background— who incarnated the strengths and vir- tues of the U.S. nation. The immediate beneSciary of that my thol ogy, Andrew Jackson, would achieve further acclaim among his (white) contemporaries for Sghting the Indians in the southeastern region that would become the state of Florida in 1845. When he was eventually elected president in 1828, he was regarded as the incarnation of the demo cratic spirit of the age, despite being a slaveholder committed to removing Indians from the nation. Jacksonian demo cratic ideals, with all of their con^icts and contradictions, would have an enormous impact on the writing emerging in the United States over the next several de cades.

Well before 1828, however, the optimistic nationalism that found expres- sion after the War of 1812 led to renewed efforts to develop a distinctively American lit er a ture worthy of a demo cratic republic that sought to take its place among the great nations of the world. Calls for a new American lit er a- ture appeared regularly in the pages of the North American Review, an in^u- ential journal founded in Boston shortly after the war ended in 1815. In the journal’s November 1815 issue, for instance, the critic Walter Channing urged his countrymen to produce “a lit er a ture of our own,” even as he worried over the difSculties of developing such a lit er a ture in relation to En glish liter- ary traditions. As the critic Edward Tyrell Channing remarked in an 1816 issue of the journal, a national lit er a ture “ will have but feeble claims to excel- lence and distinction, when it stoops to put on foreign ornament and manner, and to adopt from other nations, images, allusions, and a meta phorical lan- guage, which are perfectly unmeaning and sickly out of their birth- place.” Similarly, in his 1818 An Essay on American Poetry, the critic Solyman Brown asserted that Americans could not claim to have won the War of 1812 until that victory manifested itself in the production of a distinctively American lit er a ture: “The proudest freedom to which a nation can aspire, not excepting even po liti cal in de pen dence, is found in complete emancipation from literary thralldom.” From the perspective of British literary nationalists, such eman- cipation would be slow in coming, given that, as they regularly maintained, American lit er a ture would always be overshadowed and subsumed by the long literary tradition of the parent country. Making just such an argument, the En glish critic Sydney Smith, in an oft- quoted attack on American literary nationalists, sarcastically demanded in an 1820 issue of the Edinburgh Review: “In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book?” As it turned out, Smith posed his question at an inopportune moment, for Ameri- cans could gloatingly respond that thousands of people in the United States and Eng land were beginning to read American books. Not only were Charles Brockden Brown’s novels of the 1790s achieving a new popularity in Eng land but, right around the time of Smith’s attack, the publication of Irving’s The Sketch Book (1819–20), Bryant’s Poems (1821), and Cooper’s The Spy (1821) and The Pioneers (1823) suggested to many in the United States, Eng land, and elsewhere that a worthy American lit er a ture had begun to take its place among the lit er a tures of the more established nations.

It is worth underscoring, however, that during the 1820s Americans took pride in a lit er a ture that they regarded not necessarily as distinct from but rather in conversation with En glish literary traditions. Given the language that the countries shared, most American literary nationalists simply hoped that American writers could take their places alongside their British siblings

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or cousins. After all, literate Americans delighted in Spenser’s The Faerie Queen, Shakespeare’s plays, Milton’s Paradise Lost, the essays of Joseph Addison and Richard Steele, and the poetry of Alexander Pope; and in the early de cades of the nineteenth century they were reading the Romantic poets Words worth and Byron (among others) and, beginning in 1814 with the publication of Waverley, the historical novels of Walter Scott. Moreover, Irving’s The Sketch Book had impor tant sources in the essays of Addison and Steele; Bryant’s poetry had impor tant sources in Words worth; and Coo- per’s novels had impor tant sources in Scott. Cooper objected to being termed the “American Scott,” but the label would ultimately have been viewed as testimony to his novelistic mastery. For the most part, American writers of this time had a sophisticated understanding of their relationship to British and other literary traditions and would have regarded as nonsense the idea that they were expected to create a completely separate American lit er a ture.

They would also have regarded as nonsense the idea that American lit er- a ture should be uncritically patriotic. One of the more notable features of the acclaimed 1820s writings of Irving, Bryant, and Cooper (along with the writings of their contemporaries such as Sedgwick, Sigourney, and Lydia Maria Child) was just how critical these writings could be of early national culture. Much of Irving’s The Sketch Book is set in Eu rope, and though an often playfully ironic narrative voice of the American traveler holds the volume together, that persona is generally reverential toward the Eu ro pean historical past while casting a skeptical eye on a boastful U.S. nation that seems to have little interest in art and history. In his historical Sctions of that de cade, Cooper is similarly skeptical of U.S. claims to pro gress, pre- senting a demythiSed vision of the American Revolution in The Spy, and in The Pioneers depicting demo cratic energies as sometimes a threat to orderly government and the natu ral environment. In Cooper, as in Bryant, Sedg- wick, and other writers of the period, visions of historical pro gress were tem- pered by the notion, widely disseminated during the Enlightenment and beyond, that all mighty nations must eventually fall. At a time when Indian removal was becoming national policy on the basis that, as many Ameri- cans believed, the day of the Indian was over, Cooper and Bryant suggested in works like The Last of the Mohicans (1826) and “The Prairies” (1834) that the  U.S. nation was equally subject to the historical cycle of rise and decline. Taking a very dif fer ent perspective, the Native American writer William Apess argued that Indian removal displayed the intolerance and racism of a nation destined to remain mired in con^ict.

Adding to uncertainty about the future of the United States was the fact that the very shape, size, and demographic character of the nation were in ^ux. Jefferson’s acquisition of the Louisiana Territory from France in 1803 doubled the size of the nation’s total acreage, but its borders remained ill- deSned, and the purchase soon raised difScult questions about how to balance the admis- sion of free states and slave states in the expanding republic. The Missouri Compromise of 1820 appeared to resolve the po liti cal question by admitting Missouri as a slave state and Maine as a free state, and banning slavery in the northern reaches of the Louisiana Territory, but sectional con^ict on slavery, states’ rights, internal improvements, national tariffs, and other matters would continue to intensify in the wake of a compromise that was supposed to put an

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end to such con^icts. The assertion by South Carolina’s legislature in 1832 of its right to “nullify” federal policies was one among many signs of the lack of national consensus during the two de cades (1815–1835) that have been cele- brated by some historians as the era of good feelings.

Still, in the wake of the War of 1812, there was a shared belief among a num- ber of writers of the time that, as Brockden Brown had suggested back in the 1790s, the United States had the potential to develop a distinctive (though not separate) national lit er a ture. Authors such as Irving, Cooper, and Bryant placed a special emphasis on the importance of the natu ral landscape for the development of national character, Snding in the relatively unspoiled vast lands of the continent a nurturing ground for the spiritual growth of a nation that, they sometimes suggested, could possibly emerge as “better” than any of those of long- settled Eu rope. These writers shared the vision of the popu lar Hudson River landscape paint ers of the antebellum period, New Yorkers like Thomas Cole and Asher Durand, who regularly portrayed individuals dwarfed by mountains and forests in a vast and unsettled nature where God’s spirit could be apprehended. Cole may have identiSed republican decline as the ultimate historical real ity (see his 1836 The Course of Empire: Desolation in the color insert to this volume), but most writers and artists of the period, including Cole, imagined that decline as hundreds, if not thou- sands, of years away. The American literary nationalism of the 1820s, like the American literary nationalism of the 1790s, explored difScult ques- tions about the nation’s future, about its strengths and vulnerabilities, and about its character and potential as a demo cratic republic. But the emer- gence of internationally acclaimed writers like Irving, Bryant, and Cooper also helped open up new literary opportunities for American writers, even as they would continue to have to compete with En glish writers for markets and prestige.

THE LITERARY MARKETPLACE IN AN EXPANDING NATION

By the second de cade of the nineteenth century, Americans had easy access to con temporary British lit er a ture and criticism. Crossing the Atlantic on sailing ships and by the late 1830s on steamers, books or magazines Srst published in London could be distributed or republished almost immediately in the larger coastal cities— Boston, New York, Philadelphia, and Charleston. Volumes of poetry by the Scottish poet Robert Burns and by the En glish Romantics (Words worth, Coleridge, Byron, Shelley, Keats, and others), then Tennyson, and a little later Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Brown- ing were reprinted in the United States within months of their initial publi- cation. Sir Walter Scott’s historical novels were im mensely popu lar in the United States (as a young man, Hawthorne dreamed of becoming an Ameri- can Scott), and during the 1840s and 1850s crowds of Charles Dickens fans would congregate at the docks to greet steamships arriving in New York City with the latest installment of one of his serialized novels.

Geography and modes of transportation bore directly on publishing practices in the United States during this period. In 1800 there were few pub- lishing Srms; writers who wanted to publish a book generally took the hand-

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written manuscript to a local printer. They paid job rates to have it printed and made their own arrangements for distribution and sales, frequently hav- ing signed up committed purchasers beforehand in what was then called the “subscription” system. During the 1820s publishing centers began to develop in the major seaports, which could receive the latest British books by the fastest ships; these publishers shipped hastily reprinted copies inland by river trafSc. The leading publishing towns were New York and Philadel- phia; the Erie Canal, completed in 1825, gave New York an advantage in distributing books west to Ohio. Boston remained peripheral to the pub- lishing industry until railroad connections to the West developed during the 1840s. Despite the aggressive merchandizing techniques of a few Srms, a national market for American lit er a ture was slow to develop.

Besides the technical prob lems of book distribution across the nation’s huge expanse, economic interests of American publishers and booksellers were sometimes (but not always) antithetical to the interests of American writers. A national copyright law became effective in the United States in 1790, but not until 1891 did U.S. writers get international copyright protection and foreign writers receive similar protection in the United States. For most of the century, American publishers routinely pirated En glish writers, paying nothing to Scott, Dickens, and other popu lar writers for works sold widely in inexpensive editions throughout the United States. American readers beneSted from the situation, but the availability to publishers of texts that they did not have to purchase or pay royalties on made it perpetually difScult for U.S. writers to be paid for their work in their home country. As a result, there were relatively few professional authors in the United States before the Civil War. Bryant sup- ported himself as a newspaper editor; Hawthorne received vari ous po liti cal appointments over his lifetime; Emerson lived on a legacy from his Srst wife and on his well- compensated lectures; the Snancially struggling Melville spent the last several de cades of his life working in the New York custom house; for most of his career, Longfellow taught languages at Harvard.

To survive eco nom ically, some American writers attempted to line up con- tracts with British publishers. But Irving’s apparent conquest of the British publishing system, by which he received large sums for The Sketch Book and succeeding volumes, proved to be a short- term solution that worked mostly for Irving. Cooper and others followed in Irving’s path for a time and were paid by magnanimous British publishers under a system whereby works Srst printed in Great Britain were presumed to hold a British copyright. But this practice was ruled illegal by a British judge in 1849, making it even harder for American writers to stake a claim to the British market, though Melville and other writers continued to make the effort and occasionally met with success. Some of the American authors who did best in Eng land were antislavery writers, for the En glish apparently could not get enough of works that held their former colony up to shame. Frederick Douglass and William Wells Brown found a signiScant audience in Great Britain (the Srst African American novel, Wells Brown’s Clotel [1853], was published only in Eng land), and there were few writers more admired and widely read in Eng land than Harriet Beecher Stowe.

Nevertheless, authorship and publishing were far from moribund in the antebellum United States, and Hawthorne, for one, came to envy the sales

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Sgures of such popu lar women writers as Susan Warner, Maria Susanna Cummins, and Fanny Fern. (Cummins’s 1854  novel The Lamplighter, for instance, sold over one hundred thousand copies.) The period from 1820 to 1865 saw a dizzying growth in the nation’s population and territorial reach; dramatic technological developments that would allow publishers to bring out works in ever- greater numbers at ever- greater proSts; increasing urban- ization (which helped enlarge readership in key proStable markets); and the expansion of railroads, canals, and other forms of transportation that would allow for more extensive and eco nom ical forms of distribution. The nation’s population of approximately four million in 1790 jumped to thirty million by 1860, in part because of the massive emigration from Ireland and elsewhere in Eu rope that occurred during the 1840s and 1850s. Territorial space avail- able to this burgeoning population dramatically increased following the war with Mexico (1846–48), which, as a result of the 1848 Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, added 1.2 million square miles of land to the 1.8 million square miles that the nation held before the war; this is the area that would become Texas, California, Arizona, Nevada, and Utah, and parts of New Mexico, Colorado, and Wyoming. Beginning in the 1820s and continuing through the nineteenth century, there were ongoing efforts to connect and extend U.S. territory through the development of roads, canals, and railroads. Travel lit er- a ture to the West (or what we now call the Midwest), such as Caroline Kirk- land’s A New Home— Who’ll Follow? (1839) and Margaret Fuller’s Summer on the Lakes (1843), became an increasingly popu lar genre. Richard Henry Dana in Two Years before the Mast (1840) and Francis Parkman in The Ore- gon Trail (1849) would write popu lar accounts of their respective travels to the PaciSc Northwest. Dana’s and Parkman’s writings especially resonated with readers during the 1850s, the heyday of California immigration follow- ing the discovery of gold in California in the late 1840s.

There was also an increasing interest in urban writings, in large part because of the tremendous rise in the populations of Boston, Philadelphia, and New York brought about mostly by Irish immigration but also by an in^ux of native- born rural people to the cities from the farms, which suffered massive failures during the economic depression of the 1850s. Taken together, the growth of U.S. cities and the ongoing expansion of the nation’s territorial reach contributed to one of the most signiScant developments of the time for those writers aspiring to professional authorship: the dramatic growth of newspaper and magazine publishing from the early years of the nineteenth century to the 1860s. Between 1800 and 1825, approximately four hundred newspapers were founded, and that number went into the thousands by 1860. Before 1825 there were approximately a hundred magazines published in the United States; by 1850 there were about six hundred. More than the typical U.S. book publisher, the proliferating newspapers and magazines provided writers with forums for their poetry and Sction, along with personal essays, travel writing, po liti cal reportage, and other writings suitable for daily, weekly, and monthly presses. Poe, Sigourney, Fuller, Hawthorne, Fern, and many other writers worked on their craft and developed their reputations with the help of their periodical publications.

Among the most popu lar magazines of the time were the mass- market Graham’s and Godey’s Lady’s Book, both published in Philadelphia. Poe published stories and sketches in these journals, as did many women writ-

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ers. The Lady’s Book, in fact, though published by Louis  A. Godey, was edited for some forty years by the novelist and essayist Sarah J. Hale, whose editorial role in one of the major journals of the day points to the key place of women in the antebellum literary marketplace. Despite traditional notions that imaginative lit er a ture and creative writing could be harmful to women by overstimulating their imaginations and undermining their status as domestic beings, women found ways to enter the literary marketplace. Much writing by women of the antebellum period addressed domesticity head-on, sometimes, as with Fuller, criticizing the idea of separate cultural spheres for men and women; but more often, as with Stowe, showing how women could have an impact on the culture from within the home. But even with her emphasis on the cultural power of domesticity, Stowe, like Fuller, fully embraced the public sphere of authorship. Just about all of the women writers represented in this anthology made an impor tant mark on the peri- odical culture of the time, and some used their connections to magazines and newspapers to develop as professional authors who were able to live on earn- ings from their writings. Child, Fuller, Fern, and Rebecca Harding Davis all had newspaper columns, and Fern was paid lavishly for hers; Child and Fuller served as editors of journals. Stowe got her start as an antislavery reformer writing sketches and short stories for regional newspapers.

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“A Reading Party.” Plate from Godey’s Lady’s Book, 1846.

“RENAISSANCE,” REFORM, CONFLICT

Vari ous reform movements, such as antislavery, temperance, women’s rights, and even nativist anti- Catholicism (an extreme manifestation of Protestant evangelical reform), contributed to the proliferation of print during the antebellum period. As a theme and focus of cultural debate, reform emerged as a crucial constituent of the antebellum writings traditionally associated with the American Re nais sance. Recognizing the centrality of reform to his cultural moment, Emerson declared in “Man the Reformer” (1841) that “the doctrine of Reform had never such scope as at the pres ent hour.” Though he emphasized self- culture and personal reform over public initiatives, by the 1840s Emerson had begun to link himself to activist reform movements. In “Emancipation in the West Indies” (1844), for example, he called on the “ great masses of men” to take a larger role in opposing slavery, and he would remain Srmly committed to antislavery reform up to the time of the Civil War. He also offered occasional remarks on the value of temperance (one of the most popu lar reform movements of the antebellum period); and in 1855 he addressed a women’s rights convention in support of women’s suffrage, which he would continue to endorse.

Emersonian reform also had literary implications. Rejecting the literary nationalism of the 1820s as imitative and timid, Emerson in “The American Scholar” (1837) called on those Americans with a “love of letters” to “lead in a new age” of men “inspired by the Divine Soul which also inspires all men.” Trained as a Unitarian minister, Emerson had broken with the church by the time he began to publish his lectures and essays, having absorbed some of the major ideas of the Eu ro pean Romantics on the creative powers of the individ- ual mind, the regenerative value of nature, the limits of historical associations and traditions, and the stultifying effects of established institutions. Ironically, in “The American Scholar” and his other writings of the time, Emerson drew on major philosophical and aesthetic ideas circulating in Eu rope to write as a literary reformer exhorting Americans to break their de pen dency on the “courtly muses of Eu rope.”

Emerson’s attacks on the Unitarian and other established churches for what he described as their refusal to honor the possibility of the miraculous in the here and now, and his afSrmations of the near god- like powers of the creative imagination, helped popu lar ize what literary historians have termed the Transcendentalist movement. In vari ous ways, Emersonian Transcen- dentalism (which was never really a formalized movement) helped to inspire the writings of Fuller, Thoreau, Whitman, and many other writers. Even authors like Poe, Hawthorne, Melville, and Dickinson, who were skeptical of Emersonian optimism, arguably exhibited the in^uence of Emerson, who himself could be skeptical of Transcendentalism (for the dark side of the ecstasies of Nature, see his “Experience” [1844], which pres ents the indi- vidual as forever skating on surfaces). In the wake of Emerson’s in^uential essays of the 1830s and 1840s, much writing of the antebellum period grap- pled with questions about the value of history, the ability of the individual to apprehend the godhead directly, the capacity of language to achieve and convey knowledge, and the difSculties of making sense of a universe in which meaning derives from individual creative insights rather than received

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authority. The Sctional worlds of The Scarlet Letter and Moby- Dick, works that are obsessed with the problematics of interpretation, whether of the let- ter A or a whale, have a profoundly dif fer ent feel from the more consensual, commonsensical Sctional worlds of Irving, Sedgwick, and Cooper.

Antebellum writing taken as a whole is much too varied and con^icted to be viewed simply through the lens of Emerson’s New Eng land– based tran- scendental reformism. For instance, there was much excitement during the early national and antebellum periods, including among Emerson and his circle, about the ameliorative potential of science and technology as it was developing in transatlantic and global contexts. (For more on this topic, see the cluster on “Science and Technology in the Pre– Civil War Nation,” which has been newly added to this edition of The Norton Anthology.) There were also competing notions about what actually constituted reform or “improvement.” Proslavery, not just antislavery, could be regarded in a reform context; many Southerners, for instance, looked back to the found- ing of the nation and believed that the Constitution favored states’ rights over what they regarded as the encroaching authoritarianism of the federal government, as Nathaniel Beverley Tucker made clear in his 1836  novel The Partisan Leader: A Tale of the Future. Reformism, particularly in the context of an expanding nation with its multiple constituencies and agen- das, could be as much a source of con^ict as of consensus.

Antebellum reform movements based in the North were often directed by Protestant- based organ izations concerned with maintaining their cultural authority during a time of increasing class and ethnic diversity. Protestant evangelical reform could be taken to unattractive extremes in the period’s pervasive anti- Catholic nativism. But concerns about the poor and working- class immigrants also had an impor tant place in antebellum urban reform movements, as writers sought to expose readers to the plight of the impov- erished in order to prompt philanthropic interventions; see, for example, the journalism of Lydia Maria Child in this volume. The fact that women had such a signiScant place in urban reform movements is not surprising, given that another major reform effort of the antebellum period centered on women’s rights. In “The Great Lawsuit” (1843), printed in its entirety in this volume, Margaret Fuller drew on the Declaration of In de pen dence and Emer- sonian transcendental reform, among other sources, to make the case that women should have greater opportunities for education and participation in the public sphere, including the right to “represent themselves”— that is, to vote. In 1848, at the Srst women’s rights convention in Seneca Falls, New York, Elizabeth Cady Stanton’s “Declaration of Sentiments” invoked Jeffer- son’s Declaration, substituting male for British tyrannical authority to show how the nation’s social institutions and legal codes mainly served the inter- ests of Amer i ca’s white male citizenry. That same year, the New York State Legislature, in response to critics like Stanton, passed the nation’s most liberalized married women’s property act, which made it legal for women to maintain control over the property they brought to their marriages. In most states, however, married women remained without legal rights to property for de cades to come.

For good reason, many women writers of the period addressed questions of power: how to use power from within the domestic sphere, how to gain power in the public sphere, how to fend off unchecked patriarchal power.

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The danger posed by patriarchal power was a central theme of both anti- slavery and temperance reform. Sigourney and Stowe were two of the most prominent antislavery writers who supported the temperance move- ment, as they saw drinking as an activity that lured men away from their homes and into the saloons, transforming them into drunken hooligans. Inspired by the popu lar temperance writings of Timothy Shay Arthur, women authors regularly depicted drunken husbands or fathers as men who became driven by their animal passions, to the point where these “slaves to the bottle” became slaves to their own bodies. Such imagery and cultural concerns informed Child’s antislavery story “The Quadroons” (1842), Stowe’s antislavery novels Uncle Tom’s Cabin (1852) and Dred (1856), and

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DECLARATION OF SENTIMENTS

When, in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one portion of the family of man to assume among the people of the earth a position dif fer ent from that which they have hitherto occupied, but one to which the laws of nature and of nature’s God entitle them, a decent re spect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes that impel them to such a course.

We hold these truths to be self- evident; that all men and women are created equal; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; that to secure these rights governments are instituted, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed. Whenever any form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of those who suffer from it to refuse allegiance to it, and to insist upon the institution of a new govern- ment, laying its foundation on such princi ples, and organ- izing its powers in such form as to them shall seem most likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly, all experience hath shown that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves, by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their duty to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security. Such has been the patient sufferance of the women under this government, and such is now the neces- sity which constrains them to demand the equal station to which they are entitled.

From the opening of the “Declaration of Sentiments,” by Elizabeth Cady Stanton, in Report of the Woman’s Rights Convention Held at Seneca Falls, N.Y., July 19th and 20th, 1848.

many other popu lar Sctions by women and men alike, including Poe’s “The Black Cat” (1843). Walt Whitman, who began his career by writing a tem- perance novel, Franklin Evans; or The Inebriate (1842), emphasized in Song of Myself the virtues of a natu ral intoxication in the pleasures of body and nature.

A number of writers of the antebellum period, including Whitman, took as one of their main subjects the anguishing paradox that the nation that boastfully presented itself as the bastion of freedom and equality was impli- cated in ongoing national crimes: the near- genocide of the American Indi- ans, the enslavement of black people, and an expansionism that ignored other national sovereignties. Because the war with Mexico of 1846–1848 was understood by many Americans as consistent with the nation’s “mani- fest destiny” to expand across the continent, only a small minority of Amer- ican writers voiced more than perfunctory opposition; the best known of these dissenters was Thoreau, who spent a night in the Concord, Mas sa- chu setts, jail in symbolic protest against being taxed to support a war that he believed was mainly intended to enlarge the domain of slavery. The Native American writer John Rollin Ridge decried whites’ racism against Native Americans and Mexican Americans in 1850s California, which achieved statehood in 1850 as a direct result of the war with Mexico. In his sensation- alist novel The Life and Adventures of Joaquín Murieta (1854), newly excerpted in this volume of The Norton Anthology, Ridge portrayed a Mexican- American killer intent on taking bloody revenge against such racists. Emerson and Child had earlier dissented about the nation’s treatment of Native Americans during the 1830s, when most writers were silent about the federal government’s forced removal of southeastern Indian tribes from their home- lands to territory west of the Mississippi River, as permitted by the Indian Removal Act of 1830. American destiny plainly required a little practical callousness, most whites felt, or if not callousness, then the worst kind of sympathy: a lament for “vanishing” Indians who were being killed off all the more quickly or at least without remorse because of such sentimental acquiescence. Native American spokespersons and authors like Black Hawk and William Apess questioned whites’ constant interventions into Indian affairs; they were particularly critical of whites’ deceptive treaties and land- grabbing policies. (For more on Native American dissent, see the section in this anthology titled “Native Americans: Removal and Re sis tance.”) Of the major antebellum writers who were not Native American, only Child kept a critical eye over the de cades on the white power, as opposed to the presumed providential inevitability, that was relentlessly working to shrink Indian lands and confuse extinction with extermination.

The vast majority of white Americans of the time accepted what they thought of as the destined “extinction” of the Native Americans. There was much more con^ict over the practice of slavery, which Melville called “man’s foulest crime.” The antislavery campaign became increasingly in^uential in the Northeast, and, unsurprisingly, re sis tance to slavery and critiques of whites’ antiblack racism were among the principal topics of antebellum African American writing. Describing his own former enslavement, the lecturer and author Frederick Douglass displayed a power ful capacity to stir his auditors and readers, in large part through his ability to make whites sympathize with the situation of blacks. The reformist potential of sympathy

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is one of the crucial themes of his novella, “The Heroic Slave” (1853), and of Frances Harper’s antislavery poetry. Harper and Douglass were both inspired by Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin (1852), the best- selling novel of the antebellum period. Twentieth- century attacks on this novel for its supposed bad faith would have made little sense to Harper and Douglass. William Wells Brown may have been more skeptical of Stowe, as his ironically con- ceived novel Clotel suggests, but even he praised Stowe in the pages of Wil- liam Lloyd Garrison’s antislavery newspaper, the Liberator.

A politics of antislavery had an impor tant place in the careers of a number of the writers represented in this anthology, ranging from Sigourney to Longfel- low, Child to Stowe, Emerson to Melville. (See also the section on “Slavery, Race, and the Making of American Lit er a ture.”) When the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850 was enforced in Boston in 1851 (by Melville’s father- in- law, Chief Jus- tice Lemuel Shaw), Thoreau in his journals expressed his outrage that Mas sa- chu setts citizens were being compelled to return escaping slaves to their Southern masters; after another famous case in 1854, he wrote his most scath- ing speech, “Slavery in Mas sa chu setts,” for delivery at a Fourth of July counter- ceremony at which a copy of the Constitution was burned. In that speech he summed up the disillusionment that many of his generation shared, presenting Mas sa chu setts as a type of hell. More obliquely than Thoreau, Melville explored slavery in “Benito Cereno” (1855) as an index to the white suprema- cism that he regarded as a stain on the national character. At his bitterest, he felt in the mid-1850s that “ free Ameriky” was “intrepid, unprincipled, reckless, predatory, with boundless ambition, civilized in externals but a savage at heart.” In response to antislavery criticism, Southerners passionately defended the institution of slavery in such works as George Fitzhugh’s Sociology for the South (1854) and Caroline Lee Hentz’s The Planter’s Northern Bride (1854), one of several anti– Uncle Tom’s Cabin novels published during the 1850s.

John Brown’s violent raid on Harpers Ferry in 1859, a failed effort to ini- tiate a slave rebellion in the South, drew eloquent defenses from Emerson, Thoreau, Douglass, Stowe, and Child, though most in the North and across the country condemned Brown as a radical who threatened to bring the nation into a bloody civil war. With the outbreak of the Civil War, Douglass, Wells Brown, Child, Stowe, and other major writers of the period sought to pres ent the war as, in the spirit of John Brown, a holy war against slavery that might redeem the millennial promise of the nation, which is to say, as the fulSllment of the promise of reform going back to Emerson and, as Lin- coln himself suggested in his “Address Delivered at the Dedication of the Cemetery at Gettysburg” (1863), to the princi ples of the Declaration of In de pen dence itself. The idea of the United States as an exceptional nation because it had been set aside for an exceptional destiny proved almost impos- sible to overcome, even in moments when the country marched into bloody internal con^ict. When the war began on April 12, 1861, with Confederate guns opening Sre on Fort Sumter, in South Carolina’s Charleston Harbor, few understood what lay ahead; Northerners and Southerners alike expected the war to last only a few months. Visiting Boston and Concord in 1862, fresh from the newly formed West Virginia (the portion of the slave state Virginia that had chosen to stay with the Union), Rebecca Harding Davis saw that Emerson had little notion of the suffering involved in the war. Shortly before

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he died, Hawthorne, who had remained committed to the Demo crats’ vision of Union even at the price of retaining slavery for the foreseeable future, pub- lished a jaded account of the war, “Chie^y about War Matters,” in the Atlan- tic Monthly of July 1862. While mocking Lincoln as a leader, the essay raised pointed questions about Americans’ failure to anticipate that a war of this nature would bring unimagined bloodshed, eventually killing over six hundred thousand Americans before Robert E. Lee’s surrender to Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox, Virginia, on April 9, 1865.

Among the most notable literary responses to the Civil War from writers who had published during the antebellum period were two poetry collections: Whitman’s Drum- Taps (1865) and Melville’s Battle- Pieces (1866). (More pri- vately at home, Dickinson was spurred to tragic lyricism by the deaths of young Amherst students she had known.) After a small run of his Drum- Taps had been sold, Whitman held back the edition for a sequel mainly consist- ing of newly written poems on the just- assassinated Lincoln, among them his great elegy “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d.” Both Whitman and Melville looked ahead as well as backward, Whitman calling “reconciliation” the “word over all,” and Melville urging in his “Supplement” to Battle- Pieces that the victorious North “be Christians toward our fellow- whites, as well as philanthropic toward the blacks, our fellow- men.” But Melville’s emphasis on Northern whites’ responsibility to show charity and “kindliness” toward Southern whites, who he remarked “stand nearer to us in nature,” was prob- lematic, for it pointed to the racism that contributed to the nation’s larger failure to follow through on the reformist potential of the Civil War. By the time she died, Child was lamenting Reconstruction’s failure to educate and offer economic uplift to the former slaves. In Demo cratic Vistas (1870), Whitman railed against the po liti cal corruption and materialism on display in the immediate wake of the Civil War. Though he worked for several

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“Burial Trench at Gettysburg.” Photo graph by Timothy H. O’ Sullivan (1840–1882).

Republican administrations, Douglass became disillusioned by the resurgence of segregationist practices and antiblack vio lence, most notably lynching, after the end of Reconstruction in 1877. A year before his death, in one of his greatest speeches, “The Lessons of the Hour” (1894), he called on the nation, as he had in “What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July?” (1852), to live up to its founding ideals of “ human brotherhood and the self- evident truths of liberty and equality,” proclaiming that if Americans were only willing to do that, “your prob lem will be solved” and “your Republic will stand and ^ourish for- ever.” With his insistence on the unbounded potential of every individual and his critique of the racist and materialistic nation of the 1890s, Douglass re- articulated some of the same arguments that he had made in 1845 and that Emerson had made in the 1830s and 1840s. Viewed from this reformist per- spective, the cultural work of what many continue to call the “American Re nais sance” would remain in pro cess.

THE SMALL AND LARGE WORLD OF AMERICAN WRITERS, 1820–1865

An anthology or ga nized mainly by a national lit er a ture, a speciSc time period, and an array of major authors presented in the chronological order of their birthdates might seem artiScially closed off from lit er a ture of other eras and nations. But close attention to nation and chronology is not meant to cut off conversations among the writers included here and those of other periods and nations. On the contrary, such attention can provide a founda- tion for developing complex conversations in dif fer ent and broader contexts. Nevertheless, it is impor tant to underscore that the era has a real existence of its own in literary terms: the authors in this anthology often were in con- versation with one another; their world was relatively small and the number of instances of direct and indirect in^uences, counterin^uences, produc- tive friendships, productive rejections of in^uences and friendships, and so on, are stunning. Sedgwick read Cooper’s The Last of the Mohicans and wrote a “response” in Hope Leslie, emphasizing domestic and interracial possibilities in ways she thought Cooper did not. Whitman and Bryant were on friendly terms in New York City, even as Whitman was turning against the studied meditative verse of his compatriot; Child and John Greenleaf Whittier were long- time friends in the antislavery cause. Emerson was friends with Fuller and Thoreau, both of whom were in^uenced by his writ- ings, and though he did not meet Whitman until after the publication of the Srst edition of Leaves of Grass (1855), Emerson’s theorizing on poetry in “The Poet,” which implicitly attacked Poe’s ideas on poetry, had a pro- nounced in^uence not only on Whitman but also on Dickinson and many other American poets. While in Mas sa chu setts during the early 1840s, Douglass imbibed the spirit of Emersonian self- reliance, and his Narrative presented his own variations on Emerson’s notion of the divinity of self. Douglass inspired Stowe, who, while working on Uncle Tom’s Cabin, wrote Douglass asking for more precise descriptions of a slave plantation and, after the publication of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, met with him at her home in Andover and took plea sure in the fact that Douglass was one of her greatest champions. As much as Douglass admired Uncle Tom’s Cabin, however, he

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pointed to prob lems with Stowe’s conception of race in his novella of slave rebellion, “The Heroic Slave,” which may have had an in^uence on Melville’s novella of slave rebellion, “Benito Cereno.” There is evidence that Douglass in^uenced Melville’s conception of black music and dance in Moby- Dick; and it is worth noting that Douglass printed an excerpt from Melville’s Srst novel, Typee (1846), in his newspaper the North Star.

Melville engaged the work of his American contemporaries, championing Cooper and Francis Parkman in the late 1840s, writing several sketches in the mode of Irving, parodying Sedgwick, and responding both positively and negatively to Emerson. He called Emerson a “deep diver” and yet at times found him naively optimistic; in Moby- Dick he posits the specter of an indif- ferent and even hostile nature in which it would be next to impossible, even suicidal, for an individual to become what Emerson termed a “transparent eyeball.” Melville dedicated Moby- Dick to Hawthorne, whom he met at a picnic in 1850 and idolized at the time, writing an essay on American literary nationalism in his honor, “Hawthorne and His Mosses” (1850); Hawthorne and Melville mutually in^uenced one another during the early 1850s. At around the same time, the African American writer William Wells Brown was reading the short stories of Lydia Maria Child and almost word for word used one of those stories, “The Quadroons,” to establish the plot of his novel Clotel. Frances Harper knew Wells Brown and his work and also took inspiration from such popu lar poets as Sigourney, Longfellow, and Whittier, who wrote power ful antislavery poems. Poe, who admired Sigour- ney, knew and attacked many of the celebrated writers of the day, such as Longfellow and Hawthorne, even as his poetry inspired some of Whitman’s poetry, most notably “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking” (1859), and his short stories in^uenced Hawthorne, whose Sction, much as Poe would have wanted to deny it, in^uenced his own: there are close connections between Hawthorne’s “Young Goodman Brown” (1835), Poe’s “The Fall of the House of Usher” (1839), and Hawthorne’s The House of the Seven Gables (1851). Stowe thought highly of Hawthorne; and Harriet Jacobs, who may have known of Hawthorne’s work, esteemed Uncle Tom’s Cabin and wrote directly to Stowe asking for help in editing her autobiographical Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl (1861). When Stowe refused, Jacobs got the editorial support of Child, whose Sction earlier had had an impact on Wells Brown. After escaping from slavery, Jacobs lived in New York City in the house hold of the brother of the best- selling writer Fanny Fern, Nathan- iel Parker Willis, whom Fern satirized as “Hyacinth” in her most popu lar novel, Ruth Hall (1855). Fern admired Whitman, Irving, and Hawthorne; and Hawthorne praised Fern in a letter to his editor and friend William Ticknor. Hawthorne also praised Rebecca Harding Davis, who claimed Hawthorne as one of her most impor tant in^uences. After reading Davis’s “Life in the Iron- Mills” (1861), Hawthorne considered traveling to Wheeling, Virginia, to meet her, but was happy when she chose to visit him at his home in Concord, Mas- sa chu setts. Louisa May Alcott borrowed books from Emerson, got nature lessons from Thoreau, and read (and was in^uenced by) the Sction of her neighbor Hawthorne. Dickinson, whose family subscribed to numerous news- papers and magazines, and who ordered books by mail from Boston, read just about all of these authors and wrote a “private” poetry that was often in conver- sation with the work of her contemporaries.

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Most of the writers represented in this anthology also ranged beyond the borders of the United States. Washington Irving was in Eng land when The Sketch Book was published, and he remained abroad for over a de cade, serving as a U.S. diplomat in Spain; at the height of his early career, Cooper traveled to France in 1826 and remained in Eu rope for the next seven years. Two de cades later, Margaret Fuller traveled to Italy and participated in the Roman Revolution of the late 1840s; and in the early 1850s Hawthorne became U.S. consul in Liverpool and remained in Eu rope for nearly eight years. Travel abroad was central to Poe’s, Emerson’s, and Longfellow’s educa- tions; Stowe made a grand tour of Eu rope during the 1850s; and Douglass, Wells Brown, Jacobs, and many other African Americans spent signiScant time in Eng land. Melville toured Eng land and later the Holy Land. All of these writers had friends abroad, regarded the lit er a ture of the United States as part of a larger world lit er a ture, and, accordingly, read widely, particularly in En glish and other Eu ro pean lit er a tures.

Numerous U.S. authors of this period also had signiScant interests in the lit er a tures of the southern Amer i cas. Because of his fascination with Chris- topher Columbus, which culminated in his best- selling biography of 1828 and several other works about Spanish Amer i ca, Irving was perhaps the most celebrated U.S. author to read widely in writings south of the national borders, but authors ranging from Hawthorne to Melville, Douglass to Whitman, Child to Wells Brown exhibited a curiosity about the Ca rib bean and Central and South Amer i ca. Douglass’s “The Heroic Slave” and Melville’s “Benito Cereno” are compelling examples of works that look beyond the southern borders of the United States. Whitman also had a capacious hemispheric perspective on the Amer i cas, and in the twentieth century he would Snd some of his most enthusiastic readers in Chile, Argentina, and Mexico.

As far as literary matters are concerned, all of the writers in this anthol- ogy were interested in much more than the con temporary. A glance at the footnotes in this volume will reveal the enormous in^uence of classics from ancient Greece and Rome, Greek and Roman myth, Indian and Asian religions (which is especially true for Thoreau), the En glish Re nais sance (especially Shakespeare), Milton, En glish and German Romantics, the Bible, and a range of popu lar and classic lit er a ture from Scandinavian and numerous other countries. And yet even as many of these writers had an imaginative vision that took them beyond national borders and the limits of any period chronol- ogy, they were aware that they resided in a relatively new nation lacking liter- ary traditions, and that there was a burden on them to establish such traditions. Melville’s essay “Hawthorne and His Mosses” is among the period’s notable examples of such literary nationalist ambition, which was neither insular nor separatist. As Melville remarks when comparing Hawthorne to Shake- speare: “Now I do not say that Nathaniel of Salem is greater than William of Avon, or as great. But the difference between the two men is by no means immea sur able.” Melville, who resented British condescension toward Ameri- can writers, aspired for parity between En glish and American literary tradi- tions rather than a separation of American from En glish lit er a ture. With his emphasis on the demo cratic individual, Whitman was capable of a more hyperbolic American literary nationalism than any of the other writers in this volume, so it is ironic that the great majority of his most enthusiastic late nineteenth- century readers lived in Eng land.

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In addition to making claims for an American literary nationalism, the writers in this anthology sought to create American literary traditions. They did so by looking back to earlier colonial lit er a tures and claiming them as “American.” Many of the colonial texts that we now read as canonical, such as works by John Winthrop and William Bradford, were Srst republished in the nineteenth century and owe some of their current status to their recovery by early national and antebellum writers. Linking their nineteenth- century writings to the colonial past, Sedgwick, Cooper, Hawthorne, Whittier, and many others created a sense of a continuously unfolding national history and lit er a ture that came to a fruition of sorts in the nineteenth century.

Crucial to the 1820–65 period of American literary history, then, was a pronounced sense among a number of its authors about their role not just in consolidating traditions but also in creating new traditions that would develop from their writings. Such an orientation is most pronounced in Whitman, whose poetry regularly imagines future readers and writers, but it is arguably a central impulse behind much of the lit er a ture of the period. In this re spect, it should be kept in mind that a number of the writers represented in this anthology were somewhat neglected when they Srst began publishing, and that their greatest impact was not on the writing of their own time but on writing to come. In impor tant ways, the 1820–65 period represents a dynamic moment in American literary history that is anything but hermetic. Irving and Bryant began their careers before 1820, and Melville, Douglass, Harper, Whit- man, Alcott, Davis, Dickinson, Wells Brown, and other “antebellum” writers continued to thrive in the years following the Civil War (some of Melville’s and Whitman’s major late writings are included in this volume). Like Whitman, authors such as Thoreau, Melville, and Dickinson found their most enthusias- tic readers in the twentieth century, and it is the twentieth- century response to these major authors that helped to shape our understanding of the period. Melville and Dickinson, for instance, weren’t really “discovered” until the 1920s and 1930s, when they had an immediate impact on writers living then. Even those who were fairly well known during the nineteenth century—Poe, Haw- thorne, Douglass, and others— came to be much better known in the twentieth century (Douglass’s 1845 Narrative, for instance, was not republished after the early 1850s until 1960) and in some ways exerted an in^uence on twentieth- century lit er a ture and culture more signiScant than what they exerted on their nineteenth- century contemporaries. The point that should be empha- sized at the close of this introduction is that the diverse writings published circa 1820–65 continue to remain foundational to the study of American lit- er a ture not only because of what they accomplished within their own moment but also because, as Whitman says about himself, they ultimately cannot be contained within that moment and even within a national frame. The lit er a- ture of this period encompasses multitudes and continues to write its (and our) literary futures.

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AMERICAN LITERATURE 1820– 1865

TEXTS CONTEXTS

1815 Founding of the North American Review

1815 Treaty of Ghent, ending the second war with En gland; before news of the treaty reaches Andrew Jackson, he leads American troops to victory over the British at the Battle of New Orleans

1817 William Cullen Bryant, “Thanatopsis”

1820 Washington Irving, The Sketch Book

1820 Missouri Compromise admits Missouri as a slave state, Maine as a free state, and excludes slavery in the Louisiana Territory north of latitude 36° 30'

1821 Bryant, Poems 1821 Sequoyah (George Guess) invents syllabary in which Cherokee language can be written

1823 James Fenimore Cooper, The Pioneers

1823 Monroe Doctrine warns all Eu ro pe an powers not to establish new colonies on either American continent

1825 Erie Canal opens, connecting Great Lakes region with the Atlantic

1826 Cooper, The Last of the Mohicans

1827 David Cusick, Sketches of Ancient History of the Six Nations • Lydia Sigourney, Poems • Catharine Sedgwick, Hope Leslie

1827 Baltimore & Ohio, Srst U.S. railroad • the African American newspaper Freedom’s Journal is founded

1828–30 Cherokee Council composes Memorials to Congress

1827–28 Cherokee Nation ratiSes its new constitution • the newspaper The Cherokee Phoenix founded

1829 William Apess, A Son of the Forest • David Walker, Appeal

1829– 37 President Andrew Jackson encourages westward migration of white population

1831 Edgar Allan Poe, Poems

1830 Congress passes Indian Removal Act, allowing Jackson to negotiate treaties with the eastern tribes for their relocation west of the Mississippi

1831 William Lloyd Garrison starts The Liberator, antislavery journal • Nat Turner leads a slave rebellion in Southampton County, Virginia; approximately sixty whites are killed and two hundred blacks are killed in retaliation

1833 Black Hawk, Life

1835 William Gilmore Simms, The Yemassee: A Romance of Carolina

1836 Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature

1837 Nathaniel Hawthorne, Twice- Told Tales

1837 Financial panic: failures of numerous banks lead to severe unemploy- ment that persists into the early 1840s

Boldface titles indicate works in the anthology.

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1838 Around this time, Underground Railroad begins aiding slaves escaping north, often to Canada

1838–39 “Trail of Tears”: Cherokees forced from their homelands by federal troops

1839 Caroline Stansbury Kirkland, A New Home— Who’ll Follow?

1840 Richard Henry Dana Jr., Two Years before the Mast

1840 Founding of the Washingtonian Temperance Society; temperance quickly emerges as one of the most pop u lar social reform movements of the period

1843 Margaret Fuller, “The Great Lawsuit” • Lydia Maria Child, Letters from New- York

1844 Samuel Morse invents telegraph

1845 Edgar Allan Poe, “The Raven” • Frederick Douglass, Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass

1845 United States annexes Texas

1846 David Wilmot, a congressman from Pennsylvania, proposes in Congress that slavery be banned in territories gained from the Mexican War; his proviso is defeated

1846–48 United States wages war against Mexico; Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo cedes entire Southwest to United States

1847 Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Evangeline

1847 Brigham Young leads Mormons from Nauvoo, Illinois, to Salt Lake, Utah Territory

1848 Seneca Falls Convention inaugurates campaign for women’s rights

1848–49 Beginning years of the California Gold Rush, which brings hundreds of thousands of new settlers to California

1850 Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter

1850 Fugitive Slave Act of the Compro- mise of 1850 obliges free states to return escaped slaves to slaveholders • California becomes the 31st state

1851 Herman Melville, Moby- Dick

1852 Harriet Beecher Stowe, Uncle Tom’s Cabin

1853 William Wells Brown, Clotel

1854 Henry David Thoreau, Walden • Frances Ellen Watkins Harper, Poems on Miscellaneous Subjects • John Rollin Ridge, The Life and Adventures of Joaquín Murieta

1854 Republican Party formed, consolidating antislavery factions • Kansas- Nebraska Act approved by Congress; the act repeals the Missouri Compromise, making it legal for the white voting residents of a territory to determine whether it should be admitted as a slave or free state

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1855 Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass • Fanny Fern (Sarah Willis Parton), Ruth Hall

1857 Supreme Court Dred Scott decision denies citizenship to African Americans

1858 Abraham Lincoln, “A House Divided”

1859 E.D.E.N. Southworth, The Hidden Hand

1859 John Brown leads attack on Harpers Ferry

1860–65 Emily Dickinson writes several hundred poems

1860 Short- lived Pony Express runs from Missouri to California

1861 Harriet Jacobs, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl • Rebecca Harding Davis, Life in the Iron- Mills

1861 South Carolina batteries Sre on U.S. fort, initiating the Civil War; Southern states secede from the Union and found the Confederate States of America

1861–65 Civil War

1862 Elizabeth Stoddard, The Morgesons

1863 Emancipation Proclamation • Battle of Gettysburg

1865 Thirteenth Amendment abolishes slavery in the United States

1866 John Greenleaf Whittier, Snow- Bound: A Winter Idyl

1866 Completion of two successful trans- atlantic cables • Civil Rights Act

1868 Fourteenth Amendment grants citizenship to those born or naturalized in the United States

1868–69 Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

1869 First transcontinental railroad completed; Central PaciSc construction crews composed largely of Chinese laborers

WASHINGTON IRVING 1783–1859

W ashington Irving had an unusually long and varied career, publishing his Srst satirical essays in 1802, when he was nineteen, and his last book, a Sve- volume life of George Washington, just a few months before he died at age seventy- six. Cele- brated by Americans for his contributions to a burgeoning national lit er a ture, Irving also became the Srst American writer of the nineteenth century to achieve an interna- tional literary reputation. He created two of the most popu lar and enduring Sgures in American culture, Rip Van Winkle and Sleepy Hollow’s Ichabod Crane, who Sgure in paintings, comic books, plays, Slms, and other media. Although he was regarded as a genial and comic writer, Irving regularly addressed darker and more complex themes of historical transformation and personal dislocation. His innovative travel sketches blurred the line between the personal essay and Sction, and he is considered one of the “inventors” of the modern short story. During a time in which there were no interna- tional copyright agreements, he managed to secure simultaneous British and American copyrights for his work. His canny understanding of the literary marketplace helped him become the Srst American able to support himself solely through his writing.

Irving was born in New York City on April 3, 1783, the last of eleven children of a Scottish- born father and English- born mother. He read widely in En glish lit er a ture at home, modeling his early prose on The Spectator, a daily paper published in 1711–12 by Joseph Addison and Richard Steele. Among the many other writers he delighted in were Shakespeare, Oliver Goldsmith, and Laurence Sterne. His brothers enjoyed writing poems and essays as companionable recreation, and, inspired by their exam- ple, he wrote a series of satirical essays on the theater and New York society under the pseudonym “Jonathan Oldstyle.” Nine of these essays were published in his brother Peter’s newspaper, the Morning Chronicle, during 1802–03.

When Irving showed signs of tuberculosis in 1804, his brothers sent him abroad for a two- year tour of Eu rope. On his return in 1806, he studied law with Josiah Hoffman, a former New York State attorney general, and he was admitted to the bar soon afterward. More impor tant for his literary career, he and his brother William (along with William’s brother- in- law, James Kirke Paulding) started a satirical mag- azine, Salmagundi (the name of a spicy hash), which ran from 1807 to 1808 with poems, sketches, and essays on a range of topics. In 1808 Irving began work on A History of New- York from the Beginning of the World to the End of the Dutch Dynasty, at Srst conceiving it as a parody of Samuel Lathem Mitchell’s The Picture of New York (1807), then taking on a variety of satiric targets, including President Thomas Jefferson, whom he portrayed as an early Dutch governor of New Amsterdam, Wil- liam the Testy. Narrated by the comical in ven ted character Diedrich Knicker- bocker, who dabbles in historical research, A History of New York (1809) brought Irving his Srst literary celebrity once his authorship of the pseudonymously pub- lished work was recognized. That same year Hoffman’s daughter Matilda, to whom Irving was engaged, died suddenly from tuberculosis. Most biographers attribute Irving’s lifelong bachelorhood to his grief over Matilda’s death. However, her death freed him from the commitment he had made to her father to devote himself to the law, which he hated; and in the Sgure of his most famous alter ego, the genial bach- elor Geoffrey Crayon, and even in his most famous Sctional creation, Rip Van Win- kle, there are hints that the single life suited Irving just Sne.

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In May 1815, Irving moved to Eu rope, and he remained there for seventeen years. At Srst he worked in Liverpool, Eng land, with his brother Peter, an importer of En glish hardware, but in 1818, shortly after their mother died in New York, Peter went bankrupt. Grief- stricken, and yet grateful to be freed from the responsibilities of working for the family Srm, Irving once again took up writing. He met Sir Walter Scott, an admirer of the Knickerbocker History, who directed him to the wealth of unused literary material in German folktales. There, Irving found sources for tales such as “Rip Van Winkle” and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” Some passages in “Rip Van Winkle,” for instance, closely paraphrase J. C. C. N. Omar’s “Peter Klaus” (1800), which also depicts a protagonist sleeping for twenty years. Irving began sending sections of The Sketch Book to the United States for publication in what would turn out to be seven installments published from 1819 to 1820. When the two- volume complete Sketch Book was printed in Eng land in 1820, it made Irving even more famous and brought him the friendship of many of the leading British writers of the time. As Irving knew, part of his success derived from British review- ers’ plea sure that a book by an American, as the Scottish literary critic Frances Jeffrey wrote in the Edinburgh Review, “should be written throughout with the greatest care and accuracy, and worked up to great purity and beauty of diction, on the model of the most elegant and polished of our native writers.” Addison lay behind Irving’s depiction of En glish country life, and Oliver Goldsmith in^uenced his sketch of Westminster Abbey. But among The Sketch Book’s graceful tributes to En glish scenes and characters were the two im mensely popu lar tales set in rural New York, “Rip Van Winkle” and “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow,” as well as “Traits of Indian Character” and “Philip of Pokanoket,” a tribute to the Wampanoag leader who led the alliance against the En glish in 1675.

Irving’s next two books, Bracebridge Hall (1822) and Tales of a Traveller (1824), were less successful, and in 1824 he accepted an invitation from the American min- ister to Spain to work with original manuscripts in Madrid to produce an account of Columbus’s voyages. In 1828 he published The Life and Voyages of Christopher Colum- bus, which became the basis for standard schoolroom accounts of Columbus during the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Out of Irving’s Spanish years came also The Conquest of Granada (1829), Voyages and Discoveries of the Companions of Colum- bus (1831), and The Alhambra (1832), which soon became known as “the Spanish Sketch Book.”

In 1829 Irving was appointed secretary to the American legation in London. When he S nally returned to the United States in 1832, critics wondered openly about whether this much admired “native” writer had become Eu ro pe anized. Setting out to reclaim his Americanness, Irving proclaimed his love for his country and headed west, taking a horse back journey into what is now Oklahoma. His travels and research resulted in three major works on the American West: A Tour of the Prairies (1835); Astoria (1836), an account of John Jacob Astor’s fur- trading colony in Oregon; and The Adventures of Captain Bonneville, U.S.A. (1837), a narrative of explorations in the Rockies and the Far West.

In the late 1830s Irving bought and began refurbishing a house near Tarrytown, along the Hudson River north of New York City. But before settling down, in 1842 he accepted an appointment as minister to Spain and returned to Eu rope, spending four years in Madrid. After his return to the United States in 1846, he arranged with G. P. Putnam to publish a collected edition of his writings; he also prepared a biography of Oliver Goldsmith (1849). Irving’s main work after 1850 was his long- contemplated life of George Washington, which he regarded as his greatest literary accomplishment. He collapsed just after Snishing the last of its Sve volumes, and he died a few months later, on November 28, 1859.

Cooper, Hawthorne, and many other American writers were inspired by the success of The Sketch Book. Although Melville, in his essay on Hawthorne’s Mosses from an Old Manse, declared his preference for creative geniuses over adept imitators such as

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Irving, he could not escape Irving’s in^uence, which emerges both in his short stories and in a late poem, “Rip Van Winkle’s Lilacs.” From the beginning, many readers identiSed with Rip as a counterhero, an anti–Benjamin Franklin who made a success of failure. Subsequent generations have responded profoundly to Irving’s pervasive theme of mutability, especially his portrayal of the bewildering rapidity of change in American life.

The Author’s Account of Himself1

I am of this mind with Homer, that as the snaile that crept out of her shel was turned eftsoones into a toad, and thereby was forced to make a stoole to sit on; so the traveller that stragleth from his owne country is in a short time transformed into so monstrous a shape, that he is faine to alter his mansion with his manners, and to live where he can, not where he would.

Lyly’s Euphues.2

I was always fond of visiting new scenes, and observing strange characters and manners. Even when a mere child I began my travels, and made many tours of discovery into foreign parts and unknown regions of my native city, to the frequent alarm of my parents, and the emolument of the town- crier. As I grew into boyhood, I extended the range of my observations. My holiday afternoons were spent in rambles about the surrounding country. I made myself familiar with all its places famous in history or fable. I knew every spot where a murder or robbery had been committed, or a ghost been seen. I vis- ited the neighbouring villages, and added greatly to my stock of knowledge, by noting their habits and customs, and conversing with their sages and great men. I even journeyed one long summer’s day to the summit of the most dis- tant hill, from whence I stretched my eye over many a mile of terra incog- nita,3 and was astonished to Snd how vast a globe I inhabited.

This rambling propensity strengthened with my years. Books of voyages and travels became my passion, and in devouring their contents, I neglected the regular exercises of the school. How wistfully would I wander about the pier heads in Sne weather, and watch the parting ships, bound to distant climes— with what longing eyes would I gaze after their lessening sails, and waft myself in imagination to the ends of the earth.

Farther reading and thinking, though they brought this vague inclination into more reasonable bounds, only served to make it more decided. I visited various parts of my own country; and had I been merely a lover of Sne scen- ery, I should have felt little desire to seek elsewhere for its gratiScation: for on no country have the charms of nature been more prodigally lavished. Her mighty lakes, like oceans of liquid silver; her mountains, with their bright aerial tints; her valleys, teeming with wild fertility; her tremendous cataracts, thundering in their solitudes; her boundless plains, waving with spontane- ous verdure; her broad deep rivers, rolling in solemn silence to the ocean; her trackless forests, where vegetation puts forth all its magniScence; her

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1. The text is taken from the May 1819 Srst installment of The Sketch Book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent. (For The Sketch Book and some of his subsequent essays and books, Irving adopted

the pseudonym of Geoffrey Crayon.) 2. From Euphues and His En gland (1580), by the En glish writer John Lyly (1554– 1606). 3. Unknown land (Latin).

skies, kindling with the magic of summer clouds and glorious sunshine:— no, never need an American look beyond his own country for the sublime and beautiful of natural scenery.

But Eu rope held forth all the charms of storied and poetical association. There were to be seen the masterpieces of art, the reSnements of highly cultivated society, the quaint peculiarities of ancient and local custom. My native country was full of youthful promise; Eu rope was rich in the accumu- lated trea sures of age. Her very ruins told the history of times gone by, and every mouldering stone was a chronicle. I longed to wander over the scenes of renowned achievement— to tread, as it were, in the footsteps of antiquity— to loiter about the ruined castle— to meditate on the falling tower— to escape, in short, from the commonplace realities of the present, and lose myself among the shadowy grandeurs of the past.

I had, beside all this, an earnest desire to see the great men of the earth. We have, it is true, our great men in America: not a city but has an ample share of them. I have mingled among them in my time, and been almost withered by the shade into which they cast me; for there is nothing so baleful to a small man as the shade of a great one, particularly the great man of a city. But I was anxious to see the great men of Eu rope; for I had read in the works of various phi los o phers, that all animals degenerated in America, and man among the number.4 A great man of Eu rope, therefore, thought I, must be as superior to a great man of America, as a peak of the Alps to a highland of the Hudson; and in this idea I was conSrmed, by observing the compara- tive importance and swelling magnitude of many En glish travellers among us; who, I was assured, were very little people in their own country. I will visit this land of wonders, therefore, thought I, and see the gigantic race from which I am degenerated.

It has been either my good or evil lot to have my roving passion gratiSed. I have wandered through different countries, and witnessed many of the shifting scenes of life. I cannot say that I have studied them with the eye of a phi los o pher, but rather with the sauntering gaze with which humble lovers of the picturesque stroll from the window of one print shop to another; caught sometimes by the delineations of beauty, sometimes by the distortions of caricature, and sometimes by the loveliness of landscape. As it is the fashion for modern tourists to travel pencil in hand, and bring home their port folios Slled with sketches, I am disposed to get up a few for the entertainment of my friends. When I look over, however, the hints and memorandums I have taken down for the purpose, my heart almost fails me to Snd how my idle humour has led me aside from the great objects studied by every regular trav- eller who would make a book. I fear I shall give equal disappointment with an unlucky landscape paint er, who had travelled on the continent, but following the bent of his vagrant inclination, had sketched in nooks, and corners, and by- places. His sketch book was accordingly crowded with cottages, and land- scapes, and obscure ruins; but he had neglected to paint St. Peter’s, or the

4. In the late 18th century, some Eu ro pe ans argued that the North American environment caused humans to degenerate physically. These arguments were made most forcefully by the

French naturalist Georges- Louis Leclerc, Comte de Buffon (1707– 1788). Thomas Jefferson refuted de Buffon in his 1787 Notes on the State of Vir- ginia.

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Coliseum; the cascade of Terni, or the bay of Naples;5 and had not a single glacier or volcano in his whole collection.

1819

Rip Van Winkle1

The following Tale was found among the papers of the late Diedrich Knickerbocker, an old gentleman of New- York, who was very curious in the Dutch history of the province, and the manners of the descendants from its primitive settlers. His historical researches, however, did not lay so much among books, as among men; for the former are lamentably scanty on his favourite topics; whereas he found the old burghers, and still more, their wives, rich in that legendary lore, so invaluable to true history. Whenever, therefore, he happened upon a genuine Dutch family, snugly shut up in its low- roofed farm house, under a spreading sycamore, he looked upon it as a little clasped volume of black- letter,2 and studied it with the zeal of a book- worm.

The result of all these researches was a history of the province, during the reign of the Dutch governors, which he published some years since. There have been various opinions as to the literary character of his work, and, to tell the truth, it is not a whit better than it should be. Its chief merit is its scrupulous accuracy, which, indeed, was a little questioned, on its Srst appearance, but has since been completely established3; and it is now admitted into all historical collections, as a book of unquestionable authority.

The old gentleman died shortly after the publication of his work, and now, that he is dead and gone, it cannot do much harm to his memory, to say, that his time might have been much better employed in weightier labours. He, however, was apt to ride his hobby his own way; and though it did now and then kick up the dust a little in the eyes of his neighbours, and grieve the spirit of some friends, for whom he felt the truest deference and affection; yet his errors and follies are remembered “more in sorrow than in anger,” 4 and it begins to be suspected, that he never intended to injure or offend. But however his memory may be appreciated by critics, it is still held dear among many folk, whose good opinion is well worth having; particularly certain biscuit bakers, who have gone so far as to imprint his likeness on their new year cakes, and have thus given him a chance for immortality,

5. The locale of Mount Vesuvius and the ruins of Pompeii. Other pop u lar tourist sites listed here are St. Peter’s Basilica (built 1506– 1626) in Vati- can City; the Roman Colosseum (built c. 70– 86 c.e.); and the Cascata delle Marmore, a man- made waterfall built near Terni (60 miles north of Rome) in 271 b.c.e. 1. “Rip Van Winkle” was the last of the sketches printed in the May 1819 Srst installment of The Sketch Book, the source of the present text. 2. Typeface in early printed books, resembling medieval script; such books, because of their

value, were often equipped with clasps so they could be shut tightly and even locked. 3. Irving comically alludes to the deliberate inac- curacies of his Knickerbocker History of New- York (1809). 4. Shakespeare’s Hamlet 1.2.231. To this quotation Irving appended the following footnote: “Vide [see] the excellent discourse of G. C. Verplanck, Esq. before the New- York Historical Society.” If Irving’s friend Gulian C. Verplanck ever made such an address about a Sctional character, it would have been in fun.

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almost equal to being stamped on a Waterloo medal, or a Queen Anne’s farthing.5

Rip Van Winkle A Posthumous Writing of Diedrich Knickerbocker

By Woden, God of Saxons, From whence comes Wensday, that is Wodensday, Truth is a thing that ever I will keep Unto thylke day in which I creep into My sepulchre—

—Cartwright6

Whoever has made a voyage up the Hudson, must remember the Kaatskill mountains.7 They are a dismembered branch of the great Appalachian fam- ily, and are seen away to the west of the river, swelling up to a noble height, and lording it over the surrounding country. Every change of season, every change of weather, indeed, every hour of the day, produces some change in the magical hues and shapes of these mountains, and they are regarded by all the good wives, far and near, as perfect barometers. When the weather is fair and settled, they are clothed in blue and purple, and print their bold outlines on the clear eve ning sky; but some times, when the rest of the landscape is cloudless, they will gather a hood of gray vapours about their summits, which, in the last rays of the setting sun, will glow and light up like a crown of glory.

At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle roofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape. It is a little village of great antiquity, having been founded by some of the Dutch colonists, in the early times of the province, just about the beginning of the government of the good Peter Stuyvesant,8 (may he rest in peace!) and there were some of the houses of the original settlers standing within a few years, with lattice windows, gable fronts sur- mounted with weathercocks, and built of small yellow bricks brought from Holland.

In that same village, and in one of these very houses, (which, to tell the precise truth, was sadly time worn and weather beaten,) there lived many years since, while the country was yet a province of Great Britain, a simple good natured fellow, of the name of Rip Van Winkle. He was a descendant of the Van Winkles who Sgured so gallantly in the chivalrous days of Peter Stuyvesant, and accompanied him to the siege of Fort Christina. He inher- ited, however, but little of the martial character of his ancestors. I have observed that he was a simple good natured man; he was moreover a kind neighbour, and an obedient, henpecked husband. Indeed, to the latter cir-

5. Waterloo medals were minted liberally after the defeat there of Napoléon Bonaparte (1769–1821), emperor of France, in 1815. Farthings (tiny coins) from the reign of Anne (1665–1714), queen of Great Britain 1702–14, were commonly but wrongly considered rare. 6. From the play The Ordinary 3.1.1050– 54, by  the En glish writer William Cartwright (1611– 1643). “Woden”: Old En glish for “Odin,” the

chief Norse god. 7. Catskill Mountains, a range in southeastern New York. 8. Last governor of the Dutch province of New Netherlands (1592– 1672); in 1655 (as mentioned in the next paragraph), his troops defeated Swedish colonists at Fort Christina, near what is now Wilmington, Delaware.

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cumstance might be owing that meekness of spirit which gained him such universal popularity; for those men are most apt to be obsequious and con- ciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home. Their tem- pers, doubtless, are rendered pliant and malleable in the Sery furnace of domestic tribulation, and a curtain lecture9 is worth all the sermons in the world for teaching the virtues of patience and long suffering. A termagant1 wife may, therefore, in some respects, be considered a tolerable blessing; and if so, Rip Van Winkle was thrice blessed.

Certain it is, that he was a great favourite among all the good wives of the village, who, as usual with the amiable sex, took his part in all family squab- bles, and never failed, whenever they talked those matters over in their eve- ning gossippings, to lay all the blame on Dame Van Winkle. The children of the village, too, would shout with joy whenever he approached. He assisted at their sports, made their playthings, taught them to ^y kites and shoot mar- bles, and told them long stories of ghosts, witches, and Indians. Whenever he went dodging about the village, he was surrounded by a troop of them, hanging on his skirts, clambering on his back, and playing a thousand tricks on him with impunity; and not a dog would bark at him throughout the neighbourhood.

The great error in Rip’s composition was an insuperable aversion to all kinds of proStable labour. It could not be for the want of assiduity or perse- verance; for he would sit on a wet rock, with a rod as long and heavy as a Tartar’s2 lance, and Ssh all day without a murmur, even though he should not be encouraged by a single nibble. He would carry a fowling piece on his shoulder, for hours together, trudging through woods and swamps, and up hill and down dale, to shoot a few squirrels or wild pigeons. He would never even refuse to assist a neighbour in the roughest toil, and was a foremost man at all country frolicks for husking Indian corn, or building stone fences; the women of the village, too, used to employ him to run their errands, and to do such little odd jobs as their less obliging husbands would not do for them;— in a word, Rip was ready to attend to any body’s business but his own; but as to doing family duty, and keeping his farm in order, it was impossible.

In fact, he declared it was no use to work on his farm; it was the most pes- tilent little piece of ground in the whole country; every thing about it went wrong, and would go wrong, in spite of him. His fences were continually fall- ing to pieces; his cow would either go astray, or get among the cabbages; weeds were sure to grow quicker in his Selds than any where else; the rain always made a point of setting in just as he had some out- door work to do. So that though his patrimonial estate had dwindled away under his man- agement, acre by acre, until there was little more left than a mere patch of Indian corn and potatoes, yet it was the worst conditioned farm in the neigh- bourhood.

His children, too, were as ragged and wild as if they belonged to nobody. His son Rip, an urchin begotten in his own likeness, promised to inherit the habits, with the old clothes of his father. He was generally seen trooping like a colt at his mother’s heels, equipped in a pair of his father’s cast- off

9. Archaic term for when a wife says no to her husband’s sexual entreaties after the curtains around the four- poster bed have been drawn for the night.

1. Harsh-tempered; nagging. 2. Refers to medieval warriors of northern and central Asia.

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galligaskins,3 which he had much ado to hold up with one hand, as a Sne lady does her train in bad weather.

Rip Van Winkle, however, was one of those happy mortals, of foolish, well- oiled dispositions, who take the world easy, eat white bread or brown, which ever can be got with least thought or trouble, and would rather starve on a penny than work for a pound. If left to himself, he would have whistled life away, in perfect contentment; but his wife kept continually dinning in his ears about his idleness, his carelessness, and the ruin he was bringing on his family. Morning, noon, and night, her tongue was incessantly going, and every thing he said or did was sure to produce a torrent of house hold elo- quence. Rip had but one way of replying to all lectures of the kind, and that, by frequent use, had grown into a habit. He shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, cast up his eyes, but said nothing. This, however, always provoked a fresh volley from his wife, so that he was fain to draw off his forces, and take to the outside of the house— the only side which, in truth, belongs to a henpecked husband.

Rip’s sole domestic adherent was his dog Wolf, who was as much hen- pecked as his master; for Dame Van Winkle regarded them as companions in idleness, and even looked upon Wolf with an evil eye, as the cause of his master’s so often going astray. True it is, in all points of spirit beStting an honourable dog, he was as courageous an animal as ever scoured the woods— but what courage can withstand the ever- during and all- besetting terrors of a woman’s tongue? The moment Wolf entered the house, his crest fell, his tail drooped to the ground, or curled between his legs, he sneaked about with a gallows air, casting many a sidelong glance at Dame Van Winkle, and at the least ^ourish of a broomstick or ladle, would ^y to the door with yelping precipitation.

Times grew worse and worse with Rip Van Winkle as years of matrimony rolled on; a tart temper never mellows with age, and a sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener by constant use. For a long while he used to console himself, when driven from home, by frequenting a kind of perpetual club of the sages, phi los o phers, and other idle personages of the village, that held its sessions on a bench before a small inn, designated by a rubicund por- trait of his majesty George the Third.4 Here they used to sit in the shade, of a long lazy summer’s day, talk listlessly over village gossip, or tell endless sleepy stories about nothing. But it would have been worth any statesman’s money to have heard the profound discussions that sometimes took place, when by chance an old newspaper fell into their hands, from some passing traveller. How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary; and how sagely they would deliberate upon public events some months after they had taken place.

The opinions of this junto5 were completely controlled by Nicholas Ved- der, a patriarch of the village, and landlord of the inn, at the door of which he took his seat from morning till night, just moving sufSciently to avoid the sun, and keep in the shade of a large tree; so that the neighbours could tell the hour by his movements as accurately as by a sun dial. It is true, he was

3. Loose, wide trousers. 4. King of Great Britain (1738–1820; reigned

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rarely heard to speak, but smoked his pipe incessantly. His adherents, how- ever, (for every great man has his adherents,) perfectly understood him, and knew how to gather his opinions. When any thing that was read or related displeased him, he was observed to smoke his pipe vehemently, and send forth short, frequent, and angry puffs; but when pleased, he would inhale the smoke slowly and tranquilly, and emit it in light and placid clouds, and sometimes taking the pipe from his mouth, and letting the fragrant vapour curl about his nose, would gravely nod his head in token of perfect approbation.

From even this strong hold the unlucky Rip was at length routed by his termagant wife, who would suddenly break in upon the tranquillity of the assemblage, call the members all to nought, nor was that august personage, Nicholas Vedder himself, sacred from the daring tongue of this terrible virago, who charged him outright with encouraging her husband in habits of idleness.

Poor Rip was at last reduced almost to despair; and his only alternative to escape from the labour of the farm and the clamour of his wife, was to take gun in hand, and stroll away into the woods. Here he would sometimes seat himself at the foot of a tree, and share the contents of his wallet6 with Wolf, with whom he sympathised as a fellow sufferer in persecution. “Poor Wolf,” he would say, “thy mistress leads thee a dogs’ life of it; but never mind, my lad, while I live thou shalt never want a friend to stand by thee!” Wolf would wag his tail, look wistfully in his master’s face, and if dogs can feel pity, I verily believe he reciprocated the sentiment with all his heart.

In a long ramble of the kind on a Sne autumnal day, Rip had unconsciously scrambled to one of the highest parts of the Kaatskill mountains. He was after his favourite sport of squirrel shooting, and the still solitudes had echoed and re- echoed with the reports of his gun. Panting and fatigued, he threw himself, late in the afternoon, on a green knoll, covered with mountain herbage, that crowned the brow of a precipice. From an opening between the trees, he could overlook all the lower country for many a mile of rich wood- land. He saw at a distance the lordly Hudson, far, far below him, moving on its silent but majestic course, the re^ection of a purple cloud, or the sail of a lagging bark, here and there sleeping on its glassy bosom, and at last losing itself in the blue highlands.

On the other side he looked down into a deep mountain glen, wild, lonely, and shagged, the bottom Slled with fragments from the impending cliffs, and scarcely lighted by the re^ected rays of the setting sun. For some time Rip lay musing on this scene, eve ning was gradually advancing, the mountains began to throw their long blue shadows over the valleys, he saw that it would be dark long before he could reach the village, and he heaved a heavy sigh when he thought of encountering the terrors of Dame Van Winkle.

As he was about to descend, he heard a voice from a distance, hallooing, “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!” He looked around, but could see nothing but a crow winging its solitary ^ight across the mountain. He thought his fancy must have deceived him, and turned again to descend, when he heard the same cry ring through the still eve ning air; “Rip Van Winkle! Rip Van Winkle!”— at the same time Wolf bristled up his back, and giving a low growl,

6. Knapsack.

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skulked to his master’s side, looking fearfully down into the glen. Rip now felt a vague apprehension stealing over him; he looked anxiously in the same direction, and perceived a strange Sgure slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was sur- prised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one of the neighbourhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it.

On nearer approach, he was still more surprised at the singularity of the stranger’s appearance. He was a short square built old fellow, with thick bushy hair, and a grizzled beard. His dress was of the antique Dutch fashion— a cloth jerkin7 strapped round the waist— several pair of breeches, the outer one of ample volume, decorated with rows of buttons down the sides, and bunches at the knees. He bore on his shoulder a stout keg, that seemed full of liquor, and made signs for Rip to approach and assist him with the load. Though rather shy and distrustful of this new acquaintance, Rip complied with his usual alacrity, and mutually relieving each other, they clambered up a narrow gully, apparently the dry bed of a mountain torrent. As they ascended, Rip every now and then heard long rolling peals, like dis- tant thunder, that seemed to issue out of a deep ravine, or rather cleft between lofty rocks, toward which their rugged path conducted. He paused for an instant, but supposing it to be the muttering of one of those transient thunder showers which often take place in mountain heights, he proceeded. Passing through the ravine, they came to a hollow, like a small amphitheatre, sur- rounded by perpendicular precipices, over the brinks of which impending trees shot their branches, so that you only caught glimpses of the azure sky, and the bright eve ning cloud. During the whole time, Rip and his companion had laboured on in silence; for though the former marvelled greatly what could be the object of carry ing a keg of liquor up this wild mountain, yet there was something strange and incomprehensible about the unknown, that inspired awe, and checked familiarity.

On entering the amphitheatre, new objects of wonder presented them- selves. On a level spot in the centre was a company of odd- looking personages playing at nine- pins. They were dressed in a quaint, outlandish fashion: some wore short doublets,8 others jerkins, with long knives in their belts, and most had enormous breeches, of similar style with that of the guide’s. Their vis- ages, too, were peculiar: one had a large head, broad face, and small piggish eyes; the face of another seemed to consist entirely of nose, and was sur- mounted by a white sugarloaf hat, set off with a little red cockstail.9 They all had beards, of various shapes and colours. There was one who seemed to be the commander. He was a stout old gentleman, with a weather- beaten coun- tenance; he wore a laced doublet, broad belt and hanger,1 high crowned hat and feather, red stockings, and high heeled shoes, with roses in them. The whole group reminded Rip of the Sgures in an old Flemish painting, in the parlour of Dominie2 Van Schaick, the village parson, and which had been brought over from Holland at the time of the settlement.

What seemed particularly odd to Rip, was, that though these folks were evidently amusing themselves, yet they maintained the gravest faces, the

7. Jacket Stted tightly at the waist. 8. Male jackets covering from the neck to the upper thighs, where they hooked to stockings.

9. Feather. “Sugarloaf”: cone-shaped. 1. Short, curved sword. 2. Minister.

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most mysterious silence, and were, withal, the most melancholy party of plea- sure he had ever witnessed. Nothing interrupted the stillness of the scene, but the noise of the balls, which, whenever they were rolled, echoed along the mountains like rumbling peals of thunder.

As Rip and his companion approached them, they suddenly desisted from their play, and stared at him with such Sxed statue- like gaze, and such strange, uncouth, lack lustre countenances, that his heart turned within him, and his knees smote together. His companion now emptied the contents of the keg into large ^agons, and made signs to him to wait upon the com- pany. He obeyed with fear and trembling; they quaffed the liquor in profound silence, and then returned to their game.

By degrees, Rip’s awe and apprehension subsided. He even ventured, when no eye was Sxed upon him, to taste the beverage, which he found had much of the ^avour of excellent Hollands.3 He was naturally a thirsty soul, and was soon tempted to repeat the draught. One taste provoked another, and he reiterated his visits to the ^agon so often, that at length his senses were overpowered, his eyes swam in his head, his head gradually declined, and he fell into a deep sleep.

On awaking, he found himself on the green knoll from whence he had Srst seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes— it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the ea gle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night.” He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with the keg of liquor— the mountain ravine— the wild retreat among the rocks— the wo- begone party at nine- pins— the ̂ agon—“Oh! that ̂ agon! that wicked ̂ agon!” thought Rip—“what excuse shall I make to Dame Van Winkle?”

He looked round for his gun, but in place of the clean well- oiled fowling- piece, he found an old Srelock lying by him, the barrel encrusted with rust, the lock falling off, and the stock worm- eaten. He now suspected that the grave roysters4 of the mountain had put a trick upon him, and having dosed him with liquor, had robbed him of his gun. Wolf, too, had disappeared, but he might have strayed away after a squirrel or partridge. He whistled after him, shouted his name, but all in vain; the echoes repeated his whistle and shout, but no dog was to be seen.

He determined to revisit the scene of the last eve ning’s gambol,5 and if he met with any of the party, to demand his dog and gun. As he arose to walk he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. “These mountain beds do not agree with me,” thought Rip, “and if this frolick should lay me up with a St of the rheumatism, I shall have a blessed time with Dame Van Winkle.” With some difSculty he got down into the glen: he found the gully up which he and his companion had ascended the preceding eve ning, but to his astonishment a mountain stream was now foaming down it, leap- ing from rock to rock, and Slling the glen with babbling murmurs. He, how- ever, made shift to scramble up its sides, working his toilsome way through thickets of birch, sassafras, and witch hazle, and sometimes tripped up or

3. Gin made in Holland. 4. Revelers.

5. Frolicking or cavorting.

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entangled by the wild grape vines that twisted their coils and tendrils from tree to tree, and spread a kind of network in his path.

At length he reached to where the ravine had opened through the cliffs, to the amphitheatre; but no traces of such opening remained. The rocks pre- sented a high impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shad- ows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog; he was only answered by the caw- ing of a ̂ ock of idle crows, sporting high in air about a dry tree that overhung a sunny precipice; and who, secure in their elevation, seemed to look down and scoff at the poor man’s perplexities. What was to be done? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty Srelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward.

As he approached the village, he met a number of people, but none that he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round. Their dress, too, was of a different fash- ion from that to which he was accustomed. They all stared at him with equal marks of surprise, and whenever they cast eyes upon him, invariably stroked their chins. The constant recurrence of this gesture, induced Rip, involun- tarily, to do the same, when, to his astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long!

He had now entered the skirts of the village. A troop of strange children ran at his heels, hooting after him, and pointing at his gray beard. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognized for his old acquaintances, barked at him as he passed. The very village seemed altered: it was larger and more popu- lous. There were rows of houses which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Strange names were over the doors— strange faces at the windows— every thing was strange. His mind now began to misgive him, that both he and the world around him were bewitched. Surely this was his native village, which he had left but the day before. There stood the Kaatskill mountains— there ran the silver Hudson at a distance— there was every hill and dale precisely as it had always been— Rip was sorely perplexed—“That ^agon last night,” thought he, “has addled my poor head sadly!”

It was with some difSculty he found the way to his own house, which he approached with silent awe, expecting every moment to hear the shrill voice of Dame Van Winkle. He found the house gone to decay— the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half starved dog, that looked like Wolf, was skulking about it. Rip called him by name, but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed— “My very dog,” sighed poor Rip, “has forgotten me!”

He entered the house, which, to tell the truth, Dame Van Winkle had always kept in neat order. It was empty, forlorn, and apparently abandoned. This desolateness overcame all his connubial fears— he called loudly for his wife and children— the lonely chambers rung for a moment with his voice, and then all again was silence.

He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the little village inn— but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken, and mended with old hats

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and petticoats, and over the door was painted, “The Union Hotel, by Jona- than Doolittle.” Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall naked pole, with something on top that looked like a red night cap,6 and from it was ^uttering a ^ag, on which was a singular assemblage of stars and stripes— all this was strange and incomprehensible. He recognised on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe, but even this was singularly metamorphosed. The red coat was changed for one of blue and buff,7 a sword was stuck in the hand instead of a sceptre, the head was decorated with a cocked hat, and underneath was painted in large char- acters, General Washington.

There was, as usual, a crowd of folk about the door, but none that Rip rec- ollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity. He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper. In place of these, a lean bilious looking fellow, with his pockets full of handbills, was haranguing vehemently about rights of citizens— election—members of congress— liberty—Bunker’s hill— heroes of seventy- six—and other words, that were a perfect Babylonish jar- gon8 to the bewildered Van Winkle.

The appearance of Rip, with his long grizzled beard, his rusty fowling piece, his uncouth dress, and the army of women and children that had gath- ered at his heels, soon attracted the attention of the tavern politicians. They crowded around him, eyeing him from head to foot, with great curiosity.9 The orator bustled up to him, and drawing him partly aside, inquired “which side he voted?” Rip stared in vacant stupidity. Another short but busy little fellow pulled him by the arm, and raising on tiptoe, inquired in his ear, “whether he was Federal or Demo crat.”1 Rip was equally at a loss to comprehend the ques- tion; when a knowing, self- important old gentleman, in a sharp cocked hat, made his way through the crowd, putting them to the right and left with his elbows as he passed, and planting himself before Van Winkle, with one arm akimbo, the other resting on his cane, his keen eyes and sharp hat pene- trating, as it were, into his very soul, demanded, in an austere tone, “what brought him to the election with a gun on his shoulder, and a mob at his heels, and whether he meant to breed a riot in the village?” “Alas! gentle- men,” cried Rip, somewhat dismayed, “I am a poor quiet man, a native of the place, and a loyal subject of the King, God bless him!”

Here a general shout burst from the bystanders—“A tory! a tory! a spy! a refugee! hustle him! away with him!” It was with great difSculty that the self- important man in the cocked hat restored order; and having assumed a

6. Limp, close- Stting cap adopted during the French Revolution as a symbol of liberty (such caps were worn by freed slaves in ancient Rome). The pole is a “liberty pole”— i.e., a tall ^agstaff topped by a liberty cap. 7. Colors of the Revolutionary uniform. 8. Irving con^ates the story of Babel (Genesis 11.1–9) with the Babylonian captivity of the Jew- ish people (see, e.g., the Book of Jeremiah). “Bun- ker’s hill”: i.e., Bunker Hill, site, in Boston, of an early battle in the American Revolution.

9. For a contemporary painting depicting Rip Van Winkle’s appearance in his village, see John Quidor’s The Return of Rip Van Winkle (1829) in the color plates section of this volume. 1. Po liti cal parties that developed in the Wash- ington administration (1789– 97), with Secretary of the U.S. Treasury Alexander Hamilton (1755– 1804) leading the Federalists and Secretary of State Thomas Jefferson (1743– 1826) leading the Demo crats.

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tenfold austerity of brow, demanded again of the unknown culprit, what he came there for, and whom he was seeking. The poor man humbly assured them that he meant no harm; but merely came there in search of some of his neighbours, who used to keep about the tavern.

“Well—who are they?— name them.” Rip bethought himself a moment, and inquired, “where’s Nicholas

Vedder?” There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied, in a thin

piping voice, “Nicholas Vedder? why he is dead and gone these eigh teen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church yard that used to tell all about him, but that’s rotted and gone too.”

“Where’s Brom Dutcher?” “Oh he went off to the army in the beginning of the war; some say he was

killed at the battle of Stoney- Point—others say he was drowned in a squall, at the foot of Antony’s Nose.2 I don’t know— he never came back again.”

“Where’s Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?” “He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in

Congress.” Rip’s heart died away, at hearing of these sad changes in his home and

friends, and Snding himself thus alone in the world. Every answer puzzled him, too, by treating of such enormous lapses of time, and of matters which he could not understand: war—congress—Stoney- Point;—he had no cour- age to ask after any more friends, but cried out in despair, “does nobody here know Rip Van Winkle?”

“Oh, Rip Van Winkle!” exclaimed two or three, “Oh, to be sure! that’s Rip Van Winkle yonder, leaning against the tree.”

Rip looked, and beheld a precise counterpart of himself, as he went up the mountain: apparently as lazy, and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name?

“God knows,” exclaimed he, at his wit’s end; “I’m not myself— I’m some- body else— that’s me yonder— no—that’s somebody else, got into my shoes— I was myself last night, but I fell asleep on the mountain, and they’ve changed my gun, and every thing’s changed, and I’m changed, and I can’t tell what’s my name, or who I am!”

The bystanders began now to look at each other, nod, wink signiScantly, and tap their Sngers against their foreheads. There was a whisper, also, about securing the gun, and keeping the old fellow from doing mischief. At the very suggestion of which, the self- important man in the cocked hat retired with some precipitation. At this critical moment a fresh likely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the graybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened at his looks, began to cry. “Hush, Rip,” cried she, “hush, you little fool, the old man won’t hurt you.” The name of the child, the air of the mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollections in his mind.

“What is your name, my good woman?” asked he.

2. I.e., Anthony’s Nose, a mountain near West Point. “Stoney-Point”: i.e., Stoney Point, site of a Revolu- tionary-era British fort that was captured and brie^y held by the Continental Army.

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“Judith Gardenier.” “And your father’s name?” “Ah, poor man, his name was Rip Van Winkle; it’s twenty years since he

went away from home with his gun, and never has been heard of since— his dog came home without him; but whether he shot himself, or was carried away by the Indians, nobody can tell. I was then but a little girl.”

Rip had but one question more to ask; but he put it with a faltering voice: “Where’s your mother?” Oh, she too had died but a short time since; she broke a blood vessel in a

St of passion at a New- England pedlar. There was a drop of comfort, at least, in this intelligence. The honest man

could contain himself no longer.— He caught his daughter and her child in his arms.—“I am your father!” cried he—“Young Rip Van Winkle once— old Rip Van Winkle now!— Does nobody know poor Rip Van Winkle!”

All stood amazed, until an old woman, tottering out from among the crowd, put her hand to her brow, and peering under it in his face for a moment, exclaimed, “Sure enough! it is Rip Van Winkle— it is himself. Wel- come home again, old neighbour— Why, where have you been these twenty long years?”

Rip’s story was soon told, for the whole twenty years had been to him but as one night. The neighbours stared when they heard it; some were seen to wink at each other, and put their tongues in their cheeks; and the self- important man in the cocked hat, who, when the alarm was over, had returned to the Seld, screwed down the corners of his mouth, and shook his head— upon which there was a general shaking of the head throughout the assemblage.

It was determined, however, to take the opinion of old Peter Vanderdonk, who was seen slowly advancing up the road. He was a descendant of the historian of that name,3 who wrote one of the earliest accounts of the prov- ince. Peter was the most ancient inhabitant of the village, and well versed in all the wonderful events and traditions of the neighbourhood. He recol- lected Rip at once, and corroborated his story in the most satisfactory man- ner. He assured the company that it was a fact, handed down from his ancestor the historian, that the Kaatskill mountains had always been haunted by strange beings. That it was afSrmed that the great Hendrick Hudson, the Srst discoverer of the river and country, kept a kind of vigil there every twenty years, with his crew of the Half- moon, being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprize, and keep a guardian eye upon the river, and the great city called by his name.4 That his father had once seen them in their old Dutch dresses playing at nine pins in a hollow of the mountain; and that he himself had heard, one summer afternoon, the sound of their balls, like long peals of thunder.

To make a long story short, the company broke up, and returned to the more important concerns of the election. Rip’s daughter took him home to live with her; she had a snug, well- furnished house, and a stout cheery farmer for a husband, whom Rip recollected for one of the urchins that used to

3. The Dutch-born lawyer Adriaen Van der Donck (c. 1618–c. 1655), a landowner in New Nether- lands, published his promotional history of the colony in 1655.

4. Actually, a small town on the east bank of the Hudson River. “Hendrick Hudson”: Henry Hud- son (d. 1611), En glish navigator in the ser vice of the Dutch.

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climb upon his back. As to Rip’s son and heir, who was the ditto of himself, seen leaning against the tree, he was employed to work on the farm; but evinced an hereditary disposition to attend to any thing else but his business.

Rip now resumed his old walks and habits; he soon found many of his for- mer cronies, though all rather the worse for the wear and tear of time; and preferred making friends among the rising generation, with whom he soon grew into great favour.

Having nothing to do at home, and being arrived at that happy age when a man can do nothing with impunity, he took his place once more on the bench, at the inn door, and was reverenced as one of the patriarchs of the vil- lage, and a chronicle of the old times “before the war.” It was some time before he could get into the regular track of gossip, or could be made to com- prehend the strange events that had taken place during his torpor. How that there had been a revolutionary war— that the country had thrown off the yoke of old England— and that, instead of being a subject of his Majesty George the Third, he was now a free citizen of the United States. Rip, in fact, was no politician; the changes of states and empires made but little impres- sion on him. But there was one species of despotism under which he had long groaned, and that was— petticoat government. Happily, that was at an end; he had got his neck out of the yoke of matrimony, and could go in and out whenever he pleased, without dreading the tyranny of Dame Van Winkle. Whenever her name was mentioned, however, he shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and cast up his eyes; which might pass either for an expression of resignation to his fate, or joy at his deliverance.

He used to tell his story to every stranger that arrived at Mr. Doolittle’s hotel. He was observed, at Srst, to vary on some points every time he told it, which was, doubtless, owing to his having so recently awaked. It at last set- tled down precisely to the tale I have related, and not a man, woman, or child in the neighbourhood, but knew it by heart. Some always pretended to doubt the reality of it, and insisted that Rip had been out of his head, and that this was one point on which he always remained ^ighty. The old Dutch inhabit- ants, however, almost universally gave it full credit. Even to this day they never hear a thunder storm of a summer afternoon, about the Kaatskill, but they say Hendrick Hudson and his crew are at their game of nine pins; and it is a common wish of all henpecked husbands in the neighbourhood, when life hangs heavy on their hands, that they might have a quieting draught out of Rip Van Winkle’s ^agon.

note

The foregoing tale, one would suspect, had been suggested to Mr. Knick- erbocker by a little German superstition about Charles V.5 and the Kypp- hauser mountain; the subjoined note, however, which he had appended to the tale, shows that it is an absolute fact, narrated with his usual Sdelity:

“The story of Rip Van Winkle may seem incredible to many, but neverthe- less I give it my full belief, for I know the vicinity of our old Dutch settle-

5. Irving later changed “Charles V.” (Holy Roman emperor, 1519– 56) to “The Emperor Frederick der Rothbart” (i.e., Frederick Barbarossa; Holy Roman emperor, 1152– 90). (“Rothbart” and “Barbarossa”

both mean “redbeard.”) In either form, this allu- sion is to a source other than the actual one, the story “Peter Klaus” in the folktales of J. C. C. N. Otmar (1800).

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ments to have been very subject to marvellous events and appearances. Indeed, I have heard many stranger stories than this, in the villages along the Hudson; all of which were too well authenticated to admit of a doubt. I have even talked with Rip Van Winkle myself, who, when last I saw him, was a very venerable old man, and so perfectly rational and consistent on every other point, that I think no conscientious person could refuse to take this into the bargain; nay, I have seen a certiScate on the subject taken before a country justice, and signed with a cross, in the justice’s own hand writing. The story, therefore, is beyond the possibility of doubt. D.K.”

1819

The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

(Found among the Papers of the Late Diedrich Knickerbocker)1

A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half- shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, Forever ^ushing round a summer sky.

—Castle of Indolence2

In the bosom of one of the spacious coves which indent the eastern shore of the Hudson, at that broad expansion of the river denominated by the ancient Dutch navigators the Tappaan Zee,3 and where they always prudently short- ened sail, and implored the protection of St. Nicholas when they crossed, there lies a small market town or rural port, which by some is called Greens- burgh, but which is more universally and properly known by the name of Tarry Town. This name was given it, we are told, in former days, by the good house wives of the adjacent country, from the inveterate propensity of their husbands to linger about the village tavern on market days. Be that as it may, I do not vouch for the fact, but merely advert to it, for the sake of being pre- cise and authentic. Not far from this village, perhaps about three miles, there is a little valley, or rather lap of land among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull you to repose, and the occasional whistle of a quail, or tapping of a woodpecker, is almost the only sound that ever breaks in upon the uniform tranquillity.

I recollect that when a stripling, my Srst exploit in squirrel shooting was in a grove of tall walnut trees that shades one side of the valley. I had wan- dered into it at noon time, when all nature is peculiarly quiet, and was star- tled by the roar of my own gun, as it broke the sabbath stillness around, and was prolonged and reverberated by the angry echoes. If ever I should wish for a retreat, whither I might steal from the world and its distractions, and dream quietly away the remnant of a troubled life, I know of none more promising than this little valley.

1. “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow” was the last of three pieces printed in February 1820 as the sixth installment of The Sketch Book, the source of the present text.

2. By the Scottish poet James Thomson (1700– 1748), lines 46– 49. 3. Wide “sea” in the Hudson near Tarrytown.

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From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar character of its inhabitants, who are descendants from the original Dutch settlers, this sequestered glen has long been known by the name of Sleepy Hollow, and its rustic lads are called the Sleepy Hollow Boys throughout all the neigh- bouring country. A drowsy, dreamy in^uence seems to hang over the land, and pervade the very atmosphere. Some say that the place was bewitched by a high German4 doctor during the early days of the settlement; others, that an old Indian chief, the prophet or wizard of his tribe, held his powwows there before the country was discovered by Master Hendrick Hudson.5 Cer- tain it is, the place still continues under the sway of some witching power, that holds a spell over the minds of the good people, causing them to walk in a continual reverie. They are given to all kinds of marvellous beliefs; have trances and visions, and see strange sights, and hear music and voices in the air. The whole neighbourhood abounds with local tales, haunted spots, and twilight superstitions; stars shoot and meteors glare oftener across the valley than in any other part of the country, and the night- mare, with her whole nine fold,6 seems to make it the favourite scene of her gambols.

The dominant spirit, however, that haunts this enchanted region, and seems to be commander of all the powers of the air, is the apparition of a Sgure on horse back without a head. It is said by some to be the ghost of a Hessian7 trooper, whose head had been carried away by a cannon- ball, in some nameless battle during the revolutionary war, and who is ever and anon seen by various of the country people, hurrying along in the gloom of night, as if on the wings of the wind. His haunts are not conSned to the valley, but extend at times to the adjacent roads, and especially to the vicinity of a church that is at no great distance. Indeed, certain of the most authentic historians of those parts, who have been careful in collecting and collating the ^oating facts concerning this spectre, allege, that the body of the trooper having been buried in the church- yard, the ghost rides forth to the scene of battle in nightly quest of his head, and the rushing speed with which he sometimes passes along the hollow, like a midnight blast, is owing to his being belated, and in a hurry to get back to the church- yard before day- break.

Such is the general purport of this legendary superstition, which has fur- nished materials for many a wild story in that region of shadows; and the spectre is known, at all the country Sresides, by the name of The Headless Horse man of Sleepy Hollow.

It is remarkable, that the visionary turn I have mentioned is not conSned to the native inhabitants of the valley, but is imperceptibly acquired by every one who resides there for a time. However wide awake they may have been before they entered that sleepy region, they are sure, in a little time, to imbibe the witching in^uence of the air, and begin to grow imaginative— to dream dreams, and see apparitions.

I mention this peaceful spot with all possible laud; for it is in such little retired Dutch valleys, found here and there embosomed in the great state of New- York, that populations, manners, and customs, remain Sxed, while the

4. I.e., from southern Germany. 5. Henry Hudson (d. 1611), En glish navigator in the ser vice of the Dutch. 6. The nine foals of the demonic nightmare who “rides” her sleeping victims. Cf. Shakespeare’s

King Lear 3.4.128. 7. German mercenaries from Hesse were hired by the British to Sght against the colonists in the American Revolution.

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great torrent of emigration and improvement, which is making such inces- sant changes in other parts of this restless country, sweeps by them unob- served. They are like those little nooks of still water, which border a rapid stream, where we may see the straw and bubble riding quietly at anchor, or slowly revolving in their mimic harbour, undisturbed by the rushing of the passing current. Though many years have elapsed since I trod the drowsy shades of Sleepy Hollow, yet I question whether I should not still Snd the same trees and the same families vegetating in its sheltered bosom.

In this by- place of nature there abode, in a remote period of American his- tory, that is to say, some thirty years since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane, who sojourned, or, as he expressed it, “tarried,” in Sleepy Hollow, for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity. He was a native of Connecticut, a state which supplies the Union with pioneers for the mind as well as the forest, and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodmen and country schoolmasters. The cognomen of Crane was not inap- plicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoul- ders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and ^at at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it might have been mistaken for a weathercock perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the proSle of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and ^uttering about him, one might have mistaken him for the genius8 of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornSeld.

His school- house was a low building of one large room, rudely constructed of logs; the windows partly glazed, and partly patched with leaves of old copy books. It was most ingeniously secured at vacant hours, by a withe9 twisted in the handle of the door, and stakes set against the window shutters; so that though a thief might get in with perfect ease, he would Snd some embar- rassment in getting out; an idea most probably borrowed by the architect, Yost Van Houten, from the mystery of an eelpot.1 The school- house stood in rather a lonely but a pleasant situation, just at the foot of a woody hill, with a brook running close by, and a formidable birch tree growing at one end of it. From hence the low murmur of his pupils’ voices conning over their les- sons, might be heard of a drowsy summer’s day, like the hum of a bee- hive; interrupted now and then by the authoritative voice of the master, giving menace or command, or, peradventure, the appalling sound of the birch, as he urged some tardy loiterer along the ^owery path of knowledge. Truth to say, he was a conscientious man, that ever bore in mind the golden maxim, “spare the rod and spoil the child.”2— Ichabod Crane’s scholars certainly were not spoiled.

I would not have it imagined, however, that he was one of those cruel potentates of the school, who joy in the smart3 of their subjects; on the con- trary, he administered justice with discrimination rather than severity;

8. Spirit; an echo of Shakespeare’s 2 Henry IV 3.2, Falstaff ’s description of the youthful Justice Shallow. 9. Slender, ^exible branch (usually from a wil- low), used in place of rope.

1. Eel trap. 2. From Hudibras 2.843 (1664), by the En glish poet Samuel Butler (1612– 1680), ultimately from Proverbs 13.24. 3. Pain, sting.

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taking the burthen off the backs of the weak, and laying it on those of the strong. Your mere puny stripling, that winced at the least ^ourish of the rod, was passed by with indulgence; but the claims of justice were satisSed, by giving a double portion to some little, tough, wrong- headed, broad- skirted Dutch urchin, who sulked and swelled and grew dogged and sullen beneath the birch. All this he called “doing his duty by their parents;” and he never in^icted a chastisement without following it by the assurance, so consola- tory to the smarting urchin, that he would remember it and thank him for it the longest day he had to live.

When school hours were over, he was even the companion and playmate of his larger boys; and would convoy some of the smaller ones home of a holy- day, who happened to have pretty sisters, or good house wives for mothers, noted for the comforts of the cupboard. Indeed, it behooved him to keep on good terms with his pupils. The revenue arising from his school was small, and would have been scarcely sufScient to furnish him with daily bread, for he was a huge feeder, and though lank, had the dilating powers of an Ana- conda;4 but to help out his maintenance, he was, according to country cus- tom in those parts, boarded and lodged at the houses of the farmers, whose children he instructed. With these he lived alternately a week at a time, thus going the rounds of the neighbourhood, with all his worldly effects tied up in a cotton handkerchief.

That all this might not be too onerous on the purses of his rustic patrons, who are apt to consider the costs of schooling a grievous burthen, and school- masters mere drones, he had various ways of rendering himself both useful and agreeable. He assisted the farmers occasionally in the light labours of their farms, helped to make hay, mended the fences, took the horses to water, drove the cows from pasture, and cut wood for the winter Sre. He laid aside, too, all the dominant dignity and absolute sway, with which he lorded it in his little empire, the school, and became wonderfully gentle and ingratiating. He found favour in the eyes of the mothers, by petting the children, particularly the youn gest, and like the lion bold, which whilome so magnanimously the lamb did hold,5 he would sit with a child on one knee, and rock a cradle with his foot, for whole hours together.

In addition to his other vocations, he was the singing- master of the neigh- bourhood, and picked up many bright shillings by instructing the young folks in psalmody.6 It was a matter of no little vanity to him on Sundays, to take his station in front of the church gallery, with a band of chosen singers; where, in his own mind, he completely carried away the palm from the parson. Certain it is, his voice resounded far above all the rest of the congregation, and there are peculiar quavers still to be heard in that church, and which may even be heard half- a-mile off, quite to the opposite side of the mill- pond, of a still Sunday morning, which are said to be legitimately descended from the nose of Ichabod Crane. Thus, by diverse little make shifts, in that ingenious way which is commonly denominated “by hook and by crook,”7 the worthy peda- gogue got on tolerably enough, and was thought, by all those who understood nothing of the labour of headwork, to have a wonderful easy life of it.

4. Tropical boa constrictor. 5. In the New En gland Primer, a widely used school text, the letter L consists of an illustration depicting Isaiah 11.6– 9 and the rhyme “The lion

bold / The lamb doth hold.” “Whilome”: formerly. 6. Singing of rhymed versions of the Psalms. 7. From Colin Clout (1523), by the En glish poet John Skelton (1460?– 1529).

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The schoolmaster is generally a man of some importance in the female circle of a rural neighbourhood, being considered a kind of idle gentleman- like personage, of vastly superior taste and accomplishments to the rough country swains, and, indeed, inferior in learning only to the parson. His appearance, therefore, is apt to occasion some little stir at the tea- table of a farm- house, and the addition of a supernumerary dish of cakes or sweet- meats, or, peradventure, the parade of a silver tea- pot. Our man of letters, therefore, was peculiarly happy in the smiles of all the country damsels. How he would Sgure among them in the church- yard, between ser vices on Sundays; gathering grapes for them from the wild vines that overrun the surrounding trees; reciting for them all the epitaphs on the tomb- stones, or sauntering, with a whole bevy of them, along the banks of the adjacent mill- pond; while the more bashful country bumpkins hung sheepishly back, envying his superior elegance and address.

From his half itinerant life, also, he was a kind of travelling gazette, carry ing the whole bud get of local gossip from house to house; so that his appearance was always greeted with satisfaction. He was, moreover, esteemed by the women as a man of great erudition, for he had read several books quite through, and was a perfect master of Cotton Mather’s History of New- England Witchcraft,8 in which, by the way, he most Srmly and potently believed.

He was, in fact, an odd mixture of small shrewdness and simple credulity. His appetite for the marvellous, and his powers of digesting it, were equally extraordinary; and both had been increased by his residence in this spell- bound region. No tale was too gross or monstrous for his capacious swallow. It was often his delight, after his school was dismissed of an afternoon, to stretch himself on the rich bed of clover, bordering the little brook that whimpered past his school- house, and there con over old Mather’s direful tales, until the gathering dusk of eve ning made the printed page a mere mist before his eyes. Then, as he wended his way, by swamp and stream and awful9 woodland, to the farm- house where he happened to be quartered, every sound of nature, at that witching hour, ^uttered his excited imagination: the moan of the whip- poor- will from the hill side; the boding cry of the tree- toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screech- owl; or the sudden rustling in the thicket, of birds frightened from their roost. The Sre- ̂ ies, too, which sparkled most vividly in the darkest places, now and then startled him, as one of uncommon brightness would stream across his path; and if, by chance, a huge blockhead of a beetle came winging his blundering ^ight against him, the poor varlet was ready to give up the ghost, with the idea that he was struck with a witch’s token. His only resource on such occasions, either to drown thought, or drive away evil spirits, was to sing psalm tunes;— and the good people of Sleepy Hollow, as they sat by their doors of an eve- ning, were often Slled with awe, at hearing his nasal melody, “in linked sweetness long drawn out,”1 ^oating from the distant hill, or along the dusky road.

8. Mather (1663– 1728), a Puritan minister, wrote Memorable Providences, Relating to Witch- crafts and Possessions (1689) and The Wonders of the Invisible World (1693).

9. Terrifying. 1. “L’Allegro,” line 140, by the En glish poet John Milton (1608– 1674).

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Another of his sources of fearful plea sure was, to pass long winter eve- nings with the old Dutch wives, as they sat spinning by the Sre, with a row of apples roasting and sputtering along the hearth, and listen to their mar- vellous tales of ghosts and goblins, and haunted Selds and haunted brooks, and haunted bridges and haunted houses, and particularly of the headless horse man, or galloping Hessian of the Hollow, as they sometimes called him. He would delight them equally by his anecdotes of witchcraft, and of the direful omens and portentous sights and sounds in the air, which prevailed in the earlier times of Connecticut; and would frighten them wofully with spec- ulations upon comets and shooting stars, and with the alarming fact that the world did absolutely turn round, and that they were half the time topsy- turvy!

But if there was a plea sure in all this, while snugly cuddling in the chimney corner of a chamber that was all of a ruddy glow from the crackling wood Sre, and where, of course, no spectre dare to show its face, it was dearly pur- chased by the terrors of his subsequent walk homewards. What fearful shapes and shadows beset his path, amidst the dim and ghostly glare of a snowy night!— With what wistful look did he eye every trembling ray of light stream- ing across the waste Selds from some distant window!— How often was he appalled by some shrub covered with snow, which like sheeted spectre beset his very path!— How often did he shrink with curdling awe at the sound of his own steps on the frosty crust beneath his feet; and dread to look over his shoulder, lest he should behold some uncouth being tramping close behind him!— and how often was he thrown into complete dismay by some rushing blast, howling among the trees, in the idea that it was the gallopping Hessian on one of his nightly scourings.

All these, however, were mere terrors of the night, phantoms of the mind, that walk in darkness; and though he had seen many spectres in his time, and been more than once beset by Satan in diverse shapes, in his lonely per- ambulations, yet day- light put an end to all these evils; and he would have passed a pleasant life of it, in despite of the Dev il and all his works, if his path had not been crossed by a being that causes more perplexity to mortal man, than ghosts, goblins, and the whole race of witches put together, and that was— a woman.

Among the musical disciples who assembled, one eve ning in each week, to receive his instructions in psalmody, was Katrina Van Tassel, the daugh- ter and only child of a substantial Dutch farmer. She was a blooming lass of fresh eigh teen; plump as a partridge; ripe and melting and rosy- cheeked as one of her father’s peaches, and universally famed, not merely for her beauty, but her vast expectations. She was withal a little of a coquette, as might be perceived even in her dress, which was a mixture of ancient and modern fashions, as most suited to set off her charms. She wore the ornaments of pure yellow gold, which her great- great- grandmother had brought over from Saardam; the tempting stomacher2 of the olden time, and withal a provok- ingly short petticoat, to display the prettiest foot and ankle in the country round.

2. Wide, ornamental waistband worn over a dress. “Saardam”: now Zaandam, town near Amsterdam.

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Ichabod Crane had a soft and foolish heart toward the sex; and it is not to be wondered at, that so tempting a morsel soon found favour in his eyes, more especially after he had visited her in her paternal mansion. Old Baltus Van Tassel was a perfect picture of a thriving, contented, liberal- hearted farmer. He seldom, it is true, sent either his eyes or his thoughts beyond the boundaries of his own farm; but within those every thing was snug, happy, and well- conditioned. He was satisSed with his wealth, but not proud of it, and piqued himself upon the hearty abundance, rather than the style in which he lived. His strong hold was situated on the banks of the Hudson, in one of those green, sheltered, fertile nooks, into which the Dutch farmers are so fond of nestling. A great elm tree spread its broad branches over it, at the foot of which bubbled up a spring of the softest and sweetest water, in a little kind of well, formed of a barrel, and then stole sparkling away through the grass, to a neighbouring brook, that babbled along among elders and dwarf willows. Hard by the farm- house was a vast barn, that might have served for a church; every window and crevice of which seemed bursting forth with the trea sures of the farm; the ^ail was busily resounding within it; swallows and martins skimmed twittering about the eaves, and rows of pigeons, some with one eye turned up, as if watching the weather, some with their heads under their wings, or buried in their bosoms, and others, swell- ing, and cooing, and bowing about their dames, were enjoying the sunshine on the roof. Sleek unwieldy porkers were grunting in the repose and abun- dance of their pens, from whence sallied forth, now and then, troops of suck- ing pigs, as if to snuff the air. A stately squadron of snowy geese were riding in an adjoining pond, convoying whole ^eets of ducks; regiments of turkeys were gobbling about the farm yard, and guinea fowls fretting like ill- tempered house wives, with their peevish discontented cry. Before the barn door strut- ted the gallant cock, that pattern of a husband, a warrior, and a Sne gentle- man, clapping his burnished wings, and crowing in the pride and gladness of his heart— sometimes tearing up the earth with his feet, and then generously calling his ever- hungry family of wives and children to enjoy the rich morsel he had discovered.

The pedagogue’s mouth watered, as he looked upon this sumptuous prom- ise of luxurious winter fare. In his devouring mind’s eye, he pictured to himself every roasting pig running about with a pudding in its belly,3 and an apple in its mouth; the pigeons were snugly put to bed in a comfortable pie, and tucked in with a coverlet of crust; the geese were swimming in their own gravy; and the ducks pairing cosily in dishes, like snug married couples, with a decent competency of onion sauce; in the porkers he saw carved out the future sleek side of bacon, and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey, but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradven- ture, a necklace of savoury sausages; and even bright chanticleer himself lay sprawling on his back, in a side dish, with uplifted claws, as if craving that quarter,4 which his chivalrous spirit disdained to ask while living.

As the enraptured Ichabod fancied all this, and as he rolled his great green eyes over the fat meadow lands, the rich Selds of wheat, of rye, of buckwheat, and Indian corn, and the orchards burthened with ruddy fruit,

3. Cf. “that roasted Manningtree ox with the pud- ding in his belly” (Shakespeare’s 1 Henry IV 2.4).

4. Clemency. “Chanticleer”: rooster.

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which surrounded the warm tenement5 of Van Tassel, his heart yearned after the damsel who was to inherit these domains, and his imagination expanded with the idea, how they might be readily turned into cash, and the money invested in im mense tracts of wild land, and shingle palaces in the wilder- ness. Nay, his busy fancy already put him in possession of his hopes, and presented to him the blooming Katrina, with a whole family of children, mounted on the top of a waggon loaded with house hold trumpery, with pots and kettles dangling beneath; and he beheld himself bestriding a pacing mare, with a colt at her heels, setting out for Kentucky, Tennessee, or the Lord knows where!

When he entered the house, the conquest of his heart was complete. It was one of those spacious farm- houses, with high- ridged, but lowly- sloping roofs, built in the style handed down from the Srst Dutch settlers. The low, projecting eaves formed a piazza along the front, capable of being closed up in bad weather. Under this were hung ^ails, harness, various utensils of hus- bandry, and nets for Sshing in the neighbouring river. Benches were built along the sides for summer use; and a great spinning wheel at one end, and a churn at the other, showed the various uses to which this important porch might be devoted. From this piazza the wondering Ichabod entered the hall, which formed the centre of the mansion, and the place of usual residence. Here, rows of resplendent pewter, ranged on a long dresser, dazzled his eyes. In one corner stood a huge bag of wool ready to be spun; in another a quan- tity of linsey- woolsey just from the loom; ears of Indian corn, and strings of dried apples and peaches, hung in gay festoons along the walls, mingled with the gaud of red peppers; and a door left ajar, gave him a peep into the best parlour, where the claw- footed chairs, and dark mahogany tables, shone like mirrors; andirons, with their accompanying shovel and tongs, glistened from their covert of asparagus tops; mock oranges6 and conch shells decorated the mantlepiece; strings of various coloured birds’ eggs were suspended above it; a great ostrich egg was hung from the centre of the room, and a corner cup- board, knowingly left open, displayed im mense trea sures of old silver and well- mended china.

From the moment Ichabod laid his eyes upon these regions of delight, the peace of his mind was at an end, and his only study was how to gain the affections of the peerless daughter of Van Tassel. In this enterprize, however, he had more real difSculties than generally fell to the lot of a knight- errant of yore, who seldom had any thing but giants, enchanters, Sery dragons, and such like easily conquered adversaries, to contend with; and had to make his way merely through gates of iron and brass, and walls of adamant,7 to the castle keep, where the lady of his heart was conSned; all which he achieved as easily as a man would carve his way to the centre of a Christmas pie, and then the lady gave him her hand as a matter of course. Ichabod, on the con- trary, had to win his way to the heart of a country coquette, beset with a labyrinth of whims and caprices, which were for ever presenting new difScul- ties and impediments, and he had to encounter a host of fearful adversaries of real ^esh and blood, the numerous rustic admirers, who beset every portal

5. Residence. 6. Probably gourds in the size and shape of

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to her heart, keeping a watchful and angry eye upon each other, but ready to ^y out in the common cause against any new competitor.

Among these, the most formidable, was a burley, roaring, roystering blade, of the name of Abraham, or, according to the Dutch abbreviation, Brom Van Brunt, the hero of the country round, which rung with his feats of strength and hardihood. He was broad shouldered and double jointed, with short curly black hair, and a bluff, but not unpleasant countenance, having a mingled air of fun and arrogance. From his Herculean frame and great powers of limb, he had received the nick- name of brom bones, by which he was universally known. He was famed for great knowledge and skill in horse manship, being as dexterous on horse back as a Tartar. He was foremost at all races and cock- Sghts, and with the ascendancy which bodily strength always acquires in rustic life, was the umpire in all disputes, setting his hat on one side, and giving his decisions with an air and tone that admitted of no gainsay or appeal. He was always ready for either a Sght or a frolick; had more mischief than ill- will in his composition; and with all his overbearing roughness, there was a strong dash of waggish good humour at bottom. He had three or four boon companions of his own stamp, who regarded him as their model, and at the head of whom he scoured the country, attending every scene of feud or merriment for miles round. In cold weather he was distinguished by a fur cap, surmounted with a ^aunting fox’s tail, and when the folks at a country gathering descried this well- known crest at a distance, whisking about among a squad of hard riders, they always stood by for a squall. Sometimes his crew would be heard dashing along past the farm- houses at midnight, with whoop and halloo, like a troop of Don Cossacks,8 and the old dames, startled out of their sleep, would listen for a moment till the hurry scurry had clattered by, and then exclaim, “aye, there goes Brom Bones and his gang!” The neigh- bours looked upon him with a mixture of awe, admiration, and good- will; and when any mad- cap prank, or rustic brawl, occurred in the vicinity, always shook their heads, and warranted Brom Bones was at the bottom of it.

This rantipole9 hero had for some time singled out the blooming Katrina for the object of his uncouth gallantries, and though his amorous toyings were something like the gentle caresses and endearments of a bear, yet it was whispered that she did not altogether discourage his hopes. Certain it is, his advances were signals for rival candidates to retire, who felt no inclination to cross a lion in his amours; insomuch, that when his horse was seen tied to Van Tassel’s paling,1 of a Sunday night, (a sure sign that his master was courting, or, as it is termed, “sparking,” within,) all other suitors passed by in despair, and carried the war into other quarters.

Such was the formidable rival with whom Ichabod Crane had to contend, and, considering all things, a stouter man than he would have shrunk from the competition, and a wiser man would have despaired. He had, however, a happy mixture of pliability and perseverance in his nature; he was in form and spirit like a supple jack2— yielding, but tough; though he bent, he never broke; and though he bowed beneath the slightest pressure, yet, the moment it was away— jerk!—he was as erect, and carried his head as high as ever.

8. Rus sian cavalry ranging the area around the Don River. 9. Wild, unruly.

1. Fence. 2. Cane made from a climbing plant with tough, pliant stems.

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To have taken the Seld openly against his rival, would have been madness; for he was not a man to be thwarted in his amours, any more than that stormy lover, Achilles.3 Ichabod, therefore, made his advances in a quiet and gently- insinuating manner. Under cover of his character of singing master, he made frequent visits at the farm- house; not that he had any thing to appre- hend from the meddlesome interference of parents, which is so often a stum- bling block in the path of lovers. Balt Van Tassel was an easy indulgent soul; he loved his daughter better even than his pipe, and like a reasonable man, and an excellent father, let her have her way in every thing. His notable little wife too, had enough to do to attend to her house keeping and manage the poultry, for, as she sagely observed, ducks and geese are foolish things, and must be looked after, but girls can take care of themselves. Thus while the busy dame bustled about the house, or plied her spinning wheel at one end of the piazza, honest Balt would sit smoking his eve ning pipe at the other, watching the achievements of a little wooden warrior, who, armed with a sword in each hand, was most valiantly Sghting the wind on the pinnacle of the barn. In the mean time, Ichabod would carry on his suit with the daughter by the side of the spring under the great elm, or sauntering along in the twilight, that hour so favourable to the lover’s eloquence.

I profess not to know how women’s hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration. Some seem to have but one vulnerable point, or door of access; while others have a thousand avenues, and may be captured a thousand different ways. It is a great triumph of skill to gain the former, but a still greater proof of generalship to maintain possession of the latter, for a man must battle for his fortress at every door and window. He that wins a thousand common hearts, is therefore entitled to some renown; but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette, is indeed a hero. Certain it is, this was not the case with the redoutable Brom Bones; and from the moment Ichabod Crane made his advances, the inter- ests of the former evidently declined; his horse was no longer seen tied at the palings on Sunday nights, and a deadly feud gradually arose between him and the preceptor of Sleepy Hollow.

Brom, who had a degree of rough chivalry in his nature, would fain have carried matters to open warfare, and settled their pretensions to the lady, according to the mode of those most concise and simple reasoners, the knights- errant of yore— by single combat: but Ichabod was too conscious of the superior might of his adversary to enter the lists against him; he had over- heard the boast of Bones, that he would “double the schoolmaster up, and put him on a shelf;” and he was too wary to give him an opportunity. There was something extremely provoking in this obstinately paciSc system; it left Brom no alternative but to draw upon the funds of rustic waggery in his dis- position, and play off boorish practical jokes upon his rival. Ichabod became the object of whimsical persecution to Bones, and his gang of rough riders. They harried his hitherto peaceful domains; smoked out his singing school, by stopping up the chimney; broke into the school- house at night, in spite of its formidable fastenings of withe and window stakes, and turned every thing

3. In book 1 of Homer’s Iliad, King Agamemnon takes the captive maiden Briseis from the warrior Achilles, who thereupon sulks in his tent during

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topsy- turvy, so that the poor schoolmaster began to think all the witches in the country held their meetings there. But what was still more annoying, Brom took all opportunities of turning him into ridicule in presence of his mistress, and had a scoundrel dog, whom he taught to whine in the most ludicrous manner, and introduced as a rival of Ichabod’s, to instruct her in psalmody.

In this way, matters went on for some time, without producing any mate- rial effect on the relative situations of the contending powers. On a Sne autumnal afternoon, Ichabod, in pensive mood, sat enthroned on the lofty stool from whence he usually watched all the concerns of his little literary realm. In his hand he swayed a ferule, that sceptre of despotic power; the birch of justice reposed on three nails, behind the throne, a constant terror to evil doers; while on the desk before him might be seen sundry contraband articles and prohibited weapons, detected upon the persons of idle urchins, such as half- munched apples, popguns, whirligigs,4 ^y- cages, and whole legions of rampant little paper game cocks. Apparently there had been some appalling act of justice recently in^icted, for his scholars were all busily intent upon their books, or slyly whispering behind them with one eye kept upon the master; and a kind of buzzing stillness reigned throughout the school- room. It was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of a negro in tow- cloth jacket and trowsers, a round crowned fragment of a hat, like the cap of Mercury,5 and mounted on the back of a ragged, wild, half- broken colt, which he managed with a rope by way of halter. He came clattering up to the school door with an invitation to Ichabod to attend a merry- making, or “quilt- ing frolick,” to be held that eve ning at Mynheer Van Tassel’s, and having delivered his message with that air of importance, and effort at Sne language, which a negro is apt to display on petty embassies of the kind, he dashed over the brook, and was seen scampering away up the hollow, full of the impor- tance and hurry of his mission.

All was now bustle and hubbub in the late quiet school room. The schol- ars were hurried through their lessons, without stopping at tri^es; those who were nimble, skipped over half with impunity, and those who were tardy, had a smart application now and then in the rear, to quicken their speed, or help them over a tall word. Books were ^ung aside, without being put away on the shelves; inkstands were overturned, benches thrown down, and the whole school turned loose an hour before the usual time; bursting forth like a legion of young imps, yelping and racketing about the green, in joy at their early emancipation.

The gallant Ichabod now spent at least an extra half hour at his toilet, brushing and furbishing up his best, and indeed only suit of rusty black, and arranging his looks by a bit of broken looking glass, that hung up in the school house. That he might make his appearance before his mistress in the true style of a cavalier, he borrowed a horse from the farmer with whom he was domiciliated, a choleric old Dutchman, of the name of Hans Van Rip- per, and thus gallantly mounted, issued forth like a knight- errant in quest of adventures. But it is meet6 I should, in the true spirit of romantic story, give some account of the looks and equipments of my hero and his steed. The

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4. Child’s toys, spun like a top. 5. A winged cap symbolized the speed of Mer- cury, messenger of the gods. Slavery was legal in

New York until 1827. 6. Fitting, appropriate.

animal he bestrode was a broken- down plough horse, that had outlived almost every thing but his viciousness. He was gaunt and shagged, with a ewe neck and hammer head; his rusty mane and tail were tangled and knotted with burrs; one eye had lost its pupil, and was glaring and spectral, but the other had the gleam of a genuine dev il in it. Still he must have had Sre and mettle in his day, if we may judge from his name, which was Gunpowder. He had, in fact, been a favourite steed of his master’s, the cholerick Van Ripper, who was a furious rider, and had infused, very probably, some of his own spirit into the animal, for, old and broken- down as he looked, there was more lurking dev iltry in him than in any young Slly in the country.

Ichabod was a suitable Sgure for such a steed. He rode with short stirrups, which brought his knees nearly up to the pommel of the saddle; his sharp elbows stuck out like grasshoppers’; he carried his whip perpendicularly in his hand, like a sceptre, and as the horse jogged on, the motion of his arms was not unlike the ^apping of a pair of wings. A small wool hat rested on the top of his nose, for so his scanty strip of forehead might be called, and the skirts of his black coat ^uttered out almost to the horse’s tail. Such was the appearance of Ichabod and his steed, as they shambled out of the gate of Hans Van Ripper, and it was altogether such an apparition as is seldom to be met with in broad day light.

It was, as I have said, a Sne autumnal day, the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into bril- liant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet. Streaming Sles of wild ducks began to make their appearance high in the air; the bark of the squirrel might be heard from the groves of beech and hickory nuts, and the pensive whistle of the quail at intervals from the neighbouring stubble Seld.

The small birds were taking their farewell banquets. In the fullness of their revelry, they ̂ uttered, chirping and frolicking, from bush to bush, and tree to tree, capricious from the very profusion and variety around them. There was the honest cock- robin, the favourite game of stripling sportsmen, with its loud querulous note; and the twittering blackbirds ^ying in sable clouds; and the golden winged woodpecker, with his crimson crest, his broad black gor- get,7 and splendid plumage; and the cedar bird, with its red tipt wings and yellow tipt tail, and its little monteiro cap8 of feathers; and the blue jay, that noisy coxcomb, in his gay light blue coat and white under clothes, screaming and chattering, nodding, and bobbing, and bowing, and pretending to be on good terms with every songster of the grove.

As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye, ever open to every symptom of culinary abundance, ranged with delight over the trea sures of jolly autumn. On all sides he beheld vast store of apples, some hanging in oppressive opu- lence on the trees, some gathered into baskets and barrels for the market, others heaped up in rich piles for the cider- press. Further on he beheld great Selds of Indian corn, with its golden ears peeping from their leafy coverts, and holding out the promise of cakes and hasty pudding; and the yellow pumpkins lying beneath them, turning up their fair round bellies to the sun,

7. Throat. 8. Hunting cap with a ^ap at the front.

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and giving ample prospects of the most luxurious of pies; and anon he passed the fragrant buckwheat Selds, breathing the odour of the bee- hive, and as he beheld them, soft anticipations stole over his mind of dainty slap- jacks, well buttered, and garnished with honey or treacle,9 by the delicate little dimpled hand of Katrina Van Tassel.

Thus feeding his mind with many sweet thoughts and “sugared supposi- tions,” he journeyed along the sides of a range of hills which look out upon some of the goodliest scenes of the mighty Hudson. The sun gradually wheeled his broad disk down into the west. The wide bosom of the Tappaan Zee lay motionless and glassy, excepting that here and there a gentle undulation waved and prolonged the blue shadow of the distant mountain: a few amber clouds ^oated in the sky, without a breath of air to move them. The horizon was of a Sne golden tint, changing gradually into a pure apple green, and from that into a deep blue of the mid- heaven. A slanting ray lingered on the woody crests of the precipices that overhung some parts of the river, giving greater depth to the dark grey and purple of their rocky sides. A sloop was loitering in the distance, dropping slowly down with the tide, her sail hanging uselessly against the mast, and as the re^ection of the sky gleamed along the still water, it seemed as if the vessel was suspended in the air.

It was toward eve ning that Ichabod arrived at the castle of the Heer Van Tassel, which he found thronged with the pride and ^ower of the adjacent country. Old farmers, a spare, leathern- faced race, in homespun coats and small clothes, blue stockings, huge shoes and magniScent pewter buckles. Their brisk withered little dames in close crimped caps, long waisted short gowns, homespun petticoats, with scissors and pincushions, and gay calico pockets, hanging on the outside. Buxom lasses, almost as antiquated as their mothers, excepting where a straw hat, a Sne ribband, or perhaps a white frock, gave symptoms of city innovations. The sons, in short square- skirted coats with rows of stupendous brass buttons, and their hair generally queued in the fashion of the times, especially if they could procure an eel- skin for the purpose, it being esteemed throughout the country as a potent nourisher and strengthener of the hair.

Brom Bones, however, was the hero of the scene, having come to the gath- ering on his favourite steed Daredev il, a creature, like himself, full of mettle and mischief, and which no one but himself could manage. He was in fact noted for preferring vicious animals, given to all kinds of tricks, which kept the rider in constant risk of his neck, and held a tractable well- broken horse as unworthy a lad of spirit.

Fain would I pause to dwell upon the world of charms that burst upon the enraptured gaze of my hero, as he entered the state parlour of Van Tassel’s mansion. Not those of the bevy of buxom lasses, with their luxurious display of red and white: but the ample charms of a genuine Dutch country tea- table, in the sumptuous time of autumn. Such heaped up platters of cakes of vari- ous and almost indescribable kinds, known only to experienced Dutch house wives. There was the doughty dough- nut, the tenderer oly koek,1 and the crisp and crumbling cruller; sweet cakes and short cakes, ginger cakes and honey cakes, and the whole family of cakes. And then there were apple

9. Molasses. 1. Kind of cruller or doughnut.

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pies and peach pies and pumpkin pies; not to mention slices of ham and smoked beef, together with broiled shad and roasted chickens; besides delec- table dishes of preserved plums, and peaches, and pears, and quinces; with bowls of milk and cream, all mingled higgledy- piggledy, pretty much as I have enumerated them, with the motherly tea- pot sending up its clouds of vapour from the midst— Heaven bless the mark! I want2 breath and time to discuss this banquet as it deserves, and am too eager to get on with my story. Happily, Ichabod Crane was not in so great a hurry as his historian, but did ample justice to every dainty.

He was a kind and thankful toad, whose heart dilated in proportion as his skin was Slled with good cheer, and whose spirits rose with eating, as some men’s do with drink. He could not help, too, rolling his large eyes round him as he eat, and chuckling with the possibility that he might one day be lord of all this scene of almost unimaginable luxury and splendour. Then, he thought, how soon he’d turn his back upon the old school house; snap his Sngers in the face of Hans Van Ripper, and every other niggardly patron, and kick any itinerant pedagogue out of doors that dared to call him comrade!

Old Baltus Van Tassel moved about among his guests with a face dilated with content and good humour, round and jolly as the harvest moon. His hospitable attentions were brief, but expressive, being conSned to a shake of the hand, a slap on the shoulder, a loud laugh, and a pressing invitation to “reach to, and help themselves.”

And now the sound of the music from the common room or hall, sum- moned to the dance. The musician was an old grey- headed negro, who had been the itinerant orchestra of the neighbourhood for more than half a cen- tury. His instrument was as old and battered as himself. The greater part of the time he scraped away on two or three strings, accompanying every move- ment of the bow with a motion of the head; bowing almost to the ground, and stamping with his foot whenever a fresh couple were to start.

Ichabod prided himself upon his dancing as much as upon his vocal pow- ers. Not a limb, not a Sbre about him was idle, and to have seen his loosely hung frame in full motion, and clattering about the room, you would have thought Saint Vitus3 himself, that blessed patron of the dance, was Sguring before you in person. He was the admiration of all the negroes, who, having gathered, of all ages and sizes, from the farm and the neighbourhood, stood forming a pyramid of shining black faces at every door and window, gazing with delight at the scene, rolling their white eye- balls, and showing grinning rows of ivory from ear to ear. How could the ^ogger of urchins be otherwise than animated and joyous; the lady of his heart was his partner in the dance; she smiled graciously in reply to all his amorous oglings, while Brom Bones, sorely smitten with love and jealousy, sat brooding by himself in one corner.

When the dance was at an end, Ichabod was attracted to a knot of the sager folks, who, with old Van Tassel, sat smoking at one end of the piazza, gossipping over former times, and drawling out long stories about the war.

This neighbourhood, at the time of which I am speaking, was one of those highly favoured places which abound with chronicle and great men. The British and American line had run near it during the war; it had, therefore,

2. Lack. 3. Early Christian martyr prayed to by Catholics

suffering from chorea, epilepsy, or other ner vous disorders.

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been the scene of marauding, and been infested with refugees, cow boys,4 and all kind of border chivalry. Just sufScient time had elapsed to enable each story teller to dress up his tale with a little becoming Sction, and in the indistinctness of his recollection, to make himself the hero of every exploit.

There was the story of Doffue Martling, a large, blue- bearded Dutchman, who had nearly taken a British frigate with an old iron nine- pounder from a mud breastwork,5 only that his gun burst at the sixth discharge. And there was an old gentleman who shall be nameless, being too rich a mynheer to be lightly mentioned, who in the battle of Whiteplains,6 being an excellent mas- ter of defence, parried a musket ball with a small sword, insomuch that he absolutely felt it whiz round the blade, and glance off at the hilt: in proof of which, he was ready at any time to show the sword, with the hilt a little bent. There were several more who had been equally great in the Seld, not one of whom but was persuaded that he had a considerable hand in bringing the war to a happy termination.

But all these were nothing to the tales of ghosts and apparitions that suc- ceeded. The neighbourhood is rich in legendary trea sures of the kind. Local tales and superstitions thrive best in these sheltered, long settled retreats; but they are trampled under foot, by the shifting throng that forms the popula- tion of most of our country places. Besides, there is no encouragement for ghosts in the generality of our villages, for they have scarce had time to take their Srst nap, and turn themselves in their graves, before their surviving friends have travelled away from the neighbourhood, so that when they turn out of a night to walk the rounds, they have no acquaintance left to call upon. This is perhaps the reason why we so seldom hear of ghosts excepting in our long- established Dutch communities.

The immediate cause, however, of the prevalence of supernatural stories in these parts, was doubtless owing to the vicinity of Sleepy Hollow. There was a contagion in the very air that blew from that haunted region; it breathed forth an atmosphere of dreams and fancies infecting all the land. Several of the Sleepy Hollow people were present at Van Tassel’s, and, as usual, were doling out their wild and wonderful legends. Many dismal tales were told about funeral trains, and mournful cries and wailings heard and seen about the great tree where the unfortunate Major André7 was taken, and which stood in the neighbourhood. Some mention was made also of the woman in white, that haunted the dark glen at Raven Rock, and was often heard to shriek on winter nights before a storm, having perished there in the snow. The chief part of the stories, however, turned upon the favourite spectre of Sleepy Hollow, the headless horse man, who had been heard several times of late, patroling the country; and it was said, tethered his horse nightly among the graves in the church- yard.

The sequestered situation of this church seems always to have made it a favourite haunt of troubled spirits. It stands on a knoll, surrounded by locust trees and lofty elms, from among which its decent, whitewashed walls shine modestly forth, like Christian purity, beaming through the shades of retire-

4. Tory guerrillas (i.e., British partisans) who raided the Tarrytown area during the Revolution. 5. Hastily erected fortiScation. “Nine- pounder”: small cannon Sring nine- pound balls. 6. The British general William Howe defeated George Washington at the battle of White Plains,

near New York City, in 1776. 7. John André (1751– 1780), British spy arrested at Tarrytown and executed at Tappan, across the Hudson; he carried documents proving that Benedict Arnold had betrayed the colonial army.

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ment. A gentle slope descends from it to a silver sheet of water, bordered by high trees, between which, peeps may be caught at the blue hills of the Hud- son. To look upon its grass- grown yard, where the sunbeams seem to sleep so quietly, one would think that here at least the dead might rest in peace. On one side of the church extends a wide woody dell, along which raves a large brook among broken rocks and trunks of fallen trees. Over a deep black part of the stream, not far from the church, was formerly thrown a wooden bridge; the road that led to it, and the bridge itself, were thickly shaded by overhanging trees, which cast a gloom about it, even in the day time; but occasioned a fearful darkness at night. Such was one of the favourite haunts of the headless horse man, and the place where he was most frequently encountered. The tale was told of old Brouwer, a most heretical disbeliever in ghosts, that he met the horse man returning from his foray into Sleepy Hol- low, and was obliged to get up behind him; that they gallopped over bush and brake, over hill and swamp, until they reached the bridge, when the horse man suddenly turned into a skeleton, threw old Brouwer into the brook, and sprang away over the tree- tops with a clap of thunder.

This story was immediately matched by a thrice marvellous adventure of Brom Bones, who made light of the gallopping Hessian as an errant jockey.8 He afSrmed, that on returning one night from the neighbouring village of Sing- Sing,9 he had been overtaken by this midnight trooper; that he had offered to race with him for a bowl of punch, and would have won it too, for Daredev il beat the goblin horse all hollow, but just as they came to the church bridge, the Hessian bolted, and vanished in a ^ash of Sre.

All these tales, told in that drowsy under tone with which men talk in the dark, the countenances of the listeners only now and then receiving a casual gleam from the glare of a pipe, sunk deep in the mind of Ichabod. He repaid them in kind with large extracts from his invaluable author, Cotton Mather, and added many very marvellous events that had taken place in his native state of Connecticut, and fearful sights which he had seen in his nightly walks about Sleepy Hollow.

The revel now gradually broke up. The old farmers gathered together their families in their wagons, and were heard for some time rattling along the hol- low roads, and over the distant hills. Some of the damsels, mounted on pil- lions1 behind their favourite swains, and their light- hearted laughter mingling with the clatter of hoofs, echoed along the silent woodlands, sounding fainter and fainter until they gradually died away— and the late scene of noise and frolick was all silent and deserted. Ichabod only lingered behind, according to the custom of country lovers, to have a tête- a-tête2 with the heiress; fully convinced that he was now on the high road to success. What passed at this interview I will not pretend to say, for in fact I do not know. Something, how- ever, I fear me, must have gone wrong, for he certainly sallied forth, after no very great interval, with an air quite desolate and chopfallen— Oh these women! these women! Could that girl have been playing off any of her coquettish tricks?— Was her encouragement of the poor pedagogue all a mere sham to secure her conquest of his rival?— Heaven only knows, not I!—

8. Horse man who had lost his way. 9. Ossining. 1. Pads behind a saddle for a second rider.

2. Head to head (French); i.e., a conSdential con- versation.

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Let it sufSce to say, Ichabod stole forth with the air of one who had been sacking a hen roost, rather than a fair lady’s heart. Without looking to the right or left to notice the scene of rural wealth, on which he had so often gloated, he went straight to the stable, and with several hearty cuffs and kicks, roused his steed most uncourteously from the comfortable quarters in which he was soundly sleeping, dreaming of mountains of corn and oats, and whole valleys of timothy and clover.

It was the very witching time of night3 that Ichabod, heavyhearted and bedrooped, pursued his travel homewards, along the sides of the lofty hills which rise above Tarry Town, and which he had traversed so cheerily in the afternoon. The hour was as dismal as himself. Far below him the Tappaan Zee spread its dusky and indistinct waste of waters, with here and there the tall mast of a sloop, riding quietly at anchor under the land. In the dead hush of midnight, he could even hear the barking of the watch- dog from the oppo- site shore of the Hudson; but it was so vague and faint as only to give an idea of his distance from this faithful companion of man. Now and then, too, the long- drawn crowing of a cock, accidentally awakened, would sound far, far off, from some farm house away among the hills— but it was like a dreaming sound in his ear. No signs of life occurred near him, but occasionally the melancholy chirp of a cricket, or perhaps the guttural twang of a bull frog, from a neighbouring marsh, as if sleeping uncomfortably, and turning sud- denly in his bed.

All the stories of ghosts and goblins that Ichabod had heard in the after- noon, now came crowding upon his recollection. The night grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the sky, and driving clouds occa- sionally hid them from his sight. He had never felt so lonely and dismal. He was, moreover, approaching the very place where many of the scenes of the ghost stories had been laid. In the centre of the road stood an enormous tulip tree, which towered like a giant above all the other trees of the neighbour- hood, and formed a kind of land- mark. Its limbs were vast, gnarled, and fan- tastic, twisting down almost to the earth, and rising again into the air, and they would have formed trunks for ordinary trees. It was connected with the tragical story of the unfortunate André, who had been taken prisoner hard by it, and it was universally known by the name of Major André’s tree. The com- mon people regarded it with a mixture of respect and superstition, partly out of sympathy for the memory of its ill- starred namesake, and partly from the tales, strange sights, and doleful lamentations, told concerning it.

As Ichabod approached this fearful tree, he began to whistle; he thought his whistle was answered: it was but a blast sweeping sharply through the dry branches. As he approached a little nearer, he thought he saw something white, hanging in the midst of the tree: he paused and ceased whistling; but on looking more narrowly, perceived that it was a place where the tree had been scathed by lightning, and the white wood laid bare. Suddenly he heard a groan— his teeth chattered, and his knees smote against the saddle: it was but the rubbing of one huge bough upon another, as they were swayed about by the breeze. He passed the tree in safety, but new perils lay still before him.

3. Cf. Shakespeare’s Hamlet 3.2.406.

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About two hundred yards from the tree, a small brook crossed the road, and ran into a marshy and thickly wooded glen, known by the name of Wiley’s Swamp. A few rough logs, laid side by side, served for a bridge over this stream. On that side of the road where the brook entered the wood, a group of oaks and chestnuts, matted thick with wild grape vines, threw a cavernous gloom over it. To pass this bridge, was the severest trial. It was at this identical spot that the unfortunate André was captured, and under the covert of those chestnuts and vines were the sturdy yeomen concealed who surprised him. This has ever since been considered a haunted stream, and fearful are the feelings of the schoolboy who has to pass it alone after dark.

As he approached the stream, his heart began to thump; he, however, sum- moned up all his resolution, gave his horse half a score of kicks in the ribs, and attempted to dash briskly across the bridge; but instead of starting for- ward, the perverse old animal made a lateral movement, and ran broadside against the fence. Ichabod, whose fears increased with the delay, jerked the reins on the other side, and kicked lustily with the contrary foot: it was all in vain; his steed started, it is true, but it was only to plunge to the opposite side of the road into a thicket of brambles and alder bushes. The schoolmaster now bestowed both whip and heel upon the starvelling ribs of old Gunpow- der, who dashed forward, snuf^ing and snorting, but came to a stand just by the bridge with a suddenness that had nearly sent his rider sprawling over his head. Just at this moment a plashy tramp by the side of the bridge caught the sensitive ear of Ichabod. In the dark shadow of the grove, on the margin of the brook, he beheld something huge, misshapen, black and towering. It stirred not, but seemed gathered up in the gloom, like some gigantic monster ready to spring upon the traveller.

The hair of the affrighted pedagogue rose upon his head with terror. What was to be done? To turn and ^y was now too late; and besides, what chance was there of escaping ghost or goblin, if such it was, which can ride upon the wings of the wind? Summoning up, therefore, a show of courage, he demanded in stammering accents—“who are you?” He received no reply. He repeated his demand in a still more agitated voice.— Still there was no answer. Once more he cudgelled the sides of the in^exible Gunpowder, and shutting his eyes, broke forth with involuntary fervour into a psalm tune. Just then the shadowy object of alarm put itself in motion, and with a scramble and a bound, stood at once in the middle of the road. Though the night was dark and dismal, yet the form of the unknown might now in some degree be ascertained. He appeared to be a horse man of large dimensions, and mounted on a black horse of powerful frame. He made no offer of molestation or socia- bility, but kept aloof on one side of the road, jogging along on the blind side of old Gunpowder, who had now got over his fright and waywardness.

Ichabod, who had no relish for this strange midnight companion, and bethought himself of the adventure of Brom Bones with the gallopping Hes- sian, now quickened his steed, in hopes of leaving him behind. The stranger, however, quickened his horse to an equal pace; Ichabod pulled up, and fell into a walk, thinking to lag behind— the other did the same. His heart began to sink within him; he endeavoured to resume his psalm tune, but his parched tongue clove to the roof of his mouth, and he could not utter a stave.4 There

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4. Verse.

was something in the moody and dogged silence of this pertinacious com- panion, that was mysterious and appalling. It was soon fearfully accounted for. On mounting a rising ground, which brought the Sgure of his fellow traveller in relief against the sky, gigantic in height, and muf^ed in a cloak, Ichabod was horror- struck, on perceiving that he was headless! but his hor- ror was still more increased, on observing, that the head, which should have rested on his shoulders, was carried before him on the pommel of the saddle! His terror rose to desperation; he rained a shower of kicks and blows upon Gunpowder, hoping, by a sudden movement, to give his companion the slip— but the spectre started full jump with him. Away, then, they dashed, through thick and thin; stones ^ying, and sparks ^ashing, at every bound. Ichabod’s ^imsy garments ^uttered in the air, as he stretched his long lank body away over his horse’s head, in the eagerness of his ^ight.

They had now reached the road which turns off to Sleepy Hollow; but Gunpowder, who seemed possessed with a demon, instead of keeping up it, made an opposite turn, and plunged headlong down hill to the left. This road leads through a sandy hollow shaded by trees for about a quarter of a mile, where it crosses the bridge famous in goblin story, and just beyond swells the green knoll on which stands the whitewashed church.

As yet the panic of the steed had given his unskilful rider an apparent advantage in the chase, but just as he had got half way through the hollow, the girths of the saddle gave way, and he felt it slipping from under him; he seized it by the pommel, and endeavoured to hold it Srm, but in vain; and had just time to save himself by clasping old Gunpowder round the neck, when the saddle fell to the earth, and he heard it trampled under foot by his pursuer. For a moment the terror of Hans Van Ripper’s wrath passed across his mind— for it was his Sunday saddle; but this was no time for petty fears: the goblin was hard on his haunches; and, unskilful rider that he was! he had much- ado to maintain his seat; sometimes slipping on one side, sometimes on another, and sometimes jolted on the high ridge of his horse’s back bone, with a violence that he verily feared would cleave him asunder.

An opening in the trees now cheered him with the hopes that the Church Bridge was at hand. The wavering re^ection of a silver star in the bosom of the brook told him that he was not mistaken. He saw the walls of the church dimly glaring under the trees beyond. He recollected the place where Brom Bones’ ghostly competitor had disappeared. “If I can but reach that bridge,” thought Ichabod, “I am safe.”5 Just then he heard the black steed panting and blowing close behind him; he fancied he felt his hot breath. Another convulsive kick in the ribs, and old Gunpowder sprung upon the bridge; he thundered over the resounding planks; he gained the opposite side, and now Ichabod cast a look behind to see if his pursuer should vanish, accord- ing to rule, in a ^ash of Sre and brimstone. Just then he saw the goblin ris- ing in his stirrups, and in the very act of hurling his head at him. Ichabod endeavoured to dodge the horrible missile, but too late. It encountered his cranium with a tremendous crash— he was tumbled headlong into the dust, and Gunpowder, the black steed, and the goblin rider, passed by like a whirlwind.——

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The next morning the old horse was found without his saddle, and the bridle under his feet, soberly cropping the grass at his master’s gate. Icha- bod did not make his appearance at breakfast—dinner- hour came, but no Ichabod. The boys assembled at the school house, and strolled idly about the banks of the brook; but no schoolmaster. Hans Van Ripper now began to feel some uneasiness about the fate of poor Ichabod, and his saddle. An inquiry was set on foot, and after diligent investigation they came upon his traces. In one part of the road leading to the church, was found the saddle tram- pled in the dirt; the tracks of horses’ hoofs deeply dented in the road, and evidently at furious speed, were traced to the bridge, beyond which, on the bank of a broad part of the brook, where the water ran deep and black, was found the hat of the unfortunate Ichabod, and close beside it a shattered pumpkin.

The brook was searched, but the body of the schoolmaster was not to be discovered. Hans Van Ripper, as executor of his estate, examined the bun- dle which contained all his worldly effects. They consisted of two old shirts and a half; two stocks6 for the neck; a pair of worsted stockings with holes in them; an old pair of corduroy small- clothes; a book of psalm tunes full of dog’s ears; a pitch pipe out of order; a rusty razor; a small pot of bear’s grease for the hair, and a cast- iron comb. As to the books and furniture of the school house, they belonged to the community, excepting Cotton Mather’s History of Witchcraft, a New- England Almanack, and a book of dreams and fortune telling, in which last was a sheet of foolscap much scribbled and blotted, by several fruitless attempts to make a copy of verses in honour of the heiress of Van Tassel. These magic books and the poetic scrawl were forthwith consigned to the ^ames by Hans Van Ripper, who from that time forward determined to send his children no more to school, observing, that he never knew any good come of this same reading and writing. What ever money the schoolmaster possessed, and he had received his quarter’s pay but a day or two before, he must have had about his person at the time of his disappearance.

The mysterious event caused much speculation at the Church on the fol- lowing Sunday. Knots of gazers and gossips were collected in the church- yard, at the bridge, and at the spot where the hat and pumpkin had been found. The stories of Brouwer, of Bones, and a whole bud get of others, were called to mind; and when they had diligently considered them all, and com- pared them with the symptoms of the present case, they shook their heads, and came to the conclusion, that Ichabod had been carried off by the gallop- ping Hessian. As he was a bachelor, and in nobody’s debt, nobody troubled his head any more about him, the school was removed to a different quarter of the hollow, and another pedagogue reigned in his stead.

It is true, an old farmer, who had been down to New- York on a visit several years after, and from whom this account of the ghostly adventure was received, brought home the intelligence that Ichabod Crane was still alive; that he had left the neighbourhood partly through fear of the goblin and Hans Van Ripper, and partly in mortiScation at having been suddenly dismissed by the heiress; that he had changed his quarters to a distant part of the country; had

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kept school and studied law at the same time; had been admitted to the bar, turned politician, electioneered, written for the newspapers, and Snally had been made a Justice of the Ten Pound Court.7 Brom Bones too, who, shortly after his rival’s disappearance, conducted the blooming Katrina in triumph to the altar, was observed to look exceedingly knowing whenever the story of Ichabod was related, and always burst into a hearty laugh at the mention of the pumpkin; which led some to suspect that he knew more about the matter than he chose to tell.

The old country wives, however, who are the best judges of these matters, maintain to this day, that Ichabod was spirited away by supernatural means; and it is a favourite story often told about the neighbourhood round the win- ter eve ning Sre. The bridge became more than ever an object of superstitious awe, and that may be the reason why the road has been altered of late years, so as to approach the church by the border of the millpond. The school house being deserted, soon fell to decay, and was reported to be haunted by the ghost of the unfortunate pedagogue; and the plough boy, loitering homeward of a still summer eve ning, has often fancied his voice at a distance, chanting a melancholy psalm tune among the tranquil solitudes of Sleepy Hollow.

postscript, found in the handwriting of mr. knickerbocker

The preceding Tale is given, almost in the precise words in which I heard it related at the corporation meeting of the ancient city of the Manhattoes, at which were present many of its sagest and most illustrious burghers. The narrator was a pleasant, shabby, gentlemanly old fellow, in pepper and salt clothes, with a sadly humourous face, and one whom I strongly suspected of being poor, he made such efforts to be entertaining. When his story was concluded, there was much laughter and approbation, particularly from two or three deputy aldermen, who had been asleep the greater part of the time. There was, however, one tall, dry- looking old gentleman, with beetling eyebrows, who maintained a grave and rather severe face throughout; now and then folding his arms, inclining his head, and looking down upon the ^oor, as if turning a doubt over in his mind. He was one of your wary men, who never laugh but upon good grounds— when they have reason and the law on their side. When the mirth of the rest of the company had subsided, and silence was restored, he leaned one arm on the elbow of his chair, and sticking the other a-kimbo, demanded, with a slight, but exceedingly sage motion of the head, and contraction of the brow, what was the moral of the story, and what it went to prove.

The story- teller, who was just putting a glass of wine to his lips, as a refreshment after his toils, paused for a moment, looked at his inquirer with an air of inSnite deference, and lowering the glass slowly to the table, observed, that the story was intended most logically to prove,

“That there is no situation in life but has its advantages and pleasures, provided we will but take a joke as we Snd it:

“That, therefore, he that runs races with goblin troopers, is likely to have rough riding of it:

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“Ergo, for a country schoolmaster to be refused the hand of a Dutch heiress, is a certain step to high preferment in the state.”

The cautious old gentleman knit his brows tenfold closer after this expla- nation, being sorely puzzled by the ratiocination of the syllogism; while methought the one in pepper and salt eyed him with something of a trium- phant leer. At length he observed, that all this was very well, but still he thought the story a little on the extravagant— there were one or two points on which he had his doubts.

“Faith, sir,” replied the story- teller, “as to that matter, I don’t believe one half of it myself.” D.K.

1820

JAMES FENIMORE COOPER 1789–1851

T he author of thirty- two novels, a history of the American navy, Sve travel books, and two major works of social criticism, James Fenimore Cooper was among the most important writers of his time— a writer who helped chart the future course of American Sction. He wrote novels of manners, transatlantic and Eu ro pe an Sction, and several historical novels on the American Revolution. A pioneering author of sea Sction, he had a signiScant in^uence on Herman Melville. But Cooper remains best known for the Sve historical novels of the Leatherstocking series, which are set between 1740 and the early 1800s. These novels—The Pioneers (1823), The Last of the Mohicans (1826), The Prairie (1827), The Path"nder (1840), and The Deer- slayer (1841)— explore the imperial, racial, and social con^icts central to the emer- gence of the United States; and their evocative portrayals of the frontiersman Natty Bumppo and his Indian friend Chingachgook helped to develop what the British nov- elist and critic D. H. Lawrence in^uentially called “the myth of America.” Central to that myth is the image of a nation founded through con^ict and dispossession that nonetheless managed to sustain belief in its youthful innocence.

Cooper was born on September 15, 1789, in Burlington, New Jersey, and in 1790 moved with his parents to Cooperstown, on Otsego Lake in central New York, a town founded and developed by his father, Judge William Cooper. A two- term member of Congress known for his energetic entrepreneurship and ardent Federalism, the judge hoped to educate his son to manage the family settlements, sending him Srst to an academy in Albany and then to Yale, where the thirteen- year- old Cooper became known as a prankster. Expelled from Yale because of misconduct in 1805, Cooper (at his father’s insistence) became a sailor in 1806 and was commissioned as a midship- man in the U.S. Navy in 1808. One year later, when Judge Cooper unexpectedly died, leaving behind an apparently large fortune for his heirs, the twenty- year- old Cooper seemed set for life. He resigned from the navy and, in 1811, married Susan DeLancey, whose prominent New York State family had lost considerable possessions by siding with the British during the Revolution but still owned lands in Westchester County. For several years Cooper oversaw properties in Westchester County and Coo- perstown. But the family fortunes steadily diminished. In 1819, with the death

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of an older brother, Cooper became the person primarily responsible for the debt- ridden Cooper estate. A failure at managing the “real” Cooperstown, Cooper through his authorship of the Leatherstocking novels may well have sought to take imaginative possession of the New York lands he could never oversee with the skill of his father.

Cooper began his writing career in 1820, in large part in an effort to earn enough money to pay his debts. According to family lore, he bet his wife that he could write a better novel than the British novel of manners the two had been reading together. The result was Precaution (1820), a leaden novel of British high society modeled on Jane Austen’s Persuasion (1818). Following that insigniScant start, Cooper turned to the historical romance as pop u lar ized by the Scottish writer Sir Walter Scott, and produced The Spy (1821), the Srst important novel about the American Revolu- tion. Its success led him to move to New York City and embark on a successful literary career. He founded a literary society there, the Bread and Cheese Club, and became the center of a circle that included notable paint ers of the Hudson River School as well as writers (William Cullen Bryant among them) and professionals. In 1823 he published The Pioneers, the Srst of the Leatherstocking novels featuring Natty Bumppo. Cooper had not written The Pioneers with the intention of inaugurating a series, but response to Natty Bumppo was so positive that he returned to him three years later with The Last of the Mohicans, consolidating his creation of one of the most pop u lar characters in world literature. With his previous novels, Cooper had assumed the Snancial risk of paying printers and doing the bulk of the promotion. Mohicans was the Srst of his novels published by the Philadelphia Srm of Carey and Lea, which paid him $5,000 (around $85,000 in today’s value) for the novel. Although Cooper was never Snancially secure, this new arrangement helped him to pay off his family’s debts.

In 1826, at the height of his fame, Cooper sailed for Eu rope with his wife and their Sve children. In Paris, where he became intimate with the aged Lafayette, he wrote The Prairie (1827) and Notions of the Americans (1828), a defense of the United States against criticism by Eu ro pe an travelers. Smarting under the half- complimentary, half- patronizing epithet of “The American Scott,” he wrote three historical novels set in medieval Europe—The Bravo (1831), The Heidenmauer (1832), and The Heads- man (1833)— as a realistic corrective to what he regarded as Sir Walter Scott’s gloriScations of the past. On his return to the United States in 1833, Cooper was so angered by the negative reception of these novels that he renounced novel writing in Letter to His Countrymen (1834). Subsequently, at Cooperstown he gave notice that a point of land on Otsego Lake where the townspeople had been picnicking was private property and not to be used without his permission. Newspapers began attacking him as a would- be aristocrat poisoned by his residence abroad, and for years Cooper embroiled himself in lawsuits designed not to gain damages for libels but to tame the vitriolic press. Even while pursuing these legal efforts, Cooper con- tinued to write book after book— social and po liti cal satires growing out of his experi- ences with the press, a po liti cal primer on the dangers of an unchecked, demagogic democracy (The American Demo crat [1838]), and (silently retracting his 1834 renun- ciation of Sction writing) a series of sociopo liti cal novels and two additional Leather- stocking novels: The Path"nder (1840) and The Deerslayer (1841). His monumental History of the Navy of the United States of America (1839) became the focus of new quarrels and a new lawsuit, and controversy continued to surround Cooper when he published his “Littlepage” novels—Satanstoe (1845), The Chainbearer (1845), and The Redskins (1846)— which supported landowners over tenants in the controversy known as the Anti- Rent War, and his anti- utopian novel The Crater (1847), which imagined the demise of the American republic as a result of demagogues’ assaults on the Constitution. When Herman Melville reviewed Cooper’s last great sea novel, The Sea Lions (1849), in the April 1849 issue of the Literary World, he lambasted “those who more for fashion’s sake than anything else, have of late joined in decrying our

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national novelist” and concluded by warmly recommending what he termed one of Cooper’s “happiest” novels.

Cooper died on September 14, 1851, a day before his sixty- second birthday. At a memorial commemoration on February 25, 1852, Washington Irving declared that the death of Cooper “left a space in our literature which will not be easily supplied”; Emerson spoke of “an old debt to him of happy days, on the Srst appearance of the Pioneers”; and the historian Francis Parkman proclaimed that of “all American writers, Cooper is the most original and the most thoroughly national.” Throughout the century and into the next, Cooper’s Leatherstocking novels had an incalculable vogue in the United States and abroad. Major Eu ro pe an writers as diverse as Hon- oré de Balzac and Leo Tolstoy were profoundly moved by The Pioneers and the subsequent Natty Bumppo novels, while the novelist Joseph Conrad proclaimed that Cooper “wrote as well as any novelist of the time.” Dissenting from such adula- tion, Mark Twain asserted in his classic essay “Fenimore Cooper’s Literary Offenses” (1895; included in Volume C of The Norton Anthology of American Lit- erature) that Cooper’s En glish is “a crime against the language.” Nevertheless, the Leatherstocking novels are probably the books that most in^uenced Twain’s own Huckleberry Finn and many other frontier and western novels published after the appearance of Mohicans in 1826. Twain’s account of Huck’s ^ight from society and his friendship with the runaway slave Jim drew on what continues to appeal to mod- ern readers of Cooper: the profound dramatizations of such key American con^icts as natural rights versus legal rights, order versus change, wilderness versus established society, and— especially—the possibilities of demo cratic freedom and interracial friendship as exempliSed by the enduring image of Natty Bumppo and Chingachgook on the vanishing frontier.

The Pioneers The Pioneers; or, The Sources of the Susquehanna; A Descrip- tive Tale (1823) is the Srst of Sve Cooper novels that came to be known collec- tively as the Leatherstocking Tales because they center on Natty Bumppo, whose hunting clothes are made of leather. Natty’s popularity with readers of The Pio- neers surprised Cooper, who had intended him in this novel to be merely one of an ensemble of characters covering the range of types who lived on the early frontier.

The Pioneers begins in December 1793 at the settlement of Templeton (modeled on Cooperstown, founded by Cooper’s father) at Otsego Lake in central New York, some Sfty miles west of Albany. The episodes reprinted here occur in the spring of 1794. Besides Natty Bumppo— a hunter who is among the earliest white settlers on the frontier and is already a kind of relic at the start of the novel— other characters are the Quaker and chief landowner in the region, Judge Marmaduke Temple; Tem- ple’s only child, Elizabeth (Bess), just back from “Snishing school”; Temple’s cousin Richard (Dickon) Jones, the local sheriff; Temple’s steward, Benjamin Penquillan (called Ben Pump), a former seaman from the Cornwall district in En gland; the Frenchman Monsieur Le Quoi, once a West Indian planter but now a refugee; Lou- isa Grant, daughter of the town’s one minister, an Episcopalian; and Oliver Edwards, a stranger living in Natty’s hut on the outskirts of town and thought by many to be a Native American because Natty’s other house mate is Chingachgook, the only remaining Mohican Indian in the district. The second episode introduces Billy Kirby, a woodchopper whose work of leveling the forests is vital to the advancing pioneers and whose attitude regarding natural resources is opposed to Natty’s. The two chapters juxtapose images from past and present, putting the book’s main action in the context of successful white settlement of the territory, with “wilder-

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ness” giving way to “civilization.” Through this juxtaposition, Cooper presciently raises environmentalist questions for a demo cratic polity about how best to manage and respect natural resources.

The text is from the Srst edition, volume 2, chapters 2 and 3 (chapters 21 and 22 in later one- volume editions).

From The Pioneers

From Volume II Chapter II

[the judge’s history of the settlement; a sudden storm] “Speed! Malise, speed! such cause of haste Thine active sinews never brac’d.”

—Scott1

The roads of Otsego, if we except the more principal highways, were, at the early day of our tale, but little better than wood- paths of unusual width. The high trees that were growing on the very verge of the wheel- tracks, excluded the sun’s rays, except when at meridian, and the slowness of the evaporation, united with the rich mould of vegetable decomposition, that covered the whole county, to the depth of several inches, occasioned but an indifferent foundation for the footing of travellers. Added to these, there were the ups and downs of natural surface, and the constant recurrence of enormous and slippery roots, laid bare by the removal of the light soil, together with stumps of trees, to make a passage not only difScult, but dan- gerous. Yet the riders, among these numerous obstructions, which were such as would terrify an unpractised eye, gave no demonstrations of uneas- iness, as their horses toiled through the sloughs, or trotted with uncertain paces along their dark route. In many places, the marks on the trees were the only indications of a road, with, perhaps, an occasional remnant of a pine, that, by being cut close to the earth, so as to leave nothing visible but its base of roots, spreading for twenty feet in every direction, was appar- ently placed there as a beacon, to warn the traveller that it was the centre of the highway.

Into one of these roads the active Sheriff led the way, Srst striking out of the footpath, by which they had descended from the sugar- bush, across a little bridge, formed of round logs laid loosely on sleepers2 of pine, in which large openings were frequent, and, in one instance, of a formidable width. The nag of Richard, when it reached this barrier, laid its nose along the logs, and stepped across the difScult passage with the sagacity of a man; but the

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1. From the poem The Lady of the Lake (1810), by the Scottish writer Sir Walter Scott (1771– 1832).

2. Heavy beams. “Sugar- bush”: grove of sugar maples.

blooded Slly3 which Miss Temple rode disdained so humble a movement. She made a step or two with an unusual caution, and then, on reaching the broadest opening, obedient to the curb and whip of her fearless mistress, she bounded across the dangerous pass, with the activity of a squirrel.

“Gently, gently, my child,” said Marmaduke, who was following in the manner of Richard—“this is not a country for equestrian feats. Much pru- dence is requisite, to journey through our rough paths with safety. Thou mayst practise thy skill in horse manship on the plains of New Jersey, with safety, but in the hills of Otsego, they must be suspended for a time.”

“I may as well, then, relinquish my saddle at once, dear sir,” returned his daughter; “for if it is to be laid aside until this wild country be improved, old age will overtake me, and put an end to what you term by equestrian feats.”

“Say not so, my child,” returned her father; “but if thou venturest again, as in crossing this bridge, old age will never overtake thee, but I shall be left to mourn thee, cut off in thy pride, my Elizabeth. If thou hadst seen this dis- trict of country, as I did, when it lay in the sleep of nature, and witnessed its rapid changes, as it awoke to supply the wants of man, thou wouldst curb thy impatience for a little time, though thou should not curb thy steed.”

“I have a remembrance of hearing you speak, sir, of your Srst visit to these woods, but the recollection of it is faint, and blended with the confused images of childhood. Wild and unsettled as it may yet seem, it must have been a thousand times more dreary then. Will you repeat, dear sir, what you then thought of your enterprise, and what you felt?”

During this speech of Elizabeth, which was uttered with the interested fervour of affection, young Edwards rode more closely to the side of the Judge, and bent his dark eyes on his countenance, with an expression that seemed to read his thoughts.

“Thou wast then young, my child, but must remember when I left thee and thy mother, to take my Srst survey of these uninhabited mountains,” said Marmaduke. “But thou dost not feel all the secret motives that can urge a man to endure privations in order to accumulate wealth. In my case they have not been tri^ing, and God has been pleased to smile on my efforts. If I have encountered pain, famine, and disease, in accomplishing the settle- ment of this rough territory, I have not the misery of failure to add to the grievances.”

“Famine!” echoed Elizabeth; “I thought this was the land of abundance! had you famine to contend with?”

“Even so, my child,” said her father. “Those who look around them now, and see the loads of produce that issue out of every wild path in these moun- tains, during the season of travelling, will hardly credit that no more than Sve years have elapsed, since the tenants of these woods were compelled to eat the scanty fruits of the forest to sustain life, and, with their unpractised skill, to hunt the beasts as food for their starving families.”

“Ay!” cried Richard, who happened to overhear the last of this speech, between the notes of the wood- chopper’s song, which he was endeavoring to breathe aloud; “that was the starvingtime, cousin Bess. I grew as lank as a

3. Thoroughbred young mare. “Nag”: older, nondescript horse.

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weasel that fall, and my face was as pale as one of your fever- and- ague vis- ages. Monsieur Le Quoi, there, fell away like a pumpkin in drying; nor do I think you have got fairly over it yet, Monsieur. Benjamin, I thought, bore it with a worse grace than any of the family, for he swore it was harder to endure than a short allowance in the calm latitudes.4 Benjamin is a sad fellow to swear, if you starve him ever so little. I had half a mind to quit you then, ’duke,5 and go into Pennsylvania to fatten; but, damn it, thinks I, we are sis- ters’ children, and I will live or die with him, after all.”

“I do not forget thy kindness,” said Marmaduke, “nor that we are of one blood.”

“But, my dear father,” cried the wondering Elizabeth, “was there actual suffering? where were the beautiful and fertile vales of the Mohawk? could not they furnish food for your wants?”

“It was a season of scarcity; the necessities of life commanded a high price in Eu rope, and were greedily sought after by the speculators. The emigrants, from the east to the west, invariably passed along the valley of the Mohawk, and swept away the means of subsistence, like a swarm of locusts. Nor were the people on the Flats in a much better condition. They were in want them- selves, but they spared the little excess of provisions, that nature did not absolutely require, with the justice of the German character. There was no grinding of the poor. The word speculator was then unknown to them. I have seen many a stout man, bending under the load of the bag of meal, which he was carry ing from the mills of the Mohawk, through the rugged passes of these mountains, to feed his half- famished children, with a heart so light, as he approached his hut, that the thirty miles he had passed seemed nothing. Remember, my child, it was in our very infancy: we had neither mills, nor grain, nor roads, nor often clearings;— we had nothing of increase, but the mouths that were to be fed; for, even at that inauspicious moment, the rest- less spirit of emigration was not idle; nay, the general scarcity, which extended to the east, tended to increase the number of adventurers.”

“And how, dearest father, didst thou encounter this dreadful evil?” said Elizabeth, unconsciously adopting the dialect of her parent,6 in the warmth of her sympathy. “Upon thee must have fallen all the responsibility, if not the suffering.”

“It did, Elizabeth,” returned the Judge, pausing for a single moment, as if musing on his former feelings. “I had hundreds, at that dreadful time, daily looking up to me for bread. The sufferings of their families, and the gloomy prospect before them, had paralysed the enterprise and efforts of my settlers; hunger drove them to the woods for food, but despair sent them, at night, enfeebled and wan, to a sleepless pillow. It was not a moment for inaction. I purchased cargoes of wheat from the granaries of Pennsylvania; they were landed at Albany, and brought up the Mohawk in boats; from thence it was transported on pack- horses into the wilderness, and distributed amongst my people. Seines7 were made, and the lakes and rivers were dragged for Ssh. Something like a miracle was wrought in our favour, for enormous schools of herring were discovered to have wandered Sve hundred miles, through the windings of the impetuous Susquehanna, and the lake was alive with their

4. Short supplies of food on a becalmed ship. 5. Nickname for Marmaduke.

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numbers. These were at length caught, and dealt out to the people, with proper portions of salt; and from that moment, we again began to prosper.”

“Yes,” cried Richard, “and I was the man who served out both the Ssh and the salt; and when the poor dev ils came to receive their rations, Benjamin, who was my deputy, was obliged to keep them off by stretching ropes around me, for they smelt so of garlic, from eating nothing but the wild onion, that the fumes put me out, often, in my mea sure ment. You were a child then, Bess, and knew nothing of the matter, for great care was observed to keep both you and your mother from suffering. That year put me back, dreadfully, both in the breed of my hogs, and of my turkeys.”

“No, Bess,” cried the Judge, in a more cheerful tone, utterly disregarding the interruption of his cousin, “he who hears of the settlement of a country, knows but little of the actual toil and suffering by which it is accomplished. Unimproved and wild as this district now seems to your eyes, what was it when I Srst entered the hills! I left my party, the morning of my arrival, back near the farms of the Cherry Valley, and, following a deer- path, rode to the summit of the mountain, that I have since called Mount Vision; for the sight that there met my eyes seemed to me as the deceptions of a dream. The Sre8 had run over the pinnacle, and, in a great mea sure, laid open the view. The leaves were fallen, and I mounted a tree, and sat for an hour looking on the silent wilderness. Not an opening was to be seen in the boundless forest, except where the lake lay, like a mirror of glass. The water was covered by myriads of the wild- fowl that migrate with the changes in the season; and, while in my situation on the branch of the beech, I saw a bear, with her cubs, descend to the shore to drink. I had met many deer, gliding through the woods, in my journey; but not the vestige of a man could I trace, during my progress, nor from my elevated observatory. No clearing, no hut, none of the winding roads that are now to be seen, were there; nothing but mountains rising back of mountains, and the valley, with its surface of branches, enliv- ened here and there with the faded foliage of some tree, that parted from its leaves with more than ordinary reluctance. Even the little Susquehanna was then hid, by the height and density of the forest.”

“And were you there alone?” asked Elizabeth;—“passed you the night in that solitary state?”

“Not so, my child,” returned her father. “After musing on the view for an hour, with a mingled feeling of plea sure and desolation, I left my perch, and descended the mountain. My horse was left to browse on the twigs that grew within his reach, while I explored the shores of the lake, and the spot where Templeton stands. A pine of more than ordinary growth stood where my dwelling is now placed, and a wind- row had been opened through the trees from thence to the lake, so that my view was but little impeded. Under the branches of that tree I made my solitary dinner; and I had just Snished my repast as I saw a smoke curling from under the mountain, near the east bank of the lake. It was the only indication of the vicinity of man that I had then seen. After much toil, I made my way to the spot, and found a rough cabin of logs, built against the foot of a rock, and bearing the marks of a tenant, though I found none within it.—”

“It was the hut of Leather- stocking,” said Edwards, quickly.

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“It was; though I had, at Srst, supposed it to be a habitation of the Indi- ans. But while I was lingering around the spot, Natty made his appearance, staggering under the load of the carcass of a buck that he had slain. Our acquaintance commenced at that time; before, I had never heard that such a being tenanted the woods. He launched his bark canoe, and set me across the foot of the lake, to the place where I had fastened my horse, and pointed out a spot where he might get a scanty browsing until the morning; and I returned and passed the night in the cabin of the hunter.”

Miss Temple was so much struck by the deep attention of young Edwards, during this speech, that she forgot to resume her interrogatories; but the youth himself continued the discourse, by asking, with something like a smile lurking around his features—

“And how did the Leather- stocking discharge the duties of a host, sir?” “Why, simply but kindly, until late in the eve ning, when he discovered my

name and object, and the cordiality of his manner very sensibly diminished, or, I might better say, disappeared. He considered the introduction of the settlers as an innovation9 on his rights, I believe; for he expressed much dis- satisfaction at the mea sure, though in his confused and ambiguous man- ner. I hardly understood his objections myself, but suppose they referred chie^y to an interruption of the hunting.”

“Had you then purchased the estate, or were you examining it with an intent to buy?” asked Edwards, a little abruptly.

“It had been mine for several years. It was with a view to people the land that I visited the lake. Natty treated me hospitably, but coldly, I thought, after he learnt the nature of my journey. I slept on his own bear- skin, however, and in the morning joined my surveyors again.”

“Said he nothing of the Indian rights, sir?” continued Edwards. “The Leather- stocking is much given to impeach the justice of the tenure by which the whites hold the country.”

“I remember that he spoke of them, but I did not clearly comprehend him, and may have forgotten what he then said; for the Indian title was extin- guished so far back as the close of the old war; and if it had not been at all, I hold under the patents of the Royal Governors, conSrmed by an act of our own State Legislature, so that no court in our country can affect my title.”

“Doubtless, sir, your title is both legal and equitable,” returned the youth, coldly, reining his horse back, and remaining silent till the subject was changed.

It was seldom that Mr. Jones suffered any conversation to continue, for a great length of time, without his participation. It seems that he was of the party that Judge Temple had designated as his surveyors; and he embraced the opportunity of the pause that succeeded the retreat of young Edwards, to take up the discourse, and with it a narration of their further proceedings, after his own manner. As it wanted, however, the deep interest that had accompanied the description of the Judge, we must decline the task of com- mitting his sentences to paper.

They soon reached the point where the promised view was to be seen. It was one of those picturesque and peculiar scenes, that belong to the Otsego, but which required the absence of the ice, and the softness of a summer’s

9. Imposition.

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landscape, to be enjoyed in all its beauty. Marmaduke had early forewarned his daughter of the season, and of its effect on the prospect, so that after casting a cursory glance at its capabilities, the party returned homeward, perfectly satisSed that its beauties would repay them for the toil of a second ride, at a more propitious season.

“The spring is the gloomy time of the American year,” said the Judge; “and it is more peculiarly the case in these mountains. The winter seems to retreat to the fastnesses of the hills, as to the citadel of its dominion, and is only expelled, after a tedious siege, in which either party, at times, would seem to be gaining the victory.”

“A very just and apposite Sgure, Judge Temple,” observed the Sheriff; “and the garrison under the command of Jack Frost make formidable sorties— you understand what I mean by sorties, Monsieur; sallies, in English— and some- times drive General Spring and his troops back again into the low countries.”

“Yes, sair,” returned the Frenchman, whose prominent eyes were watching the precarious footsteps of the beast he rode, as it picked its dangerous way among the roots of trees, holes, logbridges, and sloughs, that formed the aggregate of the highway. “Je vous entend;1 de low countrie, it ees freeze up for half de year.”

The error2 of Mr. Le Quoi was not noticed by the Sheriff; and the rest of the party were yielding to the in^uence of the changeful season, that was already teaching the equestrians that a continuance of its mildness was not to be expected for any length of time. Silence and thoughtfulness succeeded the gayety and conversation that had prevailed during the commencement of their ride, as clouds began to gather about the heavens, apparently collecting from every quarter, in quick motion, without the agency of a breath of air.

While riding over one of the cleared eminences that occurred in their route, the watchful eye of Judge Temple pointed out to his daughter the approach of a tempest. Flurries of snow already obscured the mountain that formed the northern boundary of the lake, and the genial sensation which had quick- ened the blood through their veins, was already succeeded by the deadening in^uence of an approaching north- wester.3

All of the party were now busily engaged in making the best of their way to the village, though the badness of the roads frequently compelled them to check the impatience of their animals, which often carried them over places that would not admit of any gait faster than a walk.

Richard continued in advance, and was followed by Mr. Le Quoi; next to whom rode Elizabeth, who seemed to have imbibed the distance which per- vaded the manner of young Edwards, since the termination of the discourse between the latter and her father. Marmaduke followed his daughter, giving her frequent and tender warnings, as to her safety, and the management of her horse. It was, possibly, the evident dependence that Louisa Grant placed on his assistance, which induced the youth to continue by her side, as they pursued their way through a dreary and dark wood, where the rays of the sun could but rarely penetrate, and where even the daylight was obscured and rendered gloomy by the deep forests that surrounded them. No wind had yet

1. I understand you (French). 2. Le Quoi mistakes Jones’s reference to low- lying terrain for a speciSc allusion to the so- called

Low Countries (such as the Netherlands). 3. Storm blowing from the northwest.

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reached the spot where the equestrians were in motion, but that dead still- ness that often precedes a storm, contributed to render their situation more irksome than if they were already subjected to the fury of the tempest. Sud- denly the voice of young Edwards was heard shouting, in those appalling tones that carry alarm to the very soul, and which curdle the blood of him who hears them—

“A tree! a tree! whip— spur for your lives! a tree! a tree!” “A tree! a tree!” echoed Richard, giving his horse a blow, that caused the

alarmed beast to jump nearly a rod, throwing the mud and water into the air, like a hurricane.

“Von tree! von tree!” shouted the Frenchman, bending his body on the neck of his charger, shutting his eyes, and playing on the ribs of his beast with his heels, at a rate that caused him to be conveyed, on the crupper4 of the Sheriff, with a marvellous speed.

Elizabeth checked her Slly, and looked up, with an unconscious but alarmed air, at the very cause of their danger, as she listened to the crackling sounds that awoke the stillness of the forest; but, at the next instant, her bridle was seized by her father, who cried—

“God protect my child!” and she felt herself hurried onward, impelled by the vigour of his ner vous arm.

Each one of the party bowed to their saddlebows,5 as the tearing of branches was succeeded by a sound like the rushing of the winds, which was followed by a thundering report, and a shock that caused the very earth to tremble, as one of the noblest ruins in the forest fell directly across their path.

One glance was enough to assure Judge Temple that his daughter, and those in front of him, were safe, and he turned his eyes, in dreadful anxiety, to learn the fate of the others. Young Edwards was on the opposite side of the tree, with his form thrown back in his saddle to its utmost distance, his left hand drawing up his bridle with its greatest force, while the right grasped that of Miss Grant, so as to draw the head of her horse under its body. Both the animals stood shaking in every joint with terror, and snorting fear- fully. The maiden herself had relinquished her reins, and with her hands pressed on her face, sat bending forward in her saddle, in an attitude of despair mingled strangely with resignation.

“Are you safe?” cried the Judge, Srst breaking the awful silence of the moment.

“By God’s blessing,” returned the youth; “but if there had been branches to the tree we must have been lost———”

He was interrupted by the Sgure of Louisa, slowly yielding in her saddle; and but for his arm, she would have sunken to the earth. Terror, however, was the only injury that the clergyman’s daughter had sustained, and, with the aid of Elizabeth, she was soon restored to her senses. After some little time was lost in recovering her strength, the young lady was replaced in her saddle, and, supported on either side, by Judge Temple and Mr. Edwards, she was enabled to follow the party in their slow progress.

4. Strap on the back of the horse’s saddle. 5. Arched upper front of a saddle.

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6. From The Chace (1735), by the En glish poet William Somerville (1675– 1742).

“The sudden falling of the trees,” said Marmaduke, “are the most danger- ous of our accidents in the forest, for they are not to be foreseen, being impelled by no winds, nor any extraneous or visible cause, against which we can guard.”

“The reason of their falling, Judge Temple, is very obvious,” said the Sher- iff. “The tree is old and decayed, and it is gradually weakened by the frosts, until a line drawn from the centre of gravity falls without its base, and the tree comes of a certainty; and I should like to know, what greater compul- sion there can be for any thing, than a mathematical certainty. I studied mathe———”

“Very true, Richard,” interrupted Marmaduke; “thy reasoning is true, and, if my memory be not over treacherous, was furnished by myself, on a former occasion. But how is one to guard against the danger? canst thou go through the forests, mea sur ing the bases, and calculating the centres of the oaks? answer me that, friend Jones, and I will say thou wilt do the country a ser vice.”

“Answer thee that, friend Temple!” returned Richard; “a well- educated man can answer thee any thing, sir. Do any trees fall in this manner, but such as are decayed? Take care not to approach the roots of any rotten trees, and you will be safe enough.”

“That would be excluding us entirely from the forests,” said Marmaduke. “But, happily, the winds usually force down most of these dangerous ruins, as their currents are admitted into the woods by the surrounding clearings, and such a fall as this has been is very rare.”

Louisa, by this time, had recovered so much of her strength, as to allow the party to proceed at a quicker pace; but long before they were safely housed, they were overtaken by the storm; and when they dismounted at the door of the Mansion house, the black plumes in Miss Temple’s hat were drooping with the weight of a load of damp snow, and the coats of the gen- tlemen were powdered with the same material.

While Edwards was assisting Louisa from her horse, the warm- hearted girl caught his hand with fervour, and whispered—

“Now, Mr. Edwards, both father and daughter owe their lives to you.” A driving, north- westerly storm succeeded; and before the sun was set,

every vestige of spring had vanished; the lake, the mountains, the village, and the Selds, being again hid under one dazzling coat of snow.

Chapter III

[the slaughter of the pigeons] “Men, boys, and girls. Desert th’ unpeopled village; and wild crowds Spread o’er the plain, by the sweet frenzy driven.” 6

—Somerville

From this time to the close of April, the weather continued to be a succession of great and rapid changes. One day, the soft airs of spring would seem to be stealing along the valley, and, in unison with an invigorating sun,

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attempting, covertly, to rouse the dormant powers of the vegetable world; while on the next, the surly blasts from the north would sweep across the lake, and erase every impression left by their gentle adversaries. The snow, however, Snally disappeared, and the green wheat Selds were seen in every direction, spotted with the dark and charred stumps that had, the preced- ing season, supported some of the proudest trees of the forest.7 Ploughs were in motion, wherever those useful implements could be used, and the smokes of the sugar- camps8 were no longer seen issuing from the summits of the woods of maple. The lake had lost all the characteristic beauty of a Seld of ice, but still a dark and gloomy covering concealed its waters, for the absence of currents left them yet hid under a porous crust, which, satu- rated with the ^uid, barely retained enough of its strength to preserve the contiguity of its parts. Large ^ocks of wild geese were seen passing over the country, which would hover, for a time, around the hidden sheet of water, apparently searching for an opening, where they might obtain a resting- place; and then, on Snding themselves excluded by the chill covering, would soar away to the north, Slling the air with their discordant screams, as if venting their complaints at the tardy operations of nature.

For a week, the dark covering of the Otsego was left to the undisturbed possession of two ea gles, who alighted on the centre of its Seld, and sat proudly eyeing the extent of their undisputed territory. During the presence of these monarchs of the air, the ^ocks of migrating birds avoided crossing the plain of ice, by turning into the hills, and apparently seeking the protec- tion of the forests, while the white and bald heads of the tenants of the lake were turned upward, with a look of majestic contempt, as if penetrating to the very heavens, with the acuteness of their vision. But the time had come, when even these kings of birds were to be dispossessed. An opening had been gradually increasing, at the lower extremity of the lake, and around the dark spot where the current of the river had prevented the formation of ice, during even the coldest weather; and the fresh southerly winds, that now breathed freely up the valley, obtained an impression on the waters. Mimic waves begun to curl over the margin of the frozen Seld, which exhibited an outline of crystallizations, that slowly receded towards the north. At each step the power of the winds and the waves increased, until, after a struggle of a few hours, the turbulent little billows succeeded in setting the whole Seld in an undulating motion, when it was driven beyond the reach of the eye, with a rapidity, that was as magical as the change produced in the scene by this expulsion of the lingering remnant of winter. Just as the last sheet of agitated ice was disappearing in the distance, the ea gles rose over the border of crys- tals, and soared with a wide sweep far above the clouds, while the waves tossed their little caps of snow into the air, as if rioting in their release from a thraldom of Sve months duration.

The following morning Elizabeth was awakened by the exhilarating sounds of the martins, who were quarrelling and chattering around the little boxes which were suspended above her windows, and the cries of Richard, who was calling, in tones as animating as the signs of the season itself—

7. Trees were cut down in the spring and left to  dry in the summer; the cleared areas were then burned over, leaving only blackened logs

and stumps. 8. Where sugar was made from maple sap.

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9. Xerxes the Great (519?– 465 b.c.e.) was king of Persia (486– 465 b.c.e.).

“Awake! awake! my lady fair! the gulls are hovering over the lake already, and the heavens are alive with the pigeons. You may look an hour before you can Snd a hole, through which, to get a peep at the sun. Awake! awake! lazy ones! Benjamin is overhauling the ammunition, and we only wait for our breakfasts, and away for the mountains and pigeon- shooting.”

There was no resisting this animated appeal, and in a few minutes Miss Temple and her friend descended to the parlour. The doors of the hall were thrown open, and the mild, balmy air of a clear spring morning was ventilat- ing the apartment, where the vigilance of the ex- steward had been so long maintaining an artiScial heat, with such unremitted diligence. All of the gentlemen, we do not include Monsieur Le Quoi, were impatiently waiting their morning’s repast, each being equipt in the garb of a sportsman. Mr. Jones made many visits to the southern door, and would cry—

“See, cousin Bess! see, ’duke! the pigeon- roosts of the south have broken up! They are growing more thick every instant. Here is a ^ock that the eye cannot see the end of. There is food enough in it to keep the army of Xerxes9 for a month, and feathers enough to make beds for the whole county. Xerxes, Mr. Edwards, was a Grecian king, who— no, he was a Turk, or a Persian, who wanted to conquer Greece, just the same as these rascals will overrun our wheat- Selds, when they come back in the fall.— Away! away! Bess; I long to pepper them from the mountain.”

In this wish both Marmaduke and young Edwards seemed equally to participate, for really the sight was most exhilarating to a sportsman; and the ladies soon dismissed the party, after a hasty breakfast.

If the heavens were alive with pigeons, the whole village seemed equally in motion, with men, women, and children. Every species of Sre- arms, from the French ducking- gun, with its barrel of near six feet in length, to the common horse man’s pistol, was to be seen in the hands of the men and boys; while bows and arrows, some made of the simple stick of a walnut sapling, and others in a rude imitation of the ancient cross- bows, were carried by many of the latter.

The houses, and the signs of life apparent in the village, drove the alarmed birds from the direct line of their ^ight, towards the mountains, along the sides and near the bases of which they were glancing in dense masses, that were equally wonderful by the rapidity of their motion, as by their incredible numbers.

We have already said, that across the inclined plane which fell from the steep ascent of the mountain to the banks of the Susquehanna, ran the highway, on either side of which a clearing of many acres had been made, at a very early day. Over those clearings, and up the eastern mountain, and along the dangerous path that was cut into its side, the different individuals posted themselves, as suited their inclinations; and in a few moments the attack commenced.

Amongst the sportsmen was to be seen the tall, gaunt form of Leather- stocking, who was walking over the Seld, with his ri^e hanging on his arm, his dogs following close at his heels, now scenting the dead or wounded birds, that were beginning to tumble from the ^ocks, and then crouching

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under the legs of their master, as if they participated in his feelings, at this wasteful and unsportsmanlike execution.

The reports of the Sre- arms became rapid, whole volleys rising from the plain, as ^ocks of more than ordinary numbers darted over the opening, covering the Seld with darkness, like an interposing cloud; and then the light smoke of a single piece would issue from among the lea^ess bushes on the mountain, as death was hurled on the retreat of the affrighted birds, who would rise from a volley, for many feet into the air, in a vain effort to escape the attacks of man. Arrows, and missiles of every kind, were seen in the midst of the ^ocks; and so numerous were the birds, and so low did they take their ^ight, that even long poles, in the hands of those on the sides of the mountain, were used to strike them to the earth.

During all this time, Mr. Jones, who disdained the humble and ordinary means of destruction used by his companions, was busily occupied, aided by Benjamin, in making arrangements for an assault of a more than ordinarily fatal character. Among the relics of the old military excursions, that occa- sionally are discovered throughout the different districts of the western part of New- York, there had been found in Templeton, at its settlement, a small swivel,1 which would carry a ball of a pound weight. It was thought to have been deserted by a war- party of the whites, in one of their inroads into the Indian settlements, when, perhaps, their con ve nience or their necessities induced them to leave such an encumbrance to the rapidity of their march, behind them in the woods. This miniature cannon had been released from the rust, and mounted on little wheels, in a state for actual ser vice. For sev- eral years, it was the sole organ for extraordinary rejoicings that was used in those mountains. On the mornings of the Fourth of July, it would be heard, with its echoes ringing among the hills, and telling forth its sounds, for thir- teen times, with all the dignity of a two- and- thirty pounder; and even Cap- tain Hollister,2 who was the highest authority in that part of the country on all such occasions, afSrmed that, considering its dimensions, it was no despicable gun for a salute. It was somewhat the worse for the ser vice it had performed, it is true, there being but a tri^ing difference in size between the touch- hole and the muzzle.3 Still, the grand conceptions of Richard had sug- gested the importance of such an instrument, in hurling death at his nimble enemies. The swivel was dragged by a horse into a part of the open space, that the sheriff thought most eligible for planting a battery of the kind, and Mr. Pump4 proceeded to load it. Several handfuls of duck- shot were placed on top of the powder, and the Major- domo soon announced that his piece was ready for ser vice.

The sight of such an implement collected all the idle spectators to the spot, who, being mostly boys, Slled the air with their cries of exultation and delight. The gun was pointed on high, and Richard, holding a coal of Sre in a pair of tongs, patiently took his seat on a stump, awaiting the appearance of a ^ock that was worthy of his notice.

1. Small cannon capable of being swung higher or lower. 2. The landlord of the major village inn, The Bold Dragoon; his rank comes from his having been a commander of local militia. 3. Ordinarily the muzzle (or mouth) would be

considerably larger than the touchhole, the vent by which Sre is conveyed to the powder. 4. “Pump” is the nickname of Benjamin Penguil- lan, a servant to Judge Temple and a former sea- man who doesn’t know how to swim.

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So prodigious was the number of the birds, that the scattering Sre of the guns, with the hurling of missiles, and the cries of the boys, had no other effect than to break off small ^ocks from the im mense masses that contin- ued to dart along the valley, as if the whole creation of the feathered tribe were pouring through that one pass. None pretended to collect the game, which lay scattered over the Selds in such profusion, as to cover the very ground with the ^uttering victims.

Leather- stocking was a silent, but uneasy spectator of all these proceed- ings, but was able to keep his sentiments to himself until he saw the intro- duction of the swivel into the sports.

“This comes of settling a country” he said—“here have I known the pigeons to ^y for forty long years, and, till you made your clearings, there was nobody to scare or to hurt them. I loved to see them come into the woods, for they were company to a body; hurting nothing; being, as it was, as harmless as a garter- snake. But now it gives me sore thoughts when I hear the frighty things whizzing through the air, for I know it’s only a motion to bring out all the brats in the village at them. Well! the Lord won’t see the waste of his cre- aters for nothing, and right will be done to the pigeons, as well as others, by- and- by.—There’s Mr. Oliver, as bad as the rest of them, Sring into the ^ocks as if he was shooting down nothing but the Mingo5 warriors.”

Among the sportsmen was Billy Kirby, who, armed with an old musket, was loading, and, without even looking into the air, was Sring, and shout- ing as his victims fell even on his own person. He heard the speech of Natty, and took upon himself to reply—

“What’s that, old Leather- stocking!” he cried; “grumbling at the loss of a few pigeons! If you had to sow your wheat twice, and three times, as I have done, you wouldn’t be so massyfully6 feeling’d to’ards the divils.— Hurrah, boys! scatter the feathers. This is better than shooting at a turkey’s head and neck, old fellow.”

“It’s better for you, maybe, Billy Kirby,” returned the indignant old hunter, “and all them as don’t know how to put a ball down a ri^e- barrel, or how to bring it up ag’in with a true aim; but it’s wicked to be shooting into ^ocks in this wastey manner; and none do it, who know how to knock over a single bird. If a body has a craving for pigeon’s ^esh, why! it’s made the same as all other creaters, for man’s eating, but not to kill twenty and eat one. When I want such a thing, I go into the woods till I Snd one to my liking, and then I shoot him off the branches without touching a feather of another, though there might be a hundred on the same tree. But you couldn’t do such a thing, Billy Kirby— you couldn’t do it if you tried.”

“What’s that you say, you old, dried cornstalk! you sapless stub!” cried the wood- chopper. “You’ve grown mighty boasting, sin7 you killed the turkey; but if you’re for a single shot, here goes at that bird which comes on by himself.”

The Sre from the distant part of the Seld had driven a single pigeon below the ^ock to which it had belonged, and, frightened with the constant reports of the muskets, it was approaching the spot where the disputants stood, dart- ing Srst from one side, and then to the other, cutting the air with the swift-

5. As conceived by Cooper in the Leatherstock- ing novels, the “Mingos” are Iroquois Indians who fought with the En glish during the Revolution and are hostile to the American territorial

advance; the Delawares, by contrast, are favorably inclined toward the white Americans. 6. Mercifully. 7. Since.

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ness of lightning, and making a noise with its wings, not unlike the rushing of a bullet. Unfortunately for the wood- chopper, notwithstanding his vaunt, he did not see his bird until it was too late for him to Sre as it approached, and he pulled his trigger at the unlucky moment when it was darting immediately over his head. The bird continued its course with incredible velocity.

Natty had dropped his piece from his arm, when the challenge was made, and, waiting a moment, until the terriSed victim had got in a line with his eyes, and had dropped near the bank of the lake, he raised his ri^e with uncommon rapidity, and Sred. It might have been chance, or it might have been skill, that produced the result; it was probably a union of both; but the pigeon whirled over in the air, and fell into the lake, with a broken wing. At the sound of his ri^e, both his dogs started from his feet, and in a few min- utes the “slut”8 brought out the bird, still alive.

The wonderful exploit of Leather- stocking was noised through the Seld with great rapidity, and the sportsmen gathered in to learn the truth of the report.

“What,” said young Edwards, “have you really killed a pigeon on the wing, Natty, with a single ball?”

“Haven’t I killed loons9 before now, lad, that dive at the ^ash?” returned the hunter. “It’s much better to kill only such as you want, without wasting your powder and lead, than to be Sring into God’s creaters in such a wicked manner. But I come out for a bird, and you know the reason why I like small game, Mr. Oliver, and now I have got one I will go home, for I don’t like to see these wasty ways that you are all practysing, as if the least thing was not made for use, and not to destroy.”

“Thou sayest well, Leather- stocking,” cried Marmaduke, “and I begin to think it time to put an end to this work of destruction.”

“Put an ind, Judge, to your clearings. An’t the woods his work as well as the pigeons? Use, but don’t waste. Wasn’t the woods made for the beasts and birds to harbour in? and when man wanted their ^esh, their skins, or their feathers, there’s the place to seek them. But I’ll go to the hut with my own game, for I wouldn’t touch one of the harmless things that kiver the ground here, looking up with their eyes at me, as if they only wanted tongues to say their thoughts.”

With this sentiment in his mouth, Leather- stocking threw his ri^e over his arm, and, followed by his dogs, stepped across the clearing with great cau- tion, taking care not to tread on one, of the hundreds of the wounded birds that lay in his path. He soon entered the bushes on the margin of the lake, and was hid from view.

What ever might be the impression the morality of Natty made on the Judge, it was utterly lost on Richard. He availed himself of the gathering of the sportsmen, to lay a plan for one “fell swoop”1 of destruction. The musket- men were drawn up in battle array, in a line extending on each side of his artillery, with orders to await the signal of Sring from himself.

“Stand by, my lads,” said Benjamin, who acted as an aid- de- camp on this momentous occasion, “stand by, my hearties, and when Squire Dickens heaves out the signal for to begin the Sring, d’ye see, you may open upon

8. Bitch, female dog. 9. Large birds that feed on Ssh.

1. Shakespeare’s Macbeth 4.3.219, from Macduff’s lament for his dead wife and children.

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them in a broadside. Take care and Sre low, boys, and you’ll be sure to hull the ^ock.”

“Fire low!” shouted Kirby—“hear the old fool! If we Sre low, we may hit the stumps, but not ruf^e a pigeon.”

“How should you know, you lubber?”2 cried Benjamin, with a very unbe- coming heat, for an ofScer on the eve of battle—“how should you know, you grampus? Havn’t I sailed aboard of the Boadishy3 for Sve years? and wasn’t it a standing order to Sre low, and to hull your enemy? Keep silence at your guns, boys, and mind the order that is passed.”

The loud laughs of the musketmen were silenced by the authoritative voice of Richard, who called to them for attention and obedience to his signals.

Some millions of pigeons were supposed to have already passed, that morn- ing, over the valley of Templeton; but nothing like the ^ock that was now approaching had been seen before. It extended from mountain to mountain in one solid blue mass, and the eye looked in vain over the southern hills to Snd its termination. The front of this living column was distinctly marked by a line, but very slightly indented, so regular and even was the ^ight. Even Marmaduke forgot the morality of Leather- stocking as it approached, and, in common with the rest, brought his musket to his shoulder.

“Fire!” cried the Sheriff, clapping his coal to the priming of the cannon. As half of Benjamin’s charge escaped through the touch- hole, the whole volley of the musketry preceded the report of the swivel. On receiving this united discharge of small- arms, the front of the ^ock darted upward, while, at the same instant, myriads of those in their rear rushed with amazing rapidity into their places, so that when the column of white smoke gushed from the mouth of the little cannon, an accumulated mass of objects was gliding over its point of direction. The roar of the gun echoed along the mountains, and died away to the north, like distant thunder, while the whole ^ock of alarmed birds seemed, for a moment, thrown into one disorderly and agitated mass. The air was Slled with their irregular ^ights, layer rising over layer, far above the tops of the highest pines, none daring to advance beyond the dangerous pass; when, suddenly, some of the leaders of the feathered tribe shot across the val- ley, taking their ^ight directly over the village, and the hundreds of thou- sands in their rear followed their example, deserting the eastern side of the plain to their persecutors and the fallen.

“Victory!” shouted Richard, “victory! we have driven the enemy from the Seld.”

“Not so, Dickon,” said Marmaduke; “the Seld is covered with them; and, like the Leather- stocking, I see nothing but eyes, in every direction, as the innocent sufferers turn their heads in terror, to examine my movements. Full one half of those that have fallen are yet alive: and I think it is time to end the sport; if sport it be.”

“Sport!” cried the Sheriff; “it is princely sport. There are some thousands of the blue- coated boys on the ground, so that every old woman in the vil- lage may have a pot- pie for the asking.”

“Well, we have happily frightened the birds from this pass,” said Mar- maduke, “and our carnage must of necessity end, for the present.— Boys,

2. Landlubber, clumsy fellow. 3. The Boadicea, a ship named for the British queen who led a rebellion against the Roman

rulers in 62 c.e. “Grampus”: variety of small whale, used here as a term of contempt.

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I will give thee sixpence a hundred for the pigeons’ heads only; so go to work, and bring them into the village, when I will pay thee.”

This expedient produced the desired effect, for every urchin on the ground went industriously to work to wring the necks of the wounded birds. Judge Temple retired towards his dwelling with that kind of feeling, that many a man has experienced before him, who discovers, after the excitement of the moment has passed, that he has purchased plea sure at the price of mis- ery to others. Horses were loaded with the dead; and, after this Srst burst of sporting, the shooting of pigeons became a business, for the remainder of the season, more in proportion to the wants of the people.4 Richard, how- ever, boasted for many a year, of his shot with the “cricket;” 5 and Benjamin gravely asserted, that he thought that they killed nearly as many pigeons on that day, as there were Frenchmen destroyed on the memorable occasion of Rodney’s victory.6

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The Last of the Mohicans The second novel in the Leatherstocking series, The Last of the Mohicans; A Narrative of 1757 (1826), depicts Natty Bumppo, also known as Hawk- eye, as a wilder- ness scout in the British colony of New York at the time of the French and Indian War (1754– 63). At the center of  the novel is a Sctionalized account of the August 10, 1757, massacre at Fort William Henry, in which perhaps hundreds of British colonists were killed or injured by the Huron Indians and other tribes allied with the French general Montcalm. According to Coo- per, the ineptness of the British gen- eral Webb left the colonists vulnerable to the retaliatory violence of the Indi- ans. By drawing on this historical incident, Cooper suggests that the col- onists’ progress toward in de pen dence required the departure from North America of both the French and the British military as well as any other Eu ro pe an power aspiring to rule the continent. Published a few years before President Andrew Jackson initiated his Indian removal policies, the novel at Srst glance seems to reinforce the idea that progress required the “extinc- tion” or expulsion of the Indians. But

4. The pigeons described in this chapter— the passenger pigeons— are extinct, the last known specimen dying in 1914 at the Cincinnati Zoo- logical Garden. 5. I.e., the little cannon. 6. The British admiral George Brydges, Baron

Rodney (1719– 1792), defeated the French off Dominica, in the West Indies, in April 1782. Pen- guillan’s nickname “Pump” comes from his tall tale about manning the pumps to keep the ship from sinking after Rodney’s victory.

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The cover of an 1836 British printing of The Last of the Mohicans (1826).

1. From “An Indian at the Burial- Place of His Fathers” (1824), by William Cullen Bryant (1794– 1878).

at the heart of the novel is a poignant interracial friendship between the white man, Natty Bumppo, and the Mohican, Chingachgook, suggestive of Cooper’s unhap- piness with the brutalities that would eventually result in the death of Chingach- gook’s heroic son Uncas, “the last of the Mohicans.” In Cooper’s complex historical vision, progress always comes at a price, and the overall novel laments the sufferings of the Mohicans, whom Cooper presents as committed to the highest moral and ethical standards.

The chapter reprinted here comes from the beginning of the novel. Major Dun- can Heyward is escorting the daughters of the British Lieutenant Col o nel Munro, Alice and Cora, to Fort William Henry, which at the time is under the command of Munro himself. Unbeknownst to Heyward and the daughters, the Huron Magua, who offers himself as a guide in the wilderness, had once been ^ogged by Munro, and now vengefully wishes to capture the daughters. Natty, Chingachgook, and Uncas will eventually help the daughters re unite with their father. At this early point in the novel, however, before they have even met the Munro party, the friends Natty and Chingachgook discuss the colonial history of the Americas and convey the dif- fering historical perspectives of the En glish and the Native Americans.

From The Last of the Mohicans

From Volume I Chapter III

[natty bumppo and chingachgook; stories of the fathers] Before these Selds were shorn and tilled, Full to the brim our rivers ^owed; The melody of waters Slled The fresh and boundless wood; And torrents dashed, and rivulets played, And fountains spouted in the shade.

Bryant1

Leaving the unsuspecting Heyward, and his conSding companions, to pen- etrate still deeper into a forest that contained such treacherous inmates, we must use an author’s privilege, and shift the scene a few miles to the west- ward of the place where we have last seen them.

On that day, two men might be observed, lingering on the banks of a small but rapid stream, within an hour’s journey of the encampment of Webb, like those who awaited the appearance of an absent person, or the approach of some expected event. The vast canopy of woods spread itself to the margin of the river, overhanging the water, and shadowing its dark glassy current with a deeper hue. The rays of the sun were beginning to grow less Serce, and the intense heat of the day was lessened, as the cooler vapours of the springs and fountains rose above their leafy beds, and rested in the atmosphere. Still that breathing silence, which marks the drowsy sultriness of an American land-

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scape in July, pervaded the secluded spot, interrupted, only, by the low voices of the men in question, an occasional and lazy tap of a reviving wood- pecker, the discordant cry of some gaudy jay, or a swelling on the ear, from the dull roar of a distant water- fall.

These feeble and broken sounds were, however, too familiar to the forest- ers, to draw their attention from the more interesting matter of their dia- logue. While one of these loiterers showed the red skin and wild accoutrements of a native of the woods, the other exhibited, through the mask of his rude and nearly savage equipments, the brighter, though sun- burnt and long- faded complexion of one who might claim descent from an Eu ro pe an parentage. The former was seated on the end of a mossy log, in a posture that permitted him to heighten the effect of his earnest language, by the calm but expressive gestures of an Indian, engaged in debate. His body, which was nearly naked, presented a terriSc emblem of death, drawn in intermingled colours of white and black. His closely shaved head, on which no other hair than the well known and chivalrous scalping tuft was preserved, was without ornament of any kind, with the exception of a solitary Ea gle’s plume, that crossed his crown, and depended2 over the left shoulder. A tomahawk and scalping- knife, of En glish manufacture, were in his girdle; while a short military ri^e, of that sort with which the policy of the whites armed their savage allies, lay care- lessly across his bare and sinewy knee. The expanded chest, full- formed limbs, and grave countenance of this warrior, would denote that he had reached the vigour of his days, though no symptoms of decay appeared to have yet weakened his manhood.

The frame of the white man, judging by such parts as were not concealed by his clothes, was like that of one who had known hardships and exertion from his earliest youth. His person, though muscular, was rather attenuated than full; but every nerve and muscle appeared strung and indurated,3 by unremitted exposure and toil. He wore a hunting- shirt of forest- green, fringed with faded yellow, and a summer cap, of skins which had been shorn of their fur. He also bore a knife in a girdle of wampum, like that which conSned the scanty garments of the Indian, but no tomahawk. His moccasins were orna- mented after the gay fashion of the natives, while the only part of his under dress which appeared below the hunting- frock, was a pair of buckskin leg- gings, that laced at the sides, and were gartered above the knees, with the sinews of a deer. A pouch and horn completed his personal accoutrements, though a ri^e of a great length, which the theory of the more ingenious whites had taught them, was the most dangerous of all Sre- arms, leaned against a neighbouring sapling. The eye of the hunter, or scout, whichever he might be, was small, quick, keen, and restless, roving while he spoke, on every side of him, as if in quest of game, or distrusting the sudden approach of some lurking enemy. Notwithstanding these symptoms of habitual suspicion, his

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2. Hung down. “Scalping tuft”: Cooper supplied the following note to the 1831 edition of Mohi- cans: “The North American warrior caused the hair to be plucked from his whole body; a small tuft, only, was left on the crown of his head, in order that his enemy might avail himself of it, in

wrenching the scalp in the event of his fall. The scalp was the only admissible trophy of victory. Thus, it was deemed more important to obtain the scalp than to kill the man. . . .” 3. Hardened.

countenance was not only without guile, but at the moment at which he is introduced was charged with an expression of sturdy honesty.

“Even your traditions make the case in my favour, Chingachgook,” he said, speaking in the tongue which was known to all the natives who formerly inhabited the country between the Hudson and the Potomack,4 and of which we shall give a free translation for the beneSt of the reader; endeavouring, at the same time, to preserve some of the peculiarities, both of the individual and of the language. “Your fathers came from the setting sun, crossed the big river,5 fought the people of the country, and took the land; and mine came from the red sky of the morning, over the salt lake, and did their work much after the fashion that had been set them by yours; then let God judge the matter between us, and friends, spare their words!”

“My fathers fought with the naked red- man!” returned the Indian, sternly, in the same language. “Is there no difference, Hawk- eye, between the stone- headed arrow of the warrior, and the leaden bullet with which you kill?”

“There is reason in an Indian, though nature has made him with a red skin!” said the white man, shaking his head, like one on whom such an appeal to his justice was not thrown away. For a moment he appeared to be conscious of having the worst of the argument, then rallying again, he answered to the objection of his antagonist in the best manner his limited information would allow: “I am no scholar, and I care not who knows it; but judging from what I have seen at deer chaces, and squirrel hunts, of the sparks below, I should think a ri^e in the hands of their grandfathers, was not so dangerous as a hickory bow, and a good ^int- head might be, if drawn with Indian judgment, and sent by an Indian eye.”

“You have the story told by your fathers,” returned the other, coldly waving his hand, in proud disdain. “What say your old men? do they tell the young warriors, that the pale- faces met the red- men, painted for war and armed with the stone hatchet or wooden gun?”

“I am not a prejudiced man, nor one who vaunts himself on his natural privileges, though the worst enemy I have on earth, and he is an Iroquois, daren’t deny that I am genuine white,” the scout replied, surveying, with secret satisfaction, the faded colour of his bony and sinewy hand; “and I am willing to own that my people have many ways, of which, as an honest man, I can’t approve. It is one of their customs to write in books what they have done and seen, instead of telling them in their villages, where the lie can be given to the face of a cowardly boaster, and the brave soldier can call on his comrades to witness for the truth of his words. In consequence of this bad fashion, a man who is too conscientious to misspend his days among the women, in learning the names of black marks, may never hear of the deeds of his fathers, nor feel a pride in striving to outdo them. For myself, I con- clude all the Bumppos could shoot; for I have a natural turn with a ri^e, which must have been handed down from generation to generation, as our

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4. Potomac; river ^owing from the Alleghenies to the Chesapeake Bay. 5. Cooper supplied the following note to the 1831 edition of Mohicans: “The Mississippi. The scout alludes to a tradition which is very pop u lar among

the tribes of the Atlantic states. Evidence of their Asiatic origin is deduced from the circumstance, though great uncertainty hangs over the whole history of the Indians.”

holy commandments tell us, all good and evil gifts are bestowed; though I should be loth to answer for other people in such a matter. But every story has its two sides; so I ask you, Chingachgook, what passed when our fathers Srst met?”

A silence of a minute succeeded, during which the Indian sat mute; then, full of the dignity of his ofSce, he commenced his brief tale, with a solem- nity that served to heighten its appearance of truth.

“Listen, Hawk- eye, and your ears shall drink no lies. ’Tis what my fathers have said, and what the Mohicans have done.” He hesitated a single instant, and bending a cautious glance towards his companion, he continued in a manner that was divided between interrogation and assertion—“does not this stream at our feet, run towards the summer, until its waters grow salt, and the current ^ows upward!”

“It can’t be denied, that your traditions tell you true in both these matters,” said the white man; “for I have been there, and have seen them; though, why water, which is so sweet in the shade, should become bitter in the sun, is an alteration for which I have never been able to account.”

“And the current!” demanded the Indian, who expected his reply with that sort of interest that a man feels in the conSrmation of testimony, at which he marvels even while he respects it; “the fathers of Chingachgook have not lied!”

“The Holy Bible is not more true, and that is the truest thing in nature. They call this up- stream current the tide, which is a thing soon explained, and clear enough. Six hours the waters run in, and six hours they run out, and the reason is this; when there is higher water in the sea than in the river, it runs in, until the river gets to be highest, and then it runs out again.”

“The waters in the woods, and on the great lakes, run downward until they lie like my hand,” said the Indian, stretching the limb horizontally before him, “and then they run no more.”

“No honest man will deny it,” said the scout, a little nettled at the implied distrust of his explanation of the mystery of the tides; “and I grant that it is true on the small scale, and where the land is level. But every thing depends on what scale you look at things. Now, on the small scale, the ’arth is level; but on the large scale it is round. In this manner, pools and ponds, and even the great fresh water lakes, may be stagnant, as you and I both know they are, having seen them; but when you come to spread water over a great tract, like the sea, where the earth is round, how in reason can the water be quiet? You might as well expect the river to lie still on the brink of those black rocks a mile above us, though your own ears tell you that it is tumbling over them at this very moment!”

If unsatisSed by the philosophy of his companion, the Indian was far too digniSed to betray his unbelief. He listened like one who was convinced, and resumed his narrative in his former solemn manner.

“We came from the place where the sun is hid at night, over great plains where the buffaloes live, until we reached the big river. There we fought the Alligewi,6 till the ground was red with their blood. From the banks of

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6. Alleghanys, who, according to the Mohicans’ tradition, were identical with the Cherokees.

the big river to the shores of the salt lake, there were none to meet us. The Maquas7 followed at a distance. We said the country should be ours from the place where the water runs up no longer, on this stream, to a river, twenty suns’ journey toward the summer. The land we had taken like war- riors, we kept like men. We drove the Maquas into the woods with the bears. They only tasted salt at the licks; they drew no Ssh from the great lake: we threw them the bones.”

“All this I have heard and believe,” said the white man, observing that the Indian paused; “but it was long before the En glish came into the country.”

“A pine grew then, where this chestnut now stands. The Srst pale faces who came among us spoke no En glish. They came in a large canoe, when my fathers had buried the tomahawk with the red men around them. Then, Hawk- eye,” he continued, betraying his deep emotion, only by permitting his voice to fall to those low, guttural tones, which render his language, as spo- ken at times, so very musical; “then, Hawk- eye, we were one people, and we were happy. The salt lake gave us its Ssh, the wood its deer, and the air its birds. We took wives who bore us children; we worshipped the Great Spirit; and we kept the Maquas beyond the sound of our songs of triumph!”

“Know you any thing of your own family, at that time?” demanded the white. “But you are a just man for an Indian! and as I suppose you hold their gifts, your fathers must have been brave warriors, and wise men at the coun- cil Sre.”

“My tribe is the grandfather of nations,” said the native, “but I am an unmixed man. The blood of chiefs is in my veins, where it must stay for ever. The Dutch landed, and gave my people the Sre- water;8 they drank until the heavens and the earth seemed to meet, and they foolishly thought they had found the Great Spirit. Then they parted with their land. Foot by foot, they were driven back from the shores, until I, that am a chief and a Sagamore,9 have never seen the sun shine but through the trees, and have never visited the graves of my fathers.”

“Graves bring solemn feelings over the mind,” returned the scout, a good deal touched at the calm suffering of his companion; “and often aid a man in his good intentions, though, for myself, I expect to leave my own bones unburied, to bleach in the woods, or to be torn asunder by the wolves. But where are to be found your race, which came to their kin in the Delaware country, so many summers since?”

“Where are the blossoms of those summers!— fallen, one by one: so all of my family departed, each in his turn, to the land of spirits. I am on the hill- top, and must go down into the valley; and when Uncas follows in my footsteps, there will no longer be any of the blood of the Sagamores, for my boy is the last of the Mohicans.”

“Uncas is here!” said another voice, in the same soft, guttural tones, near his elbow; “who wishes Uncas?”

The white man loosened his knife in its leathern sheath, and made an involuntary movement of the hand towards his ri^e, at this sudden inter- ruption, but the Indian sat composed, and without turning his head at the unexpected sounds.

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7. Iroquois. 8. Alcoholic beverages.

9. Leader among chiefs.

At the next instant, a youthful warrior passed between them, with a noise- less step, and seated himself on the bank of the rapid stream. No exclamation of surprise escaped the father, nor was any question made or reply given for several minutes, each appearing to await the moment, when he might speak, without betraying a womanish curiosity or childish impatience. The white man seemed to take counsel from their customs, and relinquishing his grasp of the ri^e, he also remained silent and reserved. At length Chingachgook turned his eyes slowly towards his son, and demanded—

“Do the Maquas dare to leave the print of their moccasins in these woods?” “I have been on their trail,” replied the young Indian, “and know that they

number as many as the Sngers of my two hands; but they lie hid like cowards.” “The thieves are outlying for scalps and plunder!” said the white man,

whom we shall call Hawk- eye, after the manner of his companions. “That busy Frenchman, Montcalm, will send his spies into our very camp, but he will know what road we travel!”

“ ’Tis enough!” returned the father, glancing his eye towards the setting sun; “they shall be driven like deer from their bushes. Hawk- eye, let us eat to- night, and show the Maquas that we are men tomorrow.”

“I am as ready to do the one as the other,” replied the scout; “but to Sght the Iroquois,’tis necessary to Snd the skulkers; and to eat,’tis necessary to get the game— talk of the dev il and he will come; there is a pair of the biggest antlers I have seen this season, moving the bushes below the hill! Now, Uncas,” he continued in a half whisper, and laughing with a kind of inward sound, like one who had learnt to be watchful, “I will bet my charger three times full of powder, against a foot of wampum,1 that I take him atwixt the eyes, and nearer to the right than to the left.”

“It cannot be!” said the young Indian, springing to his feet with youthful eagerness; “all but the tips of his horns are hid!”

“He’s a boy!” said the white man, shaking his head while he spoke, and addressing the father. “Does he think when a hunter sees a part of the crea- tur, he can’t tell where the rest of him should be!”

Adjusting his ri^e, he was about to make an exhibition of that skill, on which he so much valued himself, when the warrior struck up the piece with his hand, saying,

“Hawk- eye! will you Sght the Maquas?” “These Indians know the nature of the woods, as it might be by instinct!”

returned the scout, dropping his ri^e, and turning away like a man who was convinced of his error. “I must leave the buck to your arrow, Uncas, or we may kill a deer for them thieves, the Iroquois, to eat.”

The instant the father seconded this intimation by an expressive gesture of the hand, Uncas threw himself on the ground, and approached the animal with wary movements. When, within a few yards of the cover, he Stted an arrow to his bow with the utmost care, while the antlers moved, as if their own er snuffed an enemy in the tainted air. In another moment the twang of the bow was heard, a white streak was seen glancing into the bushes, and the wounded buck plunged from the cover, to the very feet of his hidden enemy. Avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Uncas darted to his side, and

1. Beads or other articles used as currency.

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passed his knife across the throat, when bounding to the edge of the river, it fell, dying the waters with its blood to a great distance.

“ ’Twas done with Indian skill,” said the scout, laughing inwardly, but with vast satisfaction; “and was a pretty sight to behold! Though an arrow is a near shot, and needs a knife to Snish the work.”

“Hugh!” ejaculated his companion, turning quickly, like a hound who scented his game.

“By the Lord, there is a drove of them!” exclaimed the hunting scout, whose eyes began to glisten with the ardour of his usual occupation; “if they come within range of a bullet, I will drop one, though the whole Six Nations2 should be lurking within sound! What do you hear, Chingach- gook? for to my ears the woods are dumb.”

“There is but one deer, and he is dead,” said the Indian, bending his body, till his ear nearly touched the earth. “I hear the sounds of feet!”

“Perhaps the wolves have driven that buck to shelter, and are following in his trail.”

“No. The horses of white men are coming!” returned the other, raising himself with dignity, and resuming his seat on the log with all his former composure. “Hawk- eye, they are your brothers; speak to them.”

“That will I, and in En glish that the king needn’t be ashamed to answer,” returned the hunter, speaking in the language of which he boasted; “but I see nothing, nor do I hear the sounds of man or beast; ’tis strange that an Indian should understand white sounds better than a man, who, his very enemies will own, has no cross3 in his blood, although he may have lived with the red skins long enough to be suspected! Ha! there goes something like the crack- ing of a dry stick, too— now I hear the bushes move— yes, yes, there is a tramping that I mistook for the falls— and—but here they come themselves; God keep them from the Iroquois!”

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2. A formal tribal alliance, also known as the Iro- quois Confederacy, of the Mohawks, Oneidas, Onondagas, Cayugas, Senecas, and Tuscaroras in the area of what is now upstate New York.

3. In this and other novels of the Leatherstock- ing series, Natty Bumppo insists on his pure whiteness.

CATHARINE MARIA SEDGWICK 1789–1867

C atharine Maria Sedgwick was among the most pop u lar and critically respected antebellum writers, publishing six novels, a highly regarded travel volume, reli- gious tracts, domestic and reform literature, dozens of short stories, and eight vol- umes of children’s writings. Sedgwick was admired by James Fenimore Cooper (who celebrated her “Sne power of imagination”), Edgar Allan Poe (who stated that she had “few rivals near the throne”), and numerous other readers of the time. By

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the end of the nineteenth century, however, her reputation had dimin- ished. Interest in Sedgwick revived as a result of the critical reassess- ment of neglected women writers during the 1980s, which led to the republication of her 1827 novel Hope Leslie in 1987. Since then, critics have been paying increasing attention to her not only as an author of historical novels that rival those of Cooper but also as a social reformer and novelist of manners with a strong interest in the role of women in U.S. culture.

Sedgwick was born on December 28, 1789, in Stockbridge, Massachu- setts, the ninth of ten children of a prominent Federalist family. Her father became Speaker of the U.S. House of Representatives, and some of her brothers were successful in business and law. Her early educa- tion was spotty, partly because of the illness of her mother, who died in 1807, and partly because good schools for girls were rare in an era before women’s colleges existed. She attended various schools on a short- term basis between 1798 and 1804. At home she had few books, although her father read aloud when he was home (as she recalled) from Shakespeare, Cer- vantes’s Don Quixote, Samuel Butler’s Hudibras, and the phi los o pher David Hume. Later, she read great quantities of novels and histories on her own, but always regret- ted that she had not had a more systematic education.

In 1813, Sedgwick’s father died shortly after converting from Congregationalism to Unitarianism. Sedgwick eventually followed his lead in rejecting the Congrega- tionalists’ Calvinistic emphasis on eternal damnation in favor of the liberal ratio- nalism of Unitarianism. In 1821 she became a member of the Unitarian Society in New York City, and owed much of her early reputation to the interest of Unitarians in her Sction. She began her Srst novel, A New- England Tale (1822), as a Unitarian tract, but inspired by the historical novels of Sir Walter Scott and the literary nationalism of the time, she then determined, as she said in the preface, to add to “the scanty stock of native American literature” by portraying the moral trials of an orphan girl in New En gland. The novel was well received, and Sedgwick secured her reputation with her second novel, Redwood (1824), which set out “to denote the passing character and manners of the present time and place.” She returned to historical Sction with Hope Leslie, set in New En gland during the 1630s and 1640s and featuring both a noble Native American woman, along the lines of the legendary Pocahontas, and a marriage between an Indian man and a white woman. Sedgwick’s next historical novel, The Linwoods (1835), was set during the American Revolution and had a supporting cast of characters that included George Washington and the Marquis de Lafayette. In all her novels, female agency is crucial to plot and theme. In Clarence (1830) she depicted a strong female character, Gertrude Clarence, who

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Catharine M. Sedgwick. Plate accompanying the chapter on Sedgwick in The National Portrait Gallery of Distinguished Americans (1836), edited by James B. Longacre and James Herring.

rejects the materialism of her time and emerges as the very embodiment of republi- can ideals; and in her late novel Married or Single? (1857), Sedgwick, who herself did not marry, disputed the prevalent idea that women were useless except as wives and mothers.

Sedgwick could at times seem remote from the various reform movements that engaged Lydia Maria Child, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and other women writers of the period. Shortly after her death in 1867, Child complained that Sedgwick’s failure to “contend” for the African American cause “or for anything else” showed a lack of moral courage. In fact, Sedgwick wrote against slavery (her father had fought for its abolition in Massachusetts), challenged the racist ideologies that informed Andrew Jackson’s Indian removal policies, and advocated education and prison reforms as well as women’s rights. She also wrote powerfully about matters of social class, though she was ultimately most sympathetic to the aspirations and insecurities of the rising middle class. In such best- selling didactic books as Home (1835), The Poor Rich Man and the Rich Poor Man (1836), and Live and Let Live (1837), Sedgwick antici- pated the literary domesticity of Stowe and many other American women writers of the mid- nineteenth century. Like Stowe, Sedgwick believed women could have their greatest impact on the culture by keeping their distance from the hurly- burly of par- tisan politics and instead exerting their in^uence from within the home. Writing for Sedgwick was the appropriately female strategy to challenge settled ways of thinking and promote social reform.

Hope Leslie Sedgwick’s third novel, Hope Leslie; or, Early Times in the Mas- sachusetts (1827), portrays the historical con^icts between the Puritans and Native Americans in seventeenth- century New En gland. It provides a revisionary per- spective on what the Puritans called the Pequod War of 1637, which Sedgwick represents as a brutal conquest (the Puritans killed several hundred women and children in their assault on a Pequod village along the Mystic River in what is now southeastern Connecticut). Self- consciously positioning Hope Leslie against James Fenimore Cooper’s The Last of the Mohicans (1826), Sedgwick focuses on the cru- cial role of women in early American history; and despite her horriSc account of massacre and retaliation, she imagines the possibility of love and friendship devel- oping across racial and cultural boundaries. Though she challenges Puritan his- tories that ignore their unprovoked violence against Native American women and children, she also extols the Puritans as heroic found ers and progenitors of the new nation.

The plot of Hope Leslie is intricate and complex. The chapters reprinted here center on Everell Fletcher, Magawisca, and Hope Leslie. Everell is the son of the Puritan William Fletcher, who, when living in En gland, was thwarted in his desire to marry his distant relative Alice Fletcher; he instead married an orphan woman named Martha and emigrated to Massachusetts. Hope Leslie is the older daughter of Alice Fletcher and Charles Leslie, the husband forced on Alice by her father. When Charles Leslie dies, Alice takes a ship to New En gland with her daughters, but dies onboard. The Fletchers adopt Hope and her sister, Faith, into their home at SpringSeld, Massachusetts, in the settlement they call Bethel. To help them with their added responsibilities, the Puritan authorities give the Fletchers two Indian “servants,” the Pequods Magawisca and her brother Oneco, whose mother, Monoco, had recently died in captivity. Their father, Mononotto, who had deSed the rival Pequod chief Sassacus in attempting to develop alliances with the En glish, now seeks revenge for the Puritans’ killing of his people, and especially for their brutal act of beheading his son Samoset. The selections begin with Magawisca sneaking off at night to visit with the Indian woman Nelema, while William Fletcher’s domes-

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1. From a letter by the Puritan minister John Robinson (c. 1576– 1625) to the found er and gov- ernor of Plymouth colony, William Bradford (1590– 1657), which was included in the appendix

to Bradford’s Of Plymouth Plantation (1630– 50). Robinson was critical of the Puritans’ violence against the Indians.

tic servant, Digby, remains suspicious that Magawisca, Nelema, and Mononotto are plotting to attack the Fletcher house hold. At the time, Hope Leslie is in Boston with William Fletcher.

The text is taken from the Srst edition, published in New York in 1827.

From Hope Leslie

From Volume I Chapter IV

[magawisca’s history of “the pequod war”] “It would have been happy if they had converted some before they had killed any.”

—Robinson1

The house at Bethel had, both in front and in rear, a portico, or, as it was more humbly, and therefore more appropriately named, a shed; that in the rear, was a sort of adjunct to the kitchen, and one end of it was enclosed for the purpose of a bed- room, and occupied by Magawisca. Everell found Digby sitting at the other extremity of this portico; his position was prudently cho- sen. The moon was high, and the heavens clear, and there concealed and sheltered by the shadow of the roof, he could, without being seen, command the whole extent of cleared ground that bordered on the forest, whence the foe would come, if he came at all.

Everell, like a good knight, had carefully inspected his arms and just taken his position beside Digby, when they heard Magawisca’s window cau- tiously opened, and saw her spring through it. Everell would have spoken to her, but Digby made a signal of silence, and she, without observing them, hastened with a quick and light step towards the wood, and entered it, taking the path that led to Nelema’s hut.

“Confound her!” exclaimed Digby; “she is in a plot with the old woman.” “No—no. On my life she is not, Digby.” “Some mischief— some mischief,” said Digby, shaking his head. “They

are a treacherous race. Let’s follow her. No, we had best keep clear of the wood. Do you call after her; she will hearken to you.”

Everell hesitated. “Speak quickly, Mr. Everell,” urged Digby; “she will be beyond the reach of your voice. It is no light matter that could take her to Nelema’s hut at this time of the night.”

“She has good reason for going, Digby. I am sure of it; and I will not call her back.”

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“Reason,” muttered Digby; “reason is but a jack- o’- lantern light in most people’s minds. You trust her too far, Mr. Everell; but there, she is return- ing! See how she looks all around her, like a frightened bird that hears an enemy in every rustling leaf. Stand close— observe her— see, she lays her ear to the earth— it is their crafty way of listening— there, she is gone again!” he exclaimed, as Magawisca darted away into the wood. “It is past doubt she holds communication with some one. God send us a safe deliver- ance. I had rather meet a legion of Frenchmen than a company of these savages. They are a kind of beast we don’t comprehend— out of the range of God’s creatures— neither angel, man, nor yet quite dev il. I would have sent to the fort for a guard to- night, but I liked not being driven hither and yon by that old hag’s tokens; nor yet quite to take counsel from your good mother’s fears, she being but a woman.”

“I think you have caught the fear, Digby, without taking its counsel,” said Everell, “which does little credit to your wisdom; the only use of fear, being to provide against danger.”

“That is true, Mr. Everell; but don’t think I am afraid. It is one thing to know what danger is, and wish to shun it; and another thing to feel like you, fear- nought lads, that have never felt a twinge of pain, and have scarce a sense of your own mortality. You would be the boldest at an attack, Mr. Ever- ell, and I should stand a siege best. A boy’s courage is a keen weapon that wants temper.”

“Apt to break at the Srst stroke from the enemy, you mean, Digby?” Digby nodded assent. “Well, I should like, at any rate, to prove it,” added Everell.

“Time enough this half- dozen years yet, my young master. I should be loath to see that fair skin of thine stained with blood; and, besides, you have yet to get a little more worldly prudence than to trust a young Indian girl, just because she takes your fancy.”

“And why does she take my fancy, Digby? because she is true and noble- minded. I am certain, that if she knows of any danger approaching us, she is seeking to avert it.”

“I don’t know that, Mr. Everell; she’ll be Srst true to her own people. The old proverb holds fast with these savages, as well as with the rest of the world—‘hawks won’t pick out hawks’ eyes.’ Like to like, throughout all nature. I grant you, she hath truly a fair seeming.”

“And all that’s foul is our own suspicion, is it not, Digby?” “Not exactly; there’s plainly some mystery between Magawisca and the old

woman, and we know these Pequods were famed above all the Indian tribes for their cunning.”

“And what is superior cunning among savages but superior sense?” “You may out- talk me, Mr. Everell,” replied Digby, with the impatience

that a man feels when he is sure he is right, without being able to make it appear. “You may out- talk me, but you will never convince me. Was not I in the Pequod war? I ought to know, I think.”

“Yes, and I think you have told me they shewed more resolution than cunning there; in par tic u lar, that the brother of Magawisca, whom she so piteously bemoans to this day, fought like a young lion.”

“Yes, he did, poor dog!— and he was afterwards cruelly cut off; and it is this that makes me think they will take some terrible revenge for his death.

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I often hear Magawisca talking to Oneco of her brother, and I think it is to stir his spirit; but this boy is no more like to him than a spaniel to a blood- hound.”

Nothing Digby said had any tendency to weaken Everell’s conSdence in Magawisca.

The subject of the Pequod war once started, Digby and Everell were in no danger of sleeping at their post. Digby loved, as well as another man, and particularly those who have had brief military experience, to Sght his battles o’er again; and Everell was at an age to listen with delight to tales of adven- ture, and danger. They thus wore away the time till the imaginations of both relater and listener were at that pitch, when every shadow is embodied, and every passing sound bears a voice to the quickened sense. “Hark!” said Digby, “did you not hear footsteps?”

“I hear them now,” replied Everell; “they seem not very near. Is it not Magawisca returning?”

“No; there is more than one; and it is the heavy, though cautious, tread of men. Ha! Argus scents them.” The old house- dog now sprang from his rest on a mat at the door- stone, and gave one of those loud inquiring barks, by which this animal Srst hails the approach of a strange footstep. “Hush, Argus, hush,” cried Everell; and the old dog, having obeyed his instinct, seemed satisSed to submit to his master’s voice, and crept lazily back to his place of repose.

“You have hushed Argus, and the footsteps too,” said Digby; “but it is well, perhaps, if there really is an enemy near, that he should know we are on guard.”

“If there really is, Digby!” said Everell, who, terriSc as the apprehended danger was, felt the irrepressible thirst of youth for adventure; “do you think we could both have been deceived?”

“Nothing easier, Mr. Everell, than to deceive senses on the watch for alarm. We heard something, but it might have been the wolves that even now prowl about the very clearing here at night. Ha!” he exclaimed, “there they are”— and starting forward he levelled his musket towards the wood.

“You are mad,” said Everell, striking down Digby’s musket with the butt end of his own. “It is Magawisca.” Magawisca at that moment emerged from the wood.

Digby appeared confounded. “Could I have been so deceived?” he said; “could it have been her shadow— I thought I saw an Indian beyond that birch tree; you see the white bark? well, just beyond in the shade. It could not have been Magawisca, nor her shadow, for you see there are trees between the foot- path and that place; and yet, how should he have vanished without motion or sound?”

“Our senses deceive us, Digby,” said Everell, reciprocating Digby’s own argument.

“In this tormenting moonlight they do; but my senses have been well schooled in their time, and should have learned to know a man from a woman, and a shadow from a substance.”

Digby had not a very strong conviction of the actual presence of an enemy, as was evident from his giving no alarm to his auxiliaries in the house; and he

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2. A sentry.

believed that if there were hostile Indians prowling about them, they were few in number, and fearful; still he deemed it prudent to persevere in their precautionary mea sures. “I will remain here,” he said, “Mr. Everell, and do you follow Magawisca; sift what you can from her. Depend on’t, there’s some- thing wrong. Why should she have turned away on seeing us? and did you not observe her hide something beneath her mantle?”

Everell acceded to Digby’s proposition; not with the expectation of con- Srming his suspicions, but in the hope that Magawisca would shew they were groundless. He followed her to the front of the house, to which she seemed involuntarily to have bent her steps on perceiving him.

“You have taken the most difScult part of our duty on yourself, Maga- wisca,” he said, on coming up to her. “You have acted as vidette,2 while I have been quiet at my post.”

Perhaps Magawisca did not understand him, at any rate she made no reply.

“Have you met an enemy in your reconnoitring? Digby and I fancied that we both heard and saw the foe.”

“When and where?” exclaimed Magawisca, in a hurried, alarmed tone. “Not many minutes since, and just at the very edge of the wood.” “What! when Digby raised his gun? I thought that had been in sport to

startle me.” “No—Magawisca. Sporting does not suit our present case. My mother

and her little ones are in peril, and Digby is a faithful servant.” “Faithful!” echoed Magawisca, as if there were more in Everell’s expression

than met the ear; “he surely may walk straight who hath nothing to draw him aside. Digby hath but one path, and that is plain before him— but one voice from his heart, and why should he not obey it?” The girl’s voice faltered as she spoke, and as she concluded she burst into tears. Everell had never before witnessed this expression of feeling from her. She had an habitual self- command that hid the motions of her heart from common observers, and veiled them even from those who most narrowly watched her. Everell’s conSdence in Magawisca had not been in the least degree weakened by all the appearances against her. He did not mean to imply suspicion by his com- mendation of Digby, but merely to throw out a leading observation which she might follow if she would.

He felt reproached and touched by her distress, but struck by the clew, which, as he thought, her language afforded to the mystery of her conduct, and conSdent that she would in no way aid or abet any mischief that her own people might be contriving against them, he followed the natural bent of his generous temper, and assured her again, and again, of his entire trust in her. This seemed rather to aggravate than abate her distress. She threw herself on the ground, drew her mantle over her face, and wept convulsively. He found he could not allay the storm he had raised, and he seated himself beside her. After a little while, either exhausted by the violence of her emotion, or com- forted by Everell’s silent sympathy, she became composed; and raised her face from her mantle, and as she did so, something fell from beneath its folds. She

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hastily recovered and replaced it, but not till Everell had perceived it was an ea gle’s feather. He knew this was the badge of her tribe, and he had heard her say, that “a tuft from the wing of the monarch- bird was her father’s crest.” A suspicion ^ashed through his mind, and was conveyed to Magawisca’s, by one bright glance of inquiry. She said nothing, but her responding look was rather sorrowful than confused, and Everell, anxious to believe what he wished to be true, came, after a little consideration, to the conclusion, that the feather had been dropped in her path by a passing bird. He did not scru- tinise her motive in concealing it; he could not think her capable of evil, and anxious to efface from her mind the distrust his countenance might have expressed—“This beautiful moon and her train of stars,” he said, “look as if they were keeping their watch over our dwelling. There are those, Magawisca, who believe the stars have a mysterious in^uence on human destiny. I know nothing of the grounds of their faith, and my imagination is none of the brightest, but I can almost fancy they are stationed there as guardian angels, and I feel quite sure that nothing evil could walk abroad in their light.”

“They do look peaceful,” she replied mournfully; “but ah! Everell, man is ever breaking the peace of nature. It was such a night as this— so bright and still, when your En glish came upon our quiet homes.”

“You have never spoken to me of that night Magawisca.” “No—Everell, for our hands have taken hold of the chain of friendship,

and I feared to break it by speaking of the wrongs your people laid on mine.” “You need not fear it; I can honour noble deeds though done by our ene-

mies, and see that cruelty is cruelty, though in^icted by our friends.” “Then listen to me; and when the hour of vengeance comes, if it should

come, remember it was provoked.” She paused for a few moments, sighed deeply, and then began the recital

of the last acts in the tragedy of her people; the principal circumstances of which are detailed in the chronicles of the times, by the witnesses of the bloody scenes. “You know,” she said, “our fortress- homes were on the level summit of a hill. Thence we could see as far as the eye could stretch, our hunting- grounds, and our gardens, which lay beneath us on the borders of a stream that glided around our hill, and so near to it, that in the still nights we could hear its gentle voice. Our fort and wigwams were encompassed with a palisade,3 formed of young trees, and branches interwoven and sharply pointed. No enemy’s foot had ever approached this nest, which the ea gles of the tribe had built for their mates and their young. Sassacus and my father were both away on that dreadful night. They had called a council of our chiefs, and old men; our young men had been out in their canoes, and when they returned they had danced and feasted, and were now in deep sleep. My mother was in her hut with her children, not sleeping, for my brother Samo- set had lingered behind his companions, and had not yet returned from the water- sport. The warning spirit, that ever keeps its station at a mother’s pil- low, whispered that some evil was near; and my mother, bidding me lie still with the little ones, went forth in quest of my brother. All the servants of the Great Spirit spoke to my mother’s ear and eye of danger and death. The

3. A defensive wall or enclosure.

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4. The bark of the sassafras tree was sometimes used medicinally and for ^avoring beverages.

moon, as she sunk behind the hills, appeared a ball of Sre; strange lights darted through the air; to my mother’s eye they seemed Sery arrows; to her ear the air was Slled with death- sighs.

‘She had passed the palisade, and was descending the hill, when she met old Cushmakin. ‘Do you know aught of my boy?’ she asked.

‘Your boy is safe, and sleeps with his companions; he returned by the Sas- safras4 knoll; that way can only be trodden by the strong- limbed, and light- footed.’ ‘My boy is safe,’ said my mother; ‘then tell me, for thou art wise, and canst see quite through the dark future, tell me, what evil is coming to our tribe?’ She then described the omens she had seen. ‘I know not,’ said Cush- makin, ‘of late darkness hath spread over my soul, and all is black there, as before these eyes, that the arrows of death have pierced; but tell me, Monoco, what see you now in the Selds of heaven?’

‘Oh, now,’ said my mother, ‘I see nothing but the blue depths, and the watching stars. The spirits of the air have ceased their moaning, and steal over my cheek like an infant’s breath. The water- spirits are rising, and will soon spread their soft wings around the nest of our tribe.’

‘The boy sleeps safely,’ muttered the old man, ‘and I have listened to the idle fear of a doating mother.’

‘I come not of a fearful race,’ said my mother. ‘Nay, that I did not mean,’ replied Cushmakin, ‘but the panther watching

her young is fearful as a doe.’ The night was far spent, and my mother bade him go home with her, for our pow- wows have always a mat in the wigwam of their chief. ‘Nay,’ he said, ‘the day is near, and I am always abroad at the rising of the sun.’ It seemed that the Srst warm touch of the sun opened the eye of the old man’s soul, and he saw again the ^ushed hills, and the shaded vallies, the sparkling waters, the green maize, and the gray old rocks of our home. They were just passing the little gate of the palisade, when the old man’s dog sprang from him with a fearful bark. A rushing sound was heard. ‘Owanox! Owanox! (the En glish! the En glish!)’ cried Cushmakin. My mother joined her voice to his, and in an instant the cry of alarm spread through the wigwams. The enemy were indeed upon us. They had surrounded the palisade, and opened their Sre.”

“Was it so sudden? Did they so rush on sleeping women and children?” asked Everell, who was unconsciously lending all his interest to the party of the narrator.

“Even so; they were guided to us by the traitor Wequash; he from whose bloody hand my mother had shielded the captive En glish maidens— he who had eaten from my father’s dish, and slept on his mat. They were ^anked by the cowardly Narragansetts, who shrunk from the sight of our tribe— who were pale as white men at the thought of Sassacus, and so feared him, that when his name was spoken, they were like an unstrung bow, and they said, ‘He is all one God— no man can kill him.’ These cowardly allies waited for the prey they dared not attack.”

“Then,” said Everell, “as I have heard, our people had all the honour of the Sght.”

“Honour! was it, Everell— ye shall hear. Our warriors rushed forth to meet the foe; they surrounded the huts of their mothers, wives, sisters, children;

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they fought as if each man had a hundred lives, and would give each, and all, to redeem their homes. Oh! the dreadful fray, even now, rings in my ears! Those fearful guns that we had never heard before— the shouts of your people— our own battle yell— the piteous cries of the little children— the groans of our mothers, and, oh! worse— worse than all— the silence of those that could not speak——The En glish fell back; they were driven to the pali- sade; some beyond it, when their leader gave the cry to Sre our huts, and led the way to my mother’s. Samoset, the noble boy, defended the entrance with a prince- like courage, till they struck him down; prostrate and bleeding he again bent his bow, and had taken deadly aim at the En glish leader, when a sabre- blow severed his bowstring. Then was taken from our hearth- stone, where the En glish had been so often warmed and cherished, the brand to consume our dwellings. They were covered with mats, and burnt like dried straw. The enemy retreated without the palisade. In vain did our warriors Sght for a path by which we might escape from the consuming Sre; they were beaten back; the Serce element gained on us; the Narragansetts pressed on the En glish, howling like wolves for their prey. Some of our people threw themselves into the midst of the crackling ^ames, and their courageous souls parted with one shout of triumph; others mounted the palisade, but they were shot and dropped like a ^ock of birds smitten by the hunter’s arrows. Thus did the strangers destroy, in our own homes, hundreds of our tribe.”

“And how did you escape in that dreadful hour, Magawisca— you were not then taken prisoners?”

“No; there was a rock at one extremity of our hut, and beneath it a cavity into which my mother crept, with Oneco, myself, and the two little ones that afterwards perished. Our simple habitations were soon consumed; we heard the foe retiring, and when the last sound had died away, we came forth to a sight that made us lament to be among the living. The sun was scarce an hour from his rising, and yet in this brief space our homes had vanished. The bodies of our people were strewn about the smouldering ruin; and all around the palisade lay the strong and valiant warriors— cold—silent—powerless as the unformed clay.”

Magawisca paused; she was overcome with the recollection of this scene of desolation. She looked upward with an intent gaze, as if she held communion with an invisible being. “Spirit of my mother!” burst from her lips. “Oh! that I could follow thee to that blessed land where I should no more dread the war- cry, nor the death- knife.” Everell dashed the gathering tears from his eyes, and Magawisca proceeded in her narrative.

“While we all stood silent and motionless, we heard footsteps and cheerful voices. They came from my father and Sassacus, and their band, returning from the friendly council. They approached on the side of the hill that was covered with a thicket of oaks, and their ruined homes at once burst upon their view. Oh! what horrid sounds then pealed on the air! shouts of wailing, and cries for vengeance. Every eye was turned with suspicion and hatred on my father. He had been the friend of the En glish; he had counselled peace and alliance with them; he had protected their traders; delivered the captives taken from them, and restored them to their people: now his wife and chil- dren alone were living, and they called him traitor. I heard an angry murmur, and many hands were lifted to strike the death- blow. He moved not—‘Nay, nay,’ cried Sassacus, beating them off. ‘Touch him not; his soul is bright as

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5. Sedgwick supplied the following note: “ ‘But Snding that the sachems whom they had spared, would give them no information, they beheaded them on their march at a place called Menunkatuck, since Guilford.’—Ibid.” (Her note is from Benjamin Trumbull’s A Complete History of Connecticut, Civil and Ecclesiastical [1797].) 6. Sedgwick provided this note: “The language of the Indians, as reported by Heckwelder, veriSes so strongly the sentiment in our text, and is so powerful an admonition to Christians, that we here quote it for those who may not have met with the interesting work of this excellent Moravian missionary—‘ “And yet,” say those injured people, “these white men would always be telling us of their great Book which God had given to them.

They would persuade us that every man was good who believed in what the Book said, and every man was bad who did not believe in it. They told us a great many things, which they said were writ- ten in the good Book, and wanted us to believe it all. We would probably have done so, if we had seen them practise what they pretended to believe, and act according to the good words which they told us. But no! while they held their big Book in one hand, in the other they had mur- derous weapons, guns, and swords wherewith to kill us poor Indians. Ah! and they did so too!” ’ ” (Her note is from John Gottlieb Ernestus Heck- ewelder’s Account of the History, Manners, and Customs of the Indian Nations [1819].)

the sun; sooner shall you darken that, than Snd treason in his breast. If he hath shown the dove’s heart to the En glish when he believed them friends, he will show himself the Serce ea gle now he knows them enemies. Touch him not, warriors; remember my blood runneth in his veins.’

“From that moment my father was a changed man. He neither spoke nor looked at his wife, or children; but placing himself at the head of one band of the young men he shouted his war- cry, and then silently pursued the enemy. Sassacus went forth to assemble the tribe, and we followed my mother to one of our villages.”

“You did not tell me, Magawisca,” said Everell, “how Samoset perished; was he consumed in the ^ames, or shot from the palisade?”

“Neither—neither. He was reserved to whet my father’s revenge to a still keener edge. He had forced a passage through the En glish, and hastily col- lecting a few warriors, they pursued the enemy, sprung upon them from a covert, and did so annoy them that the En glish turned and gave them bat- tle. All ^ed save my brother, and him they took prisoner. They told him they would spare his life if he would guide them to our strong holds; he refused.5 He had, Everell, lived but sixteen summers; he loved the light of the sun even as we love it; his manly spirit was tamed by wounds and weariness; his limbs were like a bending reed, and his heart beat like a woman’s; but the Sre of his soul burnt clear. Again they pressed him with offers of life and reward; he faithfully refused, and with one sabre- stroke they severed his head from his body.”

Magawisca paused— she looked at Everell and said with a bitter smile—“You En glish tell us, Everell, that the book of your law is better than that written on our hearts,6 for ye say it teaches mercy, compassion, forgiveness— if ye had such a law and believed it, would ye thus have treated a captive boy?”

Magawisca’s re^ecting mind suggested the most serious obstacle to the progress of the christian religion, in all ages and under all circumstances; the contrariety between its divine principles and the conduct of its profes- sors; which, instead of always being a medium for the light that emanates from our holy law, is too often the darkest cloud that obstructs the passage of its rays to the hearts of heathen men. Everell had been carefully instructed in the principles of his religion, and he felt Magawisca’s relation to be an awkward comment on them, and her inquiry natural; but though he knew

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not what answer to make, he was sure there must be a good one, and men- tally resolving to refer the case to his mother, he begged Magawisca to pro- ceed with her narrative.

“The fragments of our broken tribe,” she said, “were collected, and some other small dependent tribes persuaded to join us. We were obliged to ^ee from the open grounds, and shelter ourselves in a dismal swamp. The En glish surrounded us; they sent in to us a messenger and offered life and pardon to all who had not shed the blood of En glishmen. Our allies listened, and ̂ ed from us, as frightened birds ^y from a falling tree. My father looked upon his warriors; they answered that look with their battle- shout. ‘Tell your people,’ said my father to the messenger, ‘that we have shed and drank En glish blood, and that we will take nothing from them but death.’

“The messenger departed and again returned with offers of pardon, if we would come forth and lay our arrows and our tomahawks at the feet of the En glish. ‘What say you, warriors,’ cried my father—‘shall we take pardon from those who have burned your wives and children, and given your homes to the beasts of prey— who have robbed you of your hunting- grounds, and driven your canoes from their waters?’ A hundred arrows were pointed to the mes- senger. ‘English— you have your answer,’ said my father, and the messenger returned to announce the fate we had chosen.”

“Where was Sassacus?— had he abandoned his people?” asked Everell. “Abandoned them! No— his life was in theirs; but accustomed to attack

and victory, he could not bear to be thus driven, like a fox to his hole. His soul was sick within him, and he was silent and left all to my father. All day we heard the strokes of the En glish axes felling the trees that defended us, and when night came, they had approached so near that we could see the glim- mering of their watch- lights through the branches of the trees. All night they were pouring in their bullets, alike on warriors, women, and children. Old Cushmakin was lying at my mother’s feet, when he received a death- wound. Gasping for breath he called on Sassacus and my father—‘Stay not here,’ he said; ‘look not on your wives and children, but burst your prison bound; sound through the nations the cry of revenge! Linked together, ye shall drive the En glish into the sea. I speak the word of the Great Spirit— obey it!’ While he was yet speaking he stiffened in death. ‘Obey him, warriors,’ cried my mother; ‘see,’ she said, pointing to the mist that was now wrapping itself around the wood like a thick curtain—‘see, our friends have come from the spirit- land to shelter you. Nay, look not on us— our hearts have been tender in the wigwam, but we can die before our enemies without a groan. Go forth and avenge us.’

“ ‘Have we come to the counsel of old men and old women!’ said Sassacus, in the bitterness of his spirit.

“ ‘When women put down their womanish thoughts and counsel like men, they should be obeyed,’ said my father. ‘Follow me, warriors.’

“They burst through the enclosure. We saw nothing more, but we heard the shout from the foe, as they issued from the wood— the momentary Serce encounter— and the cry, ‘they have escaped!’ Then it was that my mother, who had listened with breathless silence, threw herself down on the mossy stones, and laying her hot cheek to mine—‘Oh, my children— my children!’ she said, ‘would that I could die for you! But fear not death— the blood of a

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hundred chieftains, that never knew fear, runneth in your veins. Hark, the enemy comes nearer and nearer. Now lift up your heads, my children, and show them that even the weak ones of our tribe are strong in soul.’

“We rose from the ground— all about sat women and children in family clusters, awaiting unmoved their fate. The En glish had penetrated the forest- screen, and were already on the little rising- ground where we had been entrenched. Death was dealt freely. None resisted— not a movement was made— not a voice lifted— not a sound escaped, save the wailings of the dying children.

“One of your soldiers knew my mother, and a command was given that her life and that of her children should be spared. A guard was stationed round us.

“You know that, after our tribe was thus cut off, we were taken, with a few other captives, to Boston. Some were sent to the Islands of the Sun,7 to bend their free limbs to bondage like your beasts of burden. There are among your people those who have not put out the light of the Great Spirit; they can remember a kindness, albeit done by an Indian; and when it was known to your Sachems8 that the wife of Mononotto, once the protector and friend of your people, was a prisoner, they treated her with honour and gentleness. But her people were extinguished— her husband driven to distant forests— forced on earth to the misery of wicked souls— to wander without a home; her chil- dren were captives— and her heart was broken. You know the rest.”

This war, so fatal to the Pequods, had transpired the preceding year. It was an important event to the infant colonies, and its magnitude probably some- what heightened to the imaginations of the En glish, by the terror this reso- lute tribe had inspired. All the circumstances attending it were still fresh in men’s minds, and Everell had heard them detailed with the interest and particularity that belongs to recent adventures; but he had heard them in the language of the enemies and conquerors of the Pequods; and from Magawisca’s lips they took a new form and hue; she seemed, to him, to embody nature’s best gifts, and her feelings to be the inspiration of heaven. This new version of an old story reminded him of the man and the lion in the fable.9 But here it was not merely changing sculptors to give the advan- tage to one or the other of the artist’s subjects; but it was putting the chisel into the hands of truth, and giving it to whom it belonged.

He had heard this destruction of the original possessors of the soil described, as we Snd it in the history of the times, where, we are told, “the number destroyed was about four hundred;” and “it was a fearful sight to see them thus frying in the Sre, and the streams of blood quenching the same, and the horrible scent thereof; but the victory seemed a sweet sacriSce, and they gave the praise thereof to God.”1

In the relations of their enemies, the courage of the Pequods was distorted into ferocity, and their fortitude, in their last extremity, thus set forth: “many were killed in the swamp, like sullen dogs, that would rather, in their self-

7. The West Indies, which depended on slave labor. 8. Leaders. 9. In the Aesop fable “The Man and the Lion,” the lion asserts that a different history of the

encounters between people and lions will emerge when lions can tell their own histories and erect their own monuments. 1. From William Bradford’s Of Plymouth Planta- tion, chap. 28.

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willedness and madness, sit still to be shot or cut in pieces, than receive their lives for asking, at the hands of those into whose power they had now fallen.”2

Everell’s imagination, touched by the wand of feeling, presented a very dif- ferent picture of those defenceless families of savages, pent in the recesses of their native forests, and there exterminated, not by superior natural force, but by the adventitious circumstances of arms, skill, and knowledge; from that offered by those who “then living and worthy of credit did afSrm, that in the morning entering into the swamp, they saw several heaps of them [the Pequods] sitting close together, upon whom they discharged their pieces, laden with ten or twelve pistol bullets at a time, putting the muzzles of their pieces under the boughs, within a few yards of them.”3

Everell did not fail to express to Magawisca, with all the eloquence of a heated imagination, his sympathy and admiration of her heroic and suf- fering people. She listened with a mournful plea sure, as one listens to the praise of a departed friend. Both seemed to have forgotten the purpose of their vigil, which they had marvellously kept without apprehension, or heavi- ness, when they were roused from their romantic abstraction by Digby’s voice: “Now to your beds, children,” he said; “the family is stirring, and the day is at hand. See the morning star hanging just over those trees, like a single watch- light in all the wide canopy. As you have not to look in a prayer- book for it, master Everell, don’t forget to thank the Lord for keeping us safe, as your mother, God bless her, would say, through the night- watches. Stop one moment,” added Digby, lowering his voice to Everell as he rose to follow Magawisca, “did she tell you?”

“Tell me! what?” “What! Heaven’s mercy! what ails the boy! Why, did she tell you what

brought her out to night? Did she explain all the mysterious actions we have seen? Are you crazy? Did not you ask her?”

Everell hesitated— fortunately for him the light was too dim to expose to Digby’s eye the blushes that betrayed his consciousness that he had forgotten his duty. “Magawisca did not tell me,” he said, “but I am sure Digby that”——

“That she can do no wrong— hey, Master Everell, well, that may be very satisfactory to you— but it does not content me. I like not her secret ways— ‘it’s bad ware that needs a dark store.’ ” 4

Everell had tried the force of his own convictions on Digby, and knew it to be unavailing, therefore having no reply to make, he very discreetly retreated without attempting any.

Magawisca crept to her bed, but not to repose— neither watching nor weariness procured sleep for her. Her mind was racked with apprehensions, and con^icting duties, the cruellest rack to an honourable mind.

Nelema had communicated to her the preceding day, the fact which she had darkly intimated to Mrs. Fletcher, that Mononotto, with one or two associates was lurking in the forest, and watching an opportunity to make an attack on Bethel. How far his purpose extended, whether simply to the recovery of his children, or to the destruction of the family, she knew not.

2. From the Puritan William Hubbard’s The Present State of New- England, Being a Narrative of the Troubles with the Indians in New- England (1677), which had been republished in 1814 as Narrative of the Indian Wars in New- England.

3. From Hubbard’s The Present State of New- England. 4. Proverb with obscure French sources. “Ware”: merchandise.

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The latter was most probable, for hostile Indians always left blood on their trail. In reply to Magawisca’s eager inquiries, Nelema said she had again, and again, assured her father of the kind treatment his children had received at the hands of Mrs. Fletcher; but he seemed scarcely to hear what she said, and precipitately left her, telling her that she would not again see him, till his work was done.

Magawisca’s Srst impulse had been to reveal all to Mrs. Fletcher; but by doing this, she would jeopard her father’s life. Her natural sympathies— her strong affections— her pride, were all enlisted on the side of her people; but she shrunk, as if her own life were menaced, from the blow that was about to fall on her friends. She would have done or suffered any thing to avert it— any thing but betray her father. The hope of meeting him, explains all that seemed mysterious to Digby. She did go to Nelema’s hut— but all was quiet there. In returning she found an ea gle’s feather in the path,— she believed it must have just been dropped there by her father, and this circumstance determined her to remain watching through the night, that if her father should appear, she might avert his vengeance.

She did not doubt that Digby had really seen and heard him; and believ- ing that her father would not shrink from a single armed man, she hoped against hope, that his sole object was to recover his children; hoped against hope, we say, for her reason told her, that if that were his only purpose, it might easily have been accomplished by the intervention of Nelema.

Magawisca had said truly to Everell, that her father’s nature had been changed by the wrongs he received. When the Pequods were proud and prosperous, he was more noted for his humane virtues, than his warlike spirit. The supremacy of his tribe was acknowledged, and it seemed to be his noble nature, as it is sometimes the instinct of the most powerful animals, to protect and defend, rather than attack and oppress. The ambitious spirit of his brother chieftain Sassacus, had ever aspired to dominion over the allied tribes; and immediately after the appearance of the En glish, the same tem- per was manifest in a jealousy of their encroachments. He employed all his art and in^uence and authority, to unite the tribes for the extirpation of the dangerous invaders. Mononotto, on the contrary, averse to all hostility, and foreseeing no danger from them, was the advocate of a hospitable reception, and paciSc conduct.

This difference of feeling between the two chiefs, may account for the apparent treachery of the Pequods, who, as the in^uence of one or the other prevailed, received the En glish traders with favour and hospitality, or, violat- ing their treaties of friendship, in^icted on them cruelties and death.

The stories of the murders of Stone, Norton, and Oldham, are familiar to every reader of our early annals; and the anecdote of the two En glish girls, who were captured at WethersSeld, and protected and restored to their friends by the wife of Mononotto, has already been illustrated by a sister labourer;5 and is precious to all those who would accumulate proofs, that the image of

5. The incident is described in Harriet Vaughan Cheney’s A Peep at the Pilgrims in Sixteen Hun- dred Thirty- Six (1824). “Stone, Norton, and Old- ham”: as recounted in Hubbard’s The Present State of New- England and other works of colonial

history, John Stone, John Norton, and John Old- ham were En glish traders who were killed by the Pequods. The Puritans used the killings to legiti- mate their attacks on the Indians.

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God is never quite effaced from the souls of his creatures; and that in their darkest ignorance, and deepest degradation, there are still to be found traits of mercy and benevolence. These will be gathered and trea sured in the mem- ory, with that fond feeling with which Mungo Park6 describes himself to have culled and cherished in his bosom, the single ^ower that bloomed in his mel- ancholy track over the African desert.

The chieftain of a savage race, is the depository of the honour of his tribe; and their defeat is a disgrace to him, that can only be effaced by the blood of his conquerors. It is a common case with the unfortunate, to be compelled to endure the reproach of inevitable evils; and Mononotto was often reminded by the remnant of his tribe, in the bitterness of their spirit, of his former kindness for the En glish. This reproach sharpened too keenly the edge of his adversity.

He had seen his people slaughtered, or driven from their homes and hunting- grounds, into shameful exile; his wife had died in captivity, and his children lived in servile dependence in the house of his enemies.

Sassacus perished by treachery, and Mononotto alone remained to endure this accumulated misery. In this extremity, he determined on the rescue of his children, and the in^iction of some signal deed of vengeance, by which he hoped to revive the spirit of the natives, and reinstate himself as the head of his broken and dispersed people: in his most sanguine moments, he medi- tated a unity and combination that should eventually expel the invaders.7

From Volume II

Summary After Magawisca’s rescue of Everell Fletcher, the novel jumps for- ward seven years. Marriage and seduction plots dominate the novel’s second half. Hope Leslie and Everell fall in love, but Hope impetuously forces Everell to become engaged to Esther Downing, while the corrupt seducer Sir Philip Gardiner (based on an obscure historical Sgure of the same name) attempts to marry Hope. (The engage- ment between Esther and Everell is eventually broken off, and Gardiner will be exposed as a royalist attempting to subvert the Puritans’ community.) Meanwhile, Hope’s efforts to communicate with her sister, Faith, who lives with the Indians, result in the imprisonment of Magawisca, who then escapes with the help of Hope and Everell. In this chapter from near the end of the novel, Magawisca says goodbye to her liberators while defending the interracial marriage of her brother and Faith Leslie as a union based on love.

6. Scottish surgeon (1771– 1806) who recounted his explorations of the Niger in Travels in the Interior Districts of Africa (1799). 7. In the next chapter Mononotto leads a retalia- tory attack on Bethel, which results in the deaths of Everell’s mother and siblings and the capture of Hope Leslie’s sister, Faith, and Everell himself.

Magawisca rescues Everell when, just as her father is about to behead him, she interposes her body and loses an arm. Several years later, Faith Leslie marries Magawisca’s brother Oneco. Hav- ing become integrated into Native culture, she elects to stay with her Indian husband when she has a chance to return to the En glish settlements.

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1. Mary Kelley, the editor of the 1987 edition of Hope Leslie, identiSes the passage as written by the Italian poet and librettist Metastasio (1698– 1792). Kelley translates as follows: “Enough, I understand you. / You have already explained yourself; / And would say less to me / Were you to say more.”

2. Sir Philip Gardiner had offered to help Magawisca escape from prison if she would take Rosa, a young woman enamored of Gardiner, to a convent in Canada. Rosa eventually detonates explosives that kill herself, Gardiner, and his plot- ting associates.

Chapter XIV

[magawisca’s farewell] “Basta cosi t’intendo Già ti spiegasti a pieno; E mi diresti meno Se mi dicessi più.”

Metastasio.1

We trust we have not exhausted the patience of our readers, and that they will vouchsafe to go forth with us once more, on the eventful eve ning on which we have fallen, to watch the safe conduct of the released prisoner.

The fugitives had not proceeded many yards from the jail, when Everell joined them. This was the Srst occasion on which Magawisca and Everell had had an opportunity freely to interchange their feelings. Everell’s tongue faltered when he would have expressed what he had felt for her: his manly, generous nature, disdained vulgar professions, and he feared that his inef- fectual efforts in her behalf had left him without any other testimony of the constancy of his friendship, and the warmth of his gratitude.

Magawisca comprehended his feelings, and anticipated their expression. She related the scene with Sir Philip,2 in the prison; and dwelt long on her knowledge of the attempt Everell then made to rescue her. “That bad man,” she said, “made me, for the Srst time, lament for my lost limb. He darkened the clouds that were gathering over my soul; and, for a little while, Everell, I did deem thee like most of thy race, on whom kindness falls like drops of rain on the lake, dimpling its surface for a moment, but leaving no mark there— but when I found thou wert true,” she continued in a swelling, exult- ing voice—“when I heard thee in my prison, and saw thee on my trail, I again rejoiced that I had sacriSced my precious limb for thee; that I had worn away the days and nights in the solitudes of the forest musing on the memory of thee, and counting the moons till the Great Spirit shall bid us to those regions where there will be no more gulfs between us, and I may hail thee as my brother.”

“And why not now, Magawisca, regard me as your brother? True, neither time nor distance can sever the bonds by which our souls are united, but why not enjoy this friendship while youth, and as long as life lasts? Nay, hear me, Magawisca— the present difference of the En glish with the Indi- ans, is but a vapour that has, even now, nearly passed away. Go, for a short time, where you may be concealed from those who are not yet prepared to do you justice, and then— I will answer for it— every heart and every voice will unite to recall you; you shall be welcomed with the honour due to you from all, and always cherished with the devotion due from us.”

“Oh! do not hesitate, Magawisca,” cried Hope, who had, till now, been only a listener to the conversation in which she took a deep interest. “Promise us that you will return and dwell with us— as you would say, Magawisca, we will

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walk in the same path, the same joys shall shine on us, and, if need be that sorrows come over us, why, we will all sit under their shadow together.”

“It cannot be— it cannot be,” replied Magawisca, the persuasions of those she loved, not, for a moment, overcoming her deep invincible sense of the wrongs her injured race had sustained. “My people have been spoiled— we cannot take as a gift that which is our own— the law of vengeance is written on our hearts— you say you have a written rule of forgiveness— it may be better— if ye would be guided by it— it is not for us— the Indian and the white man can no more mingle, and become one, than day and night.”

Everell and Hope would have interrupted her with further entreaties and arguments: “Touch no more on that,” she said, “we must part— and for ever.” Her voice faltered for the Srst time, and, turning from her own fate to what appeared to her the bright destiny of her companions, “my spirit will joy in the thought,” she said, “that you are dwelling in love and happiness together. Nelema told me your souls were mated— she said your affections mingled like streams from the same fountain. Oh! may the chains by which He, who sent you from the spirit land, bound you together, grow brighter and stron- ger till you return thither again.”

She paused— neither of her companions spoke— neither could speak— and, naturally, misinterpreting their silence, “have I passed your bound of modesty,” she said, “in speaking to the maiden as if she were a wife?”3

“Oh, no, Magawisca,” said Everell, feeling a strange and undeSnable plea- sure in an illusion, which, though he could not for an instant participate, he would not for the world have dissipated—“oh, no, do not check one expression, one word, they are your last to us.” ‘And may not the last words of a friend, be, like the sayings of a death- bed, prophetic?’ he would have added, but his lips refused to utter what he felt was the treachery of his heart.

To Hope it seemed that too much had already been spoken. She could be prudent when any thing but her own safety depended on her discretion. Before Magawisca could reply to Everell, she gave a turn to the conversa- tion: “Ere we part, Magawisca,” she said, “cannot you give me some charm, by which I may win my sister’s affections? she is wasting away with grief and pining.”

“Ask your own heart, Hope Leslie, if any charm could win your affections from Everell Fletcher?”

She paused for a reply. The gulf from which Hope had retreated, seemed to be widening before her, but, summoning all her courage, she answered with a tolerably Srm voice, “yes— yes, Magawisca, if virtue, if duty to others required it, I trust in heaven I could command and direct my affections.”

We hope Everell may be forgiven, for the joy that gushed through his heart when Hope expressed a conSdence in her own strength, which at least implied a consciousness that she needed it. Nature will rejoice in recipro- cated love, under what ever adversities it comes.

Magawisca replied to Hope’s apparent meaning: “Both virtue and duty,” she said, “bind your sister to Oneco. She hath been married according to our simple modes, and persuaded by a Romish father,4 as she came from Christian blood, to observe the rites of their law. When she ^ies from you,

3. At this point in the novel, Everell is still engaged to Esther Downing.

4. Roman Catholic priest.

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5. Probably in Connecticut or elsewhere in southern New En gland.

as she will, mourn not over her, Hope Leslie— the wild ^ower would perish in your gardens— the forest is like a native home to her— and she will sing as gaily again as the bird that hath found its mate.”

They now approached the place where Digby, with a trusty friend, was awaiting them. A light canoe had been provided, and Digby had his instruc- tions from Everell to convey Magawisca to any place she might herself select. The good fellow had entered into the confederacy with hearty good will, giving, as a reason for his obedience to the impulse of his heart, ‘that the poor Indian girl could not commit sins enough against the En glish to weigh down her good deed to Mr. Everell.’

Everell now inquired of Magawisca whither he should direct the boat: “To Moscutusett,”5 she said; “I shall there get tidings, at least, of my father.”

“And must we now part, Magawisca? must we live without you?” “Oh! no, no” cried Hope, joining her entreaties, “your noble mind must

not be wasted in those hideous solitudes.” “Solitudes!” echoed Magawisca, in a voice in which some pride mingled

with her parting sadness. “Hope Leslie, there is no solitude to me; the Great Spirit, and his ministers, are every where present and visible to the eye of the soul that loves him; nature is but his interpreter; her forms are but bodies for his spirit. I hear him in the rushing winds— in the summer breeze— in the gushing fountains— in the softly running streams. I see him in the bursting life of spring— in the ripening maize— in the falling leaf. Those beautiful lights,” and she pointed upward, “that shine alike on your stately domes and our forest homes, speak to me of his love to all,— think you I go to a solitude, Hope Leslie?”

“No, Magawisca; there is no solitude, nor privation, nor sorrow, to a soul that thus feels the presence of God,” replied Hope. She paused— it was not a time for calm re^ection or protracted solicitation; but the thought that a mind so disposed to religious impressions and affections, might enjoy the brighter light of Christian revelation— a revelation so much higher, nobler, and fuller, than that which proceeds from the voice of nature— made Hope feel a more intense desire than ever to retain Magawisca; but this was a motive Magawisca could not now appreciate, and she could not, therefore, urge: “I cannot ask you,” she said, “I do not ask you, for your sake, but for ours, to return to us.”

“Oh! yes, Magawisca,” urged Everell, “come back to us and teach us to be happy, as you are, without human help or agency.”

“Ah!” she replied, with a faint smile, “ye need not the lesson, ye will each be to the other a full stream of happiness. May it be fed from the fountain of love, and grow broader and deeper through all the passage of life.”

The picture Magawisca presented, was, in the minds of the lovers, too painfully contrasted with the real state of their affairs. Both felt their emo- tions were beyond their control; both silently appealed to heaven to aid them in repressing feelings that might not be expressed.

Hope naturally sought relief in action: she took a morocco case from her pocket, and drew from it a rich gold chain, with a clasp containing hair, and set round with precious stones: “Magawisca,” she said, with as much steadi-

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ness of voice as she could assume, “take this token with you, it will serve as a memorial of us both, for I have put in the clasp a lock of Everell’s hair, taken from his head when he was a boy, at Bethel— it will remind you of your hap- piest days there.”

Magawisca took the chain, and held it in her hand a moment, as if deliber- ating. “This is beautiful,” she said, “and would, when I am far away from thee, speak sweetly to me of thy kindness, Hope Leslie. But I would rather— if I could demean myself to be a beggar”— she hesitated, and then added, “I wrong thy generous nature in fearing thus to speak; I know thou wilt freely give me the image when thou hast the living form.”

Before she had Snished, Hope’s quick apprehension had comprehended her meaning. Immediately after Everell’s arrival in En gland, he had, at his father’s desire, had a small miniature of himself painted, and sent to Hope. She attached it to a ribbon, and had always worn it. Soon after Everell’s engagement to Miss Downing, she took it off to put it aside, but feeling, at the moment, that this action implied a consciousness of weakness, she, with a mixed feeling of pride, and reluctance to part with it, restored it to her bosom. While she was adjusting Magawisca’s disguise in the prison, the miniature slid from beneath her dress, and she, at the time, observed that Magawisca’s eye rested intently on it. She must not now hesitate— Everell must not see her reluctance, and yet, such are the strange contrarieties of human feeling, the severest pang she felt in parting with it, was the fear that Everell would think it was a willing gift. Hoping to shelter all her feelings in the haste of the action, she took the miniature from her own neck, and tied it around Magawisca’s. “You have but reminded me of my duty,” she said; “nay, keep them both, Magawisca, do not stint the little kindness I can show you.”

Digby had at this moment come up to urge no more delay; and we leave to others to adjust the proportions of emotion that were indicated by Hope’s faltering voice, and an irrepressible burst of tears, between her grief at part- ing, and other and secret feelings.

All stood as if they were rivetted to the ground, till Digby again spoke, and suggested the danger to which Magawisca was exposed by this delay. All felt the necessity of immediate separation, and all shrunk from it as from witnessing the last gasp of life. They moved to the water’s edge, and, once more prompted by Digby, Everell and Hope, in broken voices, expressed their last wishes and prayers. Magawisca joined their hands, and bowing her head on them,—“The Great Spirit guide ye,” she said, and then turning away, leaped into the boat, muf^ed her face in her mantle, and in a few brief moments disappeared for ever from their sight.

Everell and Hope remained immoveable, gazing on the little boat till it faded in the dim distance; for a few moments, every feeling for themselves was lost in the grief of parting for ever from the admirable being, who seemed to her enthusiastic young friends, one of the noblest of the works of God— a bright witness to the beauty, the in de pen dence, and the immortal- ity of virtue. They breathed their silent prayers for her; and when their thoughts returned to themselves, though they gave them no expression, there was a consciousness of perfect unity of feeling, a joy in the sympathy that was consecrated by its object, and might be innocently indulged, that was a delicious spell to their troubled hearts.

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Strong as the temptation was, they both felt the impropriety of lingering where they were, and they bent their slow, unwilling footsteps homeward. Not one word during the long protracted walk was spoken by either; but no language could have been so expressive of their mutual love and mutual resolution, as this silence. They both afterwards confessed, that though they had never felt so deeply as at that moment, the bitterness of their divided destiny, yet neither had they before known the worth of those prin- ciples of virtue, that can subdue the strongest passions to their obedience. An experience worth a tenfold suffering.

As they approached Governor Winthrop’s6 they observed that instead of the profound darkness and silence that usually reigned in that exemplary mansion at eleven o’clock, the house seemed to be in great bustle. The doors were open, and they heard loud voices, and lights were swiftly passing from room to room. Hope inferred, that notwithstanding her precautions, the apprehensions of the family had probably been excited in regard to her untimely absence, and she passed the little distance that remained with dutiful haste. Everell attended her to the gate of the court, and pressing her hand to his lips, with an emotion that he felt he might indulge for the last time, he left her and went, according to a previous determination, to Barnaby Tuttle’s, where, by a surrender of himself to the jailer’s custody, he expected to relieve poor Cradock from his involuntary conSnement.7

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6. John Winthrop (1588– 1649), the governor of Massachusetts Bay Colony. 7. Hope had successfully managed Magawisca’s escape from the trustful watchman Barnaby by disguising Magawisca as her tutor, Cradock, and leaving Cradock wrapped in a blanket in Maga- wisca’s former cell. At the novel’s conclusion, Hope and Everell marry, while their friend Esther

Downing chooses not to marry, deciding instead to devote herself to serving the Puritan commu- nity. In the closing paragraph, Sedgwick writes that Esther’s choice “illustrated a truth, which, if more generally received by her sex, might save a vast deal of misery: that marriage is not essential to the contentment, the dignity, or the happiness of woman.”

LYDIA HOWARD HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY 1791–1865

L ydia Sigourney was the most pop u lar woman poet of the early national and antebellum period. She was a proliSc author whose more than Sfty published volumes in prose and poetry included travel narratives, education manuals, autobiog- raphies, and volumes of thematically connected poems on such topics as temperance, westward expansion, and the plight of the Indians in the United States. At some risk to her career, she wrote antislavery poetry well before abolitionism became a popu- lar reform in New England. She wrote elegies and epics, odes and lyrics, varying the verse patterns and mood to St the par tic u lar poem’s subject matter and ambition. She aspired to convey religious and moral truths based on something larger than individual subjectivity, emphasizing the spiritual truths of Christianity and the po liti cal truths of classical republicanism. But she was also capable of the ironic

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1. The text is from Poems (1827).

twists and turns that anticipate the work of Emily Dickinson, who may well have been signiScantly in^uenced by Sigourney’s poems of nature and death.

Sigourney was born in Norwich, Connecticut, on September 1, 1791, the only child of Zerviah Wentworth Huntley and Ezekiel Huntley, a gardener and handy- man. She was encouraged in her educational interests by her parents and by her father’s wealthy employer, Jerusha Lathrop, who died when Sigourney was fourteen. The subsequent Snancial support of Lathrop’s acquaintance Daniel Wadsworth enabled Sigourney to begin her career as an educator and poet. In 1814, three years after the failure of her initial effort to start up a school for girls, Wadsworth pro- vided her with the funds to establish a similar school in Hartford; one year later, he Snanced the publication of her Srst book of poems, Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse (1815). Charles Sigourney, a widower whom Sigourney married in 1819, disapproved of her writing, but when his hardware business collapsed in the late 1820s, it became apparent that they needed the income from her work to support their growing family. Sigourney’s early volumes and periodical writings had been published anonymously, but when her identity as author became widely known in the early 1830s, she traded on her name. Her domestic manual Letters to Young Ladies (1833) and her Poems (1834) sold thousands of copies. Celebrated for their moral virtue, religious vision, pathos, and wit, her poems, sketches, and essays appeared in numerous periodicals, newspapers, and gift books; such was the extent of her popularity that by the 1840s Godey’s Lady’s Book, one of the most pop u lar magazines of the time— edited by another culturally in^uential woman, Sarah J. Hale (1788– 1879), who was always on the lookout for female talent— offered her $500 annually (around $10,000 in today’s value) for the privilege of listing her as a contributing editor. Sigourney used her earnings to support her parents and her family; and after her husband died in 1854, she continued as the mainstay of her family until her death on June 10, 1865. In her posthumously published autobiography, Letters of Life (1866), she pro- claimed that she wrote out of “womanly duty” and with the hope of “being an instrument of good.” Among her most pop u lar books were her volumes focusing on Native American history and culture, Traits of the Aborigines (1822), Zinzendorff and Other Poems (1833), and Pocahantas and Other Poems (1841); her Eu ro pe an travelog Memories of Pleasant Lands (1842); and her many collections of poems, especially Illustrated Poems (1849), with drawings by the noted artist Felix Darley (1822– 1888).

Death of an Infant1

Death found strange beauty on that cherub brow, And dash’d it out.— There was a tint of rose On cheek and lip;— he touch’d the veins with ice, And the rose faded.— Forth from those blue eyes There spake a wishful tenderness,— a doubt 5 Whether to grieve or sleep, which Innocence Alone can wear.— With ruthless haste he bound The silken fringes of their curtaining lids Forever.—There had been a murmuring sound With which the babe would claim its mother’s ear, 10 Charming her even to tears.— The spoiler set His seal of silence.— But there beam’d a smile

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So Sx’d and holy from that marble brow,— Death gazed and left it there;— he dared not steal The signet- ring2 of Heaven.

1827

To the First Slave Ship1

First of that train which cursed the wave, And from the ri^ed cabin bore, Inheritor of wo,—the slave To bless his palm- tree’s shade no more,

Dire engine!— o’er the troubled main 5 Borne on in unresisted state,— Know’st thou within thy dark domain The secrets of thy prison’d freight?—

Hear’st thou their moans whom hope hath ^ed?— Wild cries, in agonizing starts?— 10 Know’st thou thy humid sails are spread With ceaseless sighs from broken hearts?—

The fetter’d chieftain’s burning tear,— The parted lover’s mute despair,— The childless mother’s pang severe,— 15 The orphan’s misery, are there.

Ah!—could’st thou from the scroll of fate The annal read of future years, Stripes,—tortures,—unrelenting hate, And death- gasps drown’d in slavery’s tears, 20

Down,—down,—beneath the cleaving main Thou fain would’st plunge where monsters lie, Rather than ope the gates of pain For time and for Eternity.—

Oh Afric!— what has been thy crime?— 25 That thus like Eden’s fratricide, A mark2 is set upon thy clime, And every brother shuns thy side.—

Yet are thy wrongs, thou long- distrest!— Thy burdens, by the world unweigh’d, 30 Safe in that Unforgetful Breast Where all the sins of earth are laid.—

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2. In the Bible, a sign of salvation (Haggai 2:23). 1. The text is from Poems (1827). 2. Allusion to the curse (the mark of Cain) that

God placed on the Srstborn son of Adam and Eve for killing his brother Abel (Genesis 4).

1. The text is from Poems (1834).

Poor outcast slave!— Our guilty land Should tremble while she drinks thy tears, Or sees in vengeful silence stand, 35 The beacon of thy shorten’d years;—

Should shrink to hear her sons proclaim The sacred truth that heaven is just,— Shrink even at her Judge’s name,— “Jehovah,—Saviour of the opprest.” 40

The Sun upon thy forehead frown’d, But Man more cruel far than he, Dark fetters on thy spirit bound:— Look to the mansions of the free!

Look to that realm where chains unbind,— 45 Where the pale tyrant drops his rod, And where the patient sufferers Snd A friend,— a father in their God.

1827

Indian Names1

“How can the red men be forgotten, while so many of our states and territories, bays, lakes and rivers, are indelibly stamped by names of their giving?”

Ye say they all have passed away, That noble race and brave, That their light canoes have vanished From off the crested wave; That ’mid the forests where they roamed 5 There rings no hunter shout, But their name is on your waters, Ye may not wash it out.

’Tis where Ontario’s billow Like Ocean’s surge is curled, 10 Where strong Niagara’s thunders wake The echo of the world. Where red Missouri bringeth Rich tribute from the west, And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps 15 On green Virginia’s breast.

Ye say their cone- like cabins, That clustered o’er the vale,

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2. Mountain in Massachusetts. 3. Mountain in New Hampshire.

Have ^ed away like withered leaves Before the autumn gale, 20 But their memory liveth on your hills, Their baptism on your shore, Your everlasting rivers speak Their dialect of yore.

Old Massachusetts wears it, 25 Within her lordly crown, And broad Ohio bears it, Amid his young renown; Connecticut hath wreathed it Where her quiet foliage waves, 30 And bold Kentucky breathed it hoarse Through all her ancient caves.

Wachuset2 hides its lingering voice Within his rocky heart, And Alleghany graves its tone 35 Throughout his lofty chart; Monadnock3 on his forehead hoar Doth seal the sacred trust, Your mountains build their monument, Though ye destroy their dust. 40

Ye call these red- browed brethren The insects of an hour, Crushed like the noteless worm amid The regions of their power; Ye drive them from their father’s lands, 45 Ye break of faith the seal, But can ye from the court of Heaven Exclude their last appeal?

Ye see their unresisting tribes, With toilsome step and slow, 50 On through the trackless desert pass, A caravan of woe; Think ye the Eternal’s ear is deaf? His sleepless vision dim? Think ye the soul’s blood may not cry 55 From that far land to him?

1834

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1. The text is from Poems (1834). 2. The French aristocrat Marquis de Lafayette (1757– 1834) served under General George Wash- ington during the American Revolution, and in 1824– 25 he made a triumphal return to the

United States. Lafayette opposed slavery, but the source of this passage is unclear. 3. Escutcheon; shield with coat of arms. 4. Bundle of sticks with a projecting ax; in ancient Rome a symbol of power and authority.

Slavery1

“Slavery is a dark shade on the Map of the United States.” La Fayette.2

Written for the Celebration of the Fourth of July

We have a goodly clime, Broad vales and streams we boast, Our mountain frontiers frown sublime, Old Ocean guards our coast; Suns bless our harvest fair, 5 With fervid smile serene, But a dark shade is gathering there— What can its blackness mean?

We have a birth- right proud, For our young sons to claim, 10 An ea gle soaring o’er the cloud, In freedom and in fame; We have a scutcheon3 bright, By our dead fathers bought, A fearful blot distains its white— 15 Who hath such evil wrought?

Our banner o’er the sea Looks forth with starry eye, Emblazoned glorious, bold and free, A letter on the sky, 20 What hand with shameful stain Hath marred its heavenly blue? The yoke, the fasces4 and the chain, Say, are these emblems true?

This day doth music rare 25 Swell through our nation’s bound, But Afric’s wailing mingles there, And Heaven doth hear the sound: O God of power!— we turn In penitence to thee, 30 Bid our loved land the lesson learn— To bid the slave be free.

1834

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1. The text is from Select Poems (1838). 2. Gentle breeze, from “Zephyrus,” ancient Greek god of the west wind.

Our Aborigines1

I heard the forests as they cried Unto the valleys green, “Where is the red- brow’d hunter- race, Who lov’d our leafy screen? Who humbled ’mid these dewy glades 5 The red deer’s antler’d crown, Or soaring at his highest noon, Struck the strong ea gle down.”

Then in the zephyr’s2 voice replied Those vales, so meekly blest, 10 “They rear’d their dwellings on our side, Their corn upon our breast; A blight came down, a blast swept by, The cone- roof’d cabins fell, And where that exil’d people ^ed, 15 It is not ours to tell.”

Niagara, of the mountains gray, Demanded, from his throne, And old Ontario’s billowy lake Prolong’d the thunder tone, 20 “The chieftains at our side who stood Upon our christening day, Who gave the glorious names we bear, Our sponsors, where are they?”

And then the fair Ohio charg’d 25 Her many sisters dear, “Show me once more, those stately forms Within my mirror clear;” But they replied, “tall barks of pride Do cleave our waters blue, 30 And strong keels ride our farthest tide, But where’s their light canoe?”

The farmer drove his plough- share deep “Whose bones are these?” said he, “I Snd them where my browsing sheep 35 Roam o’er the upland lea.” But starting sudden to his path A phantom seem’d to glide, A plume of feathers on his head, A quiver at his side. 40

He pointed to the ri^ed grave Then rais’d his hand on high,

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1. The text is from The Western Home, and Other Poems (1854).

And with a hollow groan invok’d The vengeance of the sky. O’er the broad realm so long his own 45 Gaz’d with despairing ray, Then on the mist that slowly curl’d, Fled mournfully away.

1838

Fallen Forests1

Man’s warfare on the trees is terrible. He lifts his rude hut in the wilderness, And, lo! the loftiest trunks, that age on age Were nurtured to nobility, and bore Their summer coronets so gloriously, 5 Fall with a thunder sound to rise no more. He toucheth ^ame unto them, and they lie A blackened wreck, their tracery and wealth Of sky- fed emerald, madly spent, to feed An arch of brilliance for a single night, 10 And searing thence the wild deer, and the fox, And the lithe squirrel from the nut- strewn home, So long enjoyed. He lifts his puny arm, And every echo of the axe doth hew The iron heart of centuries away. 15 He entereth boldly to the solemn groves On whose green altar tops, since time was young The wingéd birds have poured their incense stream Of praise and love, within whose mighty nave The wearied cattle from a thousand hills 20 Have found their shelter mid the heat of day; Perchance in their mute worship pleasing Him Who careth for the meanest He hath made. I said, he entereth to the sacred groves Where nature in her beauty bows to God, 25 And, lo! their temple arch is desecrate. Sinks the sweet hymn, the ancient ritual fades, And uptorn roots and prostrate columns mark The invader’s footsteps. Silent years roll on, His babes are men. His ant- heap dwelling grows 30 Too narrow— for his hand hath gotten wealth. He builds a stately mansion, but it stands Unblessed by trees. He smote them recklessly When their green arms were round him, as a guard Of tutelary deities, and feels 35

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Their maledictions, now the burning noon Maketh his spirit faint. With anxious care, He casteth acorns in the earth, and woos Sunbeam and rain; he planteth the young shoot, And props it from the storm; but neither he, 40 Nor yet his children’s children, shall behold What he hath swept away. Methinks, ’t were well Not as a spoiler or a thief to prey On Nature’s bosom, that sweet, gentle nurse Who loveth us, and spreads a sheltering couch 45 When our brief task is o’er. O’er that green mound Affection’s hand may set the willow tree, Or train the cypress, and let none profane Her pious care. Oh, Father! grant us grace In all life’s toils, so, with a steadfast hand 50 Evil and good to poise, as not to pave Our way with wrecks, nor leave our blackened name A beacon to the way- worn mariner.

1854

Erin’s Daughter1

Poor Erin’s daughter cross’d the main In youth’s unfolding prime, A lot of servitude to bear In this our western clime.

And when the drear heart- sickness came 5 Beneath a stranger sky, Tears on her nightly pillow lay, But morning saw them dry.

For still with earnest hope she strove Her distant home to cheer, 10 And from her parents lift the load Of poverty severe.

To them with liberal hand she sent Her all— her hard- earn’d store— A rapture thrilling through her soul, 15 She ne’er had felt before.

E’en mid her quiet slumbers gleam’d A cabin’s lighted pane,

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1. The text is from The Western Home, and Other Poems (1854). “Erin”: Ireland.

2. Ireland had a disastrous potato famine in the mid- 1840s.

1. The text is from Gleanings (1860).

A board with simple plenty crown’d, A loved and loving train. 20

And so her life of earnest toil With secret joy was blest, For the sweet warmth of Slial love Made sunshine in her breast.

But bitter tidings o’er the wave 25 With fearful echo sped; Gaunt famine2 o’er her home had strode, And all were with the dead!

All gone!— her brothers in their glee, Her sisters young and fair; 30 And Erin’s daughter bow’d her down In desolate despair.

1854

Two Old Women1

Two neighboring crones, antique and gray, Together talk’d at close of day.

One said, with brow of wrinkled care, “Life’s cup, at "rst, was sweet and fair,

On our young lips, with laughter gay, 5 Its cream of brimming nectar lay,

But vapid then it grew, and stale, And tiresome as a twice- told tale,

And so in weary age and pain Its bitter dregs alone remain.” 10

The other with contented eye, Laid down her work and made reply:

“Yes, Life was sweet at morning tide, Yet when the foam and sparkle died,

More rich, methought, and purer too 15 Its well- concocted essence grew,

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Even now, though low its spirit drains, And little in the cup remains,

There’s sugar at the bottom still, And we may taste it, if we will.” 20

1860

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT 1794–1878

W illiam Cullen Bryant made his mark on American poetry in 1821 with the publication of a slim volume, Poems, whose lyrical meditations on nature and death brought him international recognition as a poet worthy of being considered alongside William Wordsworth. He continued to publish poetry in miscellanies and newspapers, while bringing out volumes of his new and collected poems throughout his long lifetime. Though he never again received the critical acclaim that he had in 1821, he became increasingly pop u lar and had many admirers. In an 1846 issue of the Brooklyn Ea gle, for instance, Walt Whitman criticized the “literary quacks” who failed to appreciate “this beautiful poet,” describing him as “a poet who, to our mind, stands among the Srst in the world.” That same year, Poe proclaimed in the widely read Godey’s Lady’s Book that “Mr. Bryant has genius, and that of a marked character” and lamented that his talent “has been overlooked by modern schools.” In part Bryant was overlooked because he refused to promote himself. Unlike Poe, Emerson, and Whitman, who all wrote poetic manifestos celebrating their own approaches to poetry, Bryant quietly published his work without making large claims for its importance. For much of his adult life he worked as a newspaper editor com- mitted Srst to the Jacksonian Demo cratic party and then to the Free Soil and Republican parties. The poetry he continued to write and publish took on an increas- ingly public aspect, adding po liti cal topics of the day to his subject matter.

Bryant was born in the rural town of Cummington, Massachusetts. Encouraged by his parents, he learned Greek and Latin as a child. In 1807, when he was twelve, he published his Srst poem in the Hampshire Gazette in Northampton, Massachusetts; in 1808, he wrote a long anti- Jefferson poem, The Embargo; or, Sketches of the Times: A Satire by a Youth of Thirteen, which his Federalist father printed as a pamphlet. Bryant entered Williams College in 1810, but left after seven months with the hope of transferring to Yale. When his father revealed that he could no longer afford Bryant’s college expenses, he continued to write poetry while preparing for a legal career by working in the law ofSce of a family friend. He was admitted to the bar in 1815.

In July 1815, Bryant wrote “To a Waterfowl” and soon after wrote the Srst, shorter version of “Thanatopsis,” the poem that established his reputation. Bryant’s mother had taught him a harsh Calvinism. “Thanatopsis,” however, conveys a pantheistic view of God in nature indicative of the increasing in^uence of liberal Protestant- ism, particularly Unitarianism, on Bryant’s imagination. In his early teens Bryant was attracted to the pensive gloom of such eighteenth- century British graveyard poets as Robert Blair (“The Grave” [1743]) and Thomas Gray (“Elegy Written in a

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Country Churchyard” [1750]). His reading of Wordsworth’s Lyrical Ballads (1798) in^uenced his prosody and inspired his own continuing development from a neo- classical to a Romantic poet who discerned moral lessons and a divine presence in the American landscape. Bryant’s ever- supportive father sponsored the publi- cation of the early version of “Thanatopsis” in the 1817 North American Review; the 1821 version concludes with a fervent injunction to trust in self and nature, thereby anticipating (and perhaps helping to inspire) Emerson’s writings of the 1830s and 1840s.

Bryant would have liked to support himself as a poet, but this was impossible at the time, so in 1816 he opened a law partnership; he worked as a lawyer into the mid- 1820s. In 1821 he married Frances Fairchild; the couple had two daughters. That same year he was invited to deliver the Phi Beta Kappa poem at Harvard College’s commencement. He read a long poem on the progress of liberty, “The Ages,” whose favorable reception induced him to publish his Poems later that year. Buoyed by the book’s success, Bryant embarked on a practical kind of literary career by moving to New York City to edit the New- York Review and Atheneum Magazine. Welcomed as a celebrity, he embraced metropolitan life, becoming an early member of James Fenimore Cooper’s Bread and Cheese Club and developing a close friendship with Catharine Sedgwick. She dedicated her second novel, Redwood (1823), to him and he favorably reviewed it in the April 1825 North American Review. Though the New- York Review failed, Bryant stayed in New York as an editorial assistant on the New York Eve ning Post. By 1829 he was the newspaper’s part own er and editor- in- chief, a position he would keep for nearly Sfty years. A Jacksonian Demo crat, Bry- ant championed the rights of labor unions, the virtues of free trade, prison reform, the importance of international copyright protection for authors, and antislavery. His loathing of slavery eventually prompted him to lead the anti- slavery Free- Soil move- ment within the Demo cratic Party, and then leave the party altogether. In the mid- 1850s he helped form the Republican Party and in 1860 was an in^uential supporter of Abraham Lincoln.

As he and his newspaper prospered, Bryant traveled widely in the United States and abroad. In 1850 he brought out Letters of a Traveller, the Srst of three collections of his travel writings. He also published more than ten volumes of poetry between 1832 and 1876. His best known public poem was “The Death of Lincoln,” which he wrote shortly after the assassination; it was read to thousands gathered at New York City’s Union Square the day before Lincoln’s body arrived for a viewing. Bryant’s wife, Frances, died in 1866, but he held on to his editorship at the Eve ning Post. In his seventies he began the remarkably ambitious project of translating Homer. His blank- verse version of the Iliad appeared in 1870 and his Odyssey followed in 1872. The 1876 publication of his collected Poems crowned his career. Two years later, he died of the consequences of a fall after he gave a speech at the unveiling of a statue of the Italian patriot and revolutionary Giuseppe Mazzini in Central Park. In New York City ^ags were lowered to half- staff, and Bryant was mourned as a great poet and editor.

Thanatopsis1

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours

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1. From Poems (1821); a shorter version appeared in the September 1817 issue of the North American Review.

2. Listen. 3. Plowshare. “Swain”: farmer.

4. In Barca (northeast Libya).

She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides 5 Into his darker musings, with a mild And gentle sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images 10 Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;— Go forth under the open sky, and list2 To Nature’s teachings, while from all around— 15 Earth and her waters, and the depths of air,— Comes a still voice— Yet a few days, and thee The all- beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, 20 Nor in the embrace of ocean shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolv’d to earth again; And, lost each human trace, surrend’ring up Thine individual being, shalt thou go 25 To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to th’ insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share,3 and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. 30 Yet not to thy eternal resting place Shalt thou retire alone— nor couldst thou wish Couch more magniScent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world— with kings, The powerful of the earth— the wise, the good, 35 Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.— The hills Rock- ribb’d and ancient as the sun,— the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods— rivers that move 40 In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and pour’d round all, Old ocean’s grey and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, 45 The planets, all the inSnite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.— Take the wings 50 Of morning— and the Barcan desert4 pierce,

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5. An early variant spelling of Oregon; now the Columbia River. 1. From Poems (1821); an earlier version appeared

in the May 1818 issue of the North American Review.

Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregan,5 and hears no sound, Save his own dashings— yet—the dead are there, And millions in those solitudes, since Srst 55 The ^ight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep— the dead reign there alone.— So shalt thou rest— and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living— and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe 60 Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favourite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come, 65 And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron, and maid, The bow’d with age, the infant in the smiles 70 And beauty of its innocent age cut off,— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves 75 To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry- slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustain’d and sooth’d By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, 80 Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

1817 1821

To a Waterfowl1

Whither, ’midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?

Vainly the fowler’s eye 5 Might mark thy distant ^ight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy Sgure ^oats along.

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2. Marshy. 1. The text is that of the Srst book printing in Poems (1832). Bryant drafted the poem in 1829 and eventually retitled it “To Cole, the Paint er, Departing for Eu rope.” 2. The Hudson River School paint er Thomas Cole (1801– 1848) traveled in 1829 to Italy, where

he would remain for three years. (For examples of Cole’s art, see the reproductions from his “Course of Empire” [1836] series in the color insert to this volume.) In 1849, the year after Cole’s death, Asher B. Durand painted a landscape image of Cole and Bryant in New York’s Catskill Mountains.

Seek’st thou the plashy2 brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, 10 Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side?

There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast,— The desert and illimitable air,— 15 Lone wandering, but not lost.

All day thy wings have fann’d At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere: Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. 20

And soon that toil shall end, Soon shalt thou Snd a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows; reeds shall bend Soon o’er thy sheltered nest.

Thou’rt gone, the abyss of heaven 25 Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart.

He, who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain ^ight, 30 In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.

1818 1821

Sonnet—To an American Paint er Departing for Eu rope1

Thine eyes shall see the light of distant skies: Yet, Cole!2 thy heart shall bear to Eu rope’s strand A living image of thy native land, Such as on thy own glorious canvass lies. Lone lakes— savannahs where the bison roves— 5 Rocks rich with summer garlands— solemn streams— Skies, where the desert ea gle wheels and screams— Spring bloom and autumn blaze of boundless groves. Fair scenes shall greet thee where thou goest— fair,

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But different— every where the trace of men, 10 Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from the lowest glen To where life shrinks from the Serce Alpine air. Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright.

1829 1832

The Prairies1

These are the Gardens of the Desert, these The unshorn Selds, boundless and beautiful, And fresh as the young earth, ere man had sinned— The Prairies. I behold them for the Srst, And my heart swells, while the dilated sight 5 Takes in the encircling vastness. Lo! they stretch In airy undulations, far away, As if the ocean, in his gentlest swell, Stood still, with all his rounded billows Sxed, And motionless for ever.— Motionless?— 10 No—they are all unchained again. The clouds Sweep over with their shadows, and beneath The surface rolls and ^uctuates to the eye; Dark hollows seem to glide along and chase The sunny ridges. Breezes of the South! 15 Who toss the golden and the ^ame- like ^owers, And pass the prairie- hawk that, poised on high, Flaps his broad wings, yet moves not— ye have played Among the palms of Mexico and vines Of Texas, and have crisped the limpid brooks 20 That from the fountains of Sonora2 glide Into the calm PaciSc— have ye fanned A nobler or a lovelier scene than this? Man hath no part in all this glorious work: The hand that built the Srmament hath heaved 25 And smoothed these verdant swells, and sown their slopes With herbage, planted them with island groves, And hedged them round with forests. Fitting ^oor For this magniScent temple of the sky— With ^owers whose glory and whose multitude 30 Rival the constellations! The great heavens Seem to stoop down upon the scene in love,— A nearer vault, and of a tenderer blue, Than that which bends above the eastern hills. As o’er the verdant waste I guide my steed, 35 Among the high rank grass that sweeps his sides, The hollow beating of his footstep seems A sacrilegious sound. I think of those

1. From the Srst printing in Poems (1834). Bry- ant wrote the poem over a year after visiting his

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3. The burial mounds common in Illinois. Bryant follows a contemporary theory that they were built by a culture older than the American Indians. 4. Greek mountain from which a Sne white mar-

ble was quarried, including that used in building the Parthenon, the temple of Athena on the Acropolis in Athens.

Upon whose rest he tramples. Are they here— The dead of other days!— and did the dust 40 Of these fair solitudes once stir with life And burn with passion? Let the mighty mounds3 That overlook the rivers, or that rise In the dim forest crowded with old oaks, Answer. A race, that long has passed away, 45 Built them;— a disciplined and populous race Heaped, with long toil, the earth, while yet the Greek Was hewing the Pentelicus4 to forms Of symmetry, and rearing on its rock The glittering Parthenon. These ample Selds 50 Nourished their harvests, here their herds were fed, When haply by their stalls the bison lowed, And bowed his maned shoulder to the yoke. All day this desert murmured with their toils, Till twilight blushed and lovers walked, and wooed 55 In a forgotten language, and old tunes, From instruments of unremembered form, Gave the soft winds a voice. The red man came— The roaming hunter tribes, warlike and Serce, And the mound- builders vanished from the earth. 60 The solitude of centuries untold Has settled where they dwelt. The prairie wolf Hunts in their meadows, and his fresh dug den Yawns by my path. The gopher mines the ground Where stood their swarming cities. All is gone— 65 All—save the piles of earth that hold their bones— The platforms where they worshipped unknown gods— The barriers which they builded from the soil To keep the foe at bay— till o’er the walls The wild beleaguerers broke, and, one by one, 70 The strong holds of the plain were forced, and heaped With corpses. The brown vultures of the wood Flocked to those vast uncovered sepulchres, And sat, unscared and silent, at their feast. Haply some solitary fugitive, 75 Lurking in marsh and forest, till the sense Of desolation and of fear became Bitterer than death, yielded himself to die. Man’s better nature triumphed. Kindly words Welcomed and soothed him; the rude conquerors 80 Seated the captive with their chiefs. He chose A bride among their maidens. And at length Seemed to forget,— yet ne’er forgot,— the wife Of his Srst love, and her sweet little ones Butchered, amid their shrieks, with all his race. 85

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Thus change the forms of being. Thus arise Races of living things, glorious in strength, And perish, as the quickening breath of God Fills them, or is withdrawn. The red man too— Has left the blooming wilds he ranged so long, 90 And, nearer to the Rocky Mountains, sought A wider hunting ground. The beaver builds No longer by these streams, but far away, On waters whose blue surface ne’er gave back The white man’s face— among Missouri’s springs, 95 And pools whose issues swell the Oregan,5 He rears his little Venice.6 In these plains The bison feeds no more. Twice twenty leagues Beyond remotest smoke of hunter’s camp, Roams the majestic brute, in herds that shake 100 The earth with thundering steps— yet here I meet His ancient footprints stamped beside the pool. Still this great solitude is quick with life. Myriads of insects, gaudy as the ^owers They ^utter over, gentle quadrupeds, 105 And birds, that scarce have learned the fear of man Are here, and sliding reptiles of the ground, Startlingly beautiful. The graceful deer Bounds to the wood at my approach. The bee, A more adventurous colonist than man, 110 With whom he came across the eastern deep, Fills the savannas with his murmurings, And hides his sweets, as in the golden age, Within the hollow oak. I listen long To his domestic hum, and think I hear 115 The sound of that advancing multitude Which soon shall Sll these deserts. From the ground Comes up the laugh of children, the soft voice Of maidens, and the sweet and solemn hymn Of Sabbath worshippers. The low of herds 120 Blends with the rustling of the heavy grain Over the dark- brown furrows. All at once A fresher wind sweeps by, and breaks my dream, And I am in the wilderness alone.

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The Death of Lincoln1

Oh, slow to smite and swift to spare, Gentle and merciful and just!

5. The Columbia River. 6. I.e., builds a city in the water. 1. Lincoln was assassinated by John Wilkes Booth on April 15, 1865. This poem Srst appeared in the April 20, 1865, issue of the New York Eve ning

Post, the source of the text printed here. The Uni- tarian minister Samuel Osgood read the poem to thousands of mourners at New York City’s Cooper Union on the eve ning of April 24, the day before Lincoln’s body arrived for a viewing in New York.

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Who, in the fear of God, didst bear The sword of power, a nation’s trust!

In sorrow by thy bier we stand, 5 Amid the awe that hushes all, And speak the anguish of a land That shook with horror at thy fall.

Thy task is done; the bond are free; We bear thee to an honored grave, 10 Whose proudest monument shall be The broken fetters of the slave.

Pure was thy life; its bloody close Hath placed thee with the sons of light, Among the noble host of those 15 Who perished in the cause of Right.2

1865

2. In his famous Cooper Union speech of Febru- ary 27, 1860, delivered at a campaign event that Bryant had helped to or ga nize, Lincoln declared:

“Let us have faith that right makes might, and in that faith, let us, to the end, dare to do our duty as we understand it.”

WILLIAM APESS 1798–1839

L ittle is known of William Apess’s early life other than what he reports in A Son of the Forest (1829), the Srst extensive autobiography published by a Native American. His grand father, says Apess, was a white man who married the grand- daughter of the Wampanoag leader King Philip, or Metacom, whose death at the hands of the En glish colonists in 1676 brought an end to King Philip’s War. Philip increasingly occupied Apess’s thoughts during his lifetime, serving as the subject of his last published work. Apess’s father, although of mixed blood, joined the Pequot tribe and married an Indian woman who may have been part African American. Born in 1798 in the rural town of Colrain, Mas sa chu setts, Apess by the late 1820s and early 1830s had emerged as a notable reformist leader, arguing for the rights of Native American peoples while developing pointed critiques of the racism of white Amer i ca. His speeches were noted in William Lloyd Garrison’s widely read aboli- tionist newspaper, The Liberator, and may have had an impact on Frederick Doug- lass’s early writings. More impor tant, Apess, through his deSant and questioning rhe toric, helped to set the terms of cultural debate for Native Americans of his own time and beyond.

In A Son of the Forest, Apess details the pains of his early life. When he was three he was taken into the home of his poor, alcoholic maternal grandparents, where he was severely beaten. At four or Sve, he was sold as an indentured laborer. His Srst master allowed him to attend school for six years, which constituted his entire for-

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mal education; this master also introduced him to Chris tian ity. Apess served as a soldier in the abortive American attack on Montreal in the War of 1812 and con- verted to evangelical Methodism after leaving the army. At the conclusion of A Son of the Forest, Apess writes that he achieved an “exhorter’s” license from his church, enabling him to earn a living as an itinerant preacher; only later would he realize his goal of ordination as a Methodist minister.

A fervent Christian, Apess early understood Chris tian ity as incompatible with any form of race prejudice, thereby presaging the position of a number of Christian abolitionists of the 1840s and 1850s. In 1833, Apess went to preach at Mashpee, the only remaining Indian town in Mas sa chu setts. There he became involved in the Mashpee people’s strug gle to preserve their resources and rights, which were threatened by the overseers imposed on them by the Commonwealth of Mas sa chu- setts. The Mashpee eventually drew up petitions, prob ably composed by Apess, requiring that no whites cut wood or hay on Mashpee lands without the Indians’ consent. As the petition proclaimed, “We, as a tribe, will rule ourselves, and have the right to do so; for all men are born free and equal, says the Constitution of the Country.” Such unpre ce dented assertiveness on the part of the Indians alarmed the governor of Mas sa chu setts, who announced his readiness to put down the “Mash- pee Revolt” with troops. Apess’s version of the controversy appears in his Indian Nulli"cation of the Unconstitutional Laws of Mas sa chu setts, Relative to the Marshpee [sic] Tribe; or, The Pretended Riot Explained (1835). A year before the book appeared, the Mashpee case was won when the state legislature granted the tribe the same rights of self- governance that other Mas sa chu setts townships possessed.

Apess’s career as a preacher and an author came to a close with his “Eulogy on King Philip,” delivered in 1836 at the Odeon in Boston, one of the city’s largest public lecture halls, and published that same year. In the “Eulogy,” Apess meditates on his distant relation, naming Philip the foremost man that Amer i ca had thus far produced. He reminds his audience, descendants of the Pilgrims, of the crimes of their ancestors: although “you and I have to rejoice that we have not to answer for our fathers’ crimes; neither shall we do right to charge them one to another.” None- theless, he notes, “in vain have I looked for the Christian to take me by the hand and bid me welcome to his cabin, as my fathers did them [the Christians], before we were born.” Apess concludes that a “dif fer ent course must be pursued. . . . And while you ask yourselves, ‘What do they, the Indians, want?’ you have only to look at the unjust laws made for them and say, ‘They want what I want’ ”: justice and Chris- tian fellowship. Shortly after delivering this eulogy, Apess left the ministry and began to dis appear from the public rec ord. The evidence suggests that he moved to New York City in 1837, married a woman named Elizabeth, and died in debt, of what was described as “apoplexy,” on April 10, 1839.

The se lections that follow include chapters 1 and 3 of the Srst edition of A Son of the Forest. Also included is the Snal chapter of The Experiences of Five Christian Indians of the Pequot Tribe, published in 1833, the year Apess came to Mashpee. (As the title pages of both books make clear, he sometimes published under the name of “Apes,” although for other of his works he used the spelling “Apess,” which has become standard since Barry O’Connell’s 1992 publication of On Our Own Ground: The Complete Writings of William Apess, a Pequot.) The Srst of the “experi- ences” described in Experiences of Five Christian Indians is Apess’s own, an account of his life and conversion that repeats some of the material in A Son of the Forest but intensiSes considerably his condemnation of the Euro- American treatment of Native peoples. Apess concludes this book with the text reprinted here, “An Indian’s Looking- Glass for the White Man,” a searing indictment of race prejudice against people of color generally and Native Americans in par tic u lar.

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From A Son of the Forest1

Chapter 1

William Apes, the author of the following narrative is a native of the Amer- ican soil, and a descendant of one of the principal chiefs of the Pequod Tribe, so well known in that part of American history called King Philip’s Wars.2 This tribe inhabited a part of Connecticut, and lived in comparative peace on the river Thames, in the town of Groton or Pacatonic, and was commanded by King Philip. As the story of King Philip is perhaps generally known, it will be sufScient for our purpose to say that he was overcome by treachery. Betrayed to their avowed enemies, the nation was completely routed and the way thereby opened for the whites to possess themselves of the goodly heritage occupied by this once peaceable and happy tribe. But this was not the only act of injustice which this oppressed nation suffered at the hands of their white neighbors. They were subject to a more intense and heart corroding af^iction— that of having their daughters claimed by the con- querors, and however much subsequent efforts were made to soothe their sorrows in this par tic u lar, they considered the glory of their nation as departed.

My grandfather was a white, and married a female attached to the royal family: she was fair and beautiful. How nearly she was connected with the king I cannot tell; but without doubt some degree of afSnity subsisted between them. I have frequently heard my grandmother talk about it, and as nearly as I can tell, she was his grand or great- grand daughter. I do not make this statement in order to boast of my origin, or to appear great in the estima- tion of others, when, in fact of myself, I am nothing but a worm of the earth, but with the simple view of giving the reader the truth as I have received it, and more especially as I must render an account to the Sovereign Judge of all men for every thing contained in this little book. From what I have already stated, it will appear that my father was of mixed blood— his father being a white man, and his mother, a native of the soil, or in other words a red woman; but when he attained sufScient age to act for himself, he joined the tribe to which he was connected maternally, shortly after which he married a female of the tribe, in whose veins, not a single drop of the white man’s blood had ever ^owed.3 He then removed to the back settlements, directing his course to the west and afterwards to the north- east, and pitched his tent in the woods of a town called Colereign, near the Connecticut river, in the state of Massachusetts, where he continued for some time. During the time of their sojourning here I was born— January 31st, 1798. Our next remove was to Colchester Conn., near the sea- board; where my father lived between two

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1. The text is from A Son of the Forest. The Expe- rience of William Apes, a Native of the Forest. Comprising a Narrative of the Pequod Tribe of Indians. Written by Himself (New York: Published by the Author, 1829). 2. Philip was not a Pequot but a Wampanoag of the Pokanoket band; his people’s traditional lands were not in Connecticut but in the area of Mount Hope, Rhode Island. It isn’t clear whether this is simply an error on Apess’s part or whether he changed Philip’s tribal allegiance for some pur- pose. Drawn into war with the Puritans in 1675,

Philip and his people were defeated in 1676. Apess’s use of the word “betrayed” below probably refers to the fact that Native people antagonistic to Philip (some Pequots, in fact) aided the Puri- tans and it was an Indian who actually killed him. His body was drawn and quartered, his head dis- played on a pike, and his wife and children sold into Ca rib be an slavery. 3. Apess’s mother, Candace, may not have had “a single drop of the white man’s blood,” but it is  possible that she possessed some African “blood.”

and three years, with his little family in comparative comfort. Circumstances however changed. I then lived with my grand- father and his family, in which dwelt my uncle. My grandfather and his companion were not the best people in the world,— like all other people who are wedded to the beastly vice of intemperance they would drink to intoxication whenever they could procure rum, and as usual in such cases when under the in^uence of liquor, they would not only Sght and quarrel with each other, but would frequently turn upon their unoffending grand children, Sve in number, and beat them in a most cruel manner. My two brothers and two sisters also lived with them, and we were always kept in continual dread or torment. My father and mother made baskets which they would sell to the whites, or exchange for those articles only, which were absolutely necessary to keep soul and body in a state of unity. Our fare was of the poorest kind, and even of this we had not enough, and our clothing also was of the poorest description, literally speak- ing we were clothed with rags, so far as rags would sufSce to cover our naked- ness. We were always happy to get a cold potatoe for our dinner, and many a night have we gone supperless to rest, if stretching our wearied limbs on a bundle of straw without any covering against the weather, may be called rest. We were in a most distressing situation. Too young to obtain subsistence for ourselves by the labor of our hands, and our wants disregarded by those who should have made exertions to supply them. Some of our white neighbors however taking pity on us, frequently brought us frozen milk, which my

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William Apess. A portrait of Apess from the second, 1831 edition of A Son of the Forest.

4. Debtors or poor people with no means of sup- port were frequently “bound out” as indentured servants for a term of years. Apess, only Sve at the time, was a bit young for indentured servi- tude, although young children were sometimes bound out. It’s been noted that in the eigh teenth

and early nineteenth centuries, nearly all Indi- ans in southern New En gland were affected by indentured servitude in one degree or another with not only material but also cultural effects, including loss of their Native languages and exposure to corporal punishment.

mother would make into porridge, and we would all lap it down like so many hungry dogs, and thought ourselves well off when the calls of hunger were thus satisSed. And we lived in this way suffering from cold and hunger for some time. Once in par tic u lar, I remember, that when it rained my grand- mother put us all down cellar, and when we complained of being cold and hungry, she told us to dance and keep ourselves warm: but we had no food of any kind, and my sister almost died of hunger. Poor girl she was quite over- come. Think not dear reader that I have exagerated— I assure you that I have not— I merely relate this circumstance to show you how intense our suffer- ings were. We did not, however, continue in this most deplorable situation a very great while. Providence smiled on us— but it was in a par tic u lar way. My father and mother fell out, that is, they quarrelled, parted, went off a great distance, leaving us with grandfather and mother to shift for ourselves. We lived at this time in an old house divided into two apar[t]ments. My uncle lived in one part, and the old folks in another.

My grandmother went out one day; she got too much rum from the whites, and on returning she not only began to scold me, but to beat me shamefully with a club: (the reason of her doing so I never could tell.) She asked me if I hated her, and I very innocently said, yes, for I did not then know what the word hate meant, and thought I was answering aright. And so she kept ask- ing me the same question, and I always answered the same way, and then she would commence beating me again, and so she continued until she had broken my arm in three places. I was only four years of age, and of course could not take care of [myself]. But my uncle, who lived in the other part of the house, came down to take me away, when my grandfather made towards him with a Sre- brand; but he succeeded in rescuing me, and thus saved my life, for had he not come at the time he did to my relief, I would certainly have been killed. My grand- parents who acted so were by my mother’s side, those by my father’s side were Christians, lived and died happy in God, and if I live faithful to that grace with which God has already blessed me, I expect to meet them in glory, and praise Him with them to all eternity. I will now return: My uncle took and hid me away from them, and secreted me until the next day. When they found me, and discovered how danger- ously I had been injured, they were compelled to have recourse to the whites. My uncle went to the person who had often sent us milk, and as soon as he learned what had happened, he came straight off to see me— and when he reached the place he found a poor little Indian boy, all b[r]uised and man- gled to pieces. He was anxious that something should be done for us, and especially for me. He therefore applied in our behalf to the selectmen of the town, who after considering the application, adjudged that we should be taken and bound out.4 As for my part, I was a town charge for about a year, as the wounds in^icted by my grandmother entirely disabled me for that length of time. I was then put among good Christian people, called the Close Order, who used me as tenderly as though I had been one of the

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elect, or one of their sons.5 The surgeon was sent for, who called in another doctor, and down they came to Mr. Furman’s house, where the selectmen had ordered me to be carried. Now this dear man and family were sad on my account. Mrs. Furman was a tender- hearted lady, and nursed me, and had it not been that they took the best possible care of me, I think I should have died. But it pleased God to support me, and you know my dear reader, from what I have related, that my situation must have been dreadful. If I remember right, it was four or Sve days before the doctor set my arm, which was consequently very sore. I was afterwards told that during the painful operation I never murmured. I attributed this to the improvement in my sit- uation. Before this I was almost naked, cold, and hungry— now I was com- fortable, (with the exception of my wounds.) Before, in order to satisfy the cravings of nature, I would frequently run away to the whites and beg food, who invariably supplied my wants in that respect, as they looked upon me with pity, considering me a poor helpless and neglected child.

I recollect that on one occasion I had been out begging for food, and in returning home lost my way. After the darkness of night had closed upon me, I came to a large brook surrounded by woods, where I sat down and began to cry; at last some persons heard my lamentations, and came to my assistance. By them I was directed in the right way, so that I reached home in safety, to catch a little more trouble, that is, to get a sound ^agellation for begging for victuals to keep me alive. Hence, I call my deliverance from such a scene of suffering, the Providence of God.

I suppose that the reader will naturally say, “What savage creatures my grandparents were to treat unoffending or helpless children in this man- ner.” But this treatment was the effect of some cause. I attribute it in part to the whites, because they introduced among my countrymen ardent spir- its; seduced them into a love for it, and when under its baleful in^uence, wronged them out of their lawful possessions— that land where reposed the ashes of their sires— and not only so, but they committed violence of the most revolting and basest kind upon the persons of the female portion of the tribe, who until the arts, and vices, and debauchery of the whites were introduced among them, were as happy, and peaceable, and cheerful, as they roamed over their goodly possessions, as any people on whom the sun of heaven hath ever shone. The consequence was, that they were scat- tered abroad. Now, many of them were seen reeling about intoxicated with liquor, neglecting to provide for themselves or families, who before were assiduously engaged in supplying the necessities of those depending upon them.

But to return— After I had been nursed up about a year, I had so far recovered, that it was thought proper to bind me out, until I should attain the age of twenty- one years. As I was then only Sve years old, Mr. Furman thought he could not keep me, as he was a poor man, and obtained his liv- ing by the work of his hands. He was a cooper6 by trade, and employed himself in his business when he was not engaged in working on his farm. They had become very fond of me, and as I could not be satisSed to leave

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5. These are the Furmans. The “Close Order” Christians are thought to have been a dissident Methodist group, although later in the text Mrs.

Furman is called a Baptist. 6. Coopers were craftsmen who constructed and repaired wood barrels, buckets, and casks.

7. In chapter  2, Apess describes his growing interest in Methodism and his eventual decision to run away from a new master. He is now Sfteen years old. Meeting up with men enlisting in the  U.S. army, he decides to enlist along with them to Sght the British in what has come to be known as the War of 1812. Because he could not legally enlist until his seventeenth birthday, his enlistment papers are forged. He writes that “I could not think why I should risk my life and limbs in Sghting for the white man, who had

cheated my forefathers of their land,” but he does not go on to explore the contradiction of his enlistment. Chapter 3 begins with Apess at Gov- ernor’s Island, near the southern tip of Manhat- tan, as he is about to move into battle. 8. Apess’s comment that “we were ordered to join the army destined to conquer Canada” may be ironically intended, since he knows well at the time of this writing that the army did not conquer Canada.

them, as I loved them with the strength of Slial love, he at last concluded to keep me until I was of age. According to the spirit of the indentures, if I mistake not, I was to have so much instruction as to be able to read and write, and at the expiration of the term of my apprenticeship they were to furnish me with two suits of clothes. They used me with the utmost kind- ness— I had enough to eat and to wear— and every thing in short to make me comfortable. According to their agreement, when I had reached my sixth year, they sent me to school— this they continued to do for six succes- sive winters, in which time I learned to read and write, so that I might be understood. This was all the instruction of the kind I ever received. But I desire to be truly thankful to God for this— I cannot make you sensible of the amount of beneSt I have received from it.

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Chapter III7

After I had been some time on the island, I took much comfort in beating on an old drum; this was my business, as I was enlisted for a drummer. About this time I was greatly alarmed on account of the execution of a soldier, who was shot on Governor’s Island for mutiny. I cannot tell how I felt when I saw the soldiers parade, and the condemned clothed in white with bibles in their hands, come forward. The band then struck up the dead march, and the pro cession moved with a mournful and mea sured tread to the place of exe- cution, where the poor creatures were compelled to kneel on their cofSns, which were along side their newly dug graves. While in this position the chaplain went forward and conversed with them— after he had retired a soldier went up and drew their caps over their faces; thus blindfolded he led one of them some distance from the other. An ofScer then advanced, and raised his handkerchief as a signal to the platoon to prepare to Sre— he then made another for them to aim at the wretch who had been left kneeling on his cofSn, and at a third signal the platoon Sred, and the immortal essence of the offender in an instant was in the spirit- land. To me this was an awful day— my heart seemed to leap into my throat. Death never appeared so awful. But what must have been the feelings of the unhappy man, who had so narrowly escaped the grave? He was completely overcome, and wept like a child, and it was found necessary to help him back to his quarters. This spectacle made me serious; but it wore off in a few days.

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9. General Wade Hampton (c. 1752– 1835) was a Southerner who had fought in the Revolutionary War and then retired to run several plantations in South Carolina, Mississippi, and Louisiana. He volunteered for duty in the War of 1812, and served under General James Wilkinson (see n. 1,

p. 132), who held him responsible for the disas- trous attack on Montreal. Although the Depart- ment of War exonerated Hampton, he resigned his commission in 1814 and returned home. By the time of his death, he was the own er of more slaves than anyone else in the United States.

mated them very much. They thought it a great thing to march through the country and assist in taking the enemy’s land. As soon as our things were ready we embarked on board a sloop for Albany, and then went on to Green- bush, where we were quartered. In the mean time I had been transferred to the ranks. This I did not like; to carry a musket was too fatiguing, and I had a positive objection to being placed on the guard, especially at night. As I had only enlisted for a drummer, I thought that this change by the ofScer was contrary to law, and as the bond was broken, liberty was granted me; therefore being heartily tired of a soldier’s life, and having a desire to see my father once more, I went off very deliberately; I had no idea that they had a lawful claim on me, and was greatly surprised as well as alarmed, when arrested as a deserter from the army. Well, I was taken up and carried back to the camp, where the ofScers put me under guard. We shortly after marched for Canada, and during this dreary march the ofScers tormented me by telling me that it was their intention to make a Sre in the woods, stick my skin full of pine splinters, and after having an Indian pow wow over me, burn me to death. Thus they tormented me day after day.

We halted for some time at Burlington: but resumed our march and went into winter quarters at Plattsburgh. All this time God was very good to me, as I had not a sick day. I had by this time become very bad. I had previously learned to drink rum, play cards and commit other acts of wickedness, but it was here that I Srst took the name of the Lord in vain, and oh, what a sting it left behind. We continued here until the ensuing fall, when we received orders to join the main army under Gen. Hampton.9 Another change now took place,— we had several pieces of heavy artillery with us, and of course horses were necessary to drag them, and I was taken from the ranks and ordered to take charge of one team. This made my situation rather better. I now had the privilege of riding. The soldiers were badly off, as the ofScers were very cruel to them, and for every little offence they would have them ^ogged. One day the ofScer of our company got angry at me, and pricked my ear with the point of his sword.

We soon joined the main army, and pitched our tents with them. It was now very cold, and we had nothing but straw to lay on. There was also a scarcity of provisions, and we were not allowed to draw our full rations. Money would not procure food— and when any thing was to be obtained the ofScers had always the preference, and they, poor souls, always wanted the whole for themselves. The people generally, have no idea of the extreme sufferings of the soldiers on the frontiers during the last war; they were indescribable; the soldiers eat with the utmost greediness, raw corn and every thing eatable that fell in their way. In the midst of our af^ictions, our valiant general ordered us to march forward to subdue the country in a trice. The pioneers had great difSculty in clearing the way— the enemy retreated burning every thing as they ^ed. They destroyed every thing, so that we could not Snd forage for the horses. We were now cutting our way

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1. General James Wilkinson (1757– 1825) had fought in the Revolutionary War and been pro- moted to the rank of general shortly before his twentieth birthday. Initially involved with Aaron Burr in treasonous activities, he ultimately became one of Burr’s principal accusers. All this time he was secretly a paid agent of Spain. Some- times described as a man who never won a battle

nor lost a court martial (he was court martialed at the order of James Madison but cleared of all charges), he was defeated in two battles in Can- ada during the War of 1812. Like Hampton, he was exonerated but resigned from the army. 2. The En glish, or any En glishman; here, the British army.

through a wilderness, and were very often benumbed with the cold. Our sufferings now for the want of food were extreme— the ofScers too began to feel it, and one of them offered me two dollars for a little ^our, but I did not take his money, and he did not get my ^our; I would not have given it to him for Sfty dollars. The soldiers united their ̂ our and baked unleavened bread, of this we made a delicious repast.

After we had proceeded about thirty miles, we fell in with a body of Canadians and Indians— the woods fairly resounded with their yells. Our “brave and chivalrous” general ordered a picked troop to disperse them; we Sred but one cannon and a retreat was sounded to the great mortiScation of the soldiers, who were ready and willing to Sght. But as our general did not fancy the smell of gunpowder, he thought it best to close the campaign, by retreating with seven thousand men, before a “host” of seven hundred. Thus were many a poor fellow’s hopes of conquest and glory blasted by the timidity of one man. This little brush with an enemy that we could have crushed in a single moment cost us several men in killed and wounded. The army now fell back on Plattsburgh, where we remained during the winter; we suffered greatly for the want of barracks, having to encamp in the open Selds a good part of the time. My health, through the goodness of God, was preserved, notwithstanding many of the poor soldiers sickened and died. So fast did they go off, that it appeared to me as if the plague was raging among them.

When the spring opened, we were employed in building forts. We erected three in a very short time. We soon received orders to march, and joined the army under Gen. Wilkinson,1 to reduce Montreal. We marched to Odletown in great splendor, “Heads up and eyes right,” with a noble commander at our head, and the splendid city of Montreal in our view. The city no doubt pre- sented a scene of the wildest uproar and confusion; the people were greatly alarmed as we moved on with all the pomp and glory of an army ^ushed with many victories. But when we reached Odletown, John Bull2 met us with a picked troop. They soon retreated, and some took refuge in an old fortiSed mill, which we pelted with a goodly number of cannon balls. It appeared as if we were determined to sweep every thing before us. It was really amusing to see our feminine general with his night- cap on his head, and a dishcloth tied round his precious body, crying out to his men “Come on, my brave boys, we will give John Bull a bloody nose.” We did not succeed in taking the mill, and the British kept up an incessant cannonade from the fort. Some of the balls cut down the trees, so that we had frequently to spring out of their way when falling. I thought it was a hard time, and I had reason too, as I was in the front of the battle, assisting in working a twelve pounder and the Brit- ish aimed directly at us. Their balls whistled around us, and hurried a good many of the soldiers into the eternal world, while others were most horribly mangled. Indeed they were so hot upon us, that we had not time to remove the dead as they fell. The horribly disSgured bodies of the dead— the piercing

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3. After the American defeat at the battle of Bladensburg, Washington, D.C., was captured and burned by the British on August 18, 1814. 4. The American forces were commanded by General Alexander Macomb (1782– 1841). On September 11, 1814, he led a vastly outnumbered American force against the British at the Battle of Plattsburgh and by means of subterfuges negated the British advantage. The British were about to launch a major attack when they learned of their defeat in the Battle of Lake Champlain, which Apess describes below.

5. Congreve rockets were solid- fuel rockets invented by Sir William Congreve in 1805. They had been used to advantage in the British victory at the Battle of Bladensburg. 6. Captain Thomas Macdonough (1783– 1825) commanded the four U.S. ships that sailed against a superior ^eet led by Captain Downey of the British navy in the Battle of Lake Cham- plain. Downey was killed early in the battle; Macdonough, though knocked down more than once, proved victorious.

groans of the wounded and the dying— the cries of help and succor from those who could not help themselves— were most appalling. I can never forget it. We continued Sghting until near sundown, when a retreat was sounded along our line, and instead of marching forward to Montreal, we wheeled about, and having once set our faces towards Plattsburgh, and turned our backs ingloriously on the enemy, we hurried off with all possible speed. We carried our dead and wounded with us. Oh, it was a dreadful sight to behold so many brave men sacriSced in this manner. In this way our campaign closed. During the whole of this time the Lord was merciful to me, as I was not suffered to be hurt. We once more reached Plattsburgh, and pitched our tents in the neighbourhood. While here, intelligence of the capture of Wash- ington was received. Now, says the orderly sergeant, the British have burnt up all the papers at Washington,3 and our enlistment for the war among them, we had better give in our names as having enlisted for Sve years.

We were again under marching orders, as the enemy it was thought con- templated an attack on Plattsburgh. Thither we moved without delay, and were posted in one of the forts. By the time we were ready for them, the enemy made his appearance on Lake Champlain, with his vessels of war. It was a Sne thing to see their noble vessels moving like things of life upon this mimic sea, with their streamers ^oating in the wind. This armament was intended to co- operate with the army, which numbered fourteen thou- sand men, under the command of the captain general of Canada, and at that very time in view of our troops. They presented a very imposing aspect. Their red uniform[s], and the instruments of death which they bore in their hands, glittered in the sun beams of heaven, like so many sparkling dia- monds. Very fortunately for us and for the country, a brave and noble com- mander had placed himself at the head of the army.4 It was not an easy task to frighten him. For notwithstanding his men were inferior in point of number to those of the enemy, say as one to seven, yet relying on the brav- ery of his men, he determined to Sght to the last extremity. The enemy in all the pomp and pride of war, had sat down before the town and its slender fortiScations, and he commenced a cannonade, which we returned without much ceremony. Congreve rockets,5 bomb shells, and cannon balls, poured upon us like a hail storm. There was scarcely any intermission, and for six days and nights we did not leave our guns, and during that time the work of death paused not, as every day some shot took effect. During the engage- ment, I had charge of a small magazine. All this time our ^eet, under the command of the gallant M’Donough, was lying on the peaceful waters of Champlain.6 But this little ^eet was to be taken, or destroyed: it was neces- sary, in the accomplishment of their plans. Accordingly the British com- mander bore down on our vessels in gallant style. As soon as the enemy

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7. Established before the American Revolution, the Green Mountain Boys became the militia of the Vermont Republic in 1777. They returned to action in the War of 1812, and Vermont’s National Guard today is called by their name. 8. A reference to a message sent by U.S. Navy Commodore Oliver Hazard Perry after his victory over the British at the Battle of Lake Erie in 1814: “We have met the enemy, and they are ours.” 9. The Treaty of Ghent, concluding the War of 1812, was signed at the end of December 1814. Because the news did not reach the United States until some months later, sporadic Sghting continued into the new year. 1. Apess’s company was not disbanded at the end

of the war, although as he says, he “obtained [his] release” in the fall of 1815— by deserting. That he did desert may explain why, as he says just below, he never saw “any thing of bounty money, land, or arrearages, from that day to this.” 2. Unpaid, overdue debts. 3. American Indians were not granted American citizenship until 1924, although some had obtained it earlier by military ser vice, or various acts of assimilation. While citizenship was sought by many Native people, others were not eager to be American citizens, preferring to emphasize their membership in tribal nations. Many Mohawks today, for example, claim either Mohawk citizenship only or dual citizenship.

showed Sght, our men ^ew to their guns. Then the work of death and car- nage commenced. The adjacent shores resounded with the alternate shouts of the sons of liberty, and the groans of their parting spirits. A cloud of smoke mantled the heavens, shutting out the light of day— while the contin- ual roar of artillery, added to the sublime horrors of the scene. At length the boasted valour of the haughty Britons failed them— they quailed before the incessant and well directed [f]ire of our brave and hardy tars, and after a hard fought battle, surrendered to that foe they had been sent to crush. On land the battle raged pretty Sercely. On our side the Green mountain boys behaved7 with the greatest bravery. As soon as the British commander had seen the ^eet fall into the hands of the Americans, his boasted courage forsook him, and he ordered his army of heroes, fourteen thousand strong, to retreat before a handful of militia.

This was indeed a proud day for our country. We had met a superior force on the Lake, and “they were ours.”8 On land we had compelled the enemy to seek safety in ^ight. Our army did not lose many men, but on the lake many a brave man fell— fell in the defence of his country’s rights. The British moved off about sundown.

We remained in Plattsburgh until the peace.9 As soon as it was known that the war had terminated, and the army disbanded, the soldiers were clamorous for their discharge, but it was concluded to retain our company in the service— I, however, obtained my release.1 Now, according to the act of enlistment, I was entitled to forty dollars bounty money, and one hundred and sixty acres of land. The government also owed me for Sfteen months pay. I have not seen any thing of bounty money, land, or arrearages,2 from that day to this. I am not, however, alone in this— hundreds were served in the same manner. But I could never think that the government acted right towards the “Natives,” not merely in refusing to pay us, but in claiming our ser vices in cases of perilous emergency, and still deny us the right of citizen- ship; and as long as our nation is debarred the privilege of voting for civil ofScers, I shall believe that the government has no claim on our ser vices.3

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1. The text is from William Apes, The Experi- ences of Five Christian Indians of the Pequot Tribe (Boston: James B. Dow, 1833).

2. Those appointed by the Commonwealth of Mas sa chu setts to oversee Indian affairs in such towns as Mashpee.

An Indian’s Looking- Glass for the White Man1

Having a desire to place a few things before my fellow creatures who are travelling with me to the grave, and to that God who is the maker and pre- server both of the white man and the Indian, whose abilities are the same, and who are to be judged by one God, who will show no favor to outward appearances, but will judge righ teousness. Now I ask if degradation has not been heaped long enough upon the Indians? And if so, can there not be a compromise; is it right to hold and promote prejudices? If not, why not put them all away? I mean here amongst those who are civilized. It may be that many are ignorant of the situation of many of my brethren within the limits of New Eng land. Let me for a few moments turn your attention to the res- ervations in the dif fer ent states of New Eng land, and, with but few excep- tions, we shall Snd them as follows: The most mean, abject, miserable race of beings in the world— a complete place of prodigality and prostitution.

Let a gentleman and lady of integrity and respectability visit these places, and they would be surprised; as they wandered from one hut to the other they would view with the females who are left alone, children half starved, and some almost as naked as they came into the world. And it is a fact that I have seen them as much so— while the females are left without protection, and are seduced by white men, and are S nally left to be common prostitutes for them, and to be destroyed by that burning, Sery curse, that has swept mil- lions, both of red and white men, into the grave with sorrow and disgrace— Rum. One reason why they are left so is, because their most sensible and active men are absent at sea. Another reason is, because they are made to believe they are minors and have not the abilities given them from God, to take care of themselves, without it is to see to a few little articles, such as baskets and brooms. Their land is in common stock, and they have nothing to make them enterprising.

Another reason is because those men who are Agents,2 many of them are unfaithful, and care not whether the Indians live or die; they are much imposed upon by their neighbors who have no princi ple. They would think it no crime to go upon Indian lands and cut and carry off their most valuable timber, or any thing else they chose; and I doubt not but they think it clear gain. Another reason is because they have no education to take care of them- selves; if they had, I would risk them to take care of their own property.

Now I will ask, if the Indians are not called the most ingenious people amongst us? And are they not said to be men of talents? And I would ask, could there be a more efScient way to distress and murder them by inches than the way they have taken? And there is no people in the world but who may be destroyed in the same way. Now if these people are what they are held up in our view to be, I would take the liberty to ask why they are not brought forward and pains taken to educate them? to give them all a common educa- tion, and those of the brightest and Srst- rate talents put forward and held up to ofSce. Perhaps some unholy, unprincipled men would cry out, the skin was

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3. I.e., the American Indian; a play on the view of Indians as children of nature or “sons of the forest.”

not good enough; but stop friends— I am not talking about the skin, but about princi ples. I would ask if there cannot be as good feelings and princi- ples under a red skin as there can be under a white? And let me ask, is it not on the account of a bad princi ple, that we who are red children have had to suffer so much as we have? And let me ask, did not this bad princi ple proceed from the whites or their forefathers? And I would ask, is it worth while to nourish it any longer? If not, then let us have a change; although some men no doubt will spout their corrupt princi ples against it, that are in the halls of legislation and elsewhere. But I presume this kind of talk will seem surpris- ing and horrible. I do not see why it should so long as they (the whites) say that they think as much of us as they do of themselves.

This I have heard repeatedly, from the most respectable gentlemen and ladies— and having heard so much precept, I should now wish to see the example. And I would ask who has a better right to look for these things than the naturalist3 himself— the candid man would say none.

I know that many say that they are willing, perhaps the majority of the people, that we should enjoy our rights and privileges as they do. If so, I would ask why are not we protected in our persons and property throughout the Union? Is it not because there reigns in the breast of many who are lead- ers, a most unrigh teous, unbecoming and impure black princi ple, and as cor- rupt and unholy as it can be— while these very same unfeeling, self- esteemed characters pretend to take the skin as a pretext to keep us from our unalien- able and lawful rights? I would ask you if you would like to be disfranchised from all your rights, merely because your skin is white, and for no other crime? I’ll venture to say, these very characters who hold the skin to be such a barrier in the way, would be the Srst to cry out, injustice! awful injustice!

But, reader, I acknowledge that this is a confused world, and I am not seeking for ofSce; but merely placing before you the black inconsistency that you place before me— which is ten times blacker than any skin that you will Snd in the Universe. And now let me exhort you to do away that princi ple, as it appears ten times worse in the sight of God and candid men, than skins of color— more disgraceful than all the skins that Jehovah ever made. If black or red skins, or any other skin of color is disgraceful to God, it appears that he has disgraced himself a great deal— for he has made Sfteen colored people to one white, and placed them here upon this earth.

Now let me ask you, white man, if it is a disgrace for to eat, drink and sleep with the image of God, or sit, or walk and talk with them? Or have you the folly to think that the white man, being one in Sfteen or sixteen, are the only beloved images of God? Assem ble all nations together in your imagination, and then let the whites be seated amongst them, and then let us look for the whites, and I doubt not it would be hard Snding them; for to the rest of the nations, they are still but a handful. Now suppose these skins were put together, and each skin had its national crimes written upon it— which skin do you think would have the greatest? I will ask one ques- tion more. Can you charge the Indians with robbing a nation almost of their whole Continent, and murdering their women and children, and then depriving the remainder of their lawful rights, that nature and God require

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4. The reference is to the “nation” of Africa. 5. The ancient Hebrews considered vari ous

Middle Eastern peoples idolators whose practices were said to include child sacriSce.

them to have? And to cap the climax, rob another nation to till their grounds, and welter out their days under the lash with hunger and fatigue under the scorching rays of a burning sun?4 I should look at all the skins, and I know that when I cast my eye upon that white skin, and if I saw those crimes written upon it, I should enter my protest against it immediately, and cleave to that which is more honorable. And I can tell you that I am satisSed with the manner of my creation, fully— whether others are or not.

But we will strive to penetrate more fully into the conduct of those who profess to have pure princi ples, and who tell us to follow Jesus Christ and imitate him and have his Spirit. Let us see if they come any where near him and his ancient disciples. The Srst thing we are to look at, are his precepts, of which we will mention a few. ‘Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, with all thy soul, with all thy mind, and with all thy strength. The second is like unto it. Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. On these two precepts hang all the law and the prophets.’— Matt. xxii. 37, 38, 39, 40. ‘By this shall all men know that they are my disciples, if ye have love one to another.’— John xiii. 35. Our Lord left this special command with his fol- lowers, that they should love one another.

Again, John in his Epistles says, ‘He who loveth God, loveth his brother also.’—iv. 21. ‘Let us not love in word but in deed.’— iii. 18. ‘Let your love be without dissimulation. See that ye love one another with a pure heart fer- vently.’—1. Peter, viii. 22. ‘If any man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar.’— John iv. 20. ‘Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer, and no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him.’ The Srst thing that takes our attention, is the saying of Jesus, ‘Thou shalt love,’ &c. The Srst question I would ask my brethren in the ministry, as well as that of the membership, What is love, or its effects? Now if they who teach are not essentially affected with pure love, the love of God, how can they teach as they ought? Again, the holy teachers of old said, ‘Now if any man have not the spirit of Christ, he is none of his.’— Rom. viii. 9. Now my brethren in the ministry, let me ask you a few sincere questions. Did you ever hear or read of Christ teaching his disciples that they ought to despise one because his skin was dif fer ent from theirs? Jesus Christ being a Jew, and those of his Apostles certainly were not whites,— and did not he who completed the plan of sal- vation complete it for the whites as well as for the Jews, and others? And were not the whites the most degraded people on the earth at that time, and none were more so; for they sacriSced their children to dumb idols!5 And did not St. Paul labor more abundantly for building up a Christian nation amongst you than any of the Apostles. And you know as well as I that you are not indebted to a princi ple beneath a white skin for your religious ser- vices, but to a colored one.

What then is the matter now; is not religion the same now under a colored skin as it ever was? If so I would ask why is not a man of color respected; you may say as many say, we have white men enough. But was this the spirit of Christ and his Apostles? If it had been, there would not have been one white preacher in the world— for Jesus Christ never would have imparted his grace or word to them, for he could forever have withheld it from them.

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But we Snd that Jesus Christ and his Apostles never looked at the outward appearances. Jesus in par tic u lar looked at the hearts, and his Apostles through him being discerners of the spirit, looked at their fruit without any regard to the skin, color or nation; as St. Paul himself speaks, ‘Where there is neither Greek nor Jew, circumcision nor uncircumcision, Barbarian nor Scythian, bond nor free— but Christ is all and in all.’ 6 If you can Snd a spirit like Jesus Christ and his Apostles prevailing now in any of the white congregations, I should like to know it. I ask, is it not the case that every- body that is not white is treated with contempt and counted as barbarians? And I ask if the word of God justiSes the white man in so doing? When the prophets prophesied, of whom did they speak? When they spoke of hea- thens, was it not the whites and others who were counted Gentiles? And I ask if all nations with the exception of the Jews were not counted heathens? and according to the writings of some, it could not mean the Indians, for they are counted Jews.7 And now I would ask, why is all this distinction made among these Christian socie ties? I would ask what is all this ado about Missionary Socie ties, if it be not to Christianize those who are not Christians? And what is it for? To degrade them worse, to bring them into society where they must welter out their days in disgrace merely because their skin is of a dif fer ent complexion. What folly it is to try to make the state of human society worse than it is. How astonished some may be at this— but let me ask, is it not so? Let me refer you to the churches only. And my brethren, is there any agreement? Do brethren and sisters love one another?— Do they not rather hate one another. Outward forms and cere- monies, the lusts of the ^esh, the lusts of the eye and pride of life is of more value to many professors,8 than the love of God shed abroad in their hearts, or an attachment to his altar, to his ordinances or to his children. But you may ask who are the children of God? perhaps you may say none but white. If so, the word of the Lord is not true.

I will refer you to St. Peter’s precepts— Acts 10. ‘God is no respecter of persons’— &c. Now if this is the case, my white brother, what better are you than God? And if no better, why do you who profess his gospel and to have his spirit, act so contrary to it? Let me ask why the men of a dif fer ent skin are so despised, why are not they educated and placed in your pulpits? I ask if his ser vices well performed are not as good as if a white man performed them? I ask if a marriage or a funeral ceremony, or the ordinance of the Lord’s house would not be as acceptable in the sight of God as though he was white? And if so, why is it not to you? I ask again, why is it not as acceptable to have men to exercise their ofSce in one place as well as in another? Perhaps you will say that if we admit you to all of these privileges you will want more. I expect that I can guess what that is— Why, say you, there would be intermarriages. How that would be I am not able to say— and if it should be, it would be nothing strange or new to me; for I can assure you that I know a great many that have intermarried, both of the whites and the Indians— and many are their sons and daughters— and people too of the Srst respectability. And I could point to some in the famous city of Boston and elsewhere. You may now look at the

6. Colossians 3.11. 7. A reference to the notion that Native Ameri- cans were descended from the ten lost tribes

of Israel. 8. I.e., those who profess the Christian faith.

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disgraceful act in the statute law passed by the Legislature of Mas sa chu setts, and behold the Sfty pound Sne levied upon any Clergyman or Justice of the Peace that dare to encourage the laws of God and nature by a legitimate union in holy wedlock between the Indians and whites. I would ask how this looks to your law makers. I would ask if this corresponds with your sayings— that you think as much of the Indians as you do of the whites. I do not won- der that you blush many of you while you read; for many have broken the ill- fated laws made by man to hedge up the laws of God and nature. I would ask if they who have made the law have not broken it— but there is no other state in New Eng land that has this law but Mas sa chu setts; and I think as many of you do not, that you have done yourselves no credit.

But as I am not looking for a wife, having one of the Snest cast, as you no doubt would understand while you read her experience and travail of soul in the way to heaven, you will see that it is not my object. And if I had none, I should not want any one to take my right from me and choose a wife for me; for I think that I or any of my brethren have a right to choose a wife for themselves as well as the whites— and as the whites have taken the liberty to choose my brethren, the Indians, hundreds and thousands of them as partners in life, I believe the Indians have as much right to choose their partners amongst the whites if they wish. I would ask you if you can see any thing inconsistent in your conduct and talk about the Indians? And if you do, I hope you will try to become more consistent. Now if the Lord Jesus Christ, who is counted by all to be a Jew, and it is well known that the Jews are a colored people,9 especially those living in the East, where Christ was born— and if he should appear amongst us, would he not be shut out of doors by many, very quickly? and by those too, who profess religion?

By what you read, you may learn how deep your princi ples are. I should say they were skin deep. I should not won der if some of the most selSsh and igno- rant would spout a charge of their princi ples now and then at me. But I would ask, how are you to love your neighbors as yourself? Is it to cheat them? is it to wrong them in any thing? Now to cheat them out of any of their rights is rob- bery. And I ask, can you deny that you are not robbing the Indians daily, and many others? But at last you may think I am what is called a hard and unchar- itable man. But not so. I believe there are many who would not hesitate to advocate our cause; and those too who are men of fame and respectability—as well as ladies of honor and virtue. There is a Webster, an Everett, and a Wirt,1 and many others who are distinguished characters— besides an host of my fel- low citizens, who advocate our cause daily. And how I congratulate such noble spirits— how they are to be prized and valued; for they are well calculated to promote the happiness of mankind. They well know that man was made for society, and not for hissing stocks2 and outcasts. And when such a princi ple as this lies within the hearts of men, how much it is like its God— and how it

9. Refers to the belief that Moses and the bibli- cal Hebrews, including Jesus, were people of color. 1. William Wirt (1772–1834), lawyer, politician, orator, and writer; he served as attorney general under President James Monroe and was nomi- nated by the Whig Party for president. Daniel Webster (1782–1852), orator, legislator, statesman, and interpreter of the Constitution; he served as

congressman from New Hampshire, senator from Mas sa chu setts, and secretary of state under presi- dents William Henry Harrison and John Tyler. Edward Everett (1794–1865), the Srst Eliot Profes- sor of Greek at Harvard and the editor of the pres- tigious North American Review; he served in Congress and as governor of Mas sa chu setts. 2. Those who are laughed at or hissed at (i.e., laughingstocks).

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honors its Maker— and how it imitates the feelings of the good Samaritan, that had his wounds bound up, who had been among thieves and robbers.

Do not get tired, ye noble- hearted— only think how many poor Indians want their wounds done up daily; the Lord will reward you, and pray you stop not till this tree of distinction shall be leveled to the earth, and the mantle of prejudice torn from every American heart— then shall peace per- vade the Union.

1833

JANE JOHNSTON SCHOOLCRAFT 1800–1842

Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, a mixed- blood, or metis, woman— her mother was Anishi-nabe or Chippewa/Ojibwe and her father was Irish— is the Srst known Native Amer- ican literary writer. Although the Mohegan minister Samson Occom had written a short account of his life and published some sermons and hymns in the eigh teenth century, and Schoolcraft’s near contemporary the Pequot minister William Apess pub- lished accounts of his life, the lives of other Christian Indians, and a variety of his- torical and polemical texts, it is unlikely that either of them saw their writing as literature. Schoolcraft, however, wrote poems and short Sction. She published none of these in her lifetime, although her well- known husband, Henry Rowe Schoolcraft, did include some of her work— often heavily edited— in his own publica tions.

Jane Johnston’s Ojibwe name was Bamewawagezhikaquay, “Woman of the Sound the Stars Make Rushing through the Sky.” Her mother was Ozhagusodaywayquay, or Susan Johnston, and her father was John Johnston, an immigrant from Ireland. She was born at Sault Ste. Marie in what was then the extensive Michigan Territory (which included present- day Wisconsin and Minnesota). Her father was a fur trader who prospered not only from his own labor and acumen but from that of his wife and the kinship networks he could engage through her. The Johnston house hold was trilingual— Ojibwe, En glish, and French— and included a library that John Johnston had accumulated, containing the Greek and Roman classics, Shakespeare, historical and religious texts, and a range of contemporary authors. Much of Jane’s education came from this library; except for a brief and unhappy period in Ireland and En gland when she was nine and ten, she had no formal schooling.

In 1822, Henry Rowe Schoolcraft arrived in the territory as the federally appointed agent in charge of Indian affairs. Henry was ambitious and a very eligible bachelor; Jane was a young woman of a prominent family and equally eligible. The two married in 1823. Henry was interested in Indians, but, like many whites in his time, he saw them as an inferior and vanishing race, and certainly he did not see women as the equals of men. Nonetheless, the evidence suggests that— with some qualiScations— the marriage was a happy one. Much of the writing Henry published on the Indians of the period beneSted from Jane’s help and the help of her mother’s family. And Henry seems to have encouraged his wife’s literary endeavors; indeed, if not for Henry, little of Jane’s work would have survived.

Jane Schoolcraft’s writing is of several kinds. From early in her life she composed poetry in En glish, frequently using iambic tetrameter lines, as well as the rhyme

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1. William Henry Schoolcraft died on March 13, 1827, at the age of two years and eight months. This line suggests that the poem was written sometime after the summer of 1835.

2. Psalms 126.5. 3. Psalms 127.3. 4. Made by or done (Latin). The sense is: by the act or deed of the Lord.

schemes and stanza forms conventional at the time. In 1827 her son William Henry Schoolcraft died at age two; she wrote, over a number of years, four poems commemo- rating his death. She thus joins a long line of women from Anne Bradstreet forward who grieved in verse over the loss of a young child. Schoolcraft is also the Srst known Indian writer to attempt literary composition in a Native language, as in “To the Pine Tree,” which exists in an Ojibwe and an En glish version. “Lines Written at Castle Island” apparently had an Ojibwe original, which has not survived. Schoolcraft also wrote prose stories. It is not clear whether these were original compositions based on stories she had heard or somewhat nearer to literal translations of traditional material. Thus her work on the one hand Sts well within the tradition of American antebellum women’s poetry; on the other hand, it challenges our understanding of literary tradition by complicating our notions of such things as the distinction between translation and original composition as well as between poetry and prose.

The prose selections are from Robert Dale Parker, ed., The Sound the Stars Make Rushing through the Sky: The Writings of Jane Johnston Schoolcraft (2007) and the poetry selections are from a manuscript of Schoolcraft’s poetry at the Abraham Lincoln Presi- dential Library in SpringSeld, Illinois.

Sweet Willy

A hundred moons and more have past,1 Since erst upon this day, They bore thee from my anguished sight, And from my home away And pensively they carried thee 5 And set the burial stone, And left thy father and myself, Forsaken and alone.

A hundred moons and more have past And every year have we, 10 With pious steps gone out to sit Beneath thy graveyard tree And often, with remembrance Of our darling little boy Repeated—“they that sow in tears 15 “Shall reap again in joy.”2

Lo! children are a heritage A fruit and a reward,3 Bestowed in sovreign mercy By the fecit4 of the Lord 20 But he, that giveth gifts to men May take away the same And righ teous is the holy act, And blessed be his name.

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5. Covers or shrouds; like a pall, the cloth that covers a cofSn. 1. Schoolcraft had been taken to England and Ireland to be educated when she was nine. She

was unhappy so far from home and at an unknown later date composed this poem. She addresses the pine tree in her Native language before offering an English version.

For still it is a mercy, 25 And a mercy we can view, For whom the Lord chastiseth He in love regardeth too. And sweetly in remembrance Of our darling little boy 30 Bethink we still, that sorrow’s tears Shall spring in beds of joy.

And aye, that Word is precious As the apple of the eye That looketh up to mansions 35 Which are builded in the sky That palleth5 with this scene of tears And vanities and strife, And seeketh for that better home Where truly there is life. 40

I cling no more to life below, It hath no charm for me, Yet strive to Sll my duty here, While here below I be. And often comes the memory 45 Of my darling little boy, For he was sown in bitter tears, And shall be reaped in joy.

To the Pine Tree1

on "rst seeing it on returning from Eu rope

Shing wauk! Shing wauk! nin ge ik id, Waish kee wau bum ug, shing wauk Tuh quish in aun nau aub, ain dak nuk i yaun. Shing wauk, shing wauk No sa Shi e gwuh ke do dis au naun 5 Kau gega way zhau wus co zid.

Mes ah nah, shi egwuh tah gwish en aung Sin dak mik ke aum baun Kagait suh, ne meen wain dum Me nah wau, wau bun dah maun 10 Gi yut wi au, wau bun dah maun een Shing wauk, shing wauk no sa Shi e gwuh ke do dis an naun.

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2. Ireland’s. 1. Schoolcraft did not know an Ojibwe name for this island and named it Castle Island. She appar-

ently wrote the poem Srst in Ojibwe, although no manuscript has been found.

Ka ween ga go, kau wau bun duh e yun Tib ish co, izz henau gooz ze no an 15 Shing wauk wah zhau wush co zid Ween Ait ah kwanaudj e we we Kau ge gay wa zhau soush ko zid

translation

The pine! the pine! I eager cried, The pine, my father! see it stand, As Srst that cherished tree I spied, Returning to my native land. The pine! the pine! oh lovely scene! 5 The pine, that is forever green.

Ah beauteous tree! ah happy sight! That greets me on my native strand And hails me, with a friend’s delight, To my own dear bright mother land 10 Oh ’tis to me a heart- sweet scene, The pine— the pine! that’s ever green.

Not all the trees of En gland bright, Not Erin’s2 lawns of green and light Are half so sweet to memory’s eye, 15 As this dear type of northern sky

Lines Written at Castle Island, Lake Superior1

1838

Here, in my native inland sea, From pain and sickness would I ^ee And from its shores and island bright, Gather a store of sweet delight. Lone islet of the saltless sea 5 How vast is all around—how free! The waves come dashing clear and bright The heavens are blue—the sky is bright And all unites in sweetest strains To tell, here nature only reigns. 10 Ah, nature, here forever sway Far from the haunts of men away For here there are no false displays, No lures to lead in folly’s maze Or fashion’s rounds to hurt or kill, 15 No laws to treat my people ill, But all is glorious, free, and grand, Fresh from the great Creator’s hand.

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1. The text was printed in the Literary Voyager of 1827, by “Leelinau,” one of Schoolcraft’s pen names. The Literary Voyager, or The Muzzeniegun (Ojibwe for “book”) was a handwritten journal that Henry Schoolcraft produced in the winter of

1826– 27; it contained mainly his work but also the work of Jane and others. “Moowis”: excre- ment, dirt. In other versions, the text has been sanitized; a sanitized version appears in Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s Evangeline (1847).

Moowis, the Indian Coquette1

There was a village full of Indians, and a noted belle or muh muh daw go qua was living there. A noted beau or muh muh daw go, nin nie was there also. He and another young man went to court this young woman, and laid down beside her, when she scratched the face of the handsome beau. He went home and would not rise till the family prepared to depart, and he would not then arise. They then left him, as he felt ashamed to be seen even by his own relations. It was winter, and the young man, his rival, who was his cousin, tried all he could to persuade him to go with the family, for it was now winter, but to no purpose, till the whole village had decamped and had gone away. He then rose and gathered all the bits of clothing, and ornaments of beads and other things, that had been left. He then made a coat and leg- gins of the same, nicely trimmed with the beads, and the suit was Sne and complete. After making a pair of moccasins, nicely trimmed, he also made a bow and arrows. He then collected the dirt of the village, and Slled the gar- ments he had made, so as to appear as a man, and put the bow and arrows in its hands, and it came to life. He then desired the dirt image to follow him to the camp of those who had left him, who thinking him dead by this time, were surprized to see him. One of the neighbors took in the dirt- man and entertained him. The belle saw them come and immediately fell in love with him. The family that took him in made a large Sre to warm him, as it was winter. The image said to one of the children, “sit between me and the Sre, it is too hot,” and the child did so, but all smelt the dirt. Some said, “some one has trod on, and brought in dirt.” The master of the family said to the child sitting in front of the guest, “get away from before our guest, you keep the heat from him.” The boy answered saying, “he told me to sit between him and the Sre.” In the meantime, the belle wished the stranger would visit her. The image went to his master, and they went out to different lodges, the image going as directed to the belle[’]s. Towards morning, the image said to the young woman (as he had succeeded) “I must now go away,” but she said, “I will go with you.” He said “it is too far.” She answered, “it is not so far but that I can go with you.” He Srst went to the lodge where he was entertained, and then to his master, and told him of all that had happened, and that he was going off with her. The young man thought it a pity she had treated him so, and how sadly she would be punished. They went off, she following behind. He left her a great way behind, but she continued to follow him. When the sun rose high, she found one of his mittens and picked it up, but to her astonishment, found it full of dirt. She, however took it up and wiped it, and going on further, she found the other mitten in the same condition. She thought, “Se!! why does he do so,” thinking he dirtied in them. She kept Snding different articles of his dress, on the way all day, in the same condi- tion. He kept ahead of her till towards eve ning, when the snow was like

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2. You have led me astray, you are leading me astray (Ojibwe). 1. The text appears in the papers of Henry

Schoolcraft in the Library of Congress in Jane’s hand.

water, having melted by the heat of the day. No signs of her husband appear- ing, after having collected all the cloth[e]s that held him together, she began to cry, not knowing where to go, as their track was lost, on account of the snow’s melting. She kept crying Moowis has led me astray, and she kept sing- ing and crying Moowis nin ge won e win ig, ne won e win ig.2

1827

The Little Spirit, or Boy- Man1

An Odjibwa Tale

There was once a little boy, remarkable for the smallness of his stature. He was living alone with his sister older than himself. They were orphans, and they lived in a beautiful spot on the Lake shore. Many large rocks were scat- tered around their habitation. The boy never grew larger as he advanced in years. One day in winter, he asked his sister to make him a ball to play with along shore on the clear ice. She made one for him but cautioned him not to go too far.— Off he went in high glee, throwing his ball before him and run- ning after it at full speed and he went as fast as his ball. At last his ball ^ew to a great distance. He followed it as fast as he could. After he had run for some time, he saw four dark substances on the ice straight before him. When he came up to the spot he was surprised to see four large, tall men lying on the ice spearing Ssh. When he went up to them, the nearest looked up and in turn was surprised to see such a diminutive being, and turning to his brothers, he said, “Tia! look, see what a little fellow is here!” After they had all looked a moment, they resumed their position, covered their heads intent in searching for Ssh. The boy thought to himself, they imagine me too insig- niScant for common courtesy because they are tall and large. I shall teach them notwithstanding, that I am not to be treated so lightly. After they were covered up the boy saw they had each a large trout lying beside them. He slyly took the one nearest him and placing his Sngers in the gills and tossing his ball before him ran off at full speed. When the man to whom the Ssh belonged looked up, he saw his trout sliding away as if of itself at a great rate, the boy being so small he was not distinguished from the Ssh. He addressed his brothers and said, “See how that tiny boy has stolen my Ssh; what a shame it is he should do so”— The boy reached home, and told his sister to go out and get the Ssh he had brought home. She exclaimed, “Where could you have got it? I hope you have not stolen it.” “O! no,” he replied, “I found it on the ice.” “How,” persisted the Sister, “could you have got it there?”—“No matter,” said the boy, “go and cook it.” He disdained to answer her again, but thought he would one day show her how to appreciate him. She went to the place he left it and there indeed she found a monstrous Trout. She did as she was bid and cooked it for that day’s consumption.— Next morning he went off again as at Srst. When he came near the large men, who Sshed every day, he threw his

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2. Spirit, spirit power.

ball with such force that it rolled into the ice- hole of the man of whom he had stolen the day before. As he happened to raise himself at the time, the boy said, “Nejee, pray hand me my ball.” “No indeed” answered the man, “I shall not,” and thrust the ball under the ice. The boy took hold of his arm and broke it in two in a moment and threw him to one side and picked up his ball which had bounded back from under the ice and tossed it as usual before him. Outstripping its speed, he got home and remained within till the next morning. The man whose arm he had broken hallooed out to his brothers and told them his case and deplored his fate. They hurried to their brother, and as loud as they could roar threatened vengeance on the morrow, knowing the boy’s speed that they could not overtake him and he was near out of sight, yet he heard their threats and awaited their coming in perfect indifference. The four brothers the next morning prepared to take their revenge. Their old mother begged them not to go. “Better” said she, “one only should suffer, than that all should perish, for he must be a Monedo,2 or he could not per- form such feats,” but her sons would not listen and taking their wounded brother along, started for the boy’s lodge having learnt that he lived at the place of rocks. The boy’s Sister thought she heard the noise of snow- shoes on the crusted snow at a distance. Advancing, she saw the large, tall men com- ing straight to their lodge, or rather cave for they lived in a large rock. She ran in with great fear and told her brother the fact. He said, “Why do you mind them? Give me something to eat.” “How can you think of eating at such a time,” she replied—“Do as I request you, and be quick.” She then gave him his dish, which was a large mis- qua- dace shell and he commenced eating. Just then the men came to the door and were about lifting the curtain placed there when the boy- man turned his dish upside- down and immediately the door was closed with a stone. The men tried hard with their clubs to crack it; at length they succeeded in making a slight opening. When one of them peeped in with one eye, the boy- man shot his arrow into his eye and brain and he dropped down dead. The others not knowing what had happened to their brother did the same, and all fell in like manner. Their curiosity was so great to see what the boy was about so they all shared the same fate. After they were killed the boy- man told his sister to go out and see them; she opened the door but feared they were not dead and entered back again hastily and told her fears to her brother. He went out and hacked them in small pieces saying “Henceforth let no man be larger than you are now,” so men became of the present size. When spring came on the boy- man said to his sister, “Make me a new set of arrows and bow.” She obeyed, as he never did any thing himself of a nature that required manual labour. Though he pro- vided for their sustenance, after she made them she again cautioned him not to shoot into the lake; but disregardless of all admonition, he on purpose shot his arrow into the Lake, and waded some distance till he got into deep water and paddled about for his arrow so as to attract the attention of his Sister. She came in haste to the shore calling him to return, but instead of minding her he called out, “Ma- mis- quan- ge- gun- a, be- nau- wa- con- zhe- shin,” that is, “You, of the red "ns come and swallow me.” Immediately that monstrous Ssh came and swallowed him; and seeing his sister standing on the shore in

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despair he hallooed out to her, “Me- zush- ke- zin- ance.” She wondered what he meant, but on re^ection she thought it must be an old mockisin. She accord- ingly tied the old mockisin to a string and fastened it to a tree. The Ssh said to the Boy- man, under water, “What is that ^oating?” The Boy- man, said to the Ssh “Go, take hold of it, swallow it as fast as you can.” The Ssh darted towards the old shoe and swallowed it. The Boy- man laughed in himself, but said nothing, till the Ssh was fairly caught. He then took hold of the line and began to pull himself and Ssh to shore. The Sister, who was watching, was surprised to see so large a Ssh, and hauling it ashore she took her knife and commenced cutting it open. When she heard her brother’s voice inside of the Ssh, saying, “Make haste and release me from this nasty place,” his sister was in such haste that she almost hit his head with her knife but succeeded in making an opening large enough for her Brother to get out. When he was fairly out, he told his sister to cut up the Ssh and dry it as it would last a long time for their sustenance, and said to her, never, never more to doubt his abil- ity in any way. So ends the Story.

c. 1839

LYDIA MARIA CHILD 1802–1880

D uring a literary career that spanned Sfty- Sve years, Lydia Maria Child published forty- seven books, including four novels and numerous uncollected short stories and essays. She wrote on behalf of women’s rights and the rights of Native Americans and was among the most prominent antislavery writers of the nineteenth century. Her New York City newspaper column of the 1840s was read by thousands and helped to create new opportunities for women journalists in the United States. Hailed as “the Srst woman in the republic” by the abolitionist William Lloyd Garrison, Child inspired (and sometimes outraged) her readers while in^uencing such writers as Catharine Sedgwick, Margaret Fuller, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Fanny Fern, and William Wells Brown.

Child was born Lydia Francis on February 11, 1802, the youn gest of the Sve surviving children of Susannah Rand and Convers Francis, a strict Calvinist and prosperous baker in the Boston suburb of Medford, Massachusetts. In 1814 her mother died of tuberculosis, and a year later she was sent to Norridgewock, Maine (at that time still a province of Massachusetts), to live with her married sister, Mary Francis Preston, and attend school. She returned to Massachusetts in 1821, moving in with her brother Convers Francis Jr., who had graduated from Harvard and was then an ordained Unitarian minister in Watertown, Massachusetts. At Convers’s urging, in the summer of 1821 she was received into the Unitarian Church under a new name, Lydia Maria Francis, thus formally breaking from her father’s Calvinist heritage. Henceforth, she preferred to be known by her chosen name, Maria.

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Child began her literary career in 1824 with the historical novel Hobomok: A Tale of Early Times, set in 1670s Salem, Massachusetts, during a time of war between the colo- nists and the Indians led by Metacom (also known as “King Philip”). The aspect of the novel that most caught her contemporaries’ attention was its favorable repre sen ta tion of a marriage between the Wampanoag Indian Hobomok and the white heroine Mary Conant. The reviewer for the North American Review was appalled, proclaiming that the relationship was “not only unnatural, but revolting . . . to every feeling of delicacy in man or woman.” Child took a safer route with her second historical novel, The Rebels, or Boston before the Revolution (1825). Despite the controversy surrounding Hobomok, the two works helped to secure Child’s reputation as a leading novelist of the time.

In 1828 she married the lawyer and abolitionist David Child. His perpetual money problems strained the marriage and placed much of the responsibility for family Snances on Maria Child. As editor of the Juvenile Miscellany, the nation’s Srst suc- cessful children’s magazine (founded by Maria Child in 1826), she had a small income, which she augmented through such pop u lar domestic treatises as The Fru- gal House wife (1829) and The Mother’s Book (1831). These works, while extolling women’s important roles as homemakers and mothers, were also characterized by a concern for women’s rights that culminated in her History of the Condition of Women, in Various Nations and Ages (1835). Margaret Fuller, Elizabeth Cady Stan- ton, and many other feminists were inspired by this pathbreaking history. That same year Child published her third novel, Philothea, set in classical Greece; it was greatly admired by Poe.

Child had written antislavery sketches and essays as early as 1824, but following her marriage to David Child and her introduction to Garrison in 1830, her politics became increasingly radical. She began publishing antislavery Sction in her Juve- nile Miscellany; and in 1833 she published An Appeal in Favor of That Class of Americans Called Africans, the Srst full- scale analysis of slavery and race in the United States. In that book she adopted Garrison’s abolitionist politics, calling for the immediate abolition of slavery in the South; she also attacked northern racism. At a time when radical abolitionism was distrusted in the North, Child bravely took risks and suffered the consequences. After publication of the Appeal, sub- scriptions to the Juvenile Miscellany fell so sharply that she had to give up editing the journal; moreover, the Boston Athenaeum withdrew her borrowing privileges. Nevertheless, Child remained true to her antislavery convictions, publishing The Evils of Slavery, and the Cure for Slavery in 1836, along with a number of antislavery essays and stories during the late 1830s and early 1840s, including “The Quadroons” (1842), which William Wells Brown liberally drew on for his 1853 antislavery novel Clotel.

Living apart from her husband for much of the 1840s (the couple had no chil- dren), Child moved to New York City in 1841 to edit the Garrisonian National Anti- Slavery Standard. Among features that she added to the paper was her column “Letters from New- York,” which she initiated in the issue of August 19, 1841. In May 1843 she resigned from the editorship because of her weariness with factional debates within the newspaper; and in August 1843 she published at her own expense Letters from New- York, a collection of forty- eight of her columns. The Srst printing of Sf- teen hundred copies of Letters sold out by December, and over the next several years the book went through eleven printings. She wrote a similar column for the Boston- Courier and in 1845 published the equally pop u lar Letters from New York, Second Series. In both volumes, Child provided revealing portraits of New York City as it was in the pro cess of eclipsing Boston as the nation’s leading urban center. Addressing such topics as poverty among women and children, pop u lar entertainment, street life, the history of New York City, temperance reform, technological change, and capital punishment, the “Letters” were held together by Child’s belief in the redemp-

tive power of religion, sympathy, and the values associated with domesticity. This middle- class perspective on the special status of feminine values was a powerful spur to all kinds of nineteenth- century reforms and remained an impetus to feminism throughout the nineteenth and twentieth centuries.

As sectional tensions intensiSed during the 1850s, Child engaged the slavery con- ^ict with a new vigor, publishing antislavery works in the New York Tribune and the antislavery periodical Liberty Bell and also the tracts The Patriarchal Institution (1860) and The Duty of Disobedience to the Fugitive Slave Law (1860). Her most widely read text, Correspondence between Lydia Maria Child and Gov. Wise and Mrs. Mason, was also published in 1860 and sold over three hundred thousand copies. In Correspondence, Child defended John Brown, who had raided a federal arsenal in Virginia in 1859 with the hope of inspiring a slave revolt. Later in 1860 Child helped Harriet Jacobs edit her slave narrative, Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl (1861), and arranged for its publication.

The abolition of slavery was a personal triumph for Child. In an effort to help newly freed blacks rise in the culture, she published The Freedman’s Book (1865), a reader with selections by white and black writers about the achievements of people of African descent. Even at this promising moment, however, Child remained con- cerned about the per sis tence of whites’ antiblack racial prejudice. In 1867 she pub- lished her fourth and Snal novel, The Romance of the Republic, which, in the tradition of Hobomok, presented interracial marriage as a possible solution to the problem of racial con^ict in the United States. One year later, in An Appeal for the Indians, she called for social justice for the nation’s Native Americans. Child’s Snal publication in her lifetime was an appreciation of Garrison in the August 1879 issue of the Atlantic Monthly. She died of a heart attack in Wayland, Massachu- setts, on October 20, 1880. Shortly after her death, her friends brought out a vol- ume of her collected letters. The reviewer for the New York Times spoke for Child’s many admirers: “Here was a most remarkable woman, one who lived a great life, but lived it so simply and with such limited consideration for herself that the more you study it the more it grows to be perhaps the truest life that an American woman has yet lived.”

The Quadroons1

“I promised thee a sister tale Of man’s perSdious cruelty; Come then and hear what cruel wrong Befell the dark Ladie.” —Coleridge.2

Not far from Augusta, Georgia, there is a pleasant place called Sand- Hills, appropriated almost exclusively to summer residences for the wealthy inhab- itants of the neighboring city. Among the beautiful cottages that adorn it was one far retired from the public roads, and almost hidden among the trees. It was a perfect model of rural beauty. The piazzas that surrounded it were covered with Clematis and Passion ^ower. The Pride of China mixed its oriental- looking foliage with the majestic magnolia, and the air was redo- lent with the fragrance of ^owers, peeping out from every nook, and nodding

1. First printed in the antislavery compendium The Liberty Bell (1842), the source of the text printed here. Child later reprinted the story in her Fact and Fiction: A Collection of Stories (1846).

2. From “Introduction to the Tale of the Dark Ladie” (1799), by the En glish poet Samuel T. Coleridge (1772– 1834).

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3. Term used in the nineteenth century (less often in the twentieth century) for people thought to be one- fourth black; more generally, “qua- droon,” like “mulatto,” was used for light- skinned people of mixed racial ancestry. 4. In the 15th- century Spanish ballad “The Bride of Andalla” (translated into En glish by John Gib-

son Lockhart), Xarifa is a “Moorish maiden.” The name means “a learned woman” in Arabic. 5. In the style of the Moors— Muslims of north- west Africa known for their art and architecture— and associated with Morocco. 6. Literally, a half tint between whiteness and blackness (Italian).

upon you in bye places, with a most unexpected welcome. The tasteful hand of Art had not learned to imitate the lavish beauty and harmonious disorder of Nature, but they lived together in loving unity, and spoke in according tones. The gateway rose in a Gothic arch, with graceful tracery in iron- work, surmounted by a Cross, around which ^uttered and played the Mountain Fringe, that lightest and most fragile of vines.

The inhabitants of this cottage remained in it all the year round; and perhaps enjoyed most the season that left them without neighbors. To one of the parties, indeed, the fashionable summer residents, that came and went with the butter^ies, were merely neighbors- in- law. The edicts of soci- ety had built up a wall of separation between her and them; for she was a quadroon;3 the daughter of a wealthy merchant of New Orleans, highly cultivated in mind and manners, graceful as an antelope, and beautiful as the eve ning star. She had early attracted the attention of a handsome and wealthy young Georgian; and as their acquaintance increased, the purity and bright intelligence of her mind, inspired him with a far deeper senti- ment than belongs merely to excited passion. It was in fact Love in its best sense— that most perfect landscape of our complex nature, where earth everywhere kisses the sky, but the heavens embrace all; and the lowliest dew- drop re^ects the image of the highest star.

The tenderness of Rosalie’s conscience required an outward form of mar- riage; though she well knew that a union with her proscribed race was unrecognised by law, and therefore the ceremony gave her no legal hold on Edward’s constancy. But her high, poetic nature regarded the reality rather than the semblance of things; and when he playfully asked how she could keep him if he wished to run away, she replied, “Let the church that my mother loved sanction our union, and my own soul will be satisSed, without the protection of the state. If your affections fall from me, I would not, if I could, hold you by a legal fetter.”

It was a marriage sanctioned by Heaven, though unrecognised on earth. The picturesque cottage at Sand- Hills was built for the young bride under her own directions; and there they passed ten as happy years as ever blessed the heart of mortals. It was Edward’s fancy to name their eldest child Xarifa; in commemoration of a Spanish song,4 which had Srst conveyed to his ears the sweet tones of her mother’s voice. Her ^exile form and nimble motions were in harmony with the breezy sound of the name; and its Moorish5 origin was most appropriate to one so emphatically “a child of the sun.” Her com- plexion, of a still lighter brown than Rosalie’s, was rich and glowing as an autumnal leaf. The iris of her large, dark eye had the melting, mezzotinto6 outline, which remains the last vestige of African ancestry, and gives that plaintive expression, so often observed, and so appropriate to that docile and injured race.

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7. Many American abolitionists believed that atti- tudes about race were more enlightened in Eu rope than in the United States. Slavery was abolished in the British Empire in 1834, and France ended

slavery in its colonies in 1848. 8. From “The Dream” (1816), by the En glish poet Lord Byron (1788– 1824).

Xarifa learned no lessons of humility or shame, within her own happy home; for she grew up in the warm atmosphere of father’s and mother’s love, like a ^ower open to the sunshine, and sheltered from the winds. But in sum- mer walks with her beautiful mother, her young cheek often mantled at the rude gaze of the young men, and her dark eye ^ashed Sre, when some con- temptuous epithet met her ear, as white ladies passed them by, in scornful pride and ill- concealed envy.

Happy as Rosalie was in Edward’s love, and surrounded by an outward environment of beauty, so well adapted to her poetic spirit, she felt these incidents with inexpressible pain. For herself, she cared but little; for she had found a sheltered home in Edward’s heart, which the world might ridicule, but had no power to profane. But when she looked at her beloved Xarifa, and re^ected upon the unavoidable and dangerous position which the tyr- anny of society had awarded her, her soul was Slled with anguish. The rare loveliness of the child increased daily, and was evidently ripening into most marvellous beauty. The father rejoiced in it with unmingled pride; but in the deep tenderness of the mother’s eye there was an indwelling sadness, that spoke of anxious thoughts and fearful foreboding.

When Xarifa entered her ninth year, these uneasy feelings found utterance in earnest solicitations that Edward would remove to France, or En gland.7 This request excited but little opposition, and was so attractive to his imag- ination, that he might have overcome all intervening obstacles, had not “a change come o’er the spirit of his dream.”8 He still loved Rosalie; but he was now twenty- eight years old, and, unconsciously to himself, ambition had for some time been slowly gaining an ascendency over his other feelings. The contagion of example had led him into the arena where so much American strength is wasted; he had thrown himself into po liti cal excitement, with all the honest fervor of youthful feeling. His motives had been unmixed with selSshness, nor could he ever deSne to himself when or how sincere patrio- tism took the form of personal ambition. But so it was, that at twenty- eight years old, he found himself an ambitious man, involved in movements which his frank nature would have once abhorred, and watching the doubtful game of mutual cunning with all the Serce excitement of a gambler.

Among those on whom his po liti cal success most depended was a very pop u lar and wealthy man, who had an only daughter. His visits to the house were at Srst of a purely po liti cal nature; but the young lady was pleasing, and he fancied he discovered in her a sort of timid preference for himself. This excited his vanity, and awakened thoughts of the great worldly advantages connected with a union. Reminiscences of his Srst love kept these vague ideas in check for several months; but Rosalie’s image at last became an unwelcome intruder; for with it was associated the idea of restraint. More- over Charlotte, though inferior in beauty, was yet a pretty contrast to her rival. Her light hair fell in silken profusion, her blue eyes were gentle, though inexpressive, and her healthy cheeks were like opening rose- buds.

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9. From Coleridge’s “Prose in Rhyme” (1828).

He had already become accustomed to the dangerous experiment of resist- ing his own inward convictions; and this new impulse to ambition, combined with the strong temptation of variety in love, met the ardent young man weakened in moral principle, and unfettered by laws of the land. The change wrought upon him was soon noticed by Rosalie.

“ In many ways does the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal; But in far more the estranged heart lets know The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show.”9

At length the news of his approaching marriage met her ear. Her head grew dizzy, and her heart fainted within her; but, with a strong effort at composure, she inquired all the particulars; and her pure mind at once took its resolution. Edward came that eve ning, and though she would have fain met him as usual, her heart was too full not to throw a deep sadness over her looks and tones. She had never complained of his decreasing tender- ness, or of her own lonely hours; but he felt that the mute appeal of her heart- broken looks was more terrible than words. He kissed the hand she offered, and with a countenance almost as sad as her own, led her to a win- dow in the recess shadowed by a luxuriant Passion Flower. It was the same seat where they had spent the Srst eve ning in this beautiful cottage, conse- crated to their youthful loves. The same calm, clear moonlight looked in through the trellis. The vine then planted had now a luxuriant growth; and many a time had Edward fondly twined its sacred blossoms with the glossy ringlets of her raven hair. The rush of memory almost overpowered poor Rosalie; and Edward felt too much oppressed and ashamed to break the long, deep silence. At length, in words scarcely audible, Rosalie said, “Tell me, dear Edward, are you to be married next week?” He dropped her hand, as if a ri^e- ball had struck him; and it was not until after long hesitation, that he began to make some reply about the necessity of circumstances. Mildly, but ear- nestly, the poor girl begged him to spare apologies. It was enough that he no longer loved her, and that they must bid farewell. Trusting to the yielding tenderness of her character, he ventured, in the most soothing accents, to suggest that as he still loved her better than all the world, she would ever be his real wife, and they might see each other frequently. He was not prepared for the storm of indignant emotion his words excited. Hers was a passion too absorbing to admit of partnership; and her spirit was too pure to form a self- ish league with crime.

At length this painful interview came to an end. They stood together by the Gothic gate, where they had so often met and parted in the moonlight. Old remembrances melted their souls. “Farewell, dearest Edward,” said Rosalie. “Give me a parting kiss.” Her voice was choked for utterance, and the tears ^owed freely, as she bent her lips toward him. He folded her con- vulsively in his arms, and imprinted a long, impassioned kiss on that mouth, which had never spoken to him but in love and blessing.

With effort like a death- pang, she at length raised her head from his heaving bosom, and turning from him with bitter sobs, she said, “It is our last. To meet thus is henceforth crime. God bless you. I would not have you

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1. A four- wheeled carriage with facing double seats and a seat for the driver.

so miserable as I am. Farewell. A last farewell.” “The last!” exclaimed he, with a wild shriek. “Oh God, Rosalie, do not say that!” and covering his face with his hands, he wept like a child.

Recovering from his emotion, he found himself alone. The moon looked down upon him mild, but very sorrowful; as the Madonna seems to gaze on her worshipping children, bowed down with consciousness of sin. At that moment he would have given worlds to have disengaged himself from Char- lotte; but he had gone so far, that blame, disgrace, and duels with angry relatives, would now attend any effort to obtain his freedom. Oh, how the moonlight oppressed him with its friendly sadness! It was like the plaintive eye of his forsaken one,— like the music of sorrow echoed from an unseen world.

Long and earnestly he gazed at that dwelling, where he had so long known earth’s purest foretaste of heavenly bliss. Slowly he walked away; then turned again to look on that charmed spot, the nestling- place of his young affec- tions. He caught a glimpse of Rosalie, weeping beside a magnolia, which commanded a long view of the path leading to the public road. He would have sprung toward her, but she darted from him, and entered the cottage. That graceful Sgure, weeping in the moonlight, haunted him for years. It stood before his closing eyes, and greeted him with the morning dawn.

Poor Charlotte! had she known all, what a dreary lot would hers have been; but fortunately, she could not miss the impassioned tenderness she had never experienced; and Edward was the more careful in his kindness, because he was deScient in love. Once or twice she heard him murmur, “dear Rosalie,” in his sleep; but the playful charge she brought was play- fully answered, and the incident gave her no real uneasiness. The summer after their marriage, she proposed a residence at Sand- Hills; little aware what a whirlwind of emotion she excited in her husband’s heart. The reasons he gave for rejecting the proposition appeared satisfactory; but she could not quite understand why he was never willing that their afternoon drives should be in the direction of those pleasant rural residences, which she had heard him praise so much. One day, as their barouche1 rolled along a wind- ing road that skirted Sand- Hills, her attention was suddenly attracted by two Sgures among the trees by the way- side; and touching Edward’s arm, she exclaimed, “Do look at that beautiful child!” He turned, and saw Rosalie and Xarifa. His lips quivered, and his face became deadly pale. His young wife looked at him intently, but said nothing. There were points of resemblance in the child, that seemed to account for his sudden emotion. Suspicion was awakened, and she soon learned that the mother of that lovely girl bore the name of Rosalie; with this information came recollections of the “dear Rosa- lie,” murmured in uneasy slumbers. From gossiping tongues she soon learned more than she wished to know. She wept, but not as poor Rosalie had done, for she never had loved, and been beloved, like her; and her nature was more proud. Henceforth a change came over her feelings and her manners; and Edward had no further occasion to assume a tenderness in return for hers. Changed as he was by ambition, he felt the wintry chill of her polite propriety, and sometimes in agony of heart, compared it with the gushing love of her who was indeed his wife.

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2. From The Excursion (1814), by the En glish poet William Wordsworth (1770– 1850).

But these, and all his emotions, were a sealed book to Rosalie, of which she could only guess the contents. With remittances for her and her child’s sup- port, there sometimes came earnest pleadings that she would consent to see him again; but these she never answered, though her heart yearned to do so. She pitied his fair young bride, and would not be tempted to bring sor- row into her house hold by any fault of hers. Her earnest prayer was that she might never know of her existence. She had not looked on Edward since she watched him under the shadow of the magnolia, until his barouche passed her in her rambles some months after. She saw the deadly paleness of his countenance, and had he dared to look back, he would have seen her totter- ing with faintness. Xarifa brought water from a little rivulet, and sprinkled her face. When she revived, she clasped the beloved child to her heart with a vehemence that made her scream. Soothingly she kissed away her fears, and gazed into her beautiful eyes with a deep, deep sadness of expression, which Xarifa never forgot. Wild were the thoughts that pressed around her aching heart, and almost maddened her poor brain; thoughts which had almost driven her to suicide the night of that last farewell. For her child’s sake she conquered the Serce temptation then; and for her sake, she strug- gled with it now. But the gloomy atmosphere of their once happy home over- clouded the morning of Xarifa’s life.

“ She from her mother learnt the trick of grief, And sighed among her playthings.”2

Rosalie perceived this; and it gave her gentle heart unutterable pain. At last, the con^icts of her spirit proved too strong for the beautiful frame in which it dwelt. About a year after Edward’s marriage, she was found dead in her bed, one bright autumnal morning. She had often expressed to her daughter a wish to be buried under a spreading oak, that shaded a rustic garden- chair, in which she and Edward had spent many happy eve nings. And there she was buried; with a small white cross at her head, twined with the cypress vine. Edward came to the funeral, and wept long, very long, at the grave. Hours after midnight, he sat in the recess- window, with Xarifa folded to his heart. The poor child sobbed herself to sleep on his bosom; and the convicted murderer had small reason to envy that wretched man, as he gazed on the lovely countenance, that so strongly reminded him of his early and his only love.

From that time, Xarifa was the central point of all his warmest affections. He employed an excellent old negress to take charge of the cottage, from which he promised his darling child that she should never be removed. He employed a music master, and dancing master, to attend upon her; and a week never passed without a visit from him, and a present of books, pic- tures, or ^owers. To hear her play upon the harp, or repeat some favorite poem in her mother’s earnest accents and melodious tones, or to see her ^exile Sgure ^oat in the garland- dance, seemed to be the highest enjoyment of his life. Yet was the plea sure mixed with bitter thoughts. What would be the destiny of this fascinating young creature, so radiant with life and beauty? She belonged to a proscribed race; and though the brown color on

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3. From “A Poem on the Death of Charlotte Prin- cess of Wales,” by the En glish poet Rann Kennedy (1772– 1851). 4. Francis I, king of France (1494– 1547), is reputed to have said that “a court without ladies is

a year without spring, or a spring without roses.” 5. From The Death of Wallenstein (1799), a play by the German author Friedrich Schiller (1759– 1805).

her soft cheek was scarcely deeper than the sunny side of a golden pear, yet was it sufScient to exclude her from virtuous society. He thought of Rosalie’s wish to carry her to France; and he would have fulSlled it, had he been unmarried. As it was, he inwardly resolved to make some arrangement to effect it, in a few years, even if it involved separation from his darling child.

But alas for the calculations of man! From the time of Rosalie’s death, Edward had sought relief for his wretched feelings in the free use of wine. Xarifa was scarcely Sfteen, when her father was found dead by the road- side; having fallen from his horse, on his way to visit her. He left no will; but his wife with kindness of heart worthy of a happier domestic fate, expressed a decided reluctance to change any of the plans he had made for the beautiful child at Sand- Hills.

Xarifa mourned her indulgent father; but not as one utterly desolate. True she had lived “like a ^ower deep hid in rocky cleft;”3 but the sunshine of love had already peeped in upon her. Her teacher on the harp was a hand- some and agreeable young man of twenty, the only son of an En glish widow. Perhaps Edward had not been altogether unmindful of the result, when he Srst invited him to the ^owery cottage. Certain it is, he had more than once thought what a pleasant thing it would be, if En glish freedom from preju- dice should lead him to offer legal protection to his graceful and winning child. Being thus encouraged, rather than checked, in his admiration, George Elliot could not be otherwise than strongly attracted toward his beautiful pupil. The lonely and unprotected state in which her father’s death left her, deepened this feeling into tenderness. And lucky was it for her enthu- siastic and affectionate nature; for she could not live without an atmosphere of love. In her innocence, she knew nothing of the dangers in her path; and she trusted George with an undoubting simplicity, that rendered her sacred to his noble and generous soul. It seemed as if that ^ower- embosomed nest was consecrated by the Fates to Love. The French have well named it La Belle Passion; for without it life were “a year without spring, or a spring with- out roses.” 4 Except the loveliness of infancy, what does earth offer so much like Heaven, as the happiness of two young, pure, and beautiful beings, living in each other’s hearts?

Xarifa inherited her mother’s poetic and impassioned temperament; and to her, above others, the Srst consciousness of these sweet emotions was like a golden sunrise on the sleeping ^owers.

“Thus stood she at the threshold of the scene Of busy life.

* * * How fair it lay in solemn shade and sheen! And he beside her, like some angel, posted To lead her out of childhood’s fairy land, On to life’s glancing summit, hand in hand.”5

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6. Lanterns (archaic).

Alas, the tempest was brooding over their young heads. Rosalie, though she knew it not, had been the daughter of a slave; whose wealthy master, though he remained attached to her to the end of her days, had carelessly omitted to have papers of manumission recorded. His heirs had lately failed, under circumstances, which greatly exasperated their creditors; and in an unlucky hour, they discovered their claim on Angelique’s grand- child.

The gentle girl, happy as the birds in springtime, accustomed to the fond- est indulgence, surrounded by all the reSnements of life, timid as a young fawn, and with a soul full of romance, was ruthlessly seized by a sheriff, and placed on the public auction- stand in Savannah. There she stood, trembling, blushing, and weeping; compelled to listen to the grossest language, and shrinking from the rude hands that examined the graceful proportions of her beautiful frame. “Stop that,” exclaimed a stern voice, “I bid two thousand dollars for her, without asking any of their d— d questions.” The speaker was probably about forty years of age, with handsome features, but a Serce and proud expression. An older man, who stood behind him, bid two thousand Sve hundred. The Srst bid higher; then a third, a dashing young man, bid three thousand; and thus they went on, with the keen excitement of gam- blers, until the Srst speaker obtained the prize, for the moderate sum of Sve thousand dollars.

And where was George, during this dreadful scene? He was absent on a visit to his mother, at Mobile. But, had he been at Sand- Hills, he could not have saved his beloved from the wealthy pro^igate, who was determined to obtain her at any price. A letter of agonized entreaty from her brought him home on the wings of the wind. But what could he do? How could he ever obtain a sight of her, locked up as she was in the princely mansion of her master? At last by bribing one of the slaves, he conveyed a letter to her, and received one in return. As yet, her purchaser treated her with respectful gentleness, and sought to win her favor, by ^attery and presents; but she dreaded every moment, lest the scene should change, and trembled at the sound of every footfall. A plan was laid for escape. The slave agreed to drug his master’s wine; a ladder of ropes was prepared, and a swift boat was in readiness. But the slave, to obtain a double reward, was treacherous. Xar- ifa had scarcely given an answering signal to the low, cautious whistle of her lover, when the sharp sound of a ri^e was followed by a deep groan, and a heavy fall on the pavement of the court- yard. With frenzied eager- ness she swung herself down by the ladder of ropes, and, by the glancing light of lanthorns,6 saw George, bleeding and lifeless at her feet. One wild shriek, that pierced the brains of those who heard it, and she fell senseless by his side.

For many days she had a confused consciousness of some great agony, but knew not where she was, or by whom she was surrounded. The slow recovery of her reason settled into the most intense melancholy, which moved the com- passion even of her cruel purchaser. The beautiful eyes, always pleading in expression, were now so heart- piercing in their sadness, that he could not endure to look upon them. For some months, he sought to win her smiles by lavish presents, and delicate attentions. He bought glittering chains of gold,

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1. All selections are from the Srst edition, pub- lished in New York and Boston in 1843. The let- ters initially appeared in the New York weekly National Anti- Slavery Standard. Child made small

revisions in all of the letters republished in Letters from New- York. 2. Flowering herb.

and costly bands of pearl. His victim scarcely glanced at them, and the slave laid them away, unheeded and forgotten. He purchased the furniture of the cottage at Sand- Hills, and one morning Xarifa found her harp at the bed- side, and the room Slled with her own books, pictures, and ̂ owers. She gazed upon them with a pang unutterable, and burst into an agony of tears; but she gave her master no thanks, and her gloom deepened.

At last his patience was exhausted. He grew weary of her obstinacy, as he was pleased to term it; and threats took the place of persuasion.

In a few months more, poor Xarifa was a raving maniac. That pure tem- ple was desecrated; that loving heart was broken; and that beautiful head fractured against the wall in the frenzy of despair. Her master cursed the useless expense she had cost him; the slaves buried her; and no one wept at the grave of her who had been so carefully cherished, and so tenderly beloved.

Reader, do you complain that I have written Sction? Believe me, scenes like these are of no unfrequent occurrence at the South. The world does not afford such materials for tragic romance, as the history of the Quadroons.

1842

From Letters from New- York1

Letter XIV

[burying ground of the poor]

February 17, 1842.

I was always eager for the spring- time, but never so much as now. Patience yet a little longer! and I shall Snd delicate bells of the trailing

arbutus,2 fragrant as an infant’s breath, hidden deep, under their coverlid of autumn leaves, like modest worth in this pretending world. My spirit is weary for rural rambles. It is sad walking in the city. The streets shut out the sky, even as commerce comes between the soul and heaven. The busy throng, passing and repassing, fetter freedom, while they offer no sympathy. The loneliness of the soul is deeper, and far more restless, than in the solitude of the mighty forest. Wherever are woods and Selds I Snd a home; each tinted leaf and shining pebble is to me a friend; and wherever I spy a wild ^ower, I am ready to leap up, clap my hands, and exclaim, “Cockatoo! he know me very well!” as did the poor New Zealander, when he recognised a bird of his native clime, in the menageries of London.

But amid these magniScent masses of sparkling marble, hewn in prison, I am all alone. For eight weary months, I have met in the crowded streets but two faces I had ever seen before. Of some, I would I could say that I should

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3. The neighborhood by New York Harbor at the southern tip of Manhattan. 4. During this time, very young children, often

from poor immigrant families, were employed to sell the increasingly pop u lar penny newspapers. 5. Cheap alcoholic drink.

never see them again; but they haunt me in my sleep, and come between me and the morning. Beseeching looks, begging the comfort and the hope I have no power to give. Hungry eyes, that look as if they had pleaded long for sympathy, and at last gone mute in still despair. Through what woful, what frightful masks, does the human soul look forth, leering, peeping, and defying, in this thoroughfare of nations. Yet in each and all lie the capaci- ties of an archangel; as the majestic oak lies enfolded in the acorn that we tread carelessly under foot, and which decays, perchance, for want of soil to root in.

The other day, I went forth for exercise merely, without other hope of enjoyment than a farewell to the setting sun, on the now deserted Battery,3 and a fresh kiss from the breezes of the sea, ere they passed through the polluted city, bearing healing on their wings. I had not gone far, when I met a little ragged urchin, about four years old, with a heap of newspapers, “more big as he could carry,” under his little arm, and another clenched in his small, red Sst.4 The sweet voice of childhood was prematurely cracked into shrillness, by screaming street cries, at the top of his lungs; and he looked blue, cold, and disconsolate. May the angels guard him! How I wanted to warm him in my heart. I stood, looking after him, as he went shivering along. Imagination followed him to the miserable cellar where he probably slept on dirty straw; I saw him ^ogged, after his day of cheerless toil, because he had failed to bring home pence enough for his parents’ grog;5 I saw wicked ones come muttering and beckoning between his young soul and heaven; they tempted him to steal, to avoid the dreaded beating. I saw him, years after, bewildered and frightened, in the police- ofSce, surrounded by hard faces. Their law- jargon conveyed no meaning to his ear, awakened no slum- bering moral sense, taught him no clear distinction between right and wrong; but from their cold, harsh tones, and heartless merriment, he drew the inference that they were enemies; and, as such, he hated them. At that moment, one tone like a mother’s voice might have wholly changed his earthly destiny; one kind word of friendly counsel might have saved him— as if an angel, standing in the genial sunlight, had thrown to him one end of a garland, and gently diminishing the distance between them, had drawn him safely out of the deep and tangled labyrinth, where false echoes and winding paths conspired to make him lose his way.

But watchmen and constables were around him, and they have small fellowship with angels. The strong impulses that might have become over- whelming love for his race, are perverted to the bitterest hatred. He tries the universal resort of weakness against force; if they are too strong for him, he will be too cunning for them. Their cunning is roused to detect his cun- ning: and thus the gallows game is played, with interludes of damnable mer- riment from police reports, whereat the heedless multitude laugh; while angels weep over the slow murder of a human soul.

When, oh when, will men learn that society makes and cherishes the very crimes it so Sercely punishes, and in punishing reproduces?

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6. All verses in the letters reprinted here are probably by Child unless otherwise noted. 7. Pennies.

8. Child refers to the prevailing idea that giving charity to the poor encourages de pen den cy and keeps them poor.

“The key of knowledge Srst ye take away, And then, because ye’ve robbed him, ye enslave; Ye shut out from him the sweet light of day, And then, because he’s in the dark, ye pave The road, that leads him to his wished- for grave, With stones of stumbling: then, if he but tread Darkling and slow, ye call him “fool” and “knave”— Doom him to toil, and yet deny him bread: Chains round his limbs ye throw, and curses on his head.” 6

God grant the little shivering carrier- boy a brighter destiny than I have foreseen for him.

A little further on, I encountered two young boys Sghting furiously for some coppers,7 that had been given them and had fallen on the pavement. They had matted black hair, large, lustrous eyes, and an olive complexion. They were evidently foreign children, from the sunny clime of Italy or Spain, and nature had made them subjects for an artist’s dream. Near by on the cold stone steps, sat a ragged, emaciated woman, whom I conjectured, from the resemblance of her large, dark eyes, might be their mother; but she looked on their Sght with languid indifference, as if seeing, she saw it not. I spoke to her, and she shook her head in a mournful way, that told me she did not understand my language. Poor, forlorn wanderer! would I could place thee and thy beautiful boys under shelter of sun- ripened vines, surrounded by the music of thy mother- land! Pence I will give thee, though po liti cal economy reprove the deed.8 They can but appease the hunger of the body; they can- not soothe the hunger of thy heart; that I obey the kindly impulse may make the world none the better— perchance some iota the worse; yet I must needs follow it— I cannot otherwise.

I raised my eyes above the woman’s weather- beaten head, and saw behind the window, of clear, plate glass, large vases of gold and silver, curiously wrought. They spoke signiScantly of the sad contrasts in this disordered world; and excited in my mind whole volumes, not of po liti cal, but of angelic economy. “Truly,” said I, “if the Law of Love prevailed, vases of gold and silver might even more abound— but no homeless outcast would sit shiver- ing beneath their glittering mockery. All would be richer, and no man the poorer. When will the world learn its best wisdom? When will the mighty discord come into heavenly harmony?” I looked at the huge stone structures of commercial wealth, and they gave an answer that chilled my heart. Weary of city walks, I would have turned homeward; but nature, ever true and harmonious, beckoned to me from the Battery, and the glowing twilight gave me friendly welcome. It seemed as if the dancing Spring Hours had thrown their rosy mantles on old silvery winter in the lavishness of youthful love.

I opened my heart to the gladsome in^uence, and forgot that earth was not a mirror of the heavens. It was but for a moment; for there under the lea^ess trees, lay two ragged little boys, asleep in each other’s arms. I remembered

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having read in the police reports, the day before, that two little children, thus found, had been taken up as vagabonds. They told, with simple pathos, how both their mothers had been dead for months; how they had formed an inti- mate friendship, had begged together, ate together, hungered together and together slept uncovered beneath the steel- cold stars.

The twilight seemed no longer warm; and brushing away a tear, I walked hastily homeward. As I turned into the street where God has provided me with a friendly shelter, something lay across my path. It was a woman, appar- ently dead; with garments all draggled in New- York gutters, blacker than waves of the infernal rivers. Those who gathered around, said she had fallen in intoxication, and was rendered senseless by the force of the blow. They carried her to the watch- house,9 and the doctor promised she should be well attended. But, alas, for watch- house charities to a breaking heart! I could not bring myself to think otherwise than that hers was a breaking heart. Could she but give a full revelation of early emotions checked in their full and kindly ^ow, of affections repressed, of hopes blighted, and energies misemployed through ignorance, the heart would kindle and melt, as it does when genius stirs its deepest recesses.

It seemed as if the voice of human wo was destined to follow me through the whole of that unblest day. Late in the night I heard the sound of voices in the street, and raising the window, saw a poor, staggering woman in the hands of a watchman. My ear caught the words, “Thank you kindly, sir. I should like to go home.” The sad and humble accents in which the simple phrase was uttered, the dreary image of the watch- house, which that poor wretch dreamed was her home, proved too much for my overloaded sympa- thies. I hid my face in the pillow, and wept; for “my heart was almost break- ing with the misery of my kind.”

I thought, then, that I would walk no more abroad, till the Selds were green. But my mind and body grow alike impatient of being enclosed within walls; both ask for the free breeze, and the wide, blue dome that overarches and embraces all. Again I rambled forth, under the February sun, as mild and genial as the breath of June. Heart, mind, and frame grew glad and strong, as we wandered on, past the old Stuyvesant church,1 which a few years agone was surrounded by Selds and Dutch farm- houses, but now stands in the midst of peopled streets;— and past the trim, new houses, with their green verandahs, in the airy suburbs. Following the railroad, which lay far beneath our feet, as we wound our way over the hills, we came to the burying- ground of the poor. Weeds and brambles grew along the sides, and the stubble of last year’s grass waved over it, like dreary memories of the past; but the sun smiled on it, like God’s love on the desolate soul. It was inexpressibly touching to see the frail memorials of affection, placed there by hearts crushed under the weight of poverty. In one place was a small rude cross of wood, with the initials J.S. cut with a penknife, and apparently Slled with ink. In another a small hoop had been bent into the form of a heart, painted green, and nailed on a stick at the head of the grave. On one upright shingle was painted

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9. A place where those under temporary arrest or in need of assistance were kept. 1. Built in 1799 in the Bowery neighborhood of lower Manhattan on what had been the estate of

Peter Stuyvesant (1592– 1672), the Dutch colonial governor of New Amsterdam. Stuyvesant himself is entombed in the church’s graveyard.

only “Mutter;” the German word for Mother. On another was scrawled, as if with charcoal, “So ruhe wohl, du unser liebes kind.” (Rest well, our beloved child.) One recorded life’s brief history thus: “H.G. born in Bavaria; died in New- York.” Another short epitaph, in French, told that the sleeper came from the banks of the Seine.

The predominance of foreign epitaphs affected me deeply. Who could now tell with what high hopes those departed ones had left the heart- homes of Germany, the sunny hills of Spain, the laughing skies of Italy, or the wild beauty of Switzerland? Would not the friends they had left in their child- hood’s home, weep scalding tears to Snd them in a pauper’s grave, with their initials rudely carved on a fragile shingle? Some had not even these frail memorials. It seemed there was none to care whether they lived or died. A wide, deep trench was open; and there I could see piles of unpainted cofSns heaped one upon the other, left uncovered with earth, till the yawning cavity was Slled with its hundred tenants.

Returning homeward, we passed a Catholic burying- ground. It belonged to the upper classes, and was Slled with marble monuments, covered with long inscriptions. But none of them touched my heart like that rude shingle, with the simple word “Mutter” inscribed thereon. The gate was open, and hundreds of Irish, in their best Sunday clothes, were stepping reverently among the graves, and kissing the very sods. Tenderness for the dead is one of the loveliest features of their nation and their church.

The eve ning was closing in, as we returned, thoughtful, but not gloomy. Bright lights shone through crimson, blue, and green, in the apothecaries’ windows, and were re^ected in prismatic beauty from the dirty pools in the street. It was like poetic thoughts in the minds of the poor and ignorant; like the memory of pure aspirations in the vicious; like a rainbow of promise, that God’s spirit never leaves even the most degraded soul. I smiled, as my spirit gratefully accepted this love- token from the outward; and I thanked our heavenly Father for a world beyond this.

Letter XX

[birds]

June 9, 1842.

There is nothing which makes me feel the imprisonment of a city, like the absence of birds. Blessings on the little warblers! Lovely types are they of all winged and graceful thoughts. Dr. Follen2 used to say, “I feel dependent for a vigorous and hopeful spirit on now and then a kind word, the loud laugh of a child, or the silent greeting of a ^ower.” Fully do I sympathize with this utterance of his gentle, and loving spirit; but more than the benediction of the ^ower, more perhaps than even the mirth of childhood, is the clear, joy- ous note of the bird, a refreshment to my soul.

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2. The Srst professor of German literature at Harvard, the German émigré Charles Follen (1796– 1840) lost his job in 1835 after he espoused antislavery sentiments. He died in a steamboat accident.

3. In lower Manhattan near what was then the crime- ridden area of Five Points. 4. The revolutionary leader Alexandre Pétion

(1770– 1818) was the Srst president of the Repub- lic of Haiti after the nation gained its in de pen- dence from France.

“The birds! the birds of summer hours They bring a gush of glee, To the child among the fragrant ^owers, To the sailor on the sea. We hear their thrilling voices In their swift and airy ^ight, And the inmost heart rejoices With a calm and pure delight. Amid the morning’s fragrant dew, Amidst the mists of even, They warble on, as if they drew Their music down from Heaven. And when their holy anthems Come pealing through the air, Our hearts leap forth to meet them, With a blessing and a prayer.”

But alas! like the free voices of fresh youth, they come not on the city air. Thus should it be; where mammon imprisons all thoughts and feelings that would ^y upward, their winged types should be in cages too. Walk down Mulberry street,3 and you may see, in one small room, hundreds of little feathered songsters, each hopping about restlessly in his gilded and garlanded cage, like a dyspeptic mer- chant in his marble mansion. I always turn my head away when I pass; for the sight of the little captives goes through my heart like an arrow. The darling little creatures have such visible delight in freedom;

“In the joyous song they sing; In the liquid air they cleave; In the sunshine; in the shower; In the nests they weave.”

I seldom see a bird encaged, without being reminded of Petion,4 a truly great man, the pop u lar idol of Haiti, as Washington is of the United States.

While Petion administered the government of the island, some distin- guished foreigner sent his little daughter a beautiful bird, in a very hand- some cage. The child was delighted, and with great exultation exhibited the present to her father. “It is indeed very beautiful, my daughter,” said he; “but it makes my heart ache to look at it. I hope you will never show it to me again.”

With great astonishment, she inquired his reasons. He replied, “When this island was called St. Domingo, we were all slaves. It makes me think of it to look at that bird; for he is a slave.”

The little girl’s eyes Slled with tears, and her lips quivered, as she exclaimed, “Why, father! he has such a large, handsome cage; and as much as ever he can eat and drink.”

“And would you be a slave,” said he, “if you could live in a great house, and be fed on frosted cake?”

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5. The name given to the site in Salem, Massachusetts, where those accused of witchcraft were exe- cuted during the trials of 1692. “Animal magnetism”: mesmerism, a form of hypnotism.

After a moment’s thought, the child began to say, half reluctantly, “Would he be happier, if I opened the door of his cage?” “He would be free!” was the emphatic reply. Without another word, she took the cage to the open win- dow, and a moment after, she saw her prisoner playing with the humming- birds among the honey- suckles.

One of the most remarkable cases of instinctive knowledge in birds was often related by my grandfather, who witnessed the fact with his own eyes. He was attracted to the door, one summer day, by a troubled twittering, indicating distress and terror. A bird, who had built her nest in a tree near the door, was ^ying back and forth with the utmost speed, uttering wailing cries as she went. He was at Srst at a loss to account for her strange move- ments; but they were soon explained by the sight of a snake slowly winding up the tree.

Animal magnetism was then unheard of; and whosoever had dared to mention it, would doubtless have been hung on Witch’s Hill,5 without ben- eSt of clergy. Nevertheless, marvellous and altogether unaccountable sto- ries had been told of the snake’s power to charm birds. The pop u lar belief was that the serpent charmed the bird by looking steadily at it; and that such a sympathy was thereby established, that if the snake were struck, the bird felt the blow, and writhed under it.

These traditions excited my grandfather’s curiosity to watch the progress of things; but, being a humane man, he resolved to kill the snake before he had a chance to despoil the nest. The distressed mother meanwhile contin- ued her rapid movements and troubled cries; and he soon discovered that she went and came continually, with something in her bill, from one par- tic u lar tree— a white ash. The snake wound his way up; but the instant his head came near the nest, his folds relaxed, and he fell to the ground rigid, and apparently lifeless. My grandfather made sure of his death by cutting off his head, and then mounted the tree to examine into the mys- tery. The snug little nest was Slled with eggs, and covered with leaves of the white ash!

That little bird knew, if my readers do not, that contact with the white ash is deadly to a snake. This is no idle superstition, but a veritable fact in natural history. The Indians are aware of it, and twist garlands of white ash leaves about their ankles, as a protection against rattlesnakes. Slaves often take the same precaution when they travel through swamps and forests, guided by the north star; or to the cabin of some poor white man, who teaches them to read and write by the light of pine splinters, and receives his pay in “massa’s” corn or tobacco.

I have never heard any explanation of the effect produced by the white ash; but I know that settlers in the wilderness like to have these trees round their log houses, being convinced that no snake will voluntarily come near them. When touched with the boughs, they are said to grow suddenly rigid, with strong convulsions; after a while they slowly recover, but seem sickly for some time.

The following well authenticated anecdote has something wonderfully human about it:

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A parrot had been caught young, and trained by a Spanish lady, who sold it to an En glish sea- captain. For a time the bird seemed sad among the fogs of En gland, where birds and men all spoke to her in a foreign tongue. By degrees, however, she learned the language, forgot her Spanish phrases, and seemed to feel at home. Years passed on, and found Pretty Poll the pet of the captain’s family. At last her brilliant feathers began to turn gray with age; she could take no food but soft pulp, and had not strength enough to mount her perch. But no one had the heart to kill the old favourite, she was entwined with so many pleasant house hold recollections. She had been some time in this feeble condition, when a Spanish gentleman called one day to see her master. It was the Srst time she had heard the language for many years. It probably brought back to memory the scenes of her youth in that beautiful region of vines and sunshine. She spread forth her wings with a wild scream of joy, rapidly ran over the Spanish phrases, which she had not uttered for years, and fell down dead.

There is something strangely like reason in this. It makes one want to know whence comes the bird’s soul, and whither goes it.

There are different theories on the subject of instinct. Some consider it a special revelation to each creature; others believe it is founded on traditions handed down among animals, from generation to generation, and is therefore a matter of education. My own observation, two years ago, tends to conSrm the latter theory. Two barn- swallows came into our wood- shed in the spring time. Their busy, earnest twitterings led me at once to suspect that they were looking out a building- spot; but as a carpenter’s bench was under the window, and frequent hammering, sawing, and planing were going on, I had little hope they would choose a location under our roof. To my surprise, however, they soon began to build in the crotch of a beam, over the open door- way. I was delighted, and spent more time watching them, than “penny- wise” people would have approved. It was, in fact, a beautiful little drama of domestic love. The mother- bird was so busy, and so important; and her mate was so attentive! Never did any newly- married couple take more satisfaction with their Srst nicely- arranged drawer of baby- clothes, than these did in fashioning their little woven cradle.

The father- bird scarcely ever left the side of the nest. There he was, all day long, twittering in tones that were most obviously the outpourings of love. Sometimes he would bring in a straw, or a hair, to be inwoven in the precious little fabric. One day my attention was arrested by a very unusual twittering, and I saw him circling round with a large downy feather in his bill. He bent over the unSnished nest, and offered it to his mate with the most graceful and loving air imaginable; and when she put up her mouth to take it, he poured forth such a gush of gladsome sound! It seemed as if pride and affection had swelled his heart, till it was almost too big for his little bosom. The whole transaction was the prettiest piece of fond coquetry, on both sides, that it was ever my good luck to witness.

It was evident that the father- bird had formed correct opinions on “the woman question;” 6 for during the pro cess of incubation he volunteered to per-

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6. Women’s rights; see “Letter XXXIV” on p. 166.

form his share of house hold duty. Three or four times a day would he, with coaxing twitterings, persuade his patient mate to ^y abroad for food; and the moment she left the eggs, he would take the maternal station, and give a loud alarm whenever cat or dog came about the premises. He certainly performed the ofSce with far less ease and grace than she did; it was some- thing in the style of an old bachelor tending a babe; but nevertheless it showed that his heart was kind, and his principles correct, concerning divi- sion of labour. When the young ones came forth, he pursued the same equal- izing policy, and brought at least half the food for his greedy little family.

But when they became old enough to ^y, the veriest misanthrope would have laughed to watch their manœuvres! Such chirping and twittering! Such diving down from the nest, and ^ying up again! Such wheeling round in cir- cles, talking to the young ones all the while! Such clinging to the sides of the shed with their sharp claws, to show the timid little ^edgelings that there was no need of falling!

For three days all this was carried on with increasing activity. It was obvi- ously an infant ^ying school. But all their talking and fussing was of no avail. The little downy things looked down, and then looked up, and alarmed at the inSnity of space, sunk down into the nest again. At length the parents grew impatient, and summoned their neighbours. As I was picking up chips one day, I found my head encircled with a swarm of swallows. They ^ew up to the nest, and chatted away to the young ones; they clung to the walls, looking back to tell how the thing was done; they dived, and wheeled, and balanced, and ^oated, in a manner perfectly beautiful to behold.

The pupils were evidently much excited. They jumped up on the edge of the nest, and twittered, and shook their feathers, and waved their wings; and then hopped back again, saying, “It’s pretty sport, but we can’t do it.”

Three times the neighbours came in and repeated their graceful lessons. The third time, two of the young birds gave a sudden plunge downward, and then ^uttered and hopped, till they alighted on a small upright log. And oh, such praises as were warbled by the whole troop! The air was Slled with their joy! Some were ̂ ying round, swift as a ray of light; others were perched on the hoe- handle, and the teeth of the rake; multitudes clung to the wall, after the fashion of their pretty kind; and two were swinging, in most grace- ful style, on a pendant hoop. Never while memory lasts, shall I forget that swallow party! I have frolicked with blessed Nature much and often; but this, above all her gambols, spoke into my inmost heart, like the glad voices of little children. That beautiful family continued to be our playmates, until the falling leaves gave token of approaching winter. For some time, the little ones came home regularly to their nest at night. I was ever on the watch to welcome them, and count that none were missing. A sculptor might have taken a lesson in his art, from those little creatures perched so gracefully on the edge of their clay- built cradle, fast asleep, with heads hidden under their folded wings. Their familiarity was wonderful. If I hung my gown on a nail, I found a little swallow perched on the sleeve. If I took a nap in the afternoon, my waking eyes were greeted by a swallow on the bed- post; in the summer twilight, they ^ew about the sitting- room in search of ^ies, and sometimes lighted on chairs and tables. I almost thought they knew how much I loved them. But at last they ^ew away to more genial skies, with a whole troop of

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7. Though Child gives the date as January 1843, this letter draws on her columns of February 16, 1843, and February 23, 1843, in the National Anti- Slavery Standard.

relations and neighbours. It was a deep pain to me, that I should never know them from other swallows, and that they would have no recollection of me. We had lived so friendly together, that I wanted to meet them in another world, if I could not in this; and I wept, as a child weeps at its Srst grief.

There was somewhat, too, in their beautiful life of loving freedom which was a reproach to me. Why was not my life as happy and as graceful as theirs? Because they were innocent, conSding, and unconscious, they fulSlled all the laws of their being without obstruction.

“Inward, inward to thy heart, Kindly Nature, take me; Lovely, even as thou art, Full of loving, make me. Thou knowest nought of dead- cold forms, Knowest nought of littleness; Lifeful truth thy being warms, Majesty and earnestness.”

The old Greeks observed a beautiful festival, called “The Welcome of the Swallows.” When these social birds Srst returned in the spring- time, the children went about in pro cession, with music and garlands; receiving pres- ents at every door, where they stopped to sing a welcome to the swallows, in that graceful old language, so melodious even in its ruins, that the listener feels as if the brilliant azure of Grecian skies, the breezy motion of their olive groves, and the gush of their silvery fountains, had all passed into a monu- ment of liquid and harmonious sounds.

Letter XXXIV

[women’s rights]

January, 1843.7

You ask what are my opinions about “Women’s Rights.” I confess, a strong distaste to the subject, as it has been generally treated. On no other theme, probably, has there been uttered so much of false, mawkish sentiment, shal- low philosophy, and sputtering, farthing- candle wit. If the style of its advo- cates has often been offensive to taste, and unacceptable to reason, assuredly that of its opponents have been still more so. College boys have amused them- selves with writing dreams, in which they saw women in hotels, with their feet hoisted, and chairs tilted back, or growling and bickering at each other in legislative halls, or Sghting at the polls, with eyes blackened by Ssticuffs. But it never seems to have occurred to these facetious writers, that the pro- ceedings which appear so ludicrous and improper in women, are also ridic- ulous and disgraceful in men. It were well that men should learn not to hoist their feet above their heads, and tilt their chairs backward, not to growl and snap in the halls of legislation, or give each other black eyes at the polls.

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8. Child paraphrases from Letters for Literary Ladies (1795) by the Irish author Maria Edge- worth (1767– 1849), who was also known for her novels and children’s books. 9. En glish writer (1802– 1876) who supported the abolitionist cause, defended Child’s antislav- ery activities in an 1838 issue of the Westminster Review, and achieved notoriety in the United

States for her travel narrative Society in America (1837), which was highly critical of American society. In Society in America, the likely source of Child’s paraphrased quotation, she also addressed issues of women’s rights. 1. Matthew 5.5, from Jesus’s sermon on virtue, known as the Sermon on the Mount.

Maria Edgeworth8 says, “We are disgusted when we see a woman’s mind overwhelmed with a torrent of learning; that the tide of literature has passed over it should be betrayed only by its fertility.” This is beautiful and true; but is it not likewise applicable to man? The truly great never seek to display themselves. If they carry their heads high above the crowd, it is only made manifest to others by accidental revelations of their extended vision. “Human duties and proprieties do not lie so very far apart,” said Harriet Martineau;9 “if they did, there would be two gospels, and two teachers, one for man, and another for woman.”

It would seem, indeed, as if men were willing to give women the exclusive beneSt of gospel- teaching. “Women should be gentle,” say the advocates of subordination; but when Christ said, “Blessed are the meek,”1 did he preach to women only? “Girls should be modest,” is the language of common teach- ing, continually uttered in words and customs. Would it not be an improve- ment for men, also, to be scrupulously pure in manners, conversation, and life? Books addressed to young married people abound with advice to the wife, to control her temper, and never to utter wearisome complaints, or vexa- tious words, when the husband comes home fretful or unreasonable, from his out- of- doors con^icts with the world. Would not the advice be as excellent and appropriate, if the husband were advised to conquer his fretfulness, and forbear his complaints, in consideration of his wife’s ill- health, fatiguing cares, and the thousand disheartening in^uences of domestic routine? In short, whatsoever can be named as loveliest, best, and most graceful in woman, would likewise be good and graceful in man. You will perhaps remind me of courage. If you use the word in its highest signiScation, I answer that woman, above others, has abundant need of it, in her pilgrimage; and the true woman wears it with a quiet grace. If you mean mere animal courage, that is not mentioned in the Sermon on the Mount, among those qualities which enable us to inherit the earth, or become the children of God. That the feminine ideal approaches much nearer to the gospel standard, than the prevalent idea of manhood, is shown by the universal tendency to represent the Saviour and his most beloved disciple with mild, meek expression, and feminine beauty. None speak of the bravery, the might, or the intellect of Jesus; but the dev il is always imagined as a being of acute intellect, po liti cal cunning, and the Sercest courage. These universal and instinctive tenden- cies of the human mind reveal much.

That the present position of women in society is the result of physical force, is obvious enough; whosoever doubts it, let her re^ect why she is afraid to go out in the eve ning without the protection of a man. What constitutes the danger of aggression? Superior physical strength, uncontrolled by the moral sentiments. If physical strength were in complete subjection to moral

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2. Turkic- speaking people of central Asia. 3. From the En glish essayist William Hazlitt (1778– 1830), though, because of the paraphras- ing, the actual source is obscure. Stephen’s: Child may have been referring to the pop u lar travel writer John Lloyd Stephens (1805– 1852), author of Incidents of Travel in Greece, Turkey, Rus sia, and Poland (1838) and several other works. 4. To be regarded as property, like a slave.

5. The En glish evangelical writer (1745– 1833) who argued in favor of aspects of women’s subor- dination. Her best- known work was Strictures on the Modern System of Female Education (1799), the probable source of Child’s paraphrase. 6. More (1746– 1819) worked with her better- known sister on educational projects, including schools for the poor (“Charity Schools”). The source for the quote is unclear.

in^uence, there would be no need of outward protection. That animal instinct and brute force now govern the world, is painfully apparent in the condition of women everywhere; from the Morduan Tartars,2 whose cere- mony of marriage consists in placing the bride on a mat, and consigning her to the bridegroom, with the words, “Here, wolf, take thy lamb,”— to the Ger- man remark, that “stiff ale, stinging tobacco, and a girl in her smart dress, are the best things.” The same thing, softened by the reSnements of civiliza- tion, peeps out in Stephen’s remark, that “woman never looks so interesting, as when leaning on the arm of a soldier:” and in Hazlitt’s complaint that “it is not easy to keep up a conversation with women in company. It is thought a piece of rudeness to differ from them; it is not quite fair to ask them a reason for what they say.”3

This sort of politeness to women is what men call gallantry; an odious word to every sensible woman, because she sees that it is merely the ^imsy veil which foppery throws over sensuality, to conceal its grossness. So far is it from indicating sincere esteem and affection for women, that the pro^igacy of a nation may, in general, be fairly mea sured by its gallantry. This taking away rights, and condescending to grant privileges, is an old trick of the physi- cal force principle; and with the im mense majority, who only look on the surface of things, this mask effectually disguises an ugliness, which would otherwise be abhorred. The most inveterate slaveholders are probably those who take most pride in dressing their house hold servants handsomely, and who would be most ashamed to have the name of being unnecessarily cruel. And pro^igates, who form the lowest and most sensual estimate of women, are the very ones to treat them with an excess of outward deference.

There are few books, which I can read through, without feeling insulted as a woman; but this insult is almost universally conveyed through that which was intended for praise. Just imagine, for a moment, what impression it would make on men, if women authors should write about their “rosy lips,” and “melting eyes,” and “voluptuous forms,” as they write about us! That women in general do not feel this kind of ^attery to be an insult, I readily admit; for, in the Srst place, they do not perceive the gross chattel- principle,4 of which it is the utterance; moreover, they have, from long habit, become accustomed to consider themselves as house hold con ve niences, or gilded toys. Hence, they consider it feminine and pretty to abjure all such use of their faculties, as would make them co- workers with man in the advancement of those great principles, on which the progress of society depends. “There is perhaps no animal,” say Hannah More,5 “so much indebted to subordination, for its good behaviour, as woman.” Alas, for the animal age, in which such utterance could be tolerated by public sentiment!

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7. En glish statesman William Pitt (1759– 1806), celebrated for his oratory. 8. Emerson Srst delivered this lecture in Boston on January 10, 1838. 9. In book 4 of Milton’s Paradise Lost (1667, 1674), Eve declares to Adam before they fall

asleep: “God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more is woman’s happiest knowledge and her praise” (lines 637– 38). 1. Alexander Kinmont (1799– 1838), American ethnologist.

struggling to speak, and I was in a sort of agony; but I recollected that I had heard, somewhere, a woman must not speak in the church. Oh, had she been buried in the church yard, a messenger from Mr. Pitt7 himself should not have restrained me; for I seemed to have received a message from a higher Master within.”

This application of theological teaching carries its own commentary. I have said enough to show that I consider prevalent opinions and customs

highly unfavourable to the moral and intellectual development of women: and I need not say, that, in proportion to their true culture, women will be more useful and happy, and domestic life more perfected. True culture, in them, as in men, consists in the full and free development of individual character, regulated by their own perceptions of what is true, and their own love of what is good.

This individual responsibility is rarely acknowledged, even by the most reSned, as necessary to the spiritual progress of women. I once heard a very beautiful lecture from R.W. Emerson, on Being and Seeming.8 In the course of many remarks, as true as they were graceful, he urged women to be, rather than seem. He told them that all their laboured education of forms, strict observance of genteel etiquette, tasteful arrangement of the toilette, &c, all this seeming would not gain hearts like being truly what God made them; that earnest simplicity, the sincerity of nature, would kindle the eye, light up the countenance, and give an inexpressible charm to the plainest features.

The advice was excellent, but the motive, by which it was urged, brought a ^ush of indignation over my face. Men were exhorted to be, rather than to seem, that they might fulSl the sacred mission for which their souls were embodied; that they might, in God’s freedom, grow up into the full stature of spiritual manhood; but women were urged to simplicity and truthfulness, that they might become more pleasing.

Are we not all immortal beings? Is not each one responsible for himself and herself? There is no mea sur ing the mischief done by the prevailing tendency to teach women to be virtuous as a duty to man, rather than to God— for the sake of pleasing the creature, rather than the Creator. “God is thy law, thou mine,” said Eve to Adam.9 May Milton be forgiven for sending that thought “out into everlasting time” in such a jewelled setting. What weakness, vanity, frivolity, inSrmity of moral purpose, sinful ^exibility of principle— in a word, what soul- sti^ing, has been the result of thus putting man in the place of God!

But while I see plainly that society is on a false foundation, and that pre- vailing views concerning women indicate the want of wisdom and purity, which they serve to perpetuate— still, I must acknowledge that much of the talk about Women’s Rights offends both my reason and my taste. I am not of those who maintain there is no sex in souls; nor do I like the results deducible from that doctrine. Kinmont,1 in his admirable book, called the

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2. Kinmont’s Twelve Lectures on the National History of Man, and the Rise and Progress of Phi-

losophy (1839). 3. Allusion to the great urban hotels of the time.

Natural History of Man, speaking of the warlike courage of the ancient German women, and of their being respectfully consulted on important public affairs, says: “You ask me if I consider all this right, and deserving of approbation? or that women were here engaged in their appropriate tasks? I answer, yes; it is just as right that they should take this interest in the hon- our of their country, as the other sex. Of course, I do not think that women were made for war and battle; neither do I believe that men were. But since the fashion of the times had made it so, and settled it that war was a neces- sary element of greatness, and that no safety was to be procured without it, I argue that it shows a healthful state of feeling in other respects, that the feelings of both sexes were equally enlisted in the cause; that there was no division in the house, or the State; and that the serious pursuits and objects of the one were also the serious pursuits and objects of the other.”2

The nearer society approaches to divine order, the less separation will there be in the characters, duties, and pursuits of men and women. Women will not become less gentle and graceful, but men will become more so. Women will not neglect the care and education of their children, but men will Snd themselves ennobled and reSned by sharing those duties with them; and will receive, in return, co- operation and sympathy in the discharge of various other duties, now deemed inappropriate to women. The more women become rational companions, partners in business and in thought, as well as in affection and amusement, the more highly will men appreci- ate home— that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps to carry it thither, as on an angel’s wings.

“Domestic bliss, That can, the world eluding, be itself A world enjoyed; that wants no witnesses But its own sharers, and approving heaven; That, like a ^ower deep hid in rocky cleft, Smiles, though ’tis looking only at the sky.”

Alas, for these days of Astor houses, and Tremonts, and Albions!3 where families exchange comfort for costliness, Sreside retirement for ^irtation and ^aunting, and the simple, healthful, cozy meal, for gravies and gout, dainties and dyspepsia. There is no characteristic of my countrymen which I regret so deeply, as their slight degree of adhesiveness to home. Closely intertwined with this instinct, is the religion of a nation. The Home and the Church bear a near relation to each other. The French have no such word as home in their language, and I believe they are the least reverential and religious of all the Christian nations. A Frenchman had been in the habit of visiting a lady constantly for several years, and being alarmed at a report that she was sought in marriage, he was asked why he did not marry her himself. “Marry her!” exclaimed he; “Good heavens! where should I spend my eve nings?” The idea of domestic happiness was altogether a foreign idea to his soul, like a word that conveyed no meaning. Religious sentiment in France leads the same roving life as the domestic affections; breakfasting

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4. American Unitarian minister and author, William Ellery Channing (1780– 1842) empha- sized religious tolerance. Louis Philippe (1773– 1850) was king of France from 1840 to 1848, when he was deposed. 5. Payment for the use of a chapel or church seat. The Scottish- born author Thomas Carlyle (1795– 1881) detested the philosophy of the French writer Denis Diderot (1713– 1784) and other exemplars of the radical Enlightenment; see his 1833 essay “Diderot,” the source of Child’s para- phrase. 6. This letter draws on three columns Child pub- lished in the National Anti- Slavery Standard: Jan- uary 5, 1843; March 2, 1843; March 23, 1843. 7. The American impresario P. T. Barnum (1810– 1891) established the American Museum in

lower Manhattan, at the intersection of Broad- way and Ann, in 1841. He made it a pop u lar des- tination by combining sideshows, exhibitions of scientiSc curiosities, and live per for mances. The Indians had come from Iowa to negotiate trea- ties with the U.S. government; Barnum had them “perform” in his lecture hall. 8. The Sac (or Sauk) and Fox tribes, from the Michigan and Wisconsin Great Lakes region, were removed to Iowa in 1833, where they joined the Iowas, the original inhabitants of the state that bears their name. 9. According to the then- popular “science” of phrenology, features of the skull, such as bumps on the head, could be read as determinants of character.

at one restaurateur’s, and supping at another’s. When some wag in Boston reported that Louis Philippe had sent over for Dr. Channing4 to manufac- ture a religion for the French people, the witty signiScance of the joke was generally appreciated.

There is a deep spiritual reason why all that relates to the domestic affec- tions should ever be found in close proximity with religious faith. The age of chivalry was likewise one of unquestioning veneration, which led to the crusade for the holy sepulchre. The French Revolution, which tore down churches, and voted that there was no God, likewise annulled marriage; and the doctrine that there is no sex in souls has usually been urged by those of inSdel tendencies. Carlyle says: “But what feeling it was in the ancient, devout, deep soul, which of marriage made a sacrament, this, of all things in the world, is what Diderot will think of for æons without discover- ing; unless, perhaps, it were to increase the vestry fees.”5

The conviction that woman’s present position in society is a false one, and therefore re- acts disastrously on the happiness and improvement of man, is pressing, by slow degrees, on the common consciousness, through all the obstacles of bigotry, sensuality, and selSshness. As man approaches to the truest life, he will perceive more and more that there is no separation or discord in their mutual duties. They will be one; but it will be as affec- tion and thought are one; the treble and bass of the same harmonious tune.

Letter XXXVI

[barnum’s american museum]

March, 1843.6

I went, a few eve nings ago, to the American Museum, to see Sfteen Indi- ans, fresh from the western forest.7 Sacs, Fox, and Iowas;8 really important people in their respective tribes. Nan- Nouce- Fush- E-To, which means the Buffalo King, is a famous Sac chief, sixty years old, covered with scars, and grim as a Hindoo god, or pictures of the dev il on a Portuguese contribution box, to help sinners through purgatory. It is said that he has killed with his own hand one hundred Osages, three Mohawks, two Kas, two Sioux, and one Pawnee; and if we may judge by his organ of destructiveness, the story is true; a more enormous bump I never saw in that region of the skull.9 He speaks nine Indian dialects, has visited almost every existing tribe of his

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1. James Monroe (1758– 1831), the Sfth presi- dent of the United States (1817– 25). 2. Sauk war chief (1767– 1838) who fought to maintain Indian lands in Illinois and elsewhere against the encroachments of white settlers. 3. The concept that the ideal, or most beautiful, head produced the greatest vertical angle from

the chin to the forehead was proposed by the Dutch naturalist Petrus Camper (1722– 1789). Camper had a signiScant in^uence on the devel- opment of phrenology in the United States. 4. From “The Ages” (1821), by William Cullen Bryant (1794– 1878).

race, and is altogether a remarkable personage. Mon- To- Gah, the White Bear, wears a medal from President Monroe,1 for certain ser vices rendered to the whites. Wa- Con- To- Kitch- Er, is an Iowa chief, of grave and thought- ful countenance, held in much veneration as the Prophet of his tribe. He sees visions, which he communicates to them for their spiritual instruction. Among the squaws is No- Nos- See, the She Wolf, a niece of the famous Black Hawk,2 and very proud of the relationship; and Do- Hum- Me, the Productive Pumpkin, a very handsome woman, with a great deal of heart and happiness in her countenance.

“ Smiles settled on her sun- ̂ ecked cheeks, Like noon upon the mellow apricot.”

She was married about a fortnight ago, at Philadelphia, to Cow- Hick- He, son of the principal chief of the Iowas, and as noble a specimen of man- hood as I ever looked upon. Indeed I have never seen a group of human beings so athletic, well- proportioned, and majestic. They are a keen satire on our civilized customs, which produce such feeble forms and pallid faces. The unlimited pathway, the broad horizon, the free grandeur of the forest, has passed into their souls, and so stands revealed in their material forms.

We who have robbed the Indians of their lands, and worse still, of them- selves, are very fond of proving their inferiority. We are told that the facial angle3 in the

Caucasian race is - - - - 85 degrees. Asiatic - - - - 78 ” American Indian - - - - 73 ” Ethiopian - - - - 70 ” Ourang Outang - - - - 67 ”

This simply proves that the Caucasian race, through a succession of ages, has been exposed to in^uences eminently calculated to develop the moral and intellectual faculties. That they started "rst in the race, might have been owing to a Sner and more susceptible ner vous or ga ni za tion, originating in climate, perhaps, but serving to bring the physical or ga ni za tion into more harmonious relation with the laws of spiritual reception. But by what ever agency it might have been produced, the nation, or race that perceived even one spiritual idea in advance of others, would necessarily go on improving in geometric ratio, through the lapse of ages. For our Past, we have the orien- tal fervour, gorgeous imagery, and deep reverence of the Jews, ^owing from that high fountain, the perception of the oneness and invisibility of God. From the Greeks we receive the very Spirit of Beauty, ^owing into all forms of Philosophy and Art, encircled by a golden halo of Platonism, which

“ Far over many a land and age hath shone, And mingles with the light that beams from God’s own throne.” 4

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5. From “Indian Student” (1788), by Philip Freneau (1752– 1832).

These have been transmitted to us in their own forms, and again repro- duced through the classic strength and high cultivation of Rome, and the romantic minstrelsy and rich architecture of the middle ages. Thus we stand, a congress of ages, each with a glory on its brow, peculiar to itself, yet in part re^ected from the glory that went before.

But what have the African savage, and the wandering Indian for their Past? To Sght for food, and grovel in the senses, has been the employment of their ancestors. The Past reproduced in them, mostly belongs to the ani- mal part of our mixed nature. They have indeed come in contact with the race on which had dawned higher ideas; but how have they come in con- tact? As victims, not as pupils. Rum, gunpowder, the horrors of slavery, the unblushing knavery of trade, these have been their teachers! And because these have failed to produce a high degree of moral and intellectual cultiva- tion, we coolly declare that the negroes are made for slaves, that the Indi- ans cannot be civilized; and that when either of the races come in contact with us, they must either consent to be our beasts of burden, or be driven to the wall, and perish.

That the races of mankind are different, spiritually as well as physically, there is, of course, no doubt; but it is as the difference between trees of the same forest, not as between trees and minerals. The facial angle and shape of the head, is various in races and nations; but these are the effects of spiritual in^uences, long operating on character, and in their turn becom- ing causes; thus intertwining, as Past and Future ever do.

But it is urged that Indians who have been put to schools and colleges, still remained attached to a roving life; away from all these advantages,

“His blanket tied with yellow strings, the Indian of the forest went.”5

And what if he did? Do not white, young men who have been captured by savages in infancy, show an equally strong disinclination to take upon themselves the restraints of civilized life? Does anybody urge that this well- known fact proves the white race incapable of civilization?

You ask, perhaps, what becomes of my theory that races and individuals are the product of ages, if the in^uences of half a life produce the same effects on the Caucasian and the Indian? I answer, that white children brought up among Indians, though they strongly imbibe the habits of the race, are generally prone to be the geniuses and prophets of their tribe. The or ga ni- za tion of nerve and brain has been changed by a more harmonious relation between the animal and the spiritual; and this comparative harmony has been produced by the in^uences of Judea, and Greece, and Rome, and the age of chivalry; though of all these things the young man never heard.

Similar in^uences brought to bear on the Indians or the Africans, as a race, would gradually change the structure of their skulls, and enlarge their perceptions of moral and intellectual truth. The same in^uences cannot be brought to bear upon them; for their Past is not our Past; and of course never can be. But let ours mingle with theirs, and you will Snd the result variety, without inferiority. They will be ^utes on different notes, and so harmonize the better.

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6. Following the passage of the Indian Removal Act (1830), several tribes, including the Choc- taws and Cherokees, were forced to move from the southern Appalachian area to what is now Oklahoma. The forced removal in a long winter

march resulted in the deaths of an estimated three to four thousand Indians in what was called the Trail of Tears. Child had argued for the Indians’ rights to remain in their homeland.

And how is this elevation of all races to be effected? By that which wor- keth all miracles, in the name of Jesus.— The law of love. We must not teach as superiors; we must love as brothers. Here is the great deSciency in all our efforts for the ignorant and the criminal. We stand apart from them, and expect them to feel grateful for our condescension in noticing them at all. We do not embrace them warmly with our sympathies, and put our souls into their soul’s stead.

But even under this great disadvantage; accustomed to our smooth, deceit- ful talk, when we want their lands, and to the cool villany with which we break treaties when our purposes are gained; receiving gunpowder and rum from the very hands which retain from them all the better in^uences of civilized life; cheated by knavish agents, cajoled by government, and hunted with bloodhounds— still, under all these disadvantages, the Indians have shown that they can be civilized. Of this, the Choctaws and Cherokees are admirable proofs.6 Both these tribes have a regularly- organized, systematic government, in the demo cratic form, and a printed constitution. The right of trial by jury, and other principles of a free government, are established on a permanent basis. They have good farms, cotton- gins, saw- mills, schools, and churches. Their dwellings are generally comfortable, and some of them are handsome. The last annual message of the chief of the Cherokees is a highly- interesting document, which would not compare disadvantageously with any of our governors’ messages. It states that more than $2,500,000 are due to them from the United States; and recommends that this sum be obtained, and in part distributed among the people; but that the interest of the school fund be devoted to the maintenance of schools, and the diffu- sion of knowledge.

There was a time when our ancestors, the ancient Britons, went nearly without clothing, painted their bodies in fantastic fashion, offered up human victims to uncouth idols, and lived in hollow trees, or rude habitations, which we should now consider unSt for cattle. Making all due allowance for the different state of the world, it is much to be questioned whether they made more rapid advancement than the Cherokees and Choctaws.

It always Slls me with sadness to see Indians surrounded by the false environment of civilized life; but I never felt so deep a sadness, as I did in looking upon these western warriors; for they were evidently the noblest of their dwindling race, unused to restraint, accustomed to sleep beneath the stars. And here they were, set up for a two- shilling show, with monkeys, ^amingoes, dancers, and buffoons! If they understood our modes of society well enough to be aware of their degraded position, they would doubtless quit it, with burning indignation at the insult. But as it is, they allow women to examine their beads, and children to play with their wampum, with the most philosophic indifference. In their imperturbable countenances, I thought I could once or twice detect a slight expression of scorn at the eager

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7. Barnum’s coinage of the feminine form of albino, a person lacking in pigmentation. 8. Scottish Protestant reformer (1505– 1572).

9. Johann Gottfried von Herder (1744– 1803), in^uential German historian and phi los o pher.

curiosity of the crowd. The Albiness,7 a short woman, with pink eyes, and hair like white ^oss, was the only object that visibly amused them. The young chiefs nodded to her often, and exchanged smiling remarks with each other, as they looked at her. Upon all the buffooneries and ledgerdermain tricks of the “Museum,” they gazed as unmoved as John Knox8 himself could have done. I would have given a good deal to know their thoughts, as mimic cities, and fairy grottoes, and mechanical dancing Sgures, rose and sunk before them. The mechanical Sgures were such perfect imitations of life, and went through so many wonderful evolutions, that they might well surprise even those accustomed to the marvels of mechanism. But Indians, who pay reli- gious honours to venerable rocks, and moss- grown trees, who believe that brutes have souls, as well as men, and that all nature is Slled with spirits, might well doubt whether there was not here some supernatural agency, either good or evil. I would suffer almost anything, if my soul could be trans- migrated into the She Wolf, or the Productive Pumpkin, and their souls pass consciously into my frame, for a few days, that I might experience the fash- ion of their thoughts and feelings. Was there ever such a foolish wish! The soul is Me, and is Thee. I might as well put on their blankets, as their bodies, for purposes of spiritual insight. In that other world, shall we be enabled to know exactly how heaven, and earth, and hell, appear to other persons, nations, and tribes? I would it might be so; for I have an intense desire for such revelations. I do not care to travel to Rome, or St. Petersburg, because I can only look at people; and I want to look into them; and through them; to know how things appear to their spiritual eyes, and sound to their spiritual ears. This is a universal want; hence the intense interest taken in autobiog- raphy, by all classes of readers. Oh, if any one had but the courage to write the whole truth of himself, undisguised, as it appears before the eye of God and angels, the world would read it, and it would soon be translated into all the dialects of the universe.

But these children of the forest, do not even give us glimpses of their inner life; for they consider that the body was given to conceal the emotions of the soul. The stars look down into their hearts, as into mine, the broad ocean, glittering in the moonbeams, speaks to them of the InSnite; and doubtless the wild ^owers and the sea- shells, “talk to them a thought.” But what thoughts, what revelations of the inSnite? This would I give the world to know; but the world cannot buy an answer.

How foreign is my soul to that of the beautiful Do- Hum- Me! How helpless should I be in situations where she would be a heroine; and how little could she comprehend my eager thought, which seeks the creative three- in- one throughout the universe, and Snds it in every blossom, and every mineral. Between Wa- Con- To- Kitch- Er, and the German Herder,9 what a distance! Yet are they both prophets; and though one looks through nature with the pitch- pine torch of the wilderness, and the other is lighted by a  whole constellation of suns, yet have both learned, in their degree, that matter is only the time- garment of the spirit. The stammering

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utterance with which the Iowa seer reveals this, it were worth a kingdom to hear, if we could but borrow the souls of his tribe, while they listen to his visions.

It is a general trait with the Indian tribes to recognise the Great Spirit in every little child. They rarely refuse a child anything. When their revenge is most implacable, a little one is often sent to them, adorned with ^owers and shells, and taught to lisp a prayer that the culprit may be forgiven; and such mediation is rarely without effect, even on the sternest warrior. This trait alone is sufScient to establish their relationship with Herder, Richter,1 and other spirits of angel- stature. Nay, if we could look back a few centu- ries, we should Snd the ancestors of Shakspeare, and the fastidiously- reSned Göethe, with painted cheeks, wolves’ teeth for jewels, and boars’ hides for garments. Perhaps the universe could not have passed before the vision of those star- like spirits, except through the forest life of such wild ancestry.

Some theorists say that the human brain, in its formation, “changes with a steady rise, through a likeness to one animal and then another, till it is perfected in that of man, the highest animal.” It seems to be so with the nations, in their progressive rise out of barbarism. I was never before so much struck with the animalism of Indian character, as I was in the fright- ful war- dance of these chiefs. Their gestures were as furious as wild- cats, they howled like wolves, screamed like prairie dogs, and tramped like buf- faloes. Their faces were painted Sery red, or with cross- bars of green and red, and they were decorated with all sorts of uncouth trappings of hair, and bones, and teeth. That which regulated their movements, in lieu of music, was a discordant clash; and altogether they looked and acted more like demons from the pit, than anything I ever imagined. It was the natural and appropriate language of War. The wolSsh howl, and the wild- cat leap, represent it more truly than graceful evolutions, and the Marseilles hymn.2 That music rises above mere brute vengeance; it breathes, in fervid ecstacy, the soul’s aspiration after freedom— the struggle of will with fate. It is the Future setting sail from old landings, and merrily piping all hands on board. It is too noble a voice to belong to physical warfare; the shrill howl of old Nan- Nouce- Fush- E-To, is good enough for such brutish work; it clove the brain like a tomahawk; and was hot with hatred.

In truth, that war- dance was terriSc both to eye and ear. I looked at the door, to see if escape were easy, in case they really worked themselves up to the scalping point. For the Srst time, I fully conceived the sacriSces and perils of Puritan settlers. Heaven have mercy on the mother who heard those dreadful yells when they really foreboded murder! or who suddenly met such a group of grotesque demons in the loneliness of the forest!

But instantly I felt that I was wronging them in my thought. Through paint and feathers, I saw gleams of right honest and friendly expression; and I said, we are children of the same Father, seeking the same home. If the Puritans suffered from their savage hatred, it was because they met them with savage weapons, and a savage spirit. Then I thought of William Penn’s

1. Jean Paul Richter (1763– 1825), German nov- elist.

2. French national song composed in 1792 dur- ing the French Revolution.

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treaty with the Indians;3 “the only one ever formed without an oath, and the only one that was never broken.” I thought of the deputation of Indians, who, some years ago, visited Philadelphia, and knelt with one spontaneous impulse around the monument of Penn.

Again I looked at the yelling savages in their grim array, stamping through the war- dance, with a furious energy that made the ^oor shake, as by an earthquake; and I said, These, too, would bow, like little children, before the persuasive power of Christian love! Alas, if we had but faith in this divine principle, what mountains of evil might be removed into the depths of the sea.

P.S. Alas, poor Do- Hum- Me is dead; so is No- See, Black Hawk’s niece; and several of the chiefs are indisposed. Sleeping by hot anthracite Sres, and then exposed to the keen encounters of the wintry wind; one hour, half sti^ed in the close atmosphere of theatres and crowded saloons, and the next, driving through snowy streets and the midnight air; this is a pro cess which kills civilized people by inches, but savages at a few strokes.

Do- Hum- Me was but nineteen years old, in vigorous health, when I saw her a few days since, and obviously so happy in her newly wedded love, that it ran over at her expressive eyes, and mantled her handsome face like a veil of sunshine. Now she rests among the trees, in Greenwood Cemetery;4 not the trees that whispered to her childhood. Her cofSn was decorated accord- ing to Indian custom, and deposited with the ceremonies peculiar to her people. Alas, for the handsome one, how lonely she sleeps here! Far, far away from him, to whom her eye turned constantly, as the sun^ower to the light!

Sick, and sad at heart, this noble band of warriors, with melancholy steps, left the pestilential city last week, for their own broad prairies in the West. Do- Hum- Me was the pride and idol of them all. The old Iowa chief, the head of the deputation, was her father; and notwithstanding the stoicism of Indian character, it is said that both he and the bereaved young husband were overwhelmed with an agony of grief. They obviously loved each other most strongly. May the Great Spirit grant them a happy meeting in their “fair hunting grounds” beyond the sky.

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3. In 1682 William Penn (1644– 1718) and the Leni Lenape (Delaware) Indians negotiated a treaty that was, according to pop u lar lore, never

broken by either side; no signed copy of this treaty exists. 4. Famous cemetery in Brooklyn, New York.

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RALPH WALDO EMERSON 1803–1882

R alph Waldo Emerson is arguably the most in^uential American writer of the nineteenth century— the writer with whom numerous other signiScant writers of the time sought to come to terms. Without Emerson’s inspirational essays on nonconformity, self- reliance, and anti- institutionalism, Henry David Thoreau’s and Margaret Fuller’s careers may have followed different paths; and without Emerson’s call for an American bard whose poetry “speaks somewhat wildly” in addressing the nation’s “ample geography,” Whitman’s great poetry might never have been written. Though Melville rejected Emerson’s optimism, satirizing him in The Con"dence- Man (1857) as a philosophical con man, he termed him a “deep diver” as well; Emerson’s conception of nature as a sign of spirit permeates Melville’s dynamic repre sen ta tions of the whale and the natural world in Moby- Dick (1851). Emerson’s persisting in^uence on late- nineteenth- and twentieth- century American writers is evident in astonishing permutations, on Sgures as diverse as Emily Dickinson, Louisa May Alcott, William James, Theodore Dreiser, Robert Frost, John Dewey, and his namesake Ralph Waldo Ellison.

Emerson was born in Boston on May 25, 1803, the son of a Unitarian minister and the second of Sve surviving boys. He was eight years old when his father died. Determined to send as many sons as she could to Harvard— the traditional route for ministers- in- training—Emerson’s mother kept a succession of boarding houses. Around this time, Emerson’s brilliant, eccentric aunt, Mary Moody Emerson (1774– 1863), stepped in to become his principal educator and inspiration, guiding his reading and challenging his thinking over the next several de cades. In the more conventional set- ting of Boston Public Latin School, where he was sent at age nine, and Harvard Col- lege, which he attended from 1817 to 1821, Emerson showed no par tic u lar promise. Graduating from Harvard thirtieth in a class of Sfty- nine, Emerson served, as he put it, as “a hopeless Schoolmaster” in several Boston- area schools. Turning to the study of theology in 1825 at Harvard’s Divinity School, he began preaching as a Unitarian in October 1826, and early in 1829 he was ordained by the Unitarians as a ju nior pastor at Boston’s Second Church. In July of that year, he was promoted to pastor.

Led in the 1820s by William Ellery Channing (1780– 1842), Boston Unitarianism accepted the Bible as the revelation of God’s intentions but no longer held that human beings were innately depraved. In his 1828 sermon “Likeness to God,” Chan- ning came close to suggesting that Jesus was not a god but rather the highest expres- sion of humanity. Emerson was deeply in^uenced by Channing, and his skepticism toward historical Christianity was strengthened by his exposure to the German “higher criticism,” which regarded the Judeo- Christian Bible as a document pro- duced in a speciSc historical time, rather than as the direct word of God, and inter- preted biblical miracles as stories comparable to the myths of other cultures. Emerson was gradually developing a greater faith in individual moral sentiment and intu- ition than in revealed religion.

In 1831 Emerson faced a personal crisis: his wife, Ellen Tucker Emerson, whom he had married in 1829, died of tuberculosis on February 8, at the age of nineteen. Grief- stricken, Emerson wrote his aunt Mary: “My angel is gone to heaven this morning & I am alone in the world.” Emerson also faced a spiritual crisis, perhaps precipitated by the death of Ellen, as his thinking developed into a full- ̂ edged

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disillusionment with his position as pastor and with Unitarianism itself. Early in 1832 Emerson notiSed his church that he had become so skeptical of the validity of the Lord’s Supper that he could no longer administer the sacrament, regarding it, as he remarked in his journal, as “worship in the dead forms of our forefathers.” He resigned his pastorate on December 22, 1832, and on Christmas Day sailed for Eu rope, where he would remain until October 1833. During his Eu ro pe an tour, he called on a number of well- known writers, in Italy meeting Walter Savage Landor, in En gland Samuel Coleridge and William Wordsworth, and in Scotland Thomas Carlyle, with whom he began a lifelong intellectual friendship.

Shortly after his return from Eu rope in late 1833, Emerson settled a legal dispute with the Tucker family and received the Srst installment of his wife’s legacy. Soon he was assured of more than a thousand dollars annually, a considerable sum for that time. Without the need to produce a constant income, he began a new careeer as a lecturer, speaking around New En gland in the lyceums— public halls that brought a variety of speakers and performers to cities and smaller towns. In 1835, after a ten- month courtship, he married Lydia Jackson of Plymouth, and they moved to rural Concord, Massachusetts, where the Emerson family had property. There, Emerson completed his Srst book, Nature, which was published anonymously and at Emer- son’s own expense in 1836.

As the reviewers understood, Nature was not a Christian book but one in^uenced by a range of idealistic philosophies, ancient and modern, going back to Plato and more recently refashioned by a number of Eu ro pe an Romantics. Although the favor- able reception of Nature in En gland encouraged some American journalists to take Emerson seriously as an intellectual force, Emerson’s immediate reward was having the book become the unofScial manifesto for a number of his philosophically inclined friends, who, over the next eight years, would meet irregularly and informally in Emerson’s study and elsewhere. Termed “Transcendentalists” by mocking outsiders, the group was composed mainly of ministers who rejected the view of the phi los o pher John Locke (1643– 1704) that the mind was a merely passive receptor of sense impres- sions, endorsing Samuel Coleridge’s and other Romantics’ alternative conception of the mind as actively intuitive and creative. Participants included the educators Bron- son Alcott (1799– 1888) and Elizabeth Palmer Peabody (1804– 1894), the abolitionist and Unitarian minister Theodore Parker (1810– 1860), the Unitarian minister (later an in^uential American Catholic) Orestes A. Brownson (1803– 1876), Margaret Fuller, and Henry David Thoreau. The group began its own journal, The Dial (1840– 44), edited for the most part by Emerson, Fuller, and Thoreau.

Nature reached a smaller audience than did many of Emerson’s lectures, which were often written up in newspapers; his formal Harvard addresses to the Phi Beta Kappa Society in 1837 on the American scholar and to the Divinity School gradu- ates in 1838 on the state of Christianity were both printed as pamphlets. Conserva- tive ministers attacked “The Divinity School Address” for its rejection of historical Christianity and its bold questioning of the claims made for Christ as a divine savior. But with the publication of Essays (1841), Emerson’s lasting reputation began to take shape. Far more than Nature, this book was directed to a pop u lar audience. The twelve essays in the volume had been tried out, in whole or in part, in his lectures, so that their Snal form was shaped by the responses of his many audiences.

Early in 1842 Emerson’s Srst son, Waldo, died at the age of Sve, a loss from which Emerson never fully recovered. Writing in his journal the day after Waldo’s death, he expressed his grief and confusion: “Sorrow makes us all children again[,] destroys all differences of intellect[.] The wisest know nothing[.]” For the phi los o pher of idealism who had argued that the world can be apprehended mainly through intu- ition, the death of a beloved son pushed him toward the skepticism expressed most powerfully in “Experience” (1844), an essay presenting individuals as perpetually

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skating on surfaces. At the conclusion of the essay, however, Emerson, in an anticipa- tion of the American school of pragmatism that he would profoundly in^uence, insisted on the importance of continuing to act in the world, however elusive and tragic that world might be.

Emerson continued to work steadily on essays derived from his extensive journals and his lecturing. In 1844 he brought out a second series of essays, including his in^uential “The Poet,” which grappled with aesthetic issues of form and meter and foretold— indeed provided the blueprints for— the style and subject matter of some of the great national poets to come. Meter does not make the argument, he wrote, in striking contrast to his contemporary Edgar Allan Poe, but the argument (or poetic idea or vision) makes its own meter; thus he inspired Whitman to break with poetic tradition by introducing the idea of “open form” poetry. Emerson lectured in Boston, across the Northeast, in the South, and even (after the completion of the transcontinental railroad in 1869) in California, giving more than Sfteen hundred lectures over the course of his career. These as much as his essays helped develop his reputation.

As Emerson’s reputation continued to grow, he gained modest recognition for his own poems, which he collected at the end of 1846. In 1847– 48 he took a second trip to Eu rope, delivering approximately seventy lectures in En gland and Scotland. One eventual result of that tour was the publication in 1856 of En glish Traits, an inquiry into the supposed racial, historical, and cultural characteristics of Anglo- Saxonism. (Like many thinkers of the time, Emerson accepted the idea of racial differences and hierarchies.) Two other books emerged from his lectures: Represen- tative Men (1850), which examined exemplary intellectual and cultural Sgures, such as Shakespeare and Napoleon; and The Conduct of Life (1860), which exam- ined tensions between thought and delimiting worldly forces, even as Emerson reafSrmed the power of self- culture and the individual mind.

Precisely because he so valued individual self- culture, Emerson was skeptical of social reforms that required group participation. In the early 1840s he refused to participate in the reformist, socialistic community Brook Farm in West Roxbury, Massachusetts, which drew a number of the Transcendentalists associated with The Dial. Abolitionism did engage his attention, however, and in 1844 he delivered a pas- sionate antislavery address, “Emancipation of the Negroes in the British West Indies,” at the Concord Court House on August 1, 1844. Appalled by the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850, Emerson became more fervent in his views during the 1850s, offering scathing attacks on Northern supporters of what he termed “this Slthy law.” In his 1855 “Lecture on Slavery,” presented before the Massachusetts Anti- Slavery Society at the Tremont Temple in Boston, Emerson declaimed against the “outrage of giving back a stolen and plundered man to his thieves.” Valuing individual rights and believing in the individual mind (or soul) as divine, Emerson regarded slavery as abhorrent. He also argued in favor of women’s rights. In 1855, the same year he attacked slavery at Boston’s Tremont Temple, he spoke before a women’s rights con- vention to support women’s right to vote, to “hold their property as men do theirs,” and to “enter a school as freely as a church.” Although Emerson never achieved national prominence as a social reformer, his lectures and essays motivated many of his admirers to become po liti cal and social activists.

Emerson’s contemporary reputation rested on his lectures and essays, but all along he had been producing another major body of writings, his journals, which he called his “savings bank.” The journals were not published in full until the late twentieth century, under the title Journals and Miscellaneous Notebooks. A historical record of responses to people and events, the journals, as critics are increasingly recognizing, are among the best accounts of the intellectual and spiritual life of a nineteenth- century American writer. Following the Civil War, Emerson cut back on his writing, partly for health reasons (as he aged he began to display the symptoms

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1. Nature was published anonymously in 1836 by James Monroe and Company of Boston, paid for by Emerson himself (the company published a thousand copies for Emerson’s approximately one hundred– dollar payment). The text used here is that of the Srst 1836 edition. A few obvious typographical errors have been corrected; and the changes that Emerson himself made in pre- sen ta tion copies to the opening of Chapter 4 have been adopted. Otherwise, the occasional oddities of punctuation, spelling, and subject–

verb agreements that appeared in the 1836 text remain in this reprinting. 2. Emerson found the motto from the Roman phi los o pher Plotinus (205?– 270?) in his copy of  Ralph Cudworth’s The True Intellectual Sys- tem of the Universe (1820). 3. An echo of Ezekiel 37.1– 14, especially 37.4, where God tells Ezekiel to “Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word of the Lord.”

of memory loss). But he had his vigorous moments. In 1871 he traveled to California, and in late 1872 and into 1873, following a Sre that severely damaged his house, he traveled to Eu rope and Egypt with his daughter Ellen and met with Carlyle one last time. Upon his return to Concord, he lectured occasionally there and in Boston. He died on April 27, 1882, and was buried in Concord’s Sleepy Hollow Cemetery.

In a journal entry of 1836, Emerson wrote: “There is creative reading as well as creative writing.” As a creative writer, Emerson attempted to get his whole phi- losophy into every essay, and even into single sentences. At the same time, he was skeptical of the capacity of language to embody truths, so he presented his essays as epistemological quests of sorts that, in the twistings and turnings and circlings of his thought, made enormous demands on his readers. Emerson’s language can be ellip- tical and sometimes maddeningly abstract, but there is no American writer who placed greater importance on the reader’s active interpretive role in generating new meanings and new ways of seeing the world. Emerson’s respect for the in de pen dent spirit of his readers, his prompting of readers to trust their ideas and take them in new and even different directions— the main point of “Self-Reliance,” perhaps his most famous essay— may in fact be the key to his broad literary and cultural in^uence.

Nature1

“Nature is but an image or imitation of wisdom, the last thing of the soul; nature being a thing which doth only do, but not know.”

—Plotinus2

Introduction

Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchres of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories, and criticism. The foregoing generations beheld God and nature face to face; we, through their eyes. Why should not we also enjoy an original relation to the universe? Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us, and not the history of theirs? Embosomed for a season in nature, whose ^oods of life stream around and through us, and invite us by the powers they supply, to action proportioned to nature, why should we grope among the dry bones of the past,3 or put the living generation into masquer- ade out of its faded wardrobe? The sun shines to- day also. There is more wool and ^ax in the Selds. There are new lands, new men, new thoughts. Let us demand our own works and laws and worship.

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Undoubtedly we have no questions to ask which are unanswerable. We must trust the perfection of the creation so far, as to believe that what ever curiosity the order of things has awakened in our minds, the order of things can satisfy. Every man’s condition is a solution in hieroglyphic to those inqui- ries he would put. He acts it as life, before he apprehends it as truth. In like manner, nature is already, in its forms and tendencies, describing its own design. Let us interrogate the great apparition, that shines so peacefully around us. Let us inquire, to what end is nature?

All science has one aim, namely, to Snd a theory of nature. We have theo- ries of races and of functions, but scarcely yet a remote approximation to an idea of creation. We are now so far from the road to truth, that religious teachers dispute and hate each other, and speculative men are esteemed unsound and frivolous. But to a sound judgment, the most abstract truth is the most practical. Whenever a true theory appears, it will be its own evidence. Its test is, that it will explain all phenomena. Now many are thought not only unexplained but inexplicable; as language, sleep, dreams, beasts, sex.

Philosophically considered, the universe is composed of Nature and the Soul. Strictly speaking, therefore, all that is separate from us, all which Philosophy distinguishes as the not me,4 that is, both nature and art, all other men and my own body, must be ranked under this name, Nature. In enumerating the values of nature and casting up their sum, I shall use the word in both senses;— in its common and in its philosophical import. In inquiries so general as our present one, the inaccuracy is not material; no confusion of thought will occur. Nature, in the common sense, refers to essences unchanged by man; space, the air, the river, the leaf. Art is applied to the mixture of his will with the same things, as in a house, a canal, a statue, a picture. But his operations taken together are so insigniScant, a lit- tle chipping, baking, patching, and washing, that in an impression so grand as that of the world on the human mind, they do not vary the result.

Chapter I. Nature

To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between him and vulgar things. One might think the atmosphere was made transparent with this design, to give man, in the heavenly bodies, the perpetual presence of the sublime. Seen in the streets of cities, how great they are! If the stars should appear one night in a thousand years, how would men believe and adore; and pre- serve for many generations the remembrance of the city of God which had been shown! But every night come out these preachers of beauty, and light the universe with their admonishing smile.

The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are always inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impres- sion, when the mind is open to their in^uence. Nature never wears a mean

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4. Emerson draws on Thomas Carlyle’s Sartor Resartus (1833– 34) for his idea of “not me,” which Carlyle presents as similar to the German philosophical concept of “everything but the self.”

appearance. Neither does the wisest man extort all her secret, and lose his curiosity by Snding out all her perfection. Nature never became a toy to a wise spirit. The ^owers, the animals, the mountains, re^ected all the wis- dom of his best hour, as much as they had delighted the simplicity of his childhood.

When we speak of nature in this manner, we have a distinct but most poetical sense in the mind. We mean the integrity of impression made by manifold natural objects. It is this which distinguishes the stick of timber of the wood- cutter, from the tree of the poet. The charming landscape which I saw this morning, is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this Seld, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet. This is the best part of these men’s farms, yet to this their land- deeds give them no title.

To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superScial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood.5 His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says,— he is my creature, and maugre6 all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me. Not the sun or the sum- mer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight. Nature is a setting that Sts equally well a comic or a mourning piece. In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occur- rence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. Almost I fear to think how glad I am. In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth. Within these plantations of God, a decorum and sanctity reign, a perennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befal me in life,— no disgrace, no calamity, (leaving me my eyes,) which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground,— my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into inS- nite space,— all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye- ball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental. To be brothers, to be acquaintances,— master or ser- vant, is then a tri^e and a disturbance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness, I Snd something more dear and connate7

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5. An echo of Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Bio- graphia Literaria (1817), ch. 4, in which Coleridge deSnes the character and privilege of genius as the ability to carry the feelings of childhood into

adulthood. 6. Despite (archaic). 7. Related.

than in streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beautiful as his own nature.

The greatest delight which the Selds and woods minister, is the sugges- tion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emo- tion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right.

Yet it is certain that the power to produce this delight, does not reside in nature, but in man, or in a harmony of both. It is necessary to use these pleasures with great temperance. For, nature is not always tricked in holiday attire, but the same scene which yesterday breathed perfume and glittered as for the frolic of the nymphs, is overspread with melancholy today. Nature always wears the colors of the spirit. To a man laboring under calamity, the heat of his own Sre hath sadness in it. Then, there is a kind of contempt of the landscape felt by him who has just lost by death a dear friend. The sky is less grand as it shuts down over less worth in the population.

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Shortly after the publication of Nature, Emerson’s friend, the artist and poet Christopher Cranch (1813– 1893), depicted him as a “transparent eye- ball” in “Illustrations of the New Philosophy” (c. 1836).

8. In the sense of “purpose.” 9. From “Man” (1633), by the En glish poet George Herbert (1593– 1633), quoted at length in chapter VIII, “Prospects.” 1. In Homer’s Odyssey 10, Aeolus, the god of

winds, gives Odysseus a bag containing favor- able winds, but they create a storm when his unwary sailors let them all out at once. “Real- izes”: brings into real existence.

Chapter II. Commodity

Whoever considers the Snal cause8 of the world, will discern a multitude of uses that enter as parts into that result. They all admit of being thrown into one of the following classes; Commodity; Beauty; Language; and Discipline.

Under the general name of Commodity, I rank all those advantages which our senses owe to nature. This, of course, is a beneSt which is temporary and mediate, not ultimate, like its ser vice to the soul. Yet although low, it is perfect in its kind, and is the only use of nature which all men apprehend. The misery of man appears like childish petulance, when we explore the steady and prodigal provision that has been made for his support and delight on this green ball which ̂ oats him through the heavens. What angels invented these splendid ornaments, these rich con ve niences, this ocean of air above, this ocean of water beneath, this Srmament of earth between? this zodiac of lights, this tent of dropping clouds, this striped coat of climates, this fourfold year? Beasts, Sre, water, stones, and corn serve him. The Seld is at once his ^oor, his work- yard, his play- ground, his garden, and his bed.

“ More servants wait on man Than he’ll take notice of.”———9

Nature, in its ministry to man, is not only the material, but is also the pro cess and the result. All the parts incessantly work into each other’s hands for the proSt of man. The wind sows the seed; the sun evaporates the sea; the wind blows the vapor to the Seld; the ice, on the other side of the planet, condenses rain on this; the rain feeds the plant; the plant feeds the animal; and thus the endless circulations of the divine charity nourish man.

The useful arts are but reproductions or new combinations by the wit of man, of the same natural benefactors. He no longer waits for favoring gales, but by means of steam, he realizes the fable of Æolus’s bag,1 and carries the two and thirty winds in the boiler of his boat. To diminish friction, he paves the road with iron bars, and, mounting a coach with a ship- load of men, animals, and merchandise behind him, he darts through the country, from town to town, like an ea gle or a swallow through the air. By the aggregate of these aids, how is the face of the world changed, from the era of Noah to that of Napoleon! The private poor man hath cities, ships, canals, bridges, built for him. He goes to the post- ofSce, and the human race run on his errands; to the book- shop, and the human race read and write of all that happens, for him; to the court- house, and nations repair his wrongs. He sets his house upon the road, and the human race go forth every morning, and shovel out the snow, and cut a path for him.

But there is no need of specifying particulars in this class of uses. The cata logue is endless, and the examples so obvious, that I shall leave them to the reader’s re^ection, with the general remark, that this mercenary beneSt is one which has respect to a farther good. A man is fed, not that he may be fed, but that he may work.

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2. Cosmos, or order (Greek). 3. Creative. 4. As in architectural and furniture design and decoration. 5. Craftiness, materialism. 6. Breathe with.

7. Emerson is contrasting the rational empiri- cism of Scottish Common Sense philosophy with the mystical idealism of post- Kantian German philosophy. “Assyria”: an ancient Near Eastern empire. “Paphos”: an ancient city in Cyprus (site of worship of Aphrodite).

Chapter III. Beauty

A nobler want of man is served by nature, namely, the love of Beauty. The ancient Greeks called the world κaσμος2 beauty. Such is the consti-

tution of all things, or such the plastic3 power of the human eye, that the primary forms, as the sky, the mountain, the tree, the animal, give us a delight in and for themselves; a plea sure arising from outline, color, motion, and grouping. This seems partly owing to the eye itself. The eye is the best of artists. By the mutual action of its structure and of the laws of light, per- spective is produced, which integrates every mass of objects, of what char- acter soever, into a well colored and shaded globe, so that where the par tic u lar objects are mean and unaffecting, the landscape which they compose, is round and symmetrical. And as the eye is the best composer, so light is the Srst of paint ers. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make beautiful. And the stimulus it affords to the sense, and a sort of inSnitude which it hath, like space and time, make all matter gay. Even the corpse hath its own beauty. But beside this general grace diffused over nature, almost all the individual forms are agreeable to the eye, as is proved by our endless imitations4 of some of them, as the acorn, the grape, the pine- cone, the wheat- ear, the egg, the wings and forms of most birds, the lion’s claw, the serpent, the butter^y, sea- shells, ^ames, clouds, buds, leaves, and the forms of many trees, as the palm.

For better consideration, we may distribute the aspects of Beauty in a threefold manner.

1. First, the simple perception of natural forms is a delight. The in^uence of the forms and actions in nature, is so needful to man, that, in its lowest func- tions, it seems to lie on the conSnes of commodity and beauty. To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft5 of the street, and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he Snds himself. The health of the eye seems to demand a horizon. We are never tired, so long as we can see far enough.

But in other hours, Nature satisSes the soul purely by its loveliness, and without any mixture of corporeal beneSt. I have seen the spectacle of morn- ing from the hill- top over against my house, from day- break to sun- rise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud ^oat like Sshes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations: the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with6 the morning wind. How does Nature deify us with a few and cheap elements! Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous. The dawn is my Assyria; the sun- set and moon- rise my Paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie, broad noon shall be my En gland of the senses and the understand- ing; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy and dreams.7

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8. Coated. “Calices”: i.e., calyxes; the outer whorls of leaves or sepals at the bases of ^owers. 9. The Concord River.

1. Beautiful.

Not less excellent, except for our less susceptibility in the afternoon, was the charm, last eve ning, of a January sunset. The western clouds divided and subdivided themselves into pink ^akes modulated with tints of unspeakable softness; and the air had so much life and sweetness, that it was a pain to come within doors. What was it that nature would say? Was there no mean- ing in the live repose of the valley behind the mill, and which Homer or Shakspeare could not re- form for me in words? The lea^ess trees become spires of ^ame in the sunset, with the blue east for their background, and the stars of the dead calices of ^owers, and every withered stem and stubble rimed8 with frost, contribute something to the mute music.

The inhabitants of cities suppose that the country landscape is pleasant only half the year. I please myself with observing the graces of the winter scenery, and believe that we are as much touched by it as by the genial in^u- ences of summer. To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same Seld, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again. The heavens change every moment, and re^ect their glory or gloom on the plains beneath. The state of the crop in the surrounding farms alters the expression of the earth from week to week. The succession of native plants in the pastures and road- sides, which make the silent clock by which time tells the summer hours, will make even the divisions of the day sensible to a keen observer. The tribes of birds and insects, like the plants punctual to their time, follow each other, and the year has room for all. By water- courses, the variety is greater. In July, the blue pontederia or pickerel- weed blooms in large beds in the shal- low parts of our pleasant river,9 and swarms with yellow butter^ies in con- tinual motion. Art cannot rival this pomp of purple and gold. Indeed the river is a perpetual gala, and boasts each month a new ornament.

But this beauty of Nature which is seen and felt as beauty, is the least part. The shows of day, the dewy morning, the rainbow, mountains, orchards in blossom, stars, moonlight, shadows in still water, and the like, if too eagerly hunted, become shows merely, and mock us with their unreality. Go out of the house to see the moon, and ’t is mere tinsel; it will not please as when its light shines upon your necessary journey. The beauty that shimmers in the yellow afternoons of October, who ever could clutch it? Go forth to Snd it, and it is gone: ’t is only a mirage as you look from the windows of the dili- gence.

2. The presence of a higher, namely, of the spiritual element is essential to its perfection. The high and divine beauty which can be loved without effeminacy, is that which is found in combination with the human will, and never separate. Beauty is the mark God sets upon virtue. Every natural action is graceful. Every heroic act is also decent,1 and causes the place and the bystanders to shine. We are taught by great actions that the universe is the property of every individual in it. Every rational creature has all nature for his dowry and estate. It is his, if he will. He may divest himself of it; he may creep into a corner, and abdicate his kingdom, as most men do, but he is entitled to the world by his constitution. In proportion to the energy of his

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2. Sallust (1st century b.c.e.), Roman historian, in “The Conspiracy of Cataline,” ch. 2. 3. Edward Gibbon (1737– 1794), En glish histo- rian, from The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, ch. 68. 4. Arnold von Winkelried, a Swiss hero, was killed (1386) in a battle against the Austrians at Sempach. Leonidas, king of Sparta, was killed (c. 480 b.c.e.) defending the pass at Thermopy- lae against the Persian army led by Xerxes. 5. En glish Puritan leader (1613– 1662) who was

executed for treason by the Restoration govern- ment because he was suspected of conspiring against King Charles II (1630– 1685). 6. William Lord Russel (1639– 1683) was exe- cuted by En glish authorities for allegedly plot- ting to kill Charles II. 7. Athenian statesman and general of the 4th century b.c.e. Emerson knew of him from Plu- tarch’s Lives. Pindar was a Greek lyric poet of the 5th and 6th centuries b.c.e. Socrates was a Greek phi los o pher of the 5th century b.c.e.

thought and will, he takes up the world into himself. “All those things for which men plough, build, or sail, obey virtue;” said an ancient historian.2 “The winds and waves,” said Gibbon,3 “are always on the side of the ablest navigators.” So are the sun and moon and all the stars of heaven. When a noble act is done,— perchance in a scene of great natural beauty; when Leonidas and his three hundred martyrs consume one day in dying, and the sun and moon come each and look at them once in the steep deSle of Ther- mopylæ; when Arnold Winkelried,4 in the high Alps, under the shadow of the avalanche, gathers in his side a sheaf of Austrian spears to break the line for his comrades; are not these heroes entitled to add the beauty of the scene to the beauty of the deed? When the bark of Columbus nears the shore of America;— before it, the beach lined with savages, ̂ eeing out of all their huts of cane; the sea behind; and the purple mountains of the Indian Archipelago around, can we separate the man from the living picture? Does not the New World clothe his form with her palm- groves and savannahs as St drap- ery? Ever does natural beauty steal in like air, and envelope great actions. When Sir Harry Vane5 was dragged up the Tower- hill, sitting on a sled, to suffer death, as the champion of the En glish laws, one of the multitude cried out to him, “You never sate on so glorious a seat.” Charles II., to intimidate the citizens of London, caused the patriot Lord Russel6 to be drawn in an open coach, through the principal streets of the city, on his way to the scaf- fold. “But,” to use the simple narrative of his biographer, “the multitude imagined they saw liberty and virtue sitting by his side.” In private places, among sordid objects, an act of truth or heroism seems at once to draw to itself the sky as its temple, the sun as its candle. Nature stretcheth out her arms to embrace man, only let his thoughts be of equal greatness. Willingly does she follow his steps with the rose and the violet, and bend her lines of grandeur and grace to the decoration of her darling child. Only let his thoughts be of equal scope, and the frame will suit the picture. A virtuous man, is in unison with her works, and makes the central Sgure of the visible sphere. Homer, Pindar, Socrates, Phocion,7 associate themselves Stly in our memory with the whole geography and climate of Greece. The visible heav- ens and earth sympathize with Jesus. And in common life, whosoever has seen a person of powerful character and happy genius, will have remarked how easily he took all things along with him,— the persons, the opinions, and the day, and nature became ancillary to a man.

3. There is still another aspect under which the beauty of the world may be viewed, namely, as it becomes an object of the intellect. Beside the rela- tion of things to virtue, they have a relation to thought. The intellect searches out the absolute order of things as they stand in the mind of God, and without the colors of affection. The intellectual and the active powers

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8. The many in one (Italian); a borrowing from Coleridge.

9. A distilling apparatus.

seem to succeed each other in man, and the exclusive activity of the one, generates the exclusive activity of the other. There is something unfriendly in each to the other, but they are like the alternate periods of feeding and working in animals; each prepares and certainly will be followed by the other. Therefore does beauty, which, in relation to actions, as we have seen comes unsought, and comes because it is unsought, remain for the apprehen- sion and pursuit of the intellect; and then again, in its turn, of the active power. Nothing divine dies. All good is eternally reproductive. The beauty of nature reforms itself in the mind, and not for barren contemplation, but for new creation.

All men are in some degree impressed by the face of the world. Some men even to delight. This love of beauty is Taste. Others have the same love in such excess, that, not content with admiring, they seek to embody it in new forms. The creation of beauty is Art.

The production of a work of art throws a light upon the mystery of human- ity. A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world. It is the result or expression of nature, in miniature. For although the works of nature are innumerable and all different, the result or the expression of them all is similar and single. Nature is a sea of forms radically alike and even unique. A leaf, a sun- beam, a landscape, the ocean, make an analogous impression on the mind. What is common to them all,— that perfectness and harmony, is beauty. Therefore the standard of beauty, is the entire circuit of natural forms,— the totality of nature; which the Italians expressed by deSning beauty “il piu nell’ uno.”8 Nothing is quite beautiful alone: nothing but is beautiful in the whole. A single object is only so far beautiful as it suggests this universal grace. The poet, the paint er, the sculptor, the musician, the architect seek each to concentrate this radiance of the world on one point, and each in his several work to satisfy the love of beauty which stimulates him to produce. Thus is Art, a nature passed through the alembic9 of man. Thus in art, does nature work through the will of a man Slled with the beauty of her Srst works.

The world thus exists to the soul to satisfy the desire of beauty. Extend this element to the uttermost, and I call it an ultimate end. No reason can be asked or given why the soul seeks beauty. Beauty, in its largest and profound- est sense, is one expression for the universe. God is the all- fair. Truth, and goodness, and beauty, are but different faces of the same All. But beauty in nature is not ultimate. It is the herald of inward and eternal beauty, and is not alone a solid and satisfactory good. It must therefore stand as a part and not as yet the last or highest expression of the Snal cause of Nature.

Chapter IV. Language

A third use which Nature subserves to man is that of Language. Nature is the vehicle of thought, and in a simple, double, and threefold degree.

1. Words are signs of natural facts. 2. Par tic u lar natural facts are symbols of par tic u lar spiritual facts.

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1. This passage invokes the doctrine of corre- spondences between the spiritual and natural worlds developed by the Swedish theologian and mystic Emanuel Swedenborg (1688– 1772). 2. By reason, Emerson means something like the intuitive powers of the mind; by understanding, he

means logical and empirical reasoning. For Emer- son, a suprarational reason is the higher faculty. Emerson probably derived these terms from Sam- uel Taylor Coleridge’s Biographia Literaria (1817).

3. Nature is the symbol of spirit. 1. Words are signs of natural facts. The use of natural history is to give us

aid in supernatural history. The use of the outer creation is to give us lan- guage for the beings and changes of the inward creation. Every word which is used to express a moral or intellectual fact, if traced to its root, is found to be borrowed from some material appearance. Right originally means straight; wrong means twisted. Spirit primarily means wind; transgression, the cross- ing of a line; supercilious, the raising of the eye- brow. We say the heart to express emotion, the head to denote thought; and thought and emotion are, in their turn, words borrowed from sensible things, and now appropriated to spiritual nature. Most of the pro cess by which this transformation is made, is hidden from us in the remote time when language was framed; but the same tendency may be daily observed in children. Children and savages use only nouns or names of things, which they continually convert into verbs, and apply to analogous mental acts.

2. But this origin of all words that convey a spiritual import,— so con- spicuous a fact in the history of language,— is our least debt to nature. It is not words only that are emblematic; it is things which are emblematic. Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact.1 Every appearance in nature corresponds to some state of the mind, and that state of the mind can only be described by presenting that natural appearance as its picture. An enraged man is a lion, a cunning man is a fox, a Srm man is a rock, a learned man is a torch. A lamb is innocence; a snake is subtle spite; ^owers express to us the delicate affections. Light and darkness are our familiar expression for knowledge and ignorance; and heat for love. Visible distance behind and before us, is respectively our image of memory and hope.

Who looks upon a river in a meditative hour, and is not reminded of the ̂ ux of all things? Throw a stone into the stream, and the circles that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all in^uence. Man is conscious of a uni- versal soul within or behind his individual life, wherein, as in a Srmament, the natures of Justice, Truth, Love, Freedom, arise and shine. This universal soul, he calls Reason: it is not mine or thine or his, but we are its; we are its property and men.2 And the blue sky in which the private earth is buried, the sky with its eternal calm, and full of everlasting orbs, is the type of Rea- son. That which, intellectually considered, we call Reason, considered in relation to nature, we call Spirit. Spirit is the Creator. Spirit hath life in itself. And man in all ages and countries, embodies it in his language, as the Father.

It is easily seen that there is nothing lucky or capricious in these analo- gies, but that they are constant, and pervade nature. These are not the dreams of a few poets, here and there, but man is an analogist, and studies relations in all objects. He is placed in the centre of beings, and a ray of relation passes from every other being to him. And neither can man be understood without these objects, nor these objects without man. All the facts in natural his-

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tory taken by themselves, have no value, but are barren like a single sex. But marry it to human history, and it is full of life. Whole Floras, all Linnæus’ and Buffon’s3 volume, are but dry cata logues of facts; but the most trivial of these facts, the habit of a plant, the organs, or work, or noise of an insect, applied to the illustration of a fact in intellectual philosophy, or, in any way associated to human nature, affects us in the most lively and agreeable manner. The seed of a plant,— to what affecting analogies in the nature of man, is that little fruit made use of, in all discourse, up to the voice of Paul, who calls the human corpse a seed,—“It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body.” 4 The motion of the earth round its axis, and round the sun, makes the day, and the year. These are certain amounts of brute light and heat. But is there no intent of an analogy between man’s life and the sea- sons? And do the seasons gain no grandeur or pathos from that analogy? The instincts of the ant are very unimportant considered as the ant’s; but the moment a ray of relation is seen to extend from it to man, and the little drudge is seen to be a monitor, a little body with a mighty heart, then all its habits, even that said to be recently observed, that it never sleeps, become sublime.

Because of this radical5 correspondence between visible things and human thoughts, savages, who have only what is necessary, converse in Sgures. As we go back in history, language becomes more picturesque, until its infancy, when it is all poetry; or, all spiritual facts are represented by natural sym- bols. The same symbols are found to make the original elements of all lan- guages. It has moreover been observed, that the idioms of all languages approach each other in passages of the greatest eloquence and power. And as this is the Srst language, so is it the last. This immediate dependence of language upon nature, this conversion of an outward phenomenon into a type of somewhat in human life, never loses its power to affect us. It is this which gives that piquancy to the conversation of a strong- natured farmer or back- woodsman, which all men relish.

Thus is nature an interpreter, by whose means man converses with his fellow men. A man’s power to connect his thought with its proper symbol, and so utter it, depends on the simplicity of his character, that is, upon his love of truth and his desire to communicate it without loss. The corruption of man is followed by the corruption of language. When simplicity of char- acter and the sovereignty of ideas is broken up by the prevalence of second- ary desires, the desire of riches, the desire of plea sure, the desire of power, the desire of praise,— and duplicity and falsehood take place of simplicity and truth, the power over nature as an interpreter of the will, is in a degree lost; new imagery ceases to be created, and old words are perverted to stand for things which are not; a paper currency is employed when there is no bullion in the vaults. In due time, the fraud is manifest, and words lose all power to stimulate the understanding or the affections. Hundreds of writers may be found in every long- civilized nation, who for a short time believe, and make others believe, that they see and utter truths, who do not of themselves clothe one thought in its natural garment, but who feed unconsciously upon

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3. French naturalist (1707– 1788). Linnæus was Carl von Linné (1707– 1778), Swedish botanist. Both were developing systems of classiScation

for natural objects. 4. 1 Corinthians 15.44. 5. Fundamental (literally “from the root”).

the language created by the primary writers of the country, those, namely, who hold primarily on nature.

But wise men pierce this rotten diction and fasten words again to visible things; so that picturesque language is at once a commanding certiScate that he who employs it, is a man in alliance with truth and God. The moment our discourse rises above the ground line of familiar facts, and is in^amed with passion or exalted by thought, it clothes itself in images. A man convers- ing in earnest, if he watch his intellectual pro cesses, will Snd that always a material image, more or less luminous, arises in his mind, contemporane- ous with every thought, which furnishes the vestment of the thought. Hence, good writing and brilliant discourse are perpetual allegories. This imagery is spontaneous. It is the blending of experience with the present action of the mind. It is proper creation. It is the working of the Original Cause through the instruments he has already made.

These facts may suggest the advantage which the country- life possesses for a powerful mind, over the artiScial and curtailed life of cities. We know more from nature than we can at will communicate. Its light ^ows into the mind evermore, and we forget its presence. The poet, the orator, bred in the woods, whose scenes have been nourished by their fair and appeasing changes, year after year, without design and without heed,— shall not lose their lesson altogether, in the roar of cities or the broil of politics. Long hereafter, amidst agitation and terror in national councils,— in the hour of revolution,— these solemn images shall reappear in their morning lustre, as St symbols and words of the thoughts which the passing events shall awaken. At the call of a noble sentiment, again the woods wave, the pines murmur, the river rolls and shines, and the cattle low upon the mountains, as he saw and heard them in his infancy. And with these forms, the spells of persuasion, the keys of power are put into his hands.

3. We are thus assisted by natural objects in the expression of par tic u lar meanings. But how great a language to convey such pepper- corn6 informa- tions! Did it need such noble races of creatures, this profusion of forms, this host of orbs in heaven, to furnish man with the dictionary and gram- mar of his municipal speech? Whilst we use this grand cipher to expedite the affairs of our pot and kettle, we feel that we have not yet put it to its use, neither are able. We are like travellers using the cinders of a volcano to roast their eggs. Whilst we see that it always stands ready to clothe what we would say, we cannot avoid the question, whether the characters are not signiScant of themselves. Have mountains, and waves, and skies, no signiScance but what we consciously give them, when we employ them as emblems of our thoughts? The world is emblematic. Parts of speech are meta phors because the whole of nature is a meta phor of the human mind. The laws of moral nature answer to those of matter as face to face in a glass. “The visible world and the relation of its parts, is the dial plate of the invisible.”7 The axioms of physics translate the laws of ethics.8 Thus, “the whole is greater than its part;” “reaction is equal to action;” “the smallest weight may be made to lift the greatest, the difference of weight being compensated by time;” and many

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6. Ordinary, everyday. 7. Emerson copied the Swedenborg quotation from the New Jerusalem Magazine (July 1832).

8. Adapted from Mme. De Staël’s “Germany” (1813): “Even a mathematical axiom is a moral rule.”

9. Proverbs drawn from several writers, includ- ing Francis Bacon, The Advancement of Learn- ing (1605), and Scottish theologian Robert Leighton (1611– 1684), Select Works (1832). 1. Shakespeare’s Macbeth 3.4.110– 12. 2. Gottfried Wilhelm Leibnitz (1646– 1716), German mathematician who championed philo- sophical idealism and symbolic logic. Pythago- rus (c. 582– ca. 507 b.c.e.), Greek phi los o pher who believed in the transmigration of souls. Plato (c. 427– 347 b.c.e.), Greek phi los o pher who was the found er of philosophical idealism. Sir Fran- cis Bacon (1561– 1626), En glish phi los o pher who developed inductive and empirical approaches to science.

3. In Greek mythology, a winged monster with a lion’s body and head of a woman, who chal- lenged those entering Thebes with a riddle; when they answered incorrectly, she killed them. But when Oedipus answered correctly, the Sphinx was so distraught that she killed herself, much to the delight of the Theban people, who named Oedipus their king. 4. From the French Swedenborgian Guillaume Oegger’s “The True Messiah” (1829), which Emerson had seen in a manuscript translation, perhaps by Elizabeth Peabody. Scoriæ: i.e., sco- ria; slag or refuse left after metal has been smelted from ore.

the like propositions, which have an ethical as well as physical sense. These propositions have a much more extensive and universal sense when applied to human life, than when conSned to technical use.

In like manner, the memorable words of history, and the proverbs of nations, consist usually of a natural fact, selected as a picture or parable of a moral truth. Thus; A rolling stone gathers no moss; A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush; A cripple in the right way, will beat a racer in the wrong; Make hay whilst the sun shines; ’T is hard to carry a full cup even; Vinegar is the son of wine; The last ounce broke the camel’s back; Long- lived trees make roots Srst;— and the like.9 In their primary sense these are trivial facts, but we repeat them for the value of their analogical import. What is true of proverbs, is true of all fables, parables, and allegories.

This relation between the mind and matter is not fancied by some poet, but stands in the will of God, and so is free to be known by all men. It appears to men, or it does not appear. When in fortunate hours we ponder this miracle, the wise man doubts, if, at all other times, he is not blind and deaf;

——“Can these things be, And overcome us like a summer’s cloud, Without our special wonder?”1

for the universe becomes transparent, and the light of higher laws than its own, shines through it. It is the standing problem which has exercised the wonder and the study of every Sne genius since the world began; from the era of the Egyptians and the Brahmins, to that of Pythagoras, of Plato, of Bacon, of Leibnitz,2 of Swedenborg. There sits the Sphinx at the road- side, and from age to age, as each prophet comes by, he tries his fortune at read- ing her riddle.3 There seems to be a necessity in spirit to manifest itself in material forms; and day and night, river and storm, beast and bird, acid and alkali, preëxist in necessary Ideas in the mind of God, and are what they are by virtue of preceding affections, in the world of spirit. A Fact is the end or last issue of spirit. The visible creation is the terminus or the circumfer- ence of the invisible world. “Material objects,” said a French phi los o pher, “are necessarily kinds of scoriæ of the substantial thoughts of the Creator, which must always preserve an exact relation to their Srst origin; in other words, visible nature must have a spiritual and moral side.” 4

This doctrine is abstruse, and though the images of “garment,” “scoriæ,” “mirror,” &c., may stimulate the fancy, we must summon the aid of subtler

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5. From the En glish Quaker George Fox (1624– 1691). Emerson’s probable source for this quote is William Sewel’s History of the Rise, Increase, and Progress of the Christian People called Quak- ers (1722).

6. From Coleridge’s Aids to Re#ection (1829). 7. Store house. 8. Neglected. “Tuition”: guardianship. 9. Adapted from Bacon’s “Of Great Place,” in Essays (1625).

and more vital expositors to make it plain. “Every scripture is to be inter- preted by the same spirit which gave it forth,”— is the fundamental law of criticism.5 A life in harmony with nature, the love of truth and of virtue, will purge the eyes to understand her text. By degrees we may come to know the primitive sense of the permanent objects of nature, so that the world shall be to us an open book, and every form signiScant of its hidden life and Snal cause.

A new interest surprises us, whilst, under the view now suggested, we contemplate the fearful extent and multitude of objects; since “every object rightly seen, unlocks a new faculty of the soul.” 6 That which was uncon- scious truth, becomes, when interpreted and deSned in an object, a part of the domain of knowledge,— a new amount to the magazine7 of power.

Chapter V. Discipline

In view of this signiScance of nature, we arrive at once at a new fact, that nature is a discipline. This use of the world includes the preceding uses, as parts of itself.

Space, time, society, labor, climate, food, locomotion, the animals, the mechanical forces, give us sincerest lessons, day by day, whose meaning is unlimited. They educate both the Understanding and the Reason. Every property of matter is a school for the understanding,— its solidity or re sis- tance, its inertia, its extension, its Sgure, its divisibility. The understanding adds, divides, combines, mea sures, and Snds everlasting nutriment and room for its activity in this worthy scene. Meantime, Reason transfers all these lessons into its own world of thought, by perceiving the analogy that mar- ries Matter and Mind.

1. Nature is a discipline of the understanding in intellectual truths. Our dealing with sensible objects is a constant exercise in the necessary les- sons of difference, of likeness, of order, of being and seeming, of progres- sive arrangement; of ascent from par tic u lar to general; of combination to one end of manifold forces. Proportioned to the importance of the organ to be formed, is the extreme care with which its tuition is provided,— a care pretermitted8 in no single case. What tedious training, day after day, year after year, never ending, to form the common sense; what continual repro- duction of annoyances, incon ve niences, dilemmas; what rejoicing over us of little men; what disputing of prices, what reckonings of interest,— and all to form the Hand of the mind;— to instruct us that “good thoughts are no better than good dreams, unless they be executed!”9

The same good ofSce is performed by Property and its Slial systems of debt and credit. Debt, grinding debt, whose iron face the widow, the orphan, and the sons of genius fear and hate;— debt, which consumes so much time, which so cripples and disheartens a great spirit with cares that seem so base, is a preceptor whose lessons cannot be foregone, and is needed most by those

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1. A saying ascribed both to Sir Isaac Newton (1642– 1727), En glish mathematician and phi los- o pher, and to Bishop Joseph Butler (1692– 1752),

En glish moralist. 2. Matthew 6.10 and 26.42. 3. Matthew 21.5.

who suffer from it most. Moreover, property, which has been well compared to snow,—“if it fall level to- day, it will be blown into drifts tomorrow,”— is merely the surface action of internal machinery, like the index on the face of a clock. Whilst now it is the gymnastics of the understanding, it is hiving in the foresight of the spirit, experience in profound er laws.

The whole character and fortune of the individual is affected by the least inequalities in the culture of the understanding; for example, in the percep- tion of differences. Therefore is Space, and therefore Time, that man may know that things are not huddled and lumped, but sundered and individual. A bell and a plough have each their use, and neither can do the ofSce of the other. Water is good to drink, coal to burn, wool to wear; but wool cannot be drunk, nor water spun, nor coal eaten. The wise man shows his wisdom in separation, in gradation, and his scale of creatures and of merits, is as wide as nature. The foolish have no range in their scale, but suppose every man is as every other man. What is not good they call the worst, and what is not hateful, they call the best.

In like manner, what good heed, nature forms in us! She pardons no mis- takes. Her yea is yea, and her nay, nay.

The Srst steps in Agriculture, Astronomy, Zoölogy, (those Srst steps which the farmer, the hunter, and the sailor take,) teach that nature’s dice are always loaded; that in her heaps and rubbish are concealed sure and useful results.

How calmly and genially the mind apprehends one after another the laws of physics! What noble emotions dilate the mortal as he enters into the counsels of the creation, and feels by knowledge the privilege to be! His insight reSnes him. The beauty of nature shines in his own breast. Man is greater that he can see this, and the universe less, because Time and Space relations vanish as laws are known.

Here again we are impressed and even daunted by the im mense Universe to be explored. ‘What we know, is a point to what we do not know.’1 Open any recent journal of science, and weigh the problems suggested concern- ing Light, Heat, Electricity, Magnetism, Physiology, Geology, and judge whether the interest of natural science is likely to be soon exhausted.

Passing by many particulars of the discipline of nature we must not omit to specify two.

The exercise of the Will or the lesson of power is taught in every event. From the child’s successive possession of his several senses up to the hour when he saith, “thy will be done!”2 he is learning the secret, that he can reduce under his will, not only par tic u lar events, but great classes, nay the whole series of events, and so conform all facts to his character. Nature is thoroughly mediate. It is made to serve. It receives the dominion of man as meekly as the ass on which the Saviour rode.3 It offers all its kingdoms to man as the raw material which he may mould into what is useful. Man is never weary of working it up. He forges the subtile and delicate air into wise and melodious words, and gives them wing as angels of persuasion and command. More and more, with every thought, does his kingdom stretch over

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4. Before the Flood, which destroyed all living creatures not in Noah’s ark (Genesis 6– 9). 5. Roman name for the Greek mythological hero

Heracles, renowned for feats of strength. 6. Old Testament prophet. David was the second king of Israel.

things, until the world becomes, at last, only a realized will,— the double of the man.

2. Sensible objects conform to the premonitions of Reason and re^ect the conscience. All things are moral; and in their boundless changes have an unceasing reference to spiritual nature. Therefore is nature glorious with form, color, and motion, that every globe in the remotest heaven; every chem- ical change from the rudest crystal up to the laws of life; every change of vegetation from the Srst principle of growth in the eye of a leaf, to the tropi- cal forest and antediluvian4 coal- mine; every animal function from the sponge up to Hercules,5 shall hint or thunder to man the laws of right and wrong, and echo the Ten Commandments. Therefore is nature always the ally of Religion: lends all her pomp and riches to the religious sentiment. Prophet and priest, David, Isaiah,6 Jesus, have drawn deeply from this source.

This ethical character so penetrates the bone and marrow of nature, as to seem the end for which it was made. What ever private purpose is answered by any member or part, this is its public and universal function, and is never omitted. Nothing in nature is exhausted in its Srst use. When a thing has served an end to the uttermost, it is wholly new for an ulterior ser vice. In God, every end is converted into a new means. Thus the use of Commodity, regarded by itself, is mean and squalid. But it is to the mind an education in the great doctrine of Use, namely, that a thing is good only so far as it serves; that a conspiring of parts and efforts to the production of an end, is essential to any being. The Srst and gross manifestation of this truth, is our inevitable and hated training in values and wants, in corn and meat.

It has already been illustrated, in treating of the signiScance of material things, that every natural pro cess is but a version of a moral sentence. The moral law lies at the centre of nature and radiates to the circumference. It is the pith and marrow of every substance, every relation, and every pro- cess. All things with which we deal, preach to us. What is a farm but a mute gospel? The chaff and the wheat, weeds and plants, blight, rain, insects, sun,— it is a sacred emblem from the Srst furrow of spring to the last stack which the snow of winter overtakes in the Selds. But the sailor, the shep- herd, the miner, the merchant, in their several resorts, have each an experi- ence precisely parallel and leading to the same conclusions. Because all organizations are radically alike. Nor can it be doubted that this moral senti- ment which thus scents the air, and grows in the grain, and impregnates the waters of the world, is caught by man and sinks into his soul. The moral in^uence of nature upon every individual is that amount of truth which it illustrates to him. Who can estimate this? Who can guess how much Srm- ness the sea- beaten rock has taught the Ssherman? how much tranquillity has been re^ected to man from the azure sky, over whose unspotted deeps the winds forevermore drive ^ocks of stormy clouds, and leave no wrinkle or stain? how much industry and providence and affection we have caught from the pantomime of brutes? What a searching preacher of self- command is the varying phenomenon of Health!

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7. Greek phi los o pher of 5th and 6th centuries b.c.e. who taught the unity of all existence. 8. Vital, heartwarming. Proteus was a sea god who could change his shape to evade any captor. 9. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749– 1832), in his Conversations with Eckermann. Mme. de Staël (1766– 1817), in Corinne, book 4, chapter 3. 1. In his “Lecture on the General Character of the Gothic Mind in the Middle Ages” (1836).

2. From the sketch of Michelangelo (1475– 1564) in Lives of Eminent Persons (1833). 3. Joseph Haydn (1732– 1809), Austrian composer. 4. Every truth is consonant with every other truth (Latin). 5. Abstract being (Latin). 6. Paraphrase of Goethe’s Wilhelm Meister (1795– 96).

Herein is especially apprehended the Unity of Nature,— the Unity in Variety,— which meets us everywhere. All the endless variety of things make a unique, an identical impression. Xenophanes7 complained in his old age, that, look where he would, all things hastened back to Unity. He was weary of seeing the same entity in the tedious variety of forms. The fable of Pro- teus has a cordial8 truth. Every par tic u lar in nature, a leaf, a drop, a crystal, a moment of time is related to the whole, and partakes of the perfection of the whole. Each particle is a microcosm, and faithfully renders the likeness of the world.

Not only resemblances exist in things whose analogy is obvious, as when we detect the type of the human hand in the ^ipper of the fossil saurus, but also in objects wherein there is great superScial unlikeness. Thus architec- ture is called ‘frozen music,’ by De Stael and Goethe.9 ‘A Gothic church,’ said Coleridge,1 ‘is a petriSed religion.’ Michael Angelo maintained, that, to an architect, a knowledge of anatomy is essential.2 In Haydn’s3 oratorios, the notes present to the imagination not only motions, as, of the snake, the stag, and the elephant, but colors also; as the green grass. The granite is differenced in its laws only by the more or less of heat, from the river that wears it away. The river, as it ̂ ows, resembles the air that ̂ ows over it; the air resembles the light which traverses it with more subtile currents; the light resembles the heat which rides with it through Space. Each creature is only a modiScation of the other; the likeness in them is more than the dif- ference, and their radical law is one and the same. Hence it is, that a rule of one art, or a law of one or ga ni za tion, holds true throughout nature. So intimate is this Unity, that, it is easily seen, it lies under the undermost gar- ment of nature, and betrays its source in universal Spirit. For, it pervades Thought also. Every universal truth which we express in words, implies or supposes every other truth. Omne verum vero consonat.4 It is like a great circle on a sphere, comprising all possible circles; which, however, may be drawn, and comprise it, in like manner. Every such truth is the absolute Ens5 seen from one side. But it has innumerable sides.

The same central Unity is still more conspicuous in actions. Words are Snite organs of the inSnite mind. They cannot cover the dimensions of what is in truth. They break, chop, and impoverish it. An action is the perfection and publication of thought. A right action seems to Sll the eye, and to be related to all nature. “The wise man, in doing one thing, does all; or, in the one thing he does rightly, he sees the likeness of all which is done rightly.” 6

Words and actions are not the attributes of mute and brute nature. They introduce us to that singular form which predominates over all other forms. This is the human. All other organizations appear to be degradations of the human form. When this or ga ni za tion appears among so many that surround

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7. Products of the inward, form- giving capacity. 8. Constellation named for the mythical Greek hunter. 9. From Psalm 42.7: “Deep calleth unto deep at

the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.” 1. Revelation (Greek).

it, the spirit prefers it to all others. It says, ‘From such as this, have I drawn joy and knowledge. In such as this, have I found and beheld myself. I will speak to it. It can speak again. It can yield me thought already formed and alive.’ In fact, the eye,— the mind,— is always accompanied by these forms, male and female; and these are incomparably the richest informa- tions7 of the power and order that lie at the heart of things. Unfortu- nately, every one of them bears the marks as of some injury; is marred and superScially defective. Nevertheless, far different from the deaf and dumb nature around them, these all rest like fountain- pipes on the unfathomed sea of thought and virtue whereto they alone, of all organizations, are the entrances.

It were a pleasant inquiry to follow into detail their ministry to our educa- tion, but where would it stop? We are associated in adolescent and adult life with some friends, who, like skies and waters, are coextensive with our idea; who, answering each to a certain affection of the soul, satisfy our desire on that side; whom we lack power to put at such focal distance from us, that we can mend or even analyze them. We cannot chuse but love them. When much intercourse with a friend has supplied us with a standard of excellence, and has increased our respect for the resources of God who thus sends a real per- son to outgo our ideal; when he has, moreover, become an object of thought, and, whilst his character retains all its unconscious effect, is converted in the mind into solid and sweet wisdom,— it is a sign to us that his ofSce is closing, and he is commonly withdrawn from our sight in a short time.

Chapter VI. Idealism

Thus is the unspeakable but intelligible and practicable meaning of the world conveyed to man, the immortal pupil, in every object of sense. To this one end of Discipline, all parts of nature conspire.

A noble doubt perpetually suggests itself, whether this end be not the Final Cause of the Universe; and whether nature outwardly exists. It is a sufScient account of that Appearance we call the World, that God will teach a human mind, and so makes it the receiver of a certain number of congruent sensations, which we call sun and moon, man and woman, house and trade. In my utter impotence to test the authenticity of the report of my senses, to know whether the impressions they make on me correspond with outlying objects, what difference does it make, whether Orion8 is up there in heaven, or some god paints the image in the Srmament of the soul? The relations of parts and the end of the whole remaining the same, what is the difference, whether land and sea interact, and worlds revolve and inter- mingle without number or end,— deep yawning under deep,9 and galaxy balancing galaxy, throughout absolute space, or, whether, without relations of time and space, the same appearances are inscribed in the constant faith of man. Whether nature enjoy a substantial existence without, or is only in the apocalypse1 of the mind, it is alike useful and alike venerable to me. Be

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2. The idea that the mind cannot know anything except its own ideas and thus cannot know mate- rial things in themselves is associated with Bishop George Berkeley (1685– 1753), whose writings were an important in^uence on Emerson.

3. Nitrogen. 4. Instruction. “Effects of culture”: in the sense of the effects of awakening thought.

it what it may, it is ideal to me, so long as I cannot try the accuracy of my senses.

The frivolous make themselves merry with the Ideal theory,2 as if its con- sequences were burlesque; as if it affected the stability of nature. It surely does not. God never jests with us, and will not compromise the end of nature, by permitting any inconsequence in its pro cession. Any distrust of the permanence of laws, would paralyze the faculties of man. Their perma- nence is sacredly respected, and his faith therein is perfect. The wheels and springs of man are all set to the hypothesis of the permanence of nature. We are not built like a ship to be tossed, but like a house to stand. It is a natural consequence of this structure, that, so long as the active powers predominate over the re^ective, we resist with indignation any hint that nature is more short- lived or mutable than spirit. The broker, the wheel- wright, the carpenter, the tollman, are much displeased at the intimation.

But whilst we acquiesce entirely in the permanence of natural laws, the question of the absolute existence of nature, still remains open. It is the uniform effect of culture on the human mind, not to shake our faith in the stability of par tic u lar phenomena, as of heat, water, azote;3 but to lead us to regard nature as a phenomenon, not a substance; to attribute necessary existence to spirit; to esteem nature as an accident and an effect.

To the senses and the unrenewed understanding, belongs a sort of instinc- tive belief in the absolute existence of nature. In their view, man and nature are indissolubly joined. Things are ultimates, and they never look beyond their sphere. The presence of Reason mars this faith. The Srst effort of thought tends to relax this despotism of the senses, which binds us to nature as if we were a part of it, and shows us nature aloof, and, as it were, a^oat. Until this higher agency intervened, the animal eye sees, with wonderful accuracy, sharp outlines and colored surfaces. When the eye of Reason opens, to outline and surface are at once added, grace and expression. These pro- ceed from imagination and affection, and abate somewhat of the angular distinctness of objects. If the Reason be stimulated to more earnest vision, outlines and surfaces become transparent, and are no longer seen; causes and spirits are seen through them. The best, the happiest moments of life, are these delicious awakenings of the higher powers, and the reverential withdrawing of nature before its God.

Let us proceed to indicate the effects of culture. 1. Our Srst institution4 in the Ideal philosophy is a hint from nature herself.

Nature is made to conspire with spirit to emancipate us. Certain mechan- ical changes, a small alteration in our local position apprizes us of a dualism. We are strangely affected by seeing the shore from a moving ship, from a balloon, or through the tints of an unusual sky. The least change in our point of view, gives the whole world a pictorial air. A man who seldom rides, needs only to get into a coach and traverse his own town, to turn the street into a puppet- show. The men, the women,— talking, running, bartering, Sghting,—

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5. Made unsubstantial. “Mechanic”: manual laborer. 6. Dark chamber or box with a lens or opening through which an image is projected in natural colors onto an opposite surface. 7. From Bacon’s “The Advancement of Learning”

(2.4.2), but more directly from William Hazlitt’s adaptation. 8. Emerson summarizes Shakespeare’s Sonnet 98 and refers to Sonnet 65 (“Shall Time’s best jewel from Time’s chest lie hid?”). 9. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 70.

the earnest mechanic, the lounger, the beggar, the boys, the dogs, are unre- alized5 at once, or, at least, wholly detached from all relation to the observer, and seen as apparent, not substantial beings. What new thoughts are sug- gested by seeing a face of country quite familiar, in the rapid movement of the railroad car! Nay, the most wonted objects, (make a very slight change in the point of vision,) please us most. In a camera obscura,6 the butcher’s cart, and the Sgure of one of our own family amuse us. So a portrait of a well- known face gratiSes us. Turn the eyes upside down, by looking at the land- scape through your legs, and how agreeable is the picture, though you have seen it any time these twenty years!

In these cases, by mechanical means, is suggested the difference between the observer and the spectacle,— between man and nature. Hence arises a plea sure mixed with awe; I may say, a low degree of the sublime is felt from the fact, probably, that man is hereby apprized, that, whilst the world is a spectacle, something in himself is stable.

2. In a higher manner, the poet communicates the same plea sure. By a few strokes he delineates, as on air, the sun, the mountain, the camp, the city, the hero, the maiden, not different from what we know them, but only lifted from the ground and ^oat before the eye. He unSxes the land and the sea, makes them revolve around the axis of his primary thought, and dis- poses them anew. Possessed himself by a heroic passion, he uses matter as symbols of it. The sensual man conforms thoughts to things; the poet conforms things to his thoughts.7 The one esteems nature as rooted and fast; the other, as ̂ uid, and impresses his being thereon. To him, the refrac- tory world is ductile and ^exible; he invests dusts and stones with humanity and makes them the words of the Reason. The imagination may be deSned to be, the use which the Reason makes of the material world. Shakspeare possesses the power of subordinating nature for the purposes of expression, beyond all poets. His imperial muse tosses the creation like a bauble from hand to hand, to embody any capricious shade of thought that is uppermost in his mind. The remotest spaces of nature are visited, and the farthest sundered things are brought together, by a subtile spiritual connexion. We are made aware that magnitude of material things is merely relative, and all objects shrink and expand to serve the passion of the poet. Thus, in his son- nets, the lays of birds, the scents and dyes of ^owers, he Snds to be the shadow of his beloved; time, which keeps her from him, is his chest; the suspicion she has awakened, is her ornament;8

The ornament of beauty is Suspect, A crow which ^ies in heaven’s sweetest air.9

His passion is not the fruit of chance; it swells, as he speaks, to a city, or a state.

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1. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 124. 2. Shakespeare’s Sonnet 123: “No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: / Thy pyramids built up with newer might / To me are nothing novel, nothing strange: / They are but dressings of a former sight.”

3. From Shakespeare’s Mea sure for Mea sure 5.1.1– 4. 4. Shakespeare’s The Tempest 5.1.46– 48; later quotations are from 5.1.58– 60, 64– 68, and 79– 82.

No, it was builded far from accident; It suffers not in smiling pomp, nor falls Under the brow of thralling discontent; It fears not policy, that heretic, That works on leases of short numbered hours, But all alone stands hugely politic.1

In the strength of his constancy, the Pyramids2 seem to him recent and transitory. And the freshness of youth and love dazzles him with its resem- blance to morning.

Take those lips away Which so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes,— the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn.3

The wild beauty of this hyperbole, I may say, in passing, it would not be easy to match in literature.

This transSguration which all material objects undergo through the pas- sion of the poet,— this power which he exerts, at any moment, to magnify the small, to micrify the great,— might be illustrated by a thousand exam- ples from his Plays. I have before me the Tempest, and will cite only these few lines.

Prospero. The strong based promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up The pine and cedar.4

Prospero calls for music to sooth the frantic Alonzo, and his companions;

A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains Now useless, boiled within thy skull.

Again;

The charm dissolves space And, as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.

Their understanding Begins to swell: and the approaching tide Will shortly Sll the reasonable shores That now lie foul and muddy.

The perception of real afSnities between events, (that is to say, of ideal afSnities, for those only are real,) enables the poet thus to make free with

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5. Giving life to. 6. Emerson draws this quotation from Coleridge’s “The Friend” (1818). 7. Greek dramatist of the 5th century b.c.e.; in his tragedy Antigone the title character chooses death rather than violate her sacred duty to per- form funeral rites for her slain brother.

8. Leonhard Euler (1707– 1783), Swiss mathe- matician and physicist. Emerson took the quota- tion from Coleridge’s Aids to Re#ection (1829). 9. Anne Robert Jacques Turgot (1727– 1781), French economist and author of a book on proofs of the existence of God. 1. Cf. Proverbs 8.23– 30.

the most imposing forms and phenomena of the world, and to assert the predominance of the soul.

3. Whilst thus the poet delights us by animating5 nature like a creator, with his own thoughts, he differs from the phi los o pher only herein, that the one proposes Beauty as his main end; the other Truth. But, the phi los o pher, not less than the poet, postpones the apparent order and relations of things to the empire of thought. “The problem of philosophy,” according to Plato, “is, for all that exists conditionally, to Snd a ground unconditioned and abso- lute.” 6 It proceeds on the faith that a law determines all phenomena, which being known, the phenomena can be predicted. That law, when in the mind, is an idea. Its beauty is inSnite. The true phi los o pher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both. Is not the charm of one of Plato’s or Aristotle’s deSnitions, strictly like that of the Antigone of Sophocles?7 It is, in both cases, that a spiritual life has been imparted to nature; that the solid seeming block of matter has been pervaded and dissolved by a thought; that this feeble human being has penetrated the vast masses of nature with an informing soul, and recognised itself in their harmony, that is, seized their law. In physics, when this is attained, the memory disburthens itself of its cumbrous cata logues of par- ticulars, and carries centuries of observation in a single formula.

Thus even in physics, the material is ever degraded before the spiritual. The astronomer, the geometer, rely on their irrefragable analysis, and disdain the results of observation. The sublime remark of Euler8 on his law of arches, “This will be found contrary to all experience, yet it is true;” had already transferred nature into the mind, and left matter like an outcast corpse.

4. Intellectual science has been observed to beget invariably a doubt of the existence of matter. Turgot9 said, “He that has never doubted the exis- tence of matter, may be assured he has no aptitude for metaphysical inqui- ries.” It fastens the attention upon immortal necessary uncreated natures, that is, upon Ideas; and in their beautiful and majestic presence, we feel that our outward being is a dream and a shade. Whilst we wait in this Olympus of gods, we think of nature as an appendix to the soul. We ascend into their region, and know that these are the thoughts of the Supreme Being. “These are they who were set up from everlasting, from the beginning, or ever the earth was. When he prepared the heavens, they were there; when he estab- lished the clouds above, when he strengthened the fountains of the deep. Then they were by him, as one brought up with him. Of them took he counsel.”1

Their in^uence is proportionate. As objects of science, they are accessi- ble to few men. Yet all men are capable of being raised by piety or by pas- sion, into their region. And no man touches these divine natures, without becoming, in some degree, himself divine. Like a new soul, they renew the body. We become physically nimble and lightsome; we tread on air; life is no longer irksome, and we think it will never be so. No man fears age or

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2. 2 Corinthians 4.18. 3. Reputed author of the Vedas, the ancient sacred literature of Hinduism. George Berkeley (1685– 1753), Irish idealist phi los o pher. 4. In the broad sense of those who attempt to establish direct contact with divine principle

through contemplation and revelation. 5. Plotinus was associated with Neoplatonism, a doctrine merging features from Greek philoso- phies with those of Judaism and Christianity. 6. Michelangelo’s Sonnet 51 (c. 1530).

misfortune or death, in their serene company, for he is transported out of the district of change. Whilst we behold unveiled the nature of Justice and Truth, we learn the difference between the absolute and the condi- tional or relative. We apprehend the absolute. As it were, for the Srst time, we exist. We become immortal, for we learn that time and space are relations of matter; that, with a perception of truth, or a virtuous will, they have no afSnity.

5. Finally, religion and ethics, which may be Stly called,— the practice of ideas, or the introduction of ideas into life,— have an analogous effect with all lower culture, in degrading nature and suggesting its dependence on spirit. Ethics and religion differ herein; that the one is the system of human duties commencing from man; the other, from God. Religion includes the personality of God; Ethics does not. They are one to our present design. They both put nature under foot. The Srst and last lesson of religion is, “The things that are seen, are temporal; the things that are unseen are eternal.”2 It puts an affront upon nature. It does that for the unschooled, which phi- losophy does for Berkeley and Viasa.3 The uniform language that may be heard in the churches of the most ignorant sects, is,—‘Contemn the unsub- stantial shows of the world; they are vanities, dreams, shadows, unrealities; seek the realities of religion.’ The devotee ^outs nature. Some theosophists4 have arrived at a certain hostility and indignation towards matter, as the Manichean and Plotinus. They distrusted in themselves any looking back to these ^esh- pots of Egypt. Plotinus was ashamed of his body.5 In short, they might all better say of matter, what Michael Angelo said of external beauty, “it is the frail and weary weed, in which God dresses the soul, which he has called into time.” 6

It appears that motion, poetry, physical and intellectual science, and reli- gion, all tend to affect our convictions of the reality of the external world. But I own there is something ungrateful in expanding too curiously the particulars of the general proposition, that all culture tends to imbue us with idealism. I have no hostility to nature, but a child’s love to it. I expand and live in the warm day like corn and melons. Let us speak her fair. I do not wish to ^ing stones at my beautiful mother, nor soil my gentle nest. I only wish to indicate the true position of nature in regard to man, wherein to establish man, all right education tends; as the ground which to attain is the object of human life, that is, of man’s connexion with nature. Culture inverts the vulgar views of nature, and brings the mind to call that appar- ent, which it uses to call real, and that real, which it uses to call visionary. Children, it is true, believe in the external world. The belief that it appears only, is an afterthought, but with culture, this faith will as surely arise on the mind as did the Srst.

The advantage of the ideal theory over the pop u lar faith, is this, that it presents the world in precisely that view which is most desirable to the mind. It is, in fact, the view which Reason, both speculative and practical,

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7. Only an appearance. 8. Visible state.

that is, philosophy and virtue, take. For, seen in the light of thought, the world always is phenomenal;7 and virtue subordinates it to the mind. Idealism sees the world in God. It beholds the whole circle of persons and things, of actions and events, of country and religion, not as painfully accumulated, atom after atom, act after act, in an aged creeping Past, but as one vast picture, which God paints on the instant eternity, for the contemplation of the soul. There- fore the soul holds itself off from a too trivial and microscopic study of the universal tablet. It respects the end too much, to immerse itself in the means. It sees something more important in Christianity, than the scandals of ecclesiastical history or the niceties of criticism; and, very incurious con- cerning persons or miracles, and not at all disturbed by chasms of historical evidence, it accepts from God the phenomenon, as it Snds it, as the pure and awful form of religion in the world. It is not hot and passionate at the appearance of what it calls its own good or bad fortune, at the union or oppo- sition of other persons. No man is its enemy. It accepts whatsoever befalls, as part of its lesson. It is a watcher more than a doer, and it is a doer, only that it may the better watch.

Chapter VII. Spirit

It is essential to a true theory of nature and of man, that it should contain somewhat progressive. Uses that are exhausted or that may be, and facts that end in the statement, cannot be all that is true of this brave lodging wherein man is harbored, and wherein all his faculties Snd appropriate and endless exercise. And all the uses of nature admit of being summed in one, which yields the activity of man an inSnite scope. Through all its kingdoms, to the suburbs and outskirts of things, it is faithful to the cause whence it had its origin. It always speaks of Spirit. It suggests the absolute. It is a perpetual effect. It is a great shadow pointing always to the sun behind us.

The aspect of nature is devout. Like the Sgure of Jesus, she stands with bended head, and hands folded upon the breast. The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship.

Of that ineffable essence which we call Spirit, he that thinks most, will say least. We can foresee God in the coarse and, as it were, distant phenomena of matter; but when we try to deSne and describe himself, both language and thought desert us, and we are as helpless as fools and savages. That essence refuses to be recorded in propositions, but when man has worshipped him intellectually, the noblest ministry of nature is to stand as the apparition8 of God. It is the great organ through which the universal spirit speaks to the individual, and strives to lead back the individual to it.

When we consider Spirit, we see that the views already presented do not include the whole circumference of man. We must add some related thoughts.

Three problems are put by nature to the mind; What is matter? Whence is it? and Whereto? The Srst of these questions only, the ideal theory answers. Idealism saith: matter is a phenomenon, not a substance. Idealism acquaints us with the total disparity between the evidence of our own being, and the evidence of the world’s being. The one is perfect, the other, incapable of any

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9. From Milton’s Comus 13– 14.

assurance; the mind is a part of the nature of things; the world is a divine dream, from which we may presently awake to the glories and certainties of day. Idealism is a hypothesis to account for nature by other principles than those of carpentry and chemistry. Yet, if it only deny the existence of matter, it does not satisfy the demands of the spirit. It leaves God out of me. It leaves me in the splendid labyrinth of my perceptions, to wander without end. Then the heart resists it, because it baulks the affections in denying substantive being to men and women. Nature is so pervaded with human life, that there is something of humanity in all, and in every par tic u lar. But this theory makes nature foreign to me, and does not account for that consanguinity which we acknowledge to it.

Let it stand then, in the present state of our knowledge, merely as a use- ful introductory hypothesis, serving to apprize us of the eternal distinction between the soul and the world.

But when, following the invisible steps of thought, we come to inquire, Whence is matter? and Whereto? many truths arise to us out of the recesses of consciousness. We learn that the highest is present to the soul of man, that the dread universal essence, which is not wisdom, or love, or beauty, or power, but all in one, and each entirely, is that for which all things exist, and that by which they are; that spirit creates; that behind nature, through- out nature, spirit is present; that spirit is one and not compound; that spirit does not act upon us from without, that is, in space and time, but spiritu- ally, or through ourselves. Therefore, that spirit, that is, the Supreme Being, does not build up nature around us, but puts it forth through us, as the life of the tree puts forth new branches and leaves through the pores of the old. As a plant upon the earth, so a man rests upon the bosom of God: he is nour- ished by unfailing fountains, and draws, at his need, inexhaustible power. Who can set bounds to the possibilities of man? Once inspire the inSnite, by being admitted to behold the absolute natures of justice and truth, and we learn that man has access to the entire mind of the Creator, is himself the creator in the Snite. This view, which admonishes me where the sources of wisdom and power lie, and points to virtue as to

“The golden key Which opes the palace of eternity,”9

carries upon its face the highest certiScate of truth, because it animates me to create my own world through the puriScation of my soul.

The world proceeds from the same spirit as the body of man. It is a remoter and inferior incarnation of God, a projection of God in the uncon- scious. But it differs from the body in one important respect. It is not, like that, now subjected to the human will. Its serene order is inviolable by us. It is therefore, to us, the present expositor of the divine mind. It is a Sxed point whereby we may mea sure our departure. As we degenerate, the con- trast between us and our house is more evident. We are as much strangers in nature, as we are aliens from God. We do not understand the notes of the birds. The fox and the deer run away from us; the bear and tiger rend us. We do not know the uses of more than a few plants, as corn and the apple,

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1. Learned person. 2. Display case, or room containing many dis- play cases.

the potato and the vine. Is not the landscape, every glimpse of which hath a grandeur, a face of him? Yet this may show us what discord is between man and nature, for you cannot freely admire a noble landscape, if laborers are digging in the Seld hard by. The poet Snds something ridiculous in his delight, until he is out of the sight of men.

Chapter VIII. Prospects

In inquiries respecting the laws of the world and the frame of things, the highest reason is always the truest. That which seems faintly possible— it is so reSned, is often faint and dim because it is deepest seated in the mind among the eternal verities. Empirical science is apt to cloud the sight, and, by the very knowledge of functions and pro cesses, to bereave the student of the manly contemplation of the whole. The savant1 becomes unpoetic. But the best read naturalist who lends an entire and devout attention to truth, will see that there remains much to learn of his relation to the world, and that it is not to be learned by any addition or subtraction or other compari- son of known quantities, but is arrived at by untaught sallies of the spirit, by a continual self- recovery, and by entire humility. He will perceive that there are far more excellent qualities in the student than preciseness and infalli- bility; that a guess is often more fruitful than an indisputable afSrmation, and that a dream may let us deeper into the secret of nature than a hundred concerted experiments.

For, the problems to be solved are precisely those which the physiologist and the naturalist omit to state. It is not so pertinent to man to know all the individuals of the animal kingdom, as it is to know whence and whereto is this tyrannizing unity in his constitution, which evermore separates and classiSes things, endeavouring to reduce the most diverse to one form. When I behold a rich landscape, it is less to my purpose to recite correctly the order and super- position of the strata, than to know why all thought of multitude is lost in a tranquil sense of unity. I cannot greatly honor minute- ness in details, so long as there is no hint to explain the relation between things and thoughts; no ray upon the metaphysics of conchology, of bot- any, of the arts, to show the relation of the forms of ^owers, shells, ani- mals, architecture, to the mind, and build science upon ideas. In a cabinet2 of natural history, we become sensible of a certain occult recognition and sympathy in regard to the most bizarre forms of beast, Ssh, and insect. The American who has been conSned, in his own country, to the sight of build- ings designed after foreign models, is surprised on entering York Minster or St. Peter’s at Rome, by the feeling that these structures are imitations also,— faint copies of an invisible archetype. Nor has science sufScient humanity, so long as the naturalist overlooks that wonderful congruity which subsists between man and the world; of which he is lord, not because he is the most subtile inhabitant, but because he is its head and heart, and Snds some- thing of himself in every great and small thing, in every mountain stratum, in every new law of color, fact of astronomy, or atmospheric in^uence which observation or analysis lay open. A perception of this mystery inspires the

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3. Stanzas 1– 4 and 6 of “Man” (1633). 4. In copying two quotations from the Edin- burgh Review Emerson blurred the attributions;

here he quotes not from Plato, but from section 9 of Aristotle’s Poetics. 5. Foretelling, prophesying.

muse of George Herbert, the beautiful psalmist of the seventeenth century. The following lines are part of his little poem on Man.3

“Man is all symmetry, Full of proportions, one limb to another, And to all the world besides. Each part may call the farthest, brother; For head with foot hath private amity, And both with moons and tides.

“Nothing hath got so far But man hath caught and kept it as his prey; His eyes dismount the highest star; He is in little all the sphere. Herbs gladly cure our ^esh, because that they Find their acquaintance there.

“For us, the winds do blow. The earth doth rest, heaven move, and fountains ^ow; Nothing we see, but means our good, As our delight, or as our trea sure; The whole is either our cupboard of food, Or cabinet of plea sure.

“The stars have us to bed; Night draws the curtain; which the sun withdraws. Music and light attend our head. All things unto our ^esh are kind, In their descent and being; to our mind, In their ascent and cause.

“More servants wait on man Than he’ll take notice of. In every path, He treads down that which doth befriend him When sickness makes him pale and wan. Oh mighty love! Man is one world, and hath Another to attend him.”

The perception of this class of truths makes the eternal attraction which draws men to science, but the end is lost sight of in attention to the means. In view of this half- sight of science, we accept the sentence of Plato, that, “poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.” 4 Every surmise and vatici- nation5 of the mind is entitled to a certain respect, and we learn to prefer imperfect theories, and sentences, which contain glimpses of truth, to digested systems which have no one valuable suggestion. A wise writer will feel that the ends of study and composition are best answered by announcing undis- covered regions of thought, and so communicating, through hope, new activ- ity to the torpid spirit.

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6. Perhaps a joking reference to Bronson Alcott (1799– 1888), Emerson’s neighbor and Trancen- dentalist friend, who authored his own “Orphic Sayings” (though these poetic passages are by

Emerson). 7. The Babylonian king Nebuchadnezzar (d. 562 b.c.e.) “was driven from men, and did eat grass as oxen” (Daniel 4.33).

I shall therefore conclude this essay with some traditions of man and nature, which a certain poet6 sang to me; and which, as they have always been in the world, and perhaps reappear to every bard, may be both history and prophecy.

‘The foundations of man are not in matter, but in spirit. But the element of spirit is eternity. To it, therefore, the longest series of events, the oldest chronologies are young and recent. In the cycle of the universal man, from whom the known individuals proceed, centuries are points, and all history is but the epoch of one degradation.

‘We distrust and deny inwardly our sympathy with nature. We own and disown our relation to it, by turns. We are, like Nebuchadnezzar, dethroned, bereft of reason, and eating grass like an ox.7 But who can set limits to the remedial force of spirit?

‘A man is a god in ruins. When men are innocent, life shall be longer, and shall pass into the immortal, as gently as we awake from dreams. Now, the world would be insane and rabid, if these disorganizations should last for hundreds of years. It is kept in check by death and infancy. Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise.

‘Man is the dwarf of himself. Once he was permeated and dissolved by spirit. He Slled nature with his over^owing currents. Out from him sprang the sun and moon; from man, the sun; from woman, the moon. The laws of his mind, the periods of his actions externized themselves into day and night, into the year and the seasons. But, having made for himself this huge shell, his waters retired; he no longer Slls the veins and veinlets; he is shrunk to a drop. He sees, that the structure still Sts him, but Sts him colossally. Say, rather, once it Stted him, now it corresponds to him from far and on high. He adores timidly his own work. Now is man the follower of the sun, and woman the follower of the moon. Yet sometimes he starts in his slumber, and wonders at himself and his house, and muses strangely at the resemblance betwixt him and it. He perceives that if his law is still paramount, if still he have elemental power, “if his word is sterling yet in nature,” it is not con- scious power, it is not inferior but superior to his will. It is Instinct.’ Thus my Orphic poet sang.

At present, man applies to nature but half his force. He works on the world with his understanding alone. He lives in it, and masters it by a penny- wisdom; and he that works most in it, is but a half- man and whilst his arms are strong and his digestion good, his mind is imbruted and he is a selSsh savage. His relation to nature, his power over it, is through the understand- ing; as by manure; the economic use of Sre, wind, water, and the mariner’s needle; steam, coal, chemical agriculture; the repairs of the human body by the dentist and the surgeon. This is such a resumption of power, as if a banished king should buy his territories inch by inch, instead of vaulting at once into his throne. Meantime, in the thick darkness, there are not wanting gleams of a better light,— occasional examples of the action of man upon

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8. State of supernatural ecstasy or possession. 9. A Protestant millenarian sect known for its commitments to sexual equality and celibacy, the Shakers were founded in En gland in 1747 and moved to America in 1774; like the Quakers, they preached the importance of attending to one’s

inner light. Leopold Franz Emmerich, prince of Hohenlohe (1794– 1849), reputed miracle healer. 1. Hypnotism. 2. Medieval scholastic phi los o phers. 3. Psalm 42.7.

nature with his entire force,— with reason as well as understanding. Such examples are; the traditions of miracles in the earliest antiquity of all nations; the history of Jesus Christ; the achievements of a principle, as in religious and po liti cal revolutions, and in the abolition of the Slave- trade; the miracles of enthusiasm,8 as those reported of Swedenborg, Hohenlohe, and the Shakers;9 many obscure and yet contested facts, now arranged under the name of Animal Magnetism;1 prayer; eloquence, self- healing; and the wis- dom of children. These are examples of Reason’s momentary grasp of the sceptre, the exertions of a power which exists not in time or space, but an instantaneous in- streaming causing power. The difference between the actual and the ideal force of man is happily Sgured by the schoolmen,2 in saying, that the knowledge of man is an eve ning knowledge, vespertina cog- nitio, but that of God is a morning knowledge, matutina cognitio.

The problem of restoring to the world original and eternal beauty, is solved by the redemption of the soul. The ruin or the blank, that we see when we look at nature, is in our own eye. The axis of vision is not coincident with the axis of things, and so they appear not transparent but opake. The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is dis- united with himself. He cannot be a naturalist, until he satisSes all the demands of the spirit. Love is as much its demand, as perception. Indeed, neither can be perfect without the other. In the uttermost meaning of the words, thought is devout, and devotion is thought. Deep calls unto deep.3 But in actual life, the marriage is not celebrated. There are innocent men who worship God after the tradition of their fathers, but their sense of duty has not yet extended to the use of all their faculties. And there are patient naturalists, but they freeze their subject under the wintry light of the understanding. Is not prayer also a study of truth,— a sally of the soul into the unfound inSnite? No man ever prayed heartily, without learning some- thing. But when a faithful thinker, resolute to detach every object from personal relations, and see it in the light of thought, shall, at the same time, kindle science with the Sre of the holiest affections, then will God go forth anew into the creation.

It will not need, when the mind is prepared for study, to search for objects. The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common. What is a day? What is a year? What is summer? What is woman? What is a child? What is sleep? To our blindness, these things seem unaffecting. We make fables to hide the baldness of the fact and conform it, as we say, to the higher law of the mind. But when the fact is seen under the light of an idea, the gaudy fable fades and shrivels. We behold the real higher law. To the wise, therefore, a fact is true poetry, and the most beautiful of fables. These wonders are brought to our own door. You also are a man. Man and woman, and their social life, poverty, labor, sleep, fear, fortune, are known to you. Learn that none of these things is superScial, but that each phenomenon hath its roots in the faculties and affections of the mind. Whilst the abstract

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4. The scholar’s private workroom. 5. Luke 17.20. 1. The text printed here is that of the Srst publi- cation (1837) as a pamphlet titled An Oration, Delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society at Cambridge, August 31, 1837. By changing the title to “The American Scholar” when he republished

it in Nature, Addresses, and Lectures (1849), Emer- son made clear that he was addressing a larger audience than this Srst group. 2. Also a reference to the academic year tradi- tionally beginning in September. 3. Poets of southern France, especially Provence, in the 12th and 13th centuries.

question occupies your intellect, nature brings it in the concrete to be solved by your hands. It were a wise inquiry for the closet,4 to compare, point by point, especially at remarkable crises in life, our daily history, with the rise and progress of ideas in the mind.

So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes. It shall answer the endless inquiry of the intellect,— What is truth? and of the affections,— What is good? by yielding itself passive to the educated Will. Then shall come to pass what my poet said; ‘Nature is not Sxed but ^uid. Spirit alters, moulds, makes it. The immobility or bruteness of nature, is the absence of spirit; to pure spirit, it is ^uid, it is volatile, it is obedient. Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house, a world; and beyond its world, a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you. For you is the phenomenon per- fect. What we are, that only can we see. All that Adam had, all that Cæsar could, you have and can do. Adam called his house, heaven and earth; Cæsar called his house, Rome; you perhaps call yours, a cobler’s trade; a hundred acres of ploughed land; or a scholar’s garret. Yet line for line and point for point, your dominion is as great as theirs, though without Sne names. Build, therefore your own world. As fast as you can conform your life to the pure idea in your mind, that will unfold its great proportions. A correspon- dent revolution in things will attend the in^ux of the spirit. So fast will dis- agreeable appearances, swine, spiders, snakes, pests, mad- houses, prisons, enemies, vanish; they are temporary and shall be no more seen. The sordor and Slths of nature, the sun shall dry up, and the wind exhale. As when the summer comes from the south, the snow- banks melt, and the face of the earth becomes green before it, so shall the advancing spirit create its orna- ments along its path, and carry with it the beauty it visits, and the song which enchants it; it shall draw beautiful faces, and warm hearts, and wise discourse, and heroic acts, around its way, until evil is no more seen. The kingdom of man over nature, which cometh not with observation,5— a dominion such as now is beyond his dream of God,— he shall enter without more wonder than the blind man feels who is gradually restored to perfect sight.’

1836

The American Scholar1

Mr. President, and Gentlemen, I greet you on the re- commencement of our literary year.2 Our anniversary

is one of hope, and, perhaps, not enough of labor. We do not meet for games of strength or skill, for the recitation of histories, tragedies and odes, like the ancient Greeks; for parliaments of love and poesy, like the Troubadours;3 nor

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4. The North Star. “Harp”: Lyra, a northern con- stellation, which includes the bright star Vega.

5. Emerson knew one such fable from Plato’s Symposium.

for the advancement of science, like our cotemporaries in the British and Eu ro pe an capitals. Thus far, our holiday has been simply a friendly sign of the survival of the love of letters amongst a people too busy to give to letters any more. As such, it is precious as the sign of an indestructible instinct. Perhaps the time is already come, when it ought to be, and will be something else; when the sluggard intellect of this continent will look from under its iron lids and Sll the postponed expectation of the world with something better than the exertions of mechanical skill. Our day of dependence, our long appren- ticeship to the learning of other lands, draws to a close. The millions that around us are rushing into life, cannot always be fed on the sere remains of foreign harvests. Events, actions arise, that must be sung, that will sing them- selves. Who can doubt that poetry will revive and lead in a new age, as the star in the constellation Harp which now ^ames in our zenith, astronomers announce, shall one day be the pole- star4 for a thousand years.

In the light of this hope, I accept the topic which not only usage, but the nature of our association, seem to prescribe to this day,— the American Scholar. Year by year, we come up hither to read one more chapter of his biography. Let us inquire what new lights, new events and more days have thrown on his character, his duties and his hopes.

It is one of those fables, which out of an unknown antiquity, convey an unlooked for wisdom, that the gods, in the beginning, divided Man into men, that he might be more helpful to himself;5 just as the hand was divided into Sngers, the better to answer its end.

The old fable covers a doctrine ever new and sublime; that there is One Man,— present to all par tic u lar men only partially, or through one faculty; and that you must take the whole society to Snd the whole man. Man is not a farmer, or a professor, or an engineer, but he is all. Man is priest, and scholar, and statesman, and producer, and soldier. In the divided or social state, these functions are parcelled out to individuals, each of whom aims to do his stint of the joint work, whilst each other performs his. The fable implies that the individual to possess himself, must sometimes return from his own labor to embrace all the other laborers. But unfortunately, this original unit, this fountain of power, has been so distributed to multitudes, has been so minutely subdivided and peddled out, that it is spilled into drops, and cannot be gathered. The state of society is one in which the members have suffered amputation from the trunk, and strut about so many walking monsters,— a good Snger, a neck, a stomach, an elbow, but never a man.

Man is thus metamorphosed into a thing, into many things. The planter, who is Man sent out into the Seld to gather food, is seldom cheered by any idea of the true dignity of his ministry. He sees his bushel and his cart, and nothing beyond, and sinks into the farmer, instead of Man on the farm. The tradesman scarcely ever gives an ideal worth to his work, but is ridden by the routine of his craft, and the soul is subject to dollars. The priest becomes a form; the attorney, a statute- book; the mechanic, a machine; the sailor, a rope of a ship.

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6. Function. 7. From the Greek phi los o pher Epictetus (c. 50–

c. 138 c.e.), who taught that the true good is within oneself.

In this distribution of functions, the scholar is the delegated intellect. In the right state, he is, Man Thinking. In the degenerate state, when the vic- tim of society, he tends to become a mere thinker, or, still worse, the parrot of other men’s thinking.

In this view of him, as Man Thinking, the whole theory of his ofSce6 is contained. Him nature solicits, with all her placid, all her monitory pictures. Him the past instructs. Him the future invites. Is not, indeed, every man a student, and do not all things exist for the student’s behoof? And, Snally, is not the true scholar the only true master? But, as the old oracle said, “All things have two handles. Beware of the wrong one.”7 In life, too often, the scholar errs with mankind and forfeits his privilege. Let us see him in his school, and consider him in reference to the main in^uences he receives.

I. The Srst in time and the Srst in importance of the in^uences upon the mind is that of nature. Every day, the sun; and, after sunset, night and her stars. Ever the winds blow; ever the grass grows. Every day, men and women, conversing, beholding and beholden. The scholar must needs stand wistful and admiring before this great spectacle. He must settle its value in his mind. What is nature to him? There is never a beginning, there is never an end to the inexplicable continuity of this web of God, but always circular power returning into itself. Therein it resembles his own spirit, whose begin- ning, whose ending he never can Snd— so entire, so boundless. Far, too, as her splendors shine, system on system shooting like rays, upward, downward, without centre, without circumference,— in the mass and in the particle nature hastens to render account of herself to the mind. ClassiScation begins. To the young mind, every thing is individual, stands by itself. By and by, it Snds how to join two things, and see in them one nature; then three, then three thousand; and so, tyrannized over by its own unifying instinct, it goes on tying things together, diminishing anomalies, discovering roots running under ground, whereby contrary and remote things cohere, and ^ower out from one stem. It presently learns, that, since the dawn of history, there has been a constant accumulation and classifying of facts. But what is classiS- cation but the perceiving that these objects are not chaotic, and are not foreign, but have a law which is also a law of the human mind? The astron- omer discovers that geometry, a pure abstraction of the human mind, is the mea sure of planetary motion. The chemist Snds proportions and intelligi- ble method throughout matter: and science is nothing but the Snding of analogy, identity in the most remote parts. The ambitious soul sits down before each refractory fact; one after another, reduces all strange constitu- tions, all new powers, to their class and their law, and goes on forever to animate the last Sbre of or ga ni za tion, the outskirts of nature, by insight.

Thus to him, to this school- boy under the bending dome of day, is sug- gested, that he and it proceed from one root; one is leaf and one is ^ower; relation, sympathy, stirring in every vein. And what is that Root? Is not that the soul of his soul?— A thought too bold— a dream too wild. Yet when this spiritual light shall have revealed the law of more earthly natures,— when he has learned to worship the soul, and to see that the natural philosophy that now is, is only the Srst gropings of its gigantic hand, he shall look for-

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8. In^owing. 9. Living. “Business”: busyness, activity. 1. Breathes in. “Go”: walk. 2. As a young man Marcus Tullius Cicero (106– 43 b.c.e.), Roman statesman, was renowned for his oratory. John Locke (1632– 1704), En glish phi-

los o pher and po liti cal thinker, wrote Essay Con- cerning Human Understanding (1690) before he was forty. Sir Francis Bacon (1561– 1626), En glish statesman and phi los o pher, is best known for his essays.

ward to an ever expanding knowledge as to a becoming creator. He shall see that nature is the opposite of the soul, answering to it part for part. One is seal, and one is print. Its beauty is the beauty of his own mind. Its laws are the laws of his own mind. Nature then becomes to him the mea sure of his attainments. So much of nature as he is ignorant of, so much of his own mind does he not yet possess. And, in Sne, the ancient precept, “Know thy- self,” and the modern precept, “Study nature,” become at last one maxim.

II. The next great in^uence8 into the spirit of the scholar, is, the mind of the Past,— in what ever form, whether of literature, of art, of institutions, that mind is inscribed. Books are the best type of the in^uence of the past, and perhaps we shall get at the truth— learn the amount of this in^uence more conveniently— by considering their value alone.

The theory of books is noble. The scholar of the Srst age received into him the world around; brooded thereon; gave it the new arrangement of his own mind, and uttered it again. It came into him— life; it went out from him— truth. It came to him—short- lived actions; it went out from him— immortal thoughts. It came to him— business; it went from him— poetry. It was— dead fact; now, it is quick9 thought. It can stand, and it can go. It now endures, it now ^ies, it now inspires.1 Precisely in proportion to the depth of mind from which it issued, so high does it soar, so long does it sing.

Or, I might say, it depends on how far the pro cess had gone, of transmuting life into truth. In proportion to the completeness of the distillation, so will the purity and imperishableness of the product be. But none is quite perfect. As no air- pump can by any means make a perfect vacuum, so neither can any artist entirely exclude the conventional, the local, the perishable from his book, or write a book of pure thought that shall be as efScient, in all respects, to a remote posterity, as to cotemporaries, or rather to the second age. Each age, it is found, must write its own books; or rather, each generation for the next succeeding. The books of an older period will not St this.

Yet hence arises a grave mischief. The sacredness which attaches to the act of creation,— the act of thought,— is instantly transferred to the record. The poet chanting, was felt to be a divine man. Henceforth the chant is divine also. The writer was a just and wise spirit. Henceforward it is settled, the book is perfect; as love of the hero corrupts into worship of his statue. Instantly, the book becomes noxious. The guide is a tyrant. We sought a brother, and lo, a governor. The sluggish and perverted mind of the multi- tude, always slow to open to the incursions of Reason, having once so opened, having once received this book, stands upon it, and makes an outcry, if it is disparaged. Colleges are built on it. Books are written on it by thinkers, not by Man Thinking; by men of talent, that is, who start wrong, who set out from accepted dogmas, not from their own sight of principles. Meek young men grow up in libraries, believing it their duty to accept the views which Cicero, which Locke, which Bacon have given, forgetful that Cicero, Locke and Bacon were only young men in libraries when they wrote these books.2

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Hence, instead of Man Thinking, we have the bookworm. Hence, the book- learned class, who value books, as such; not as related to nature and the human constitution, but as making a sort of Third Estate3 with the world and the soul. Hence, the restorers of readings, the emendators, the bibliomaniacs of all degrees.

This is bad; this is worse than it seems. Books are the best of things, well used; abused, among the worst. What is the right use? What is the one end which all means go to effect? They are for nothing but to inspire. I had better never see a book than to be warped by its attraction clean out of my own orbit, and made a satellite instead of a system. The one thing in the world of value, is, the active soul,— the soul, free, sovereign, active. This every man is entitled to; this every man contains within him, although in almost all men, obstructed, and as yet unborn. The soul active sees absolute truth; and utters truth, or creates. In this action, it is genius; not the privilege of here and there a favorite, but the sound estate of every man. In its essence, it is pro- gressive. The book, the college, the school of art, the institution of any kind, stop with some past utterance of genius. This is good, say they,— let us hold by this. They pin me down. They look backward and not forward. But genius always looks forward. The eyes of man are set in his forehead, not in his hindhead. Man hopes. Genius creates. To create,— to create,— is the proof of a divine presence. What ever talents may be, if the man create not, the pure ef^ux4 of the Deity is not his:— cinders and smoke, there may be, but not yet ^ame. There are creative manners, there are creative actions, and creative words; manners, actions, words, that is, indicative of no custom or authority, but springing spontaneous from the mind’s own sense of good and fair.

On the other part, instead of being its own seer, let it receive always from another mind its truth, though it were in torrents of light, without periods of solitude, inquest and self- recovery, and a fatal disser vice is done. Genius is always sufSciently the enemy of genius by over- in^uence. The literature of every nation bear me witness. The En glish dramatic poets have Shak- spearized now for two hundred years.

Undoubtedly, there is a right way of reading,— so it be sternly subordi- nated. Man Thinking must not be subdued by his instruments. Books are for the scholar’s idle times. When he can read God directly, the hour is too precious to be wasted in other men’s transcripts of their readings. But when the intervals of darkness come, as come they must,— when the soul seeth not, when the sun is hid, and the stars withdraw their shining,— we repair to the lamps which were kindled by their ray to guide our steps to the East again, where the dawn is. We hear that we may speak. The Arabian proverb says, “A Sg tree looking on a Sg tree, becometh fruitful.”

It is remarkable, the character of the plea sure we derive from the best books. They impress us ever with the conviction that one nature wrote and the same reads. We read the verses of one of the great En glish poets, of Chaucer, of Marvell, of Dryden,5 with the most modern joy,— with a plea- sure, I mean, which is in great part caused by the abstraction of all time from their verses. There is some awe mixed with the joy of our surprise,

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3. The term “Third Estate” is based on an obso- lete social classiScation: Srst the clergy, second the nobility, third the common people. 4. Flowing forth.

5. En glish poets: Geoffrey Chaucer (1340– 1400), Andrew Marvell (1621– 1678), and John Dryden (1631– 1700).

6. Intelligence. “Gowns”: academic robes. 7. Invalid.

when this poet, who lived in some past world, two or three hundred years ago, says that which lies close to my own soul, that which I also had well nigh thought and said. But for the evidence thence afforded to the philo- sophical doctrine of the identity of all minds, we should suppose some pre- established harmony, some foresight of souls that were to be, and some preparation of stores for their future wants, like the fact observed in insects, who lay up food before death for the young grub they shall never see.

I would not be hurried by any love of system, by any exaggeration of instincts, to underrate the Book. We all know, that as the human body can be nourished on any food, though it were boiled grass and the broth of shoes, so the human mind can be fed by any knowledge. And great and heroic men have existed, who had almost no other information than by the printed page. I only would say, that it needs a strong head to bear that diet. One must be an inventor to read well. As the proverb says, “He that would bring home the wealth of the Indies, must carry out the wealth of the Indies.” There is then creative reading, as well as creative writing. When the mind is braced by labor and invention, the page of what ever book we read becomes luminous with manifold allusion. Every sentence is doubly signiScant, and the sense of our author is as broad as the world. We then see, what is always true, that as the seer’s hour of vision is short and rare among heavy days and months, so is its record, perchance, the least part of his volume. The discerning will read in his Plato or Shakspeare, only that least part,— only the authentic utterances of the oracle,— and all the rest he rejects, were it never so many times Plato’s and Shakspeare’s.

Of course, there is a portion of reading quite indispensable to a wise man. History and exact science he must learn by laborious reading. Colleges, in like manner, have their indispensable ofSce,— to teach elements. But they can only highly serve us, when they aim not to drill, but to create; when they gather from far every ray of various genius to their hospitable halls, and, by the concentrated Sres, set the hearts of their youth on ^ame. Thought and knowledge are natures in which apparatus and pretension avail nothing. Gowns, and pecuniary foundations, though of towns of gold, can never coun- tervail the least sentence or syllable of wit.6 Forget this, and our American colleges will recede in their public importance whilst they grow richer every year.

III. There goes in the world a notion that the scholar should be a recluse, a valetudinarian,7— as unSt for any handiwork or public labor, as a penknife for an axe. The so called “practical men” sneer at speculative men, as if, because they speculate or see, they could do nothing. I have heard it said that the clergy,— who are always more universally than any other class, the scholars of their day,— are addressed as women: that the rough, spontaneous conversation of men they do not hear, but only a mincing and diluted speech. They are often virtually disfranchised; and, indeed, there are advo- cates for their celibacy. As far as this is true of the studious classes, it is not just and wise. Action is with the scholar subordinate, but it is essential. With- out it, he is not yet man. Without it, thought can never ripen into truth. Whilst the world hangs before the eye as a cloud of beauty, we can not even see its beauty. Inaction is cowardice, but there can be no scholar without

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8. A form of silk produced by silkworms, which feed on mulberry leaves. 9. “For this corruptible must put on incorrup- tion, and this mortal must put on immortality” (1 Corinthians 15.53).

1. The highest reaches of heaven. 2. Rods used for punishing children. 3. Savoy is in the western Alps, where France, Italy, and Switzerland converge.

the heroic mind. The preamble of thought, the transition through which it passes from the unconscious to the conscious, is action. Only so much do I know, as I have lived. Instantly, we know whose words are loaded with life, and whose not.

The world,— this shadow of the soul, or other me, lies wide around. Its attractions are the keys which unlock my thoughts and make me acquainted with myself. I launch eagerly into this resounding tumult. I grasp the hands of those next me, and take my place in the ring to suffer and to work, taught by an instinct that so shall the dumb abyss be vocal with speech. I pierce its order; I dissipate its fear; I dispose of it within the circuit of my expanding life. So much only of life as I know by experience, so much of the wilder- ness have I vanquished and planted, or so far have I extended my being, my dominion. I do not see how any man can afford, for the sake of his nerves and his nap, to spare any action in which he can partake. It is pearls and rubies to his discourse. Drudgery, calamity, exasperation, want, are instructers in eloquence and wisdom. The true scholar grudges every opportunity of action past by, as a loss of power.

It is the raw material out of which the intellect moulds her splendid prod- ucts. A strange pro cess too, this, by which experience is converted into thought, as a mulberry leaf is converted into satin.8 The manufacture goes forward at all hours.

The actions and events of our childhood and youth are now matters of calmest observation. They lie like fair pictures in the air. Not so with our recent actions,— with the business which we now have in hand. On this we are quite unable to speculate. Our affections as yet circulate through it. We no more feel or know it, than we feel the feet, or the hand, or the brain of our body. The new deed is yet a part of life,— remains for a time immersed in our unconscious life. In some contemplative hour, it detaches itself from the life like a ripe fruit, to become a thought of the mind. Instantly, it is raised, transSgured; the corruptible has put on incorruption.9 Always now it is an object of beauty, however base its origin and neighborhood. Observe, too, the impossibility of antedating this act. In its grub state, it cannot ^y, it cannot shine,— it is a dull grub. But suddenly, without observation, the self- same thing unfurls beautiful wings, and is an angel of wisdom. So is there no fact, no event, in our private history, which shall not, sooner or later, lose its adhesive inert form, and astonish us by soaring from our body into the empy- rean.1 Cradle and infancy, school and playground, the fear of boys, and dogs, and ferules,2 the love of little maids and berries, and many another fact that once Slled the whole sky, are gone already; friend and relative, profession and party, town and country, nation and world, must also soar and sing.

Of course, he who has put forth his total strength in St actions, has the richest return of wisdom. I will not shut myself out of this globe of action and transplant an oak into a ^ower pot, there to hunger and pine; nor trust the revenue of some single faculty, and exhaust one vein of thought, much like those Savoyards,3 who, getting their livelihood by carving shepherds,

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shepherdesses, and smoking Dutchmen, for all Eu rope, went out one day to the mountain to Snd stock, and discovered that they had whittled up the last of their pine trees. Authors we have in numbers, who have written out their vein, and who, moved by a commendable prudence, sail for Greece or Palestine, follow the trapper into the prairie, or ramble round Algiers to replenish their merchantable stock.4

If it were only for a vocabulary the scholar would be covetous of action. Life is our dictionary. Years are well spent in country labors; in town— in the insight into trades and manufactures; in frank intercourse with many men and women; in science; in art; to the one end of mastering in all their facts a language, by which to illustrate and embody our perceptions. I learn immediately from any speaker how much he has already lived, through the poverty or the splendor of his speech. Life lies behind us as the quarry from whence we get tiles and copestones for the masonry of to- day. This is the way to learn grammar. Colleges and books only copy the language which the Seld and the workyard made.

But the Snal value of action, like that of books, and better than books, is, that it is a resource. That great principle of Undulation in nature, that shows itself in the inspiring and expiring of the breath; in desire and satiety; in the ebb and ^ow of the sea, in day and night, in heat and cold, and as yet more deeply ingrained in every atom and every ^uid, is known to us under the name of Polarity,— these “Sts of easy transmission and re^ection,” as Newton5 called them, are the law of nature because they are the law of spirit.

The mind now thinks; now acts; and each St reproduces the other. When the artist has exhausted his materials, when the fancy no longer paints, when thoughts are no longer apprehended, and books are a weariness,— he has always the resource to live. Character is higher than intellect. Thinking is the function. Living is the functionary. The stream retreats to its source. A great soul will be strong to live, as well as strong to think. Does he lack organ or medium to impart his truths? He can still fall back on this elemen- tal force of living them. This is a total act. Thinking is a partial act. Let the grandeur of justice shine in his affairs. Let the beauty of affection cheer his lowly roof. Those “far from fame” who dwell and act with him, will feel the force of his constitution in the doings and passages of the day better than it can be mea sured by any public and designed display. Time shall teach him that the scholar loses no hour which the man lives. Herein he unfolds the sacred germ of his instinct screened from in^uence. What is lost in seemli- ness is gained in strength. Not out of those on whom systems of education have exhausted their culture, comes the helpful giant to destroy the old or to build the new, but out of unhandselled6 savage nature, out of terrible Druids and Berserkirs, come at last Alfred7 and Shakspear.

I hear therefore with joy what ever is beginning to be said of the dignity and necessity of labor to every citizen. There is virtue yet in the hoe and the

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4. Likely references to Emerson’s contempo- raries: Nathaniel Parker Willis (1806– 1867), edi- tor and travel writer; Washington Irving, whose A Tour on the Prairies appeared in 1835; and James Fenimore Cooper, whose The Prairie was pub- lished in 1827. 5. From the Optics (1704) of Sir Isaac Newton (1642– 1727), En glish scientist and mathemati-

cian. 6. A handsel is a gift to express good wishes at the outset of some enterprise; apparently Emer- son uses “unhandselled” to mean something like unauspicious. 7. The enlightened 9th- century king of the West Saxons. “Terrible Druids and Berserkirs”: unciv- ilized Celts and Anglo- Saxons.

8. Glass- roofed. John Flamsteed (1646– 1719), En glish astronomer, Srst royal astronomer at Greenwich Observatory. Sir William Herschel (1738– 1822), German- born En glish astronomer.

spade, for learned as well as for unlearned hands. And labor is every where welcome; always we are invited to work; only be this limitation observed, that a man shall not for the sake of wider activity sacriSce any opinion to the pop u lar judgments and modes of action.

I have now spoken of the education of the scholar by nature, by books, and by action. It remains to say somewhat of his duties.

They are such as become Man Thinking. They may all be comprised in self- trust. The ofSce of the scholar is to cheer, to raise, and to guide men by showing them facts amidst appearances. He plies the slow, unhonored, and unpaid task of observation. Flamsteed and Herschel, in their glazed8 obser- vatory, may cata logue the stars with the praise of all men, and the results being splendid and useful, honor is sure. But he, in his private observatory, cata loguing obscure and nebulous stars of the human mind, which as yet no man has thought of as such,— watching days and months, sometimes, for a few facts; correcting still his old records;— must relinquish display and immediate fame. In the long period of his preparation, he must betray often an ignorance and shiftlessness in pop u lar arts, incurring the disdain of the able who shoulder him aside. Long he must stammer in his speech; often forego the living for the dead. Worse yet, he must accept— how often! pov- erty and solitude. For the ease and plea sure of treading the old road, accept- ing the fashions, the education, the religion of society, he takes the cross of making his own, and, of course, the self accusation, the faint heart, the frequent uncertainty and loss of time which are the nettles and tangling vines in the way of the self- relying and self- directed; and the state of virtual hostility in which he seems to stand to society, and especially to educated society. For all this loss and scorn, what offset? He is to Snd consolation in exercising the highest functions of human nature. He is one who raises him- self from private considerations, and breathes and lives on public and illus- trious thoughts. He is the world’s eye. He is the world’s heart. He is to resist the vulgar prosperity that retrogrades ever to barbarism, by preserving and communicating heroic sentiments, noble biographies, melodious verse, and the conclusions of history. Whatsoever oracles the human heart in all emer- gencies, in all solemn hours has uttered as its commentary on the world of actions,— these he shall receive and impart. And whatsoever new verdict Reason from her inviolable seat pronounces on the passing men and events of to- day,—this he shall hear and promulgate.

These being his functions, it becomes him to feel all conSdence in him- self, and to defer never to the pop u lar cry. He and he only knows the world. The world of any moment is the merest appearance. Some great decorum, some fetish of a government, some ephemeral trade, or war, or man, is cried up by half mankind and cried down by the other half, as if all depended on this par tic u lar up or down. The odds are that the whole question is not worth the poorest thought which the scholar has lost in listening to the controversy. Let him not quit his belief that a popgun is a popgun, though the ancient and honorable of the earth afSrm it to be the crack of doom. In silence, in steadiness, in severe abstraction, let him hold by himself; add observa- tion to observation; patient of neglect, patient of reproach, and bide his

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9. Seal. 1. An old proverb says, “Where Macgregor sits,

there is the head of the table”; Emerson substi- tutes another typical name for a Scottish chief.

own time,— happy enough if he can satisfy himself alone that this day he has seen something truly. Success treads on every right step. For the instinct is sure that prompts him to tell his brother what he thinks. He then learns that in going down into the secrets of his own mind, he has descended into the secrets of all minds. He learns that he who has mastered any law in his private thoughts, is master to that extent of all men whose language he speaks, and of all into whose language his own can be translated. The poet in utter solitude remembering his spontaneous thoughts and recording them, is found to have recorded that which men in “cities vast” Snd true for them also. The orator distrusts at Srst the Stness of his frank confessions,— his want of knowledge of the persons he addresses,— until he Snds that he is the complement of his hearers;— that they drink his words because he fulSls for them their own nature; the deeper he dives into his privatest secretest presentiment,— to his wonder he Snds, this is the most acceptable, most public, and universally true. The people delight in it; the better part of every man feels, This is my music: this is myself.

In self- trust, all the virtues are comprehended. Free should the scholar be,— free and brave. Free even to the deSnition of freedom, “without any hindrance that does not arise out of his own constitution.” Brave; for fear is a thing which a scholar by his very function puts behind him. Fear always springs from ignorance. It is a shame to him if his tranquillity, amid dan- gerous times, arise from the presumption that like children and women, his is a protected class; or if he seek a temporary peace by the diversion of his thoughts from politics or vexed questions, hiding his head like an ostrich in the ^owering bushes, peeping into microscopes, and turning rhymes, as a boy whistles to keep his courage up. So is the danger a danger still: so is the fear worse. Manlike let him turn and face it. Let him look into its eye and search its nature, inspect its origin— see the whelping of this lion,— which lies no great way back; he will then Snd in himself a perfect comprehension of its nature and extent; he will have made his hands meet on the other side, and can henceforth defy it, and pass on superior. The world is his who can see through its pretension. What deafness, what stone- blind custom, what overgrown error you behold, is there only by sufferance,— by your suf- ferance. See it to be a lie, and you have already dealt it its mortal blow.

Yes, we are the cowed,— we the trustless. It is a mischievous notion that we are come late into nature; that the world was Snished a long time ago. As the world was plastic and ^uid in the hands of God, so it is ever to so much of his attributes as we bring to it. To ignorance and sin, it is ^int. They adapt themselves to it as they may; but in proportion as a man has anything in him divine, the Srmament ^ows before him, and takes his signet9 and form. Not he is great who can alter matter, but he who can alter my state of mind. They are the kings of the world who give the color of their present thought to all nature and all art, and persuade men by the cheerful serenity of their carry ing the matter, that this thing which they do, is the apple which the ages have desired to pluck, now at last ripe, and inviting nations to the har- vest. The great man makes the great thing. Wherever Macdonald sits, there is the head of the table.1 Linnæus makes botany the most alluring of studies

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and wins it from the farmer and the herb- woman. Davy, chemistry: and Cuvier,2 fossils. The day is always his, who works in it with serenity and great aims. The unstable estimates of men crowd to him whose mind is Slled with a truth, as the heaped waves of the Atlantic follow the moon.

For this self- trust, the reason is deeper than can be fathomed,— darker than can be enlightened. I might not carry with me the feeling of my audi- ence in stating my own belief. But I have already shown the ground of my hope, in adverting to the doctrine that man is one. I believe man has been wronged: he has wronged himself. He has almost lost the light that can lead him back to his prerogatives. Men are become of no account. Men in history, men in the world of to- day are bugs, are spawn, and are called “the mass” and “the herd.” In a century, in a millennium, one or two men; that is to say— one or two approximations to the right state of every man. All the rest behold in the hero or the poet their own green and crude being— ripened; yes, and are content to be less, so that may attain to its full stature. What a testimony— full of grandeur, full of pity, is borne to the demands of his own nature, by the poor clansman, the poor partisan, who rejoices in the glory of his chief. The poor and the low Snd some amends to their im mense moral capacity, for their acquiescence in a po liti cal and social inferiority. They are content to be brushed like ^ies from the path of a great person, so that justice shall be done by him to that common nature which it is the dearest desire of all to see enlarged and gloriSed. They sun themselves in the great man’s light, and feel it to be their own element. They cast the dig- nity of man from their downtrod selves upon the shoulders of a hero, and will perish to add one drop of blood to make that great heart beat, those giant sinews combat and conquer. He lives for us, and we live in him.

Men such as they are, very naturally seek money or power; and power because it is as good as money,— the “spoils,” so called, “of ofSce.” And why not? for they aspire to the highest, and this, in their sleep- walking, they dream is highest. Wake them, and they shall quit the false good and leap to the true, and leave government to clerks and desks. This revolution is to be wrought by the gradual domestication of the idea of Culture. The main enterprise of the world for splendor, for extent, is the upbuilding of a man. Here are the materials strown along the ground. The private life of one man shall be a more illustrious monarchy,— more formidable to its enemy, more sweet and serene in its in^uence to its friend, than any kingdom in history. For a man, rightly viewed, comprehendeth the par tic u lar natures of all men. Each phi los o pher, each bard, each actor, has only done for me, as by a delegate, what one day I can do for myself. The books which once we valued more than the apple of the eye, we have quite exhausted. What is that but saying that we have come up with the point of view which the univer- sal mind took through the eyes of that one scribe; we have been that man, and have passed on. First, one; then another; we drain all cisterns, and wax- ing greater by all these supplies, we crave a better and more abundant food. The man has never lived that can feed us ever. The human mind cannot be enshrined in a person who shall set a barrier on any one side to this unbounded, unboundable empire. It is one central Sre which ^aming now out of the lips

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2. Georges Cuvier (1769– 1832), French pioneer in comparative anatomy and paleontology. Carl von Linné (“Linnæus”) (1707– 1778), Swedish botanist. Sir Humphry Davy (1778– 1829), En glish chemist.

3. Active volcanoes in eastern Sicily and south- ern Italy.

4. Shakespeare’s Hamlet 3.1.85.

of Etna, lightens the capes of Sicily; and now out of the throat of Vesuvius,3 illuminates the towers and vineyards of Naples. It is one light which beams out of a thousand stars. It is one soul which animates all men.

But I have dwelt perhaps tediously upon this abstraction of the Scholar. I ought not to delay longer to add what I have to say, of nearer reference to the time and to this country.

Historically, there is thought to be a difference in the ideas which pre- dominate over successive epochs, and there are data for marking the genius of the Classic, of the Romantic, and now of the Re^ective or Philosophical age. With the views I have intimated of the oneness or the identity of the mind through all individuals, I do not much dwell on these differences. In fact, I believe each individual passes through all three. The boy is a Greek; the youth, romantic; the adult, re^ective. I deny not, however, that a revolu- tion in the leading idea may be distinctly enough traced.

Our age is bewailed as the age of Introversion. Must that needs be evil? We, it seems, are critical. We are embarrassed with second thoughts. We cannot enjoy any thing for hankering to know whereof the plea sure con- sists. We are lined with eyes. We see with our feet. The time is infected with Hamlet’s unhappiness,—

“Sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought.” 4

Is it so bad then? Sight is the last thing to be pitied. Would we be blind? Do we fear lest we should outsee nature and God, and drink truth dry? I look upon the discontent of the literary class as a mere announcement of the fact that they Snd themselves not in the state of mind of their fathers, and regret the coming state as untried; as a boy dreads the water before he has learned that he can swim. If there is any period one would desire to be born in,— is it not the age of Revolution; when the old and the new stand side by side, and admit of being compared; when the energies of all men are searched by fear and by hope; when the historic glories of the old, can be compensated by the rich possibilities of the new era? This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it.

I read with joy some of the auspicious signs of the coming days as they glimmer already through poetry and art, through philosophy and science, through church and state.

One of these signs is the fact that the same movement which effected the elevation of what was called the lowest class in the state, assumed in litera- ture a very marked and as benign an aspect. Instead of the sublime and beautiful, the near, the low, the common, was explored and poetised. That which had been negligently trodden under foot by those who were harness- ing and provisioning themselves for long journies into far countries, is sud- denly found to be richer than all foreign parts. The literature of the poor, the feelings of the child, the philosophy of the street, the meaning of house hold life, are the topics of the time. It is a great stride. It is a sign— is it not? of new vigor, when the extremities are made active, when currents of warm life run into the hands and the feet. I ask not for the great, the remote, the romantic; what is doing in Italy or Arabia; what is Greek art, or

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5. Music of the medieval troubadours of Provence, in southeastern France. 6. Small wooden vessel. 7. Junk room. 8. Emerson contrasts the so- called pre- Romantics Oliver Goldsmith (1730– 1794), Robert Burns (1759– 1796), and William Cowper (1731– 1800) with the Romantics Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749– 1832), William Wordsworth (1770– 1850), and Thomas Carlyle (1795– 1881). 9. The 18th- century British writers Alexander

Pope (1688– 1744), Samuel Johnson (1709– 1784), and Edward Gibbon (1737– 1794). 1. Swedish scientist, theologian, and mystic (1688– 1772). Emerson was inspired by Sweden- borg’s notion of the correspondence between the natural and spiritual worlds. 2. Johann Heinrich Pestalozzi (1746– 1827), Swiss educator who was an early advocate of kin- dergarten education. His theories in^uenced several of Emerson’s friends.

Provençal Minstrelsy;5 I embrace the common, I explore and sit at the feet of the familiar, the low. Give me insight into to- day, and you may have the antique and future worlds. What would we really know the meaning of? The meal in the Srkin;6 the milk in the pan; the ballad in the street; the news of the boat; the glance of the eye; the form and the gait of the body;— show me the ultimate reason of these matters;— show me the sublime pres- ence of the highest spiritual cause lurking, as always it does lurk, in these suburbs and extremities of nature; let me see every tri^e bristling with the polarity that ranges it instantly on an eternal law; and the shop, the plough, and the ledger, referred to the like cause by which light undulates and poets sing;— and the world lies no longer a dull miscellany and lumber room,7 but has form and order; there is no tri^e; there is no puzzle; but one design unites and animates the farthest pinnacle and the lowest trench.

This idea has inspired the genius of Goldsmith, Burns, Cowper, and in a newer time, of Goethe, Wordsworth, and Carlyle.8 This idea they have differ- ently followed and with various success. In contrast with their writing, the style of Pope, of Johnson, of Gibbon,9 looks cold and pedantic. This writing is blood- warm. Man is surprised to Snd that things near are not less beautiful and wondrous than things remote. The near explains the far. The drop is a small ocean. A man is related to all nature. This perception of the worth of the vulgar, is fruitful in discoveries. Goethe, in this very thing the most modern of the moderns, has shown us, as none ever did, the genius of the ancients.

There is one man of genius who has done much for this philosophy of life, whose literary value has never yet been rightly estimated;— I mean Emanuel Swedenborg.1 The most imaginative of men, yet writing with the precision of a mathematician, he endeavored to engraft a purely philo- sophical Ethics on the pop u lar Christianity of his time. Such an attempt, of course, must have difSculty which no genius could surmount. But he saw and showed the connexion between nature and the affections of the soul. He pierced the emblematic or spiritual character of the visible, audible, tan- gible world. Especially did his shade- loving muse hover over and interpret the lower parts of nature; he showed the mysterious bond that allies moral evil to the foul material forms, and has given in epical parables a theory of insanity, of beasts, of unclean and fearful things.

Another sign of our times, also marked by an analogous po liti cal move- ment is, the new importance given to the single person. Every thing that tends to insulate the individual,— to surround him with barriers of natural respect, so that each man shall feel the world is his, and man shall treat with man as a sovereign state with a sovereign state;— tends to true union as well as greatness. “I learned,” said the melancholy Pestalozzi,2 “that no man in God’s wide earth is either willing or able to help any other man.”

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1. “An Address Delivered before the Se nior Class in Divinity College, Cambridge, Sunday Eve ning

15 July, 1838” was published as a pamphlet in Boston soon after it was given. That original text

Help must come from the bosom alone. The scholar is that man who must take up into himself all the ability of the time, all the contributions of the past, all the hopes of the future. He must be an university of knowledges. If there be one lesson more than another which should pierce his ear, it is, The world is nothing, the man is all; in yourself is the law of all nature, and you know not yet how a globule of sap ascends; in yourself slumbers the whole of Reason; it is for you to know all, it is for you to dare all. Mr. Presi- dent and Gentlemen, this conSdence in the unsearched might of man, belongs by all motives, by all prophecy, by all preparation, to the American Scholar. We have listened too long to the courtly muses of Eu rope. The spirit of the American freeman is already suspected to be timid, imitative, tame. Public and private avarice make the air we breathe thick and fat. The scholar is decent, indolent, complaisant. See already the tragic consequence. The mind of this country taught to aim at low objects, eats upon itself. There is no work for any but the decorous and the complaisant. Young men of the fairest promise, who begin life upon our shores, in^ated by the mountain winds, shined upon by all the stars of God, Snd the earth below not in uni- son with these,— but are hindered from action by the disgust which the principles on which business is managed inspire, and turn drudges, or die of disgust,— some of them suicides. What is the remedy? They did not yet see, and thousands of young men as hopeful now crowding to the barriers for the career, do not yet see, that if the single man plant himself indomita- bly on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him. Patience— patience;—with the shades of all the good and great for com- pany; and for solace, the perspective of your own inSnite life; and for work, the study and the communication of principles, the making those instincts prevalent, the conversion of the world. Is it not the chief disgrace in the world, not to be an unit;— not to be reckoned one character;— not to yield that peculiar fruit which each man was created to bear, but to be reckoned in the gross, in the hundred, or the thousand, of the party, the section, to which we belong; and our opinion predicted geo graph i cally, as the north, or the south. Not so, brothers and friends,— please God, ours shall not be so. We will walk on our own feet; we will work with our own hands; we will speak our own minds. Then shall man be no longer a name for pity, for doubt, and for sensual indulgence. The dread of man and the love of man shall be a wall of defence and a wreath of love around all. A nation of men will for the Srst time exist, because each believes himself inspired by the Divine Soul which also inspires all men.

1837

The Divinity School Address1

In this refulgent summer it has been a luxury to draw the breath of life. The grass grows, the buds burst, the meadow is spotted with Sre and gold in

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is followed here, though with the title used in Nature, Addresses, and Lectures (1849). Attacks on Emerson for questioning the unique divinity of Jesus Christ appeared in newspapers and pam- phlets, and Emerson cautioned himself in his journal to remain “steady.” He retracted nothing

privately or publicly and was not invited back to Harvard for three de cades. 2. An aromatic poplar tree, named for the cura- tive resin associated with Gilead in Jeremiah 8.22: “Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there?”

the tint of ^owers. The air is full of birds, and sweet with the breath of the pine, the balm- of- Gilead,2 and the new hay. Night brings no gloom to the heart with its welcome shade. Through the transparent darkness pour the stars their almost spiritual rays. Man under them seems a young child, and his huge globe a toy. The cool night bathes the world as with a river, and prepares his eyes again for the crimson dawn. The mystery of nature was never displayed more happily. The corn and the wine have been freely dealt to all creatures, and the never- broken silence with which the old bounty goes forward, has not yielded yet one word of explanation. One is constrained to respect the perfection of this world, in which our senses converse. How wide; how rich; what invitation from every property it gives to every faculty of man! In its fruitful soils; in its navigable sea; in its moun- tains of metal and stone; in its forests of all woods; in its animals; in its chemical ingredients; in the powers and path of light, heat, attraction, and life, is it well worth the pith and heart of great men to subdue and enjoy it. The planters, the mechanics, the inventors, the astronomers, the builders of cities, and the captains, history delights to honor.

But the moment the mind opens, and reveals the laws which traverse the universe, and make things what they are, then shrinks the great world at once into a mere illustration and fable of this mind. What am I? and What is? asks the human spirit with a curiosity new- kindled, but never to be quenched. Behold these outrunning laws, which our imperfect apprehension can see tend this way and that, but not come full circle. Behold these inSnite rela- tions, so like, so unlike; many, yet one. I would study, I would know, I would admire forever. These works of thought have been the entertainments of the human spirit in all ages.

A more secret, sweet, and overpowering beauty appears to man when his heart and mind open to the sentiment of virtue. Then instantly he is instructed in what is above him. He learns that his being is without bound; that, to the good, to the perfect, he is born, low as he now lies in evil and weakness. That which he venerates is still his own, though he has not real- ized it yet. He ought. He knows the sense of that grand word, though his analysis fails entirely to render account of it. When in innocency, or when by intellectual perception, he attains to say,—‘I love the Right; Truth is beautiful within and without, forevermore. Virtue, I am thine: save me: use me: thee will I serve, day and night, in great, in small, that I may be not virtuous, but virtue;’— then is the end of the creation answered, and God is well pleased.

The sentiment of virtue is a reverence and delight in the presence of cer- tain divine laws. It perceives that this homely game of life we play, covers, under what seem foolish details, principles that astonish. The child amidst his baubles, is learning the action of light, motion, gravity, muscular force; and in the game of human life, love, fear, justice, appetite, man, and God, interact. These laws refuse to be adequately stated. They will not by us or

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3. I.e., not an active power, but the absence of a power.

for us be written out on paper, or spoken by the tongue. They elude, evade our persevering thought, and yet we read them hourly in each other’s faces, in each other’s actions, in our own remorse. The moral traits which are all globed into every virtuous act and thought,— in speech, we must sever, and describe or suggest by painful enumeration of many particulars. Yet, as this sentiment is the essence of all religion, let me guide your eyes to the precise objects of the sentiment, by an enumeration of some of those classes of facts in which this element is conspicuous.

The intuition of the moral sentiment is an insight of the perfection of the laws of the soul. These laws execute themselves. They are out of time, out of space, and not subject to circumstance. Thus; in the soul of man there is a justice whose retributions are instant and entire. He who does a good deed, is instantly ennobled himself. He who does a mean deed, is by the action itself contracted. He who puts off impurity, thereby puts on purity. If a man is at heart just, then in so far is he God; the safety of God, the immortality of God, the majesty of God do enter into that man with justice. If a man dissemble, deceive, he deceives himself, and goes out of acquain- tance with his own being. A man in the view of absolute goodness, adores, with total humility. Every step so downward, is a step upward. The man who renounces himself, comes to himself by so doing.

See how this rapid intrinsic energy worketh everywhere, righting wrongs, correcting appearances, and bringing up facts to a harmony with thoughts. Its operation in life, though slow to the senses, is, at last, as sure as in the soul. By it, a man is made the Providence to himself, dispensing good to his goodness, and evil to his sin. Character is always known. Thefts never enrich; alms never impoverish; murder will speak out of stone walls. The least admix- ture of a lie,— for example, the smallest mixture of vanity, the least attempt to make a good impression, a favorable appearance,— will instantly vitiate the effect. But speak the truth, and all nature and all spirits help you with unexpected furtherance. Speak the truth, and all things alive or brute are vouchers, and the very roots of the grass underground there, do seem to stir and move to bear you witness. See again the perfection of the Law as it applies itself to the affections, and becomes the law of society. As we are, so we associate. The good, by afSnity, seek the good; the vile, by afSnity, the vile. Thus of their own volition, souls proceed into heaven, into hell.

These facts have always suggested to man the sublime creed, that the world is not the product of manifold power, but of one will, of one mind; and that one mind is everywhere, in each ray of the star, in each wavelet of the pool, active; and what ever opposes that will, is everywhere baulked and baf^ed, because things are made so, and not otherwise. Good is positive. Evil is merely privative,3 not absolute. It is like cold, which is the privation of heat. All evil is so much death or nonentity. Benevolence is absolute and real. So much benevolence as a man hath, so much life hath he. For all things pro- ceed out of this same spirit, which is differently named love, justice, tem- perance, in its different applications, just as the ocean receives different names on the several shores which it washes. All things proceed out of the same spirit, and all things conspire with it. Whilst a man seeks good ends,

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he is strong by the whole strength of nature. In so far as he roves from these ends, he bereaves himself of power, of auxiliaries; his being shrinks out of all remote channels, he becomes less and less, a mote, a point, until abso- lute badness is absolute death.

The perception of this law of laws always awakens in the mind a senti- ment which we call the religious sentiment, and which makes our highest happiness. Wonderful is its power to charm and to command. It is a moun- tain air. It is the embalmer of the world. It is myrrh and storax, and chlorine and rosemary.4 It makes the sky and the hills sublime, and the silent song of the stars is it. By it, is the universe made safe and habitable, not by science or power. Thought may work cold and intransitive in things, and Snd no end or unity. But the dawn of the sentiment of virtue on the heart, gives and is the assurance that Law is sovereign over all natures; and the worlds, time, space, eternity, do seem to break out into joy.

This sentiment is divine and deifying. It is the beatitude of man. It makes him illimitable. Through it, the soul Srst knows itself. It corrects the capital mistake of the infant man, who seeks to be great by following the great, and hopes to derive advantages from another,— by showing the fountain of all good to be in himself, and that he, equally with every man, is a door into the deeps of Reason. When he says, “I ought;” when love warms him; when he chooses, warned from on high, the good and great deed; then, deep melodies wander through his soul from Supreme Wisdom. Then he can worship, and be enlarged by his worship; for he can never go behind this sentiment. In the sublimest ^ights of the soul, rectitude is never surmounted, love is never outgrown.

This sentiment lies at the foundation of society, and successively creates all forms of worship. The principle of veneration never dies out. Man fallen into superstition, into sensuality, is never wholly without the visions of the moral sentiment. In like manner, all the expressions of this sentiment are sacred and permanent in proportion to their purity. The expressions of this sentiment affect us deeper, greatlier, than all other compositions. The sen- tences of the oldest time, which ejaculate this piety, are still fresh and fra- grant. This thought dwelled always deepest in the minds of men in the devout and contemplative East; not alone in Palestine, where it reached its purest expression, but in Egypt, in Persia, in India, in China. Eu rope has always owed to oriental genius, its divine impulses. What these holy bards said, all sane men found agreeable and true. And the unique impression of Jesus upon mankind, whose name is not so much written as ploughed into the history of this world, is proof of the subtle virtue of this infusion.

Meantime, whilst the doors of the temple stand open, night and day, before every man, and the oracles of this truth cease never, it is guarded by one stern condition; this, namely; it is an intuition. It cannot be received at second hand. Truly speaking, it is not instruction, but provocation, that I can receive from another soul. What he announces, I must Snd true in me, or wholly reject; and on his word, or as his second, be he who he may, I can accept nothing. On the contrary, the absence of this primary faith is the presence of degradation. As is the ^ood so is the ebb. Let this faith depart,

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4. An aromatic evergreen herb used in cookery and perfumery. “Myrrh”: one of the gifts the wise men brought to Jesus, a perfume made from

aromatic resins. “Storax”: an aromatic resin. “Chlorine”: in this sense, a greenish yellow gas used for puriScation.

5. Emerson reverses the common meaning of reason, using it in the sense of intuitive, suprara- tional knowledge, while by understanding he means knowledge arrived at through logical rea-

soning. Emerson probably derived these con- cepts from Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Biographia Literaria (1817). 6. Cult.

and the very words it spake, and the things it made, become false and hurt- ful. Then falls the church, the state, art, letters, life. The doctrine of the divine nature being forgotten, a sickness infects and dwarfs the constitu- tion. Once man was all; now he is an appendage, a nuisance. And because the indwelling Supreme Spirit cannot wholly be got rid of, the doctrine of it suffers this perversion, that the divine nature is attributed to one or two persons, and denied to all the rest, and denied with fury. The doctrine of inspiration is lost; the base doctrine of the majority of voices, usurps the place of the doctrine of the soul. Miracles, prophecy, poetry, the ideal life, the holy life, exist as ancient history merely; they are not in the belief, nor in the aspiration of society; but, when suggested, seem ridiculous. Life is comic or pitiful, as soon as the high ends of being fade out of sight, and man becomes near- sighted, and can only attend to what addresses the senses.

These general views, which, whilst they are general, none will contest, Snd abundant illustration in the history of religion, and especially in the history of the Christian church. In that, all of us have had our birth and nurture. The truth contained in that, you, my young friends, are now setting forth to teach. As the Cultus, or established worship of the civilized world, it has great historical interest for us. Of its blessed words, which have been the consolation of humanity, you need not that I should speak. I shall endeavor to discharge my duty to you, on this occasion, by pointing out two errors in its administration, which daily appear more gross from the point of view we have just now taken.

Jesus Christ belonged to the true race of prophets. He saw with open eye the mystery of the soul. Drawn by its severe harmony, ravished with its beauty, he lived in it, and had his being there. Alone in all history, he esti- mated the greatness of man. One man was true to what is in you and me. He saw that God incarnates himself in man, and evermore goes forth anew to take possession of his world. He said, in this jubilee of sublime emotion, ‘I am divine. Through me, God acts; through me, speaks. Would you see God, see me; or, see thee, when thou also thinkest as I now think.’ But what a distortion did his doctrine and memory suffer in the same, in the next, and the following ages! There is no doctrine of the Reason which will bear to be taught by the Understanding.5 The understanding caught this high chant from the poet’s lips, and said, in the next age, ‘This was Jehovah come down out of heaven. I will kill you, if you say he was a man.’ The idioms of his lan- guage, and the Sgures of his rhetoric, have usurped the place of his truth; and churches are not built on his principles, but on his tropes. Christianity became a Mythus,6 as the poetic teaching of Greece and of Egypt, before. He spoke of miracles; for he felt that man’s life was a miracle, and all that man doth, and he knew that this daily miracle shines, as the man is diviner. But the very word Miracle, as pronounced by Christian churches, gives a false impression; it is Monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the fall- ing rain.

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He felt respect for Moses and the prophets; but no unSt tenderness at postponing their initial revelations, to the hour and the man that now is; to the eternal revelation in the heart. Thus was he a true man. Having seen that the law in us is commanding, he would not suffer it to be commanded. Boldly, with hand, and heart, and life, he declared it was God. Thus was he a true man. Thus is he, as I think, the only soul in history who has appreci- ated the worth of a man.

1. In thus contemplating Jesus, we become very sensible of the Srst defect of historical Christianity. Historical Christianity has fallen into the error that corrupts all attempts to communicate religion. As it appears to us, and as it has appeared for ages, it is not the doctrine of the soul, but an exag- geration of the personal, the positive, the ritual. It has dwelt, it dwells, with noxious exaggeration about the person of Jesus. The soul knows no persons. It invites every man to expand to the full circle of the universe, and will have no preferences but those of spontaneous love. But by this eastern monarchy of a Christianity, which indolence and fear have built, the friend of man is made the injurer of man. The manner in which his name is sur- rounded with expressions, which were once sallies of admiration and love, but are now petriSed into ofScial titles, kills all generous sympathy and liking. All who hear me, feel, that the language that describes Christ to Eu rope and America, is not the style of friendship and enthusiasm to a good and noble heart, but is appropriated and formal,— paints a demigod, as the Orientals or the Greeks would describe Osiris or Apollo.7 Accept the injurious impositions of our early catachetical instruction, and even hon- esty and self- denial were but splendid sins, if they did not wear the Chris- tian name. One would rather be

‘A pagan suckled in a creed outworn,’8

than to be defrauded of his manly right in coming into nature, and Snding not names and places, not land and professions, but even virtue and truth foreclosed and monopolized. You shall not be a man even. You shall not own the world; you shall not dare, and live after the inSnite Law that is in you, and in company with the inSnite Beauty which heaven and earth re^ect to you in all lovely forms; but you must subordinate your nature to Christ’s nature; you must accept our interpretations; and take his portrait as the vulgar draw it.

That is always best which gives me to myself. The sublime is excited in me by the great stoical doctrine, Obey thyself. That which shows God in me, fortiSes me. That which shows God out of me, makes me a wart and a wen.9 There is no longer a necessary reason for my being. Already the long shadows of untimely oblivion creep over me, and I shall decease forever.

The divine bards are the friends of my virtue, of my intellect, of my strength. They admonish me, that the gleams which ^ash across my mind, are not mine, but God’s; that they had the like, and were not disobedient to the heavenly vision.1 So I love them. Noble provocations go out from them,

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7. Gods associated with the sun and rebirth from two ancient religious traditions: Egyptian and Greek, respectively. 8. From Wordsworth’s sonnet “The World Is Too

Much with Us” (1807). 9. Cyst. 1. “I was not disobedient unto the heavenly vision” (Acts 26.19).

2. Theban general (418?– 362 b.c.e.) whose military innovations helped end Sparta’s dominance in Greece.

inviting me also to emancipate myself; to resist evil; to subdue the world; and to Be. And thus by his holy thoughts, Jesus serves us, and thus only. To aim to convert a man by miracles, is a profanation of the soul. A true conver- sion, a true Christ, is now, as always, to be made, by the reception of beau- tiful sentiments. It is true that a great and rich soul, like his, falling among the simple, does so preponderate, that, as his did, it names the world. The world seems to them to exist for him, and they have not yet drunk so deeply of his sense, as to see that only by coming again to themselves, or to God in themselves, can they grow forevermore. It is a low beneSt to give me some- thing; it is a high beneSt to enable me to do somewhat of myself. The time is coming when all men will see, that the gift of God to the soul is not a vaunt- ing, overpowering, excluding sanctity, but a sweet, natural goodness, a good- ness like thine and mine, and that so invites thine and mine to be and to grow.

The injustice of the vulgar tone of preaching is not less ^agrant to Jesus, than it is to the souls which it profanes. The preachers do not see that they make his gospel not glad, and shear him of the locks of beauty and the attributes of heaven. When I see a majestic Epaminondas,2 or Washington; when I see among my contemporaries, a true orator, an upright judge, a dear friend; when I vibrate to the melody and fancy of a poem; I see beauty that is to be desired. And so lovely, and with yet more entire consent of my human being, sounds in my ear the severe music of the bards that have sung of the true God in all ages. Now do not degrade the life and dialogues of Christ out of the circle of this charm, by insulation and peculiarity. Let them lie as they befel, alive and warm, part of human life, and of the landscape, and of the cheerful day.

2. The second defect of the traditionary and limited way of using the mind of Christ is a consequence of the Srst; this, namely; that the Moral Nature, that Law of laws, whose revelations introduce greatness,— yea, God himself, into the open soul, is not explored as the fountain of the established teaching in society. Men have come to speak of the revelation as somewhat long ago given and done, as if God were dead. The injury to faith throttles the preacher; and the goodliest of institutions becomes an uncertain and inarticulate voice.

It is very certain that it is the effect of conversation with the beauty of the soul, to beget a desire and need to impart to others the same knowledge and love. If utterance is denied, the thought lies like a burden on the man. Always the seer is a sayer. Somehow his dream is told. Somehow he publishes it with solemn joy. Sometimes with pencil on canvas; sometimes with chisel on stone; sometimes in towers and aisles of granite, his soul’s worship is builded; sometimes in anthems of indeSnite music; but clearest and most permanent, in words.

The man enamored of this excellency, becomes its priest or poet. The ofSce is coeval with the world. But observe the condition, the spiritual limitation of the ofSce. The spirit only can teach. Not any profane man, not any sen- sual, not any liar, not any slave can teach, but only he can give, who has; he only can create, who is. The man on whom the soul descends, through whom the soul speaks, alone can teach. Courage, piety, love, wisdom, can

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teach; and every man can open his door to these angels, and they shall bring him the gift of tongues. But the man who aims to speak as books enable, as synods use, as the fashion guides, and as interest commands, babbles. Let him hush.

To this holy ofSce, you propose to devote yourselves. I wish you may feel your call in throbs of desire and hope. The ofSce is the Srst in the world. It is of that reality, that it cannot suffer the deduction of any falsehood. And it is my duty to say to you, that the need was never greater of new revelation than now. From the views I have already expressed, you will infer the sad conviction, which I share, I believe, with numbers, of the universal decay and now almost death of faith in society. The soul is not preached. The Church seems to totter to its fall, almost all life extinct. On this occasion, any com- plaisance, would be criminal, which told you, whose hope and commission it is to preach the faith of Christ, that the faith of Christ is preached.

It is time that this ill- suppressed murmur of all thoughtful men against the famine of our churches; this moaning of the heart because it is bereaved of the consolation, the hope, the grandeur, that come alone out of the cul- ture of the moral nature; should be heard through the sleep of indolence, and over the din of routine. This great and perpetual ofSce of the preacher is not discharged. Preaching is the expression of the moral sentiment in appli- cation to the duties of life. In how many churches, by how many prophets, tell me, is man made sensible that he is an inSnite Soul; that the earth and heavens are passing into his mind; that he is drinking forever the soul of God? Where now sounds the persuasion, that by its very melody imparadises my heart, and so afSrms its own origin in heaven? Where shall I hear words such as in elder ages drew men to leave all and follow,— father and mother, house and land, wife and child?3 Where shall I hear these august laws of moral being so pronounced, as to Sll my ear, and I feel ennobled by the offer of my uttermost action and passion? The test of the true faith, certainly, should be its power to charm and command the soul, as the laws of nature control the activity of the hands,— so commanding that we Snd plea sure and honor in obeying. The faith should blend with the light of rising and of set- ting suns, with the ^ying cloud, the singing bird, and the breath of ^owers. But now the priest’s Sabbath has lost the splendor of nature; it is unlovely; we are glad when it is done; we can make, we do make, even sitting in our pews, a far better, holier, sweeter, for ourselves.

Whenever the pulpit is usurped by a formalist, then is the worshipper defrauded and disconsolate. We shrink as soon as the prayers begin, which do not uplift, but smite and offend us. We are fain to wrap our cloaks about us, and secure, as best we can, a solitude that hears not. I once heard a preacher who sorely tempted me to say, I would go to church no more. Men go, thought I, where they are wont to go, else had no soul entered the tem- ple in the afternoon. A snowstorm was falling around us. The snowstorm was real; the preacher merely spectral; and the eye felt the sad contrast in looking at him, and then out of the window behind him, into the beautiful

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3. See Matthew 19.28– 29: “And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve

tribes of Israel. And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name’s sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.”

4. At Dandarah, a village in Upper Egypt, astronomical scenes are sculpted on the ceiling of a ruined ancient temple.

meteor of the snow. He had lived in vain. He had no one word intimating that he had laughed or wept, was married or in love, had been commended, or cheated, or chagrined. If he had ever lived and acted, we were none the wiser for it. The capital secret of his profession, namely, to convert life into truth, he had not learned. Not one fact in all his experience, had he yet imported into his doctrine. This man had ploughed, and planted, and talked, and bought, and sold; he had read books; he had eaten and drunken; his head aches; his heart throbs; he smiles and suffers; yet was there not a surmise, a hint, in all the discourse, that he had ever lived at all. Not a line did he draw out of real history. The true preacher can always be known by this, that he deals out to the people his life,— life passed through the Sre of thought. But of the bad preacher, it could not be told from his sermon, what age of the world he fell in; whether he had a father or a child; whether he was a freeholder or a pauper; whether he was a citizen or a countryman; or any other fact of his biography.

It seemed strange that the people should come to church. It seemed as if their houses were very unentertaining, that they should prefer this thought- less clamor. It shows that there is a commanding attraction in the moral sentiment, that can lend a faint tint of light to dulness and ignorance, coming in its name and place. The good hearer is sure he has been touched some- times; is sure there is somewhat to be reached, and some word that can reach it. When he listens to these vain words, he comforts himself by their relation to his remembrance of better hours, and so they clatter and echo unchal- lenged.

I am not ignorant that when we preach unworthily, it is not always quite in vain. There is a good ear, in some men, that draws supplies to virtue out of very indifferent nutriment. There is poetic truth concealed in all the common- places of prayer and of sermons, and though foolishly spoken, they may be wisely heard; for, each is some select expression that broke out in a moment of piety from some stricken or jubilant soul, and its excellency made it remembered. The prayers and even the dogmas of our church, are like the zodiac of Denderah,4 and the astronomical monuments of the Hindoos, wholly insulated from anything now extant in the life and business of the people. They mark the height to which the waters once rose. But this docil- ity is a check upon the mischief from the good and devout. In a large portion of the community, the religious ser vice gives rise to quite other thoughts and emotions. We need not chide the negligent servant. We are struck with pity, rather, at the swift retribution of his sloth. Alas for the unhappy man that is called to stand in the pulpit, and not give bread of life. Everything that befals, accuses him. Would he ask contributions for the missions, foreign or domestic? Instantly his face is suffused with shame, to propose to his parish, that they should send money a hundred or a thousand miles, to furnish such poor fare as they have at home, and would do well to go the hundred or the thousand miles, to escape. Would he urge people to a godly way of living;— and can he ask a fellow creature to come to Sabbath meet- ings, when he and they all know what is the poor uttermost they can hope for therein? Will he invite them privately to the Lord’s Supper? He dares

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not. If no heart warm this rite, the hollow, dry, creaking formality is too plain, than that he can face a man of wit and energy, and put the invitation without terror. In the street, what has he to say to the bold village blas- phemer? The village blasphemer sees fear in the face, form, and gait of the minister.

Let me not taint the sincerity of this plea by any oversight of the claims of good men. I know and honor the purity and strict conscience of numbers of the clergy. What life the public worship retains, it owes to the scattered company of pious men, who minister here and there in the churches, and who, sometimes accepting with too great tenderness the tenet of the elders, have not accepted from others, but from their own heart, the genuine impulses of virtue, and so still command our love and awe, to the sanctity of character. Moreover, the exceptions are not so much to be found in a few eminent preachers, as in the better hours, the truer inspirations of all,— nay, in the sincere moments of every man. But with what ever exception, it is still true, that tradition characterizes the preaching of this country; that it comes out of the memory, and not out of the soul; that it aims at what is usual, and not at what is necessary and eternal; that thus, historical Chris- tianity destroys the power of preaching, by withdrawing it from the explora- tion of the moral nature of man, where the sublime is, where are the resources of astonishment and power. What a cruel injustice it is to that Law, the joy of the whole earth, which alone can make thought dear and rich; that Law whose fatal sureness the astronomical orbits poorly emulate, that it is trav- estied and depreciated, that it is behooted and behowled, and not a trait, not a word of it articulated. The pulpit in losing sight of this Law, loses all its inspiration, and gropes after it knows not what. And for want of this culture, the soul of the community is sick and faithless. It wants nothing so much as a stern, high, stoical, Christian discipline, to make it know itself and the divinity that speaks through it. Now man is ashamed of himself; he skulks and sneaks through the world, to be tolerated, to be pitied, and scarcely in a thousand years does any man dare to be wise and good, and so draw after him the tears and blessings of his kind.

Certainly there have been periods when, from the inactivity of the intel- lect on certain truths, a greater faith was possible in names and persons. The Puritans in En gland and America, found in the Christ of the Catholic Church, and in the dogmas inherited from Rome, scope for their austere piety, and their longings for civil freedom. But their creed is passing away, and none arises in its room. I think no man can go with his thoughts about him, into one of our churches, without feeling that what hold the public worship had on men, is gone or going. It has lost its grasp on the affection of the good, and the fear of the bad. In the country,— neighborhoods, half parishes are signing off,— to use the local term. It is already beginning to indicate character and religion to withdraw from the religious meetings. I have heard a devout person, who prized the Sabbath, say in bitterness of heart, “On Sundays, it seems wicked to go to church.” And the motive, that holds the best there, is now only a hope and a waiting. What was once a mere circumstance, that the best and the worst men in the parish, the poor and the rich, the learned and the ignorant, young and old, should meet one day as fellows in one house, in sign of an equal right in the soul,— has come to be a paramount motive for going thither.

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5. Persian prophet, phi los o pher, and religious reformer (6th century b.c.e.). Moses, Hebrew lawgiver who led the exodus from Egypt. Zeno (342?– 270? b.c.e.), Greek phi los o pher and found er of Stoicism. 6. Emanuel Swedenborg (1688– 1772), Swedish scientist and theologian. St. Paul, the apostle to  the Gentiles, hero of the Book of Acts, and author of other books of the New Testament.

George Fox (1624– 1691), En glish found er of the Society of Friends (Quakers). 7. Jean Frédéric Oberlin (1740– 1826), Alsatian Lutheran clergyman and philanthropist, innova- tor in children’s education; the town and college in Ohio are named in his honor. John Wesley (1703– 1791) and his brother Charles (1707– 1788) founded the Methodist movement in the Church of En gland.

My friends, in these two errors, I think, I Snd the causes of that calamity of a decaying church and a wasting unbelief, which are casting malignant in^uences around us, and making the hearts of good men sad. And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation, than the loss of worship? Then all things go to decay. Genius leaves the temple, to haunt the senate, or the mar- ket. Literature becomes frivolous. Science is cold. The eye of youth is not lighted by the hope of other worlds, and age is without honor. Society lives to tri^es, and when men die, we do not mention them.

And now, my brothers, you will ask, What in these desponding days can be done by us? The remedy is already declared in the ground of our complaint of the Church. We have contrasted the Church with the Soul. In the soul, then, let the redemption be sought. In one soul, in your soul, there are resources for the world. Wherever a man comes, there comes revolution. The old is for slaves. When a man comes, all books are legible, all things transparent, all religions are forms. He is religious. Man is the wonderworker. He is seen amid miracles. All men bless and curse. He saith yea and nay, only. The sta- tionariness of religion; the assumption that the age of inspiration is past, that the Bible is closed; the fear of degrading the character of Jesus by represent- ing him as a man; indicate with sufScient clearness the falsehood of our theology. It is the ofSce of a true teacher to show us that God is, not was; that He speaketh, not spake. The true Christianity,— a faith like Christ’s in the inSnitude of man,— is lost. None believeth in the soul of man, but only in some man or person old and departed. Ah me! no man goeth alone. All men go in ^ocks to this saint or that poet, avoiding the God who seeth in secret. They cannot see in secret; they love to be blind in public. They think society wiser than their soul, and know not that one soul, and their soul, is wiser than the whole world. See how nations and races ^it by on the sea of time, and leave no ripple to tell where they ^oated or sunk, and one good soul shall make the name of Moses, or of Zeno, or of Zoroaster,5 reverend forever. None assayeth the stern ambition to be the Self of the nation, and of nature, but each would be an easy secondary to some Christian scheme, or sectar- ian connexion, or some eminent man. Once leave your own knowledge of God, your own sentiment, and take secondary knowledge, as St. Paul’s, or George Fox’s, or Swedenborg’s,6 and you get wide from God with every year this secondary form lasts, and if, as now, for centuries,— the chasm yawns to that breadth, that men can scarcely be convinced there is in them any- thing divine.

Let me admonish you, Srst of all, to go alone; to refuse the good models, even those most sacred in the imagination of men, and dare to love God without mediator or veil. Friends enough you shall Snd who will hold up to your emulation Wesleys and Oberlins,7 Saints and Prophets. Thank God for these good men, but say, ‘I also am a man.’ Imitation cannot go above its

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model. The imitator dooms himself to hopeless mediocrity. The inventor did it, because it was natural to him, and so in him it has a charm. In the imita- tor, something else is natural, and he bereaves himself of his own beauty, to come short of another man’s.

Yourself a newborn bard of the Holy Ghost,— cast behind you all confor- mity, and acquaint men at Srst hand with Deity. Be to them a man. Look to it Srst and only, that you are such; that fashion, custom, authority, plea sure, and money are nothing to you,— are not ban dages over your eyes, that you cannot see,— but live with the privilege of the immea sur able mind. Not too anxious to visit periodically all families and each family in your parish connexion,— when you meet one of these men or women, be to them a divine man; be to them thought and virtue; let their timid aspirations Snd in you a friend; let their trampled instincts be genially tempted out in your atmo- sphere; let their doubts know that you have doubted, and their wonder feel that you have wondered. By trusting your own soul, you shall gain a greater conSdence in other men. For all our penny- wisdom, for all our soul- destroying slavery to habit, it is not to be doubted, that all men have sublime thoughts; that all men do value the few real hours of life; they love to be heard; they love to be caught up into the vision of principles. We mark with light in the memory the few interviews, we have had in the dreary years of routine and of sin, with souls that made our souls wiser; that spoke what we thought; that told us what we knew; that gave us leave to be what we inly were. Discharge to men the priestly ofSce, and, present or absent, you shall be followed with their love as by an angel.

And, to this end, let us not aim at common degrees of merit. Can we not leave, to such as love it, the virtue that glitters for the commendation of soci- ety, and ourselves pierce the deep solitudes of absolute ability and worth? We easily come up to the standard of goodness in society. Society’s praise can be cheaply secured, and almost all men are content with those easy merits; but the instant effect of conversing with God, will be, to put them away. There are sublime merits; persons who are not actors, not speakers, but in^uences; persons too great for fame, for display; who disdain eloquence; to whom all we call art and artist, seems too nearly allied to show and by- ends, to the exaggeration of the Snite and selSsh, and loss of the universal. The orators, the poets, the commanders encroach on us only as fair women do, by our allowance and homage. Slight them by preoccupation of mind, slight them, as you can well afford to do, by high and universal aims, and they instantly feel that you have right, and that it is in lower places that they must shine. They also feel your right; for they with you are open to the in^ux of the all- knowing Spirit, which annihilates before its broad noon the little shades and gradations of intelligence in the compositions we call wiser and wisest.

In such high communion, let us study the grand strokes of rectitude: a bold benevolence, an in de pen dence of friends, so that not the unjust wishes of those who love us, shall impair our freedom, but we shall resist for truth’s sake the freest ^ow of kindness, and appeal to sympathies far in advance; and,— what is the highest form in which we know this beautiful element,— a certain solidity of merit, that has nothing to do with opinion, and which is so essentially and manifestly virtue, that it is taken for granted, that the right, the brave, the generous step will be taken by it, and nobody thinks of

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8. Conceited fool. 9. André Masséna (1758– 1817), marshal of the empire under Napoleon. The anecdote is taken from Barry Edward O’Meara’s Napoleon in Exile (1823). 1. An allusion to the 1793– 94 Reign of Terror,

during which French revolutionary leaders ordered the guillotining or drowning of thousands of people. 2. Receptive to in^uences, capable of receiving new shapes. 3. I.e., rigid hierarchy.

commending it. You would compliment a coxcomb8 doing a good act, but you would not praise an angel. The silence that accepts merit as the most natu- ral thing in the world, is the highest applause. Such souls, when they appear, are the Imperial Guard of Virtue, the perpetual reserve, the dictators of fortune. One needs not praise their courage,— they are the heart and soul of nature. O my friends, there are resources in us on which we have not drawn. There are men who rise refreshed on hearing a threat; men to whom a crisis which intimidates and paralyzes the majority— demanding not the faculties of prudence and thrift, but comprehension, immovableness, the readiness of sacriSce,— comes graceful and beloved as a bride. Napoleon said of Mas- sena,9 that he was not himself until the battle began to go against him; then, when the dead began to fall in ranks around him, awoke his powers of com- bination, and he put on terror and victory as a robe. So it is in rugged crises, in unweariable endurance, and in aims which put sympathy out of question, that the angel is shown. But these are heights that we can scarce remember and look up to, without contrition and shame. Let us thank God that such things exist.

And now let us do what we can to rekindle the smouldering, nigh quenched Sre on the altar. The evils of that church that now is, are manifest. The ques- tion returns. What shall we do? I confess, all attempts to project and estab- lish a Cultus with new rites and forms, seem to me vain. Faith makes us, and not we it, and faith makes its own forms. All attempts to contrive a system, are as cold as the new worship introduced by the French to the goddess of Reason— today, pasteboard and Sllagree, and ending to- morrow in mad- ness and murder.1 Rather let the breath of new life be breathed by you through the forms already existing. For, if once you are alive, you shall Snd they shall become plastic2 and new. The remedy to their deformity is, Srst, soul, and second, soul, and evermore, soul. A whole popedom3 of forms, one pulsation of virtue can uplift and vivify. Two inestimable advantages Chris- tianity has given us; Srst; the Sabbath, the jubilee of the whole world; whose light dawns welcome alike into the closet of the phi los o pher, into the garret of toil, and into prison cells, and everywhere suggests, even to the vile, a thought of the dignity of spiritual being. Let it stand forever- more, a temple, which new love, new faith, new sight shall restore to more than its Srst splendor to mankind. And secondly, the institution of preaching;— the speech of man to men,— essentially the most ^exible of all organs, of all forms. What hinders that now, everywhere, in pulpits, in lecture- rooms, in houses, in Selds, wherever the invitation of men or your own occasions lead you, you speak the very truth, as your life and con- science teach it, and cheer the waiting, fainting hearts of men with new hope and new revelation.

I look for the hour when that supreme Beauty, which ravished the souls of those Eastern men, and chie^y of those Hebrews, and through their lips spoke oracles to all time, shall speak in the West also. The Hebrew and Greek

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Scriptures contain immortal sentences, that have been bread of life to mil- lions. But they have no epical integrity; are fragmentary; are not shown in their order to the intellect. I look for the new Teacher, that shall follow so far those shining laws, that he shall see them come full circle; shall see their rounding complete grace; shall see the world to be the mirror of the soul; shall see the identity of the law of gravitation with purity of heart; and shall show that the Ought, that Duty, is one thing with Science, with Beauty, and with Joy.

1838, 1841

Self- Reliance1

Ne te quæsiveris extra.2

“Man is his own star, and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Command all light, all in^uence, all fate, Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.”

—Epilogue to Beaumont and Fletcher’s Honest Man’s Fortune3

Cast the bantling4 on the rocks, Suckle him with the she- wolf’s teat: Wintered with the hawk and fox, Power and speed be hands and feet.

I read the other day some verses written by an eminent paint er5 which were original and not conventional. Always the soul hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instil is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart, is true for all men,— that is genius. Speak your latent conviction and it shall be the universal sense; for always the inmost becomes the outmost,— and our Srst thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato, and Milton, is that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men but what they thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which ^ashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the Srmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach

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1. First published in Essays (1841), the source of the present text. 2. The Roman poet Persius (34– 62 c.e.), Satire 1.7: “Do not search outside yourself” (Latin), i.e., do not imitate. 3. Published in 1647, the play by the Jacobean

dramatists Francis Beaumont (1584– 1616) and John Fletcher (1579– 1625) was written in 1613. 4. Baby. The stanza is Emerson’s. 5. Probably the American paint er Washington Alston (1779– 1847), whose poetry Emerson praised in a journal entry of September 20, 1837.

us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good humored in^exibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, to- morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.

There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried. Not for nothing one face, one char- acter, one fact makes much impression on him, and another none. It is not without preëstablished harmony, this sculpture in the memory. The eye was placed where one ray should fall, that it might testify of that par tic u lar ray. Bravely let him speak the utmost syllable of his confession. We but half express ourselves, and are ashamed of that divine idea which each of us rep- resents. It may be safely trusted as proportionate and of good issues, so it be faithfully imparted, but God will not have his work made manifest by cow- ards. It needs a divine man to exhibit any thing divine. A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work and done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him no peace. It is a deliverance which does not deliver. In the attempt his genius deserts him; no muse befriends; no invention, no hope.

Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine Providence has found for you; the society of your contemporaries, the connexion of events. Great men have always done so and conSded themselves childlike to the genius of their age, betraying their perception that the Eter- nal was stirring at their heart, working through their hands, predominating in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest mind the same transcendent destiny; and not pinched in a corner, not cowards ̂ ee- ing before a revolution, but redeemers and benefactors, pious aspirants to be noble clay plastic under the Almighty effort, let us advance and advance on Chaos and the Dark.

What pretty oracles nature yields us on this text in the face and behavior of children, babes and even brutes. That divided and rebel mind, that dis- trust of a sentiment because our arithmetic has computed the strength and means opposed to our purpose, these have not. Their mind being whole, their eye is as yet unconquered, and when we look in their faces, we are discon- certed. Infancy conforms to nobody: all conform to it, so that one babe com- monly makes four or Sve out of the adults who prattle and play to it. So God has armed youth and puberty and manhood no less with its own piquancy and charm, and made it enviable and gracious and its claims not to be put by, if it will stand by itself. Do not think the youth has no force because he can- not speak to you and me. Hark! in the next room, who spoke so clear and emphatic? Good Heaven! it is he! it is that very lump of bashfulness and phlegm which for weeks has done nothing but eat when you were by, that now rolls out these words like bell- strokes. It seems he knows how to speak to his contemporaries. Bashful or bold, then, he will know how to make us se niors very unnecessary.

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The nonchalance of boys who are sure of a dinner, and would disdain as much as a lord to do or say aught to conciliate one, is the healthy attitude of human nature. How is a boy the master of society; in de pen dent, irrespon- sible, looking out from his corner on such people and facts as pass by, he tries and sentences them on their merits, in the swift summary way of boys, as good, bad, interesting, silly, eloquent, troublesome. He cumbers himself never about consequences, about interests: he gives an in de pen dent, genuine verdict. You must court him: he does not court you. But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness. As soon as he has once acted or spoken with eclat, he is a committed person, watched by the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds whose affections must now enter into his account. There is no Lethe6 for this. Ah, that he could pass again into his neutral, godlike in de- pen dence! Who can thus lose all pledge, and having observed, observe again from the same unaffected, unbiased, unbribable, unaffrighted innocence, must always be formidable, must always engage the poet’s and the man’s regards. Of such an immortal youth the force would be felt. He would utter opinions on all passing affairs, which being seen to be not private but neces- sary, would sink like darts into the ear of men, and put them in fear.

These are the voices which we hear in solitude, but they grow faint and inaudible as we enter into the world. Society everywhere is in conspiracy against the manhood of every one of its members. Society is a joint- stock company7 in which the members agree for the better securing of his bread to each shareholder, to surrender the liberty and culture of the eater. The virtue in most request is conformity. Self- reliance is its aversion. It loves not reali- ties and creators, but names and customs.

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms8 must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of our own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world. I remember an answer which when quite young I was prompted to make to a valued adviser who was wont to importune me with the dear old doctrines of the church. On my saying, What have I to do with the sacredness of tradi- tions, if I live wholly from within? my friend suggested—“But these impulses may be from below, not from above.” I replied, ‘They do not seem to me to be such; but if I am the dev il’s child, I will live then from the dev il.’ No law can be sacred to me but that of my nature. Good and bad are but names very readily transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitu- tion, the only wrong what is against it. A man is to carry himself in the pres- ence of all opposition as if every thing were titular and ephemeral but he. I am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names, to large societies and dead institutions. Every decent and well- spoken individual affects and sways me more than is right. I ought to go upright and vital, and speak the rude truth in all ways. If malice and vanity wear the coat of philan- thropy, shall that pass? If an angry bigot assumes this bountiful cause of Abolition, and comes to me with his last news from Barbadoes,9 why should

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6. Oblivion- producing water from the river of the underworld in Greek mythology. 7. Business for which the capital is held by its joint own ers in transferable shares. 8. Great honors.

9. Island in the eastern Ca rib be an where slavery was ofScially abolished in 1834. Despite his apparent skepticism here, Emerson became increasingly committed to abolitionism during the 1840s.

1. Whimpers. 2. For shunning family to obey a divine com- mand, see Matthew 10.34– 37. 3. See Exodus 12 for God’s instructions to Moses on marking with blood the “two side posts” and

the “upper door post” (or lintel) of houses so that God would spare those within when He came to “smite all the Srstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast.” 4. The old medical treatment of bloodletting.

I not say to him, ‘Go love thy infant; love thy wood- chopper: be good- natured and modest: have that grace; and never varnish your hard, uncharitable ambition with this incredible tenderness for black folk a thousand miles off. Thy love afar is spite at home.’ Rough and graceless would be such greeting, but truth is handsomer than the affectation of love. Your goodness must have some edge to it— else it is none. The doctrine of hatred must be preached as the counteraction of the doctrine of love when that pules1 and whines. I shun father and mother and wife and brother, when my genius calls me.2 I would write on the lintels of the door- post, Whim.3 I hope it is somewhat bet- ter than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation. Expect me not to show cause why I seek or why I exclude company. Then, again, do not tell me, as a good man did to- day, of my obligation to put all poor men in good situations. Are they my poor? I tell thee, thou foolish philanthropist, that I grudge the dollar, the dime, the cent I give to such men as do not belong to me and to whom I do not belong. There is a class of persons to whom by all spiritual afSnity I am bought and sold; for them I will go to prison, if need be; but your miscellaneous pop u lar charities; the education at college of fools; the building of meeting- houses to the vain end to which many now stand; alms to sots; and the thousandfold Relief Societies;— though I confess with shame I sometimes succumb and give the dollar, it is a wicked dollar which by- and- by I shall have the manhood to withhold.

Virtues are in the pop u lar estimate rather the exception than the rule. There is the man and his virtues. Men do what is called a good action, as some piece of courage or charity, much as they would pay a Sne in expiation of daily non- appearance on parade. Their works are done as an apology or extenuation of their living in the world,— as invalids and the insane pay a high board. Their virtues are penances. I do not wish to expiate, but to live. My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal, than that it should be glittering and unsteady. I wish it to be sound and sweet, and not to need diet and bleeding.4 My life should be unique; it should be an alms, a battle, a conquest, a medicine. I ask primary evidence that you are a man, and refuse this appeal from the man to his actions. I know that for myself it makes no difference whether I do or forbear those actions which are reckoned excellent. I cannot consent to pay for a privilege where I have intrinsic right. Few and mean as my gifts may be, I actually am, and do not need for my own assurance or the assurance of my fellows any secondary testimony.

What I must do, is all that concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is the harder, because you will always Snd those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the in de pen dence of solitude.

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The objection to conforming to usages that have become dead to you, is, that it scatters your force. It loses your time and blurs the impression of your character. If you maintain a dead church, contribute to a dead Bible- Society, vote with a great party either for the Government or against it, spread your table like base housekeepers,— under all these screens, I have difSculty to detect the precise man you are. And, of course, so much force is withdrawn from your proper life. But do your thing, and I shall know you. Do your work, and you shall reinforce yourself. A man must consider what a blindman’s-bluff is this game of conformity. If I know your sect, I anticipate your argument. I hear a preacher announce for his text and topic the expediency of one of the institutions of his church. Do I not know beforehand that not possibly can he say a new and spontaneous word? Do I not know that with all this ostentation of examining the grounds of the institution, he will do no such thing? Do I not know that he is pledged to himself not to look but at one side; the per- mitted side, not as a man, but as a parish minister? He is a retained attor- ney, and these airs of the bench are the emptiest affectation. Well, most men have bound their eyes with one or another handkerchief, and attached them- selves to some one of these communities of opinion. This conformity makes them not false in a few particulars, authors of a few lies, but false in all par- ticulars. Their every truth is not quite true. Their two is not the real two, their four not the real four: so that every word they say chagrins us, and we know not where to begin to set them right. Meantime nature is not slow to equip us in the prison- uniform of the party to which we adhere. We come to wear one cut of face and Sgure, and acquire by degrees the gentlest asinine expres- sion. There is a mortifying experience in par tic u lar which does not fail to wreak itself also in the general history; I mean, “the foolish face of praise,”5 the forced smile which we put on in company where we do not feel at ease in answer to conversation which does not interest us. The muscles, not sponta- neously moved, but moved by a low usurping wilfulness, grow tight about the outline of the face and make the most disagreeable sensation, a sensation of rebuke and warning which no brave young man will suffer twice.

For non- conformity the world whips you with its dis plea sure. And there- fore a man must know how to estimate a sour face. The bystanders look askance on him in the public street or in the friend’s parlor. If this aversation had its origin in contempt and re sis tance like his own, he might well go home with a sad countenance; but the sour faces of the multitude, like their sweet faces, have no deep cause,— disguise no god, but are put on and off as the wind blows, and a newspaper directs. Yet is the discontent of the multitude more formidable than that of the senate and the college. It is easy enough for a Srm man who knows the world to brook the rage of the cultivated classes. Their rage is decorous and prudent, for they are timid as being very vul- nerable themselves. But when to their feminine rage the indignation of the people is added, when the ignorant and the poor are aroused, when the unin- telligent brute force that lies at the bottom of society is made to growl and mow,6 it needs the habit of magnanimity and religion to treat it godlike as a tri^e of no concernment.

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5. Alexander Pope’s “Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot” (1735), line 212.

6. Grimace.

7. When Potiphar’s wife demanded that Joseph sleep with her, “he left his garment in her hand, and ^ed” (Genesis 39.12). 8. Sir Isaac Newton (1642– 1727), En glish math- ematician and scientist who developed the laws of gravity and motion. Pythagorus (c. 582– c. 507 b.c.e.), Greek phi los o pher and mathematician who elaborated a theory of numbers. Martin Luther (1483– 1546), German leader of the Prot- estant Reformation. Nicholas Copernicus (1473–

1543), Polish astronomer who argued that the planets revolve around a stationary sun. Galileo Galilei (1564– 1662), Italian astronomer, mathe- matician, and physicist who supported the Coper- nican system and laid the foundations for modern science. 9. Mountain ranges in South America and Asia. 1. A palindrome, reading the same backward as forward.

The other terror that scares us from self- trust is our consistency; a rever- ence for our past act or word, because the eyes of others have no other data for computing our orbit than our past acts, and we are loath to disappoint them.

But why should you keep your head over your shoulder? Why drag about this monstrous corpse of your memory, lest you contradict somewhat you have stated in this or that public place? Suppose you should contradict your- self; what then? It seems to be a rule of wisdom never to rely on your memory alone, scarcely even in acts of pure memory, but bring the past for judgment into the thousand- eyed present, and live ever in a new day. Trust your emo- tion. In your metaphysics you have denied personality to the Deity: yet when the devout motions of the soul come, yield to them heart and life, though they should clothe God with shape and color. Leave your theory as Joseph his coat in the hand of the harlot, and ^ee.7

A foolish consistency is the hob goblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and phi los o phers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Out upon your guarded lips! Sew them up with packthread, do. Else, if you would be a man, speak what you think to- day in words as hard as cannon balls, and to- morrow speak what to- morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to- day. Ah, then, exclaim the aged ladies, you shall be sure to be misunderstood. Misunderstood! It is a right fool’s word. Is it so bad then to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton,8 and every pure and wise spirit that ever took ^esh. To be great is to be misunderstood.

I suppose no man can violate his nature. All the sallies of his will are rounded in by the law of his being as the inequalities of Andes and Him- maleh9 are insigniScant in the curve of the sphere. Nor does it matter how you gauge and try him. A character is like an acrostic or Alexandrian stanza;1— read it forward, backward, or across, it still spells the same thing. In this pleasing contrite wood- life which God allows me, let me record day by day my honest thought without prospect or retrospect, and, I cannot doubt, it will be found symmetrical, though I mean it not, and see it not. My book should smell of pines and resound with the hum of insects. The swallow over my window should interweave that thread or straw he carries in his bill into my web also. We pass for what we are. Character teaches above our wills. Men imagine that they communicate their virtue or vice only by overt actions and do not see that virtue or vice emit a breath every moment.

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will be harmonious, however unlike they seem. These varieties are lost sight of when seen at a little distance, at a little height of thought. One tendency unites them all. The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks. This is only microscopic criticism. See the line from a sufScient dis- tance, and it straightens itself to the average tendency. Your genuine action will explain itself and will explain your other genuine actions. Your confor- mity explains nothing. Act singly, and what you have already done singly, will justify you now. Greatness always appeals to the future. If I can be great enough now to do right and scorn eyes, I must have done so much right before, as to defend me now. Be it how it will, do right now. Always scorn appearances, and you always may. The force of character is cumulative. All the foregone days of virtue work their health into this. What makes the majesty of the heroes of the senate and the Seld, which so Slls the imagina- tion? The consciousness of a train of great days and victories behind. There they all stand and shed an united light on the advancing actor. He is attended as by a visible escort of angels to every man’s eye. That is it which throws thunder into Chatham’s voice, and dignity into Washington’s port, and Amer- ica into Adams’s2 eye. Honor is venerable to us because it is no ephemeris. It is always ancient virtue. We worship it to- day, because it is not of to- day. We love it and pay it homage, because it is not a trap for our love and homage, but is self- dependent, self- derived, and therefore of an old immaculate pedigree, even if shown in a young person.

I hope in these days we have heard the last of conformity and consis- tency. Let the words be gazetted3 and ridiculous henceforward. Instead of the gong for dinner, let us hear a whistle from the Spartan Sfe.4 Let us bow and apologize never more. A great man is coming to eat at my house. I do not wish to please him: I wish that he should wish to please me. I will stand here for humanity, and though I would make it kind, I would make it true. Let us affront and reprimand the smooth mediocrity and squalid contentment of the times, and hurl in the face of custom, and trade, and ofSce, the fact which is the upshot of all history, that there is a great responsible Thinker and Actor moving wherever moves a man; that a true man belongs to no other time or place, but is the centre of things. Where he is, there is nature. He mea sures you, and all men, and all events. You are constrained to accept his standard. Ordinarily every body in society reminds us of somewhat else or of some other person. Character, reality, reminds you of nothing else. It takes place of the whole creation. The man must be so much that he must make all cir- cumstances indifferent,— put all means into the shade. This all great men are and do. Every true man is a cause, a country, and an age; requires inSnite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his thought;— and poster- ity seem to follow his steps as a pro cession. A man Cæsar is born, and for ages after, we have a Roman Empire. Christ is born, and millions of minds so grow and cleave to his genius, that he is confounded with virtue and the possible of man. An institution is the lengthened shadow of one man; as, the

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2. Probably John Quincy Adams (1767– 1848), sixth president of the United States and, after- ward, long- time member of the House of Repre- sentatives, known as “Old Man Eloquence.” William Pitt, Srst Earl of Chatham (1708– 1778), En glish statesman and great orator. George Wash-

ington (1732– 1799), Srst president of the United States. “Port”: carriage or physical bearing. 3. Printed in a newspaper or other public forum. 4. The Spartans were known for their military discipline and willingness to endure physical hardships.

5. These found ers are George Fox (1624– 1691), John Wesley (1703– 1791), and Thomas Clarkson (1760– 1846). 6. Scipio Africanus (237– 183 b.c.e.), the con- queror of Carthage. 7. See the “Induction” to Shakespeare’s The Tam- ing of the Shrew.

8. National heroes: Alfred (849– 899), of En gland; Scanderbeg (1404?– 1468), of Albania; and Gusta- vus (1594– 1632), of Sweden. 9. An apparent change in the direction of an object caused by a change in the position from which it is observed. Emerson means without an observational position.

Reformation, of Luther; Quakerism, of Fox; Methodism, of Wesley; Aboli- tion, of Clarkson.5 Scipio,6 Milton called “the height of Rome;” and all history resolves itself very easily into the biography of a few stout and earnest per- sons.

Let a man then know his worth, and keep things under his feet. Let him not peep or steal, or skulk up and down with the air of a charity- boy, a bas- tard, or an interloper, in the world which exists for him. But the man in the street Snding no worth in himself which corresponds to the force which built a tower or sculptured a marble god, feels poor when he looks on these. To him a palace, a statue, or a costly book have an alien and forbidding air, much like a gay equipage, and seem to say like that, ‘Who are you, sir?’ Yet they all are his, suitors for his notice, petitioners to his faculties that they will come out and take possession. The picture waits for my verdict: it is not to com- mand me, but I am to settle its claims to praise. That pop u lar fable of the sot who was picked up dead drunk in the street, carried to the duke’s house, washed and dressed and laid in the duke’s bed, and, on his waking, treated with all obsequious ceremony like the duke, and assured that he had been insane,7— owes its popularity to the fact, that it symbolizes so well the state of man, who is in the world a sort of sot, but now and then wakes up, exer- cises his reason, and Snds himself a true prince.

Our reading is mendicant and sycophantic. In history, our imagination makes fools of us, plays us false. Kingdom and lordship, power and estate are a gaudier vocabulary than private John and Edward in a small house and common day’s work: but the things of life are the same to both: the sum total of both is the same. Why all this deference to Alfred, and Scan- derbeg, and Gustavus?8 Suppose they were virtuous: did they wear out vir- tue? As great a stake depends on your private act to- day, as followed their public and renowned steps. When private men shall act with vast views, the lustre will be transferred from the actions of kings to those of gentle- men.

The world has indeed been instructed by its kings, who have so magnetized the eyes of nations. It has been taught by this colossal symbol the mutual reverence that is due from man to man. The joyful loyalty with which men have every where suffered the king, the noble, or the great proprietor to walk among them by a law of his own, make his own scale of men and things, and reverse theirs, pay for beneSts not with money but with honor, and represent the Law in his person, was the hieroglyphic by which they obscurely signiSed their consciousness of their own right and comeliness, the right of every man.

The magnetism which all original action exerts is explained when we inquire the reason of self- trust. Who is the Trustee? What is the aboriginal Self on which a universal reliance may be grounded? What is the nature and power of that science- baf^ing star, without parallax,9 without calculable ele- ments, which shoots a ray of beauty even into trivial and impure actions, if

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the least mark of in de pen dence appear? The inquiry leads us to that source, at once the essence of genius, the essence of virtue, and the essence of life, which we call Spontaneity or Instinct. We denote this primary wisdom as Intuition, whilst all later teachings are tuitions. In that deep force, the last fact behind which analysis cannot go, all things Snd their common origin. For the sense of being which in calm hours rises, we know not how, in the soul, is not diverse from things, from space, from light, from time, from man, but one with them, and proceedeth obviously from the same source whence their life and being also proceedeth. We Srst share the life by which things exist, and afterwards see them as appearances in nature, and forget that we have shared their cause. Here is the fountain of action and the fountain of thought. Here are the lungs of that inspiration which giveth man wisdom, of that inspiration of man which cannot be denied without impiety and athe- ism. We lie in the lap of im mense intelligence, which makes us organs of its activity and receivers of its truth. When we discern justice, when we discern truth, we do nothing of ourselves, but allow a passage to its beams. If we ask whence this comes, if we seek to pry into the soul that causes,— all metaphys- ics, all philosophy is at fault. Its presence or its absence is all we can afSrm. Every man discerns between the voluntary acts of his mind, and his involun- tary perceptions. And to his involuntary perceptions, he knows a perfect respect is due. He may err in the expression of them, but he knows that these things are so, like day and night, not to be disputed. All my wilful actions and acquisitions are but roving;— the most trivial reverie, the faintest native emo- tion are domestic and divine. Thoughtless people contradict as readily the statement of perceptions as of opinions, or rather much more readily; for, they do not distinguish between perception and notion. They fancy that I choose to see this or that thing. But perception is not whimsical, but fatal. If I see a trait, my children will see it after me, and in course of time, all mankind,— although it may chance that no one has seen it before me. For my perception of it is as much a fact as the sun.

The relations of the soul to the divine spirit are so pure that it is profane to seek to interpose helps. It must be that when God speaketh, he should communicate not one thing, but all things; should Sll the world with his voice; should scatter forth light, nature, time, souls from the centre of the present thought; and new date and new create the whole. Whenever a mind is simple, and receives a divine wisdom, then old things pass away,— means, teachers, texts, temples fall; it lives now and absorbs past and future into the present hour. All things are made sacred by relation to it,— one thing as much as another. All things are dissolved to their centre by their cause, and in the universal miracle petty and par tic u lar miracles disappear. This is and must be. If, therefore, a man claims to know and speak of God, and carries you backward to the phraseology of some old mouldered nation in another country, in another world, believe him not. Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fulness and completion? Is the parent better than the child into whom he has cast his ripened being? Whence then this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and majesty of the soul. Time and space are but physiological colors which the eye maketh, but the soul is light; where it is, is day; where it was, is night; and history is an imper- tinence and an injury, if it be anything more than a cheerful apologue or parable of my being and becoming.

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1. Biblical authors of the Book of Psalms, the Book of Jeremiah, and various New Testament Epistles, respectively.

Man is timid and apologetic. He is no longer upright. He dares not say ‘I think,’ ‘I am,’ but quotes some saint or sage. He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no refer- ence to former roses or to better ones; they are for what they are; they exist with God to- day. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence. Before a leaf- bud has burst, its whole life acts; in the full- blown ^ower, there is no more; in the lea^ess root, there is no less. Its nature is satisSed, and it satisSes nature, in all moments alike. There is no time to it. But man postpones or remembers; he does not live in the present, but with reverted eye laments the past, or, heedless of the riches that surround him, stands on tiptoe to foresee the future. He cannot be happy and strong until he too lives with nature in the present, above time.

This should be plain enough. Yet see what strong intellects dare not yet hear God himself, unless he speak the phraseology of I know not what David, or Jeremiah, or Paul.1 We shall not always set so great a price on a few texts, on a few lines. We are like children who repeat by rote the sentences of gran- dames and tutors, and, as they grow older, of the men of talents and charac- ter they chance to see,— painfully recollecting the exact words they spoke; afterwards, when they come into the point of view which those had who uttered these sayings, they understand them, and are willing to let the words go; for, at any time, they can use words as good, when occasion comes. So was it with us, so will it be, if we proceed. If we live truly, we shall see truly. It is as easy for the strong man to be strong, as it is for the weak to be weak. When we have new perception, we shall gladly disburthen the memory of its hoarded trea sures as old rubbish. When a man lives with God, his voice shall be as sweet as the murmur of the brook and the rustle of the corn.

And now at last the highest truth on this subject remains unsaid; proba- bly, cannot be said; for all that we say is the far off remembering of the intu- ition. That thought, by what I can now nearest approach to say it, is this. When good is near you, when you have life in yourself,— it is not by any known or appointed way; you shall not discern the foot- prints of any other; you shall not see the face of man; you shall not hear any name;— the way, the thought, the good shall be wholly strange and new. It shall exclude all other being. You take the way from man not to man. All persons that ever existed are its fugitive ministers. There shall be no fear in it. Fear and hope are alike beneath it. It asks nothing. There is somewhat low even in hope. We are then in vision. There is nothing that can be called gratitude nor properly joy. The soul is raised over passion. It seeth identity and eternal causation. It is a perceiving that Truth and Right are. Hence it becomes a Tranquillity out of the knowing that all things go well. Vast spaces of nature; the Atlantic Ocean, the South Sea; vast intervals of time, years, centuries, are of no account. This which I think and feel, underlay that former state of life and circumstances, as it does underlie my present, and will always all circum- stance, and what is called life, and what is called death.

Life only avails, not the having lived. Power ceases in the instant of repose; it resides in the moment of transition from a past to a new state; in the shoot- ing of the gulf; in the darting to an aim. This one fact the world hates, that

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the soul becomes; for, that forever degrades the past; turns all riches to pov- erty; all reputation to a shame; confounds the saint with the rogue; shoves Jesus and Judas equally aside. Why then do we prate of self- reliance? Inas- much as the soul is present, there will be power not conSdent but agent. To talk of reliance, is a poor external way of speaking. Speak rather of that which relies, because it works and is. Who has more soul than I, masters me, though he should not raise his Snger. Round him I must revolve by the gravi- tation of spirits; who has less, I rule with like facility. We fancy it rhetoric when we speak of eminent virtue. We do not yet see that virtue is Height, and that a man or a company of men plastic and permeable to principles, by the law of nature must overpower and ride all cities, nations, kings, rich men, poets, who are not.

This is the ultimate fact which we so quickly reach on this as on every topic, the resolution of all into the ever blessed one. Virtue is the governor, the creator, the reality. All things real are so by so much of virtue as they contain. Hardship, husbandry, hunting, whaling, war, eloquence, personal weight, are somewhat, and engage my respect as examples of the soul’s pres- ence and impure action. I see the same law working in the nature for conser- vation and growth. The poise of a planet, the bended tree recovering itself from the strong wind, the vital resources of every vegetable and animal, are also demonstrations of the self- sufScing, and therefore self- relying soul. All history from its highest to its trivial passages is the various record of this power.

Thus all concentrates; let us not rove; let us sit at home with the cause. Let us stun and astonish the intruding rabble of men and books and institu- tions by a simple declaration of the divine fact. Bid them take the shoes from off their feet,2 for God is here within. Let our simplicity judge them, and our docility to our own law demonstrate the poverty of nature and fortune beside our native riches.

But now we are a mob. Man does not stand in awe of man, nor is the soul admonished to stay at home, to put itself in communication with the inter- nal ocean, but it goes abroad to beg a cup of water of the urns of men. We must go alone. Isolation must precede true society. I like the silent church before the ser vice begins, better than any preaching. How far off, how cool, how chaste the persons look, begirt each one with a precinct or sanctuary. So let us always sit. Why should we assume the faults of our friend, or wife, or father, or child, because they sit around our hearth, or are said to have the same blood? All men have my blood, and I have all men’s. Not for that will I adopt their petulance or folly, even to the extent of being ashamed of it. But your isolation must not be mechanical, but spiritual, that is, must be elevation. At times the whole world seems to be in conspiracy to importune you with emphatic tri^es. Friend, client, child, sickness, fear, want, charity, all knock at once at thy closet door and say, ‘Come out unto us.’— Do not spill thy soul; do not all descend; keep thy state; stay at home in thine own heaven; come not for a moment into their facts, into their hubbub of con^icting appearances, but let in the light of thy law on their confusion. The power men possess to annoy me, I give them by a weak curiosity. No man can come

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2. In Exodus 3.5, God commands Moses “to put off thy shoes from off thy feet, for the place whereon thou standest is holy ground.”

3. In his notebook, Emerson attributed this quo- tation to the German poet and dramatist Fried- rich Schiller (1759– 1805). 4. Norse gods, here taken as ancestral gods of the

Anglo- Saxon as well, associated respectively with courage and endurance. 5. Doctrine of salvation by faith alone.

near me but through my act. “What we love that we have, but by desire we bereave ourselves of the love.”3

If we cannot at once rise to the sanctities of obedience and faith, let us at least resist our temptations, let us enter into the state of war, and wake Thor and Woden,4 courage and constancy in our Saxon breasts. This is to be done in our smooth times by speaking the truth. Check this lying hospitality and lying affection. Live no longer to the expectation of these deceived and deceiving people with whom we converse. Say to them, O father, O mother, O wife, O brother, O friend, I have lived with you after appearances hitherto. Henceforward I am the truth’s. Be it known unto you that henceforward I obey no law less than the eternal law. I will have no covenants but proximi- ties. I shall endeavor to nourish my parents, to support my family, to be the chaste husband of one wife,— but these relations I must Sll after a new and unpre ce dented way. I appeal from your customs. I must be myself. I cannot break myself any longer for you, or you. If you can love me for what I am, we shall be the happier. If you cannot, I will still seek to deserve that you should. I must be myself. I will not hide my tastes or aversions. I will so trust that what is deep is holy, that I will do strongly before the sun and moon what ever inly rejoices me, and the heart appoints. If you are noble, I will love you; if you are not, I will not hurt you and myself by hypocritical attentions. If you are true, but not in the same truth with me, cleave to your companions; I will seek my own. I do this not selSshly, but humbly and truly. It is alike your interest and mine and all men’s, however long we have dwelt in lies, to live in truth. Does this sound harsh to- day? You will soon love what is dictated by your nature as well as mine, and if we follow the truth, it will bring us out safe at last.— But so you may give these friends pain. Yes, but I cannot sell my liberty and my power, to save their sensibility. Besides, all persons have their moments of reason when they look out into the region of absolute truth; then will they justify me and do the same thing.

The populace think that your rejection of pop u lar standards is a rejection of all standard, and mere antinomianism;5 and the bold sensualist will use the name of philosophy to gild his crimes. But the law of consciousness abides. There are two confessionals, in one or the other of which we must be shriven. You may fulSl your round of duties by clearing yourself in the direct, or, in the re#ex way. Consider whether you have satisSed your relations to father, mother, cousin, neighbor, town, cat, and dog; whether any of these can upbraid you. But I may also neglect this re^ex standard, and absolve me to myself. I have my own stern claims and perfect circle. It denies the name of duty to many ofSces that are called duties. But if I can discharge its debts, it enables me to dispense with the pop u lar code. If any one imagines that this law is lax, let him keep its commandment one day.

And truly it demands something godlike in him who has cast off the common motives of humanity, and has ventured to trust himself for a task- master. High be his heart, faithful his will, clear his sight, that he may in

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good earnest be doctrine, society, law to himself, that a simple purpose may be to him as strong as iron necessity is to others.

If any man consider the present aspects of what is called by distinction society, he will see the need of these ethics. The sinew and heart of man seem to be drawn out, and we are become timorous desponding whimperers. We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. We want men and women who shall renovate life and our social state, but we see that most natures are insol- vent; cannot satisfy their own wants, have an ambition out of all proportion to their practical force, and so do lean and beg day and night continually. Our house keeping is mendicant, our arts, our occupations, our marriages, our religion we have not chosen, but society has chosen for us. We are parlor soldiers. The rugged battle of fate, where strength is born, we shun.

If our young men miscarry in their Srst enterprizes, they lose all heart. If the young merchant fails, men say he is ruined. If the Snest genius studies at one of our colleges, and is not installed in an ofSce within one year after- wards in the cities or suburbs of Boston or New York, it seems to his friends and to himself that he is right in being disheartened and in complaining the rest of his life. A sturdy lad from New Hampshire or Vermont, who in turn tries all the professions, who teams it, farms it, peddles, keeps a school, preaches, edits a newspaper, goes to Congress, buys a township, and so forth, in successive years, and always, like a cat, falls on his feet, is worth a hundred of these city dolls. He walks abreast with his days, and feels no shame in not ‘studying a profession,’ for he does not postpone his life, but lives already. He has not one chance, but a hundred chances. Let a stoic arise who shall reveal the resources of man, and tell men they are not leaning willows, but can and must detach themselves; that with the exercise of self- trust, new powers shall appear; that a man is the word made ^esh, born to shed healing to the nations, that he should be ashamed of our compassion, and that the moment he acts from himself, tossing the laws, the books, idolatries, and customs out of the window,— we pity him no more but thank and revere him,— and that teacher shall restore the life of man to splendor, and make his name dear to all History.

It is easy to see that a greater self- reliance,—a new respect for the divin- ity in man,— must work a revolution in all the ofSces and relations of men; in their religion; in their education; in their pursuits; their modes of living; their association; in their property; in their speculative views.

1. In what prayers do men allow themselves! That which they call a holy ofSce, is not so much as brave and manly. Prayer looks abroad and asks for some foreign addition to come through some foreign virtue, and loses itself in endless mazes of natural and supernatural, and mediatorial and miraculous. Prayer that craves a par tic u lar commodity— any thing less than all good, is vicious. Prayer is the contemplation of the facts of life from the highest point of view. It is the soliloquy of a beholding and jubilant soul. It is the spirit of God pronouncing his works good. But prayer as a means to effect a private end, is theft and meanness. It supposes dualism and not unity in nature and consciousness. As soon as the man is at one with God, he will not beg. He will then see prayer in all action. The prayer of the farmer kneeling in his Seld to weed it, the prayer of the rower kneeling with the stroke of his oar, are true prayers heard throughout nature, though for cheap ends. Caratach, in

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6. Lines 1294– 95; the play by the En glish play- wright John Fletcher (1579– 1625) was produced around 1614. 7. Religious prophet of ancient Persia. 8. See the fearful words of the Hebrews after God gave Moses the Ten Commandments, Exo- dus 20.19: “And they said unto Moses, Speak thou with us, and we will hear: but let not God speak with us, lest we die.” 9. These innovators are John Locke (1632– 1704), En glish phi los o pher; Antoine Lavoisier (1743– 1797), French chemist; James Hutton (1726–

1797), Scottish geologist; Jeremy Bentham (1748– 1832), En glish phi los o pher; and Johann Kaspar Spurzheim (1776– 1832), German physi- cian whose work led to the pseudoscience of phre- nology, assessing character by interpreting the bumps on the skull. 1. Three widely varying religious movements founded by or based on the teachings of, respec- tively, John Calvin (1509– 1564), French theolo- gian; George Fox (1624– 1691), En glish clergyman; and Emanuel Swedenborg (1688– 1772), Swedish scientist and theologian.

Fletcher’s Bonduca, when admonished to inquire the mind of the god Audate, replies,

“ His hidden meaning lies in our endeavors, Our valors are our best gods.” 6

Another sort of false prayers are our regrets. Discontent is the want of self- reliance; it is inSrmity of will. Regret calamities, if you can thereby help the sufferer; if not, attend your own work, and already the evil begins to be repaired. Our sympathy is just as base. We come to them who weep foolishly, and sit down and cry for company, instead of imparting to them truth and health in rough electric shocks, putting them once more in communication with the soul. The secret of fortune is joy in our hands. Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self- helping man. For him all doors are ^ung wide. Him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him, because he did not need it. We solicitously and apologetically caress and celebrate him, because he held on his way and scorned our disapprobation. The gods love him because men hated him. “To the persevering mortal,” said Zoroaster,7 “the blessed Immortals are swift.”

As men’s prayers are a disease of the will, so are their creeds a disease of the intellect. They say with those foolish Israelites, ‘Let not God speak to us, lest we die. Speak thou, speak any man with us, and we will obey.’8 Every- where I am bereaved of meeting God in my brother, because he has shut his own temple doors, and recites fables merely of his brother’s, or his brother’s brother’s God. Every new mind is a new classiScation. If it prove a mind of uncommon activity and power, a Locke, a Lavoisier, a Hutton, a Bentham, a Spurzheim,9 it imposes its classiScation on other men, and lo! a new system. In proportion always to the depth of the thought, and so to the number of the objects it touches and brings within reach of the pupil, is his compla- cency. But chie^y is this apparent in creeds and churches, which are also classiScations of some powerful mind acting on the great elemental thought of Duty, and man’s relation to the Highest. Such is Calvinism, Quakerism, Swedenborgianism.1 The pupil takes the same delight in subordinating every thing to the new terminology that a girl does who has just learned botany, in seeing a new earth and new seasons thereby. It will happen for a time, that the pupil will feel a real debt to the teacher,— will Snd his intellectual power has grown by the study of his writings. This will continue until he has exhausted his master’s mind. But in all unbalanced minds, the classiScation is idolized, passes for the end, and not for a speedily exhaustible means, so that the walls of the system blend to their eye in the remote horizon with the walls of the universe; the luminaries of heaven seem to them hung on the

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arch their master built. They cannot imagine how you aliens have any right to see,— how you can see; ‘It must be somehow that you stole the light from us.’ They do not yet perceive, that, light unsystematic, indomitable, will break into any cabin, even into theirs. Let them chirp awhile and call it their own. If they are honest and do well, presently their neat new pinfold2 will be too strait and low, will crack, will lean, will rot and vanish, and the immortal light, all young and joyful, million- orbed, million- colored, will beam over the universe as on the Srst morning.

2. It is for want of self- culture that the idol of Travelling, the idol of Italy, of En gland, of Egypt, remains for all educated Americans. They who made En gland, Italy, or Greece venerable in the imagination, did so not by ram- bling round creation as a moth round a lamp, but by sticking fast where they were, like an axis of the earth. In manly hours, we feel that duty is our place, and that the merrymen of circumstance should follow as they may. The soul is no traveller: the wise man stays at home with the soul, and when his necessities, his duties, on any occasion call him from his house, or into for- eign lands, he is at home still, and is not gadding abroad from himself, and shall make men sensible by the expression of his countenance, that he goes the missionary of wisdom and virtue, and visits cities and men like a sover- eign, and not like an interloper or a valet.

I have no churlish objection to the circumnavigation of the globe, for the purposes of art, of study, and benevolence, so that the man is Srst domesti- cated, or does not go abroad with the hope of Snding somewhat greater than he knows. He who travels to be amused, or to get somewhat which he does not carry, travels away from himself, and grows old even in youth among old things. In Thebes, in Palmyra,3 his will and mind have become old and dilap- idated as they. He carries ruins to ruins.

Travelling is a fool’s paradise. We owe to our Srst journeys the discovery that place is nothing. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern Fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I ^ed from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.

3. But the rage of travelling is itself only a symptom of a deeper unsound- ness affecting the whole intellectual action. The intellect is vagabond, and the universal system of education fosters restlessness. Our minds travel when our bodies are forced to stay at home. We imitate; and what is imitation but the travelling of the mind? Our houses are built with foreign taste; our shelves are garnished with foreign ornaments; our opinions, our tastes, our whole minds lean, and follow the Past and the Distant, as the eyes of a maid follow her mistress. The soul created the arts wherever they have ^ourished. It was in his own mind that the artist sought his model. It was an application of his own thought to the thing to be done and the conditions to be observed. And why need we copy the Doric or the Gothic model?4 Beauty, con ve nience,

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2. Enclosure for animals. 3. Ruins of ancient cities in Egypt and Syria, respectively.

4. I.e., ancient Greek or medieval Eu ro pe an architecture.

5. I.e., the essence of the man. 6. Greek sculptor of the 5th century b.c.e.

grandeur of thought, and quaint expression are as near to us as to any, and if the American artist will study with hope and love the precise thing to be done by him, considering the climate, the soil, the length of the day, the wants of the people, the habit and form of the government, he will create a house in which all these will Snd themselves Stted, and taste and sentiment will be satisSed also.

Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life’s cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another, you have only an extemporaneous, half possession. That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him. No man yet knows what it is, nor can, till that person has exhibited it. Where is the mas- ter who could have taught Shakspeare? Where is the master who could have instructed Franklin, or Washington, or Bacon, or Newton? Every great man is an unique. The Scipionism5 of Scipio is precisely that part he could not borrow. If any body will tell me whom the great man imitates in the original crisis when he performs a great act, I will tell him who else than himself can teach him. Shakspeare will never be made by the study of Shakspeare. Do that which is assigned thee, and thou canst not hope too much or dare too much. There is at this moment, there is for me an utterance bare and grand as that of the colossal chisel of Phidias,6 or trowel of the Egyptians, or the pen of Moses, or Dante, but different from all these. Now possibly will the soul all rich, all eloquent, with thousand- cloven tongue, deign to repeat itself; but if I can hear what these patriarchs say, surely I can reply to them in the same pitch of voice: for the ear and the tongue are two organs of one nature. Dwell up there in the simple and noble regions of thy life, obey thy heart, and thou shalt reproduce the Foreworld again.

4. As our Religion, our Education, our Art look abroad, so does our spirit of society. All men plume themselves on the improvement of society, and no man improves.

Society never advances. It recedes as fast on one side as it gains on the other. Its progress is only apparent, like the workers of a treadmill. It under- goes continual changes: it is barbarous, it is civilized, it is christianized, it is rich, it is scientiSc; but this change is not amelioration. For every thing that is given, something is taken. Society acquires new arts and loses old instincts. What a contrast between the well- clad, reading, writing, thinking American, with a watch, a pencil, and a bill of exchange in his pocket, and the naked New Zealander, whose property is a club, a spear, a mat, and an undivided twentieth of a shed to sleep under. But compare the health of the two men, and you shall see that his aboriginal strength the white man has lost. If the traveller tell us truly, strike the savage with a broad axe, and in a day or two the ^esh shall unite and heal as if you struck the blow into soft pitch, and the same blow shall send the white to his grave.

The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet. He is supported on crutches, but loses so much support of muscle. He has got a Sne Geneva watch, but he has lost the skill to tell the hour by the sun. A Green- wich nautical almanac he has, and so being sure of the information when he wants it, the man in the street does not know a star in the sky. The solstice he

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does not observe; the equinox he knows as little; and the whole bright cal- endar of the year is without a dial in his mind. His notebooks impair his memory; his libraries overload his wit; the insurance ofSce increases the num- ber of accidents; and it may be a question whether machinery does not encum- ber; whether we have not lost by reSnement some energy, by a christianity entrenched in establishments and forms, some vigor of wild virtue. For every stoic was a stoic;7 but in Christendom where is the Christian?

There is no more deviation in the moral standard than in the standard of height or bulk. No greater men are now than ever were. A singular equality may be observed between the great men of the Srst and of the last ages; nor can all the science, art, religion and philosophy of the nineteenth century avail to educate greater men than Plutarch’s heroes,8 three or four and twenty centuries ago. Not in time is the race progressive. Phocion, Socrates, Anaxagoras, Diogenes,9 are great men, but they leave no class. He who is really of their class will not be called by their name, but be wholly his own man, and, in his turn the found er of a sect. The arts and inventions of each period are only its costume, and do not invigorate men. The harm of the improved machinery may compensate its good. Hudson and Behring1 accom- plished so much in their Sshing- boats, as to astonish Parry and Franklin,2 whose equipment exhausted the resources of science and art. Galileo, with an opera- glass, discovered a more splendid series of facts than any one since. Columbus found the New World in an undecked boat. It is curious to see the periodical disuse and perishing of means and machinery which were introduced with loud laudation, a few years or centuries before. The great genius returns to essential man. We reckoned the improvements of the art of war among the triumphs of science, and yet Napoleon conquered Eu rope by the Bivouac,3 which consisted of falling back on naked valor, and disencum- bering it of all aids. The Emperor held it impossible to make a perfect army, says Las Cases,4 “without abolishing our arms, magazines, commissaries, and carriages, until in imitation of the Roman custom, the soldier should receive his supply of corn, grind it in his hand- mill, and bake his bread himself.”

Society is a wave. The wave moves onward, but the water of which it is composed, does not. The same particle does not rise from the valley to the ridge. Its unity is only phenomenal. The persons who make up a nation today, next year die, and their experience with them.

And so the reliance on Property, including the reliance on governments which protect it, is the want of self- reliance. Men have looked away from themselves and at things so long, that they have come to esteem what they call the soul’s progress, namely, the religious, learned, and civil institutions, as guards of property, and they deprecate assaults on these, because they feel

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7. Emerson refers particularly to the Stoics, members of the Greek school of philosophy founded by Zeno about 308 b.c.e. It taught the ideal of a calm, self- controlled existence in which every occurrence is accepted as fated. 8. The lives of famous Greeks and Romans writ- ten by Plutarch (46?– 120? c.e.), Greek biogra- pher. 9. Four Greek phi los o phers: Phocion (402?– 317 b.c.e.), Socrates (470?– 399 b.c.e.), Anaxagoras (500?– 428 b.c.e.), and Diogenes (412?– 323 b.c.e.).

1. Vitus Jonassen Bering (1680– 1741), Danish navigator who explored the northern PaciSc Ocean. Henry Hudson (d. 1611), En glish naviga- tor (sometimes in ser vice of the Dutch). 2. Sir William Edward Perry (1790– 1855) and Sir John Franklin (1786– 1847), En glish explorers of the Arctic. 3. Temporary military camp. 4. Comte Emmanuel de Las Cases (1766– 1842), author of a book recording his conversations with the exiled Napoleon at St. Helena.

them to be assaults on property. They mea sure their esteem of each other, by what each has, and not by what each is. But a cultivated man becomes ashamed of his property, ashamed of what he has, out of new respect for his being. Especially, he hates what he has, if he see that it is accidental,— came to him by inheritance, or gift, or crime; then he feels that it is not having; it does not belong to him, has no root in him, and merely lies there, because no revolution or no robber takes it away. But that which a man is, does always by necessity acquire, and what the man acquires is permanent and living prop- erty, which does not wait the beck of rulers, or mobs, or revolutions, or Sre, or storm, or bankruptcies, but perpetually renews itself wherever the man is put. “Thy lot or portion of life,” said the Caliph Ali,5 “is seeking after thee; therefore be at rest from seeking after it.” Our dependence on these foreign goods leads us to our slavish respect for numbers. The po liti cal parties meet in numerous conventions; the greater the concourse, and with each new uproar of announcement, The delegation from Essex!6 The Demo crats from New Hampshire! The Whigs of Maine! the young patriot feels himself stron- ger than before by a new thousand of eyes and arms. In like manner the reformers summon conventions, and vote and resolve in multitude. But not so, O friends! will the God deign to enter and inhabit you, but by a method precisely the reverse. It is only as a man puts off from himself all external support, and stands alone, that I see him to be strong and to prevail. He is weaker by every recruit to his banner. Is not a man better than a town? Ask nothing of men, and in the endless mutation, thou only Srm column must presently appear the upholder of all that surrounds thee. He who knows that power is in the soul, that he is weak only because he has looked for good out of him and elsewhere, and so perceiving, throws himself unhesitatingly on his thought, instantly rights himself, stands in the erect position, commands his limbs, works miracles; just as a man who stands on his feet is stronger than a man who stands on his head.

So use all that is called Fortune. Most men gamble with her, and gain all, and lose all, as her wheel rolls. But do thou leave as unlawful these win- nings, and deal with Cause and Effect, the chancellors of God. In the Will work and acquire, and thou hast chained the wheel of Chance, and shalt always drag her after thee. A po liti cal victory, a rise of rents, the recovery of your sick, or the return of your absent friend, or some other quite external event, raises your spirits, and you think good days are preparing for you. Do not believe it. It can never be so. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.

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5. Fourth Muslim caliph of Mecca (602?– 661). 6. County in Massachusetts.

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The Poet1

A moody child and wildly wise Pursued the game with joyful eyes, Which chose, like meteors, their way, And rived the dark with private ray: They overleapt the horizon’s edge, Searched with Apollo’s privilege; Through man, and woman, and sea, and star, Saw the dance of nature forward far; Through worlds, and races, and terms, and times, Saw musical order, and pairing rhymes.

Olympian bards who sung Divine ideas below, Which always Snd us young, And always keep us so.

Those who are esteemed umpires of taste, are often persons who have acquired some knowledge of admired pictures or sculptures, and have an inclination for what ever is elegant; but if you inquire whether they are beau- tiful souls, and whether their own acts are like fair pictures, you learn that they are selSsh and sensual. Their cultivation is local, as if you should rub a log of dry wood in one spot to produce Sre, all the rest remaining cold. Their knowledge of the Sne arts is some study of rules and particulars, or some limited judgment of color or form, which is exercised for amusement or for show. It is a proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty, as it lies in the minds of our amateurs, that men seem to have lost the perception of the instant dependence of form upon soul. There is no doctrine of forms in our philosophy. We were put into our bodies, as Sre is put into a pan, to be carried about; but there is no accurate adjustment between the spirit and the organ, much less is the latter the germination of the former. So in regard to other forms, the intellectual men do not believe in any essential depen- dence of the material world on thought and volition. Theologians think it a pretty air- castle to talk of the spiritual meaning of a ship or a cloud, of a city or a contract, but they prefer to come again to the solid ground of his- torical evidence; and even the poets are contented with a civil and conformed manner of living, and to write poems from the fancy, at a safe distance from their own experience. But the highest minds of the world have never ceased to explore the double meaning, or, shall I say, the qua dru ple, or the centuple, or much more manifold meaning, of every sensuous fact: Orpheus, Empedo- cles, Heraclitus, Plato, Plutarch, Dante, Swedenborg,2 and the masters of sculpture, picture, and poetry. For we are not pans and barrows, nor even porters of the Sre and torchbearers, but children of the Sre, made of it, and only the same divinity transmuted, and at two or three removes, when we

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1. First published in Essays, Second Series (1844), the source of the present text, “The Poet” contains the fullest elaboration of Emerson’s aesthetic ideas and his most incisive comments on contemporary poetry and criticism. The Srst prefatory poem is from one of Emerson’s uncom- pleted poems, and the second is from his “Ode to Beauty” (1843).

2. Emanuel Swedenborg (1688– 1772), Swedish scientist and mystic. Orpheus, a legendary Greek poet. Empedocles (5th century b.c.e.), Heraclitus (6th century b.c.e.), and Plato (4th century b.c.e.) were Greek phi los o phers. Plutarch (1st century), Greek biographer. Dante (1265– 1321), Italian poet.

3. Energies. 4. In Roman mythology, the supreme god, god of the underworld, and god of the sea, respectively.

know least about it. And this hidden truth, that the foundations whence all this river of Time, and its creatures, ^oweth, are intrinsically ideal and beau- tiful, draws us to the consideration of the nature and functions of the Poet, or the man of Beauty, to the means and materials he uses, and to the general aspect of the art in the present time.

The breadth of the problem is great, for the poet is representative. He stands among partial men for the complete man, and apprises us not of his wealth, but of the commonwealth. The young man reveres men of genius, because, to speak truly, they are more himself than he is. They receive of the soul as he also receives, but they more. Nature enhances her beauty, to the eye of loving men, from their belief that the poet is beholding her shows at the same time. He is isolated among his contemporaries, by truth and by his art, but with this consolation in his pursuits, that they will draw all men sooner or later. For all men live by truth, and stand in need of expression. In love, in art, in avarice, in politics, in labor, in games, we study to utter our painful secret. The man is only half himself, the other half is his expression.

Notwithstanding this necessity to be published, adequate expression is rare. I know not how it is that we need an interpreter; but the great majority of men seem to be minors, who have not yet come into possession of their own, or mutes, who cannot report the conversation they have had with nature. There is no man who does not anticipate a supersensual utility in the sun, and stars, earth, and water. These stand and wait to render him a pecu- liar ser vice. But there is some obstruction, or some excess of phlegm in our constitution, which does not suffer them to yield the due effect. Too feeble fall the impressions of nature on us to make us artists. Every touch should thrill. Every man should be so much an artist, that he could report in conver- sation what had befallen him. Yet, in our experience, the rays or appulses3 have sufScient force to arrive at the senses, but not enough to reach the quick, and compel the reproduction of themselves in speech. The poet is the person in whom these powers are in balance, the man without impediment, who sees and handles that which others dream of, traverses the whole scale of experience, and is representative of man, in virtue of being the largest power to receive and to impart.

For the Universe has three children, born at one time, which reappear, under different names, in every system of thought, whether they be called cause, operation, and effect; or, more poetically, Jove, Pluto, Neptune;4 or, theologically, the Father, the Spirit, and the Son; but which we will call here, the Knower, the Doer, and the Sayer. These stand respectively for the love of truth, for the love of good, and for the love of beauty. These three are equal. Each is that which he is essentially, so that he cannot be surmounted or ana- lyzed, and each of these three has the power of the others latent in him, and his own patent.

The poet is the sayer, the namer, and represents beauty. He is a sover- eign, and stands on the centre. For the world is not painted or adorned, but is from the beginning beautiful; and God has not made some beautiful things, but Beauty is the creator of the universe. Therefore the poet is not any permissive potentate, but is emperor in his own right. Criticism is infested

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with a cant of materialism, which assumes that manual skill and activity is the Srst merit of all men, and disparages such as say and do not, overlooking the fact that some men, namely, poets, are natural sayers, sent into the world to the end of expression, and confounds them with those whose province is action, but who quit it to imitate the sayers. But Homer’s words are as costly and admirable to Homer, as Agamemnon’s victories are to Agamemnon.5 The poet does not wait for the hero or the sage, but, as they act and think primarily, so he writes primarily what will and must be spoken, reckoning the others, though primaries also, yet, in respect to him, secondaries and servants; as sitters or models in the studio of a paint er, or as assistants who bring building materials to an architect.

For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so Snely or ga nized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, or a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem. The men of more delicate ear write down these cadences more faithfully, and these transcripts, though imperfect, become the songs of the nations. For nature is as truly beautiful as it is good, or as it is reasonable, and must as much appear, as it must be done, or be known. Words and deeds are quite indifferent modes of the divine energy. Words are also actions, and actions are a kind of words.

The sign and credentials of the poet are, that he announces that which no man foretold. He is the true and only doctor;6 he knows and tells; he is the only teller of news, for he was present and privy to the appearance which he describes. He is a beholder of ideas, and an utterer of the necessary and causal. For we do not speak now of men of poetical talents, or of industry and skill in metre, but of the true poet. I took part in a conversation the other day, concerning a recent writer of lyrics, a man of subtle mind, whose head appeared to be a music- box of delicate tunes and rhythms, and whose skill, and command of language, we could not sufSciently praise. But when the question arose, whether he was not only a lyrist, but a poet, we were obliged to confess that he is plainly a contemporary, not an eternal man. He does not stand out of our low limitations, like a Chimborazo under the line,7 running up from the torrid base through all the climates of the globe, with belts of the herbage of every latitude on its high and mottled sides; but this genius is the landscape- garden of a modern house, adorned with fountains and statues, with well- bred men and women standing and sitting in the walks and terraces. We hear, through all the varied music, the ground- tone of con- ventional life. Our poets are men of talents who sing, and not the children of music. The argument is secondary, the Snish of the versus is primary.

For it is not metres, but a metre- making argument, that makes a poem,— a thought so passionate and alive, that, like the spirit of a plant or an ani- mal, it has an architecture of its own, and adorns nature with a new thing. The thought and the form are equal in the order of time, but in the order of genesis the thought is prior to the form. The poet has a new thought: he has a whole new experience to unfold; he will tell us how it was with him, and all men will be the richer in his fortune. For, the experience of each new age

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5. Emerson is comparing the author (Homer) with his character (Agamemnon, in The Iliad).

6. Teacher and healer. 7. Equator. Chimborazo is a mountain in Ec ua dor.

8. Visible.

requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet. I remember, when I was young, how much I was moved one morning by tid- ings that genius had appeared in a youth who sat near me at table. He had left his work, and gone rambling none knew whither, and had written hun- dreds of lines, but could not tell whether that which was in him was therein told: he could tell nothing but that all was changed,— man, beast, heaven, earth, and sea. How gladly we listened! how credulous! Society seemed to be compromised. We sat in the aurora of a sunrise which was to put out all the stars. Boston seemed to be at twice the distance it had the night before, or was much farther than that. Rome,— what was Rome! Plutarch and Shakspeare were in the yellow leaf, and Homer no more should be heard of. It is much to know that poetry has been written this very day, under this very roof, by your side. What! that wonderful spirit has not expired! these stony moments are still sparkling and animated! I had fancied that the oracles were all silent, and nature had spent her Sres, and behold! all night, from every pore, these Sne auroras have been streaming. Every one has some interest in the advent of the poet, and no one knows how much it may concern him. We know that the secret of the world is profound, but who or what shall be our interpreter, we know not. A mountain ramble, a new style of face, a new per- son, may put the key into our hands. Of course, the value of genius to us is in the veracity of its report. Talent may frolic and juggle; genius realizes and adds. Mankind, in good earnest, have availed so far in understanding them- selves and their work, that the foremost watchman on the peak announces his news. It is the truest word ever spoken, and the phrase will be the Sttest, most musical, and the unerring voice of the world for that time.

All that we call sacred history attests that the birth of a poet is the prin- cipal event in chronology. Man, never so often deceived, still watches for the arrival of a brother who can hold him steady to a truth, until he has made it his own. With what joy I begin to read a poem, which I conSde in as an inspiration! And now my chains are to be broken; I shall mount above these clouds and opaque airs in which I live,— opaque, though they seem transparent,— and from the heaven of truth I shall see and comprehend my relations. That will reconcile me to life, and renovate nature, to see tri^es animated by a tendency, and to know what I am doing. Life will no more be a noise; now I shall see men and women, and know the signs by which they may be discerned from fools and satans. This day shall be better than my birth- day: then I became an animal: now I am invited into the science of the real. Such is the hope, but the fruition is postponed. Oftener it falls, that this winged man, who will carry me into the heaven, whirls me into the clouds, then leaps and frisks about with me from cloud to cloud, still afSrming that he is bound heavenward; and I, being myself a novice, am slow in perceiving that he does not know the way into the heavens, and is merely bent that I should admire his skill to rise, like a fowl or a ^ying Ssh, a little way from the ground or the water; but the all- piercing, all- feeding, and ocular8 air of heaven, that man shall never inhabit. I tumble down again soon into my old nooks, and lead the life of exaggerations as before, and have lost my faith in the possibility of any guide who can lead me thither where I would be.

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But leaving these victims of vanity, let us, with new hope, observe how nature, by worthier impulses, has ensured the poet’s Sdelity to his ofSce of announcement and afSrming, namely, by the beauty of things, which becomes a new, and higher beauty, when expressed. Nature offers all her creatures to him as a picture- language. Being used as a type, a second wonderful value appears in the object, far better than its old value, as the carpenter’s stretched cord, if you hold your ear close enough, is musical in the breeze. “Things more excellent than every image,” says Jamblichus,9 “are expressed through images.” Things admit of being used as symbols, because nature is a symbol, in the whole, and in every part. Every line we can draw in the sand, has expression; and there is no body without its spirit or genius. All form is an effect of char- acter; all condition, of the quality of the life; all harmony, of health; (and, for this reason, a perception of beauty should be sympathetic, or proper only to the good.) The beautiful rests on the foundations of the necessary. The soul makes the body, as the wise Spenser teaches:—

“So every spirit, as it is most pure, And hath in it the more of heavenly light, So it the fairer body doth procure To habit in, and it more fairly dight, With cheerful grace and amiable sight. For, of the soul, the body form doth take, For soul is form, and doth the body make.”1

Here we Snd ourselves, suddenly, not in a critical speculation, but in a holy place, and should go very warily and reverently. We stand before the secret of the world, there where Being passes into Appearance, and Unity into Variety.

The Universe is the externisation of the soul. Wherever the life is, that bursts into appearance around it. Our science is sensual, and therefore superScial. The earth, and the heavenly bodies, physics, and chemistry, we sensually treat, as if they were self- existent; but these are the retinue of that Being we have. “The mighty heaven,” said Proclus,2 “exhibits, in its trans- Sgurations, clear images of the splendor of intellectual perceptions; being moved in conjunction with the unapparent periods of intellectual natures.” Therefore, science always goes abreast with the just elevation of the man, keeping step with religion and metaphysics; or, the state of science is an index of our self- knowledge. Since everything in nature answers to a moral power, if any phenomenon remains brute and dark, it is that the corresponding fac- ulty in the observer is not yet active.

No wonder, then, if these waters be so deep, that we hover over them with a religious regard. The beauty of the fable proves the importance of the sense; to the poet, and to all others; or, if you please, every man is so far a poet as to be susceptible of these enchantments of nature: for all men have the thoughts whereof the universe is the celebration. I Snd that the fascina- tion resides in the symbol. Who loves nature? Who does not? Is it only poets, and men of leisure and cultivation, who live with her? No; but also hunters, farmers, grooms, and butchers, though they express their affection in their

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9. Neoplatonic phi los o pher of the 4th century c.e. (Neoplatonism is a mystical religious system combining features of Platonic and other Greek philosophies with features of Judaism and Chris-

tianity.) 1. “An Hymn in Honour of Beauty” (1596), by the En glish poet Edmund Spenser (1552– 1599). 2. Greek Neoplatonic phi los o pher (411– 485).

3. Towns are symbolized by major products. “The great ball”: as a campaign stunt, William Henry Harrison’s supporters during the 1840 presiden- tial campaign rolled huge balls at rallies to cries of “Keep the ball a-rolling.” 4. Allusions to the 1840 presidential election. Harrison’s “Log Cabin and Hard Cider” cam- paign, which emphasized the candidate’s humble roots while offering free alcohol to his supporters,

helped him defeat Martin Van Buren. South Car- olina, nicknamed the Palmetto State for its palm- like trees, claimed to be the birthplace of Andrew Jackson (“Old Hickory”). 5. Nathan (or Nathaniel) Bailey (d. 1742) pub- lished An Universal Etymological En glish Diction- ary (1721), which ran through many editions. Lord Chatham was William Pitt (1708– 1778), En glish statesman famous for his oratory.

choice of life, and not in their choice of words. The writer wonders what the coachman or the hunter values in riding, in horses, and dogs. It is not super- Scial qualities. When you talk with him, he holds these at as slight a rate as you. His worship is sympathetic; he has no deSnitions, but he is commanded in nature, by the living power which he feels to be there present. No imita- tion, or playing of these things, would content him; he loves the earnest of the northwind, of rain, of stone, and wood, and iron. A beauty not explicable, is dearer than a beauty which we can see to the end of. It is nature the sym- bol, nature certifying the supernatural, body over^owed by life, which he worships, with coarse, but sincere rites.

The inwardness, and mystery, of this attachment, drives men of every class to the use of emblems. The schools of poets, and phi los o phers, are not more intoxicated with their symbols, than the populace with theirs. In our po liti cal parties, compute the power of badges and emblems. See the great ball which they roll from Baltimore to Bunker hill! In the po liti cal pro- cessions, Lowell goes in a loom, and Lynn in a shoe, and Salem in a ship.3 Witness the ciderbarrel, the log- cabin, the hickory- stick, the palmetto,4 and all the cognizances of party. See the power of national emblems. Some stars, lilies, leopards, a crescent, a lion, an ea gle, or other Sgure, which came into credit God knows how, on an old rag of bunting, blowing in the wind, on a fort, at the ends of the earth, shall make the blood tingle under the rudest, or the most conventional exterior. The people fancy they hate poetry, and they are all poets and mystics!

Beyond this universality of the symbolic language, we are apprised of the divineness of this superior use of things, whereby the world is a temple, whose walls are covered with emblems, pictures, and commandments of the Deity, in this, that there is no fact in nature which does not carry the whole sense of nature; and the distinctions which we make in events, and in affairs, of low and high, honest and base, disappear when nature is used as a symbol. Thought makes every thing St for use. The vocabulary of an omni- scient man would embrace words and images excluded from polite conver- sation. What would be base, or even obscene, to the obscene, becomes illustrious, spoken in a new connexion of thought. The piety of the Hebrew prophets purges their grossness. The circumcision is an example of the power of poetry to raise the low and offensive. Small and mean things serve as well as great symbols. The meaner the type by which a law is expressed, the more pungent it is, and the more lasting in the memories of men: just as we choose the smallest box, or case, in which any needful utensil can be car- ried. Bare lists of words are found suggestive, to an imaginative and excited mind; as it is related of Lord Chatham, that he was accustomed to read in Bailey’s Dictionary,5 when he was preparing to speak in Parliament. The poorest experience is rich enough for all the purposes of expressing thought.

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Why covet a knowledge of new facts? Day and night, house and garden, a few books, a few actions, serve us as well as would all trades and all specta- cles. We are far from having exhausted the signiScance of the few symbols we use. We can come to use them yet with a terrible simplicity. It does not need that a poem should be long. Every word was once a poem. Every new relation is a new word. Also, we use defects and deformaties to a sacred pur- pose, so expressing our sense that the evils of the world are such only to the evil eye. In the old mythology, mythologists observe, defects are ascribed to divine natures, as lameness to Vulcan, blindness to Cupid, and the like, to signify exuberances.

For, as it is dislocation and detachment from the life of God, that makes things ugly, the poet, who re- attaches things to nature and the Whole,— re-attaching even artiScial things, and violations of nature, to nature, by a deeper insight,— disposes very easily of the most disagreeable facts. Readers of poetry see the factory- village, and the railway, and fancy that the poetry of the landscape is broken up by these; for these works of art are not yet conse- crated in their reading; but the poet sees them fall within the great Order not less than the bee- hive, or the spider’s geometrical web. Nature adopts them very fast into her vital circles, and the gliding train of cars she loves like her own. Besides, in a centred mind, it signiSes nothing how many mechanical inventions you exhibit. Though you add millions, and never so surprising, the fact of mechanics has not gained a grain’s weight. The spiritual fact remains unalterable, by many or by few particulars; as no mountain is of any appre- ciable height to break the curve of the sphere. A shrewd country- boy goes to the city for the Srst time, and the complacent citizen is not satisSed with his little wonder. It is not that he does not see all the Sne houses, and know that he never saw such before, but he disposes of them as easily as the poet Snds place for the railway. The chief value of the new fact, is to enhance the great and constant fact of Life, which can dwarf any and every circumstance, and to which the belt of wampum, and the commerce of America, are alike.

The world being thus put under the mind for verb and noun, the poet is he who can articulate it. For, though life is great, and fascinates, and absorbs,— and though all men are intelligent of the symbols through which it is named,— yet they cannot originally use them. We are symbols, and inhabit symbols; workmen, work, and tools, words and things, birth and death, all are emblems; but we sympathize with the symbols, and, being infatuated with the eco nom ical uses of things, we do not know that they are thoughts. The poet, by an ulterior intellectual perception, gives them a power which makes their old use forgotten, and puts eyes, and a tongue, into every dumb and inanimate object. He perceives the in de pen dence of the thought on the symbol, the stability of the thought, the accidency and fugacity of the sym- bol. As the eyes of Lyncæus6 were said to see through the earth, so the poet turns the world to glass, and shows us all things in their right series and pro cession. For, through that better perception, he stands one step nearer to things, and sees the ̂ owing or metamorphosis; perceives that thought is mul- tiform; that within the form of every creature is a force impelling it to ascend into a higher form; and, following with his eyes the life, uses the forms which

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6. In Greek mythology, a keen- sighted crewman who sailed with Jason in search of the Golden Fleece.

7. A private joke: the poet is Emerson himself. 8. Fungus, such as a mushroom.

express that life, and so his speech ^ows with the ^owing of nature. All the facts of the animal economy, sex, nutriment, gestation, birth, growth, are symbols of the passage of the world into the soul of man, to suffer there a change, and re- appear a new and higher fact. He uses forms according to the life, and not according to the form. This is true science. The poet alone knows astronomy, chemistry, vegetation, and animation, for he does not stop at these facts, but employs them as signs. He knows why the plain, or meadow of space, was strown with these ^owers we call suns, and moons, and stars; why the great deep is adorned with animals, with men, and gods; for, in every word he speaks he rides on them as the horses of thought.

By virtue of this science the poet is the Namer, or Language- maker, nam- ing things sometimes after their appearance, sometimes after their essence, and giving to every one its own name and not another’s, thereby rejoicing the intellect, which delights in detachment or boundary. The poets made all the words, and therefore language is the archives of history, and, if we must say it, a sort of tomb of the muses. For, though the origin of most of our words is forgotten, each word was at Srst a stroke of genius, and obtained currency, because for the moment it symbolized the world to the Srst speaker and to the hearer. The etymologist Snds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry. As the limestone of the continent consists of inSnite masses of the shells of animalcules, so language is made up of images, or tropes, which now, in their secondary use, have long ceased to remind us of their poetic origin. But the poet names the thing because he sees it, or comes one step nearer to it than any other. This expression, or naming, is not art, but a second nature, grown out of the Srst, as a leaf out of a tree. What we call nature, is a certain self- regulated motion, or change; and nature does all things by her own hands, and does not leave another to bap- tise her, but baptises herself; and this through the metamorphosis again. I remember that a certain poet7 described it to me thus:

Genius is the activity which repairs the decays of things, whether wholly or partly of a material and Snite kind. Nature, through all her kingdoms, insures herself. Nobody cares for planting the poor fungus: so she shakes down from the gills of one agaric8 countless spores, any one of which, being preserved, transmits new billions of spores to- morrow or next day. The new agaric of this hour has a chance which the old one had not. This atom of seed is thrown into a new place, not subject to the accidents which destroyed its parent two rods off. She makes a man; and having brought him to ripe age, she will no longer run the risk of losing this wonder at a blow, but she detaches from him a new self, that the kind may be safe from accidents to which the individual is exposed. So when the soul of the poet has come to ripeness of thought, she detaches and sends away from it its poems or songs,— a fearless, sleepless, deathless progeny, which is not exposed to the accidents of the weary kingdom of time: a fearless, vivacious offspring, clad with wings (such was the virtue of the soul out of which they came), which carry them fast and far, and inSx them irrecoverably into the hearts of men. These wings are the beauty of the poet’s soul. The songs, thus

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^ying immortal from their mortal parent, are pursued by clamorous ^ights of censures, which swarm in far greater numbers, and threaten to devour them; but these last are not winged. At the end of a very short leap they fall plump down, and rot, having received from the souls out of which they came no beautiful wings. But the melodies of the poet ascend, and leap, and pierce into the deeps of inSnite time.

So far the bard taught me, using his freer speech. But nature has a higher end, in the production of new individuals, than security, namely, ascension, or, the passage of the soul into higher forms. I knew, in my younger days, the sculptor who made the statue of the youth which stands in the public gar- den. He was, as I remember, unable to tell directly, what made him happy, or unhappy, but by wonderful indirections he could tell. He rose one day, according to his habit, before the dawn, and saw the morning break, grand as the eternity out of which it came, and, for many days after, he strove to express this tranquillity, and, lo! his chisel had fashioned out of marble the form of a beautiful youth, Phosphorus,9 whose aspect is such, that, it is said, all persons who look on it become silent. The poet also resigns himself to his mood, and that thought which agitated him is expressed, but alter idem,1 in a manner totally new. The expression is organic, or, the new type which things themselves take when liberated. As, in the sun, objects paint their images on the ret i na of the eye, so they, sharing the aspiration of the whole universe, tend to paint a far more delicate copy of their essence in his mind. Like the metamorphosis of things into higher organic forms, is their change into melodies. Over everything stands its dæmon, or soul, and, as the form of the thing is re^ected by the eye, so the soul of the thing is re^ected by a melody. The sea, the mountain- ridge, Niagara, and every ^ower- bed, pre- exist, or super- exist, in pre- cantations,2 which sail like odors in the air, and when any man goes by with an ear sufSciently Sne, he overhears them, and endeavors to write down the notes, without diluting or depraving them. And herein is the legitimation of criticism, in the mind’s faith, that the poems are a corrupt version of some text in nature, with which they ought to be made to tally. A rhyme in one of our sonnets should not be less pleasing than the iterated nodes of a seashell, or the resembling difference of a group of ^owers. The pairing of the birds is an idyl, not tedious as our idyls are; a tempest is a rough ode, without falsehood or rant: a summer, with its harvest sown, reaped, and stored, is an epic song, subordinating how many admirably executed parts. Why should not the symmetry and truth that modulate these, glide into our spirits, and we participate the invention of nature?

This insight, which expresses itself by what is called Imagination, is a very high sort of seeing, which does not come by study, but by the intellect being where and what it sees, by sharing the path, or circuit of things through forms, and so making them translucid to others. The path of things is silent. Will they suffer a speaker to go with them? A spy they will not suffer; a lover, a poet, is the transcendency of their own nature,— him they will suffer. The condition of true naming, on the poet’s part, is his resigning himself to the divine aura3 which breathes through forms, and accompanying that.

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9. Greek god associated with the morning star. 1. The same yet different (Latin).

2. Prophetic incantations or spells. 3. I.e., all- pervading spirit.

4. A beverage made from fermented honey, malt, yeast, and water.

5. In Milton’s “Sixth Latin Elegy” (1629).

It is a secret which every intellectual man quickly learns, that, beyond the energy of his possessed and conscious intellect, he is capable of a new energy (as of an intellect doubled on itself), by abandonment to the nature of things; that, beside his privacy of power as an individual man, there is a great public power, on which he can draw, by unlocking, at all risks, his human doors, and suffering the ethereal tides to roll and circulate through him: then he is caught up into the life of the Universe, his speech is thunder, his thought is law, and his words are universally intelligible as the plants and animals. The poet knows that he speaks adequately, then, only when he speaks somewhat wildly, or, “with the ^ower of the mind;” not with the intel- lect, used as an organ, but with the intellect released from all ser vice, and suffered to take its direction from its celestial life; or, as the ancients were wont to express themselves, not with intellect alone, but with the intellect inebriated by nectar. As the traveller who has lost his way, throws his reins on his horse’s neck, and trusts to the instinct of the animal to Snd his road, so must we do with the divine animal who carries us through this world. For if in any manner we can stimulate this instinct, new passages are opened for us into nature, the mind ^ows into and through things hardest and highest, and the metamorphosis is possible.

This is the reason why bards love wine, mead,4 narcotics, coffee, tea, opium, the fumes of sandal- wood and tobacco, or what ever other species of animal exhilaration. All men avail themselves of such means as they can, to add this extraordinary power to their normal powers; and to this end they prize conversation, music, pictures, sculpture, dancing, theatres, travelling, war, mobs, Sres, gaming, politics, or love, or science, or animal intoxication, which are several coarser or Sner quasi- mechanical substitutes for the true nectar, which is the ravishment of the intellect by coming nearer to the fact. These are auxiliaries to the centrifugal tendency of a man, to his passage out into free space, and they help him to escape the custody of that body in which he is pent up, and of that jail- yard of individual relations in which he is enclosed. Hence a great number of such as were professionally expressors of Beauty, as paint ers, poets, musicians, and actors, have been more than others wont to lead a life of plea sure and indulgence; all but the few who received the true nectar; and, as it was a spurious mode of attaining freedom, as it was an emancipation not into the heavens, but into the freedom of baser places, they were punished for that advantage they won, by a dissipation and deterioration. But never can any advantage be taken of nature by a trick. The spirit of the world, the great calm presence of the creator, comes not forth to the sorceries of opium or of wine. The sublime vision comes to the pure and simple soul in a clean and chaste body. That is not an inspiration which we owe to narcotics, but some counterfeit excitement and fury. Milton says, that the lyric poet may drink wine and live generously, but the epic poet, he who shall sing of the gods, and their descent unto men, must drink water out of a wooden bowl.5 For poetry is not ‘Dev il’s wine,’ but God’s wine. It is with this as it is with toys. We Sll the hands and nurseries of our children with all manner of dolls, drums, and horses, withdrawing their eyes from the plain

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face and sufScing objects of nature, the sun, and moon, the animals, the water, and stones, which should be their toys. So the poet’s habit of living should be set on a key so low and plain, that the common in^uences should delight him. His cheerfulness should be the gift of the sunlight; the air should sufSce for his inspiration, and he should be tipsy with water. That spirit which sufSces quiet hearts, which seems to come forth to such from every dry knoll of sere grass, from every pine- stump, and half- imbedded stone, on which the dull March sun shines, comes forth to the poor and hungry, and such as are of simple taste. If thou Sll thy brain with Boston and New York, with fashion and covetousness, and wilt stimulate thy jaded senses with wine and French coffee, thou shalt Snd no radiance of wisdom in the lonely waste of the pinewoods.

If the imagination intoxicates the poet, it is not inactive in other men. The metamorphosis excites in the beholder an emotion of joy. The use of symbols has a certain power of emancipation and exhilaration for all men. We seem to be touched by a wand, which makes us dance and run about happily, like children. We are like persons who come out of a cave or cellar into the open air. This is the effect on us of tropes,6 fables, oracles, and all poetic forms. Poets are thus liberating gods. Men have really got a new sense, and found within their world, another world, or nest of worlds; for, the meta- morphosis once seen, we divine that it does not stop. I will not now consider how much this makes the charm of algebra and the mathematics, which also have their tropes, but it is felt in every deSnition; as, when Aristotle deSnes space to be an immovable vessel, in which things are contained;— or, when Plato deSnes a line to be a ̂ owing point; or, "gure to be a bound of solid; and many the like. What a joyful sense of freedom we have, when Vitruvius announces the old opinion of artists, that no architect can build any house well, who does not know something of anatomy. When Socrates, in Charmi- des, tells us that the soul is cured of its maladies by certain incantations, and that these incantations are beautiful reasons, from which temperance is generated in souls; when Plato calls the world an animal; and Timæus afSrms that the plants also are animals; or afSrms a man to be a heavenly tree, growing with his root, which is his head, upward; and, as George Chapman, following him, writes,—

“So in our tree of man, whose nervie root Springs in his top;”

when Orpheus speaks of hoariness as “that white ̂ ower which marks extreme old age;” when Proclus calls the universe the statue of the intellect; when Chaucer, in his praise of ‘Gentilesse,’ compares good blood in mean condi- tion to Sre, which, though carried to the darkest house betwixt this and the mount of Caucasus, will yet hold its natural ofSce, and burn as bright as if twenty thousand men did it behold; when John saw, in the apocalypse, the ruin of the world through evil, and the stars fall from heaven, as the Sgtree casteth her untimely fruit; when Æsop reports the whole cata logue of com- mon daily relations through the masquerade of birds and beasts;— we take the cheerful hint of the immortality of our essence, and its versatile habit

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6. Figures of speech.

7. Vitruvius Pollio (50?– 26 b.c.e.), Roman writer on architecture. Charmides and Timaeus are two of Plato’s Dialogues. The Chapman quotation is from his dedication to his translation of Homer. Chaucer’s praise of “gentilesse” is in “The Wife of Bath’s Tale.” John’s vision is in Revelation 6.13. The Greek Aesop in the 6th century b.c.e. wrote beast fables that commented on human foibles. The saying attributed to gypsies comes from the En glish travel writer George Borrow’s The Zincali (1841). 8. Lorenz Oken (1779– 1851), German naturalist.

Pythagoras (6th century b.c.e.), Greek mathema- tician and mystic phi los o pher. Paracelsus (1493– 1541), German alchemist. Agrippa (1486– 1535), German physician. Girolamo Cardano (1501– 1576), Italian mathematician. Johannes Kepler (1571– 1630), German astronomer. Swedenborg, see n. 2, p. 254. Friedrich Wilhelm Joseph von Schelling (1775– 1854), German phi los o pher. 9. Hypnotism. 1. Means of expounding his beliefs. 2. Throwings forth.

and escapes, as when the gypsies say, “it is in vain to hang them, they can- not die.”7

The poets are thus liberating gods. The ancient British bards had for the title of their order, “Those who are free throughout the world.” They are free, and they make free. An imaginative book renders us much more ser- vice at Srst, by stimulating us through its tropes, than afterward, when we arrive at the precise sense of the author. I think nothing is of any value in books, excepting the transcendental and extraordinary. If a man is in^amed and carried away by his thought, to that degree that he forgets the authors and the public, and heeds only this one dream, which holds him like an insanity, let me read his paper, and you may have all the arguments and his- tories and criticism. All the value which attaches to Pythagoras, Paracelsus, Cornelius Agrippa, Cardan, Kepler, Swedenborg, Schelling, Oken,8 or any other who introduces questionable facts into his cosmogony, as angels, dev ils, magic, astrology, palmistry, mesmerism,9 and so on, is the certiScate we have of departure from routine, and that here is a new witness. That also is the best success in conversation, the magic of liberty, which puts the world, like a ball, in our hands. How cheap even the liberty then seems; how mean to study, when an emotion communicates to the intellect the power to sap and upheave nature; how great the perspective! nations, times, systems, enter and disappear, like threads in tapestry of large Sgure and many colors; dream delivers us to dream, and, while the drunkenness lasts, we will sell our bed, our philosophy, our religion, in our opulence.

There is good reason why we should prize this liberation. The fate of the poor shepherd, who, blinded and lost in the snowstorm, perishes in a drift within a few feet of his cottage door, is an emblem of the state of man. On the brink of the waters of life and truth, we are miserably dying. The inacces- sibleness of every thought but that we are in, is wonderful. What if you come near to it,— you are as remote, when you are nearest, as when you are far- thest. Every thought is also a prison; every heaven is also a prison. Therefore we love the poet, the inventor, who in any form, whether in an ode, or in an action, or in looks and behavior, has yielded us a new thought. He unlocks our chains, and admits us to a new scene.

This emancipation is dear to all men, and the power to impart it, as it must come from greater depth and scope of thought, is a mea sure of intel- lect. Therefore all books of the imagination endure, all which ascend to that truth, that the writer sees nature beneath him, and uses it as his exponent.1 Every verse or sentence, possessing this virtue, will take care of its own immortality. The religions of the world are the ejaculations2 of a few imagi- native men.

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But the quality of the imagination is to ^ow, and not to freeze. The poet did not stop at the color, or the form, but read their meaning; neither may he rest in this meaning, but he makes the same objects exponents of his new thought. Here is the difference betwixt the poet and the mystic, that the last nails a symbol to one sense, which was a true sense for a moment, but soon becomes old and false. For all symbols are ^uxional; all language is vehicular and transitive, and is good, as ferries and horses are, for con- veyance, not as farms and houses are, for homestead. Mysticism consists in the mistake of an accidental and individual symbol for an universal one. The morning- redness happens to be the favorite meteor to the eyes of Jacob Behmen,3 and comes to stand to him for truth and faith; and he believes should stand for the same realities to every reader. But the Srst reader pre- fers as naturally the symbol of a mother and child, or a gardener and his bulb, or a jeweller polishing a gem. Either of these, or of a myriad more, are equally good to the person to whom they are signiScant. Only they must be held lightly, and be very willingly translated into the equivalent terms which others use. And the mystic must be steadily told,— All that you say is just as true without the tedious use of that symbol as with it. Let us have a little algebra, instead of this trite rhetoric,— universal signs, instead of these vil- lage symbols,— and we shall both be gainers. The history of hierarchies seems to show, that all religious error consisted in making the symbol too stark and solid, and, at last, nothing but an excess of the organ of language.

Swedenborg, of all men in the recent ages, stands eminently for the trans- lator of nature into thought. I do not know the man in history to whom things stood so uniformly for words. Before him the metamorphosis contin- ually plays. Everything on which his eye rests, obeys the impulses of moral nature. The Sgs become grapes whilst he eats them. When some of his angels afSrmed a truth, the laurel twig which they held blossomed in their hands. The noise which, at a distance, appeared like gnashing and thump- ing, on coming nearer was found to be the voice of disputants. The men, in one of his visions, seen in heavenly light, appeared like dragons, and seemed in darkness: but, to each other, they appeared as men, and, when the light from heaven shone into their cabin, they complained of the darkness, and were compelled to shut the window that they might see.

There was this perception in him, which makes the poet or seer, an object of awe and terror, namely, that the same man, or society of men, may wear one aspect to themselves and their companions, and a different aspect to higher intelligences. Certain priests, whom he describes as conversing very learnedly together, appeared to the children, who were at some distance, like dead horses: and many the like misappearances. And instantly the mind inquires, whether these Sshes under the bridge, yonder oxen in the pasture, those dogs in the yard, are immutably Sshes, oxen, and dogs, or only so appear to me, and perchance to themselves appear upright men; and whether I appear as a man to all eyes. The Brahmins4 and Pythagoras propounded the same question, and if any poet has witnessed the transformation, he doubtless found it in harmony with various experiences. We have all seen changes as considerable in wheat and caterpillars. He is the poet, and shall

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3. German mystic (1575– 1624). 4. The highest social caste in Hindu culture, from which all priests are drawn.

5. The home of the Delphic oracle, or prophetess, in Greece. Troy is the site of the Trojan War in Asia Minor. 6. The common correction for the 1st edition’s “boats.” “Logrolling” seems to be used in the meta phorical sense of exchanging po liti cal favors.

“Stumps” refers to the practice po liti cal orators had of addressing audiences from any makeshift platform, even a tree stump. 7. A pop u lar collection of poetry compiled by Alexander Chalmers (1759– 1834), Scottish jour- nalist and biographer.

draw us with love and terror, who sees, through the ^owing vest, the Srm nature, and can declare it.

I look in vain for the poet whom I describe. We do not, with sufScient plainness, or sufScient profoundness, address ourselves to life, nor dare we chaunt our own times and social circumstance. If we Slled the day with bravery, we should not shrink from celebrating it. Time and nature yield us many gifts, but not yet the timely man, the new religion, the reconciler, whom all things await. Dante’s praise is, that he dared to write his autobi- ography in colossal cipher, or into universality. We have yet had no genius in America, with tyrannous eye, which knew the value of our incomparable materials, and saw, in the barbarism and materialism of the times, another carnival of the same gods whose picture he so much admires in Homer; then in the middle age; then in Calvinism. Banks and tariffs, the newspaper and caucus, methodism and unitarianism, are ^at and dull to dull people, but rest on the same foundations of wonder as the town of Troy, and the temple of Delphos,5 and are as swiftly passing away. Our logrolling, our stumps and their politics, our Ssheries, our Negroes, and Indians, our boasts,6 and our repudiations, the wrath of rogues, and the pusillanimity of honest men, the northern trade, the southern planting, the western clearing, Oregon, and Texas, are yet unsung. Yet America is a poem in our eyes; its ample geography dazzles the imagination, and it will not wait long for metres. If I have not found that excellent combination of gifts in my countrymen which I seek, neither could I aid myself to Sx the idea of the poet by reading now and then in Chalmers’s collection of Sve centuries of En glish poets.7 These are wits, more than poets, though there have been poets among them. But when we adhere to the ideal of the poet, we have our difSculties even with Milton and Homer. Milton is too literary, and Homer too literal and historical.

But I am not wise enough for a national criticism, and must use the old largeness a little longer, to discharge my errand from the muse to the poet concerning his art.

Art is the path of the creator to his work. The paths, or methods, are ideal and eternal, though few men ever see them, not the artist himself for years, or for a lifetime, unless he comes into the conditions. The paint er, the sculp- tor, the composer, the epic rhapsodist, the orator, all partake one desire, namely, to express themselves symmetrically and abundantly, not dwarSshly and fragmentarily. They found or put themselves in certain conditions, as, the paint er and sculptor before some impressive human Sgures; the orator, into the assembly of the people; and the others, in such scenes as each has found exciting to his intellect; and each presently feels the new desire. He hears a voice, he sees a beckoning. Then he is apprised, with wonder, what herds of dæmons hem him in. He can no more rest; he says, with the old paint er, “By God, it is in me, and must go forth of me.” He pursues a beauty, half seen, which ^ies before him. The poet pours out verses in every solitude. Most of the things he says are conventional, no doubt; but by and by he says

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something which is original and beautiful. That charms him. He would say nothing else but such things. In our way of talking, we say, “That is yours, this is mine;” but the poet knows well that it is not his; that it is as strange and beautiful to him as to you; he would fain hear the like eloquence at length. Once having tasted this immortal ichor,8 he cannot have enough of it, and, as an admirable creative power exists in these intellections, it is of the last importance that these things get spoken. What a little of all we know is said! What drops of all the sea of our science are bailed up! and by what acci- dent it is that these are exposed, when so many secrets sleep in nature! Hence the necessity of speech and song; hence these throbs and heart- beatings in the orator, at the door of the assembly, to the end, namely, that thought may be ejaculated as Logos, or Word.

Doubt not, O Poet, but persist. Say, “It is in me, and shall out.” Stand there, baulked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until, at last, rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and pri- vacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity. Nothing walks, or creeps, or grows, or exists, which must not in turn arise and walk before him as exponent of his meaning. Comes he to that power, his genius is no longer exhaustible. All the creatures, by pairs and by tribes, pour into his mind as into a Noah’s ark, to come forth again to people a new world. This is like the stock of air for our respiration, or for the com- bustion of our Sreplace, not a mea sure of gallons, but the entire atmosphere if wanted. And therefore the rich poets, as Homer, Chaucer, Shakspeare, and Raphael,9 have obviously no limits to their works, except the limits of their lifetime, and resemble a mirror carried through the street, ready to render an image of every created thing.

O poet! a new nobility is conferred in groves and pastures, and not in castles, or by the sword- blade, any longer. The conditions are hard, but equal. Thou shalt leave the world, and know the muse only. Thou shalt not know any longer the times, customs, graces, politics, or opinions of men, but shalt take all from the muse. For the time of towns is tolled from the world by funereal chimes, but in nature the universal hours are counted by succeed- ing tribes of animals and plants, and by growth of joy on joy. God wills also that thou abdicate a manifold and duplex life, and that thou be content that others speak for thee. Others shall be thy gentlemen, and shall represent all courtesy and worldly life for thee; others shall do the great and resounding actions also. Thou shalt lie close hid with nature, and canst not be afforded to the Capitol or the Exchange.1 The world is full of renunciations and apprenticeships, and this is thine: thou must pass for a fool and a churl for a long season. This is the screen and sheath in which Pan2 has protected his well- beloved ^ower, and thou shalt be known only to thine own, and they shall console thee with tenderest love. And thou shalt not be able to rehearse the names of thy friends in thy verse, for an old shame before the holy ideal. And this is the reward: that the ideal shall be real to thee; and the

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8. In Greek myth, blood of the gods, but Emer- son may mean nectar, the drink of the gods. 9. Raphael Sanzio (1483– 1520), renowned paint er of the Italian Re nais sance.

1. Stock exchange. 2. In Greek myth, the god of woods and Selds, represented with goat’s legs, horns, and ears.

1. First published in Essays, Second Series (1844), “Experience” emerged in 1843 and 1844 during Emerson’s broodings following the death of his young son Waldo in January 1842. The epigraph

is by Emerson. 2. Governing or guardian spirit. 3. Water from the river of forgetfulness in the underworld of Greek myth.

impressions of the actual world shall fall like summer rain, copious, but not troublesome, to thy invulnerable essence. Thou shalt have the whole land for thy park and manor, the sea for thy bath and navigation, without tax and without envy; the woods and the rivers thou shalt own; and thou shalt pos- sess that wherein others are only tenants and boarders. Thou true land- lord! sea- lord! air- lord! Wherever snow falls, or water ^ows, or birds ^y, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wher- ever are outlets into celestial space, wherever is danger, and awe, and love, there is Beauty, plenteous as rain, shed for thee, and though thou shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not be able to Snd a condition inopportune or ignoble.

1844

Experience1

The lords of life, the lords of life,— I saw them pass, In their own guise, Like and unlike, Portly and grim, Use and Surprise, Surface and Dream, Succession swift, and spectral Wrong, Temperament without a tongue, And the inventor of the game Omnipresent without name;— Some to see, some to be guessed, They marched from east to west: Little man, least of all, Among the legs of his guardians tall, Walked about with puzzled look:— Him by the hand dear nature took; Dearest nature, strong and kind, Whispered, ‘Darling, never mind! Tomorrow they will wear another face, The found er thou! these are thy race!’

Where do we Snd ourselves? In a series of which we do not know the extremes, and believe that it has none. We wake and Snd ourselves on a stair; there are stairs below us, which we seem to have ascended; there are stairs above us, many a one, which go upward and out of sight. But the Genius2 which, according to the old belief, stands at the door by which we enter, and gives us the lethe3 to drink, that we may tell no tales, mixed the cup too strongly, and we cannot shake off the lethargy now at noonday. Sleep lin- gers all our lifetime about our eyes; as night hovers all day in the boughs of the Sr- tree. All things swim and glimmer. Our life is not so much threatened

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as our perception. Ghostlike we glide through nature, and should not know our place again. Did our birth fall in some St of indigence and frugality in nature, that she was so sparing of her Sre and so liberal of her earth, that it appears to us that we lack the afSrmative principle, and though we have health and reason, yet we have no super^uity of spirit for new creation? We have enough to live and bring the year about, but not an ounce to impart or to invest. Ah that our Genius were a little more of a genius! We are like mill- ers on the lower levels of a stream, when the factories above them have exhausted the water. We too fancy that the upper people must have raised their dams.

If any of us knew what we were doing, or where we are going, then when we think we best know! We do not know today whether we are busy or idle. In times when we thought ourselves indolent, we have afterwards discovered, that much was accomplished, and much was begun in us. All our days are so unproStable while they pass, that ’tis wonderful where or when we ever got anything of this which we call wisdom, poetry, virtue. We never got it on any dated calendar day. Some heavenly days must have been intercalated some- where, like those that Hermes won with dice of the Moon, that Osiris4 might be born. It is said, all martyrdoms looked mean when they were suffered. Every ship is a romantic object, except that we sail in. Embark, and the romance quits our vessel, and hangs on every other sail in the horizon. Our life looks trivial, and we shun to record it. Men seem to have learned of the horizon the art of perpetual retreating and reference. ‘Yonder uplands are rich pasturage, and my neighbor has fertile meadow, but my Seld,’ says the querulous farmer, ‘only holds the world together.’ I quote another man’s saying; unluckily, that other withdraws himself in the same way, and quotes me. ’Tis the trick of nature thus to degrade today; a good deal of buzz, and somewhere a result slipped magically in. Every roof is agreeable to the eye, until it is lifted; then we Snd tragedy and moaning women, and hard- eyed husbands, and deluges of lethe, and the men ask, ‘What’s the news?’ as if the old were so bad. How many individuals can we count in society? how many actions? how many opinions? So much of our time is preparation, so much is routine, and so much retrospect, that the pith of each man’s genius con- tracts itself to a very few hours. The history of literature— take the net result of Tiraboschi, Warton, or Schlegel,5— is a sum of very few ideas, and of very few original tales,— all the rest being variation of these. So in this great soci- ety wide lying around us, a critical analysis would Snd very few spontaneous actions. It is almost all custom and gross sense. There are even few opinions, and these seem organic in the speakers, and do not disturb the universal necessity.

What opium is instilled into all disaster! It shows formidable as we approach it, but there is at last no rough rasping friction, but the most slip- pery sliding surfaces. We fall soft on a thought. Ate Dea6 is gentle,

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4. Chief Egyptian god. The following story is told in Plutarch’s Morals: the sun god forbade his wife, Rhea, to give birth on any day of the year, but Hermes won Sve new days from the moon, dur- ing which Osiris could be born. “Intercalated”: inserted. 5. Either Friedrich von Schlegel (1772– 1829) or

his brother August Wilhelm von Schlegel (1767– 1845), historians of Eu ro pe an literature. Girolamo Tiraboschi (1731– 1794), historian of Italian litera- ture. Thomas Warton (1728– 1790), historian of British literature. 6. The goddess of mischief or fatal recklessness.

7. The Iliad, book 19. 8. Ruggiero Giuseppe Boscovich (1711– 1787), Italian physicist who advanced a molecular the-

ory of matter. 9. Not long lasting. 1. Rubber overcoats.

“Over men’s heads walking aloft, With tender feet treading so soft.”7

People grieve and bemoan themselves, but it is not half so bad with them as they say. There are moods in which we court suffering, in the hope that here, at least, we shall Snd reality, sharp peaks and edges of truth. But it turns out to be scene- painting and counterfeit. The only thing grief has taught me, is to know how shallow it is. That, like all the rest, plays about the surface, and never introduces me into the reality, for contact with which, we would even pay the costly price of sons and lovers. Was it Boscovich8 who found out that bodies never come in contact? Well, souls never touch their objects. An innavigable sea washes with silent waves between us and the things we aim at and converse with. Grief too will make us idealists. In the death of my son, now more than two years ago, I seem to have lost a beautiful estate,— no more. I cannot get it nearer to me. If tomorrow I should be informed of the bankruptcy of my principal debtors, the loss of my property would be a great incon ve nience to me, perhaps, for many years; but it would leave me as it found me,— neither better nor worse. So is it with this calamity: it does not touch me: some thing which I fancied was a part of me, which could not be torn away without tearing me, nor enlarged without enriching me, falls off from me, and leaves no scar. It was caducous.9 I grieve that grief can teach me nothing, nor carry me one step into real nature. The Indian who was laid under a curse, that the wind should not blow on him, nor water ^ow to him, nor Sre burn him, is a type of us all. The dearest events are summer- rain, and we the Para coats1 that shed every drop. Nothing is left us now but death. We look to that with a grim satisfaction, saying, there at least is reality that will not dodge us.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our Sngers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition. Nature does not like to be observed, and likes that we should be her fools and playmates. We may have the sphere for our cricket- ball, but not a berry for our philosophy. Direct strokes she never gave us power to make; all our blows glance, all our hits are acci- dents. Our relations to each other are oblique and casual.

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many- colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus. From the mountain you see the mountain. We animate what we can, and we see only what we animate. Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the Sne poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism. The more or less depends on structure or temperament. Tempera- ment is the iron wire on which the beads are strung. Of what use is fortune or talent to a cold and defective nature? Who cares what sensibility or dis- crimination a man has at some time shown, if he falls asleep in his chair? or

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if he laugh and giggle? or if he apologize? or is affected with egotism? or thinks of his dollar? or cannot go by food? or has gotten a child in his boy- hood? Of what use is genius, if the organ is too convex or too concave, and cannot Snd a focal distance within the actual horizon of human life? Of what use, if the brain is too cold or too hot, and the man does not care enough for results, to stimulate him to experiment, and hold him up in it? or if the web is too Snely woven, too irritable by plea sure and pain, so that life stagnates from too much reception, without due outlet? Of what use to make heroic vows of amendment, if the same old law- breaker is to keep them? What cheer can the religious sentiment yield, when that is suspected to be secretly dependent on the seasons of the year, and the state of the blood? I knew a witty physician who found theology in the biliary duct, and used to afSrm that if there was disease in the liver, the man became a Calvinist, and if that organ was sound, he became a Unitarian. Very mortifying is the reluctant experience that some unfriendly excess or imbecility neutralizes the promise of genius. We see young men who owe us a new world, so readily and lavishly they promise, but they never acquit the debt; they die young and dodge the account: or if they live, they lose themselves in the crowd.

Temperament also enters fully into the system of illusions, and shuts us in a prison of glass which we cannot see. There is an optical illusion about every person we meet. In truth, they are all creatures of given temperament, which will appear in a given character, whose boundaries they will never pass: but we look at them, they seem alive, and we presume there is impulse in them. In the moment it seems impulse; in the year, in the lifetime, it turns out to be a certain uniform tune which the revolving barrel of the music- box must play. Men resist the conclusion in the morning, but adopt it as the eve- ning wears on, that temper prevails over everything of time, place, and condi- tion, and is inconsumable in the ^ames of religion. Some modiScations the moral sentiment avails to impose, but the individual texture holds its domin- ion, if not to bias the moral judgments, yet to Sx the mea sure of activity and of enjoyment.

I thus express the law as it is read from the platform of ordinary life, but must not leave it without noticing the capital exception. For temperament is a power which no man willingly hears any one praise but himself. On the platform of physics, we cannot resist the contracting in^uences of so- called science. Temperament puts all divinity to rout. I know the mental proclivity of physicians. I hear the chuckle of the phrenologists.2 Theoretic kidnap- pers and slave- drivers, they esteem each man the victim of another, who winds him round his Snger by knowing the law of his being, and by such cheap signboards as the color of his beard, or the slope of his occiput, reads the inventory of his fortunes and character. The grossest ignorance does not disgust like this impudent knowingness. The physicians say, they are not materialists; but they are:— Spirit is matter reduced to an extreme thinness: O so thin!— But the deSnition of spiritual should be, that which is its own evidence. What notions do they attach to love! what to religion! One would not willingly pronounce these words in their hearing, and give them the occasion to profane them. I saw a gracious gentleman who adapts his

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2. A method of deducing traits of character by analyzing the shape of the head.

3. It moves, all the same (Italian). According to  legend, Galileo (1564– 1642) muttered these words under his breath after publicly renouncing his theory that the earth moved around the sun, which he had been forced to do in 1633 to avoid condemnation as a heretic. 4. Elizabeth (“Bettine”) von Arnim (1785– 1859), whose letters to Goethe, which she never actu- ally sent him, were published in 1835. Michel de Montaigne (1533– 1592), French essayist. Plutarch

(46?– 120?), Greek biographer of famous Greeks and Romans. Plotinus (205?– 270?), Egyptian- born Roman Neoplatonist phi los o pher. (Neopla- tonism is a mystic religious system, combining features of Platonic and other Greek philosophies with features of Judaism and Christianity.) Sir Francis Bacon (1561– 1626), En glish essayist, phi- los o pher, and statesman. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749– 1832), German poet and dramatist.

conversation to the form of the head of the man he talks with! I had fancied that the value of life lay in its inscrutable possibilities; in the fact that I never know, in addressing myself to a new individual, what may befall me. I carry the keys of my castle in my hand, ready to throw them at the feet of my lord, whenever and in what disguise soever he shall appear. I know he is in the neighborhood hidden among vagabonds. Shall I preclude my future, by tak- ing a high seat, and kindly adapting my conversation to the shape of heads? When I come to that, the doctors shall buy me for a cent.——‘But, sir, med- ical history; the report to the Institute; the proven facts!’— I distrust the facts and the inferences. Temperament is the veto or limitation- power in the constitution, very justly applied to restrain an opposite excess in the consti- tution, but absurdly offered as a bar to original equity. When virtue is in pres- ence, all subordinate powers sleep. On its own level, or in view of nature, temperament is Snal. I see not, if one be once caught in this trap of so- called sciences, any escape for the man from the links of the chain of physical necessity. Given such an embryo, such a history must follow. On this plat- form, one lives in a sty of sensualism, and would soon come to suicide. But it is impossible that the creative power should exclude itself. Into every intelli- gence there is a door which is never closed, through which the creator passes. The intellect, seeker of absolute truth, or the heart, lover of absolute good, intervenes for our succor, and at one whisper of these high powers, we awake from ineffectual struggles with this nightmare. We hurl it into its own hell, and cannot again contract ourselves to so base a state.

The secret of the illusoriness is in the necessity of a succession of moods or objects. Gladly we would anchor, but the anchorage is quicksand. This onward trick of nature is too strong for us: Pero si muove.3 When, at night, I look at the moon and stars, I seem stationary, and they to hurry. Our love of the real draws us to permanence, but health of body consists in circulation, and sanity of mind in variety or facility of association. We need change of objects. Dedication to one thought is quickly odious. We house with the insane, and must humor them; then conversation dies out. Once I took such delight in Montaigne, that I thought I should not need any other book; before that, in Shakspeare; then in Plutarch; then in Plotinus; at one time in Bacon; afterwards in Goethe; even in Bettine;4 but now I turn the pages of either of them languidly, whilst I still cherish their genius. So with pictures; each will bear an emphasis of attention once, which it cannot retain, though we fain would continue to be pleased in that manner. How strongly I have felt of pictures, that when you have seen one well, you must take your leave of it; you shall never see it again. I have had good lessons from pictures, which I have since seen without emotion or remark. A deduction must be made

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from the opinion, which even the wise express of a new book or occurrence. Their opinion gives me tidings of their mood, and some vague guess at the new fact, but is nowise to be trusted as the lasting relation between that intellect and that thing. The child asks, ‘Mamma, why don’t I like the story as well as when you told it me yesterday?’ Alas, child, it is even so with the oldest cherubim of knowledge. But will it answer thy question to say, Because thou wert born to a whole, and this story is a par tic u lar? The reason of the pain this discovery causes us (and we make it late in respect to works of art and intellect), is the plaint of tragedy which murmurs from it in regard to persons, to friendship and love.

That immobility and absence of elasticity which we Snd in the arts, we Snd with more pain in the artist. There is no power of expansion in men. Our friends early appear to us as representatives of certain ideas, which they never pass or exceed. They stand on the brink of the ocean of thought and power, but they never take the single step that would bring them there. A man is like a bit of Labrador spar,5 which has no lustre as you turn it in your hand, until you come to a par tic u lar angle; then it shows deep and beautiful colors. There is no adaptation or universal applicability in men, but each has his special talent, and the mastery of successful men consists in adroitly keeping themselves where and when that turn shall be oftenest to be prac- tised. We do what we must, and call it by the best names we can, and would fain have the praise of having intended the result which ensues. I cannot recall any form of man who is not super^uous sometimes. But is not this pitiful? Life is not worth the taking, to do tricks in.

Of course, it needs the whole society, to give the symmetry we seek. The parti- colored wheel must revolve very fast to appear white. Something is learned too by conversing with so much folly and defect. In Sne, whoever loses, we are always of the gaining party. Divinity is behind our failures and follies also. The plays of children are nonsense, but very educative nonsense. So it is with the largest and solemnest things, with commerce, government, church, marriage, and so with the history of every man’s bread, and the ways by which he is to come by it. Like a bird which alights nowhere, but hops perpetually from bough to bough, is the Power which abides in no man and in no woman, but for a moment speaks from this one, and for another moment from that one.

But what help from these Sneries or pedantries? What help from thought? Life is not dialectics. We, I think, in these times, have had lessons enough of the futility of criticism. Our young people have thought and written much on labor and reform, and for all that they have written, neither the world nor themselves have got on a step. Intellectual tasting of life will not supersede muscular activity. If a man should consider the nicety of the passage of a piece of bread down his throat, he would starve. At Education- Farm,6 the noblest theory of life sat on the noblest Sgures of young men and maidens, quite powerless and melancholy. It would not rake or pitch a ton of hay; it would not rub down a horse; and the men and maidens it left pale and hungry.

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5. Labradorite, crystalline rock. 6. Brook Farm, the utopian community in West Roxbury, Massachusetts, founded by George Rip-

ley (1802– 1880) in 1841 and disbanded in 1847. Emerson declined an invitation to participate.

7. From the Persian Desatir, ancient scriptures credited to Zoroaster (6th century b.c.e.), found er of the Parsee religion.

A po liti cal orator wittily compared our party promises to western roads, which opened stately enough, with planted trees on either side, to tempt the traveller, but soon became narrow and narrower, and ended in a squirrel- track, and ran up a tree. So does culture with us; it ends in head- ache. Unspeakably sad and barren does life look to those, who a few months ago were dazzled with the splendor of the promise of the times. “There is now no longer any right course of action, nor any self- devotion left among the Iranis.”7 Objections and criticism we have had our Sll of. There are objec- tions to every course of life and action, and the practical wisdom infers an indifferency, from the omnipresence of objection. The whole frame of things preaches indifferency. Do not craze yourself with thinking, but go about your business anywhere. Life is not intellectual or critical, but sturdy. Its chief good is for well- mixed people who can enjoy what they Snd, without question. Nature hates peeping and our mothers speak her very sense when they say, “Children, eat your victuals, and say no more of it.” To Sll the hour,— that is happiness; to Sll the hour, and leave no crevice for a repentance or an approval. We live amid surfaces, and the true art of life is to skate well on them. Under the oldest mouldiest conventions, a man of native force prospers just as well as in the newest world, and that by skill of handling and treat- ment. He can take hold anywhere. Life itself is a mixture of power and form, and will not bear the least excess of either. To Snish the moment, to Snd the journey’s end in every step of the road, to live the greatest number of good hours, is wisdom. It is not the part of men, but of fanatics, or of mathemati- cians, if you will, to say, that, the shortness of life considered, it is not worth caring whether for so short a duration we were sprawling in want, or sitting high. Since our ofSce is with moments, let us husband them. Five minutes of today are worth as much to me, as Sve minutes in the next millennium. Let us be poised, and wise, and our own, today. Let us treat the men and women well: treat them as if they were real: perhaps they are. Men live in their fancy, like drunkards whose hands are too soft and tremulous for successful labor. It is a tempest of fancies, and the only ballast I know, is a respect to the pres- ent hour. Without any shadow of doubt amidst this vertigo of shows and politics, I settle myself ever the Srmer in the creed, that we should not post- pone and refer and wish, but do broad justice where we are, by whomsoever we deal with, accepting our actual companions and circumstances, however humble or odious, as the mystic ofScials to whom the universe has delegated its whole plea sure for us. If these are mean and malignant, their content- ment, which is the last victory of justice, is a more satisfying echo to the heart, than the voice of poets and the casual sympathy of admirable persons. I think that however a thoughtful man may suffer from the defects and absurdities of his company, he cannot without affectation deny to any set of men and women, a sensibility to extraordinary merit. The coarse and frivo- lous have an instinct of superiority, if they have not a sympathy, and honor it in their blind capricious way with sincere homage.

The Sne young people despise life, but in me, and in such as with me are free from dyspepsia, and to whom a day is a sound and solid good, it is a great excess of politeness to look scornful and to cry for company. I am grown

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by sympathy a little eager and sentimental, but leave me alone, and I should relish every hour and what it brought me, the potluck of the day, as heartily as the oldest gossip in the bar- room. I am thankful for small mercies. I com- pared notes with one of my friends who expects everything of the universe, and is disappointed when anything is less than the best, and I found that I begin at the other extreme, expecting nothing, and am always full of thanks for moderate goods. I accept the clangor and jangle of contrary tendencies. I Snd my account in sots and bores also. They give a reality to the circumja- cent picture, which such a vanishing meteorous appearance can ill spare. In the morning I awake, and Snd the old world, wife, babes, and mother, Con- cord and Boston, the dear old spiritual world, and even the dear old dev il not far off. If we will take the good we Snd, asking no questions, we shall have heaping mea sures. The great gifts are not got by analysis. Everything good is on the highway. The middle region of our being is the temperate zone. We may climb into the thin and cold realm of pure geometry and lifeless sci- ence, or sink into that of sensation. Between these extremes is the equator of life, of thought, of spirit, of poetry,— a narrow belt. Moreover, in pop u lar experience, everything good is on the highway. A collector peeps into all the picture- shops of Eu rope, for a landscape of Poussin, a crayon- sketch of Sal- vator; but the TransSguration, the Last Judgment, the Communion of St. Jerome, and what are as transcendent as these, are on the walls of the Vati- can, the UfSzii, or the Louvre, where every footman may see them;8 to say nothing of nature’s pictures in every street, of sunsets and sunrises every day, and the sculpture of the human body never absent. A collector recently bought at public auction, in London, for one hundred and Sfty- seven guin- eas,9 an autograph of Shakspeare: but for nothing a school- boy can read Hamlet, and can detect secrets of highest concernment yet unpublished therein. I think I will never read any but the commonest books,— the Bible, Homer, Dante, Shakspeare, and Milton. Then we are impatient of so public a life and planet, and run hither and thither for nooks and secrets. The imagi- nation delights in the woodcraft of Indians, trappers, and bee- hunters. We fancy that we are strangers, and not so intimately domesticated in the planet as the wild man, and the wild beast and bird. But the exclusion reaches them also; reaches the climbing, ^ying, gliding, feathered and four- footed man. Fox and woodchuck, hawk and snipe, and bittern, when nearly seen, have no more root in the deep world than man, and are just such superScial ten- ants of the globe. Then the new molecular philosophy shows astronomical interspaces betwixt atom and atom, shows that the world is all outside: it has no inside.

The mid- world is best. Nature, as we know her, is no saint. The lights of the church, the ascetics, Gentoos and Grahamites,1 she does not distinguish by any favor. She comes eating and drinking and sinning. Her darlings, the great, the strong, the beautiful, are not children of our law, do not come out

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8. I.e., the collector hunts for minor paintings in out- of- the- way shops while the great paintings are in museums, where anyone may see them. Nico- las Poussin (1594– 1665), French paint er; Salva- tor Rosa (1615– 1673), Italian paint er of wild landscapes; the Trans"guration by Raphael, in Rome; the Last Judgment is Michelangelo’s, in

Florence; the Communion of St. Jerome is that by Do menichino, in Paris. 9. British coin no longer in use, worth a little more than a pound. 1. Sylvester Graham (1794– 1851), vegetarian whose efforts at food reform are memorialized in the graham cracker. “Gentoos”: Hindu sectarians.

2. Not passed by the American Congress until 1891.

of the Sunday School, nor weigh their food, nor punctually keep the com- mandments. If we will be strong with her strength, we must not harbor such disconsolate consciences, borrowed too from the consciences of other nations. We must set up the strong present tense against all the rumors of wrath, past or to come. So many things are unsettled which it is of the Srst importance to settle,— and, pending their settlement, we will do as we do. Whilst the debate goes forward on the equity of commerce, and will not be closed for a century or two, New and Old En gland may keep shop. Law of copyright and international copyright2 is to be discussed, and, in the interim, we will sell our books for the most we can. Expediency of literature, reason of literature, lawfulness of writing down a thought, is questioned; much is to say on both sides, and, while the Sght waxes hot, thou, dearest scholar, stick to thy foolish task, add a line every hour, and between whiles add a line. Right to hold land, right of property, is disputed, and the conventions con- vene, and before the vote is taken, dig away in your garden, and spend your earnings as a waif or godsend to all serene and beautiful purposes. Life itself is a bubble and a skepticism, and a sleep within a sleep. Grant it, and as much more as they will— but thou, God’s darling! heed thy private dream: thou wilt not be missed in the scorning and skepticism: there are enough of them: stay there in thy closet, and toil, until the rest are agreed what to do about it. Thy sickness, they say, and thy puny habit, require that thou do this or avoid that, but know that thy life is a ^itting state, a tent for a night, and do thou, sick or well, Snish that stint. Thou art sick, but shalt not be worse, and the uni- verse, which holds thee dear, shall be the better.

Human life is made up of the two elements, power and form, and the pro- portion must be invariably kept, if we would have it sweet and sound. Each of these elements in excess makes a mischief as hurtful as its defect. Everything runs to excess: every good quality is noxious, if unmixed, and, to carry the danger to the edge of ruin, nature causes each man’s peculiarity to super- abound. Here, among the farms, we adduce the scholars as examples of this treachery. They are nature’s victims of expression. You who see the artist, the orator, the poet, too near, and Snd their life no more excellent than that of mechanics or farmers, and themselves victims of partiality, very hollow and haggard, and pronounce them failures,— not heroes, but quacks,— conclude very reasonably, that these arts are not for man, but are disease. Yet nature will not bear you out. Irresistible nature made men such, and makes legions more of such, every day. You love the boy reading in a book, gazing at a draw- ing, or a cast: yet what are these millions who read and behold, but incipient writers and sculptors? Add a little more of that quality which now reads and sees, and they will seize the pen and chisel. And if one remembers how inno- cently he began to be an artist, he perceives that nature joined with his enemy. A man is a golden impossibility. The line he must walk is a hair’s breadth. The wise through excess of wisdom is made a fool.

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appears so plain a business, that manly resolution and adherence to the multiplication- table through all weathers, will insure success. But ah! pres- ently comes a day, or is it only a half- hour, with its angel- whispering,—which discomSts the conclusions of nations and of years! Tomorrow again, every- thing looks real and angular, the habitual standards are reinstated, common sense is as rare as genius,— is the basis of genius, and experience is hands and feet to every enterprise;— and yet, he who should do his business on this understanding, would be quickly bankrupt. Power keeps quite another road than the turnpikes of choice and will, namely, the subterranean and invisible tunnels and channels of life. It is ridiculous that we are diplomatists, and doctors, and considerate people: there are no dupes like these. Life is a series of surprises, and would not be worth taking or keeping, if it were not. God delights to isolate us every day, and hide from us the past and the future. We would look about us, but with grand politeness he draws down before us an impenetrable screen of purest sky, and another behind us of purest sky. ‘You will not remember,’ he seems to say, ‘and you will not expect.’ All good conversation, manners, and action, come from a spontaneity which forgets usages, and makes the moment great. Nature hates calculators; her methods are saltatory and impulsive. Man lives by pulses; our organic movements are such; and the chemical and ethereal agents are undulatory and alternate; and the mind goes antagonizing on, and never prospers but by Sts. We thrive by casualties. Our chief experiences have been casual. The most attractive class of people are those who are powerful obliquely, and not by the direct stroke: men of genius, but not yet accredited: one gets the cheer of their light, without paying too great a tax. Theirs is the beauty of the bird, or the morning light, and not of art. In the thought of genius there is always a sur- prise; and the moral sentiment is well called “the newness,” for it is never other; as new to the oldest intelligence as to the young child.—“the kingdom that cometh without observation.”3 In like manner, for practical success, there must not be too much design. A man will not be observed in doing that which he can do best. There is a certain magic about his properest action, which stupeSes your powers of observation, so that though it is done before you, you wist not of it. The art of life has a pudency, and will not be exposed. Every man is an impossibility, until he is born; every thing impossible, until we see a success. The ardors of piety agree at last with the coldest skepticism,— that nothing is of us or our works,— that all is of God. Nature will not spare us the smallest leaf of laurel. All writing comes by the grace of God, and all doing and having. I would gladly be moral, and keep due metes and bounds, which I dearly love, and allow the most to the will of man, but I have set my heart on honesty in this chapter, and I can see nothing at last, in success or failure, than more or less of vital force supplied from the Eternal. The results of life are uncalculated and uncalculable. The years teach much which the days never know. The persons who compose our company, converse, and come and go, and design and execute many things, and somewhat comes of it all, but an unlooked for result. The individual is always mistaken. He designed many things, and drew in other persons as coadjutors, quarrelled with some or all, blundered much, and something is done; all are a little advanced, but

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3. Luke 17.20.

4. Scottish surgeon (1756– 1832). 5. Simultaneous. 6. Located in Saudia Arabia, Mecca is the holi- est city of Islam and the most important destina-

tion of Muslim pilgrims. 7. A free translation of the conclusion of one of the heroine’s speeches in Sophocles’ Antigone (c. 442 b.c.e.), lines 455– 57.

the individual is always mistaken. It turns out somewhat new, and very unlike what he promised himself.

The ancients, stuck with this irreducibleness of the elements of human life to calculation, exalted Chance into a divinity, but that is to stay too long at the spark,— which glitters truly at one point,— but the universe is warm with the latency of the same Sre. The miracle of life which will not be expounded, but will remain a miracle, introduces a new element. In the growth of the embryo, Sir Everard Home,4 I think, noticed that the evolution was not from one central point, but co- active from three or more points. Life has no memory. That which proceeds in succession might be remembered, but that which is co- existent, or ejaculated from a deeper cause, as yet far from being conscious, knows not its own tendency. So it is with us, now skep- tical, or without unity, because immersed in forms and effects all seeming to be of equal yet hostile value, and now religious, whilst in the reception of spiritual law. Bear with these distractions, with this coetaneous5 growth of the parts: they will one day be members, and obey one will. On that one will, on that secret cause, they nail our attention and hope. Life is hereby melted into an expectation or a religion. Underneath the inharmonious and trivial particulars, is a musical perfection, the Ideal journeying always with us, the heaven without rent or seam. Do but observe the mode of our illumination. When I converse with a profound mind, or if at any time being alone I have good thoughts, I do not at once arrive at satisfactions, as when, being thirsty, I drink water, or go to the Sre, being cold: no! but I am at Srst apprised of my vicinity to a new and excellent region of life. By persisting to read or to think, this region gives further sign of itself, as it were in ^ashes of light, in sudden discoveries of its profound beauty and repose, as if the clouds that covered it parted at intervals, and showed the approaching traveller the inland moun- tains, with the tranquil eternal meadows spread at their base, whereon ^ocks graze, and shepherds pipe and dance. But every insight from this realm of thought is felt as initial, and promises a sequel. I do not make it; I arrive there, and behold what was there already. I make! O no! I clap my hands in infantine joy and amazement, before the Srst opening to me of this august magniScence, old with the love and homage of innumerable ages, young with the life of life, the sunbright Mecca6 of the desert. And what a future it opens! I feel a new heart beating with the love of the new beauty. I am ready to die out of nature, and be born again into this new yet unapproachable America I have found in the West.

“Since neither now nor yesterday began These thoughts, which have been ever, nor yet can A man be found who their Srst entrance knew.”7

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inSnite degrees. The sentiment from which it sprung determines the dignity of any deed, and the question ever is, not, what you have done or forborne, but, at whose command you have done or forborne it.

Fortune, Minerva,8 Muse, Holy Ghost,— these are quaint names, too nar- row to cover this unbounded substance. The baf^ed intellect must still kneel before this cause, which refuses to be named— ineffable cause, which every Sne genius has essayed to represent by some emphatic symbol, as, Thales by water, Anaximenes by air, Anaxagoras by (NoPs) thought, Zoroaster9 by Sre, Jesus and the moderns by love: and the meta phor of each has become a national religion. The Chinese Mencius1 has not been the least successful in his generalization. “I fully understand language,” he said, “and nourish well my vast- ̂ owing vigor.”—“I beg to ask what you call vast- ̂ owing vigor?”— said his companion. “The explanation,” replied Mencius, “is difScult. This vigor is supremely great, and in the highest degree unbending. Nourish it correctly, and do it no injury, and it will Sll up the vacancy between heaven and earth. This vigor accords with and assists justice and reason, and leaves no hunger.”— In our more correct writing, we give to this generalization the name of Being, and thereby confess that we have arrived as far as we can go. SufSce it for the joy of the universe, that we have not arrived at a wall, but at interminable oceans. Our life seems not present, so much as pro- spective; not for the affairs on which it is wasted, but as a hint of this vast- ^owing vigor. Most of life seems to be mere advertisement of faculty: information is given us not to sell ourselves cheap; that we are very great. So, in particulars, our greatness is always in a tendency or direction, not in an action. It is for us to believe in the rule, not in the exception. The noble are thus known from the ignoble. So in accepting the leading of the sentiments, it is not what we believe concerning the immortality of the soul, or the like, but the universal impulse to believe, that is the material circumstance, and is the principal fact in the history of the globe. Shall we describe this cause as that which works directly? The spirit is not helpless or needful of mediate organs. It has plentiful powers and direct effects. I am explained without explaining, I am felt without acting, and where I am not. Therefore all just persons are satisSed with their own praise. They refuse to explain them- selves, and are content that new actions should do them that ofSce. They believe that we communicate without speech, and above speech, and that no right action of ours is quite unaffecting to our friends, at what ever dis- tance; for the in^uence of action is not to be mea sured by miles. Why should I fret myself, because a circumstance has occurred, which hinders my presence where I was expected? If I am not at the meeting, my presence where I am, should be as useful to the commonwealth of friendship and wisdom, as would be my presence in that place. I exert the same quality of power in all places. Thus journeys the mighty Ideal before us; it never was known to fall into the rear. No man ever came to an experience which was satiating, but his good is tidings of a better. Onward and onward! In liberated moments, we know that a new picture of life and duty is already possible; the

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8. Roman goddess of wisdom. 9. The 6th- century Persian found er of the Sre worship of the Parsees. Thales (7th century b.c.e.), Anaximenes (6th century b.c.e.), and

Anaxagoras (5th century b.c.e), Greek phi los o- phers. 1. Meng- tsu (3rd century b.c.e.), compiler of doctrines of Confucianism.

2. Ill- humored feelings. 3. Increasing.

4. Stored supply. 5. Strong impulse toward union.

elements already exist in many minds around you, of a doctrine of life which shall transcend any written record we have. The new statement will comprise the skepticisms, as well as the faiths of society, and out of unbeliefs a creed shall be formed. For, skepticisms are not gratuitous or lawless, but are limita- tions of the afSrmative statement, and the new philosophy must take them in, and make afSrmations outside of them, just as much as it must include the oldest beliefs.

It is very unhappy, but too late to be helped, the discovery we have made, that we exist. That discovery is called the Fall of Man. Ever afterwards, we suspect our instruments. We have learned that we do not see directly, but mediately, and that we have no means of correcting these colored and dis- torting lenses which we are, or of computing the amount of their errors. Perhaps these subject- lenses have a creative power; perhaps there are no objects. Once we lived in what we saw; now, the rapaciousness of this new power, which threatens to absorb all things, engages us. Nature, art, persons, letters, religions,— objects, successively tumble in, and God is but one of its ideas. Nature and literature are subjective phenomena; every evil and every good thing is a shadow which we cast. The street is full of humiliations to the proud. As the fop contrived to dress his bailiffs in his livery, and make them wait on his guests at table, so the chagrins2 which the bad heart gives off as bubbles, at once take form as ladies and gentlemen in the street, shopmen or barkeepers in hotels, and threaten or insult what ever is threatenable and insultable in us. ’Tis the same with our idolatries. People forget that it is the eye which makes the horizon, and the rounding mind’s eye which makes this or that man a type or representative of humanity with the name of hero or saint. Jesus the “providential man,” is a good man on whom many people are agreed that these optical laws shall take effect. By love on one part, and by forbearance to press objection on the other part, it is for a time settled, that we will look at him in the centre of the horizon, and ascribe to him the properties that will attach to any man so seen. But the longest love or aver- sion has a speedy term. The great and crescive3 self, rooted in absolute nature, supplants all relative existence, and ruins the kingdom of mortal friendship and love. Marriage (in what is called the spiritual world) is impos- sible, because of the in e qual ity between every subject and every object. The subject is the receiver of Godhead, and at every comparison must feel his being enhanced by that cryptic might. Though not in energy, yet by presence, this magazine4 of substance cannot be otherwise than felt: nor can any force of intellect attribute to the object the proper deity which sleeps or wakes forever in every subject. Never can love make consciousness and ascription equal in force. There will be the same gulf between every me and thee, as between the original and the picture. The universe is the bride of the soul. All private sympathy is partial. Two human beings are like globes, which can touch only in a point, and, whilst they remain in contact, all other points of each of the spheres are inert; their turn must also come, and the longer a par tic u lar union lasts, the more energy of appetency5 the parts not in union acquire.

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Life will be imaged, but cannot be divided nor doubled. Any invasion of its unity would be chaos. The soul is not twin- born, but the only begotten, and though revealing itself as child in time, child in appearance, is of a fatal and universal power, admitting no co- life. Every day, every act betrays the ill- concealed deity. We believe in ourselves, as we do not believe in others. We permit all things to ourselves, and that which we call sin in others, is experiment for us. It is an instance of our faith in ourselves, that men never speak of crime as lightly as they think: or, every man thinks a latitude safe for himself, which is nowise to be indulged to another. The act looks very differently on the inside, and on the outside; in its quality, and in its conse- quences. Murder in the murderer is no such ruinous thought as poets and romancers will have it; it does not unsettle him, or fright him from his ordinary notice of tri^es: it is an act quite easy to be contemplated, but in its sequel, it turns out to be a horrible jangle and confounding of all rela- tions. Especially the crimes that spring from love, seem right and fair from the actor’s point of view, but, when acted, are found destructive of society. No man at last believes that he can be lost, nor that the crime in him is as black as in the felon. Because the intellect qualiSes in our own case the moral judgments. For there is no crime to the intellect. That is antinomian or hypernomian,6 and judges law as well as fact. “It is worse than a crime, it is a blunder,” said Napoleon, speaking the language of the intellect. To it, the world is a problem in mathematics or the science of quantity, and it leaves out praise and blame, and all weak emotions. All stealing is comparative. If you come to absolutes, pray who does not steal? Saints are sad, because they behold sin, (even when they speculate,) from the point of view of the con- science, and not of the intellect; a confusion of thought. Sin seen from the thought, is a diminution or less: seen from the conscience or will, it is prav- ity or bad. The intellect names it shade, absence of light, and no essence. The conscience must feel it as essence, essential evil. This it is not: it has an objective existence, but no subjective.

Thus inevitably does the universe wear our color, and every object fall successively into the subject itself. The subject exists, the subject enlarges; all things sooner or later fall into place. As I am, so I see; use what language we will, we can never say anything but what we are; Hermes, Cadmus, Columbus, Newton, Buonaparte, are the mind’s ministers.7 Instead of feel- ing a poverty when we encounter a great man, let us treat the new comer like a travelling geologist, who passes through our estate, and shows us good slate, or limestone, or anthracite, in our brush pasture. The partial action of each strong mind in one direction, is a telescope for the objects on which it is pointed. But every other part of knowledge is to be pushed to the same extravagance, ere the soul attains her due sphericity. Do you see that kitten chasing so prettily her own tail? If you could look with her eyes, you might see her surrounded with hundreds of Sgures performing complex dramas, with tragic and comic issues, long conversations, many characters, many ups

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6. Against or beyond the control of law. 7. I.e., great gods or men of legend and history are servants of the human mind because our sub- jectivity uses them to light up areas of our own being. Hermes is the Greek god of invention. Cad- mus is the mythical inventor of the alphabet and

creator of the Thebans by sowing dragon’s teeth. Columbus sailed to America. Newton discovered the law of gravity. Napoleon Bonaparte, in Emer- son’s childhood, was the conquerer of much of Eu rope.

8. Johannes Kepler (1571– 1630), German astron- omer who developed the mathematical state- ments describing the revolutions of the planets around the sun. 9. John Flaxman (1755– 1826), En glish illustrator. In the clearer modern usage, the title of Aeschy-

lus’s play The Eumenides (c. 458 b.c.e.) would be italicized. In the scene depicted by Flaxman, the Furies, or Eumenides, who have pursued Orestes since his murder of his adulterous mother, are temporarily lulled by the power of Apollo, who sanctioned the murder.

and downs of fate,— and meantime it is only puss and her tail. How long before our masquerade will end its noise of tamborines, laughter, and shout- ing, and we shall Snd it was a solitary performance?— A subject and an object,— it takes so much to make the galvanic circuit complete, but magni- tude adds nothing. What imports it whether it is Kepler8 and the sphere; Columbus and America; a reader and his book; or puss with her tail?

It is true that all the muses and love and religion hate these developments, and will Snd a way to punish the chemist, who publishes in the parlor the secrets of the laboratory. And we cannot say too little of our constitutional necessity of seeing things under private aspects, or saturated with our humors. And yet is the God the native of these bleak rocks. That need makes in morals the capital virtue of self- trust. We must hold hard to this poverty, however scandalous, and by more vigorous self- recoveries, after the sallies of action, possess our axis more Srmly. The life of truth is cold, and so far mournful; but it is not the slave of tears, contritions, and perturbations. It does not attempt another’s work, nor adopt another’s facts. It is a main lesson of wisdom to know your own from another’s. I have learned that I cannot dispose of other people’s facts; but I possess such a key to my own, as per- suades me against all their denials, that they also have a key to theirs. A sympathetic person is placed in the dilemma of a swimmer among drowning men, who all catch at him, and if he give so much as a leg or a Snger, they will drown him. They wish to be saved from the mischiefs of their vices, but not from their vices. Charity would be wasted on this poor waiting on the symp- toms. A wise and hardy physician will say, Come out of that, as the Srst condi- tion of advice.

In this our talking America, we are ruined by our good nature and listen- ing on all sides. This compliance takes away the power of being greatly use- ful. A man should not be able to look other than directly and forthright. A preoccupied attention is the only answer to the importunate frivolity of other people: an attention, and to an aim which makes their wants frivolous. This is a divine answer, and leaves no appeal, and no hard thoughts. In Flaxman’s drawing of the Eumenides of Æschylus,9 Orestes supplicates Apollo, whilst the Furies sleep on the threshold. The face of the god expresses a shade of regret and compassion, but calm with the conviction of the irreconcilable- ness of the two spheres. He is born into other politics, into the eternal and beautiful. The man at his feet asks for his interest in turmoils of the earth, into which his nature cannot enter. And the Eumenides there lying express pictorially this disparity. The god is surcharged with his divine destiny.

Illusion, Temperament, Succession, Surface, Surprise, Reality, Subjective- ness,—these are threads on the loom of time, these are the lords of life. I dare not assume to give their order, but I name them as I Snd them in my way. I know better than to claim any completeness for my picture. I am a fragment, and this is a fragment of me. I can very conSdently announce

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one or another law, which throws itself into relief and form, but I am too young yet by some ages to compile a code. I gossip for my hour concerning the eternal politics. I have seen many fair pictures not in vain. A wonderful time I have lived in. I am not the novice I was fourteen, nor yet seven years ago. Let who will ask, where is the fruit? I Snd a private fruit sufScient. This is a fruit,— that I should not ask for a rash effect from meditations, counsels, and the hiving of truths. I should feel it pitiful to demand a result on this town and county, an overt effect on the instant month and year. The effect is deep and secular1 as the cause. It works on periods in which mortal lifetime is lost. All I know is reception; I am and I have: but I do not get, and when I have fancied I had gotten anything, I found I did not. I worship with wonder the great Fortune. My reception has been so large, that I am not annoyed by receiving this or that superabundantly. I say to the Genius, if he will pardon the proverb, In for a mill, in for a million. When I receive a new gift, I do not macerate2 my body to make the account square, for, if I should die, I could not make the account square. The beneSt overran the merit the Srst day, and has overran the merit ever since. The merit itself, so- called, I reckon part of the receiving.

Also, that hankering after an overt or practical effect seems to me an apostasy. In good earnest, I am willing to spare this most unnecessary deal of doing. Life wears to me a visionary face. Hardest, roughest action is vision- ary also. It is but a choice between soft and turbulent dreams. People dispar- age knowing and the intellectual life, and urge doing. I am very content with knowing, if only I could know. That is an august entertainment, and would sufSce me a great while. To know a little, would be worth the expense of this world. I hear always the law of Adrastia,3 “that every soul which had acquired any truth, should be safe from harm until another period.”

I know that the world I converse with in the city and in the farms, is not the world I think. I observe that difference, and shall observe it. One day, I shall know the value and law of this discrepance. But I have not found that much was gained by manipular attempts to realize the world of thought. Many eager persons successively make an experiment in this way, and make themselves ridiculous. They acquire demo cratic manners, they foam at the mouth, they hate and deny. Worse, I observe, that, in the history of mankind, there is never a solitary example of success,— taking their own tests of suc- cess. I say this polemically, or in reply to the inquiry, why not realize your world? But far be from me the despair which prejudges the law by a paltry empiricism,— since there never was a right endeavor, but it succeeded. Patience and patience, we shall win at the last. We must be very suspicious of the deceptions of the element of time. It takes a good deal of time to eat or to sleep, or to earn a hundred dollars, and a very little time to entertain a hope and an insight which becomes the light of our life. We dress our garden, eat our dinners, discuss the house hold with our wives, and these things make no impression, are forgotten next week; but in the solitude to which every man is always returning, he has a sanity and revelations, which in his passage into new worlds he will carry with him. Never mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat: up again, old heart!— it seems to say,— there is victory yet for all

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1. Lasting from century to century. 2. Waste away by fasting.

3. Another name for Nemesis or Destiny. The quotation is from the Phaedrus by Plato.

1. The text is taken from Echoes of Harper’s Ferry (1860), edited by the Scottish American abolition- ist James Redpath (1833– 1891). On October 16, 1859, the militant abolitionist John Brown (1800– 1859) led twenty- one men, including Sve African Americans, in an attack on an unguarded federal arsenal at Harpers Ferry in western Virginia in an effort to secure arms for a slave revolt he hoped to inspire. Within two days his group was defeated

by American troops and he surrendered. Con- victed of treason against the state of Virginia, he was hanged on December 2, 1859. Emerson deliv- ered this speech at a fund- raising meeting for the Brown family held at Salem, Massachusetts, on January 6, 1860; there is no surviving manu- script. 2. Brown was tried and hanged in Charlestown, Virginia. Emerson probably derived much of his

justice; and the true romance which the world exists to realize, will be the transformation of genius into practical power.

1844

John Brown1

Mr. Chairman: I have been struck with one fact, that the best orators who have added their praise to his fame— and I need not go out of this house to Snd the purest eloquence in the country— have one rival who comes off a little better, and that is John Brown. Every thing that is said of him leaves people a little dissatisSed; but as soon as they read his own speeches and letters they are heartily contented— such is the singleness of purpose which justiSes him to the head and the heart of all. Taught by this experience, I mean, in the few remarks I have to make, to cling to his history, or let him speak for himself.

John Brown, the found er of liberty in Kansas, was born in Sorrington, LitchSeld County, Conn., in 1800. When he was Sve years old his father emigrated to Ohio, and the boy was there set to keep sheep, and to look after cattle, and dress skins; he went bareheaded and barefooted, and clothed in buckskin. He said that he loved rough play, could never have rough play enough; could not see a seedy hat without wishing to pull it off. But for this it needed that the playmates should be equal; not one in Sne clothes and the other in buckskin; not one his own master, hale and hearty, and the other watched and whipped. But it chanced that in Pennsylvania, where he was sent by his father to collect cattle, he fell in with a boy whom he heartily liked, and whom he looked upon as his superior. This boy was a slave; he saw him beaten with an iron shovel, and otherwise maltreated; he saw that this boy had nothing better to look forward to in life, whilst he himself was petted and made much of; for he was much considered in the family where he then stayed, from the circumstance that this boy of twelve years had conducted alone a drove of cattle a hundred miles. But the colored boy had no friend, and no future. This worked such indignation in him that he swore an oath of re sis tance to Slavery as long as he lived. And thus his enterprise to go into Virginia and run off Sve hundred or a thousand slaves, was not a piece of spite or revenge, a plot of two years or of twenty years, but the keeping of an oath made to heaven and earth forty- seven years before. Forty- seven years at least, though I incline to accept his own account of the matter, at Charles- town,2 which makes the date a little older, when he said, “This was all set- tled millions of years before the world was made.”

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He grew up a religious and manly person in severe poverty; a fair speci- men of the best stock of New En gland; having that force of thought and that sense of right which are the warp and woof of greatness. Our farmers were Orthodox Calvinists,3 mighty in the Scriptures; had learned that life was a preparation, a “probation,” to use their word, for a higher world, and was to be spent in loving and serving mankind.

Thus was formed a romantic character absolutely without any vulgar trait; living to ideal ends, without any mixture of self- indulgence or compromise, such as lowers the value of benevolent and thoughtful men we know; abste- mious, refusing luxuries, not sourly and reproachfully, but simply as unSt for his habit; quiet and gentle as a child in the house. And, as happens usu- ally to men of romantic character, his fortunes were romantic. Walter Scott4 would have delighted to draw his picture and trace his adventurous career. A shepherd and herdsman, he learned the manners of animals, and knew the secret signals by which animals communicate. He made his hard bed on the mountains with them; he learned to drive his ^ock through thickets all but impassable; he had all the skill of a shepherd by choice of breed, and by wise husbandry to obtain the best wool, and that for a course of years. And the anecdotes preserved show a far- seeing skill and conduct which, in spite of adverse accidents, should secure, one year with another, an honest reward, Srst to the farmer, and afterwards to the dealer. If he kept sheep, it was with a royal mind; and if he traded in wool, he was a merchant prince, not in the amount of wealth, but in the protection of the interests conSded to him.

I am not a little surprised at the easy effrontery with which po liti cal gentlemen, in and out of Congress, take it upon them to say that there are not a thousand men in the North who sympathize with John Brown. It would be far safer and nearer the truth to say that all people, in proportion to their sensibility and self- respect, sympathize with him. For it is impossi- ble to see courage, and disinterestedness, and the love that casts out fear, without sympathy.

All women are drawn to him by their predominance of sentiment. All gen- tlemen, of course, are on his side. I do not mean by “gentlemen,” people of scented hair and perfumed handkerchiefs, but men of gentle blood and gen- erosity, “fulSlled with all nobleness,” who, like the Cid, give the outcast leper a share of their bed; like the dying Sidney,5 pass the cup of cold water to the wounded soldier who needs it more. For what is the oath of gentle blood and knighthood? What but to protect the weak and lowly against the strong oppressor?

Nothing is more absurd than to complain of this sympathy, or to com- plain of a party of men united in opposition to Slavery. As well complain of gravity, or the ebb of the tide. Who makes the Abolitionist? The Slaveholder.

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information about Brown from Redpath’s articles published in the Boston Atlas and Daily Bee. Red- path published The Public Life of Captain John Brown in 1860. 3. Followers of the Protestant reformer John Calvin (1509– 1564). 4. Scottish novelist and poet (1771– 1832); his Srst novel, Waverley (1814), had an important in^uence on the development of the historical

novel in the United States. 5. Mortally wounded in a battle against the Span- ish fought in the Netherlands, the En glish poet Sir Philip Sidney (1554– 1586) reportedly refused a cup of water so that it could go to a needier dying soldier. El Cid Campeador (1040– 1099), heroic Spanish soldier celebrated in the 12th- century epic Poema del Cid.

6. Legendary found er (c. 600 b.c.e.) of the laws and institutions of ancient Sparta. Alfred the Great (849– 899), king of Wessex, was celebrated for his love of law and literature. 1. Emerson delivered an address at Thoreau’s funeral on May 9, 1862, and shortened it to the

version used here, published in the August 1862 Atlantic Monthly. 2. Island in the En glish Channel. 3. Emerson’s racial assumptions are typical of the period.

The sentiment of mercy is the natural recoil which the laws of the universe provide to protect mankind from destruction by savage passions. And our blind statesmen go up and down, with committees of vigilance and safety, hunting for the origin of this new heresy. They will need a very vigilant com- mittee indeed to Snd its birthplace, and a very strong force to root it out. For the arch- Abolitionist, older than Brown, and older than the Shenandoah Mountains, is Love, whose other name is Justice, which was before Alfred, before Lycurgus,6 before Slavery, and will be after it.

1860

Thoreau1

Henry David Thoreau was the last male descendant of a French ancestor who came to this country from the Isle of Guernsey.2 His character exhib- ited occasional traits drawn from this blood in singular combination with a very strong Saxon genius.3

He was born in Concord, Massachusetts, on the 12th of July, 1817. He was graduated at Harvard College in 1837, but without any literary distinc- tion. An iconoclast in literature, he seldom thanked colleges for their ser- vice to him, holding them in small esteem, whilst yet his debt to them was important. After leaving the University, he joined his brother in teaching a private school, which he soon renounced. His father was a manufacturer of lead- pencils, and Henry applied himself for a time to this craft, believing he could make a better pencil than was then in use. After completing his experiments, he exhibited his work to chemists and artists in Boston, and having obtained their certiScates to its excellence and to its equality with the best London manufacture, he returned home contented. His friends con- gratulated him that he had now opened his way to fortune. But he replied, that he should never make another pencil. “Why should I? I would not do again what I have done once.” He resumed his endless walks and miscella- neous studies, making every day some new acquaintance with Nature, though as yet never speaking of zoölogy or botany, since, though very studious of natural facts, he was incurious of technical and textual science.

At this time, a strong, healthy youth, fresh from college, whilst all his companions were choosing their profession, or eager to begin some lucrative employment, it was inevitable that his thoughts should be exercised on the same question, and it required rare decision to refuse all the accustomed paths, and keep his solitary freedom at the cost of disappointing the natural expectations of his family and friends: all the more difScult that he had a perfect probity, was exact in securing his own in de pen dence, and in holding every man to the like duty. But Thoreau never faltered. He was a born prot- estant. He declined to give up his large ambition of knowledge and action

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for any narrow craft or profession, aiming at a much more comprehensive calling, the art of living well. If he slighted and deSed the opinions of others, it was only that he was more intent to reconcile his practice with his own belief. Never idle or self- indulgent, he preferred, when he wanted money, earning it by some piece of manual labor agreeable to him, as building a boat or a fence, planting, grafting, surveying, or other short work, to any long engagements. With his hardy habits and few wants, his skill in wood- craft, and his powerful arithmetic, he was very competent to live in any part of the world. It would cost him less time to supply his wants than another. He was therefore secure of his leisure.

A natural skill for mensuration,4 growing out of his mathematical knowl- edge, and his habit of ascertaining the mea sures and distance of objects which interested him, the size of trees, the depth and extent of ponds and rivers, the height of mountains, and the air- line distance of his favorite summits,— this, and his intimate knowledge of the territory about Con- cord, made him drift into the profession of land- surveyor. It had the advan- tage for him that it led him continually into new and secluded grounds, and helped his studies of Nature. His accuracy and skill in this work were read- ily appreciated, and he found all the employment he wanted.

He could easily solve the problems of the surveyor, but he was daily beset with graver questions, which he manfully confronted. He interrogated every custom, and wished to settle all his practice on an ideal foundation. He was a protestant à l’outrance,5 and few lives contain so many renunciations. He was bred to no profession; he never married; he lived alone; he never went to church; he never voted; he refused to pay a tax to the State; he ate no ^esh, he drank no wine, he never knew the use of tobacco; and, though a naturalist, he used neither trap nor gun. He chose, wisely, no doubt, for himself, to be the bachelor of thought and Nature. He had no talent for wealth, and knew how to be poor without the least hint of squalor or inele- gance. Perhaps he fell into his way of living without forecasting it much, but approved it with later wisdom. “I am often reminded,” he wrote in his journal, “that, if I had bestowed on me the wealth of Crœsus,6 my aims must be still the same, and my means essentially the same.” He had no temptations to Sght against,— no appetites, no passions, no taste for elegant tri^es. A Sne house, dress, the manners and talk of highly cultivated people were all thrown away on him. He much preferred a good Indian, and con- sidered these reSnements as impediments to conversation, wishing to meet his companion on the simplest terms. He declined invitations to dinner- parties, because there each was in every one’s way, and he could not meet the individuals to any purpose. “They make their pride,” he said, “in making their dinner cost much; I make my pride in making my dinner cost little.” When asked at table what dish he preferred, he answered, “The nearest.” He did not like the taste of wine, and never had a vice in his life. He said,—“I have a faint recollection of plea sure derived from smoking dried lily- stems, before I was a man. I had commonly a supply of these. I have never smoked anything more noxious.”

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4. Mea sur ing. 5. I.e., an extreme Protestant (French). 6. King of Lydia (6th century b.c.e.), in Asia

Minor, fabled to have been the richest man in the world.

7. Public hall where lectures were given. 8. The identity of this person is unknown. The year was actually 1846.

He chose to be rich by making his wants few, and supplying them him- self. In his travels, he used the railroad only to get over so much country as was unimportant to the present purpose, walking hundreds of miles, avoid- ing taverns, buying a lodging in farmers’ and Sshermen’s houses, as cheaper, and more agreeable to him, and because there he could better Snd the men and the information he wanted.

There was somewhat military in his nature not to be subdued, always manly and able, but rarely tender, as if he did not feel himself except in opposition. He wanted a fallacy to expose, a blunder to pillory, I may say required a little sense of victory, a roll of the drum, to call his powers into full exercise. It cost him nothing to say No; indeed, he found it much easier than to say Yes. It seemed as if his Srst instinct on hearing a proposition was to controvert it, so impatient was he of the limitations of our daily thought. This habit, of course, is a little chilling to the social affections; and though the companion would in the end acquit him of any malice or untruth, yet it mars conversation. Hence, no equal companion stood in affectionate relations with one so pure and guileless. “I love Henry,” said one of his friends, “but I cannot like him; and as for taking his arm, I should as soon think of taking the arm of an elm- tree.”

Yet, hermit and stoic as he was, he was really fond of sympathy, and threw himself heartily and childlike into the company of young people whom he loved, and whom he delighted to entertain, as he only could, with the varied and endless anecdotes of his experiences by Seld and river. And he was always ready to lead a huckleberry- party or a search for chestnuts or grapes. Talking, one day, of a public discourse, Henry remarked, that what ever suc- ceeded with the audience was bad. I said, “Who would not like to write something which all can read, like ‘Robinson Crusoe’? and who does not see with regret that his page is not solid with a right materialistic treatment, which delights everybody?” Henry objected, of course, and vaunted the better lectures which reached only a few persons. But, at supper, a young girl, understanding that he was to lecture at the Lyceum,7 sharply asked him, “whether his lecture would be a nice, interesting story, such as she wished to hear, or whether it was one of those old philosophical things that she did not care about.” Henry turned to her, and bethought himself, and, I saw, was try- ing to believe that he had matter that might St her and her brother, who were to sit up and go to the lecture, if it was a good one for them.

He was a speaker and actor of the truth,— born such,— and was ever run- ning into dramatic situations from this cause. In any circumstance, it inter- ested all bystanders to know what part Henry would take, and what he would say; and he did not disappoint expectation, but used an original judgment on each emergency. In 1845 he built himself a small framed house on the shores of Walden Pond, and lived there two years alone, a life of labor and study. This action was quite native and St for him. No one who knew him would tax him with affectation. He was more unlike his neighbors in his thought than in his action. As soon as he had exhausted the advantages of that solitude, he abandoned it. In 1847, not approving some uses to which the public expendi- ture was applied, he refused to pay his town tax, and was put in jail. A friend8 paid the tax for him, and he was released. The like annoyance was threatened

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the next year. But, as his friends paid the tax, notwithstanding his protest, I believe he ceased to resist. No opposition or ridicule had any weight with him. He coldly and fully stated his opinion without affecting to believe that it was the opinion of the company. It was of no consequence, if every one pres- ent held the opposite opinion. On one occasion he went to the University Library to procure some books. The librarian refused to lend them. Mr. Tho- reau repaired to the President, who stated to him the rules and usages, which permitted the loan of books to resident graduates, to clergymen who were alumni, and to some others resident within a circle of ten miles’ radius from the College. Mr. Thoreau explained to the President that the railroad had destroyed the old scale of distances,— that the library was useless, yes, and President and College useless, on the terms of his rules,— that the one ben- eSt he owed to the College was its library,— that, at this moment, not only his want of books was imperative, but he wanted a large number of books, and assured him that he, Thoreau, and not the librarian, was the proper custo- dian of these. In short, the President found the petitioner so formidable, and the rules getting to look so ridiculous, that he ended by giving him a privilege which in his hands proved unlimited thereafter.

No truer American existed than Thoreau. His preference of his country and condition was genuine, and his aversation from En glish and Eu ro pe an manners and tastes almost reached contempt. He listened impatiently to news or bon mots9 gleaned from London circles; and though he tried to be civil, these anecdotes fatigued him. The men were all imitating each other, and on a small mould. Why can they not live as far apart as possible, and each be a man by himself? What he sought was the most energetic nature; and he wished to go to Oregon, not to London. “In every part of Great Brit- ain,” he wrote in his diary, “are discovered traces of the Romans, their fune- real urns, their camps, their roads, their dwellings. But New En gland, at least, is not based on any Roman ruins. We have not to lay the foundations of our houses on the ashes of a former civilization.”

But, idealist as he was, standing for abolition of slavery, abolition of tar- iffs, almost for abolition of government, it is needless to say he found him- self not only unrepresented in actual politics, but almost equally opposed to every class of reformers. Yet he paid the tribute of his uniform respect to the Anti- Slavery party. One man, whose personal acquaintance he had formed, he honored with exceptional regard. Before the Srst friendly word had been spoken for Captain John Brown, he sent notices to most houses in Concord, that he would speak in a public hall on the condition and charter of John Brown, on Sunday eve ning, and invited all people to come. The Republican Committee, the Abolitionist Committee, sent him word that it was prema- ture and not advisable. He replied,—“I did not send to you for advice, but to announce that I am to speak.” The hall was Slled at an early hour by people of all parties, and his earnest eulogy of the hero was heard by all respect- fully, by many with a sympathy that surprised themselves.1

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9. Clever remarks (French). 1. Thoreau’s speech can be found in Echoes of Harper’s Ferry (1860), edited by the Scottish Amer- ican abolitionist James Redpath (1833–1891), and is excerpted in this volume (p. 1155). On October 16, 1859, the militant abolitionist John Brown (1800–1859) led twenty- one men, including

Sve African Americans, in an attack on an unguarded federal arsenal at Harpers Ferry in western Virginia in an effort to secure arms for a slave revolt he hoped to inspire. Within two days his group was defeated by American troops and he surrendered. Convicted of treason against the state of Virginia, he was hanged on December 2, 1859.

2. Egyptian- born Roman phi los o pher (205?– 270), the leading exponent of Neoplatonism, a religious system combining elements of numer- ous doctrines of the time. 3. Character in Sir Walter Scott’s The Betrothed

(1825). 4. Boston boarding house run on Sylvester Gra- ham’s dietary system (one part of which remains in the national diet as the graham cracker).

It was said of Plotinus2 that he was ashamed of his body, and ’t is very likely he had good reason for it,— that his body was a bad servant, and he had not skill in dealing with the material world, as happens often to men of abstract intellect. But Mr. Thoreau was equipped with a most adapted and ser viceable body. He was of short stature, Srmly built, of light complexion, with strong, serious blue eyes, and a grave aspect,— his face covered in the late years with a becoming beard. His senses were acute, his frame well- knit and hardy, his hands strong and skilful in the use of tools. And there was a wonderful Stness of body and mind. He could pace sixteen rods more accurately than another man could mea sure them with rod and chain. He could Snd his path in the woods at night, he said, better by his feet than his eyes. He could estimate the mea sure of a tree very well by his eye; he could estimate the weight of a calf or a pig, like a dealer. From a box containing a bushel or more of loose pencils, he could take up with his hands fast enough just a dozen pencils at every grasp. He was a good swimmer, run- ner, skater, boatman, and would probably outwalk most countrymen in a day’s journey. And the relation of body to mind was still Sner than we have indicated. He said he wanted every stride his legs made. The length of his walk uniformly made the length of his writing. If shut up in the house, he did not write at all.

He had a strong common sense, like that which Rose Flammock,3 the weaver’s daughter, in Scott’s romance, commends in her father, as resem- bling a yardstick, which, whilst it mea sures dowlas and diaper, can equally well mea sure tapestry and cloth of gold. He had always a new resource. When I was planting forest- trees, and had procured half a peck of acorns, he said that only a small portion of them would be sound, and proceeded to examine them, and select the sound ones. But Snding this took time, he said, “I think, if you put them all into water, the good ones will sink”; which experiment we tried with success. He could plan a garden, or a house, or a barn; would have been competent to lead a “PaciSc Exploring Expedition”; could give judicious counsel in the gravest private or public affairs.

He lived for the day, not cumbered and mortiSed by his memory. If he brought you yesterday a new proposition, he would bring you to- day another not less revolutionary. A very industrious man, and setting, like all highly or ga nized men, a high value on his time, he seemed the only man of leisure in town, always ready for any excursion that promised well, or for conversa- tion prolonged into late hours. His trenchant sense was never stopped by his rules of daily prudence, but was always up to the new occasion. He liked and used the simplest food, yet, when someone urged a vegetable diet, Tho- reau thought all diets a very small matter, saying that “the man who shoots the buffalo lives better than the man who boards at the Graham House.” 4 He said,—“You can sleep near the railroad, and never be disturbed: Nature knows very well what sounds are worth attending to, and has made up her mind not to hear the railroad- whistle. But things respect the devout mind, and a mental ecstasy was never interrupted.” He noted, what repeatedly

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befell him, that, after receiving from a distance a rare plant, he would pres- ently Snd the same in his own haunts. And those pieces of luck which hap- pen only to good players happened to him. One day, walking with a stranger, who inquired where Indian arrow- heads could be found, he replied, “Every- where,” and, stooping forward, picked one on the instant from the ground. At Mount Washington, in Tuckerman’s Ravine, Thoreau had a bad fall, and sprained his foot. As he was in the act of getting up from his fall, he saw for the Srst time the leaves of the Arnica mollis.5

His robust common sense, armed with stout hands, keen perceptions, and strong will, cannot yet account for the superiority which shone in his simple and hidden life. I must add the cardinal fact, that there was an excellent wisdom in him, proper to a rare class of men, which showed him the mate- rial world as a means and symbol. This discovery, which sometimes yields to poets a certain casual and interrupted light, serving for the ornament of  their writing, was in him an unsleeping insight; and what ever faults or obstructions of temperament might cloud it, he was not disobedient to the heavenly vision. In his youth, he said, one day, “The other world is all my art: my pencils will draw no other; my jack- knife will cut nothing else; I do not use it as a means.” This was the muse and genius that ruled his opinions, conversation, studies, work, and course of life. This made him a searching judge of men. At Srst glance he mea sured his companion, and, though insen- sible to some Sne traits of culture, could very well report his weight and calibre. And this made the impression of genius which his conversation sometimes gave.

He understood the matter in hand at a glance, and saw the limitations and poverty of those he talked with, so that nothing seemed concealed from such terrible eyes. I have repeatedly known young men of sensibility converted in a moment to the belief that this was the man they were in search of, the man of men, who could tell them all they should do. His own dealing with them was never affectionate, but superior, didactic,— scorning their petty ways,— very slowly conceding, or not conceding at all, the promise of his society at their houses, or even at his own. “Would he not walk with them?” “He did not know. There was nothing so important to him as his walk; he had no walks to throw away on company.” Visits were offered him from respectful parties, but he declined them. Admiring friends offered to carry him at their own cost to the Yellow- Stone River,— to the West Indies,— to South America. But though nothing could be more grave or considered than his refusals, they remind one in quite new relations of that fop Brummel’s6 reply to the gentleman who offered him his carriage in a shower, “But where will you ride, then?”— and what accusing silences, and what searching and irresistible speeches, batter- ing down all defences, his companions can remember!

Mr. Thoreau dedicated his genius with such entire love to the Selds, hills, and waters of his native town, that he made them known and interest- ing to all reading Americans, and to people over the sea. The river on whose banks he was born and died he knew from its springs to its con^uence with the Merrimack. He had made summer and winter observations on it for many years, and at every hour of the day and the night. The result of the

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5. Thistle used medicinally. 6. George “Beau” Brummell (1778– 1840), British dandy.

7. Elisha Kent Kane (1820– 1857), American naval ofScer and explorer of a route to the North Pole.

8. A hill in Concord. 9. South American water lily.

recent survey of the Water Commissioners appointed by the State of Mas- sachusetts he had reached by his private experiments, several years earlier. Every fact which occurs in the bed, on the banks, or in the air over it; the Sshes, and their spawning and nests, their manners, their food; the shad- ^ies which Sll the air on a certain eve ning once a year, and which are snapped at by the Sshes so ravenously that many of these die of repletion; the conical heaps of small stones on the river- shallows, one of which heaps will sometimes overSll a cart,— these heaps the huge nests of small Sshes; the birds which frequent the stream, heron, duck, sheldrake, loon, osprey; the snake, muskrat, otter, woodchuck, and fox, on the banks; the turtle, frog, hyla, and cricket, which make the banks vocal,— were all known to him, and, as it were, townsmen and fellow- creatures; so that he felt an absurdity or violence in any narrative of one of these by itself apart, and still more of its dimensions on an inch- rule, or in the exhibition of its skeleton, or the specimen of a squirrel or a bird in brandy. He liked to speak of the man- ners of the river, as itself a lawful creature, yet with exactness, and always to an observed fact. As he knew the river, so the ponds in this region.

One of the weapons he used, more important than microscope or alcohol- receiver to other investigators, was a whim which grew on him by indul- gence, yet appeared in gravest statement, namely, of extolling his own town and neighborhood as the most favored centre for natural observation. He remarked that the Flora of Massachusetts embraced almost all the important plants of America,— most of the oaks, most of the willows, the best pines, the ash, the maple, the beech, the nuts. He returned Kane’s7 “Arctic Voy- age” to a friend of whom he had borrowed it, with the remark, that “most of the phenomena noted might be observed in Concord.” He seemed a little envious of the Pole, for the coincident sunrise and sunset, or Sve minutes’ day after six months: a splendid fact, which Annursnuc8 had never afforded him. He found red snow in one of his walks, and told me that he expected to Snd yet the Victoria regia9 in Concord. He was the attorney of the indige- nous plants, and owned to a preference of the weeds to the imported plants, as of the Indian to the civilized man,— and noticed, with plea sure, that the willow bean- poles of his neighbor had grown more than his beans. “See these weeds,” he said, “which have been hoed at by a million farmers all spring and summer, and yet have prevailed, and just now come out triumphant over all lanes, pastures, Selds, and gardens, such is their vigor. We have insulted them with low names, too,— as Pigweed, Wormwood, Chickweed, Shad- Blossom.” He says, “They have brave names, too,— Ambrosia, Stellaria, Amelanchia, Amaranth, etc.”

I think his fancy for referring everything to the meridian of Concord did not grow out of any ignorance or depreciation of other longitudes or latitudes, but was rather a playful expression of his conviction of the indifferency of all places, and that the best place for each is where he stands. He expressed it once in this wise:—“I think nothing is to be hoped from you, if this bit of mould under your feet is not sweeter to you to eat than any other in this world, or in any world.”

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The other weapon with which he conquered all obstacles in science was patience. He knew how to sit immovable, a part of the rock he rested on, until the bird, the reptile, the Ssh, which had retired from him, should come back, and resume its habits, nay, moved by curiosity, should come to him and watch him.

It was a plea sure and a privilege to walk with him. He knew the country like a fox or a bird, and passed through it as freely by paths of his own. He knew every track in the snow or on the ground, and what creature had taken this path before him. One must submit abjectly to such a guide, and the reward was great. Under his arm he carried an old music- book to press plants; in his pocket, his diary and pencil, a spy- glass for birds, microscope, jack- knife, and twine. He wore straw hat, stout shoes, strong gray trousers, to brave shrub- oaks and smilax, and to climb a tree for a hawk’s or a squirrel’s nest. He waded into the pool for the water- plants, and his strong legs were no insigniScant part of his armor. On the day I speak of he looked for the Menyanthes,1 detected it across the wide pool, and, on examination of the ^orets, decided that it had been in ^ower Sve days. He drew out of his breast- pocket his diary, and read the names of all the plants that should bloom on this day, whereof he kept account as a banker when his notes fall due. The Cypripedium2 not due till to- morrow. He thought, that, if waked up from a trance, in this swamp, he could tell by the plants what time of the year it was within two days. The redstart was ^ying about, and presently the Sne grosbeaks, whose brilliant scarlet makes the rash gazer wipe his eye,3 and whose Sne clear note Thoreau compared to that of a tanager which has got rid of its hoarseness. Presently he heard a note which he called that of the night- warbler, a bird he had never identiSed, had been in search of twelve years, which always, when he saw it, was in the act of diving down into a tree or bush, and which it was vain to seek; the only bird that sings indifferently by night and by day. I told him he must beware of Snding and booking it, lest life should have nothing more to show him. He said, “What you seek in vain for, half your life, one day you come full upon all the family at dinner. You seek it like a dream, and as soon as you Snd it you become its prey.”

His interest in the ^ower or the bird lay very deep in his mind, was con- nected with Nature,— and the meaning of Nature was never attempted to be deSned by him. He would not offer a memoir of his observations to the Natural History Society. “Why should I? To detach the description from its connections in my mind would make it no longer true or valuable to me: and they do not wish what belongs to it.” His power of observation seemed to indicate additional senses. He saw as with microscope, heard as with ear- trumpet, and his memory was a photographic register of all he saw and heard. And yet none knew better than he that it is not the fact that imports, but the impression or effect of the fact on your mind. Every fact lay in glory in his mind, a type of the order and beauty of the whole.

His determination on Natural History was organic. He confessed that he sometimes felt like a hound or a panther, and, if born among Indians, would have been a fell hunter. But, restrained by his Massachusetts culture, he

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1. Flowering bean that grows in boglike areas. 2. Lady’s slipper.

3. An allusion to George Herbert’s “Virtue” (1633).

4. Author (1608– 1661) of The History of the Worthies of En gland (1662).

played out the game in this mild form of botany and ichthyology. His intimacy with animals suggested what Thomas Fuller4 rec ords of Butler the apiologist, that “either he had told the bees things or the bees had told him.” Snakes coiled round his leg; the Sshes swam into his hand, and he took them out of the water; he pulled the woodchuck out of its hole by the tail, and took the foxes under his protection from the hunters. Our naturalist had perfect magnanimity; he had no secrets: he would carry you to the heron’s haunt, or even to his most prized botanical swamp,— possibly knowing that you could never Snd it again, yet willing to take his risks.

No college ever offered him a diploma, or a professor’s chair; no academy made him its corresponding secretary, its discoverer, or even its member. Perhaps these learned bodies feared the satire of his presence. Yet so much knowledge of Nature’s secret and genius few others possessed, none in a more large and religious synthesis. For not a particle of respect had he to the opinions of any man or body of men, but homage solely to the truth itself; and as he discovered everywhere among doctors some leaning of courtesy, it discredited them. He grew to be revered and admired by his townsmen, who had at Srst known him only as an oddity. The farmers who employed him as a surveyor soon discovered his rare accuracy and skill, his knowledge of their lands, of trees, of birds, of Indian remains, and the like, which enabled him to tell every farmer more than he knew before of his own farm; so that he began to feel a little as if Mr. Thoreau had better rights in his land than he. They felt, too, the superiority of character which addressed all men with a native authority.

Indian relics abound in Concord,—arrow- heads, stone chisels, pestles, and fragments of pottery; and on the river- bank, large heaps of clam- shells and ashes mark spots which the savages frequented. These, and every cir- cumstance touching the Indian, were important in his eyes. His visits to Maine were chie^y for love of the Indian. He had the satisfaction of seeing the manufacture of the bark- canoe, as well as of trying his hand in its man- agement on the rapids. He was inquisitive about the making of the stone arrow- head, and in his last days charged a youth setting out for the Rocky Mountains to Snd an Indian who could tell him that: “It was well worth a visit to California to learn it.” Occasionally, a small party of Penobscot Indi- ans would visit Concord, and pitch their tents for a few weeks in summer on the river- bank. He failed not to make acquaintance with the best of them; though he well knew that asking questions of Indians is like catechizing beavers and rabbits. In his last visit to Maine he had great satisfaction from Joseph Polis, an intelligent Indian of Oldtown, who was his guide for some weeks.

He was equally interested in every natural fact. The depth of his percep- tion found likeness of law throughout Nature, and I know not any genius who so swiftly inferred universal law from the single fact. He was no pedant of a department. His eye was open to beauty, and his ear to music. He found these, not in rare conditions, but wheresoever he went. He thought the best of music was in single strains; and he found poetic suggestion in the hum- ming of the telegraph- wire.

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His poetry might be bad or good; he no doubt wanted a lyric facility and technical skill; but he had the source of poetry in his spiritual perception. He was a good reader and critic, and his judgment on poetry was to the ground of it. He could not be deceived as to the presence or absence of the poetic element in any composition, and his thirst for this made him negli- gent and perhaps scornful of superScial graces. He would pass by many delicate rhythms, but he would have detected every live stanza or line in a volume, and knew very well where to Snd an equal poetic charm in prose. He was so enamored of the spiritual beauty that he held all actual written poems in very light esteem in the comparison. He admired Æschylus and Pindar;5 but, when some one was commending them, he said that “Æschylus and the Greeks, in describing Apollo and Orpheus, had given no song, or no good one. They ought not to have moved trees, but to have chanted to the gods such a hymn as would have sung all their old ideas out of their heads, and new ones in.” His own verses are often rude and defective. The gold does not yet run pure, is drossy and crude. The thyme and marjoram are not yet honey. But if he want lyric Sneness and technical merits, if he have not the poetic temperament, he never lacks the causal thought, showing that his genius was better than his talent. He knew the worth of the Imagination for the uplifting and consolation of human life, and liked to throw every thought into a symbol. The fact you tell is of no value, but only the impression. For this reason his presence was poetic, always piqued the curiosity to know more deeply the secrets of his mind. He had many reserves, an unwilling- ness to exhibit to profane eyes what was still sacred in his own, and knew well how to throw a poetic veil over his experience. All readers of “Walden” will remember his mythical record of his disappointments:—

“I long ago lost a hound, a bay horse, and a turtle- dove, and am still on their trail. Many are the travellers I have spoken concerning them, describ- ing their tracks, and what calls they answered to. I have met one or two who had heard the hound, and the tramp of the horse, and even seen the dove disappear behind a cloud; and they seemed as anxious to recover them as if they had lost them themselves.” 6

His riddles were worth the reading, and I conSde, that, if at any time I do not understand the expression, it is yet just. Such was the wealth of his truth that it was not worth his while to use words in vain. His poem entitled “Sympathy” reveals the tenderness under that triple steel of stoicism, and the intellectual subtilty it could animate. His classic poem on “Smoke” sug- gests Simonides,7 but is better than any poem of Simonides. His biography is in his verses. His habitual thought makes all his poetry a hymn to the Cause of causes, the Spirit which viviSes and controls his own.

“I hearing get, who had but ears, And sight, who had but eyes before; I moments live, who lived but years; And truth discern, who knew but learning’s lore.”

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5. Greek lyric poet (c. 518– c. 438 b.c.e.) cele- brated for his mastery of the ode. Aeschylus (525– 456 b.c.e.), Greek tragedian.

6. See Walden, p. 970. 7. Greek lyric poet of the 6th century b.c.e.

8. Both quotations are from Thoreau’s “Inspira- tion” in A Week on the Concord and Merrimack

Rivers (1849). 9. The source of this quotation remains obscure.

And still more in these religious lines:—

“Now chie^y is my natal hour, And only now my prime of life; I will not doubt the love untold, Which not my worth or want hath bought, Which wooed me young, and wooes me old, And to this eve ning hath me brought.”8

Whilst he used in his writings a certain petulance of remark in reference to churches or churchmen, he was a person of a rare, tender, and absolute religion, a person incapable of any profanation, by act or by thought. Of course, the same isolation which belonged to his original thinking and living detached him from the social religious forms. This is neither to be censured nor regretted. Aristotle long ago explained it, when he said, “One who sur- passes his fellow- citizens in virtue is no longer a part of the city. Their law is not for him, since he is a law to himself.”9

Thoreau was sincerity itself, and might fortify the convictions of proph- ets in the ethical laws by his holy living. It was an afSrmative experience which refused to be set aside. A truth- speaker he, capable of the most deep and strict conversation; a physician to the wounds of any soul; a friend, knowing not only the secret of friendship, but almost worshipped by those few persons who resorted to him as their confessor and prophet, and knew the deep value of his mind and great heart. He thought that without reli- gion or devotion of some kind nothing great was ever accomplished: and he thought that the bigoted sectarian had better bear this in mind.

His virtues, of course, sometimes ran into extremes. It was easy to trace to the inexorable demand on all for exact truth that austerity which made this willing hermit more solitary even than he wished. Himself of a perfect pro- bity, he required not less of others. He had a disgust at crime, and no worldly success would cover it. He detected paltering as readily in digniSed and prosperous persons as in beggars, and with equal scorn. Such dangerous frankness was in his dealing that his admirers called him “that terrible Tho- reau,” as if he spoke when silent, and was still present when he had departed. I think the severity of his ideal interfered to deprive him of a healthy sufS- ciency of human society.

The habit of a realist to Snd things the reverse of their appearance inclined him to put every statement in a paradox. A certain habit of antagonism defaced his earlier writings,— a trick of rhetoric not quite outgrown in his later, of substituting for the obvious word and thought its diametrical oppo- site. He praised wild mountains and winter forests for their domestic air, in snow and ice he would Snd sultriness, and commended the wilderness for resembling Rome and Paris. “It was so dry, that you might call it wet.”

The tendency to magnify the moment, to read all the laws of Nature in the one object or one combination under your eye, is of course comic to those who do not share the phi los o pher’s perception of identity. To him there was no such thing as size. The pond was a small ocean; the Atlantic, a large

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Walden Pond. He referred every minute fact to cosmical laws. Though he meant to be just, he seemed haunted by a certain chronic assumption that the science of the day pretended completeness, and he had just found out that the savans1 had neglected to discriminate a par tic u lar botanical vari- ety, had failed to describe the seeds or count the sepals. “That is to say,” we replied, “the blockheads were not born in Concord; but who said they were? It was their unspeakable misfortune to be born in London, or Paris, or Rome; but, poor fellows, they did what they could, considering that they never saw Bateman’s Pond, or Nine- Acre Corner, or Becky- Stow’s Swamp. Besides, what were you sent into the world for, but to add this observation?”

Had his genius been only contemplative, he had been Stted to his life, but with his energy and practical ability he seemed born for great enter- prise and for command; and I so much regret the loss of his rare powers of action, that I cannot help counting it a fault in him that he had no ambition. Wanting this, instead of engineering for all America, he was the captain of a huckleberry- party. Pounding beans is good to the end of pounding empires one of these days; but if, at the end of years, it is still only beans!

But these foibles, real or apparent, were fast vanishing in the incessant growth of a spirit so robust and wise, and which effaced its defeats with new triumphs. His study of Nature was a perpetual ornament to him, and inspired his friends with curiosity to see the world through his eyes, and to hear his adventures. They possessed every kind of interest.

He had many elegances of his own, whilst he scoffed at conventional ele- gance. Thus, he could not bear to hear the sound of his own steps, the grit of gravel; and therefore never willingly walked in the road, but in the grass, on mountains and in woods. His senses were acute, and he remarked that by night every dwelling- house gives out bad air, like a slaughter house. He liked the pure fragrance of melilot.2 He honored certain plants with special regard, and, over all, the pond- lily,—then, the gentian, and the Mikania scandens,3 and “life- everlasting,” and a bass- tree which he visited every year when it bloomed, in the middle of July. He thought the scent a more oracular inqui- sition than the sight,— more oracular and trustworthy. The scent, of course, reveals what is concealed from the other senses. By it he detected earthi- ness. He delighted in echoes, and said they were almost the only kind of kindred voices that he heard. He loved Nature so well, was so happy in her solitude, that he became very jealous of cities, and the sad work which their reSnements and artiSces made with man and his dwelling. The axe was always destroying his forest. “Thank God,” he said, “they cannot cut down the clouds!” “All kinds of Sgures are drawn on the blue ground with this Sbrous white paint.”

I subjoin a few sentences taken from his unpublished manuscripts, not only as rec ords of his thought and feeling, but for their power of description and literary excellence.

“Some circumstantial evidence is very strong, as when you Snd a trout in the milk.”

“The chub is a soft Ssh, and tastes like boiled brown paper salted.”

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1. Learned ones (French). 2. Sweet clover.

3. Climbing hempweed.

4. OfScer or employee responsible for overseeing the workings of a church, including bell ringing.

“The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon, or, perchance, a palace or temple on the earth, and at length the middle- aged man concludes to build a wood- shed with them.”

“The locust z-ing.” “Dev il’s-needles zigzagging along the Nut- Meadow brook.” “Sugar is not so sweet to the palate as sound to the healthy ear.” “I put on some hemlock- boughs, and the rich salt crackling of their leaves

was like mustard to the ear, the crackling of uncountable regiments. Dead trees love the Sre.”

“The bluebird carries the sky on his back.” “The tanager ̂ ies through the green foliage as if it would ignite the leaves.” “If I wish for a horse- hair for my compass- sight, I must go to the stable;

but the hair- bird, with her sharp eyes, goes to the road.” “Immortal water, alive even to the superScies.” “Fire is the most tolerable third party.” “Nature made ferns for pure leaves, to show what she could do in that line.” “No tree has so fair a bole and so handsome an instep as the beech.” “How did these beautiful rainbow- tints get into the shell of the fresh-

water clam, buried in the mud at the bottom of our dark river?” “Hard are the times when the infant’s shoes are second- foot.” “We are strictly conSned to our men to whom we give liberty.” “Nothing is so much to be feared as fear. Atheism may comparatively be

pop u lar with God himself.” “Of what signiScance the things you can forget? A little thought is sex-

ton4 to all the world.” “How can we expect a harvest of thought who have not had a seed- time

of character?” “Only he can be trusted with gifts who can present a face of bronze to

expectations.” “I ask to be melted. You can only ask of the metals that they be tender to

the Sre that melts them. To nought else can they be tender.” There is a ^ower known to botanists, one of the same genus with our

summer plant called “Life- Everlasting,” a Gnaphalium like that, which grows on the most inaccessible cliffs of the Tyrolese mountains, where the chamois dare hardly venture, and which the hunter, tempted by its beauty, and by his love, (for it is im mensely valued by the Swiss maidens), climbs the cliffs to gather, and is sometimes found dead at the foot, with the ^ower in his hand. It is called by botanists the Gnaphalium leontopodium, but by the Swiss Edelweisse, which signiSes Noble Purity. Thoreau seemed to me living in the hope to gather this plant, which belonged to him of right. The scale on which his studies proceeded was so large as to require longevity, and we were the less prepared for his sudden disappearance. The country knows not yet, or in the least part, how great a son it has lost. It seems an injury that he should leave in the midst his broken task, which none else can Snish,— a kind of indignity to so noble a soul, that it should depart out of Nature before yet he has been really shown to his peers for what he is. But he, at least, is content. His soul was made for the noblest society; he had in a short life exhausted

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the capabilities of this world; wherever there is knowledge, wherever there is virtue, wherever there is beauty, he will Snd a home.

1862

Each and All1

Little thinks, in the Seld, yon red- cloaked clown2 Of thee from the hill- top looking down; The heifer that lows in the upland farm, Far- heard, lows not thine ear to charm; The sexton, tolling his bell at noon 5 Deems not that great Napoleon Stops his horse, and lists with delight, Whilst his Sles sweep round yon Alpine height; Nor knowest thou what argument Thy life to thy neighbor’s creed has lent. 10 All are needed by each one; Nothing is fair or good alone. I thought the sparrow’s note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough; I brought him home, in his nest at even;3 15 He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky;— He sang to my ear,— they sang to my eye, The delicate shells lay on the shore; The bubbles of the latest wave 20 Fresh pearls to their enamel gave; And the bellowing of the savage sea Greeted their safe escape to me. I wiped away the weeds and foam, I fetched my sea- born trea sures home; 25 But the poor, unsightly, noisome4 things Had left their beauty on the shore; With the sun, and the sand, and the wild uproar. The lover watched his graceful maid, As ’mid the virgin train she strayed, 30 Nor knew her beauty’s best attire Was woven still by the snow- white choir. At last she came to his hermitage, Like the bird from the woodlands to the cage;— The gay enchantment was undone, 35 A gentle wife, but fairy none. Then I said, ‘I covet truth; Beauty is unripe childhood’s cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.’—

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1. First published in Western Messenger (Febru- ary 1839) as “Each in All.” The text is from Emer- son’s Poems (1847).

2. Rustic. 3. Eve ning. 4. Having an offensive smell.

As I spoke, beneath my feet 40 The ground- pine curled its pretty wreath, Running over the club- moss burrs; I inhaled the violet’s breath; Around me stood the oaks and Srs; Pine- cones and acorns lay on the ground; 45 Over me soared the eternal sky, Full of light and of deity; Again I saw, again I heard, The rolling river, the morning bird;— Beauty through my senses stole; 50 I yielded myself to the perfect whole.

1839, 1847

The Snow- Storm1

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the Selds, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm- house at the garden’s end. 5 The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the house mates sit Around the radiant Sreplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm. Come see the north- wind’s masonry. 10 Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the Serce artiScer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad- handed, his wild work 15 So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he For number or proportion. Mockingly, On coop or kennel he hangs Parian2 wreaths; A swan- like form invests the hidden thorn; Fills up the farmer’s lane from wall to wall, 20 Maugre3 the farmer’s sighs; and, at the gate, A tapering turret overtops the work. And when his hours are numbered, and the world Is all his own, retiring, as he were not, Leaves, when the sun appears, astonished Art 25 To mimic in slow structures, stone by stone, Built in an age, the mad wind’s night- work, The frolic architecture of the snow.

1841, 1847

1. First published in The Dial (January 1841); the text is from Poems (1847). 2. A white marble from the Aegean island of

Paros. 3. Notwithstanding, in spite of (archaic).

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Bacchus1

Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap- roots, reaching through Under the Andes to the Cape,2 Suffered no savor of the earth to scape. 5

Let its grapes the morn salute From a nocturnal root, Which feels the acrid juice Of Styx and Erebus;3 And turns the woe of Night, 10 By its own craft, to a more rich delight.

We buy ashes for bread; We buy diluted wine; Give me of the true,— Whose ample leaves and tendrils curled 15 Among the silver hills of heaven, Draw everlasting dew; Wine of wine, Blood of the world, Form of forms, and mould of statures, 20 That I intoxicated, And by the draught assimilated, May ^oat at plea sure through all natures; The bird- language rightly spell, And that which roses say so well. 25

Wine that is shed Like the torrents of the sun Up the horizon walls, Or like the Atlantic streams, which run When the South Sea calls. 30

Water and bread, Food which needs no transmuting, Rainbow- ̂ owering, wisdom- fruiting, Wine which is already man, Food which teach and reason can. 35

Wine which Music is,— Music and wine are one,— That I, drinking this, Shall hear far Chaos talk with me;

1. The text is from Poems (1847). “Bacchus”: Greek god of wine, also called Dionysus. 2. Cape Horn, at the southern tip of South America.

3. In Greek myth, Styx is the river across which the souls of the dead were ferried, and Erebus is a region of darkness below the earth.

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Kings unborn shall walk with me; 40 And the poor grass shall plot and plan What it will do when it is man. Quickened so, will I unlock Every crypt of every rock.

I thank the joyful juice 45 For all I know;— Winds of remembering Of the ancient being blow, And seeming- solid walls of use Open and ^ow. 50

Pour, Bacchus! the remembering wine; Retrieve the loss of me and mine! Vine for vine be antidote, And the grape requite the lote! Haste to cure the old despair,— 55 Reason in Nature’s lotus4 drenched, The memory of ages quenched; Give them again to shine; Let wine repair what this undid; And where the infection slid, 60 A dazzling memory revive; Refresh the faded tints, Recut the aged prints, And write my old adventures with the pen Which on the Srst day drew, 65 Upon the tablets blue The dancing Pleiads5 and eternal men.

1847

Merlin1

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Thy trivial harp will never please Or Sll my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, peremptory, clear. No jingling serenader’s art, 5 Nor tinkle of piano strings, Can make the wild blood start In its mystic springs.

4. Plant of Greek legend whose fruit, or wine made from the fruit, produced a dreamy forget- fulness in those who consumed it. 5. A constellation that, according to Greek myth, consists of the seven daughters of Atlas, the rebel- lious Titan who was condemned by Zeus to sup-

port the sky on his shoulders. 1. The text is from Poems (1847). “Merlin”: prophet and magician who has a central role in the legends associated with the 6th- century King Arthur and his court.

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The kingly bard Must smite the chords rudely and hard, 10 As with hammer or with mace;

That they may render back Artful thunder, which conveys Secrets of the solar track, Sparks of the supersolar blaze. 15 Merlin’s blows are strokes of fate, Chiming with the forest tone When boughs buffet boughs in the wood; Chiming with the gasp and moan Of the ice- imprisoned ^ood; 20 With the pulse of manly hearts; With the voice of orators; With the din of city arts; With the cannonade of wars; With the marches of the brave; 25 And prayers of might from martyrs’ cave.

Great is the art, Great be the manners, of the bard. He shall not his brain encumber With the coil of rhythm and number; 30 But, leaving rule and pale forethought, He shall aye2 climb For his rhyme. ‘Pass in, pass in,’ the angels say, ‘In to the upper doors, 35 Nor count compartments of the ^oors, But mount to paradise By the stairway of surprise.’

Blameless master of the games, King of sport that never shames, 40 He shall daily joy dispense Hid in song’s sweet in^uence. Things more cheerly live and go, What time the subtle mind Sings aloud the tune whereto 45 Their pulses beat, And march their feet, And their members are combined.

By Sybarites3 beguiled, He shall no task decline: 50 Merlin’s mighty line Extremes of nature reconciled,— Bereaved a tyrant of his will,

2. Always. 3. Those devoted to plea sure, like the inhabitants of the ancient Greek city Sybaris.

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And made the lion mild.4 Songs can the tempest still, 55 Scattered on the stormy air, Mould the year to fair increase,5 And bring in poetic peace.

He shall not seek to weave, In weak, unhappy times, 60 EfScacious rhymes; Wait his returning strength. Bird, that from the nadir’s ^oor To the zenith’s top can soar, The soaring orbit of the muse exceeds that journey’s

length. 65 Nor profane affect to hit Or compass6 that, by meddling wit, Which only the propitious mind Publishes when ’t is inclined. There are open hours 70 When the God’s will sallies free, And the dull idiot might see The ^owing fortunes of a thousand years;— Sudden, at unawares, Self- moved, ^y- to the doors, 75 Nor sword of angels could reveal What they conceal.

II

The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king’s affairs; Balance- loving Nature 80 Made all things in pairs. To every foot its antipode;7 Each color with its counter glowed; To every tone beat answering tones, Higher or graver; 85 Flavor gladly blends with ^avor; Leaf answers leaf upon the bough;8 And match the paired cotyledons. Hands to hands, and feet to feet, In one body grooms and brides; 90 Eldest rite, two married sides In every mortal meet. Light’s far furnace shines, Smelting balls and bars, Forging double stars, 95

4. Allusion to Isaiah 11, which foresees the Mes- siah bringing about peace between the wolf and the lamb. 5. Productivity.

6. Achieve. 7. Opposing foot. 8. Pair of leaves developed by the embryo of a seed plant.

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Glittering twins and trines.9 The animals are sick with love, Lovesick with rhyme; Each with all propitious time Into chorus wove. 100

Like the dancers’ ordered band, Thoughts come also hand in hand; In equal couples mated, Or else alternated; Adding by their mutual gage, 105 One to other, health and age. Solitary fancies go Short- lived wandering to and fro, Most like to bachelors, Or an ungiven maid, 110 Not ancestors, With no posterity to make the lie afraid, Or keep truth undecayed. Perfect- paired as ea gle’s wings, Justice is the rhyme of things; 115 Trade and counting use The self- same tuneful muse; And Nemesis,1 Who with even matches odd, Who athwart space redresses 120 The partial wrong, Fills the just period, And Snishes the song. Subtle rhymes, with ruin rife, Murmur in the house of life, 125 Sung by the Sisters2 as they spin; In perfect time and mea sure they Build and unbuild our echoing clay, As the two twilights3 of the day Fold us music- drunken in. 130

1847

Brahma1

If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again.

9. Sets of three. 1. Greek goddess of retribution and justice. 2. Greek goddesses; the three Fates, who deter- mine fate through their sewing.

3. Dawn and dusk. 1. The text is from the November 1857 Atlantic Monthly. “Brahma”: the creator god of sacred Hindu texts.

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Far or forgot to me is near; 5 Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame.

They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they ^y, I am the wings; 10 I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin2 sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven;3 But thou, meek lover of the good! 15 Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.

1857

Letter to Walt Whitman1

Concord, Massachusetts, 21 July, 1855. Dear sir— I am not blind to the worth of the wonderful gift of “Leaves

of Grass.” I Snd it the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that Amer i ca has yet contributed. I am very happy in reading it, as great power makes us happy. It meets the demand I am always making of what seemed the sterile and stingy nature, as if too much handi work, or too much lymph in the temperament, were making our western wits fat and mean.

I give you joy of your free and brave thought. I have great joy in it. I Snd incomparable things said incomparably well, as they must be. I Snd the courage of treatment which so delights us, and which large perception only can inspire.

I greet you at the beginning of a great career, which yet must have had a long foreground somewhere, for such a start. I rubbed my eyes a little, to see if this sunbeam were no illusion; but the solid sense of the book is a sober certainty. It has the best merits, namely, of fortifying and encouraging.

I did not know until I last night saw the book advertised in a newspaper that I could trust the name as real and available for a post- ofSce. I wish to see my benefactor, and have felt much like striking my tasks and visiting New York to pay you my re spects.

R. W. EMERSON.

2. Members of the highest Hindu caste; origi- nally the priests responsible for ofSciating at reli- gious rites. 3. Seers or saints of ancient Hindu poetry. 1. The text is from Leaves of Grass (Brooklyn, NY: 1856). Emerson wrote this admiring letter to Whitman after reading the Srst edition of Leaves of Grass (1855), which Whitman had sent him.

Whitman may not have received the letter in New York until sometime in September of 1855, and he subsequently distressed Emerson by using the let- ter without his permission to promote the book, publishing it in the New York Tribune of October 10, 1855, and as an appendix to the 1856 edition of Leaves of Grass.

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Native Americans: Removal and Re sis tance

J ust as the great majority of Native American peoples had fought on the side of the British during the Revolutionary War, so too did many Native peoples take the British side in the War of 1812. The reason, at base, was straightforward: Native Americans risked losing much more of their land and their autonomy at the hands of the colonials (1776), later the Americans (1812), than they did at the hands of the British. When the Treaty of Ghent ending the war with Britain was signed in 1814, the United States could at last feel no longer threatened by any Eu ro pe an nation; but the American threat to Native nations was substantially increased.

President James Monroe invited Indian people to the White House in 1822, but things were to be different under his successor, Andrew Jackson. Jackson, who had fought against the Seminoles and Creeks in Florida, was elected president in 1828. “Indian removal”— the relocation of the southeastern tribes to lands west of the Mississippi— was an important part of his agenda. The Cherokees of Georgia were a major target for removal. By the time of Jackson’s election, the Cherokees had a writ- ten language, a constitution modeled after that of the United States, and the Srst newspaper, the Cherokee Phoenix, to publish both in an indigenous language and in En glish. Although the Cherokees, in “memorials” to Congress and in editorials and articles in their newspaper, spoke out strongly against Jackson’s removal policy, Con- gress nonetheless passed the Indian Removal Act in 1830, granting the president the authority to enter into treaties with the eastern tribes for their removal west of the Mississippi River. Finally, in 1838— in spite of frantic protest by many, including Ralph Waldo Emerson— the Cherokees were indeed forcibly removed by federal troops under General WinSeld Scott. They were sent on what would be called the Trail of Tears to “Indian Country,” present- day Oklahoma, a march in winter during which some four thousand people died, out of a population of about thirteen thousand.

Between the passage of the Removal Act and the Trail of Tears came the removal under different auspices of Black Hawk’s Sauk people, the consequence of the so- called Black Hawk War of 1832, the last Indian war fought (for the most part) east of the Mississippi. Black Hawk’s account of some of these matters, documenting removal and re sis tance, is included here.

BLACK HAWK

A member of the Sauk Nation, Black Hawk (1767?– 1838) was born at Saukenuk on the Rock River in western Illinois. The town was destroyed by American militiamen during the Revolutionary War, and this act may well have initiated Black Hawk’s lifelong distrust of and distaste for the Americans. In 1804, when the United States took control of the Louisiana Purchase from France, the Sauk chief Quashquame and some few others were persuaded to sign a treaty at St. Louis ceding

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Sauk lands east of the Mississippi to the federal government. The signers of the treaty believed that they would be permitted to remain on their lands forever in spite of the sale. They did not understand that the document they had signed per- mitted them to remain only until the government sold or otherwise disposed of those lands. In 1816 Black Hawk and other Sauk chiefs signed another treaty, this one conSrming the provisions of the 1804 treaty, but again, as Black Hawk insists, they had no clear idea of what was involved.

By the 1820s, settlers had begun to press into Sauk territory on the Rock River, and by 1829, submitting to the pressures put on them by the advancing Americans, many Sauk agreed to remove west of the Mississippi. The few who remained were forced west by U.S. troops under the command of General Edmund Gaines. Nonetheless, in 1832 Black Hawk led a party back to the Rock River, surely knowing that American opposition would ensue, yet determined to reestablish his people on their traditional homelands. His hopes in this endeavor were strengthened by a half- Sauk, half- Winnebago man named Wabokieshiek or White Cloud, known as the Winnebago Prophet, who had told Black Hawk that the return would be supported by Pottawa- tomi allies as well as by some En glish from Canada. This was not at all the case.

Governor John Reynolds of Illinois proclaimed Black Hawk’s return “an invasion of the state” and called up Sve brigades of volunteers (the young Abraham Lincoln was among them) to join General Gaines, who had orders to force Black Hawk and his people back across the Mississippi. The federal and Illinois troops pursued Black Hawk and his people from the end of June until August 1832. They caught up with them as they were attempting a retreat to the western shore of the Mississippi. The steamboat Warrior, chartered by the U.S. Army, Sred on Black Hawk’s party as they attempted to cross the river, continuing to Sre even as Black Hawk himself waved a white ^ag of surrender. Finally, on August 2, at Bad Axe, a junction of the Mississippi and the Bad Axe River in what is today Wisconsin, the remaining Sauk were attacked in a battle that turned into a massacre, with some three hundred of Black Hawk’s band— many of them women and children— killed, and hundreds taken prisoner. Eight American soldiers died.

Black Hawk was imprisoned and taken east, where he twice met President Jack- son. Returned, Snally, to his people, he participated in the production of the Life of Ma- ka- tai- me- she- kia- kiak, or Black Hawk . . . with an account of the cause and general history of the late war . . . dictated by himself, a narrative of his life published in Cin- cinnati in 1833. It is not clear whether Black Hawk himself initiated the project— if he did, it was probably at the urging of many who had spoken with him in the East— or whether the initiator was John Barton Patterson, a young and ambitious local newspaper editor. Also involved in the making of Black Hawk’s autobiography was Antoine LeClaire, part Pottawatomi, part French, who served as Black Hawk’s interpreter. Upon the autobiography’s publication, there was a predictable question- ing of its authenticity. Roger Nichols’s work convincingly makes the case that Black Hawk did indeed narrate the greater part of what we have, even managing, despite the cumbersome division of labor, to produce what Neil Schmitz has called “a Sauk history advocating a Sauk politics.”

The selection printed here, from the 1833 text published by J. B. Patterson in Cin- cinnati, presents Black Hawk’s strong sense of himself, his ties to his people, and his broad critique of the Americans.

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From Life of Ma- ka- tai- me- she- kia- kiak, or Black Hawk

* * * The great chief at St. Louis having sent word for us to go down and conSrm the treaty of peace, we did not hesitate, but started immediately, that we might smoke the peace- pipe with him. On our arrival, we met the great chiefs in council. They explained to us the words of our Great Father at Washington, accusing us of heinous crimes and divers misdemeanors, par- ticularly in not coming down when Srst invited. We knew very well that our Great Father had deceived us, and thereby forced us to join the British, and could not believe that he had put this speech into the mouths of these chiefs to deliver to us. I was not a civil chief, and consequently made no reply: but our chiefs told the commissioners that “what they had said was a lie!— that our Great Father had sent no such speech, he knowing the situa- tion in which we had been placed had been caused by him!” The white chiefs appeared very angry at this reply, and said they “would break off the treaty with us, and go to war, as they would not be insulted.”

Our chiefs had no intention of insulting them, and told them so—“that they merely wished to explain to them that they had told a lie, without mak- ing them angry; in the same manner that the whites do, when they do not believe what is told them!” The council then proceeded, and the pipe of peace was smoked.

Here, for the Srst time, I touched the goose quill to the treaty— not know- ing, however, that, by that act, I consented to give away my village. Had that been explained to me, I should have opposed it, and never would have signed their treaty, as my recent conduct will clearly prove.1

What do we know of the manner of the laws and customs of the white people? They might buy our bodies for dissection, and we would touch the goose quill to conSrm it, without knowing what we are doing. This was the case with myself and people in touching the goose quill the Srst time.

* * * I returned to my hunting ground, after an absence of one moon. * * * In a short time we came up to our village, and found that the whites had not left it— but that others had come, and that the greater part of our corn- Selds had been enclosed. When we landed, the whites appeared displeased because we had come back. We repaired the lodges that had been left stand- ing, and built others. Ke- o-kuck came to the village; but his object was to persuade others to follow him to the Ioway. He had accomplished nothing towards making arrangements for us to remain, or to exchange other lands for our village. There was no more friendship existing between us. I looked upon him as a coward, and no brave, to abandon his village to be occupied by strangers. What right had these people to our village, and our Selds, which the Great Spirit had given us to live upon?

1. The treaty of May 13, 1816, in which the Sauk of the Rock River reafSrmed the treaty of 1804. But as is clear from Black Hawk’s account, misunderstandings persisted.

My reason teaches me that land cannot be sold. The Great Spirit gave it to his children to live upon, and cultivate, as far as is necessary for their subsis- tence; and so long as they occupy and cultivate it, they have the right to the soil— but if they voluntarily leave it, then any other people have a right to settle upon it. Nothing can be sold, but such things as can be carried away.

In consequence of the improvements of the intruders on our Selds, we found considerable difSculty to get ground to plant a little corn. Some of the whites permitted us to plant small patches in the Selds they had fenced, keeping all the best ground for themselves. Our women had great difSculty in climbing their fences, (being unaccustomed to the kind,) and were ill- treated if they left a rail down.

One of my old friends thought he was safe. His corn- Seld was on a small island of Rock river. He planted his corn; it came up well— but the white man saw it!— he wanted the island, and took his team over, ploughed up the corn, and re- planted it for himself! The old man shed tears; not for himself, but the distress his family would be in if they raised no corn.

The white people brought whisky into our village, made our people drunk, and cheated them out of their horses, guns, and traps! This fraudulent system was carried to such an extent that I apprehended serious difSculties might take place, unless a stop was put to it. Consequently, I visited all the whites and begged them not to sell whisky to my people. One of them continued the practice openly. I took a party of my young men, went to his house, and took out his barrel and broke in the head and turned out the whisky. I did this for fear some of the whites might be killed by my people when drunk.

Our people were treated badly by the whites on many occasions. At one time, a white man beat one of our women cruelly, for pulling a few suckers of corn out of his Seld, to suck, when hungry! At another time, one of our young men was beat with clubs by two white men for opening a fence which crossed our road, to take his horse through. His shoulder blade was broken, and his body badly bruised, from which he soon after died!

Bad, and cruel, as our people were treated by the whites, not one of them was hurt or molested by any of my band. I hope this will prove that we are a peaceable people— having permitted ten men to take possession of our corn- Selds; prevent us from planting corn; burn and destroy our lodges; ill- treat our women; and beat to death our men, without offering re sis tance to their barbarous cruelties. This is a lesson worthy for the white man to learn: to use forbearance when injured.

We acquainted our agent daily with our situation, and through him, the great chief at St. Louis— and hoped that something would be done for us. The whites were complaining at the same time that we were intruding upon their rights! They made themselves out the injured party, and we the intruders! and called loudly to the great war chief to protect their property!

How smooth must be the language of the whites, when they can make right look like wrong, and wrong like right.

During this summer, I happened at Rock Island, when a great chief arrived, (whom I had known as the great chief of Illinois, [governor Cole,] in company with another chief, who, I have been told, is a great writer, [judge Jas. Hall]. I called upon them and begged to explain to them the grievances under which me and my people were laboring, hoping that they could do

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something for us. The great chief, however, did not seem disposed to council with me. He said he was no longer the great chief of Illinois— that his chil- dren had selected another father in his stead, and that he now only ranked as they did. I was surprised at this talk, as I had always heard that he was a good, brave, and great chief. But the white people never appear to be satis- Sed. When they get a good father, they hold councils, (at the suggestion of some bad, ambitious man, who wants the place himself,) and conclude, among themselves, that this man, or some other equally ambitious, would make a better father than they have, and nine times out of ten they don’t get as good a one again.

I insisted on explaining to these two chiefs the true situation of my people. They gave their assent: I rose and made a speech, in which I explained to them the treaty made by Quàsh- quà- me, and three of our braves, accord- ing to the manner the trader and others had explained it to me. I then told them that Quàsh- quà- me and his party denied, positively, having ever sold my village; and that, as I had never known them to lie, I was determined to keep it in possession.

I told them that the white people had already entered our village, burnt our lodges, destroyed our fences, ploughed up our corn, and beat our people: that they had brought whisky into our country, made our people drunk, and taken from them their horses, guns, and traps; and that I had borne all this injury, without suffering any of my braves to raise a hand against the whites.

My object in holding this council, was to get the opinion of these two chiefs, as to the best course for me to pursue. I had appealed in vain, time after time, to our agent, who regularly represented our situation to the great chief at St. Louis, whose duty it was to call upon our Great Father to have justice done to us; but instead of this, we are told that the white people want our country, and we must leave it to them!

I did not think it possible that our Great Father wished us to leave our village, where we had lived so long, and where the bones of so many of our people had been laid. The great chief said that, as he was no longer a chief, he could do nothing for us; and felt sorry that it was not in his power to aid us— nor did he know how to advise us. Neither of them could do any thing for us; but both evidently appeared very sorry. It would give me great plea- sure, at all times, to take these two chiefs by the hand.

That fall I paid a visit to the agent, before we started to our hunting grounds, to hear if he had any good news for me. He had news! He said that the land on which our village stood was now ordered to be sold to individuals; and that, when sold, our right to remain, by treaty, would be at an end, and that if we returned next spring, we would be forced to remove!

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PETALESHARO

P etalesharo (1797?– 1874)—the name means “generous chief” or “man chief”— was a Skidi (also called Loup) Pawnee, one of four bands of the Pawnee Nation, which occupied lands in the old Missouri Territory. From October 1821 until March 1822, he was one of several Native people brought to Washington for an extended visit. During that time, the National Daily Intelligencer published an article called “Anecdote of a Pawnee Chief,” which told of Petalesharo’s successful efforts, in 1817 and 1820, to prevent young women captured from other tribes from being sacriSced in the Morning Star Ceremony. (The Skidi Pawnees were one of the very few tribes north of what is now the Mexican border to practice human sacriSce.) This account made him a most sought- after person. Petalesharo was one of the Srst Native people to be painted by Charles Bird King for the McKenney- Hall Indian Gallery (the paintings were reproduced in the gallery’s History of the Indian Tribes of North America published in 1838– 44); he was also painted by Samuel F.B. Morse, better known for his invention of Morse code.

The speeches printed here were delivered on February 4, 1822, at a conference attended by President James Monroe. They were Srst published by James Buchanan, British consul for the state of New York, in his Sketches of the North American Indians (1824). The Srst, which is identiSed as having been delivered by “The Pawnee Chief,” is the speech usually referred to as “Petalesharo’s Speech.” But it is followed in Buchanan by a speech assigned to a “Pawnee Loup Chief,” a more likely designation for Petalesharo. Although the date and the occasion for both of these are certain, it is not clear who translated and transcribed the speeches— and, it should be stressed, we do not know whether “Petalesharo’s Speech” was in fact delivered by him or by an unnamed “Pawnee Chief.” The speaker, whoever he may be, like Red Jacket (and others) before him, offers a “sepa- ratist” view of religion and culture, asserting that while the Great Father of the whites may be Sne for them, “there is still another Great Father . . . the Father of us all,” and it is to him that Native peoples continue to adhere. The second speech com- bines what is probably intended simply as good advice for the whites with a warrior’s brief statement of his prowess.

The text is from Buchanan’s Sketches of the North American Indians (1824).

Speech of the Pawnee Chief

My Great Father:— I have travelled a great distance to see you— I have seen you and my heart rejoices. I have heard your words— they have entered one ear and shall not escape the other, and I will carry them to my people as pure as they came from your mouth.

My Great Father:— I am going to speak the truth. The Great Spirit looks down upon us, and I call Him to witness all that may pass between us on this occasion. If I am here now and have seen your people, your houses, your vessels on the big lake, and a great many wonderful things far beyond my comprehension, which appear to have been made by the Great Spirit and placed in your hands, I am indebted to my Father here, who invited me from

home, under whose wings I have been protected.1 Yes, my Great Father, I have travelled with your chief; I have followed him, and trod in his tracks; but there is still another Great Father to whom I am much indebted— it is the Father of us all. Him who made us and placed us on this earth. I feel grateful to the Great Spirit for strengthening my heart for such an undertaking, and for preserving the life which he gave me. The Great Spirit made us all— he made my skin red, and yours white; he placed us on this earth, and intended that we should live differently from each other.

He made the whites to cultivate the earth, and feed on domestic animals; but he made us, red skins, to rove through the uncultivated woods and plains; to feed on wild animals; and to dress with their skins. He also intended that we should go to war— to take scalps—steal horses from and triumph over our enemies— cultivate peace at home, and promote the happiness of each other. I believe there are no people of any colour on this earth who do not believe in the Great Spirit— in rewards, and in punishments. We worship him, but we worship him not as you do. We differ from you in appearance and manners as well as in our customs; and we differ from you in our religion; we have no large houses as you have to worship the Great Spirit in; if we had them to- day, we should want others to- morrow, for we have not, like you, a Sxed habitation— we have no settled home except our villages, where we remain but two moons in twelve. We, like animals, rove through the country, whilst you whites reside between us and heaven but still, my Great Father, we love the Great Spirit— we acknowledge his supreme power— our peace, our health, and our happiness depend upon him, and our lives belong to him— he made us and he can destroy us.

My Great Father:— Some of your good chiefs, as they are called (mission- aries,) have proposed to send some of their good people among us to change our habits, to make us work and live like the white people. I will not tell a  lie— I am going to tell the truth. You love your country— you love your people— you love the manner in which they live, and you think your people brave.— I am like you, my Great Father, I love my country— I love my people— I love the manner in which we live, and think myself and warriors brave. Spare me then, my Father; let me enjoy my country, and pursue the buffalo, and the beaver, and the other wild animals of our country, and I will trade their skins with your people. I have grown up, and lived thus long without work— I am in hopes you will suffer me to die without it. We have plenty of buffalo, beaver, deer and other wild animals— we have also an abundance of horses— we have every thing we want— we have plenty of land, if you will keep your people off of it. My father has a piece on which he lives (Council Bluffs) and we wish him to enjoy it— we have enough without it— but we wish him to live near us to give us good counsel— to keep our ears and eyes open that we may continue to pursue the right road— the road to happiness. He settles all differences between us and the whites, between the red skins themselves— he makes the whites do justice to the red skins, and he makes the red skins do justice to the whites. He saves the effusion of human blood, and restores peace and happiness on the land. You have already sent us a father; it is enough he knows us and we know him— we have conSdence in

1. Pointing to Major O’Fallon [Buchanan’s note].

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him— we keep our eye constantly upon him, and since we have heard your words, we will listen more attentively to his.

It is too soon, my Great Father, to send those good men among us. We are not starving yet— we wish you to permit us to enjoy the chase until the game of our country is exhausted— until the wild animals become extinct. Let us exhaust our present resources before you make us toil and interrupt our happiness— let me continue to live as I have done, and after I have passed to the Good or Evil Spirit from off the wilderness of my present life, the subsis- tence of my children may become so precarious as to need and embrace the assistance of those good people.

There was a time when we did not know the whites— our wants were then fewer than they are now. They were always within our control— we had then seen nothing which we could not get. Before our intercourse with the whites (who have caused such a destruction in our game,) we could lie down to sleep, and when we awoke we would Snd the buffalo feeding around our camp— but now we are killing them for their skins, and feeding the wolves with their ^esh, to make our children cry over their bones.

Here, My Great Father, is a pipe which I present you, as I am accustomed to present pipes to all the red skins in peace with us. It is Slled with such tobacco as we were accustomed to smoke before we knew the white people. It is pleasant, and the spontaneous growth of the most remote parts of our country. I know that the robes, leggins, mockasins, bear- claws, &c., are of little value to you, but we wish you to have them deposited and preserved in some conspicuous part of your lodge, so that when we are gone and the sod turned over our bones, if our children should visit this place, as we do now, they may see and recognize with plea sure the deposites of their fathers; and re^ect on the times that are past.

Speech of the Pawnee Loup Chief

My Great Father:— Whenever I see a white man amongst us without a protec- tor, I tremble for him. I am aware of the ungovernable disposition of some of our young men, and when I see an inexperienced white man, I am always afraid they will make me cry. I now begin to love your people, and, as I love my own people too, I am unwilling that any blood should be spilt between us. You are unacquainted with our fashions, and we are unacquainted with yours; and when any of your people come among us, I am always afraid that they will be struck on the head like dogs, as we should be here amongst you, but for our father in whose tracks we tread. When your people come among us, they should come as we come among you, with some one to protect them, whom we know and who knows us. Until this chief came amongst us, three winters since, we roved through the plains only thirsting for each other’s blood— we were blind— we could not see the right road, and we hunted to destroy each other. We were always feeling for obstacles, and every thing we felt we thought one. Our warriors were always going to and coming from war. I myself have killed and scalped in every direction. I have often triumphed over my enemies.

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ELIAS BOUDINOT

E lias Boudinot (1804?– 1839) was born at Oothcaloga, a Cherokee “progressive” town, in northwestern Georgia. His birth name was Gallegina, and he was also called Buck Watie. His father, Oo’watie, or David Watie, sent him at the age of six to a nearby Moravian mission school, where he continued until he was seventeen, at which time he set out north for another mission school, this one in Cornwall, Connecticut. It was on this trip that Buck Watie met the el der ly Elias Boudinot, who had been a member of the Continental Congress and was at the time president of the American Bible Society. Consistent with an old Cherokee practice of chang- ing names and with a newer Cherokee practice of adopting the names of prominent whites, Buck Watie became Elias Boudinot.

Although his uncle was the “progressive” assimilationist Major Ridge, whose pic- ture says a good deal about him (see the color insert to this volume), and his younger brother, Stand Watie, joined white Southerners to become the last Confederate general to surrender to the North in the Civil War, Boudinot opposed removal until some time in 1832. In what is probably his best-known work, “An Address to the Whites,” delivered in Philadelphia in 1826, Boudinot makes the same case that the “Memorial” of the Cherokee Council would make to Congress opposing removal: he insists that not only are his people able to attain Christianity and “civilization” but that they are well on the way to those attainments. About two years after the pas- sage of the Indian Removal Act in 1830 and, in par tic u lar, once Georgia had insti- tuted a lottery to dispose of Cherokee lands to white citizens of the state, Boudinot concluded that further re sis tance to removal was hopeless.

In 1835, he, his uncle Major Ridge, and a small number of wealthy Cherokee plant- ers met at New Echota, where, on December 29, they signed the Treaty of New Echota, agreeing to exchange Cherokee lands in the southeast for land in Indian Country, present- day Oklahoma. Boudinot and his family went west before the Trail of Tears and so were already established when the last of the Cherokee people to survive the forced march arrived in Indian Country in early spring 1839. In June of that year, several Cherokees came to Boudinot to ask for medicine. Two followed him as he led them to the mission dispensary and then attacked him with a knife and a tomahawk, leaving him to die. That same day, his relatives Major Ridge and John Ridge were also killed for their part in signing the treaty. The murderers very likely acted in accord with a traditional practice of vengeance, taking lives in recompense for the lives of those who had died on the trail, and also in accord with a law passed by the Cherokee Council in 1829 making it a capital crime to cede Cherokee lands.

The selection printed here is from the Srst issue of the Cherokee Phoenix, dated February 21, 1828. Boudinot edited the paper until 1832, when the Cherokee Council asked him to withdraw because of his support for removal. The Phoenix was the Srst American newspaper to print an Indian language (in the syllabary that the Cherokee silversmith Sequoyah [c. 1770–1843] had invented in 1821); it also printed articles in En glish. Boudinot alerts his readers, white and Indian, to the fact that “the design of this paper . . . is [for] the beneSt of the Cherokees.”

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From the Cherokee Phoenix To the Public

february 21, 1828

We are happy in being able, at length, to issue the Srst number of our paper, although after a longer delay than we anticipated. This delay has been owing to unavoidable circumstances, which, we think, will be sufScient to acquit us, and though our readers and patrons may be wearied in the expectation of gratifying their eyes on this paper of no ordinary novelty, yet we hope their patience will not be so exhausted, but that they will give it a calm perusal and pass upon it a candid judgment. It is far from our expectation that it will meet with entire and universal approbation, particularly from those who con- sider learning and science necessary to the merits of newspapers. Such must not expect to be gratiSed here, for the merits, (if merits they can be called,) on which our paper is expected to exist, are not alike with those which keep alive the po liti cal and religious papers of the day. We lay no claim to exten- sive information; and we sincerely hope, this public disclosure will save us from the severe criticisms, to which our ignorance of many things, will frequently expose us, in the future of our editorial labors.— Let the public but consider our motives, and the design of this paper, which is, the beneSt of the Cherokees, and we are sure, those who wish well to the Indian race, will keep out of view all failings and deSciencies of the Editor, and give a prompt support to the Srst paper ever published in an Indian country, and under the direction of some remnants of those, who by the most mysterious course of providence, have dwindled into oblivion. To prevent us from the like destiny, is certainly a laudable undertaking, which the Christian, the Patriot, and the Philanthropist will not be ashamed to aid. Many are now engaged, by various means and with various success, in attempting to rescue, not only us, but all our kindred tribes, from the impending danger which has been so fatal to our forefathers; and we are happy to be in a situation to tender them our public ac know ledg ments for their unwearied efforts. Our present under- taking is intended to be nothing more than a feeble auxiliary to these efforts. Those therefore, who are engaged for the good of the Indians of every tribe, and who pray that salvation, peace, and the comforts of civilized life may be extended to every Indian Sre side on this continent, will consider us as co- workers together in their benevolent labors. To them we make our appeal for patronage, and pledge ourselves to encourage and assist them, in what ever appears to be for the beneSt of the Aborigines.

In the commencement of our labours, it is due to our readers that we should acquaint them with the general principles, which we have prescribed to ourselves as rules in conducting this paper. These principles we shall accordingly state brie^y. It may, however, be proper to observe that the estab- lishment which has been lately purchased, principally with the charities of our white brethren, is the property of the Nation, and that the paper, which is now offered to the public, is patronized by, and under the direction of, the Cherokee Legislature, as will be seen in the Prospectus already before the public. As servants, we are bound to that body, from which, however, we have not received any instructions, but are left at liberty to form such regulations

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for our conduct as will appear to us most conducive to the interests of the people, for whose beneSt, this paper has been established.

As the Phoenix is a national newspaper, we shall feel ourselves bound to devote it to national purposes. “The laws and public documents of the Nation,” and matters relating to the welfare and condition of the Cherokees as a people, will be faithfully published in En glish and Cherokee.

As the liberty of the press is so essential to the improvement of the mind, we shall consider our paper, a free paper, with, however, proper and usual restrictions. We shall reserve to ourselves the liberty of rejecting such com- munications as tend to evil, and such as are too intemperate and too personal. But the columns of this paper shall always be open to free and temperate discussions on matters of politics, religion, &c.

We shall avoid as much as possible, controversy on disputed doctrinal points in religion. Though we have our par tic u lar belief on this important subject, and perhaps are as strenuous upon it, as some of our brethren of a different faith, yet we conscientiously think, & in this thought we are sup- ported by men of judgment that it would be injudicious, perhaps highly perni- cious, to introduce to this people, the various minor differences of Christians. Our object is not sectarian, and if we had a wish to support, in our paper, the denomination with which we have the honor and privilege of being con- nected, yet we know our incompetency for the task.

We will not unnecessarily intermeddle with the politics and affairs of our neighbors. As we have no par tic u lar interest in the concerns of the surrounding

The masthead of the Cherokee Phoenix, the Srst newspaper in both a Native language and English, illustrates the complex cultural and political situation of the Cherokee Nation at the time. The two words on either side of the phoenix are in the Cherokee syllabary invented by Sequoyah. They are pronounced roughly Tsa-la-gi Tsi-le-hi-sa-ni. The Srst word means “Cherokee”—as in the English below it—but the second word—unlike the English below it—does not mean “Phoenix” (there is no word in Cherokee for “phoenix”), but, rather, “I was down and I have risen” or “I will rise again” (the latter invokes both a phoenix and Christ). In putting the word PROTECTION between the bird’s wings, the Cherokees mean to remind the federal government of its responsibility to protect them from the threats of the state of Georgia.

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states, we shall only expose ourselves to contempt and ridicule by improper intrusion. And though at times, we should do ourselves injustice, to be silent, on matters of great interest to the Cherokees, yet we will not return railing for railing, but consult mildness, for we have been taught to believe, that “A soft answer turneth away wrath; but grievous words stir up anger.” The unpleasant controversy existing with the state of Georgia, of which, many of our readers are aware, will frequently make our situation trying, by having hard sayings and threatenings thrown out against us, a specimen of which will be found in our next. We pray God that we may be delivered from such spirit.

In regard to the controversy with Georgia, and the present policy of the General Government, in removing, and concentrating the Indians, out of the limits of any state, which, by the way, appears to be gaining strength, we will invariably and faithfully state the feelings of the majority of our people. Our views, as a people, on this subject, have been sadly misrepresented. These views we do not wish to conceal, but are willing that the public should know what we think of this policy, which, in our opinion, if carried into effect, will prove pernicious to us.

* * * In Sne, we shall pay a sacred regard to truth, and avoid, as much as possi- ble, that partiality to which we shall be exposed. In relating facts of a local nature, whether po liti cal, moral, or religious, we shall take care that exag- geration shall not be our crime. We shall also feel ourselves bound to correct all mistatements, relating to the present condition of the Cherokees.

How far we shall be successful in advancing the improvement of our people, is not now for us to decide. We hope, however, our efforts will not be altogether in vain.— Now is the moment when mere speculation on the prac- ticability of civilizing us is out of the question. SufScient and repeated evi- dence has been given, that Indians can be reclaimed from a savage state, and that with proper advantages, they are as capable of improvement in mind as any other people; and let it be remembered, notwithstanding the assertions of those who talk to the contrary, that this improvement can be made, not only by the Cherokees, but by all the Indians, in their present locations. We are rendered bold in making this assertion, by considering the history of our people within the last Sfteen years. There was a time within our remem- brance, when darkness was sadly prevalent, and ignorance abounded amongst us— when strong and deep rooted prejudices were directed against many things relating to civilized life— and when it was thought a disgrace, for a Cherokee to appear in the costume of a white man. We mention these things not by way of boasting, but to shew our readers that it is not a visionary thing to attempt to civilize and christianize all the Indians, but highly practicable.

* * * We would now commit our feeble efforts to the good will and indulgence of the public, praying that God will attend them with his blessing, and hoping for that happy period, when all the Indian tribes of America shall arise, Phoe- nix like, from their ashes, and when the terms, “Indian depredation,” “war- whoop,” “scalping knife” and the like, shall become obsolete, and for ever be “buried deep under ground.”

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THE CHEROKEE MEMORIALS

I n 1828, Andrew Jackson, largely on his reputation as an Indian Sghter, was elected president of the United States. In 1829, gold was discovered in Dahlonega on the western boundary of the Cherokee Nation in the state of Georgia. Georgia had for some time wished to rid itself of its Indian population, and the time seemed right to press the issue. Bills for the removal of the eastern Indians were introduced in both houses of Congress early in 1830; debate on the Removal Bill had begun in the House on February 24.

Anticipating these developments, the Cherokee Council had prepared a “memorial”— essentially a petition to Congress— as early as November 1829, which was received by the House in February of the following year, shortly before the ofScial debate began. The memorial was probably authored for the most part by the clerk of the council, John Ridge, who had not yet broken with the “traditionalist” Cherokees, led by the principal chief John Ross, who were Srmly opposed to removal. The memorial begins with what must be an intentional, although unstated, reference to the Declaration of In de pen dence. Whereas the Declaration made known to the world the “long rain of abuses and usurpations” for which the British king George III was responsible, the Cherokee memorial establishes the wrongs done by his namesake state, Georgia, petitioning the Congress of the United States— the same body that had adopted the Declaration— for redress of grievances. Although the American colonists had had to declare their in de pen dence, the Cherokees instead af"rm theirs. As they demonstrate, they have always been treated by the American colonials and the United States as a sovereign nation.

Acknowledging that Georgia and the president have the power to force them to unfamiliar land west of the Mississippi, the Cherokee Council insists that the use of such power would lead to an unjust and unhappy fate for the Cherokee Nation. In the ^orid language of the period, the council offers its vision of Cherokee advancement “in civilized life . . . science and Christian knowledge,” on the lands they have long occupied.

This vision did not prevail. Basing his authority on the Treaty of New Echota— signed in 1835 by a minority of Cherokees— Jackson ordered the Cherokees to remove by the spring of 1838. Some moved west before that date. But the vast majority of the eastern Cherokee Nation refused to leave their homes. Thus it was that federal troops under the command of General WinSeld Scott came to enforce the treaty. In the fall and winter of 1838– 39, some thirteen thousand Cherokees were driven westward on what has come to be known as the Trail of Tears. Roughly one- third of them, about four thousand people, died en route. The survivors reached Indian Country, in what would eventually become Oklahoma, in the early spring of 1839.

Memorial of the Cherokee Council, November 5, 1829

To the Honorable Senate and House of Representatives of the United States of America in Congress assembled:

We, the representatives of the people of the Cherokee nation, in general council convened, compelled by a sense of duty we owe to ourselves and nation, and conSding in the justice of your honorable bodies, address and

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make known to you the grievances which disturb the quiet repose and har- mony of our citizens, and the dangers by which we are surrounded. Extraor- dinary as this course may appear to you, the circumstances that have imposed upon us this duty we deem sufScient to justify the mea sure; and our safety as individuals, and as a nation, require that we should be heard by the immedi- ate representatives of the people of the United States, whose humanity and magnanimity, by permission and will of Heaven, may yet preserve us from ruin and extinction.

The authorities of Georgia have recently and unexpectedly assumed a doctrine, horrid in its aspect, and fatal in its consequences to us, and utterly at variance with the laws of nations, of the United States, and the subsist- ing treaties between us, and the known history of said State, of this nation, and of the United States. She claims the exercise of sovereignty over this nation; and has threatened and decreed the extension of her jurisdictional limits over our people. The Executive of the United States, through the Secretary of War,1 in a letter to our delegation of the 18th April last, has recognised this right to be abiding in, and possessed by, the State of Geor- gia; by the Declaration of In de pen dence, and the treaty of peace concluded between the United States and Great Britain in 1783; and which it is urged vested in her all the rights of sovereignty pertaining to Great Britain, and which, in time previously, she claimed and exercised, within the limits of what constituted the “thirteen United States.” It is a subject of vast impor- tance to know whether the power of self- government abided in the Chero- kee nation at the discovery of America, three hundred and thirty- seven years ago; and whether it was in any manner affected or destroyed by the charters of Eu ro pe an potentates. It is evident from facts deducible from known history, that the Indians were found here by the white man, in the enjoyment of plenty and peace, and all the rights of soil and domain, inher- ited from their ancestors from time immemorial, well furnished with kings, chiefs, and warriors, the bulwarks of liberty, and the pride of their race. Great Britain established with them relationships of friendship and alliance, and at no time did she treat them as subjects, and as tenants at will, to her power. In war she fought them as a separate people, and they resisted her as a nation. In peace, she spoke the language of friendship, and they replied in the voice of in de pen dence, and frequently assisted her as allies, at their choice to Sght her enemies in their own way and discipline, subject to the control of their own chiefs, and unaccountable to Eu ro pe an ofScers and military law. Such was the connexion of this nation to Great Britain, to wit, that of friendship, and not allegiance, to the period of the declaration of In de pen dence by the United States, and during the Revolutionary contest, down to the treaty of peace between the United States and Great Britain, forty- six years ago, when she abandoned all hopes of conquest, and at the same time abandoned her Cherokee allies to the difSculties in which they had been involved, either to continue the war, or procure peace on the best terms they could, and close the scenes of carnage and blood, that had so long

1. I.e., John Eaton. President Andrew Jackson (the “Executive of the United States”) believed that treating the Indians as sovereign nations was a mistake and that Indian occupancy of lands

within the United States was simply owing to the generosity and goodwill of the federal government and the states in question.

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been witnessed and experienced by both parties. Peace was at last concluded at Hopewell, in ’85, under the administration of Washington, by “the Com- missioners, Plenipotentiaries of the United States in Congress assembled”; and the Cherokees were received “into the favor and protection of the United States of America.” It remains to be proved, under a view of all these circumstances, and the knowledge we have of history, how our right to self- government was affected and destroyed by the Declaration of In de pen- dence, which never noticed the subject of Cherokee sovereignty; and the treaty of peace, in ’83, between Great Britain and the United States, to which the Cherokees were not a party; but maintained hostilities on their part to the treaty of Hopewell, afterwards concluded. If, as it is stated by the Hon. Secretary of War, that the Cherokees were mere tenants at will,2 and only permitted to enjoy possession of the soil to pursue game; and if the States of North Carolina and Georgia were sovereigns in truth and in right over us; why did President Washington send “Commissioners Plenipoten- tiaries” to treat with the subjects of those States? Why did they permit the chiefs and warriors to enter into treaty, when, if they were subjects, they had grossly rebelled and revolted from their allegiance? And why did not those sovereigns make their lives pay the forfeit of their guilt, agreeably to the laws of said States? The answer must be plain— they were not subjects, but a distinct nation, and in that light viewed by Washington, and by all the people of the Union, at that period. In the Srst and second articles of the Hopewell treaty, and the third article of the Holston treaty,3 the United States and the Cherokee nation were bound to a mutual exchange of pris- oners taken during the war; which incontrovertibly proves the possession of sovereignty by both contracting parties. It ought to be remembered too, in the conclusions of the treaties to which we have referred, and most of the treaties subsisting between the United States and this nation, that the phraseology, composition, etc. was always written by the Commissioners, on the part of the United States, for obvious reasons: as the Cherokees were unacquainted with letters. Again, in the Holston treaty, eleventh article, the following remarkable evidence is contained that our nation is not under the jurisdiction of any State: “If any citizen or inhabitant of the United States, or of either of the territorial districts of the United States, shall go  into any town, settlement, or territory, belonging to the Cherokees, and shall there commit any crime upon, or trespass against, the person or property of any peaceable and friendly Indian or Indians, which, if committed

2. I.e., the will of the states and the federal gov- ernment “to allow” the Cherokees to live on their own ancestral lands. These lands came into the possession of the United States as a result of the Declaration of In de pen dence and victory in the Revolutionary War. The Treaty of Hopewell, signed November 28, 1785, was the Srst treaty between the Cherokees and the United States enacted after the Revolutionary War. It estab- lished the boundaries of Cherokee lands and was negotiated as an agreement between two sover- eign nations. The Cherokees refer to the treaty to show that they were formerly recognized as an in de pen dent nation and should still be treated as

such. This argument remains in force today. 3. Signed July 2, 1791, this treaty gave the federal government (not the states) exclusive right to reg- ulate all citizens’ trade with the Cherokees and redrew the boundaries, much encroached on by the settlers, of Cherokee lands. It also afSrmed “Perpetual peace between the United States and the Cherokee Nation,” and forbade non- Cherokee persons from hunting on or traversing Cherokee lands without a passport issued by the federal gov- ernment. The Cherokees cite this as further evi- dence of their having been treated as a sovereign nation in the past.

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within the jurisdiction of any State, or within the jurisdiction of either of the said districts, against a citizen or any white inhabitant thereof, would be punishable by the laws of such State or district, such offender or offenders shall be proceeded against in the same manner as if the offence had been committed within the jurisdiction of the State or district to which he or they may belong, against a citizen or white inhabitant thereof.” The power of a State may put our national existence under its feet, and coerce us into her jurisdiction; but it would be contrary to legal right, and the plighted faith of the United States’ Government. It is said by Georgia and the Honorable Secretary of War, that one sovereignty cannot exist within another, and, therefore, we must yield to the stronger power; but is not this doctrine favorable to our Government, which does not interfere with that of any other? Our sovereignty and right of enforcing legal enactments, extend no further than our territorial limits, and that of Georgia is, and has always terminated at, her limits. The constitution of the United States (article 6) contains these words: “All treaties made under the authority of the United States shall be the supreme law of the land, and the judges in every State shall be bound thereby, any thing in the laws or constitution of any State to the contrary notwithstanding.” The sacredness of treaties, made under the authority of the United States, is paramount and supreme, stronger than the laws and constitution of any State. The jurisdiction, then, of our nation over its soil is settled by the laws, treaties, and constitution of the United States, and has been exercised from time out of memory.

Georgia has objected to the adoption, on our part, of a constitutional form of government, and which has in no wise violated the intercourse and connexion which bind us to the United States, its constitution, and the treaties thereupon founded, and in existence between us. As a distinct nation, notwithstanding any unpleasant feelings it might have created to a neighboring State, we had a right to improve our Government, suitable to the moral, civil, and intellectual advancement of our people; and had we anticipated any notice of it, it was the voice of encouragement by an approv- ing world. We would, also, while on this subject, refer your attention to the memorial and protest submitted before your honorable bodies, during the last session of Congress, by our delegation then at Washington.

Permit us, also, to make known to you the aggrieved and unpleasant situ- ation under which we are placed by the claim which Georgia has set up to a  large portion of our territory, under the treaty of the Indian Springs concluded with the late General M’Intosh4 and his party; and which was declared void, and of no effect, by a subsequent treaty between the Creek Nation and the United States, at Washington City. The President of the United States, through the Secretary of War, assured our delegation, that, so far as he understood the Cherokees had rights, protection should be afforded; and, respecting the intrusions on our lands, he had been advised,

4. General William McIntosh was a Creek Indian leader who signed the Treaty of Indian Springs on February 12, 1785. The treaty ceded Creek lands to the state of Georgia and agreed to the removal of the Creeks to west of the Mississippi. But the Creeks had earlier denied McIntosh’s right to act

on their behalf and did not honor the treaty. McIntosh was assassinated, and John Ridge and David Vann were engaged to negotiate a new treaty, the “subsequent treaty” referred to later in the sentence.

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“and instructions had been forwarded to the agent of the Cherokees, direct- ing him to cause their removal; and earnestly hoped, that, on this matter, all cause for future complaint would cease, and the order prove effectual.” In consequence of the agent’s neglecting to comply with the instructions, and a suspension of the order made by the Secretary afterwards, our border citizens are at this time placed under the most unfortunate circumstances, by the intrusions of citizens of the United States, and which are almost daily increasing, in consequence of the suspension of the once contemplated “effectual order.” Many of our people are experiencing all the evils of per- sonal insult, and, in some instances, expulsion from their homes, and loss of property, from the unrestrained intruders let loose upon us, and the encouragement they are allowed to enjoy, under the last order to the agent for this nation, which amounts to a suspension of the force of treaties, and the wholesome operation of the intercourse laws5 of the United States. The reason alleged by the War Department for this suspension is, that it had been requested so to do, until the claim the State of Georgia has made to a portion of the Cherokee country be determined; and the intruders are to remain unmolested within the border limits of this nation. We beg leave to protest against this unpre ce dented procedure. If the State of Georgia has a claim to any portion of our lands, and is entitled by law and justice to them, let her seek through a legal channel to establish it; and we do hope that the United States will not suffer her to take possession of them forcibly, and investigate her claim afterwards.

Arguments to effect the emigration of our people, and to escape the trou- bles and disquietudes incident to a residence contiguous to the whites, have been urged upon us, and the arm of protection has been withheld, that we may experience still deeper and ampler proofs of the correctness of the doc- trine; but we still adhere to what is right and agreeable to ourselves; and our attachment to the soil of our ancestors is too strong to be shaken. We have been invited to a retrospective view of the past history of Indians, who have melted away before the light of civilization, and the mountains of difSculties that have opposed our race in their advancement in civilized life. We have done so; and, while we deplore the fate of thousands of our complexion and kind, we rejoice that our nation stands and grows a lasting monument of God’s mercy, and a durable contradiction to the misconceived opinion that the aborigines are incapable of civilization. The opposing mountains, that cast fearful shadows in the road of Cherokee improvement, have dispersed into vernal clouds; and our people stand adorned with the ^owers of achievement ^ourishing around them, and are encouraged to secure the attainment of all that is useful in science and Christian knowledge.

Under the fostering care of the United States we have thus prospered; and shall we expect approbation, or shall we sink under the dis plea sure and rebukes of our enemies?

We now look with earnest expectation to your honorable bodies for redress, and that our national existence may not be extinguished before a prompt and effectual interposition is afforded in our behalf. The faith of your Government is solemnly pledged for our protection against all illegal

5. Laws regulating trade.

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oppressions, so long as we remain Srm to our treaties; and that we have, for a long series of years, proved to be true and loyal friends, the known history of past events abundantly proves. Your Chief Magistrate himself6 has borne testimony of our devotedness in supporting the cause of the United States, during their late con^ict with a foreign foe. It is with reluctant and painful feelings that circumstances have at length compelled us to seek from you the promised protection, for the preservation of our rights and privileges. This resort to us is a last one, and nothing short of the threatening evils and dangers that beset us could have forced it upon the nation but it is a right we surely have, and in which we cannot be mistaken— that of appealing for justice and humanity to the United States, under whose kind and foster- ing care we have been led to the present degree of civilization, and the enjoy- ment of its consequent blessings. Having said thus much, with patience we shall await the Snal issue of your wise deliberations.

6. John Marshall, chief justice of the Supreme Court.

RALPH WALDO EMERSON

R alph Waldo Emerson (1803– 1882) was perhaps the most important American thinker of the Srst half of the nineteenth century and a strong in^uence on Thoreau and Walt Whitman, among others. Although he knew some of the New En gland abolitionists, he did not himself become active in the cause until the 1850s. In regard to the American Indians, Emerson seems to have shared the gen- eral eastern distaste for President Andrew Jackson’s removal policies, although it is only in his letter to Jackson’s successor, Martin Van Buren, reprinted here, that he committed himself publicly to the Cherokees’ cause.

Emerson seems to have learned of the imminent removal of the Cherokees only on April 19, 1838, writing in his journal, “I can do nothing. Why shriek? Why strike inef- fectual blows?” Yet the following day he composed the Srst draft of his letter to Van Buren, noting in his journal, “The amount of [it], [to] be sure, is merely a Scream but sometimes a scream is better than a thesis.” The following day he recorded his sense that this was “A deliverance that does not deliver the soul.” Clearly, writing this letter was not an easy thing for him to do.

The letter does not seem ever to have been sent directly to Van Buren. Under the heading of “Communication,” it was published, “with some reluctance” on the part of the proprietors of the National Daily Intelligencer, in the issue of May 14, 1838, next appearing on May 19 in the Yeoman’s Gazette in Concord. The earliest version we have been able to Snd is from the New Bedford Mercury of May 25, 1838, the source of the text below.

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Letter to Martin Van Buren President of the United States

Concord, Mass. 23d April, 1838.

Sir—The seat you Sll, places you in a relation of credit and dearness to every citizen. By right, and natural position, every citizen is your friend. Before any acts contrary to his own judgement or interest have repelled the affections of any man, each may look with trust and loving anticipations to your government. Each has the highest right to call your attention to such subjects as are of a public nature and properly belong to the chief magistrate; and the good magistrate will feel a joy in meeting such conSdence. In this belief, and at the instance of a few of my friends and neighbors, I crave of your patience a short hearing for their sentiments and my own; and the circumstance that my name will be utterly unknown to you, will only give the fairer chance to your equitable construction of what I have to say.

Sir, my communication respects the sinister rumours that Sll this part of the country concerning the Cherokee people. The interest always felt in the Aboriginal Population— an interest naturally growing as that decays— has been heightened in regard to this tribe. Even in our distant state, some good rumor of their worth and civility has arrived. We have learned with joy their improvement in social arts. We have read their newspapers. We have seen some of them in our schools and colleges. In common with the great body of the American people we have witnessed with sympathy the painful labors of these red men to redeem their own race from the doom of eternal inferiority, and to borrow and domesticate in the tribe, the arts and customs of the cau- casian race. And notwithstanding the unaccountable apathy with which of late years the Indians have been sometimes abandoned to their enemies, it is not to be doubted that it is the good plea sure and the understanding of all humane persons in the republic— of the men and the matrons sitting in the thriving in de pen dent families all over the land, that they shall be duly cared for, that they shall taste justice and love from all to whom we have delegated the ofSce of dealing with them.

The newspapers now inform us, that, in December 1835, a treaty con- tracting for the exchange of all the Cherokee territory, was pretended to be made by an agent on the part of the United States with some persons appearing on the part of the Cherokees; that the fact afterwards transpired that these deputies did by no means represent the will of the nation, and that out of eigh teen thousand souls composing the nation, Sfteen thousand six hundred and sixty eight have protested against the so called Treaty. It now appears that the Government of the United States choose to hold the Cherokees to this sham treaty, and are proceeding to execute the same. Almost the entire Cherokee nation stand up and say, “This is not our act. Behold us. Here are we. Do not mistake that handful of deserters for us,” and the American President and his Cabinet, the Senate and the House of Representatives neither hear these men nor see them, and are contracting to put this nation into carts and boats and to drag them over mountains and rivers to a wilderness at a vast distance beyond the Mississippi.— And a paper purporting to be an army order, taxes a month from this day, as the hour for this doleful removal.

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In the name of God, Sir, we ask you if this be so? Do the newspapers rightly inform us? Men and women with pale and perplexed faces meet one another in streets and churches here, and ask if this be so? We have inquired if this be a gross misrepre sen ta tion from the party opposed to the Govern- ment and anxious to blacken it with the people. We have looked in newspa- pers of different parties, and Snd a horrid conSrmation of the tale. We are slow to believe it. We hoped the Indians were misinformed and their remon- strance was premature, and will turn out to be a needless act of terror. The piety, the principle that is left in these United States,— if only its coarsest form, a regard to the speech of men, forbid us to entertain it as a fact. Such a dereliction of all faith and virtue, such a denial of justice and such deafness to screams for mercy, were never heard of in times of peace, and in the deal- ing of a nation with its own allies and wards, since the earth was made. Sir, does this Government think that the people of the United States are become savage and mad? From their mind are the sentiments of love and of a good nature wiped clean out? The soul of man, the justice, the mercy, that is the heart’s heart in all men from Maine to Georgia, does abhor this business.

In speaking thus the sentiments of my neighbors and my own, perhaps I overstep the bounds of decorum. But would it not be a higher indecorum, coldly to argue a matter like this? We only state the fact that a crime is pro- jected that confounds our understandings by its magnitude,— a crime that really deprives us as well as the Cherokees of a country, for how could we call the conspiracy that should crush these poor Indians, our Government, or the land that was cursed by their parting and dying imprecations, our country, any more? You, Sir, will bring down that renowned chair in which you sit into infamy, if your seal is set to this instrument of perSdy, and the name of this nation, hitherto the sweet omen of religion and liberty, will stink to the world.

You will not do us the injustice of connecting this remonstrance with any sectional or party feeling.— It is in our hearts the simplest commandment of brotherly love. We will not have this great and solemn claim upon national and human justice huddled aside under the ^imsy plea of its being a party act. Sir, to us the questions upon which the government and the people have been agitated during the past year touching the prostration of the cur- rency and of trade, seem but motes in comparison. The hard times, it is true, have brought this discussion home to every farm house and poor man’s house in this town; but it is the chirping of grasshoppers beside the immortal ques- tion whether justice shall be done by the race of civilized, to the race of sav- age man; whether all the attributes of reason, of civility, of justice, and even of mercy, shall be put off by the American people, and so vast an outrage upon the Cherokee nation, and upon human nature, shall be consummated.

One circumstance lessens the reluctance with which I intrude at this time on your attention, my conviction that the government ought to be admon- ished of a new historical fact which the discussion of this question has dis- closed, namely that there exists in a great part of the northern people, a gloomy difSdence in the moral character of the government. On the broach- ing of this question, a general expression of despondency,— of disbelief that any good will accrue from a remonstrance on an act of fraud and robbery— appeared in those men to whom we naturally turn for aid and counsel. Will the American Government steal? Will it lie? Will it kill?— we ask

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triumphantly. Our wise men shake their heads dubiously. Our counsellers and old statesmen here, say, that ten years ago, they would have staked their life on the afSrmation that the proposed Indian mea sures could not be exe- cuted, that the unanimous country would put them down. And now the steps of this crime follow each other so fast,— at such fatally quick time,— that the millions of virtuous citizens, whose agents the Government are, have no place to interpose, and must shut their eyes until the last howl and wailing of these poor tormented villages and tribes shall af^ict the ear of the world.

I will not hide from you as an indication of this alarming distrust that a letter addressed as mine is, and suggesting to the mind of the Executive the plain obligations of man, has a burlesque character in the apprehension of some of my friends. I, sir, will not beforehand treat you with contumely of this distrust. I will at least state to you this fact and show you how plain and humane people whose love would be honor, regard the policy of the Government, and what injurious inferences they draw as to the mind of the Governors. A man with your experience in affairs must have seen cause to appreciate the futility of opposition to the moral sentiment. However feeble the sufferer, and however great the oppressor, it is in the nature of things that the blow should recoil on the aggressor. For God is in the sentiment, and it cannot be withstood. The potentate and the people perish before it; but with it, and as its executors, they are omnipotent.

I write thus, Sir, to inform you of the state of mind these Indian tidings have awakened here, and to pray with one voice more that you whose hands are strong with the delegated power of Sfteen millions of men will avert with that might the terriSc injury which threatens the Cherokee tribe.

With great respect, Sir, I am your fellow- citizen,

Ralph Waldo Emerson

NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE 1804–1864

In 1879, the author Henry James called Nathaniel Hawthorne “the most valuable example of American genius,” expressing the widely held belief that he was the most signiScant Sction writer of the antebellum period. Readers continue to cele- brate Hawthorne for his prose style, his perceptive renderings of New En gland his- tory, his psychological acuity, and his vivid characterizations— especially of female characters. Still, for many, he remains tantalizingly elusive, a writer who— as he remarked in the “Custom- House” introduction to The Scarlet Letter— wished to keep “the inmost Me behind its veil.” He was, to be sure, a deeply private man, but the elusiveness of his Sction stems from a deliberate aesthetic of ambiguity, a refusal to “stick a pin through a butter^y” (as he put it in the preface to The House of the Seven Gables) by imposing a single moral on a story. Withholding interpretation— or

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offering multiple and con^icting interpretations— Hawthorne not only makes read- ers do their own interpretive work but also shows how interpretation is often a form of self- expression.

Hawthorne was born on July 4, 1804, in Salem, Massachusetts. His prominent Puritan ancestors on the Hawthorne side of the family were among the Srst settlers of Massachusetts and included a judge in the Salem witchcraft trials of 1692. The men in his mother’s family, the Mannings, were tradesmen and businessmen. When Hawthorne’s sea- captain father died in Surinam of yellow fever in 1808, his mother, Elizabeth Manning Hawthorne, moved with her three children into the Manning family’s commodious house in Salem. There, with his mother, sisters, grandparents, two aunts, and Sve uncles, Hawthorne discovered his love of reading, displaying par tic u lar interest as a boy in John Bunyan’s Puritan allegory The Pilgrim’s Progress. In 1813 he injured his foot in an accident, was Stted with a protective boot and crutches and, while remaining home from school during the long recuperation period, continued to read extensively. By his midteens he was reading the British novelists Henry Fielding, Tobias Smollett, William Godwin, and Sir Walter Scott, while forming an ambition, as he wrote his sister Elizabeth when he was sixteen, of “becoming an Author, and relying for support upon my pen.” Hawthorne enjoyed long visits to the Manning properties at Sebago Lake, Maine, and at age seventeen enrolled at Bowdoin College in Brunswick, Maine. At Bowdoin he developed what would become lifelong friendships with Horatio Bridge, the future president Frank- lin Pierce, and other members of the nascent Demo cratic Party. These friends would later help further his literary career by providing him with patronage jobs and funds. The poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, another Bowdoin classmate, belonged to the more conservative Federalist Society. At the graduation ceremonies in 1825, Longfellow spoke of the possibility that “Our Native Writers” could achieve lasting fame; and twelve years later he would enthusiastically review Hawthorne’s Twice- Told Tales in the prestigious North American Review, calling the collection of tales and sketches a “sweet, sweet book.”

During the years between Hawthorne’s graduation from Bowdoin in 1825 and the publication of Twice- Told Tales in 1837, Hawthorne seems to have lived quietly at home in Salem with his mother and sisters. He read extensively in colonial histories and documents, which would become important sources for such historical tales as “My Kinsman, Major Molineaux” (1832) and “Young Goodman Brown” (1835), while keeping a close eye on his contemporary world, which would supply him with material for such pop u lar sketches as “Little Annie’s Ramble” (1835) and “A Rill from the Town Pump” (1835). In 1828 Hawthorne published his Srst novel, Fanshawe, at his own expense. Set at a college resembling Bowdoin, the novel was reviewed so negatively that he attempted to suppress its distribution. Over the next several years Hawthorne tried unsuccessfully to Snd a publisher for collections of the tales he was writing. He may have destroyed one collection, “Seven Tales of My Native Land”; in 1829 he failed to Snd a publisher for a volume called “Provincial Tales,” which included “The Gentle Boy” and perhaps “My Kinsman, Major Molineaux.” A proposed third volume called “The Story Teller,” in which the title character wandered about New En gland telling his stories in dramatic settings and circumstances, also found ered.

During the early 1830s, however, Hawthorne managed to publish a number of tales and sketches in the literary annuals that were issued every fall as Christmas gifts. Still, he received only a few dollars for each tale and no recognition, since publication in the annuals was anonymous. In 1836 he edited the American Magazine of Useful and Entertaining Knowledge, a job he secured through the Boston publisher Samuel Goodrich, whose annual, The Token, regularly published his tales. That same year, with the help of his sister Elizabeth, he wrote a children’s reference work for Goodrich, Peter Parley’s Universal History on the Basis of Geography. Unbeknownst to Hawthorne, his Bowdoin friend Horatio Bridge persuaded Goodrich to publish a

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collection of Hawthorne’s tales by promising to repay any losses. This volume, Twice- Told Tales, appeared in March 1837 and was favorably reviewed in En gland as well as the United States. A notebook entry written sometime in 1836 was only a little pre- mature: “In this dismal and sordid chamber FAME was won.”

There is considerable uncertainty about Hawthorne’s private affairs around the time of the publication of Twice- Told Tales. According to family lore, he may have challenged the future editor of the Demo cratic Review, John O’Sullivan, to a duel over Mary Silsbee of Salem. (During the 1840s O’Sullivan would publish over twenty of Hawthorne’s stories in his journal.) Hawthorne may have also been enamored of Elizabeth Peabody, a Salemite who would become a major force in American educa- tional reform as well as other progressive causes, and to whom he presented a copy of Twice- Told Tales in the fall of 1837. Sometime in late 1837 or 1838 Hawthorne met Elizabeth’s youn gest sister, Sophia Peabody, a paint er whose migraine headaches often made her a virtual invalid; they were secretly engaged within a few months of the meeting. To save money for married life, Hawthorne accepted a patronage appointment as salt and coal measurer at the Boston Custom House during 1839 and 1840, and then invested some of his limited funds in the utopian community Brook Farm, located in West Roxbury, Massachusetts, where he spent seven months in 1841. During this period he published several children’s books on colonial and revo- lutionary history—Grandfather’s Chair (1841), Famous Old People (1841), Liberty Tree (1841), and Biographical Stories for Children (1842)— along with a revised and expanded edition of Twice- Told Tales (1842). He and Sophia Peabody were married in 1842; the couple rented a house in Concord named the “Old Manse” (owned by Emerson’s family) and became friends with the notable writers and intellectuals of the area— Emerson, Thoreau, Margaret Fuller, and Ellery Channing, among others. The Hawthornes’ Srst child, Una, was born in 1844. While a hoped- for novel failed to materialize, Hawthorne continued to publish sketches and tales, but with a more pro- nounced focus on social reform, science, and technology (see, for example, “The Artist of the Beautiful,” which has been newly added to this edition of The Norton Anthol- ogy). In 1845, he edited his friend Bridge’s Journal of an African Cruiser, but little money came of this enterprise, and Hawthorne had to move his family back to Salem to live with his mother and sisters. The following year he published Mosses from an Old Manse, which added a number of his recent periodical publications to some earlier work.

The Hawthornes’ second child, Julian, was born in 1846. Desperately in need of money, Hawthorne turned to his Demo cratic friends. The Demo crats’ local party leader, the historian George Bancroft, found work for Hawthorne as surveyor of the Salem Custom House, a position that Hawthorne assumed in April 1846. The work was not demanding, but the routine sti^ed Hawthorne’s creative energies. Even though he wrote little in these years, Hawthorne resented being thrown out of ofSce by the new Whig administration in June 1849 and was pleased that his ouster led to a furious controversy in the newspapers. He then spent a summer of “great diversity and severity of emotion” (as he wrote in a journal entry of 1855), climaxed by his mother’s death on July 31. In September he was at work on The Scarlet Letter, which he planned as a long tale to make up half a volume called “Old Time Leg- ends; together with Sketches, Experimental and Ideal.” Besides the long introduc- tion, “The Custom- House,” which was Hawthorne’s means of revenging himself on the Salem Whigs who had “decapitated” him, he planned to include several tales. On the lookout for New En gland novelistic talent, James Fields, the young associ- ate of the publisher William D. Ticknor, persuaded Hawthorne to drop the stories. The novel was published by the Boston house of Ticknor, Reed, and Fields in 1850.

Although some reviewers denounced The Scarlet Letter as licentious or morbid for its treatment of adultery, the novel was nevertheless a literary success in the United States and Great Britain, and Hawthorne was celebrated for his brilliant prose style

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and uncanny ability to re-create the past. Hawthorne used the setting of Puritan Bos- ton to address the politics of revolution, community, and government central to the emerging nation; he also used the setting to explore matters of sexuality, gender, and psychology in their historical complexity. In this dark novel of love and revenge, Haw- thorne evokes emotional sympathy for the heroine, Hester Prynne, even as he appears to condemn her actions. Despite the appearance of condemnation, Hester, for many readers over the years, has emerged as more vibrantly alive and appealing than the male characters of the novel. Hester’s status as heroine was apparent from the begin- ning; as the feminist- abolitionist Jane Swisshelm observed in her 1850 review of the novel, if Hawthorne wanted to teach a lesson about the putative sins of Hester, “he had better try again. For our part if we knew there was such another woman as Hes- ter Prynne in Boston now, we should travel all the way there to pay our respects.” Strong women characters— Hepzibah in The House of the Seven Gables (1851), Zeno- bia (modeled on Margaret Fuller) in The Blithedale Romance (1852), and Miriam in The Marble Faun (1860)— would remain central to Hawthorne’s long Sctions. Though some recent commentators have reviled Hawthorne for his 1855 complaint to his publisher Ticknor about the “d——d mob of scribbling women,” the fact is that, as evidenced by such stories as “The Birthmark” and “Rappaccini’s Daughter” and all of the novels, few writers of the mid- nineteenth century were more insightful about the damage patriarchal culture can do to women.

Following the publication of The Scarlet Letter, the Hawthornes moved to Lenox, Massachusetts, in the Berkshire Mountains, in part to escape from the controversy surrounding the satirical “Custom- House” sketch, which had angered many in Salem. During a year and a half in Lenox, Hawthorne developed a complicated friendship with Herman Melville, who championed Hawthorne as a great American writer in his 1850 “Hawthorne and His Mosses” and dedicated Moby- Dick to him. Hawthorne, over time, pulled back from Melville, and their paths seldom crossed after 1852, when the Hawthornes moved to West Newton and then back to Concord. Hawthorne was especially productive during the early 1850s, publishing The House of the Seven Gables, a romance with a contemporary Salem setting, and The Blithedale Romance, which drew on Hawthorne’s experiences at Brook Farm. Hawthorne also published The Snow- Image and Other Twice- Told Tales (1852), two books of tales and myths for children (A Wonder- Book [1852] and The Tanglewood Tales [1853]), and The Life of Franklin Pierce, a presidential campaign biography for his Bowdoin friend. The victo- rious Pierce appointed Hawthorne American consul at Liverpool, a job that again pulled Hawthorne away from his writing but that helped him support a family aug- mented by the birth of a third child in 1850, his daughter Rose.

At Liverpool (1853– 57) Hawthorne, an industrious consul, was particularly con- cerned to gain greater protections for American sailors from abusive ofScers. Haw- thorne resigned the position early in 1857 after Pierce failed to gain the Demo crats’ nomination for a second term, and remained in Eu rope to travel with his family. A stay in Italy— starting in the miserably cold early months of 1858— turned into a  nightmare when malaria nearly killed his daughter Una. Hawthorne kept a minutely detailed tourist’s account of his travels in Italy, and he drew on these note- books for the romance he began in Florence in 1858 and Snished late in 1859 after his return to En gland. This novel, inspired by the statue of a faun attributed to the classical Greek sculptor Praxiteles, was published in London in February 1860 as Transformation and one month later in the United States under Hawthorne’s pre- ferred title, The Marble Faun. Acclaimed by reviewers, the novel proved to be espe- cially pop u lar with American travelers to Rome later in the nineteenth century, who enjoyed using it as a guidebook.

The Hawthornes returned to their Concord home, which Hawthorne had named The Wayside, in June 1860. Hawthorne’s Snal years in the United States were an unhappy time for him. Una remained sickly, and Hawthorne’s own health began to

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decline. Increasingly depressed, he began a romance about an American claimant to an ancestral En glish estate, then put it aside to begin a romance about the search for an elixir of life, and then put that one aside as well to start another. Meanwhile, the Jacksonian Demo crat Hawthorne was baf^ed and disturbed by the coming of the Civil War, regarding the Northern declaration of war not as an idealistic campaign to bring about the end of slavery, which he viewed as an evil, but as a frenzied form of aggression. Following a visit to Washington, D.C., in which he met Abraham Lincoln, Hawthorne published “Chie^y about War- Matters” in the July 1862 issue of the Atlantic Monthly; the essay satirized Lincoln and conveyed Hawthorne’s critique of a nation gone mad with war. Fields, the editor of the Atlantic, paid well for this and other of Hawthorne’s contributions, but Hawthorne was increasingly unable to respond to Fields’s demands. In 1863 Hawthorne published Our Old Home, a collection of his En glish sketches, which he loyally dedicated to Franklin Pierce, who, because of his Southern sympathies, was now anathema to many Northerners. Harriet Beecher Stowe expressed disbelief that Hawthorne would dedicate a book to “that arch- traitor Pierce”; and according to Annie Fields, the wife of Hawthorne’s publisher, Emerson and many others who received complimentary copies of the book reported that they had cut out the dedication page. Suffering from health problems, a frail and somewhat isolated Hawthorne embarked on a trip to New Hampshire with his friend Pierce early in May 1864, and died in his sleep, at a hotel, later that month. He was buried in the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery at Concord. Emerson, Longfellow, Fields, James Russell Lowell, and Oliver Wendell Holmes were among his pallbearers.

My Kinsman, Major Molineux1

After the kings of Great Britain had assumed the right of appointing the colonial governors,2 the mea sures of the latter seldom met with the ready and general approbation, which had been paid to those of their pre de ces- sors, under the original charters. The people looked with most jealous scru- tiny to the exercise of power, which did not emanate from themselves, and they usually rewarded the rulers with slender gratitude, for the compli- ances, by which, in softening their instructions from beyond the sea, they had incurred the reprehension of those who gave them. The annals of Mas- sachusetts Bay will inform us, that of six governors, in the space of about forty years from the surrender of the old charter, under James II, two were imprisoned by a pop u lar insurrection; a third, as Hutchinson3 inclines to believe, was driven from the province by the whizzing of a musket ball; a fourth, in the opinion of the same historian, was hastened to his grave by continual bickerings with the house of representatives; and the remaining two, as well as their successors, till the Revolution, were favored with few and brief intervals of peaceful sway. The inferior members of the court party,4 in

1. The text is that of the Srst printing in The Token (1832). Hawthorne included the story in his Snal collection, The Snow- Image, and Other Twice- Told Tales (1852). 2. In 1684 King Charles II (r. 1660– 85) annulled the original Massachusetts Charter, which had allowed the colony to elect its own governor. King James II (r. 1685– 88) appointed the colony’s Srst royal governor in 1685. 3. Thomas Hutchinson (1711– 1780), the last

royal governor. The par tic u lar annals, or year- by- year histories, that Hawthorne has in mind are The History of the Colony and Province of Massachusetts- Bay (1764, 1767) by Hutchinson. James II (1633– 1701) reigned brie^y (1685– 88) before being exiled to France in the Glorious Rev- olution (1688–89), which helped to establish the Parliament as the ruling governmental power in Eng land. 4. The pro- Crown party.

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times of high po liti cal excitement, led scarcely a more desirable life. These remarks may serve as preface to the following adventures, which chanced upon a summer night, not far from a hundred years ago. The reader, in order to avoid a long and dry detail of colonial affairs, is requested to dispense with an account of the train of circumstances, that had caused much tempo- rary in^ammation of the pop u lar mind.

It was near nine o’clock of a moonlight eve ning, when a boat crossed the ferry with a single passenger, who had obtained his conveyance, at that unusual hour, by the promise of an extra fare. While he stood on the landing- place, searching in either pocket for the means of fulSlling his agreement, the ferryman lifted a lantern, by the aid of which, and the newly risen moon, he took a very accurate survey of the stranger’s Sgure. He was a youth of barely eigh teen years, evidently country- bred, and now, as it should seem, upon his Srst visit to town. He was clad in a coarse grey coat, well worn, but in excellent repair; his under garments5 were durably constructed of leather, and sat tight to a pair of ser viceable and well- shaped limbs; his stockings of blue yarn, were the incontrovertible handiwork of a mother or a sister; and on his head was a three- cornered hat, which in its better days had perhaps sheltered the graver brow of the lad’s father. Under his left arm was a heavy cudgel, formed of an oak sapling, and retaining a part of the hardened root; and his equipment was completed by a wallet,6 not so abun- dantly stocked as to incommode the vigorous shoulders on which it hung. Brown, curly hair, well- shaped features, and bright, cheerful eyes, were nature’s gifts, and worth all that art could have done for his adornment.

The youth, one of whose names was Robin, Snally drew from his pocket the half of a little province- bill7 of Sve shillings, which, in the depreciation of that sort of currency, did but satisfy the ferryman’s demand, with the surplus of a sexangular piece of parchment valued at three pence. He then walked forward into the town, with as light a step, as if his day’s journey had not already exceeded thirty miles, and with as eager an eye, as if he were entering London city, instead of the little metropolis of a New En gland colony. Before Robin had proceeded far, however, it occurred to him, that he knew not whither to direct his steps; so he paused, and looked up and down the narrow street, scrutinizing the small and mean wooden buildings, that were scattered on either side.

‘This low hovel cannot be my kinsman’s dwelling,’ thought he, ‘nor yon- der old house, where the moonlight enters at the broken casement; and truly I see none hereabouts that might be worthy of him. It would have been wise to inquire my way of the ferryman, and doubtless he would have gone with me, and earned a shilling from the Major for his pains. But the next man I meet will do as well.’

He resumed his walk, and was glad to perceive that the street now became wider, and the houses more respectable in their appearance. He soon dis- cerned a Sgure moving on moderately in advance, and hastened his steps to overtake it. As Robin drew nigh, he saw that the passenger was a man in years, with a full periwig of grey hair, a wide- skirted coat of dark cloth, and silk stockings rolled about his knees. He carried a long and polished cane,

5. Clothes worn on the lower part of the body. 6. Knapsack.

7. Local paper money.

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which he struck down perpendicularly before him, at every step; and at reg- ular intervals he uttered two successive hems, of a peculiarly solemn and sepulchral8 intonation. Having made these observations, Robin laid hold of the skirt of the old man’s coat, just when the light from the open door and windows of a barber’s shop, fell upon both their Sgures.

‘Good eve ning to you, honored Sir,’ said he, making a low bow, and still retaining his hold of the skirt. ‘I pray you to tell me whereabouts is the dwelling of my kinsman, Major Molineux?’

The youth’s question was uttered very loudly; and one of the barbers, whose razor was descending on a well- soaped chin, and another who was dressing a Ramillies wig,9 left their occupations, and came to the door. The citizen, in the meantime, turned a long favored countenance upon Robin, and answered him in a tone of excessive anger and annoyance. His two sepulchral hems, however, broke into the very centre of his rebuke, with most singular effect, like a thought of the cold grave obtruding among wrathful passions.

‘Let go my garment, fellow! I tell you. I know not the man you speak of. What! I have authority, I have— hem, hem— authority; and if this be the respect you show your betters, your feet shall be brought acquainted with the stocks,1 by daylight, tomorrow morning!’

Robin released the old man’s skirt, and hastened away, pursued by an ill- mannered roar of laughter from the barber’s shop. He was at Srst consider- ably surprised by the result of his question, but, being a shrewd youth, soon thought himself able to account for the mystery.

‘This is some country representative,’ was his conclusion, ‘who has never seen the inside of my kinsman’s door, and lacks the breeding to answer a stranger civilly. The man is old, or verily— I might be tempted to turn back and smite him on the nose. Ah, Robin, Robin! even the barber’s boys laugh at you, for choosing such a guide! You will be wiser in time, friend Robin.’

He now became entangled in a succession of crooked and narrow streets, which crossed each other, and meandered at no great distance from the water- side. The smell of tar was obvious to his nostrils, the masts of vessels pierced the moonlight above the tops of the buildings, and the numerous signs, which Robin paused to read, informed him that he was near the centre of business. But the streets were empty, the shops were closed, and lights were visible only in the second stories of a few dwelling- houses. At length, on the corner of a narrow lane, through which he was passing, he beheld the broad countenance of a British hero swinging before the door of an inn, whence proceeded the voices of many guests. The casement of one of the lower windows was thrown back, and a very thin curtain permitted Robin to distinguish a party at supper, round a well- furnished table. The fragrance of good cheer steamed forth into the outer air, and the youth could not fail to recollect, that the last remnant of his travelling stock of provision had yielded to his morning appetite, and that noon had found, and left him, dinnerless.

‘Oh, that a parchment three- penny might give me a right to sit down at yonder table,’ said Robin, with a sigh. ‘But the Major will make me welcome to the best of his victuals; so I will even step boldly in, and inquire my way to his dwelling.’

8. Gloomy. 9. Elaborately braided wig named for Ramillies, Belgium.

1. Wood- framed instrument of punishment with holes for conSning the ankles and sometimes the wrists as well.

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He entered the tavern, and was guided by the murmur of voices, and fumes of tobacco, to the public room. It was a long and low apartment, with oaken walls, grown dark in the continual smoke, and a ^oor, which was thickly sanded, but of no immaculate purity. A number of persons, the larger part of whom appeared to be mariners, or in some way connected with the sea, occupied the wooden benches, or leather- bottomed chairs, conversing on vari- ous matters, and occasionally lending their attention to some topic of general interest. Three or four little groups were draining as many bowls of punch, which the great West India trade2 had long since made a familiar drink in the colony. Others, who had the aspect of men who lived by regular and laborious handicraft, preferred the insulated bliss of an unshared potation, and became more taciturn under its in^uence. Nearly all, in short, evinced a predilection for the Good Creature in some of its various shapes, for this is a vice, to which, as the Fast- day3 sermons of a hundred years ago will testify, we have a long hereditary claim. The only guests to whom Robin’s sympathies inclined him, were two or three sheepish countrymen, who were using the inn some- what after the fashion of a Turkish Caravansary; they had gotten themselves into the darkest corner of the room, and, heedless of the Nicotian4 atmosphere, were supping on the bread of their own ovens, and the bacon cured in their own chimney- smoke. But though Robin felt a sort of brotherhood with these strangers, his eyes were attracted from them, to a person who stood near the door, holding whispered conversation with a group of ill- dressed associates. His features were separately striking almost to grotesqueness, and the whole face left a deep impression in the memory. The forehead bulged out into a double prominence, with a vale between; the nose came boldly forth in an irregular curve, and its bridge was of more than a Snger’s breadth; the eye- brows were deep and shaggy, and the eyes glowed beneath them like Sre in a cave.

While Robin deliberated of whom to inquire respecting his kinsman’s dwelling, he was accosted by the innkeeper, a little man in a stained white apron, who had come to pay his professional welcome to the stranger. Being in the second generation from a French protestant, he seemed to have inher- ited the courtesy of his parent nation; but no variety of circumstance was ever known to change his voice from the one shrill note in which he now addressed Robin.

‘From the country, I presume, Sir?’ said he, with a profound bow. ‘Beg to congratulate you on your arrival, and trust you intend a long stay with us. Fine town here, Sir, beautiful buildings, and much that may interest a stranger. May I hope for the honor of your commands in respect to supper?’

‘The man sees a family likeness! the rogue has guessed that I am related to the Major!’ thought Robin, who had hitherto experienced little super^u- ous civility.

All eyes were now turned on the country lad, standing at the door, in his worn three- cornered hat, grey coat, leather breeches, and blue yarn stock- ings, leaning on an oaken cudgel, and bearing a wallet on his back. Robin

2. West Indian molasses was shipped to New En gland and there made into rum. 3. Days set apart for public penitence. “Good Creature”: rum. Hawthorne is alluding to 1 Tim- othy 4.4: “For every creature of God is good, and

nothing to be refused, if it be received with thanksgiving.” 4. Synonym for nicotine. “Caravansary”: an inn built around a court for accommodating cara- vans.

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replied to the courteous innkeeper, with such an assumption of consequence, as beStted the Major’s relative.

‘My honest friend,’ he said, ‘I shall make it a point to patronise your house on some occasion, when—’ here he could not help lowering his voice— ‘I may have more than a parchment three- pence in my pocket. My present business,’ continued he, speaking with lofty conSdence, ‘is merely to inquire the way to the dwelling of my kinsman, Major Molineux.’

There was a sudden and general movement in the room, which Robin interpreted as expressing the eagerness of each individual to become his guide. But the innkeeper turned his eyes to a written paper on the wall, which he read, or seemed to read, with occasional recurrences to the young man’s Sgure.

‘What have we here?’ said he, breaking his speech into little dry fragments, “Left the house of the subscriber, bounden servant,5 Hezekiah Mudge— had on when he went away, grey coat, leather breeches, master’s third best hat. One pound currency reward to whoever shall lodge him in any jail in the province.” ‘Better trudge, boy, better trudge.’

Robin had begun to draw his hand towards the lighter end of the oak cud- gel, but a strange hostility in every countenance, induced him to relinquish his purpose of breaking the courteous innkeeper’s head. As he turned to leave the room, he encountered a sneering glance from the bold- featured personage whom he had before noticed; and no sooner was he beyond the door, than he heard a general laugh, in which the innkeeper’s voice might be distinguished, like the dropping of small stones in a kettle.

‘Now is it not strange,’ thought Robin, with his usual shrewdness, ‘is it not strange, that the confession of an empty pocket, should outweigh the name of my kinsman, Major Molineux? Oh, if I had one of these grinning rascals in the woods, where I and my oak sapling grew up together, I would teach him that my arm is heavy, though my purse be light!’

On turning the corner of the narrow lane, Robin found himself in a spa- cious street, with an unbroken line of lofty houses on each side, and a stee- pled building at the upper end, whence the ringing of a bell announced the hour of nine. The light of the moon, and the lamps from numerous shop windows, discovered people promenading on the pavement, and amongst them, Robin hoped to recognise his hitherto inscrutable relative. The result of his former inquiries made him unwilling to hazard another, in a scene of such publicity, and he determined to walk slowly and silently up the street, thrusting his face close to that of every el der ly gentleman, in search of the Major’s lineaments. In his progress, Robin encountered many gay and gallant Sgures. Embroidered garments, of showy colors, enormous periwigs, gold- laced hats, and silver hilted swords, glided past him and dazzled his optics. Travelled youths, imitators of the Eu ro pe an Sne gentlemen of the period, trod jauntily along, half- dancing to the fashionable tunes which they hummed, and making poor Robin ashamed of his quiet and natural gait. At length, after many pauses to examine the gorgeous display of goods in the shop win- dows, and after suffering some rebukes for the impertinence of his scrutiny into people’s faces, the Major’s kinsman found himself near the steepled

5. A person bound, or “indentured,” by contract to servitude for seven years (or another set period), usually in repayment for transportation to the colonies.

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building, still unsuccessful in his search. As yet, however, he had seen only one side of the thronged street; so Robin crossed, and continued the same sort of inquisition down the opposite pavement, with stronger hopes than the phi los o pher seeking an honest man,6 but with no better fortune. He had arrived about midway towards the lower end, from which his course began, when he overheard the approach of some one, who struck down a cane on the ^ag- stones at every step, uttering, at regular intervals, two sepulchral hems.

‘Mercy on us!’ quoth Robin, recognising the sound. Turning a corner, which chanced to be close at his right hand, he has-

tened to pursue his researches, in some other part of the town. His patience was now wearing low, and he seemed to feel more fatigue from his rambles since he crossed the ferry, than from his journey of several days on the other side. Hunger also pleaded loudly within him, and Robin began to bal- ance the propriety of demanding, violently and with lifted cudgel, the nec- essary guidance from the Srst solitary passenger, whom he should meet. While a resolution to this effect was gaining strength, he entered a street of mean appearance, on either side of which, a row of ill- built houses was strag- gling towards the harbor. The moonlight fell upon no passenger along the whole extent, but in the third domicile which Robin passed, there was a half- opened door, and his keen glance detected a woman’s garment within.

‘My luck may be better here,’ said he to himself. Accordingly, he approached the door, and beheld it shut closer as he did

so; yet an open space remained, sufScing for the fair occupant to observe the stranger, without a corresponding display on her part. All that Robin could discern was a strip of scarlet petticoat, and the occasional sparkle of an eye, as if the moonbeams were trembling on some bright thing.

‘Pretty mistress,’— for I may call her so with a good conscience, thought the shrewd youth, since I know nothing to the contrary—‘my sweet pretty mistress, will you be kind enough to tell me whereabouts I must seek the dwelling of my kinsman, Major Molineux?’

Robin’s voice was plaintive and winning, and the female, seeing nothing to be shunned in the handsome country youth, thrust open the door, and came forth into the moonlight. She was a dainty little Sgure, with a white neck, round arms, and a slender waist, at the extremity of which her scarlet petti- coat jutted out over a hoop, as if she were standing in a balloon. Moreover, her face was oval and pretty, her hair dark beneath the little cap, and her bright eyes possessed a sly freedom, which triumphed over those of Robin.

‘Major Molineux dwells here,’ said this fair woman. Now her voice was the sweetest Robin had heard that night, the airy coun-

terpart of a stream of melted silver; yet he could not help doubting whether that sweet voice spoke gospel truth. He looked up and down the mean street, and then surveyed the house before which they stood. It was a small, dark ediSce of two stories, the second of which projected over the lower ^oor; and the front apartment had the aspect of a shop for petty commodities.

‘Now truly I am in luck,’ replied Robin, cunningly, ‘and so indeed is my kinsman, the Major, in having so pretty a house keeper. But I prithee trouble

6. Diogenes, the Greek phi los o pher (412?– 323 b.c.e.), carried a lantern about in daytime in his search for an honest man.

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him to step to the door; I will deliver him a message from his friends in the country, and then go back to my lodgings at the inn.’

‘Nay, the Major has been a-bed this hour or more,’ said the lady of the scar- let petticoat; ‘and it would be to little purpose to disturb him to night, see- ing his eve ning draught was of the strongest. But he is a kind- hearted man, and it would be as much as my life’s worth, to let a kinsman of his turn away from the door. You are the good old gentleman’s very picture, and I could swear that was his rainy- weather hat. Also, he has garments very much resembling those leather— But come in, I pray, for I bid you hearty welcome in his name.’

So saying, the fair and hospitable dame took our hero by the hand; and though the touch was light, and the force was gentleness, and though Robin read in her eyes what he did not hear in her words, yet the slender waisted woman, in the scarlet petticoat, proved stronger than the athletic country youth. She had drawn his half- willing footsteps nearly to the threshold, when the opening of a door in the neighborhood, startled the Major’s house keeper, and, leaving the Major’s kinsman, she vanished speedily into her own domi- cile. A heavy yawn preceded the appearance of a man, who, like the Moon- shine of Pyramus and Thisbe, carried a lantern,7 needlessly aiding his sister luminary in the heavens. As he walked sleepily up the street, he turned his broad, dull face on Robin, and displayed a long staff, spiked at the end.

‘Home, vagabond, home!’ said the watchman, in accents that seemed to fall asleep as soon as they were uttered. ‘Home, or we’ll set you in the stocks by peep of day!’

‘This is the second hint of the kind,’ thought Robin. ‘I wish they would end my difSculties, by setting me there to- night.’

Nevertheless, the youth felt an instinctive antipathy towards the guard- ian of midnight order, which at Srst prevented him from asking his usual question. But just when the man was about to vanish behind the corner, Robin resolved not to lose the opportunity, and shouted lustily after him—

‘I say, friend! will you guide me to the house of my kinsman, Major Mol- ineux?’

The watchman made no reply, but turned the corner and was gone; yet Robin seemed to hear the sound of drowsy laughter stealing along the soli- tary street. At that moment, also, a pleasant titter saluted him from the open window above his head; he looked up, and caught the sparkle of a saucy eye; a round arm beckoned to him, and next he heard light footsteps descending the staircase within. But Robin, being of the house hold of a New En gland clergyman, was a good youth, as well as a shrewd one; so he resisted temp- tation, and ^ed away.

He now roamed desperately, and at random, through the town, almost ready to believe that a spell was on him, like that, by which a wizard of his country, had once kept three pursuers wandering, a whole winter night, within twenty paces of the cottage which they sought. The streets lay before him, strange and desolate, and the lights were extinguished in almost every house. Twice, however, little parties of men, among whom Robin distin- guished individuals in outlandish attire, came hurrying along, but though

7. In the play- within- a-play in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream 5.1, the character Moonshine carries a lantern representing the moonlight that shines on the lovers Pyramus and Thisbe.

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on both occasions they paused to address him, such intercourse did not at all enlighten his perplexity. They did but utter a few words in some language of which Robin knew nothing, and perceiving his inability to answer, bestowed a curse upon him in plain En glish, and hastened away. Finally, the lad deter- mined to knock at the door of every mansion that might appear worthy to be occupied by his kinsman, trusting that perseverance would overcome the fatality which had hitherto thwarted him. Firm in this resolve, he was passing beneath the walls of a church, which formed the corner of two streets, when, as he turned into the shade of its steeple, he encountered a bulky stranger, muf^ed in a cloak. The man was proceeding with the speed of earnest business, but Robin planted himself full before him, holding the oak cudgel with both hands across his body, as a bar to further passage.

‘Halt, honest man, and answer me a question,’ said he, very resolutely, ‘Tell me, this instant, whereabouts is the dwelling of my kinsman, Major Molineux?’

‘Keep your tongue between your teeth, fool, and let me pass,’ said a deep, gruff voice, which Robin partly remembered. ‘Let me pass, I say, or I’ll strike you to the earth!’

‘No, no, neighbor!’ cried Robin, ^ourishing his cudgel, and then thrusting its larger end close to the man’s muf^ed face. ‘No, no, I’m not the fool you take me for, nor do you pass, till I have an answer to my question. Where- abouts is the dwelling of my kinsman, Major Molineux?’

The stranger, instead of attempting to force his passage, stept back into the moonlight, unmuf^ed his own face and stared full into that of Robin.

‘Watch here an hour, and Major Molineux will pass by,’ said he. Robin gazed with dismay and astonishment, on the unpre ce dented physi-

ognomy of the speaker. The forehead with its double prominence, the broad- hooked nose, the shaggy eyebrows, and Sery eyes, were those which he had noticed at the inn, but the man’s complexion had undergone a singular, or more properly, a two- fold change. One side of the face blazed of an intense red, while the other was black as midnight, the division line being in the broad bridge of the nose; and a mouth, which seemed to extend from ear to ear, was black or red, in contrast to the color of the cheek. The effect was as if two individual dev ils, a Send of Sre and a Send of darkness, had united themselves to form this infernal visage. The stranger grinned in Robin’s face, muf^ed his party- colored features, and was out of sight in a moment.

‘Strange things we travellers see!’ ejaculated Robin. He seated himself, however, upon the steps of the church- door, resolving

to wait the appointed time for his kinsman’s appearance. A few moments were consumed in philosophical speculations, upon the species of the genus homo, who had just left him, but having settled this point shrewdly, ratio- nally, and satisfactorily, he was compelled to look elsewhere for amusement. And Srst he threw his eyes along the street; it was of more respectable appear- ance than most of those into which he had wandered, and the moon, ‘creat- ing, like the imaginative power, a beautiful strangeness in familiar objects,’ gave something of romance to a scene, that might not have possessed it in the light of day. The irregular, and often quaint architecture of the houses, some of whose roofs were broken into numerous little peaks; while others ascended, steep and narrow, into a single point; and others again were square;

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the pure milk- white of some of their complexions, the aged darkness of others, and the thousand sparklings, re^ected from bright substances in the plas- tered walls of many; these matters engaged Robin’s attention for awhile, and then began to grow wearisome. Next he endeavored to deSne the forms of distant objects, starting away with almost ghostly indistinctness, just as his eye appeared to grasp them; and Snally he took a minute survey of an ediSce, which stood on the opposite side of the street, directly in front of the church- door, where he was stationed. It was a large square mansion, distinguished from its neighbors by a balcony, which rested on tall pillars, and by an elabo- rate gothic window, communicating therewith.

‘Perhaps this is the very house I have been seeking,’ thought Robin. Then he strove to speed away the time, by listening to a murmur, which

swept continually along the street, yet was scarcely audible, except to an unac- customed ear like his; it was a low, dull, dreamy sound, compounded of many noises, each of which was at too great a distance to be separately heard. Robin marvelled at this snore of a sleeping town, and marvelled more, whenever its continuity was broken, by now and then a distant shout, apparently loud where it originated. But altogether it was a sleep- inspiring sound, and to shake off its drowsy in^uence, Robin arose, and climbed a window- frame, that he might view the interior of the church. There the moonbeams came trembling in, and fell down upon the deserted pews, and extended along the quiet aisles. A fainter, yet more awful radiance, was hovering round the pulpit, and one solitary ray had dared to rest upon the opened page of the great bible. Had Nature, in that deep hour, become a worshipper in the house, which man had builded? Or was that heavenly light the visible sanctity of this place, visible because no earthly and impure feet were within the walls? The scene made Robin’s heart shiver with a sensation of loneliness, stron- ger than he had ever felt in the remotest depths of his native woods; so he turned away, and sat down again before the door. There were graves around the church, and now an uneasy thought obtruded into Robin’s breast. What if the object of his search, which had been so often and so strangely thwarted, were all the time mouldering in his shroud? What if his kinsman should glide through yonder gate, and nod and smile to him in passing dimly by?

‘Oh, that any breathing thing were here with me!’ said Robin. Recalling his thoughts from this uncomfortable track, he sent them over

forest, hill, and stream, and attempted to imagine how that eve ning of ambi- guity and weariness, had been spent by his father’s house hold. He pictured them assembled at the door, beneath the tree, the great old tree, which had been spared for its huge twisted trunk, and venerable shade, when a thousand leafy brethren fell. There, at the going down of the summer sun, it was his father’s custom to perform domestic worship, that the neighbors might come and join with him like brothers of the family, and that the wayfaring man might pause to drink at that fountain, and keep his heart pure by freshening the memory of home. Robin distinguished the seat of every individual of the little audience; he saw the good man in the midst, holding the scriptures in the golden light that shone from the western clouds; he beheld him close the book, and all rise up to pray. He heard the old thanksgivings for daily mer- cies, the old supplications for their continuance, to which he had so often listened in weariness, but which were now among his dear remembrances.

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He perceived the slight in e qual ity of his father’s voice when he came to speak of the Absent One; he noted how his mother turned her face to the broad and knotted trunk, how his elder brother scorned, because the beard was rough upon his upper lip, to permit his features to be moved; how his younger sis- ter drew down a low hanging branch before her eyes; and how the little one of all, whose sports had hitherto broken the decorum of the scene, under- stood the prayer for her playmate, and burst into clamorous grief. Then he saw them go in at the door; and when Robin would have entered also, the latch tinkled into its place, and he was excluded from his home.

‘Am I here, or there?’ cried Robin, starting; for all at once, when his thoughts had become visible and audible in a dream, the long, wide, solitary street shone out before him.

He aroused himself, and endeavored to Sx his attention steadily upon the large ediSce which he had surveyed before. But still his mind kept vibrating between fancy and reality; by turns, the pillars of the balcony lengthened into the tall, bare stems of pines, dwindled down to human Sgures, settled again in their true shape and size, and then commenced a new succession of changes. For a single moment, when he deemed himself awake, he could have sworn that a visage, one which he seemed to remember, yet could not absolutely name as his kinsman’s, was looking towards him from the Gothic window. A deeper sleep wrestled with, and nearly overcame him, but ^ed at the sound of footsteps along the opposite pavement. Robin rubbed his eyes, discerned a man passing at the foot of the balcony, and addressed him in a loud, peevish, and lamentable cry.

‘Halloo, friend! must I wait here all night for my kinsman, Major Molineux?’ The sleeping echoes awoke, and answered the voice; and the passenger,

barely able to discern a Sgure sitting in the oblique shade of the steeple, tra- versed the street to obtain a nearer view. He was himself a gentleman in his prime, of open, intelligent, cheerful and altogether prepossessing counte- nance. Perceiving a country youth, apparently homeless and without friends, he accosted him in a tone of real kindness, which had become strange to Robin’s ears.

‘Well, my good lad, why are you sitting here?’ inquired he. ‘Can I be of ser vice to you in any way?’

‘I am afraid not, Sir,’ replied Robin, despondingly; ‘yet I shall take it kindly, if you’ll answer me a single question. I’ve been searching half the night for one Major Molineux; now, Sir, is there really such a person in these parts, or am I dreaming?’

‘Major Molineux! The name is not altogether strange to me,’ said the gentle- man smiling. ‘Have you any objection to telling me the nature of your busi- ness with him?’

Then Robin brie^y related that his father was a clergyman, settled on a small salary, at a long distance back in the country, and that he and Major Molineux were brothers’ children. The Major, having inherited riches, and acquired civil and military rank, had visited his cousin in great pomp a year or two before; had manifested much interest in Robin and an elder brother, and, being childless himself, had thrown out hints respecting the future establishment of one of them in life. The elder brother was destined to suc- ceed to the farm, which his father cultivated, in the interval of sacred duties; it was therefore determined that Robin should proSt by his kinsman’s

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generous intentions, especially as he had seemed to be rather the favorite, and was thought to possess other necessary endowments.

‘For I have the name of being a shrewd youth,’ observed Robin, in this part of his story.

‘I doubt not you deserve it,’ replied his new friend, good naturedly; ‘but pray proceed.’

‘Well, Sir, being nearly eigh teen years old, and well grown, as you see,’ continued Robin, raising himself to his full height, ‘I thought it high time to begin the world. So my mother and sister put me in handsome trim, and my father gave me half the remnant of his last year’s salary, and Sve days ago I started for this place, to pay the Major a visit. But would you believe it, Sir? I crossed the ferry a little after dusk, and have yet found nobody that would show me the way to his dwelling; only an hour or two since, I was told to wait here, and Major Molineux would pass by.’

‘Can you describe the man who told you this?’ inquired the gentleman. ‘Oh, he was a very ill- favored fellow, Sir,’ replied Robin, ‘with two great

bumps on his forehead, a hook nose, Sery eyes, and, what struck me as the strangest, his face was of two different colors. Do you happen to know such a man, Sir?’

‘Not intimately,’ answered the stranger, ‘but I chanced to meet him a lit- tle time previous to your stopping me. I believe you may trust his word, and that the Major will very shortly pass through this street. In the mean time, as I have a singular curiosity to witness your meeting, I will sit down here upon the steps, and bear you company.’

He seated himself accordingly, and soon engaged his companion in ani- mated discourse. It was but of brief continuance, however, for a noise of shouting, which had long been remotely audible, drew so much nearer, that Robin inquired its cause.

‘What may be the meaning of this uproar?’ asked he. ‘Truly, if your town be always as noisy, I shall Snd little sleep, while I am an inhabitant.’

‘Why, indeed, friend Robin, there do appear to be three or four riotous fellows abroad to- night,’ replied the gentleman. ‘You must not expect all the stillness of your native woods, here in our streets. But the watch will shortly be at the heels of these lads, and—’

‘Aye, and set them in the stocks by peep of day,’ interrupted Robin, recol- lecting his own encounter with the drowsy lantern- bearer. ‘But, dear Sir, if I may trust my ears, an army of watchmen would never make head against such a multitude of rioters. There were at least a thousand voices went to make up that one shout.’

‘May not one man have several voices, Robin, as well as two complex- ions?’ said his friend.

‘Perhaps a man may; but heaven forbid that a woman should!’ responded the shrewd youth, thinking of the seductive tones of the Major’s house keeper.

The sounds of a trumpet in some neighboring street, now became so evi- dent and continual, that Robin’s curiosity was strongly excited. In addition to the shouts, he heard frequent bursts from many instruments of discord, and a wild and confused laughter Slled up the intervals. Robin rose from the steps, and looked wistfully towards a point, whither several people seemed to be hastening.

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‘Surely some prodigious merrymaking is going on,’ exclaimed he. ‘I have laughed very little since I left home, Sir, and should be sorry to lose an oppor- tunity. Shall we just step round the corner by that darkish house, and take our share of the fun?’

‘Sit down again, sit down, good Robin,’ replied the gentleman, laying his hand on the skirt of the grey coat. ‘You forget that we must wait here for your kinsman; and there is reason to believe that he will pass by, in the course of a very few moments.’

The near approach of the uproar had now disturbed the neighborhood; windows ^ew open on all sides; and many heads, in the attire of the pillow, and confused by sleep suddenly broken, were protruded to the gaze of who- ever had leisure to observe them. Eager voices hailed each other from house to house, all demanding the explanation, which not a soul could give. Half- dressed men hurried towards the unknown commotion, stumbling as they went over the stone steps, that thrust themselves into the narrow foot- walk. The shouts, the laughter, and the tuneless bray, the antipodes of music, came onward with increasing din, till scattered individuals, and then denser bodies, began to appear round a corner, at a distance of a hundred yards.

‘Will you recognise your kinsman, Robin, if he passes in this crowd?’ inquired the gentleman.

‘Indeed, I can’t warrant it, Sir; but I’ll take my stand here, and keep a bright look out,’ answered Robin, descending to the outer edge of the pavement.

A mighty stream of people now emptied into the street, and came rolling slowly towards the church. A single horse man wheeled the corner in the midst of them, and close behind him came a band of fearful wind- instruments, sending forth a fresher discord, now that no intervening buildings kept it from the ear. Then a redder light disturbed the moonbeams, and a dense multitude of torches shone along the street, concealing by their glare what- ever object they illuminated. The single horse man, clad in a military dress, and bearing a drawn sword, rode onward as the leader, and, by his Serce and variegated countenance, appeared like war personiSed; the red of one cheek was an emblem of Sre and sword; the blackness of the other betokened the mourning which attends them. In his train, were wild Sgures in the Indian dress, and many fantastic shapes without a model, giving the whole march a visionary air, as if a dream had broken forth from some feverish brain, and were sweeping visibly through the midnight streets. A mass of people, inactive, except as applauding spectators, hemmed the pro cession in, and several women ran along the sidewalks, piercing the confusion of heavier sounds, with their shrill voices of mirth or terror.8

‘The double- faced fellow has his eye upon me,’ muttered Robin, with an indeSnite but uncomfortable idea, that he was himself to bear a part in the pageantry.

The leader turned himself in the saddle, and Sxed his glance full upon the country youth, as the steed went slowly by. When Robin had freed his eyes from those Sery ones, the musicians were passing before him, and the torches were close at hand; but the unsteady brightness of the latter formed a veil

8. Though set during the 1730s, the actions of the mob resemble those of the Boston Sons of Liberty during the Stamp Act crisis in 1765.

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which he could not penetrate. The rattling of wheels over the stones some- times found its way to his ear, and confused traces of a human form appeared at intervals, and then melted into the vivid light. A moment more, and the leader thundered a command to halt; the trumpets vomited a horrid breath, and held their peace; the shouts and laughter of the people died away, and there remained only an universal hum, nearly allied to silence. Right before Robin’s eyes was an uncovered cart. There the torches blazed the brightest, there the moon shone out like day, and there, in tar- and- feathery dignity, sate his kinsman, Major Molineux!

He was an el der ly man, of large and majestic person, and strong, square features, betokening a steady soul; but steady as it was, his enemies had found the means to shake it. His face was pale as death, and far more ghastly; the broad forehead was contracted in his agony, so that the eyebrows formed one dark grey line; his eyes were red and wild, and the foam hung white upon his quivering lip. His whole frame was agitated by a quick, and continual tremor, which his pride strove to quell, even in those circumstances of over- whelming humiliation. But perhaps the bitterest pang of all was when his eyes met those of Robin; for he evidently knew him on the instant, as the youth stood witnessing the foul disgrace of a head that had grown grey in honor. They stared at each other in silence, and Robin’s knees shook, and his hair bristled, with a mixture of pity and terror. Soon, however, a bewilder- ing excitement began to seize upon his mind; the preceding adventures of the night, the unexpected appearance of the crowd, the torches, the confused din, and the hush that followed, the spectre of his kinsman reviled by that great multitude, all this, and more than all, a perception of tremendous ridi- cule in the whole scene, affected him with a sort of mental inebriety. At that moment a voice of sluggish merriment saluted Robin’s ears; he turned instinc- tively, and just behind the corner of the church stood the lantern- bearer, rubbing his eyes, and drowsily enjoying the lad’s amazement. Then he heard a peal of laughter like the ringing of silvery bells; a woman twitched his arm, a saucy eye met his, and he saw the lady of the scarlet petticoat. A sharp, dry cachinnation9 appealed to his memory, and, standing on tiptoe in the crowd, with his white apron over his head, he beheld the courteous little innkeeper. And lastly, there sailed over the heads of the multitude a great, broad laugh, broken in the midst by two deep sepulchral hems; thus—

‘Haw, haw, haw— hem, hem— haw, haw, haw, haw!’ The sound proceeded from the balcony of the opposite ediSce, and thither

Robin turned his eyes. In front of the Gothic window stood the old citizen, wrapped in a wide gown, his grey periwig exchanged for a nightcap, which was thrust back from his forehead, and his silk stockings hanging down about his legs. He supported himself on his polished cane in a St of convulsive merri- ment, which manifested itself on his solemn old features, like a funny inscrip- tion on a tomb- stone. Then Robin seemed to hear the voices of the barbers; of the guests of the inn; and of all who had made sport of him that night. The contagion was spreading among the multitude, when, all at once, it seized upon Robin, and he sent forth a shout of laughter that echoed through the street; every man shook his sides, every man emptied his lungs, but Robin’s shout was the loudest there. The cloud- spirits peeped from their silvery islands,

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as the congregated mirth went roaring up the sky! The Man in the Moon heard the far bellow; ‘Oho,’ quoth he, ‘the old Earth is frolicsome to- night!’

When there was a momentary calm in that tempestuous sea of sound, the leader gave the sign, and the pro cession resumed its march. On they went, like Sends that throng in mockery round some dead potentate, mighty no more, but majestic still in his agony. On they went, in counterfeited pomp, in senseless uproar, in frenzied merriment, trampling all on an old man’s heart. On swept the tumult, and left a silent street behind.

• • • • • ‘Well, Robin, are you dreaming?’ inquired the gentleman, laying his hand on the youth’s shoulder.

Robin started, and withdrew his arm from the stone post, to which he had instinctively clung, while the living stream rolled by him. His cheek was some- what pale, and his eye not quite so lively as in the earlier part of the eve ning.

‘Will you be kind enough to show me the way to the Ferry?’ said he, after a moment’s pause.

‘You have then adopted a new subject of inquiry?’ observed his compan- ion, with a smile.

‘Why, yes, Sir,’ replied Robin, rather dryly. ‘Thanks to you, and to my other friends, I have at last met my kinsman, and he will scarce desire to see my face again. I begin to grow weary of a town life, Sir. Will you show me the way to the Ferry?’

‘No, my good friend Robin, not to- night, at least,’ said the gentleman. ‘Some few days hence, if you continue to wish it, I will speed you on your journey. Or, if you prefer to remain with us, perhaps, as you are a shrewd youth, you may rise in the world, without the help of your kinsman, Major Molineux.’

1832

Young Goodman Brown1

Young goodman Brown came forth, at sunset, into the street of Salem vil- lage,2 but put his head back, after crossing the threshold, to exchange a parting kiss with his young wife. And Faith, as the wife was aptly named, thrust her own pretty head into the street, letting the wind play with the pink ribbons of her cap, while she called to goodman Brown.

‘Dearest heart,’ whispered she, softly and rather sadly, when her lips were close to his ear, ‘pr’y thee, put off your journey until sunrise, and sleep in your own bed to- night. A lone woman is troubled with such dreams and such thoughts, that she’s afeard of herself, sometimes. Pray, tarry with me this night, dear husband, of all nights in the year!’

‘My love and my Faith,’ replied young goodman Brown, ‘of all nights in the year, this one night must I tarry away from thee. My journey, as thou callest

1. The text is that of the Srst publication in the New- England Magazine (April 1835). Hawthorne reprinted the story in Mosses from an Old Manse (1846). “Goodman”: title used to address a

man of humble birth. 2. In Massachusetts; the site of the witchcraft trials and executions of 1692.

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it, forth and back again, must needs be done ’twixt now and sunrise. What, my sweet, pretty wife, dost thou doubt me already, and we but three months married!’

‘Then, God bless you!’ said Faith, with the pink ribbons, ‘and may you Snd all well, when you come back.’

‘Amen!’ cried goodman Brown. ‘Say thy prayers, dear Faith, and go to bed at dusk, and no harm will come to thee.’

So they parted; and the young man pursued his way, until, being about to turn the corner by the meeting- house, he looked back, and saw the head of Faith still peeping after him, with a melancholy air, in spite of her pink ribbons.

‘Poor little Faith!’ thought he, for his heart smote him. ‘What a wretch am I, to leave her on such an errand! She talks of dreams, too. Methought, as she spoke, there was trouble in her face, as if a dream had warned her what work is to be done to- night. But, no, no! ’t would kill her to think it. Well; she’s a blessed angel on earth; and after this one night, I’ll cling to her skirts and follow her to Heaven.’

With this excellent resolve for the future, goodman Brown felt himself justiSed in making more haste on his present evil purpose. He had taken a dreary road, darkened by all the gloomiest trees of the forest, which barely stood aside to let the narrow path creep through, and closed immediately behind. It was all as lonely as could be; and there is this peculiarity in such a solitude, that the traveler knows not who may be concealed by the innu- merable trunks and the thick boughs overhead; so that, with lonely foot- steps, he may yet be passing through an unseen multitude.

‘There may be a dev ilish Indian behind every tree,’ said goodman Brown, to himself; and he glanced fearfully behind him, as he added, ‘What if the dev il himself should be at my very elbow!’

His head being turned back, he passed a crook of the road, and looking forward again, beheld the Sgure of a man, in grave and decent attire, seated at the foot of an old tree. He arose, at goodman Brown’s approach, and walked onward, side by side with him.

‘You are late, goodman Brown,’ said he. ‘The clock of the Old South was striking as I came through Boston; and that is full Sfteen minutes agone.’3

‘Faith kept me back awhile,’ replied the young man, with a tremor in his voice, caused by the sudden appearance of his companion, though not wholly unexpected.

It was now deep dusk in the forest, and deepest in that part of it where these two were journeying. As nearly as could be discerned, the second traveler was about Sfty years old, apparently in the same rank of life as good- man Brown, and bearing a considerable resemblance to him, though per- haps more in expression than features. Still, they might have been taken for father and son. And yet, though the elder person was as simply clad as the younger, and as simple in manner too, he had an indescribable air of one who knew the world, and would not have felt abashed at the governor’s dinner- table, or in king William’s4 court, were it possible that his affairs should

3. Boston’s Old South Church, built in 1669, was approximately sixteen miles from Salem. That the “Sgure” could make the journey from Old South to Salem in Sfteen minutes suggests

supernatural powers. 4. Beginning in 1689, King William III (1650– 1702) ruled En gland with his wife, Queen Mary II, until her death in 1694.

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call him thither. But the only thing about him, that could be Sxed upon as remarkable, was his staff, which bore the likeness of a great black snake, so curiously wrought, that it might almost be seen to twist and wriggle itself, like a living serpent. This, of course, must have been an ocular deception, assisted by the uncertain light.

‘Come, goodman Brown!’ cried his fellow- traveler, ‘this is a dull pace for the beginning of a journey. Take my staff, if you are so soon weary.’

‘Friend,’ said the other, exchanging his slow pace for a full stop, ‘having kept covenant by meeting thee here, it is my purpose now to return whence I came. I have scruples, touching the matter thou wot’st5 of.’

‘Sayest thou so?’ replied he of the serpent, smiling apart. ‘Let us walk on, nevertheless, reasoning as we go, and if I convince thee not, thou shalt turn back. We are but a little way in the forest, yet.’

‘Too far, too far!’ exclaimed the goodman, unconsciously resuming his walk. ‘My father never went into the woods on such an errand, nor his father before him. We have been a race of honest men and good Christians, since the days of the martyrs.6 And shall I be the Srst of the name of Brown, that ever took this path, and kept’—

‘Such company, thou wouldst say,’ observed the elder person, interpreting his pause. ‘Good, goodman Brown! I have been as well acquainted with your family as with ever a one among the Puritans; and that’s no tri^e to say. I helped your grandfather, the constable, when he lashed the Quaker woman so smartly through the streets of Salem.7 And it was I that brought your father a pitch- pine knot, kindled at my own hearth, to set Sre to an Indian village, in king Philip’s8 war. They were my good friends, both; and many a pleasant walk have we had along this path, and returned merrily after midnight. I would fain be friends with you, for their sake.’

‘If it be as thou sayest,’ replied goodman Brown, ‘I marvel they never spoke of these matters. Or, verily, I marvel not, seeing that the least rumor of the sort would have driven them from New- England. We are a people of prayer, and good works, to boot, and abide no such wickedness.’

‘Wickedness or not,’ said the traveler with the twisted staff, ‘I have a very general acquaintance here in New- England. The deacons of many a church have drunk the communion wine with me; the selectmen, of divers towns, make me their chairman; and a majority of the Great and General Court9 are Srm supporters of my interest. The governor and I, too— but these are state- secrets.’

‘Can this be so!’ cried goodman Brown, with a stare of amazement at his undisturbed companion. ‘Howbeit, I have nothing to do with the governor and council; they have their own ways, and are no rule for a simple husbandman,1 like me. But, were I to go on with thee, how should I meet the eye of that

5. Wotest; to know (archaic). 6. I.e., during the reign of the Catholic Mary Tudor of En gland (r. 1553– 58), called “Bloody Mary” for her persecution of Protestants. Com- mon reading in New En gland was John Foxe’s Acts and Monuments (1563), soon known as the Book of Martyrs; it concluded with detailed accounts of martyrdom under Mary. 7. Hawthorne’s paternal great- great- grandfather, William Hathorne (1606– 1681), had ordered the

whipping of a Quaker woman in Salem. Haw- thorne mentions this incident in “The Custom- House” preface to The Scarlet Letter. 8. Leader of the Wampanoag Indians, Meta- comet (d. 1676), called Philip by the En glish, led a bloody and ultimately unsuccessful war (1675– 76) against the New En gland colonists. 9. The legislature. 1. Usually, farmer; here, man of ordinary status.

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good old man, our minister, at Salem village? Oh, his voice would make me tremble, both Sabbath- day and lecture- day!’2

Thus far, the elder traveler had listened with due gravity, but now burst into a St of irrepressible mirth, shaking himself so violently, that his snake- like staff actually seemed to wriggle in sympathy.

‘Ha! ha! ha!’ shouted he, again and again; then composing himself, ‘Well, go on, goodman Brown, go on; but, pr’y thee, don’t kill me with laughing!’

‘Well, then, to end the matter at once,’ said goodman Brown, consider- ably nettled, ‘there is my wife, Faith. It would break her dear little heart; and I’d rather break my own!’

‘Nay, if that be the case,’ answered the other, ‘e’en go thy ways, goodman Brown. I would not, for twenty old women like the one hobbling before us, that Faith should come to any harm.’

As he spoke, he pointed his staff at a female Sgure on the path, in whom goodman Brown recognized a very pious and exemplary dame, who had taught him his catechism, in youth, and was still his moral and spiritual adviser, jointly with the minister and deacon Gookin.3

‘A marvel, truly, that goody Cloyse4 should be so far in the wilderness, at night- fall!’ said he. ‘But, with your leave, friend, I shall take a cut through the woods, until we have left this Christian woman behind. Being a stranger to you, she might ask whom I was consorting with, and whither I was going.’

‘Be it so,’ said his fellow- traveler. ‘Betake you to the woods, and let me keep the path.’

Accordingly, the young man turned aside, but took care to watch his com- panion, who advanced softly along the road, until he had come within a staff’s length of the old dame. She, meanwhile, was making the best of her way, with singular speed for so aged a woman, and mumbling some indistinct words, a prayer, doubtless, as she went. The traveler put forth his staff, and touched her withered neck with what seemed the serpent’s tail.

‘The dev il!’ screamed the pious old lady. ‘Then goody Cloyse knows her old friend?’ observed the traveler, con-

fronting her, and leaning on his writhing stick. ‘Ah, forsooth, and is it your worship, indeed?’ cried the good dame. ‘Yea,

truly is it, and in the very image of my old gossip, goodman Brown, the grand- father of the silly fellow that now is. But, would your worship believe it? my broomstick hath strangely disappeared, stolen, as I suspect, by that unhanged witch, goody Cory,5 and that, too, when I was all anointed with the juice of smallage and cinque- foil and wolf’s-bane’6—

‘Mingled with Sne wheat and the fat of a new- born babe,’ said the shape of old goodman Brown.

‘Ah, your worship knows the receipt,’7 cried the old lady, cackling aloud. ‘So, as I was saying, being all ready for the meeting, and no horse to ride on, I made up my mind to foot it; for they tell me, there is a nice young man to

2. Midweek sermon day, Wednesday or Thursday. 3. Daniel Gookin (1612– 1687), colonial magis- trate who looked after Indian affairs. Through- out the story Hawthorne uses historical names associated with Salem and the witchcraft trial. 4. Sarah Cloyce was accused of witchcraft and imprisoned during the Salem witch trials; she was released when the trials were suspended. “Goody”: i.e., goodwife; the polite title for a mar-

ried woman of humble rank. 5. A woman named Martha Cory was hanged for witchcraft on September 22, 1692. 6. Plants associated with witchcraft. “Smallage”: wild celery or parsley. “Cinque- foil”: a Sve- lobed plant of the rose family (from the Latin for “Sve Sngers”). “Wolf’s-bane”: hooded, poisonous plant known as monkshood (bane means “poison”). 7. Recipe.

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be taken into communion to- night. But now your good worship will lend me your arm, and we shall be there in a twinkling.’

‘That can hardly be,’ answered her friend. ‘I may not spare you my arm, goody Cloyse, but here is my staff, if you will.’

So saying, he threw it down at her feet, where, perhaps, it assumed life, being one of the rods which its own er had formerly lent to the Egyptian Magi.8 Of this fact, however, goodman Brown could not take cognizance. He had cast up his eyes in astonishment, and looking down again, beheld neither goody Cloyse nor the serpentine staff, but his fellow- traveler alone, who waited for him as calmly as if nothing had happened.

‘That old woman taught me my catechism!’ said the young man; and there was a world of meaning in this simple comment.

They continued to walk onward, while the elder traveler exhorted his companion to make good speed and persevere in the path, discoursing so aptly, that his arguments seemed rather to spring up in the bosom of his auditor, than to be suggested by himself. As they went, he plucked a branch of maple, to serve for a walking- stick, and began to strip it of the twigs and little boughs, which were wet with eve ning dew. The moment his Sngers touched them, they became strangely withered and dried up, as with a week’s sunshine. Thus the pair proceeded, at a good free pace, until suddenly, in a gloomy hollow of the road, goodman Brown sat himself down on the stump of a tree, and refused to go any farther.

‘Friend,’ said he, stubbornly, ‘my mind is made up. Not another step will I budge on this errand. What if a wretched old woman do choose to go to the dev il, when I thought she was going to Heaven! Is that any reason why I should quit my dear Faith, and go after her?’

‘You will think better of this, by- and- by,’ said his acquaintance, compos- edly. ‘Sit here and rest yourself awhile; and when you feel like moving again, there is my staff to help you along.’

Without more words, he threw his companion the maple stick, and was as speedily out of sight, as if he had vanished into the deepening gloom. The young man sat a few moments, by the roadside, applauding himself greatly, and thinking with how clear a conscience he should meet the min- ister, in his morning- walk, nor shrink from the eye of good old deacon Gookin. And what calm sleep would be his, that very night, which was to have been spent so wickedly, but purely and sweetly now, in the arms of Faith! Amidst these pleasant and praiseworthy meditations, goodman Brown heard the tramp of horses along the road, and deemed it advisable to conceal himself within the verge of the forest, conscious of the guilty pur- pose that had brought him thither, though now so happily turned from it.

On came the hoof- tramps and the voices of the riders, two grave old voices, conversing soberly as they drew near. These mingled sounds appeared to pass along the road, within a few yards of the young man’s hiding- place; but owing, doubtless, to the depth of the gloom, at that par tic u lar spot, neither the travelers nor their steeds were visible. Though their Sgures brushed the small boughs by the way- side, it could not be seen that they intercepted, even for a moment, the faint gleam from the strip of bright sky, athwart which they

8. Exodus 7.11 describes the magicians of Egypt who duplicated Aaron’s feat of casting down his rod before Pharaoh and making it turn into a serpent.

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must have passed. Goodman Brown alternately crouched and stood on tip- toe, pulling aside the branches, and thrusting forth his head as far as he durst, without discerning so much as a shadow. It vexed him the more, because he could have sworn, were such a thing possible, that he recognized the voices of the minister and deacon Gookin, jogging along quietly, as they were wont to do, when bound to some ordination or ecclesiastical council. While yet within hearing, one of the riders stopped to pluck a switch.

‘Of the two, reverend Sir,’ said the voice like the deacon’s, ‘I had rather miss an ordination- dinner than to- night’s meeting. They tell me that some of our community are to be here from Falmouth and beyond, and others from Connecticut and Rhode- Island; besides several of the Indian powows,9 who, after their fashion, know almost as much dev iltry as the best of us. Moreover, there is a goodly young woman to be taken into communion.’

‘Mighty well, deacon Gookin!’ replied the solemn old tones of the minister. ‘Spur up, or we shall be late. Nothing can be done, you know, until I get on the ground.’

The hoofs clattered again, and the voices, talking so strangely in the empty air, passed on through the forest, where no church had ever been gathered, nor solitary Christian prayed. Whither, then, could these holy men be jour- neying, so deep into the heathen wilderness? Young goodman Brown caught hold of a tree, for support, being ready to sink down on the ground, faint and overburthened with the heavy sickness of his heart. He looked up to the sky, doubting whether there really was a Heaven above him. Yet, there was the blue arch, and the stars brightening in it.

‘With Heaven above, and Faith below, I will yet stand Srm against the dev il!’ cried goodman Brown.

While he still gazed upward, into the deep arch of the Srmament, and had lifted his hands to pray, a cloud, though no wind was stirring, hurried across the zenith, and hid the brightening stars. The blue sky was still visible, except directly overhead, where this black mass of cloud was sweeping swiftly northward. Aloft in the air, as if from the depths of the cloud, came a con- fused and doubtful sound of voices. Once, the listener fancied that he could distinguish the accents of town’s-people of his own, men and women, both pious and ungodly, many of whom he had met at the communion- table, and had seen others rioting at the tavern. The next moment, so indistinct were the sounds, he doubted whether he had heard aught but the murmur of the old forest, whispering without a wind. Then came a stronger swell of those familiar tones, heard daily in the sunshine, at Salem village, but never, until now, from a cloud of night. There was one voice, of a young woman, uttering lamentations, yet with an uncertain sorrow, and entreating for some favor, which, perhaps, it would grieve her to obtain. And all the unseen mul- titude, both saints and sinners, seemed to encourage her onward.

‘Faith!’ shouted goodman Brown, in a voice of agony and desperation; and the echoes of the forest mocked him, crying—‘Faith! Faith!’ as if bewildered wretches were seeking her, all through the wilderness.

The cry of grief, rage, and terror, was yet piercing the night, when the unhappy husband held his breath for a response. There was a scream,

9. Medicine men; usually spelled “pow- wow” and later used to refer to any conference or gathering. Falmouth is a town on Cape Cod, about seventy miles from Salem.

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drowned immediately in a louder murmur of voices, fading into far- off laughter, as the dark cloud swept away, leaving the clear and silent sky above goodman Brown. But something ^uttered lightly down through the air, and caught on the branch of a tree. The young man seized it, and beheld a pink ribbon.

‘My Faith is gone!’ cried he, after one stupeSed moment. ‘There is no good on earth; and sin is but a name. Come, dev il! for to thee is this world given.’

And maddened with despair, so that he laughed loud and long, did good- man Brown grasp his staff and set forth again, at such a rate, that he seemed to ^y along the forest- path, rather than to walk or run. The road grew wilder and drearier, and more faintly traced, and vanished at length, leaving him in the heart of the dark wilderness, still rushing onward, with the instinct that guides mortal man to evil. The whole forest was peopled with frightful sounds; the creaking of the trees, the howling of wild beasts, and the yell of Indians; while, sometimes, the wind tolled like a distant church- bell, and sometimes gave a broad roar around the traveler, as if all Nature were laughing him to scorn. But he was himself the chief horror of the scene, and shrank not from its other horrors.

‘Ha! ha! ha!’ roared goodman Brown, when the wind laughed at him. ‘Let us hear which will laugh loudest! Think not to frighten me with your dev- iltry! Come witch, come wizard, come Indian powow, come dev il himself! and here comes goodman Brown. You may as well fear him as he fear you!’

In truth, all through the haunted forest, there could be nothing more frightful than the Sgure of goodman Brown. On he ^ew, among the black pines, brandishing his staff with frenzied gestures, now giving vent to an inspiration of horrid blasphemy, and now shouting forth such laughter, as set all the echoes of the forest laughing like demons around him. The Send in his own shape is less hideous, than when he rages in the breast of man. Thus sped the demoniac on his course, until, quivering among the trees, he saw a red light before him, as when the felled trunks and branches of a clearing have been set on Sre, and throw up their lurid blaze against the sky, at the hour of midnight. He paused, in a lull of the tempest that had driven him onward, and heard the swell of what seemed a hymn, rolling solemnly from a distance, with the weight of many voices. He knew the tune; it was a familiar one in the choir of the village meeting- house. The verse died heavily away, and was lengthened by a chorus, not of human voices, but of all the sounds of the benighted wilderness, pealing in awful harmony together. Goodman Brown cried out; and his cry was lost to his own ear, by its unison with the cry of the desert.

In the interval of silence, he stole forward, until the light glared full upon his eyes. At one extremity of an open space, hemmed in by the dark wall of the forest, arose a rock, bearing some rude, natural resemblance either to an altar or a pulpit, and surrounded by four blazing pines, their tops a ^ame, their stems untouched, like candles at an eve ning meeting. The mass of foliage, that had overgrown the summit of the rock, was all on Sre, blazing high into the night, and Stfully illuminating the whole Seld. Each pendent twig and leafy festoon was in a blaze. As the red light arose and fell, a numer- ous congregation alternately shone forth, then disappeared in shadow, and again grew, as it were, out of the darkness, peopling the heart of the solitary woods at once.

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‘A grave and dark- clad company!’ quoth goodman Brown. In truth, they were such. Among them, quivering to- and- fro, between

gloom and splendor, appeared faces that would be seen, next day, at the council- board of the province, and others which, Sabbath after Sabbath, looked devoutly heavenward, and benignantly over the crowded pews, from the holiest pulpits in the land. Some afSrm, that the lady of the governor was there. At least, there were high dames well known to her, and wives of hon- ored husbands, and widows, a great multitude, and ancient maidens, all of excellent repute, and fair young girls, who trembled, lest their mothers should espy them. Either the sudden gleams of light, ^ashing over the obscure Seld, bedazzled goodman Brown, or he recognized a score of the church- members of Salem village, famous for their especial sanctity. Good old deacon Gookin had arrived, and waited at the skirts of that venerable saint, his revered pas- tor. But, irreverently consorting with these grave, reputable, and pious people, these elders of the church, these chaste dames and dewy virgins, there were men of dissolute lives and women of spotted fame, wretches given over to all mean and Slthy vice, and suspected even of horrid crimes. It was strange to see, that the good shrank not from the wicked, nor were the sinners abashed by the saints. Scattered, also, among their pale- faced enemies, were the Indian priests, or powows, who had often scared their native forest with more hid- eous incantations than any known to En glish witchcraft.

‘But, where is Faith?’ thought goodman Brown; and, as hope came into his heart, he trembled.

Another verse of the hymn arose, a slow and solemn strain, such as the pious love, but joined to words which expressed all that our nature can con- ceive of sin, and darkly hinted at far more. Unfathomable to mere mortals is the lore of Sends. Verse after verse was sung, and still the chorus of the des- ert swelled between, like the deepest tone of a mighty organ. And, with the Snal peal of that dreadful anthem, there came a sound, as if the roaring wind, the rushing streams, the howling beasts, and every other voice of the uncon- verted wilderness, were mingling and according with the voice of guilty man, in homage to the prince of all. The four blazing pines threw up a loftier ^ame, and obscurely discovered shapes and visages of horror on the smoke- wreaths, above the impious assembly. At the same moment, the Sre on the rock shot redly forth, and formed a glowing arch above its base, where now appeared a Sgure. With reverence be it spoken, the apparition bore no slight similitude, both in garb and manner, to some grave divine of the New- England churches.

‘Bring forth the converts!’ cried a voice, that echoed through the Seld and rolled into the forest.

At the word, goodman Brown stept forth from the shadow of the trees, and approached the congregation, with whom he felt a loathful brotherhood, by the sympathy of all that was wicked in his heart. He could have well nigh sworn, that the shape of his own dead father1 beckoned him to advance, looking downward from a smoke- wreath, while a woman, with dim features of despair, threw out her hand to warn him back. Was it his mother? But

1. The Salem witch trials came to focus on the question of “specter evidence”— whether the dev- il could take on the “shape” of innocent people. If he could, then many supposed appearances of

the accused might have been impersonations. An increasing suspicion of the value of spectral evidence was among the factors leading to the suspension of the trials.

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he had no power to retreat one step, nor to resist, even in thought, when the minister and good old deacon Gookin, seized his arms, and led him to the blazing rock. Thither came also the slender form of a veiled female, led between goody Cloyse, that pious teacher of the catechism, and Martha Carrier, who had received the dev il’s promise to be queen of hell.2 A rampant hag was she! And there stood the proselytes, beneath the canopy of Sre.

‘Welcome, my children,’ said the dark Sgure, ‘to the communion of your race!3 Ye have found, thus young, your nature and your destiny. My chil- dren, look behind you!’

They turned; and ^ashing forth, as it were, in a sheet of ^ame, the Send- worshippers were seen; the smile of welcome gleamed darkly on every visage.

‘There,’ resumed the sable form, ‘are all whom ye have reverenced from youth. Ye deemed them holier than yourselves, and shrank from your own sin, contrasting it with their lives of righ teousness, and prayerful aspirations heavenward. Yet, here are they all, in my worshipping assembly! This night it shall be granted you to know their secret deeds; how hoary- bearded elders of the church have whispered wanton words to the young maids of their house holds; how many a woman, eager for widow’s weeds, has given her husband a drink at bed- time, and let him sleep his last sleep in her bosom; how beardless youths have made haste to inherit their fathers’ wealth; and how fair damsels— blush not, sweet ones!— have dug little graves in the gar- den, and bidden me, the sole guest, to an infant’s funeral. By the sympathy of your human hearts for sin, ye shall scent out all the places— whether in church, bed- chamber, street, Seld, or forest— where crime has been com- mitted, and shall exult to behold the whole earth one stain of guilt, one mighty blood- spot. Far more than this! It shall be yours to penetrate, in every bosom, the deep mystery of sin, the fountain of all wicked arts, and which, inexhaustibly supplies more evil impulses than human power— than my power, at its utmost!— can make manifest in deeds. And now, my chil- dren, look upon each other.’

They did so; and, by the blaze of the hell- kindled torches, the wretched man beheld his Faith, and the wife her husband, trembling before that unhallowed altar.

‘Lo! there ye stand, my children,’ said the Sgure, in a deep and solemn tone, almost sad, with its despairing awfulness, as if his once angelic nature could yet mourn for our miserable race. ‘Depending upon one another’s hearts, ye had still hoped, that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived! Evil is the nature of mankind. Evil must be your only happiness. Welcome, again, my children, to the communion of your race!’

‘Welcome!’ repeated the Send- worshippers, in one cry of despair and tri- umph.

And there they stood, the only pair, as it seemed, who were yet hesitating on the verge of wickedness, in this dark world. A basin was hollowed, natu- rally, in the rock. Did it contain water, reddened by the lurid light? or was it blood? or, perchance, a liquid ^ame? Herein did the Shape of Evil dip his hand, and prepare to lay the mark of baptism upon their foreheads, that they

2. During her trial, the historical Martha Car- rier told of how the dev il promised that she could become the queen of hell; she was convicted and hanged for witchcraft on August 19, 1692.

3. The New- England Magazine erroneously printed “grave,” corrected to “race” in Mosses from an Old Manse (1846).

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might be partakers of the mystery of sin, more conscious of the secret guilt of others, both in deed and thought, than they could now be of their own. The husband cast one look at his pale wife, and Faith at him. What polluted wretches would the next glance shew them to each other, shuddering alike at what they disclosed and what they saw!

‘Faith! Faith!’ cried the husband. ‘Look up to Heaven, and resist the Wicked One!’

Whether Faith obeyed, he knew not. Hardly had he spoken, when he found himself amid calm night and solitude, listening to a roar of the wind, which died heavily away through the forest. He staggered against the rock and felt it chill and damp, while a hanging twig, that had been all on Sre, besprinkled his cheek with the coldest dew.

The next morning, young goodman Brown came slowly into the street of Salem village, staring around him like a bewildered man. The good old min- ister was taking a walk along the graveyard, to get an appetite for breakfast and meditate his sermon, and bestowed a blessing, as he passed, on goodman Brown. He shrank from the venerable saint, as if to avoid an anathema. Old deacon Gookin was at domestic worship, and the holy words of his prayer were heard through the open window. ‘What God doth the wizard pray to?’ quoth goodman Brown. Goody Cloyse, that excellent old Christian, stood in the early sunshine, at her own lattice, catechising a little girl, who had brought her a pint of morning’s milk. Goodman Brown snatched away the child, as from the grasp of the Send himself. Turning the corner by the meeting- house, he spied the head of Faith, with the pink ribbons, gazing anxiously forth, and bursting into such joy at sight of him, that she skipt along the street, and almost kissed her husband before the whole village. But, goodman Brown looked sternly and sadly into her face, and passed on without a greeting.

Had goodman Brown fallen asleep in the forest, and only dreamed a wild dream of a witch- meeting?

Be it so, if you will. But, alas! it was a dream of evil omen for young good- man Brown. A stern, a sad, a darkly meditative, a distrustful, if not a des- perate man, did he become, from the night of that fearful dream. On the Sabbath- day, when the congregation were singing a holy psalm, he could not listen, because an anthem of sin rushed loudly upon his ear, and drowned all the blessed strain. When the minister spoke from the pulpit, with power and fervid eloquence, and, with his hand on the open bible, of the sacred truths of our religion, and of saint- like lives and triumphant deaths, and of future bliss or misery unutterable, then did goodman Brown turn pale, dreading, lest the roof should thunder down upon the gray blasphemer and his hearers. Often, awakening suddenly at midnight, he shrank from the bosom of Faith, and at morning or eventide, when the family knelt down at prayer, he scowled, and muttered to himself, and gazed sternly at his wife, and turned away. And when he had lived long, and was borne to his grave, a hoary corpse, followed by Faith, an aged woman, and children and grand- children, a goodly pro cession, besides neighbors, not a few, they carved no hopeful verse upon his tomb- stone; for his dying hour was gloom.

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WakeSeld1

In some old magazine or newspaper, I recollect a story, told as truth, of a man— let us call him WakeSeld— who absented himself for a long time, from his wife. The fact, thus abstractedly stated, is not very uncommon, nor— without a proper distinction of circumstances— to be condemned either as naughty or nonsensical. Howbeit, this, though far from the most aggravated, is perhaps the strangest instance, on record, of marital delinquency; and, moreover, as remarkable a freak as may be found in the whole list of human oddities. The wedded couple lived in London. The man, under pretence of going a journey, took lodgings in the next street to his own house, and there, unheard of by his wife or friends, and without the shadow of a reason for such self- banishment, dwelt upwards of twenty years. During that period, he beheld his home every day, and frequently the forlorn Mrs. WakeSeld. And after so great a gap in his matrimonial felicity— when his death was reckoned certain, his estate settled, his name dismissed from memory, and his wife, long, long ago, resigned to her autumnal widowhood— he entered the door one eve ning, quietly, as from a day’s absence, and became a loving spouse until death.

This outline is all that I remember. But the incident, though of the purest originality, unexampled, and probably never to be repeated, is one, I think, which appeals to the general sympathies of mankind. We know, each for himself, that none of us would perpetrate such a folly, yet feel as if some other might. To my own contemplations, at least, it has often recurred, always exciting wonder, but with a sense that the story must be true, and a conception of its hero’s character. Whenever any subject so forcibly affects the mind, time is well spent in thinking of it. If the reader choose, let him do his own meditation; or if he prefer to ramble with me through the twenty years of WakeSeld’s vagary, I bid him welcome; trusting that there will be a pervading spirit and a moral, even should we fail to Snd them, done up neatly, and condensed into the Snal sentence. Thought has always its efS- cacy, and every striking incident its moral.

What sort of a man was WakeSeld? We are free to shape out our own idea, and call it by his name. He was now in the meridian of life; his matrimonial affections, never violent, were sobered into a calm, habitual sentiment; of all husbands, he was likely to be the most constant, because a certain slug- gishness would keep his heart at rest, wherever it might be placed. He was intellectual, but not actively so; his mind occupied itself in long and lazy musings, that tended to no purpose, or had not vigor to attain it; his thoughts were seldom so energetic as to seize hold of words. Imagination, in the proper meaning of the term, made no part of WakeSeld’s gifts. With a cold, but not depraved nor wandering heart, and a mind never feverish with riotous thoughts, nor perplexed with originality, who could have anticipated, that our friend would entitle himself to a foremost place among the doers of eccentric deeds? Had his acquaintances been asked, who was the man in London, the surest to perform nothing to- day which should be remembered on the

1. The text is from The New- England Magazine (May 1835). Hawthorne included the story in Twice- Told Tales (1837).

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morrow, they would have thought of WakeSeld. Only the wife of his bosom might have hesitated. She, without having analyzed his character, was partly aware of a quiet selSshness, that had rusted into his inactive mind— of a peculiar sort of vanity, the most uneasy attribute about him— of a disposition to craft, which had seldom produced more positive effects than the keeping of petty secrets, hardly worth revealing— and, lastly, of what she called a little strangeness, sometimes, in the good man. This latter quality is indeSn- able, and perhaps non- existent.

Let us now imagine WakeSeld bidding adieu to his wife. It is the dusk of an October eve ning. His equipment is a drab great- coat, a hat covered with an oil- cloth, top- boots, an umbrella in one hand and a small portmanteau2 in the other. He has informed Mrs. WakeSeld that he is to take the night- coach into the country. She would fain inquire the length of his journey, its object, and the probable time of his return; but, indulgent to his harmless love of mystery, interrogates him only by a look. He tells her not to expect him positively by the return coach, nor to look alarmed should he tarry three or four days; but, at all events, to look for him at supper on Friday eve ning. WakeSeld himself, be it considered, has no suspicion of what is before him. He holds out his hand; she gives her own, and meets his parting kiss, in the matter- of- course way of a ten years’ matrimony; and forth goes the middle- aged Mr. WakeSeld, almost resolved to perplex his good lady by a whole week’s absence. After the door has closed behind him, she perceives it thrust partly open, and a vision of her husband’s face, through the aperture, smiling on her, and gone in a moment. For the time, this little incident is dismissed without a thought. But, long afterwards, when she has been more years a widow than a wife, that smile recurs, and ^ickers across all her reminis- cences of WakeSeld’s visage. In her many musings, she surrounds the origi- nal smile with a multitude of fantasies, which make it strange and awful; as, for instance, if she imagines him in a cofSn, that parting look is frozen on his pale features; or, if she dreams of him in Heaven, still his blessed spirit wears a quiet and crafty smile. Yet, for its sake, when all others have given him up for dead, she sometimes doubts whether she is a widow.

But, our business is with the husband. We must hurry after him, along the street, ere he lose his individuality, and melt into the great mass of Lon- don life. It would be vain searching for him there. Let us follow close at his heels, therefore, until, after several super^uous turns and doublings, we Snd him comfortably established by the Sreside of a small apartment, previ- ously bespoken. He is in the next street to his own, and at his journey’s end. He can scarcely trust his good fortune, in having got thither unperceived— recollecting that, at one time, he was delayed by the throng, in the very focus of a lighted lantern; and, again, there were foot- steps, that seemed to tread behind his own, distinct from the multitudinous tramp around him; and, anon, he heard a voice shouting afar, and fancied that it called his name. Doubtless, a dozen busy- bodies had been watching him, and told his wife the whole affair. Poor WakeSeld! Little knowest thou thine own insig- niScance in this great world! No mortal eye but mine has traced thee. Go quietly to thy bed, foolish man; and, on the morrow, if thou wilt be wise, get

2. Traveling bag, suitcase.

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thee home to good Mrs. WakeSeld, and tell her the truth. Remove not thy- self, even for a little week, from thy place in her chaste bosom. Were she, for a single moment, to deem thee dead, or lost, or lastingly divided from her, thou wouldst be woefully conscious of a change in thy true wife, for- ever after. It is perilous to make a chasm in human affections; not that they gape so long and wide— but so quickly close again!

Almost repenting of his frolic, or what ever it may be termed, WakeSeld lies down betimes, and starting from his Srst nap, spreads forth his arms into the wide and solitary waste of the unaccustomed bed. ‘No’— thinks he, gathering the bed- clothes about him—‘I will not sleep alone another night.’

In the morning, he rises earlier than usual, and sets himself to consider what he really means to do. Such are his loose and rambling modes of thought, that he has taken this very singular step, with the consciousness of a purpose, indeed, but without being able to deSne it sufSciently for his own contemplation. The vagueness of the project, and the convulsive effort with which he plunges into the execution of it, are equally characteristic of a feeble- minded man. WakeSeld sifts his ideas, however, as minutely as he may, and Snds himself curious to know the progress of matters at home— how his exemplary wife will endure her widowhood, of a week; and, brie^y, how the little sphere of creatures and circumstances, in which he was a central object, will be affected by his removal. A morbid vanity, therefore, lies nearest the bottom of the affair. But, how is he to attain his ends? Not, certainly, by keeping close in this comfortable lodging, where, though he slept and awoke in the next street to his home, he is as effectually abroad, as if the stage- coach had been whirling him away all night. Yet, should he reappear, the whole project is knocked in the head. His poor brains being hopelessly puzzled with this dilemma, he at length ventures out, partly resolv- ing to cross the head of the street, and send one hasty glance towards his forsaken domicile. Habit— for he is a man of habits— takes him by the hand, and guides him, wholly unaware, to his own door, where, just at the critical moment, he is aroused by the scraping of his foot upon the step. WakeSeld! whither are you going?

At that instant, his fate was turning on the pivot. Little dreaming of the doom to which his Srst backward step devotes him, he hurries away, breath- less with agitation hitherto unfelt, and hardly dares turn his head, at the distant corner. Can it be, that nobody caught sight of him? Will not the whole household— the decent Mrs. WakeSeld, the smart maid- servant, and the dirty little foot- boy—raise a hue- and- cry, through London streets, in pursuit of their fugitive lord and master? Wonderful escape! He gathers courage to pause and look homeward, but is perplexed with a sense of change about the familiar ediSce, such as affects us all, when, after a separation of months or years, we again see some hill or lake, or work of art, with which we were friends, of old. In ordinary cases, this indescribable impression is caused by the comparison and contrast between our imperfect reminiscences and the reality. In WakeSeld, the magic of a single night has wrought a similar trans- formation, because, in that brief period, a great moral change has been effected. But this is a secret from himself. Before leaving the spot, he catches a far and momentary glimpse of his wife, passing athwart the front window, with her face turned towards the head of the street. The crafty nincompoop takes to his heels, scared with the idea, that, among a thousand such atoms

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of mortality, her eye must have detected him. Right glad is his heart, though his brain be somewhat dizzy, when he Snds himself by the coal- Sre of his lodgings.

So much for the commencement of this long whim- wham. After the criti- cal conception, and the stirring up of the man’s sluggish temperament to put it in practice, the whole matter evolves itself in a natural train. We may suppose him, as the result of deep deliberation, buying a new wig, of reddish hair, and selecting sundry garments, in a fashion unlike his customary suit of brown, from a Jew’s old- clothes bag. It is accomplished. WakeSeld is another man. The new system being now established, a retrograde movement to the old would be almost as difScult as the step that placed him in his unparal- leled position. Furthermore, he is rendered obstinate by a sulkiness, occa- sionally incident to his temper, and brought on, at present, by the inadequate sensation which he conceived to have been produced in the bosom of Mrs. WakeSeld. He will not go back until she be frightened half to death. Well; twice or thrice has she passed before his sight, each time with a heavier step, a paler cheek, and more anxious brow; and, in the third week of his non- appearance, he detects a portent of evil entering the house, in the guise of an apothecary. Next day, the knocker is muf^ed. Towards night- fall, comes the chariot of a physician, and deposits its big- wigged and solemn burthen at WakeSeld’s door, whence, after a quarter of an hour’s visit, he emerges, perchance the herald of a funeral. Dear woman! Will she die? By this time, WakeSeld is excited to something like energy of feeling, but still lingers away from his wife’s bedside, pleading with his conscience, that she must not be disturbed at such a juncture. If aught else restrains him, he does not know it. In the course of a few weeks, she gradually recovers; the crisis is over; her heart is sad, perhaps, but quiet; and, let him return soon or late, it will never be feverish for him again. Such ideas glimmer through the mist of WakeSeld’s mind, and render him indistinctly conscious, that an almost impassable gulf divides his hired apartment from his former home. ‘It is but in the next street!’ he sometimes says. Fool! it is in another world. Hitherto, he has put off his return from one par tic u lar day to another; henceforward, he leaves the precise time undetermined. Not to- morrow—probably next week— pretty soon. Poor man! The dead have nearly as much chance of re- visiting their earthly homes, as the self- banished WakeSeld.

Would that I had a folio to write, instead of a brief article in the New- England! Then might I exemplify how an in^uence, beyond our control, lays its strong hand on every deed which we do, and weaves its consequences into an iron tissue of necessity. WakeSeld is spell- bound. We must leave him, for ten years or so, to haunt around his house, without once crossing the threshold, and to be faithful to his wife, with all the affection of which his heart is capable, while he is slowly fading out of hers. Long since, it must be remarked, he has lost the perception of singularity in his conduct.

Now for a scene! Amid the throng of a London street, we distinguish a man, now waxing el der ly, with few characteristics to attract careless observ- ers, yet bearing, in his whole aspect, the hand- writing of no common fate, for such as have the skill to read it. He is meagre; his low and narrow fore- head is deeply wrinkled; his eyes, small and lustreless, sometimes wander apprehensively about him, but oftener seem to look inward. He bends his head, and moves with an indescribable obliquity of gait, as if unwilling to

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display his full front to the world. Watch him, long enough to see what we have described, and you will allow, that circumstances— which often produce remarkable men from nature’s ordinary handiwork— have produced one such here. Next, leaving him to sidle along the foot- walk, cast your eyes in the opposite direction, where a portly female, considerably in the wane of life, with a prayer- book in her hand, is proceeding to yonder church. She has the placid mien of settled widowhood. Her regrets have either died away, or have become so essential to her heart, that they would be poorly exchanged for joy. Just as the lean man and well conditioned woman are passing, a slight obstruction occurs, and brings these two Sgures directly in contact. Their hands touch; the pressure of the crowd forces her bosom against his shoul- der; they stand, face to face, staring into each other’s eyes. After a ten years’ separation, thus WakeSeld meets his wife!

The throng eddies away, and carries them asunder. The sober widow, resuming her former pace, proceeds to church, but pauses in the portal, and throws a perplexed glance along the street. She passes in, however, opening her prayer- book as she goes. And the man? With so wild a face, that busy and selSsh London stands to gaze after him, he hurries to his lodgings, bolts the door, and throws himself upon the bed. The latent feelings of years break out; his feeble mind acquires a brief energy from their strength; all the mis- erable strangeness of his life is revealed to him at a glance; and he cries out, passionately—‘WakeSeld! WakeSeld! You are mad!’

Perhaps he was so. The singularity of his situation must have so moulded him to itself, that, considered in regard to his fellow- creatures and the busi- ness of life, he could not be said to possess his right mind. He had contrived, or rather he had happened, to dissever himself from the world— to vanish— to give up his place and privileges with living men, without being admitted among the dead. The life of a hermit is nowise parallel to his. He was in the bustle of the city, as of old; but the crowd swept by, and saw him not; he was, we may Sguratively say, always beside his wife, and at his hearth, yet must never feel the warmth of the one, nor the affection of the other. It was WakeSeld’s unpre ce dented fate, to retain his original share of human sympa- thies, and to be still involved in human interests, while he had lost his recip- rocal in^uence on them. It would be a most curious speculation, to trace out the effect of such circumstances on his heart and intellect, separately, and in unison. Yet, changed as he was, he would seldom be conscious of it, but deem himself the same man as ever; glimpses of the truth, indeed, would come, but only for the moment; and still he would keep saying—‘I shall soon go back!’— nor re^ect, that he had been saying so for twenty years.

I conceive, also, that these twenty years would appear, in the retrospect, scarcely longer than the week to which WakeSeld had at Srst limited his absence. He would look on the affair as no more than an interlude in the main business of his life. When, after a little while more, he should deem it time to re- enter his parlor, his wife would clap her hands for joy, on behold- ing the middle- aged Mr. WakeSeld. Alas, what a mistake! Would Time but await the close of our favorite follies, we should be young men, all of us, and till Doom’s Day.

One eve ning, in the twentieth year since he vanished, WakeSeld is taking his customary walk towards the dwelling which he still calls his own. It is a gusty night of autumn, with frequent showers, that patter down upon the

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pavement, and are gone, before a man can put up his umbrella. Pausing near the house, WakeSeld discerns, through the parlor- windows of the second ^oor, the red glow, and the glimmer and Stful ^ash, of a comfortable Sre. On the ceiling, appears a grotesque shadow of good Mrs. WakeSeld. The cap, the nose and chin, and the broad waist, form an admirable caricature, which dances, moreover, with the up- ̂ ickering and down- sinking blaze, almost too merrily for the shade of an el der ly widow. At this instant, a shower chances to fall, and is driven, by the unmannerly gust, full into WakeSeld’s face and bosom. He is quite penetrated with its autumnal chill. Shall he stand, wet and shivering here, when his own hearth has a good Sre to warm him, and his own wife will run to fetch the gray coat and small- clothes,3 which, doubt- less, she has kept carefully in the closet of their bed- chamber? No! WakeSeld is no such fool. He ascends the steps— heavily!—for twenty years have stiff- ened his legs, since he came down— but he knows it not. Stay, WakeSeld! Would you go to the sole home that is left you? Then step into your grave! The door opens. As he passes in, we have a parting glimpse of his visage, and recognize the crafty smile, which was the precursor of the little joke, that he has ever since been playing off at his wife’s expense. How unmercifully has he quizzed4 the poor woman! Well; a good night’s rest to WakeSeld!

This happy event— supposing it to be such— could only have occurred at an unpremeditated moment. We will not follow our friend across the thresh- old. He has left us much food for thought, a portion of which shall lend its wisdom to a moral, and be shaped into a Sgure. Amid the seeming confu- sion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another, and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever. Like WakeSeld, he may become, as it were, the Outcast of the Universe.

1835

The May- Pole of Merry Mount1

There is an admirable foundation for a philosophic romance, in the curious history of the early settlement of Mount Wallaston, or Merry Mount. In the slight sketch here attempted, the facts, recorded on the grave pages of our New En gland annalists, have wrought themselves, almost spontaneously, into a sort of allegory. The masques, mummeries, and festive customs, described in the text, are in accordance with the manners of the age. Authority, on these points may be found in Strutt’s Book of En glish Sports and Pastimes.2

Bright were the days at Merry Mount, when the May- Pole was the banner- staff of that gay colony! They who reared it, should their banner be trium- phant, were to pour sun- shine over New En gland’s rugged hills, and scatter

3. Knee- length pants. 4. Played a joke on. 1. The text is that of the Srst printing in The Token (1836). Hawthorne included the story in Twice-Told Tales (1837). “May- pole”: in En glish tradition, the tall pole placed in a village around

which ^ower- bedecked people danced to celebrate May Day (the coming of spring). Puritans con- demned the custom as pagan. 2. Joseph Strutt, The Sports and Pastimes of the People of En gland (1801). Hawthorne also knew Nathaniel Morton’s New En gland Memorial

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^ower- seeds throughout the soil. Jollity and gloom were contending for an empire. Midsummer eve3 had come, bringing deep verdure to the forest, and roses in her lap, of a more vivid hue than the tender buds of Spring. But May, or her mirthful spirit, dwelt all the year round at Merry Mount, sport- ing with the Summer months, and revelling with Autumn, and basking in the glow of Winter’s Sreside. Through a world of toil and care, she ^itted with a dreamlike smile, and came hither to Snd a home among the lightsome hearts of Merry Mount.

Never had the May- Pole been so gaily decked as at sunset on mid- summer eve. This venerated emblem was a pine tree, which had preserved the slender grace of youth, while it equalled the loftiest height of the old wood monarchs. From its top streamed a silken banner, colored like the rainbow. Down nearly to the ground, the pole was dressed with birchen boughs, and others of the liveliest green, and some with silvery leaves, fastened by ribbons that ^ut- tered in fantastic knots of twenty different colors, but no sad ones. Garden ^owers, and blossoms of the wilderness, laughed gladly forth amid the ver- dure, so fresh and dewy, that they must have grown by magic on that happy pine tree. Where this green and ^owery splendor terminated, the shaft of the May- Pole was stained with the seven brilliant hues of the banner at its top. On the lowest green bough hung an abundant wreath of roses, some that had been gathered in the sunniest spots of the forest, and others, of still richer blush, which the colonists had reared from En glish seed. Oh, people of the Golden Age, the chief of your husbandry, was to raise ^owers!

But what was the wild throng that stood hand in hand about the May- Pole? It could not be, that the Fauns and Nymphs, when driven from their classic groves and homes of ancient fable, had sought refuge, as all the persecuted did, in the fresh woods of the West. These were Gothic monsters, though perhaps of Grecian ancestry. On the shoulders of a comely youth, uprose the head and branching antlers of a stag; a second, human in all other points, had the grim visage of a wolf; a third, still with the trunk and limbs of a mor- tal man, showed the beard and horns of a venerable he- goat. There was the likeness of a bear erect, brute in all but his hind legs, which were adorned with pink silk stockings. And here again, almost as wondrous, stood a real bear of the dark forest, lending each of his fore paws to the grasp of a human hand, and as ready for the dance as any in that circle. This inferior nature rose half- way, to meet his companions as they stooped. Other faces wore the similitude of man or woman, but distorted or extravagant, with red noses pendulous before their mouths, which seemed of awful depth, and stretched from ear to ear in an eternal St of laughter. Here might be seen the Salvage Man,4 well known in heraldry, hairy as a baboon, and girdled with green leaves. By his side, a nobler Sgure, but still a counterfeit, appeared an Indian

(1669), which drew on William Bradford’s manu- script history Of Plymouth Plantation. Haw- thorne’s tale works loosely with the historical con^ict between the colony of fur traders at Mount Wollaston, now Quincy, Massachusetts, and the religious leaders of Plymouth and Salem from 1625 to 1630. Thomas Morton (c. 1579– 1647), one of the traders, had dubbed Mount Wol- laston “Merry Mount” and in 1627 encouraged the use of the maypole. In 1628 John Endicott

(1589?– 1665), the governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony, led an expedition that cut down the maypole shortly after Morton was deported to En gland for trafScking Srearms to the Indians. Morton presents his side of the con^ict in New En glish Canaan (1637). 3. June 20, the day before the longest day of the year. 4. Person clad in foliage to represent a savage, as in medieval and Re nais sance pageantry.

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hunter, with feathery crest and wampum belt. Many of this strange company wore fools- caps, and had little bells appended to their garments, tinkling with a silvery sound, responsive to the inaudible music of their gleesome spirits. Some youths and maidens were of soberer garb, yet well maintained their places in the irregular throng, by the expression of wild revelry upon their features. Such were the colonists of Merry Mount, as they stood in the broad smile of sunset, round their venerated May- Pole.

Had a wanderer, bewildered in the melancholy forest, heard their mirth, and stolen a half- affrighted glance, he might have fancied them the crew of Comus,5 some already transformed to brutes, some midway between man and beast, and the others rioting in the ^ow of tipsey jollity that foreran the change. But a band of Puritans, who watched the scene, invisible them- selves, compared the masques to those dev ils and ruined souls, with whom their superstition peopled the black wilderness.

Within the ring of monsters, appeared the two airiest forms, that had ever trodden on any more solid footing than a purple and golden cloud. One was a youth, in glistening apparel, with a scarf of the rainbow pattern crosswise on his breast. His right hand held a gilded staff, the ensign6 of high dignity among the revellous, and his left grasped the slender Sngers of a fair maiden, not less gaily decorated than himself. Bright roses glowed in contrast with the dark and glossy curls of each, and were scattered round their feet, or had sprung up spontaneously there. Behind this lightsome couple, so close to the May- Pole that its boughs shaded his jovial face, stood the Sgure of an En glish priest, canonically dressed, yet decked with ̂ owers, in Heathen fash- ion, and wearing a chaplet of the native vine leaves. By the riot of his rolling eye, and the pagan decorations of his holy garb, he seemed the wildest mon- ster there, and the very Comus of the crew.

‘Votaries of the May- Pole,’ cried the ^ower- decked priest, ‘merrily, all day long, have the woods echoed to your mirth. But be this your merriest hour, my hearts! Lo, here stand the Lord and Lady of the May, whom I, a clerk7 of Oxford, and high priest of Merry Mount, am presently to join in holy mat- rimony. Up with your nimble spirits, ye morrice- dancers, green- men, and glee- maidens,8 bears and wolves, and horned gentlemen! Come; a chorus now, rich with the old mirth of Merry En gland, and the wilder glee of this fresh forest; and then a dance, to show the youthful pair what life is made of, and how airily they should go through it! All ye that love the May- Pole, lend your voices to the nuptial song of the Lord and Lady of the May!’

This wedlock was more serious than most affairs of Merry Mount, where jest and delusion, trick and fantasy, kept up a continual carnival. The Lord and Lady of the May, though their titles must be laid down at sunset, were really and truly to be partners for the dance of life, beginning the mea sure that same bright eve. The wreath of roses, that hung from the lowest green bough of the May- Pole, had been twined for them, and would be thrown over both their heads, in symbol of their ^owery union. When the priest had spo- ken, therefore, a riotous uproar burst from the rout of monstrous Sgures.

5. The god of revelry, here associated with Mil- ton’s Comus (1634), whose magical potions turn unsuspecting travelers in the woods into mon- strous Sgures who join his crew. 6. Sign, token.

7. In Anglican usage, lay minister who assists the parish clergyman. 8. Women singers. “Morrice- dancers”: partici- pants in an En glish folk dance. “Green- men”: men bedecked in greenery.

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‘Begin you the stave,9 reverend Sir,’ cried they all; ‘and never did the woods ring to such a merry peal, as we of the May- Pole shall send up!’

Immediately a prelude of pipe, cittern,1 and viol, touched with practised minstrelsy, began to play from a neighboring thicket, in such a mirthful cadence, that the boughs of the May- Pole quivered to the sound. But the May Lord, he of the gilded staff, chancing to look into his Lady’s eyes, was wonderstruck at the almost pensive glance that met his own.

‘Edith, sweet Lady of the May,’ whispered he, reproachfully, ‘is your wreath of roses a garland to hang above our graves, that you look so sad? Oh, Edith, this is our golden time! Tarnish it not by any pensive shadow of the mind; for it may be, that nothing of futurity will be brighter than the mere remembrance of what is now passing.’

‘That was the very thought that saddened me! How came it in your mind too?’ said Edith, in a still lower tone than he; for it was high treason to be sad at Merry Mount. ‘Therefore do I sigh amid this festive music. And besides, dear Edgar, I struggle as with a dream, and fancy that these shapes of our jovial friends are visionary, and their mirth unreal, and that we are no true Lord and Lady of the May. What is the mystery in my heart?’

Just then, as if a spell had loosened them, down came a little shower of withering rose leaves from the May- Pole. Alas, for the young lovers! No sooner had their hearts glowed with real passion, than they were sensible of something vague and unsubstantial in their former pleasures, and felt a dreary presentiment of inevitable change. From the moment that they truly loved, they had subjected themselves to earth’s doom of care, and sorrow, and troubled joy, and had no more a home at Merry Mount. That was Edith’s mystery. Now leave we the priest to marry them, and the masquers to sport round the May- Pole, till the last sunbeam be withdrawn from its summit, and the shadows of the forest mingle gloomily in the dance. Meanwhile, we may discover who these gay people were.

Two hundred years ago, and more, the old world and its inhabitants became mutually weary of each other. Men voyaged by thousands to the West; some to barter glass beads, and such like jewels, for the furs of the Indian hunter; some to conquer virgin empires; and one stern band to pray. But none of these motives had much weight with the colonists of Merry Mount. Their leaders were men who had sported so long with life, that when Thought and Wisdom came, even these unwelcome guests were led astray, by the crowd of vanities which they should have put to ^ight. Erring Thought and per- verted Wisdom were made to put on masques, and play the fool. The men of whom we speak, after losing the heart’s fresh gaiety, imagined a wild phi- losophy of plea sure, and came hither to act out their latest day- dream. They gathered followers from all that giddy tribe, whose whole life is like the festal days of soberer men. In their train were minstrels, not unknown in London streets; wandering players, whose theatres had been the halls of noblemen; mummeries, rope- dancers, and mountebanks,2 who would long be missed at wakes, church- ales, and fairs; in a word, mirth- makers of every sort, such as abounded in that age, but now began to be discountenanced by the rapid growth of Puritanism. Light had their footsteps been on land,

9. Stanza or verse. 1. Guitar with pear- shaped body. 2. Showmen who “mount benches” to sell medi-

cines or (as here) to tell stories or do tricks. “Mummeries”: masked actors. “Rope- dancers”: tightrope walkers.

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and as lightly they came across the sea. Many had been maddened by their previous troubles into a gay despair; others were as madly gay in the ^ush of youth, like the May Lord and his Lady; but what ever might be the quality of their mirth, old and young were gay at Merry Mount. The young deemed themselves happy. The elder spirits, if they knew that mirth was but the counterfeit of happiness, yet followed the false shadow wilfully, because at least her garments glittered brightest. Sworn tri^ers of a life- time, they would not venture among the sober truths of life, not even to be truly blest.

All the hereditary pastimes of Old En gland were transplanted hither. The King of Christmas was duly crowned, and the Lord of Misrule3 bore potent sway. On the eve of Saint John,4 they felled whole acres of the forest to make bonSres, and danced by the blaze all night, crowned with garlands, and throwing ̂ owers into the ̂ ame. At harvest time, though their crop was of the smallest, they made an image with the sheaves of Indian corn, and wreathed it with autumnal garlands, and bore it home triumphantly. But what chie^y characterized the colonists of Merry Mount, was their veneration for the May- Pole. It has made their true history a poet’s tale. Spring decked the hal- lowed emblem with young blossoms and fresh green boughs; Summer brought roses of the deepest blush, and the perfected foliage of the forest; Autumn enriched it with that red and yellow gorgeousness, which converts each wildwood leaf into a painted ^ower; and Winter silvered it with sleet, and hung it round with icicles, till it ^ashed in the cold sunshine, itself a frozen sunbeam. Thus each alternate season did homage to the May- Pole, and paid it a tribute of its own richest splendor. Its votaries danced round it, once, at least, in every month; sometimes they called it their religion, or their altar; but always, it was the banner- staff of Merry Mount.

Unfortunately, there were men in the new world, of a sterner faith than these May- Pole worshippers. Not far from Merry Mount was a settlement of Puritans, most dismal wretches, who said their prayers before daylight, and then wrought in the forest or the cornSeld, till eve ning made it prayer time again. Their weapons were always at hand, to shoot down the straggling savage. When they met in conclave, it was never to keep up the old En glish mirth, but to hear sermons three hours long, or to proclaim bounties on the heads of wolves and the scalps of Indians. Their festivals were fast- days, and their chief pastime the singing of psalms. Woe to the youth or maiden, who did but dream of a dance! The selectman nodded to the constable; and there sat the light- heeled reprobate in the stocks; or if he danced, it was round the whipping- post, which might be termed the Puritan May- Pole.

A party of these grim Puritans, toiling through the difScult woods, each with a horse- load of iron armor to burthen his footsteps, would sometimes draw near the sunny precincts of Merry Mount. There were the silken colo- nists, sporting round their May- Pole; perhaps teaching a bear to dance, or striving to communicate their mirth to the grave Indian; or masquerading in the skins of deer and wolves, which they had hunted for that especial purpose. Often, the whole colony were playing at blindman’s bluff, magis- trates and all with their eyes ban daged, except a single scape- goat, whom the blinded sinners pursued by the tinkling of the bells at his garments. Once, it

3. Person appointed to preside over the tradi- tional Christmas revelry.

4. Midsummer eve.

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is said, they were seen following a ^ower- decked corpse, with merriment and festive music, to his grave. But did the dead man laugh? In their quietest times, they sang ballads and told tales, for the ediScation of their pious visit- ers; or perplexed them with juggling tricks; or grinned at them through horse- collars; and when sport itself grew wearisome, they made game of their own stupidity, and began a yawning match. At the very least of these enormi- ties, the men of iron shook their heads and frowned so darkly, that the revel- lers looked up, imagining that a momentary cloud had overcast the sunshine, which was to be perpetual there. On the other hand, the Puritans afSrmed, that, when a psalm was pealing from their place of worship, the echo, which the forest sent them back, seemed often like the chorus of a jolly catch, clos- ing with a roar of laughter. Who but the Send, and his fond slaves, the crew of Merry Mount, had thus disturbed them! In due time, a feud arose, stern and bitter on one side, and as serious on the other as any thing could be, among such light spirits as had sworn allegiance to the May- Pole. The future complexion of New En gland was involved in this important quarrel. Should the grisly saints establish their jurisdiction over the gay sinners, then would their spirits darken all the clime, and make it a land of clouded visages, of hard toil, of sermon and psalm, forever. But should the banner- staff of Merry Mount be fortunate, sunshine would break upon the hills, and ^owers would beautify the forest, and late posterity do homage to the May- Pole!

After these authentic passages from history, we return to the nuptials of the Lord and Lady of the May. Alas! we have delayed too long, and must darken our tale too suddenly. As we glanced again at the May- Pole, a solitary sun- beam is fading from the summit, and leaves only a faint golden tinge, blended with the hues of the rainbow banner. Even that dim light is now withdrawn, relinquishing the whole domain of Merry Mount to the eve ning gloom, which has rushed so instantaneously from the black surrounding woods. But some of these black shadows have rushed forth in human shape.

Yes: with the setting sun, the last day of mirth had passed from Merry Mount. The ring of gay masquers was disordered and broken; the stag low- ered his antlers in dismay; the wolf grew weaker than a lamb; the bells of the morrice- dancers tinkled with tremulous affright. The Puritans had played a characteristic part in the May- Pole mummeries. Their darksome Sgures were intermixed with the wild shapes of their foes, and made the scene a picture of the moment, when waking thoughts start up amid the scattered fantasies of a dream. The leader of the hostile party stood in the centre of the circle, while the rout of monsters cowered around him, like evil spirits in the presence of a dread magician. No fantastic foolery could look him in the face. So stern was the energy of his aspect, that the whole man, visage, frame, and soul, seemed wrought of iron, gifted with life and thought, yet all of one substance with his head- piece and breast- plate. It was the Puritan of Puritans; it was Endicott himself!5

‘Stand off, priest of Baal!’6 said he, with a grim frown, and laying no rev- erent hand upon the surplice. ‘I know thee, Blackstone!7 Thou art the man,

5. John Endicott (c. 1588–1665) served as the Srst governor of the Massachusetts Bay Colony from 1629 to 1630; he was succeeded by John Winthrop. 6. The slaying of the prophets of the fertility god

Baal is described in 1 Kings 18. 7. “Did Governor Endicott speak less positively, we should suspect a mistake here. The Reverend Mr. Blackstone, though an eccentric, is not known to have been an immoral man. We rather doubt

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who couldst not abide the rule even of thine own corrupted church,8 and hast come hither to preach iniquity, and to give example of it in thy life. But now shall it be seen that the Lord hath sanctiSed this wilderness for his peculiar people. Woe unto them that would deSle it! And Srst for this ^ower- decked abomination, the altar of thy worship!’

And with his keen sword, Endicott assaulted the hallowed May- Pole. Nor long did it resist his arm. It groaned with a dismal sound; it showered leaves and rose- buds upon the remorseless enthusiast; and Snally, with all its green boughs, and ribbons, and ^owers, symbolic of departed pleasures, down fell the banner- staff of Merry Mount. As it sank, tradition says, the eve ning sky grew darker, and the woods threw forth a more sombre shadow.

‘There,’ cried Endicott, looking triumphantly on his work, ‘there lies the only May- Pole in New En gland! The thought is strong within me, that, by its fall, is shadowed forth the fate of light and idle mirth- makers, amongst us and our posterity. Amen, saith John Endicott!’

‘Amen!’ echoed his followers. But the votaries of the May- Pole gave one groan for their idol. At the sound,

the Puritan leader glanced at the crew of Comus, each a Sgure of broad mirth, yet, at this moment, strangely expressive of sorrow and dismay.

‘Valiant captain,’ quoth Peter Palfrey, the Ancient9 of the band, ‘what order shall be taken with the prisoners?’

‘I thought not to repent me of cutting down a May- Pole,’ replied Endicott, ‘yet now I could Snd in my heart to plant it again, and give each of these bestial pagans one other dance round their idol. It would have served rarely for a whipping- post!’

‘But there are pine trees enow,’ suggested the lieutenant. ‘True, good Ancient,’ said the leader. ‘Wherefore, bind the heathen crew,

and bestow on them a small matter of stripes apiece, as earnest1 of our future justice. Set some of the rogues in the stocks to rest themselves, so soon as Providence shall bring us to one of our own well- ordered settlements, where such accommodations may be found. Further penalties, such as branding and cropping of ears, shall be thought of hereafter.’

‘How many stripes for the priest?’ inquired Ancient Palfrey. ‘None as yet,’ answered Endicott, bending his iron frown upon the cul-

prit. ‘It must be for the Great and General Court2 to determine, whether stripes and long imprisonment, and other grievous penalty, may atone for his transgressions. Let him look to himself! For such as violate our civil order, it may be permitted us to show mercy. But woe to the wretch that troubleth our religion!’

‘And this dancing bear,’ resumed the ofScer. ‘Must he share the stripes of his fellows?’

‘Shoot him through the head!’ said the energetic Puritan. ‘I suspect witchcraft in the beast.’

his identity with the priest of Merry Mount” [Hawthorne’s note]. An eccentric clergyman, Wil- liam Blackstone was known for quarreling with both the Merry Mounters and the Puritans. 8. The Anglican Church. 9. Lieutenant or standard bearer. Palfrey (d.

1663), one of the Srst En glish settlers of Salem, which had broken away from the Plymouth Col- ony in 1629. 1. Pledge. 2. Massachusetts legislature.

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‘Here be a couple of shining ones,’ continued Peter Palfrey, pointing his weapon at the Lord and Lady of the May. ‘They seem to be of high station among these mis- doers. Methinks their dignity will not be Stted with less than a double share of stripes.’

Endicott rested on his sword, and closely surveyed the dress and aspect of the hapless pair. There they stood, pale, downcast, and apprehensive. Yet there was an air of mutual support, and of pure affection, seeking aid and giving it, that showed them to be man and wife, with the sanction of a priest upon their love. The youth, in the peril of the moment, had dropped his gilded staff, and thrown his arm about the Lady of the May, who leaned against his breast, too lightly to burthen him, but with weight enough to express that their destinies were linked together, for good or evil. They looked Srst at each other, and then into the grim captain’s face. There they stood, in the Srst hour of wedlock, while the idle pleasures, of which their com- panions were the emblems, had given place to the sternest cares of life, per- soniSed by the dark Puritans. But never had their youthful beauty seemed so pure and high, as when its glow was chastened by adversity.

‘Youth,’ said Endicott, ‘ye stand in an evil case, thou and thy maiden wife. Make ready presently; for I am minded that ye shall both have a token to remember your wedding- day!’

‘Stern man,’ exclaimed the May Lord, ‘How can I move thee? Were the means at hand, I would resist to the death. Being powerless, I entreat! Do with me as thou wilt; but let Edith go untouched!’

‘Not so,’ replied the immitigable zealot. ‘We are not wont to show an idle courtesy to that sex, which requireth the stricter discipline. What sayest thou, maid? Shall thy silken bridegroom suffer thy share of the penalty, besides his own?’

‘Be it death,’ said Edith, ‘and lay it all on me!’ Truly, as Endicott had said, the poor lovers stood in a woeful case. Their

foes were triumphant, their friends captive and abased, their home desolate, the benighted wilderness around them, and a rigorous destiny, in the shape of the Puritan leader, their only guide. Yet the deepening twilight could not altogether conceal, that the iron man was softened; he smiled, at the fair spec- tacle of early love; he almost sighed, for the inevitable blight of early hopes.

‘The troubles of life have come hastily on this young couple,’ observed Endicott. ‘We will see how they comport themselves under their present trials, ere we burthen them with greater. If, among the spoil, there be any garments of a more decent fashion, let them be put upon this May Lord and his Lady, instead of their glistening vanities. Look to it, some of you.’

‘And shall not the youth’s hair be cut?’ asked Peter Palfrey, looking with abhorrence at the love- lock and long glossy curls of the young man.

‘Crop it forthwith, and that in the true pumpkin shell fashion,’3 answered the captain. ‘Then bring them along with us, but more gently than their fel- lows. There be qualities in the youth, which may make him valiant to Sght, and sober to toil, and pious to pray; and in the maiden, that may St her to become a mother in our Israel,4 bringing up babes in better nurture than her

3. Roundhead style; relatively close- cropped in Puritan fashion. 4. Endicott makes the standard 17th- century

Puritan identiScation of the New En gland set- tlers with the biblical Jews, whom he regarded as another persecuted, God- chosen group.

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own hath been. Nor think ye, young ones, that they are the happiest, even in our lifetime of a moment, who misspend it in dancing round a May- Pole!’

And Endicott, the severest Puritan of all who laid the rock- foundation of New En gland, lifted the wreath of roses from the ruin of the May- Pole, and threw it, with his own gauntleted hand, over the heads of the Lord and Lady of the May. It was a deed of prophecy. As the moral gloom of the world overpowers all systematic gaiety, even so was their home of wild mirth made desolate amid the sad forest. They returned to it no more. But, as their ^owery garland was wreathed of the brightest roses that had grown there, so, in the tie that united them, were intertwined all the purest and best of their early joys. They went heavenward, supporting each other along the difScult path which it was their lot to tread, and never wasted one regretful thought on the vanities of Merry Mount.

1835

The Minister’s Black Veil1

A Parable2

by the author of ‘sights from a steeple’

The sexton stood in the porch of Milford3 meeting- house, pulling lustily at the bell- rope. The old people of the village came stooping along the street. Children, with bright faces, tript merrily beside their parents, or mimicked a graver gait, in the conscious dignity of their Sunday clothes. Spruce bache- lors looked sidelong at the pretty maidens, and fancied that the sabbath sun- shine made them prettier than on week- days. When the throng had mostly streamed into the porch, the sexton began to toll the bell, keeping his eye on the Reverend Mr. Hooper’s door. The Srst glimpse of the clergyman’s Sgure was the signal for the bell to cease its summons.

‘But what has good Parson Hooper got upon his face?’ cried the sexton in astonishment.

All within hearing immediately turned about, and beheld the semblance of Mr. Hooper, pacing slowly his meditative way towards the meeting- house. With one accord they started, expressing more wonder than if some strange minister were coming to dust the cushions of Mr. Hooper’s pulpit.

‘Are you sure it is our parson?’ inquired Goodman Gray of the sexton. ‘Of a certainty it is good Mr. Hooper,’ replied the sexton. ‘He was to have

exchanged pulpits with Parson Shute of Westbury; but Parson Shute sent to excuse himself yesterday, being to preach a funeral sermon.’

The cause of so much amazement may appear sufSciently slight. Mr. Hooper, a gentlemanly person of about thirty, though still a bachelor, was

1. The text is that of the Srst printing in The Token (1836). Hawthorne reprinted the story in Twice-Told Tales (1837). 2. Another clergyman in New- England, Mr. Joseph Moody, of York, Maine, who died about eighty years since, made himself remarkable by  the same eccentricity that is here related of

the Reverend Mr. Hooper. In his case, however, the symbol had a different import. In early life he had accidentally killed a beloved friend; and from that day till the hour of his own death, he hid his face from men [Hawthorne’s note]. 3. Town southwest of Boston.

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dressed with due clerical neatness, as if a careful wife had starched his band,4 and brushed the weekly dust from his Sunday’s garb. There was but one thing remarkable in his appearance. Swathed about his forehead, and hang- ing down over his face, so low as to be shaken by his breath, Mr. Hooper had on a black veil. On a nearer view, it seemed to consist of two folds of crape,5 which entirely concealed his features, except the mouth and chin, but prob- ably did not intercept his sight, farther than to give a darkened aspect to all living and inanimate things. With this gloomy shade before him, good Mr. Hooper walked onward, at a slow and quiet pace, stooping somewhat and looking on the ground, as is customary with abstracted men, yet nodding kindly to those of his parishioners who still waited on the meeting- house steps. But so wonder- struck were they, that his greeting hardly met with a return.

‘I can’t really feel as if good Mr. Hooper’s face was behind that piece of crape,’ said the sexton.

‘I don’t like it,’ muttered an old woman, as she hobbled into the meeting- house. ‘He has changed himself into something awful, only by hiding his face.’

‘Our parson has gone mad!’ cried Goodman Gray, following him across the threshold.

A rumor of some unaccountable phenomenon had preceded Mr. Hooper into the meeting- house, and set all the congregation astir. Few could refrain from twisting their heads towards the door; many stood upright, and turned directly about; while several little boys clambered upon the seats, and came down again with a terrible racket. There was a general bustle, a rustling of the women’s gowns and shuf^ing of the men’s feet, greatly at variance with that hushed repose which should attend the entrance of the minister. But Mr. Hooper appeared not to notice the perturbation of his people. He entered with an almost noiseless step, bent his head mildly to the pews on each side, and bowed as he passed his oldest parishioner, a white- haired great- grandsire, who occupied an arm- chair in the centre of the aisle. It was strange to observe, how slowly this venerable man became conscious of something singular in the appearance of his pastor. He seemed not fully to partake of the prevailing wonder, till Mr. Hooper had ascended the stairs, and showed himself in the pulpit, face to face with his congregation, except for the black veil. That mys- terious emblem was never once withdrawn. It shook with his mea sured breath as he gave out the psalm; it threw its obscurity between him and the holy page, as he read the Scriptures; and while he prayed, the veil lay heavily on his uplifted countenance. Did he seek to hide it from the dread Being whom he was addressing?

Such was the effect of this simple piece of crape, that more than one woman of delicate nerves was forced to leave the meeting- house. Yet perhaps the pale- faced congregation was almost as fearful a sight to the minister, as his black veil to them.

Mr. Hooper had the reputation of a good preacher, but not an energetic one: he strove to win his people heavenward, by mild persuasive in^uences, rather than to drive them thither, by the thunders of the Word. The sermon

4. Collar of a clerical gown. 5. Crepe; a light, semitransparent fabric.

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which he now delivered, was marked by the same characteristics of style and manner, as the general series of his pulpit oratory. But there was something, either in the sentiment of the discourse itself, or in the imagination of the auditors, which made it greatly the most powerful effort that they had ever heard from their pastor’s lips. It was tinged, rather more darkly than usual, with the gentle gloom of Mr. Hooper’s temperament. The subject had refer- ence to secret sin, and those sad mysteries which we hide from our nearest and dearest, and would fain conceal from our own consciousness, even for- getting that the Omniscient can detect them. A subtle power was breathed into his words. Each member of the congregation, the most innocent girl, and the man of hardened breast, felt as if the preacher had crept upon them, behind his awful veil, and discovered their hoarded iniquity of deed or thought. Many spread their clasped hands on their bosoms. There was noth- ing terrible in what Mr. Hooper said; at least, no violence; and yet, with every tremor of his melancholy voice, the hearers quaked. An unsought pathos came hand in hand with awe. So sensible were the audience of some unwonted attribute in their minister, that they longed for a breath of wind to blow aside the veil, almost believing that a stranger’s visage would be discovered, though the form, gesture, and voice were those of Mr. Hooper.

At the close of the ser vices, the people hurried out with indecorous confu- sion, eager to communicate their pent- up amazement, and conscious of lighter spirits, the moment they lost sight of the black veil. Some gathered in little circles, huddled closely together, with their mouths all whispering in the centre; some went homeward alone, wrapt in silent meditation; some talked loudly, and profaned the Sabbath- day with ostentatious laughter. A few shook their sagacious heads, intimating that they could penetrate the mystery; while one or two afSrmed that there was no mystery at all, but only that Mr. Hoop- er’s eyes were so weakened by the midnight lamp, as to require a shade. After a brief interval, forth came good Mr. Hooper also, in the rear of his ^ock. Turning his veiled face from one group to another, he paid due reverence to the hoary heads, saluted the middle- aged with kind dignity, as their friend and spiritual guide, greeted the young with mingled authority and love, and laid his hands on the little children’s heads to bless them. Such was always his custom on the Sabbath- day. Strange and bewildered looks repaid him for his courtesy. None, as on former occasions, aspired to the honor of walk- ing by their pastor’s side. Old Squire Saunders, doubtless by an accidental lapse of memory, neglected to invite Mr. Hooper to his table, where the good clergyman had been wont to bless the food, almost every Sunday since his settlement. He returned, therefore, to the parsonage, and, at the moment of closing the door, was observed to look back upon the people, all of whom had their eyes Sxed upon the minister. A sad smile gleamed faintly from beneath the black veil, and ^ickered about his mouth, glimmering as he disappeared.

‘How strange,’ said a lady, ‘that a simple black veil, such as any woman might wear on her bonnet, should become such a terrible thing on Mr. Hooper’s face!’

‘Something must surely be amiss with Mr. Hooper’s intellects,’ observed her husband, the physician of the village. ‘But the strangest part of the affair is the effect of this vagary, even on a sober- minded man like myself. The black veil, though it covers only our pastor’s face, throws its in^uence

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over his whole person, and makes him ghost- like from head to foot. Do you not feel it so?’

‘Truly do I,’ replied the lady; ‘and I would not be alone with him for the world. I wonder he is not afraid to be alone with himself!’

‘Men sometimes are so,’ said her husband. The afternoon ser vice was attended with similar circumstances. At its

conclusion, the bell tolled for the funeral of a young lady. The relatives and friends were assembled in the house, and the more distant acquaintances stood about the door, speaking of the good qualities of the deceased, when their talk was interrupted by the appearance of Mr. Hooper, still covered with his black veil. It was now an appropriate emblem. The clergyman stepped into the room where the corpse was laid, and bent over the cofSn, to take a last farewell of his deceased parishioner. As he stooped, the veil hung straight down from his forehead, so that, if her eye- lids had not been closed for ever, the dead maiden might have seen his face. Could Mr. Hooper be fearful of her glance, that he so hastily caught back the black veil? A per- son, who watched the interview between the dead and living, scrupled not to afSrm, that, at the instant when the clergyman’s features were disclosed, the corpse had slightly shuddered, rustling the shroud and muslin cap, though the countenance retained the composure of death. A superstitious old woman was the only witness of this prodigy. From the cofSn, Mr. Hooper passed into the chambers of the mourners, and thence to the head of the staircase, to make the funeral prayer. It was a tender and heart- dissolving prayer, full of sorrow, yet so imbued with celestial hopes, that the music of a heavenly harp, swept by the Sngers of the dead, seemed faintly to be heard among the saddest accents of the minister. The people trembled, though they but darkly understood him, when he prayed that they, and himself, and all of mortal race, might be ready, as he trusted this young maiden had been, for the dreadful hour that should snatch the veil from their faces. The bearers went heavily forth, and the mourners followed, saddening all the street, with the dead before them, and Mr. Hooper in his black veil behind.

‘Why do you look back?’ said one in the pro cession to his partner. ‘I had a fancy,’ replied she, ‘that the minister and the maiden’s spirit were

walking hand in hand.’ ‘And so had I, at the same moment,’ said the other. That night, the handsomest couple in Milford village were to be joined

in wedlock. Though reckoned a melancholy man, Mr. Hooper had a placid cheerfulness for such occasions, which often excited a sympathetic smile, where livelier merriment would have been thrown away. There was no qual- ity of his disposition which made him more beloved than this. The company at the wedding awaited his arrival with impatience, trusting that the strange awe, which had gathered over him throughout the day, would now be dis- pelled. But such was not the result. When Mr. Hooper came, the Srst thing that their eyes rested on was the same horrible black veil, which had added deeper gloom to the funeral, and could portend nothing but evil to the wed- ding. Such was its immediate effect on the guests, that a cloud seemed to have rolled duskily from beneath the black crape, and dimmed the light of the candles. The bridal pair stood up before the minister. But the bride’s cold Sngers quivered in the tremulous hand of the bridegroom, and her death- like paleness caused a whisper, that the maiden who had been buried a few hours

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before, was come from her grave to be married. If ever another wedding were so dismal, it was that famous one, where they tolled the wedding- knell.6 After performing the ceremony, Mr. Hooper raised a glass of wine to his lips, wishing happiness to the new- married couple, in a strain of mild pleas- antry that ought to have brightened the features of the guests, like a cheer- ful gleam from the hearth. At that instant, catching a glimpse of his Sgure in the looking- glass, the black veil involved his own spirit in the horror with which it overwhelmed all others. His frame shuddered— his lips grew white— he spilt the untasted wine upon the carpet— and rushed forth into the darkness. For the Earth, too, had on her Black Veil.

The next day, the whole village of Milford talked of little else than Parson Hooper’s black veil. That, and the mystery concealed behind it, supplied a topic for discussion between acquaintances meeting in the street, and good women gossiping at their open windows. It was the Srst item of news that the tavern- keeper told to his guests. The children babbled of it on their way to school. One imitative little imp covered his face with an old black hand- kerchief, thereby so affrighting his playmates, that the panic seized him- self, and he well nigh lost his wits by his own waggery.

It was remarkable, that, of all the busy- bodies and impertinent people in the parish, not one ventured to put the plain question to Mr. Hooper, where- fore he did this thing. Hitherto, whenever there appeared the slightest call for such interference, he had never lacked advisers, nor shown himself averse to be guided by their judgment. If he erred at all, it was by so painful a degree of self- distrust, that even the mildest censure would lead him to consider an indifferent action as a crime. Yet, though so well acquainted with this amiable weakness, no individual among his parishioners chose to make the black veil a subject of friendly remonstrance. There was a feeling of dread, neither plainly confessed nor carefully concealed, which caused each to shift the responsibility upon another, till at length it was found expedient to send a deputation of the church, in order to deal with Mr. Hooper about the mystery, before it should grow into a scandal. Never did an embassy so ill discharge its duties. The minister received them with friendly courtesy, but became silent, after they were seated, leaving to his visitors the whole burthen7 of introducing their important business. The topic, it might be supposed, was obvious enough. There was the black veil, swathed round Mr. Hooper’s forehead, and concealing every feature above his placid mouth, on which, at times, they could perceive the glimmering of a melancholy smile. But that piece of crape, to their imagination, seemed to hang down before his heart, the symbol of a fearful secret between him and them. Were the veil but cast aside, they might speak freely of it, but not till then. Thus they sat a considerable time, speechless, confused, and shrinking uneasily from Mr. Hooper’s eye, which they felt to be Sxed upon them with an invisible glance. Finally, the deputies returned abashed to their constituents, pronouncing the matter too weighty to be handled, except by a council of the churches, if, indeed, it might not require a general synod.

But there was one person in the village, unappalled by the awe with which the black veil had impressed all beside herself. When the deputies returned

6. A reference to Hawthorne’s “The Wedding Knell,” which appeared in The Token for 1836

along with this story. 7. Burden.

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without an explanation, or even venturing to demand one, she, with the calm energy of her character, determined to chase away the strange cloud that appeared to be settling round Mr. Hooper, every moment more darkly than before. As his plighted wife, it should be her privilege to know what the black veil concealed. At the minister’s Srst visit, therefore, she entered upon the subject, with a direct simplicity, which made the task easier both for him and her. After he had seated himself, she Sxed her eyes steadfastly upon the veil, but could discern nothing of the dreadful gloom that had so over- awed the multitude: it was but a double fold of crape, hanging down from his forehead to his mouth, and slightly stirring with his breath.

‘No,’ said she aloud, and smiling, ‘there is nothing terrible in this piece of crape, except that it hides a face which I am always glad to look upon. Come, good sir, let the sun shine from behind the cloud. First lay aside your black veil: then tell me why you put it on.’

Mr. Hooper’s smile glimmered faintly. ‘There is an hour to come,’ said he, ‘when all of us shall cast aside our veils.

Take it not amiss, beloved friend, if I wear this piece of crape till then.’ ‘Your words are a mystery too,’ returned the young lady. ‘Take away the

veil from them, at least.’ ‘Elizabeth, I will,’ said he, ‘so far as my vow may suffer me. Know, then,

this veil is a type8 and a symbol, and I am bound to wear it ever, both in light and darkness, in solitude and before the gaze of multitudes, and as with strangers, so with my familiar friends. No mortal eye will see it withdrawn. This dismal shade must separate me from the world: even you, Elizabeth, can never come behind it!’

‘What grievous af^iction hath befallen you,’ she earnestly inquired, ‘that you should thus darken your eyes for ever?’

‘If it be a sign of mourning,’ replied Mr. Hooper, ‘I, perhaps, like most other mortals, have sorrows dark enough to be typiSed by a black veil.’

‘But what if the world will not believe that it is the type of an innocent sorrow?’ urged Elizabeth. ‘Beloved and respected as you are, there may be whispers, that you hide your face under the consciousness of secret sin. For the sake of your holy ofSce, do away this scandal!’

The color rose into her cheeks, as she intimated the nature of the rumors that were already abroad in the village. But Mr. Hooper’s mildness did not forsake him. He even smiled again— that same sad smile, which always appeared like a faint glimmering of light, proceeding from the obscurity beneath the veil.

‘If I hide my face for sorrow, there is cause enough,’ he merely replied; ‘and if I cover it for secret sin, what mortal might not do the same?’

And with this gentle, but unconquerable obstinacy, did he resist all her entreaties. At length Elizabeth sat silent. For a few moments she appeared lost in thought, considering, probably, what new methods might be tried, to withdraw her lover from so dark a fantasy, which, if it had no other mean- ing, was perhaps a symptom of mental disease. Though of a Srmer charac- ter than his own, the tears rolled down her cheeks. But, in an instant, as it were, a new feeling took the place of sorrow: her eyes were Sxed insensibly

8. Object that symbolically embodies or reveals a religious idea.

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on the black veil, when, like a sudden twilight in the air, its terrors fell around her. She arose, and stood trembling before him.

‘And do you feel it then at last?’ said he mournfully. She made no reply, but covered her eyes with her hand, and turned to

leave the room. He rushed forward and caught her arm. ‘Have patience with me, Elizabeth!’ cried he passionately. ‘Do not desert

me, though this veil must be between us here on earth. Be mine, and here- after there shall be no veil over my face, no darkness between our souls! It is but a mortal veil— it is not for eternity! Oh, you know not how lonely I am and how frightened to be alone behind my black veil. Do not leave me in this miserable obscurity for ever!’

‘Lift the veil but once, and look me in the face,’ said she. ‘Never! It cannot be!’ replied Mr. Hooper. ‘Then, farewell!’ said Elizabeth. She withrew her arm from his grasp, and slowly departed, pausing at

the door, to give one long, shuddering gaze, that seemed almost to pene- trate the mystery of the black veil. But, even amid his grief, Mr. Hooper smiled to think that only a material emblem had separated him from happi- ness, though the horrors which it shadowed forth, must be drawn darkly between the fondest of lovers.

From that time no attempts were made to remove Mr. Hooper’s black veil, or, by a direct appeal, to discover the secret which it was supposed to hide. By persons who claimed a superiority to pop u lar prejudice, it was reckoned merely an eccentric whim, such as often mingles with the sober actions of men otherwise rational, and tinges them all with its own semblance of insan- ity. But with the multitude, good Mr. Hooper was irreparably a bugbear.9 He could not walk the street with any peace of mind, so conscious was he that the gentle and timid would turn aside to avoid him, and that others would make it a point of hardihood to throw themselves in his way. The imperti- nence of the latter class compelled him to give up his customary walk, at sunset, to the burial ground; for when he leaned pensively over the gate, there would always be faces behind the grave- stones, peeping at his black veil. A fable went the rounds, that the stare of the dead people drove him thence. It grieved him, to the very depth of his kind heart, to observe how the children ^ed from his approach, breaking up their merriest sports, while his melancholy Sgure was yet afar off. Their instinctive dread caused him to feel, more strongly than aught else, that a preternatural horror was inter- woven with the threads of the black crape. In truth, his own antipathy to the veil was known to be so great, that he never willingly passed before a mirror, nor stooped to drink at a still fountain, lest, in its peaceful bosom, he should be affrighted by himself. This was what gave plausibility to the whispers, that Mr. Hooper’s conscience tortured him for some great crime, too horrible to be entirely concealed, or otherwise than so obscurely intimated. Thus, from beneath the black veil, there rolled a cloud into the sunshine, an ambiguity of sin or sorrow, which enveloped the poor minister, so that love or sympathy could never reach him. It was said, that ghost and Send consorted with him there. With self- shudderings and outward terrors, he walked continually in

9. Object of dread.

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its shadow, groping darkly within his own soul, or gazing through a medium that saddened the whole world. Even the lawless wind, it was believed, respected his dreadful secret, and never blew aside the veil. But still good Mr. Hooper sadly smiled, at the pale visages of the worldly throng as he passed by.

Among all its bad in^uences, the black veil had the one desirable effect, of making its wearer a very efScient clergyman. By the aid of his mysteri- ous emblem— for there was no other apparent cause— he became a man of awful power, over souls that were in agony for sin. His converts always regarded him with a dread peculiar to themselves, afSrming, though but Sguratively, that, before he brought them to celestial light, they had been with him behind the black veil. Its gloom, indeed, enabled him to sympa- thize with all dark affections. Dying sinners cried aloud for Mr. Hooper, and would not yield their breath till he appeared; though ever, as he stooped to whisper consolation, they shuddered at the veiled face so near their own. Such were the terrors of the black veil, even when death had bared his vis- age! Strangers came long distances to attend ser vice at his church, with the mere idle purpose of gazing at his Sgure, because it was forbidden them to behold his face. But many were made to quake ere they departed! Once, during Governor Belcher’s administration, Mr. Hooper was appointed to preach the election sermon.1 Covered with his black veil, he stood before the chief magistrate, the council, and the representatives, and wrought so deep an impression, that the legislative mea sures of that year, were characterized by all the gloom and piety of our earliest ancestral sway.

In this manner Mr. Hooper spent a long life, irreproachable in outward act, yet shrouded in dismal suspicions; kind and loving, though unloved, and dimly feared; a man apart from men, shunned in their health and joy, but ever summoned to their aid in mortal anguish. As years wore on, shedding their snows above his sable veil, he acquired a name throughout the New- England churches, and they called him Father Hooper. Nearly all his parish- ioners, who were of mature age when he was settled, had been borne away by many a funeral: he had one congregation in the church, and a more crowded one in the church- yard; and having wrought so late into the eve ning, and done his work so well, it was now good Father Hooper’s turn to rest.

Several persons were visible by the shaded candlelight, in the death- chamber of the old clergyman. Natural connections he had none. But there was the decorously grave, though unmoved physician, seeking only to miti- gate the last pangs of the patient whom he could not save. There were the deacons, and other eminently pious members of his church. There, also, was the Reverend Mr. Clark, of Westbury, a young and zealous divine, who had ridden in haste to pray by the bed- side of the expiring minister. There was the nurse, no hired handmaiden of death, but one whose calm affection had endured thus long, in secresy, in solitude, amid the chill of age, and would not perish, even at the dying hour. Who, but Elizabeth! And there lay the hoary head of good Father Hooper upon the death- pillow, with the black veil still swathed about his brow and reaching down over his face, so that each more difScult gasp of his faint breath caused it to stir. All through life

1. Sermon preached at the start of a governor’s term. Jonathan Belcher (1682– 1757) was governor of Massachusetts and New Hampshire (1730– 41).

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that piece of crape had hung between him and the world: it had separated him from cheerful brotherhood and woman’s love, and kept him in that saddest of all prisons, his own heart; and still it lay upon his face, as if to deepen the gloom of his darksome chamber, and shade him from the sunshine of eternity.

For some time previous, his mind had been confused, wavering doubtfully between the past and the present, and hovering forward, as it were, at inter- vals, into the indistinctness of the world to come. There had been feverish turns, which tossed him from side to side, and wore away what little strength he had. But in his most convulsive struggles, and in the wildest vagaries of his intellect, when no other thought retained its sober in^uence, he still showed an awful solicitude lest the black veil should slip aside. Even if his bewildered soul could have forgotten, there was a faithful woman at his pillow, who, with averted eyes, would have covered that aged face, which she had last beheld in the comeliness of manhood. At length the death- stricken old man lay qui- etly in the torpor of mental and bodily exhaustion, with an imperceptible pulse, and breath that grew fainter and fainter, except when a long, deep, and irregular inspiration seemed to prelude the ^ight of his spirit.

The minister of Westbury approached the bedside. ‘Venerable Father Hooper,’ said he, ‘the moment of your release is at hand.

Are you ready for the lifting of the veil, that shuts in time from eternity?’ Father Hooper at Srst replied merely by a feeble motion of his head; then,

apprehensive, perhaps, that his meaning might be doubtful, he exerted him- self to speak.

‘Yea,’ said he, in faint accents, ‘my soul hath a patient weariness until that veil be lifted.’

‘And is it Stting,’ resumed the Reverend Mr. Clark, ‘that a man so given to prayer, of such a blameless example, holy in deed and thought, so far as mor- tal judgment may pronounce; is it Stting that a father in the church should leave a shadow on his memory, that may seem to blacken a life so pure? I pray you, my venerable brother, let not this thing be! Suffer us to be gladdened by your triumphant aspect, as you go to your reward. Before the veil of eter- nity be lifted, let me cast aside this black veil from your face!’

And thus speaking, the reverend Mr. Clark bent forward to reveal the mystery of so many years. But, exerting a sudden energy, that made all the beholders stand aghast, Father Hooper snatched both his hands from beneath the bed- clothes, and pressed them strongly on the black veil, resolute to struggle, if the minister of Westbury would contend with a dying man.

‘Never!’ cried the veiled clergyman. ‘On earth, never!’ ‘Dark old man!’ exclaimed the affrighted minister, ‘with what horrible

crime upon your soul are you now passing to the judgment?’ Father Hooper’s breath heaved; it rattled in his throat; but, with a mighty

effort, grasping forward with his hands, he caught hold of life, and held it back till he should speak. He even raised himself in bed; and there he sat, shivering with the arms of death around him, while the black veil hung down, awful, at that last moment, in the gathered terrors of a life- time. And yet the faint, sad smile, so often there, now seemed to glimmer from its obscurity, and linger on Father Hooper’s lips.

‘Why do you tremble at me alone?’ cried he, turning his veiled face round the circle of pale spectators. ‘Tremble also at each other! Have men avoided me, and women shown no pity, and children screamed and ^ed, only for my

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black veil? What, but the mystery which it obscurely typiSes, has made this piece of crape so awful? When the friend shows his inmost heart to his friend; the lover to his best- beloved; when man does not vainly shrink from the eye of his Creator, loathsomely trea suring up the secret of his sin; then deem me a monster, for the symbol beneath which I have lived, and die! I look around me, and lo! on every visage a black veil!’

While his auditors shrank from one another, in mutual affright, Father Hooper fell back upon his pillow, a veiled corpse, with a faint smile lin- gering on the lips. Still veiled, they laid him in his cofSn, and a veiled corpse they bore him to the grave. The grass of many years has sprung up and withered on that grave, the burial- stone is moss- grown, and good Mr. Hooper’s face is dust; but awful is still the thought, that it mouldered beneath the black veil!

1836

The Birth- Mark1

In the latter part of the last century, there lived a man of science— an emi- nent proScient in every branch of natural philosophy— who, not long before our story opens, had made experience of a spiritual afSnity, more attractive than any chemical one. He had left his laboratory to the care of an assistant, cleared his Sne countenance from the furnace- smoke, washed the stain of acids from his Sngers, and persuaded a beautiful woman to become his wife. In those days, when the comparatively recent discovery of electricity, and other kindred mysteries of nature, seemed to open paths into the region of miracle, it was not unusual for the love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy. The higher intellect, the imagi- nation, the spirit, and even the heart, might all Snd their congenial aliment in pursuits which, as some of their ardent votaries2 believed, would ascend from one step of powerful intelligence to another, until the phi los o pher should lay his hand on the secret of creative force, and perhaps make new worlds for himself. We know not whether Aylmer possessed this degree of faith in man’s ultimate control over nature. He had devoted himself, how- ever, too unreservedly to scientiSc studies, ever to be weaned from them by any second passion. His love for his young wife might prove the stronger of the two; but it could only be by intertwining itself with his love of science, and uniting the strength of the latter to its own.

Such a union accordingly took place, and was attended with truly remark- able consequences, and a deeply impressive moral. One day, very soon after their marriage, Aylmer sat gazing at his wife, with a trouble in his counte- nance that grew stronger, until he spoke.

“Georgiana,” said he, “has it never occurred to you that the mark upon your cheek might be removed?”

1. First published in the Pioneer (March 1843), the source of the present text; the reprinting in Mosses from an Old Manse (1846) contains a few

variants as well as two corrections (adopted and noted here). 2. Devoted admirers. “Aliment”: nourishment.

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“No, indeed,” said she, smiling; but perceiving the seriousness of his manner, she blushed deeply. “To tell you the truth, it has been so often called a charm, that I was simple enough to imagine it might be so.”

“Ah, upon another face, perhaps it might,” replied her husband. “But never on yours! No, dearest Georgiana, you came so nearly perfect from the hand of Nature, that this slightest possible defect— which we hesitate whether to term a defect or a beauty— shocks me, as being the visible mark of earthly imperfection.”

“Shocks you, my husband!” cried Georgiana, deeply hurt; at Srst redden- ing with momentary anger, but then bursting into tears. “Then why did you take me from my mother’s side? You cannot love what shocks you!”

To explain this conversation, it must be mentioned, that, in the centre of Georgiana’s left cheek, there was a singular mark, deeply interwoven, as it were, with the texture and substance of her face. In the usual state of her complexion,— a healthy, though delicate bloom,— the mark wore a tint of deeper crimson, which imperfectly deSned its shape amid the surrounding rosiness. When she blushed, it gradually became more indistinct, and Snally vanished amid the triumphant rush of blood, that bathed the whole cheek with its brilliant glow. But, if any shifting emotion caused her to turn pale, there was the mark again, a crimson stain upon the snow, in what Aylmer sometimes deemed an almost fearful distinctness. Its shape bore not a little similarity to the human hand, though of the smallest pigmy size. Georgia- na’s lovers were wont to say, that some fairy, at her birth- hour, had laid her tiny hand upon the infant’s cheek, and left this impress there, in token of the magic endowments that were to give her such sway over all hearts. Many a desperate swain would have risked life for the privilege of pressing his lips to the mysterious hand. It must not be concealed, however, that the impres- sion wrought by this fairy sign- manual varied exceedingly; according to the difference of temperament in the beholders. Some fastidious persons— but they were exclusively of her own sex— afSrmed that the Bloody Hand, as they chose to call it, quite destroyed the effect of Georgiana’s beauty, and ren- dered her countenance even hideous. But it would be as reasonable to say, that one of those small blue stains, which sometimes occur in the purest statuary marble, would convert the Eve of Powers3 to a monster. Masculine observers, if the birth- mark did not heighten their admiration, contented themselves with wishing it away, that the world might possess one living specimen of ideal loveliness, without the semblance of a ^aw. After his marriage— for he thought little or nothing of the matter before— Aylmer discovered that this was the case with himself.

Had she been less beautiful— if Envy’s self could have found aught else to sneer at— he might have felt his affection heightened by the prettiness of this mimic hand, now vaguely portrayed, now lost, now stealing forth again, and glimmering to- and- fro with every pulse of emotion that throbbed within her heart. But, seeing her otherwise so perfect, he found this one defect grow more and more intolerable, with every moment of their united lives. It was the fatal ^aw of humanity, which Nature, in one shape or another, stamps ineffaceably on all her productions, either to imply that they are temporary

3. Eve before the Fall, a sculpture by the American Hiram Powers (1805– 1873).

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and Snite, or that their perfection must be wrought by toil and pain. The Crimson Hand expressed the ineludible gripe,4 in which mortality clutches the highest and purest of earthly mould, degrading them into kindred with the lowest, and even with the very brutes, like whom their visible frames return to dust. In this manner, selecting it as the symbol of his wife’s liability to sin, sorrow, decay, and death, Aylmer’s sombre imagination was not long in rendering the birth- mark a frightful object, causing him more trouble and horror than ever Georgiana’s beauty, whether of soul or sense, had given him delight.

At all the seasons which should have been their happiest, he invariably, and without intending it— nay, in spite of a purpose to the contrary— reverted to this one disastrous topic. Tri^ing as it at Srst appeared, it so connected itself with innumerable trains of thought, and modes of feeling, that it became the central point of all. With the morning twilight, Aylmer opened his eyes upon his wife’s face, and recognised the symbol of imperfection; and when they sat together at the eve ning hearth, his eyes wandered stealthily to her cheek, and beheld, ^ickering with the blaze of the wood Sre, the spectral Hand that wrote mortality, where he would fain have worshipped. Georgiana soon learned to shudder at his gaze. It needed but a glance, with the peculiar expression that his face often wore, to change the roses of her cheek into a deathlike paleness, amid which the Crimson Hand was brought strongly out, like a bas- relief5 of ruby on the whitest marble.

Late, one night, when the lights were growing dim, so as hardly to betray the stain on the poor wife’s cheek, she herself, for the Srst time, voluntarily took up the subject.

“Do you remember, my dear Aylmer,” said she, with a feeble attempt at a smile—“have you any recollection of a dream, last night, about this odious Hand?”

“None!—none what ever!” replied Aylmer, starting; but then he added in a dry, cold tone, affected for the sake of concealing the real depth of his emotion:—“I might well dream of it; for, before I fell asleep, it had taken a pretty Srm hold of my fancy.”

“And you did dream of it,” continued Georgiana, hastily; for she dreaded lest a gush of tears should interrupt what she had to say—“A terrible dream! I wonder that you can forget it. Is it possible to forget this one expression?— ‘It is in her heart now— we must have it out!’— Re^ect, my husband; for by all means I would have you recall that dream.”

The mind is in a sad state, when Sleep, the all- involving, cannot conSne her spectres within the dim region of her sway, but suffers them to break forth, affrighting this actual life with secrets that perchance belong to a deeper one. Aylmer now remembered his dream. He had fancied himself, with his servant Aminadab, attempting an operation for the removal of the birth- mark. But the deeper went the knife, the deeper sank the Hand, until at length its tiny grasp appeared to have caught hold of Georgiana’s heart; whence, however, her husband was inexorably resolved to cut or wrench it away.

4. Grip (variant spelling). 5. Low- relief; slightly raised.

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When the dream had shaped itself perfectly in his memory, Aylmer sat in his wife’s presence with a guilty feeling. Truth often Snds its way to the mind close- muf^ed in robes of sleep, and then speaks with uncompromis- ing directness of matters in regard to which we practise an unconscious self- deception, during our waking moments. Until now, he had not been aware of the tyrannizing in^uence acquired by one idea over his mind, and of the lengths which he might Snd in his heart to go, for the sake of giving himself peace.

“Aylmer,” resumed Georgiana, solemnly, “I know not what may be the cost to both of us, to rid me of this fatal birth- mark. Perhaps its removal may cause cureless deformity. Or, it may be, the stain goes as deep as life itself. Again, do we know that there is a possibility, on any terms, of unclasping the Srm gripe of this little Hand, which was laid upon me before I came into the world?”

“Dearest Georgiana, I have spent much thought upon the subject,” hastily interrupted Aylmer—“I am convinced of the perfect practicability of its removal.”

“If there be the remotest possibility of it,” continued Georgiana, “let the attempt be made, at what ever risk. Danger is nothing to me; for life— while this hateful mark makes me the object of your horror and disgust— life is a burthen6 which I would ^ing down with joy. Either remove this dreadful Hand, or take my wretched life! You have deep science! All the world bears witness of it. You have achieved great wonders! Cannot you remove this little, little mark, which I cover with the tips of two small Sngers? Is this beyond your power, for the sake of your own peace, and to save your poor wife from madness?”

“Noblest—dearest—tenderest wife!” cried Aylmer, rapturously. “Doubt not my power. I have already given this matter the deepest thought— thought which might almost have enlightened me to create a being less perfect than yourself. Georgiana, you have led me deeper than ever into the heart of sci- ence. I feel myself fully competent to render this dear cheek as faultless as its fellow; and then, most beloved, what will be my triumph, when I shall have corrected what Nature left imperfect, in her fairest work! Even Pyg- malion,7 when his sculptured woman assumed life, felt not greater ecstasy than mine will be.”

“It is resolved, then,” said Georgiana, faintly smiling,—“And, Aylmer, spare me not, though you should Snd the birth- mark take refuge in my heart at last.”

Her husband tenderly kissed her cheek— her right cheek— not that which bore the impress of the Crimson Hand.

The next day, Aylmer apprized his wife of a plan that he had formed, whereby he might have opportunity for the intense thought and constant watchfulness, which the proposed operation would require; while Georgiana, likewise, would enjoy the perfect repose essential to its success. They were to seclude themselves in the extensive apartments occupied by Aylmer as a laboratory, and where, during his toilsome youth, he had made discoveries in the elemental powers of nature, that had roused the admiration of all the

6. Burden. 7. In Greek myth, a king and sculptor who fell so

deeply in love with his statue that Aphrodite granted his prayers and gave it life.

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learned societies in Eu rope. Seated calmly in this laboratory, the pale phi- los o pher had investigated the secrets of the highest cloud- region, and of the profoundest mines; he had satisSed himself of the causes that kindled and kept alive the Sres of the volcano; and had explained the mystery of foun- tains, and how it is that they gush forth, some so bright and pure, and others with such rich medicinal8 virtues, from the dark bosom of the earth. Here, too, at an earlier period, he had studied the wonders of the human frame, and attempted to fathom the very pro cess by which Nature assimilates all her precious in^uences from earth and air, and from the spiritual world, to create and foster Man, her masterpiece. The latter pursuit, however, Aylmer had long laid aside, in unwilling recognition of the truth, against which all seekers sooner or later stumble, that our great creative Mother, while she amuses us with apparently working in the broadest sunshine, is yet severely careful to keep her own secrets, and, in spite of her pretended openness, shows us nothing but results. She permits us, indeed, to mar, but seldom to mend, and, like a jealous patentee, on no account to make. Now, however, Aylmer resumed these half- forgotten investigations; not, of course, with such hopes or wishes as Srst suggested them; but because they involved much physiological truth, and lay in the path of his proposed scheme for the treat- ment of Georgiana.

As he led her over the threshold of the laboratory, Georgiana was cold and tremulous. Aylmer looked cheerfully into her face, with intent to reas- sure her, but was so startled with the intense glow of the birth- mark upon the whiteness of her cheek, that he could not restrain a strong convulsive shudder. His wife fainted.

“Aminadab! Aminadab!” shouted Aylmer, stamping violently on the ^oor. Forthwith, there issued from an inner apartment a man of low stature, but

bulky frame, with shaggy hair hanging about his visage, which was grimed with the vapors of the furnace. This personage had been Aylmer’s under- worker during his whole scientiSc career, and was admirably Stted for that ofSce by his great mechanical readiness, and the skill with which, while incapable of comprehending a single principle, he executed all the practical details of his master’s experiments. With his vast strength, his shaggy hair, his smoky aspect, and the indescribable earthiness that incrusted him, he seemed to represent man’s physical nature; while Aylmer’s slender Sgure, and pale, intellectual face, were no less apt a type of the spiritual element.

“Throw open the door of the boudoir, Aminadab,” said Aylmer, “and burn a pastille.”9

“Yes, master,” answered Aminadab, looking intently at the lifeless form of Georgiana; and then he muttered to himself;—“If she were my wife, I’d never part with that birth- mark.”

When Georgiana recovered consciousness, she found herself breathing an atmosphere of penetrating fragrance, the gentle potency of which had recalled her from her deathlike faintness. The scene around her looked like enchantment. Aylmer had converted those smoky, dingy, sombre rooms, where he had spent his brightest years in recondite pursuits, into a series of

8. This 1846 reading replaces the 1843 medical. 9. A tablet burned to perfume the air.

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beautiful apartments, not unSt to be the secluded abode of a lovely woman. The walls were hung with gorgeous curtains, which imparted the combina- tion of grandeur and grace, that no other species of adornment can achieve; and as they fell from the ceiling to the ^oor, their rich and ponderous folds, concealing all angles and straight lines, appeared to shut in the scene from inSnite space. For aught Georgiana knew, it might be a pavilion among the clouds. And Aylmer, excluding the sunshine, which would have interfered with his chemical pro cesses, had supplied its place with perfumed lamps, emitting ^ames of various hue, but all uniting in a soft, empurpled radi- ance. He now knelt by his wife’s side, watching her earnestly, but without alarm; for he was conSdent in his science, and felt that he could draw a magic circle round her, within which no evil might intrude.

“Where am I?— Ah, I remember!” said Georgiana, faintly; and she placed her hand over her cheek, to hide the terrible mark from her husband’s eyes.

“Fear not, dearest!” exclaimed he, “Do not shrink from me! Believe me, Georgiana, I even rejoice in this single imperfection, since it will be such rapture to remove it.”

“Oh, spare me!” sadly replied his wife—“Pray do not look at it again. I never can forget that convulsive shudder.”

In order to soothe Georgiana, and, as it were, to release her mind from the burthen of actual things, Aylmer now put in practice some of the light and playful secrets, which science had taught him among its profound er lore. Airy Sgures, absolutely bodiless ideas, and forms of unsubstantial beauty, came and danced before her, imprinting their momentary footsteps on beams of light. Though she had some indistinct idea of the method of these optical phenomena, still the illusion was almost perfect enough to warrant the belief, that her husband possessed sway over the spiritual world. Then again, when she felt a wish to look forth from her seclusion, immediately, as if her thoughts were answered, the pro cession of external existence ^itted across a screen. The scenery and the Sgures of actual life were perfectly represented, but with that bewitching, yet indescribable difference, which always makes a picture, an image, or a shadow, so much more attractive than the original. When wea- ried of this, Aylmer bade her cast her eyes upon a vessel, containing a quan- tity of earth. She did so, with little interest at Srst, but was soon startled, to perceive the germ of a plant, shooting upward from the soil. Then came the slender stalk— the leaves gradually unfolded themselves— and amid them was a perfect and lovely ^ower.

“It is magical!” cried Georgiana, “I dare not touch it.” “Nay, pluck it,” answered Aylmer, “pluck it, and inhale its brief perfume

while you may. The ^ower will wither in a few moments, and leave nothing save its brown seed- vessels—but thence may be perpetuated a race as ephem- eral as itself.”

But Georgiana had no sooner touched the ^ower than the whole plant suffered a blight, its leaves turning coal- black, as if by the agency of Sre.

“There was too powerful a stimulus,” said Aylmer thoughtfully. To make up for this abortive experiment, he proposed to take her portrait

by a scientiSc pro cess of his own invention. It was to be effected by rays of light striking upon a polished plate of metal. Georgiana assented— but, on looking at the result, was affrighted to Snd the features of the portrait

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blurred and indeSnable; while the minute Sgure of a hand appeared where the cheek should have been. Aylmer snatched the metallic plate, and threw it into a jar of corrosive acid.

Soon, however, he forgot these mortifying failures. In the intervals of study and chemical experiment, he came to her, ^ushed and exhausted, but seemed invigorated by her presence, and spoke in glowing language of the resources of his art. He gave a history of the long dynasty of the Alchemists, who spent so many ages in quest of the universal solvent, by which the Golden Principle might be elicited from all things vile and base.1 Aylmer appeared to believe, that, by the plainest scientiSc logic, it was altogether within the limits of possibility to discover this long- sought medium; but, he added, a phi los o- pher who should go deep enough to acquire the power, would attain too lofty a wisdom to stoop to the exercise of it. Not less singular were his opinions in regard to the Elixir Vitæ.2 He more than intimated, that it was at his option to concoct a liquid that should prolong life for years— perhaps interminably— but that it would produce a discord in nature, which all the world, and chie^y the quaffer of the immortal nostrum, would Snd cause to curse.

“Aylmer, are you in earnest?” asked Georgiana, looking at him with amazement and fear; “it is terrible to possess such power, or even to dream of possessing it!”

“Oh, do not tremble, my love!” said her husband, “I would not wrong either you or myself, by working such inharmonious effects upon our lives. But I would have you consider how tri^ing, in comparison, is the skill req- uisite to remove this little Hand.”

At the mention of the birth- mark, Georgiana, as usual, shrank, as if a red- hot iron had touched her cheek.

Again Aylmer applied himself to his labors. She could hear his voice in the distant furnace- room, giving directions to Aminadab, whose harsh, uncouth, misshapen tones were audible in response, more like the grunt or growl of a brute than human speech. After hours of absence, Aylmer re- appeared, and proposed that she should now examine his cabinet of chemical products, and natural trea sures of the earth. Among the former he showed her a small vial, in which, he remarked, was contained a gentle, yet most powerful fragrance, capable of impregnating all the breezes that blow across a king- dom. They were of inestimable value, the contents of that little vial; and, as he said so, he threw some of the perfume into the air, and Slled the room with piercing and invigorating delight.

“And what is this?” asked Georgiana, pointing to a small crystal globe, containing a gold- colored liquid. “It is so beautiful to the eye, that I could imagine it the Elixir of Life.”

“In one sense it is,” replied Aylmer, “or rather the Elixir of Immortality. It is the most precious poison that ever was concocted in this world. By its aid, I could apportion the lifetime of any mortal at whom you might point your Snger. The strength of the dose would determine whether he were to linger out years, or drop dead in the midst of a breath. No king, on his guarded throne, could keep his life, if I, in my private station, should deem that the welfare of millions justiSed me in depriving him of it.”

1. The goal of many alchemists was to turn base metal into gold.

2. Elixir of life (Latin); a potion with the power to prolong life indeSnitely.

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“Why do you keep such a terriSc drug?” inquired Georgiana in horror. “Do not mistrust me, dearest!” said her husband, smiling; “its virtuous

potency is yet greater than its harmful one. But, see! here is a powerful cosmetic. With a few drops of this, in a vase of water, freckles may be washed away as easily as the hands are cleansed. A stronger infusion would take the blood out of the cheek, and leave the rosiest beauty a pale ghost.”

“Is it with this lotion that you intend to bathe my cheek?” asked Georgi- ana anxiously.

“Oh, no!” hastily replied her husband—“this is merely superScial. Your case demands a remedy that shall go deeper.”

In his interviews with Georgiana, Aylmer generally made minute inquiries as to her sensations, and whether the conSnement of the rooms, and the temperature of the atmosphere, agreed with her. These questions had such a par tic u lar drift, that Georgiana began to conjecture that she was already subjected to certain physical in^uences, either breathed in with the fragrant air, or taken with her food. She fancied, likewise— but it might be altogether fancy— that there was a stirring up of her system,— a strange, indeSnite sensation creeping through her veins, and tingling, half painfully, half pleas- ur ably, at her heart. Still, whenever she dared to look into the mirror, there she beheld herself, pale as a white rose, and with the crimson birth- mark stamped upon her cheek. Not even Aylmer now hated it so much as she.

To dispel the tedium of the hours which her husband found it necessary to devote to the pro cesses of combination and analysis, Georgiana turned over the volumes of his scientiSc library. In many dark old tomes, she met with chapters full of romance and poetry. They were the works of the phi- los o phers of the middle ages, such as Albertus Magnus, Cornelius Agrippa, Paracelsus, and the famous friar who created the prophetic Brazen Head.3 All these antique naturalists stood in advance of their centuries, yet were imbued with some of their4 credulity, and therefore were believed, and per- haps imagined themselves, to have acquired from the investigation of nature a power above nature, and from physics a sway over the spiritual world. Hardly less curious and imaginative were the early volumes of the Transac- tions of the Royal Society,5 in which the members, knowing little of the limits of natural possibility, were continually recording wonders, or propos- ing methods whereby wonders might be wrought.

But, to Georgiana, the most engrossing volume was a large folio from her husband’s own hand, in which he had recorded every experiment of his scientiSc career, with its original aim, the methods adopted for its develop- ment, and its Snal success or failure, with the circumstances to which either event was attributable. The book, in truth, was both the history and emblem of his ardent, ambitious, imaginative, yet practical and laborious, life. He handled physical details, as if there were nothing beyond them; yet spiritu- alized them all, and redeemed himself from materialism, by his strong and eager aspiration towards the inSnite. In his grasp, the veriest clod of earth

3. I.e., Roger Bacon (1214?– 1294), En glish Fran- ciscan monk interested in science and alchemy, who fashioned a head of bronze said to predict changes in climate and health. Magnus (1206?– 1280), German theologian and alchemist. Agrippa (1486– 1535), German theologian and

writer. Philippus Aureolus Paracelsus (1493– 1541), Swiss alchemist and physician. 4. This 1846 reading replaces the 1843 its. 5. The Royal Society of London, chartered in 1662 to advance scientiSc inquiry.

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assumed a soul. Georgiana, as she read, reverenced Aylmer, and loved him more profoundly than ever, but with a less entire dependence on his judg- ment than heretofore. Much as he had accomplished, she could not but observe that his most splendid successes were almost invariably failures, if compared with the ideal at which he aimed. His brightest diamonds were the merest pebbles, and felt to be so by himself, in comparison with the inestimable gems which lay hidden beyond his reach. The volume, rich with achievements that had won renown for its author, was yet as melan- choly a record as ever mortal hand had penned. It was the sad confession, and continual exempliScation, of the short- comings of the composite man— the spirit burthened with clay and working in matter— and of the despair that assails the higher nature, at Snding itself so miserably thwarted by the earthly part. Perhaps every man of genius, in what ever sphere, might recognise the image of his own experience in Aylmer’s journal.

So deeply did these re^ections affect Georgiana, that she laid her face upon the open volume, and burst into tears. In this situation she was found by her husband.

“It is dangerous to read in a sorcerer’s books,” said he, with a smile, though his countenance was uneasy and displeased. “Georgiana, there are pages in that volume, which I can scarcely glance over and keep my senses. Take heed lest it prove as detrimental to you!”

“It has made me worship you more than ever,” said she. “Ah! wait for this one success,” rejoined he, “then worship me if you will.

I shall deem myself hardly unworthy of it. But, come! I have sought you for the luxury of your voice. Sing to me, dearest!”

So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit. He then took his leave, with a boyish exuberance of gaiety, assuring her that her seclusion would endure but a little longer, and that the result was already certain. Scarcely had he departed, when Georgiana felt irresist- ibly impelled to follow him. She had forgotten to inform Aylmer of a symptom, which, for two or three hours past, had begun to excite her attention. It was a sensation in the fatal birth- mark, not painful, but which induced a rest- lessness throughout her system. Hastening after her husband, she intruded, for the Srst time, into the laboratory.

The Srst thing that struck her eye was the furnace, that hot and feverish worker, with the intense glow of its Sre, which, by the quantities of soot clus- tered above it, seemed to have been burning for ages. There was a distilling apparatus in full operation. Around the room were retorts,6 tubes, cylinders, crucibles, and other apparatus of chemical research. An electrical machine stood ready for immediate use. The atmosphere felt oppressively close, and was tainted with gaseous odors, which had been tormented forth by the pro- cesses of science. The severe and homely simplicity of the apartment, with its naked walls and brick pavement, looked strange, accustomed as Georgiana had become to the fantastic elegance of her boudoir. But what chie^y, indeed almost solely, drew her attention, was the aspect of Aylmer himself.

He was pale as death, anxious, and absorbed, and hung over the furnace as if it depended upon his utmost watchfulness whether the liquid, which it

6. Glass vessels used for distillation.

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was distilling, should be the draught of immortal happiness or misery. How different from the sanguine and joyous mien that he had assumed for Geor- giana’s encouragement!

“Carefully now, Aminadab! Carefully, thou human machine! Carefully, thou man of clay!” muttered Aylmer, more to himself than his assistant. “Now, if there be a thought too much or too little, it is all over!”

“Hoh! hoh!” mumbled Aminadab—“look, master, look!” Aylmer raised his eyes hastily, and at Srst reddened, then grew paler than

ever, on beholding Georgiana. He rushed towards her, and seized her arm with a gripe that left the print of his Sngers upon it.

“Why do you come hither? Have you no trust in your husband?” cried he impetuously. “Would you throw the blight of that fatal birth- mark over my labors? It is not well done. Go, prying woman, go!”

“Nay, Aylmer,” said Georgiana, with the Srmness of which she possessed no stinted endowment, “it is not you that have a right to complain. You mis- trust your wife! You have concealed the anxiety with which you watch the development of this experiment. Think not so unworthily of me, my hus- band! Tell me all the risk we run; and fear not that I shall shrink, for my share in it is far less than your own!”

“No, no, Georgiana!” said Aylmer impatiently, “it must not be.” “I submit,” replied she, calmly. “And, Aylmer, I shall quaff what ever draught

you bring me; but it will be on the same principle that would induce me to take a dose of poison, if offered by your hand.”

“My noble wife,” said Aylmer, deeply moved, “I knew not the height and depth of your nature, until now: Nothing shall be concealed. Know, then, that this Crimson Hand, superScial as it seems, has clutched its grasp, into your being, with a strength of which I had no previous conception. I have already administered agents powerful enough to do aught except to change your entire physical system. Only one thing remains to be tried. If that fail us, we are ruined!”

“Why did you hesitate to tell me this?” asked she. “Because, Georgiana,” said Aylmer, in a low voice, “there is danger!” “Danger? There is but one danger— that this horrible stigma shall be left

upon my cheek!” cried Georgiana. “Remove it! remove it!— whatever be the cost— or we shall both go mad!”

“Heaven knows, your words are too true,” said Aylmer, sadly. “And now, dearest, return to your boudoir. In a little while, all will be tested.”

He conducted her back, and took leave of her with a solemn tenderness, which spoke far more than his words how much was now at stake. After his departure, Georgiana became wrapt in musings. She considered the char- acter of Aylmer, and did it completer justice than at any previous moment. Her heart exulted, while it trembled, at his honorable love, so pure and lofty that it would accept nothing less than perfection, nor miserably make itself contented with an earthlier nature than he had dreamed of. She felt how much more precious was such a sentiment, than that meaner kind which would have borne with the imperfection for her sake, and have been guilty of treason to holy love, by degrading its perfect idea to the level of the actual. And, with her whole spirit, she prayed, that, for a single moment, she might satisfy his highest and deepest conception. Longer than one moment, she well knew, it could not be; for his spirit was ever on the march— ever

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ascending— and each instant required something that was beyond the scope of the instant before.

The sound of her husband’s footsteps aroused her. He bore a crystal goblet, containing a liquor colorless as water, but bright enough to be the draught of immortality. Aylmer was pale; but it seemed rather the consequence of a highly wrought state of mind, and tension of spirit, than of fear or doubt.

“The concoction of the draught has been perfect,” said he, in answer to Georgiana’s look. “Unless all my science have deceived me, it cannot fail.”

“Save on your account, my dearest Aylmer,” observed his wife, “I might wish to put off this birth- mark of mortality by relinquishing mortality itself, in preference to any other mode. Life is but a sad possession to those who have attained precisely the degree of moral advancement at which I stand. Were I weaker and blinder, it might be happiness. Were I stronger, it might be endured hopefully. But, being what I Snd myself, methinks I am of all mortals the most St to die.”

“You are St for heaven without tasting death!” replied her husband. “But why do we speak of dying? The draught cannot fail. Behold its effect upon this plant!”

On the window- seat there stood a geranium, diseased with yellow blotches, which had overspread all its leaves. Aylmer poured a small quantity of the liquid upon the soil in which it grew. In a little time, when the roots of the plant had taken up the moisture, the unsightly blotches began to be extin- guished in a living verdure.

“There needed no proof,” said Georgiana, quietly. “Give me the goblet. I joyfully stake all upon your word.”

“Drink, then, thou lofty creature!” exclaimed Aylmer, with fervid admira- tion. “There is no taint of imperfection on thy spirit. Thy sensible frame, too, shall soon be all perfect!”

She quaffed the liquid, and returned the goblet to his hand. “It is grateful,” said she with a placid smile. “Methinks it is like water

from a heavenly fountain; for it contains I know not what of unobtrusive fragrance and deliciousness. It allays a feverish thirst, that had parched me for many days. Now, dearest, let me sleep. My earthly senses are closing over my spirit, like the leaves round the heart of a rose, at sunset.”

She spoke the last words with a gentle reluctance, as if it required almost more energy than she could command to pronounce the faint and lingering syllables. Scarcely had they loitered through her lips, ere she was lost in slum- ber. Aylmer sat by her side, watching her aspect with the emotions proper to a man, the whole value of whose existence was involved in the pro cess now to be tested. Mingled with this mood, however, was the philosophic investiga- tion, characteristic of the man of science. Not the minutest symptom escaped him. A heightened ^ush of the cheek— a slight irregularity of breath— a quiver of the eye- lid—a hardly perceptible tremor through the frame— such were the details which, as the moments passed, he wrote down in his folio volume. Intense thought had set its stamp upon every previous page of that volume; but the thoughts of years were all concentrated upon the last.

While thus employed, he failed not to gaze often at the fatal Hand, and not without a shudder. Yet once, by a strange and unaccountable impulse, he pressed it with his lips. His spirit recoiled, however, in the very act, and Geor- giana, out of the midst of her deep sleep, moved uneasily and murmured, as

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if in remonstrance. Again, Aylmer resumed his watch. Nor was it without avail. The Crimson Hand, which at Srst had been strongly visible upon the marble paleness of Georgiana’s cheek, now grew more faintly outlined. She remained not less pale than ever; but the birth- mark, with every breath that came and went, lost somewhat of its former distinctness. Its presence had been awful; its departure was more awful still. Watch the stain of the rain- bow fading out of the sky; and you will know how that mysterious symbol passed away.

“By Heaven, it is well nigh gone!” said Aylmer to himself, in almost irre- pressible ecstasy. “I can scarcely trace it now. Success! Success! And now it is like the faintest rose- color. The slightest ^ush of blood across her cheek would overcome it. But she is so pale!”

He drew aside the window- curtain, and suffered the light of natural day to fall into the room, and rest upon her cheek. At the same time, he heard a gross, hoarse chuckle, which he had long known as his servant Amina- dab’s expression of delight.

“Ah, clod! Ah, earthly mass!” cried Aylmer, laughing in a sort of frenzy. “You have served me well! Matter and Spirit— Earth and Heaven— have both done their part in this! Laugh, thing of the senses! You have earned the right to laugh.”

These exclamations broke Georgiana’s sleep. She slowly unclosed her eyes, and gazed into the mirror, which her husband had arranged for that purpose. A faint smile ^itted over her lips, when she recognised how barely perceptible was now that Crimson Hand, which had once blazed forth with such disastrous brilliancy as to scare away all their happiness. But then her eyes sought Aylmer’s face, with a trouble and anxiety that he could by no means account for.

“My poor Aylmer!” murmured she. “Poor? Nay, richest! Happiest! Most favored!” exclaimed he. “My peerless

bride, it is successful! You are perfect!” “My poor Aylmer!” she repeated, with a more than human tenderness.

“You have aimed loftily!— you have done nobly! Do not repent, that, with so high and pure a feeling, you have rejected the best that earth could offer. Aylmer— dearest Aylmer— I am dying!”

Alas, it was too true! The fatal Hand had grappled with the mystery of life, and was the bond by which an angelic spirit kept itself in union with a mortal frame. As the last crimson tint of the birth- mark—that sole token of human imperfection— faded from her cheek, the parting breath of the now perfect woman passed into the atmosphere, and her soul, lingering a moment near her husband, took its heavenward ^ight. Then a hoarse, chuckling laugh was heard again! Thus ever does the gross Fatality of Earth exult in its invariable triumph over the immortal essence, which, in this dim sphere of half- development, demands the completeness of a higher state. Yet, had Aylmer reached a profound er wisdom, he need not thus have ^ung away the happiness, which would have woven his mortal life of the self- same texture with the celestial. The momentary circumstance was too strong for him; he failed to look beyond the shadowy scope of Time, and living once for all in Eternity, to Snd the perfect Future in the present.

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1. The text is from the Srst publication in the Demo cratic Review (June 1844). Hawthorne included the story in Mosses from an Old Manse (1846).

2. A mixture of copper and zinc that resembles gold. 3. I.e., to attempt to invent a perpetual motion machine.

The Artist of the Beautiful1

An el derly man, with his pretty daughter on his arm, was passing along the street, and emerged from the gloom of the cloudy eve ning into the light that fell across the pavement from the win dow of a small shop. It was a projecting win dow; and on the inside were suspended a variety of watches,— pinchbeck,2 silver, and one or two of gold,— all with their faces turned from the street, as if churlishly disinclined to inform the wayfarers what o’clock it was. Seated within the shop, sidelong to the win dow, with his pale face bent earnestly over some delicate piece of mechanism, on which was thrown the concen- trated lustre of a shade- lamp, appeared a young man.

“What can Owen Warland be about?” muttered old Peter Hovenden,— himself a retired watch- maker, and the former master of this same young man, whose occupation he was now wondering at. “What can the fellow be about? These six months past, I have never come by his shop without seeing him just as steadily at work as now. It would be a ^ight beyond his usual fool- ery to seek for the Perpetual Motion.3 And yet I know enough of my old busi- ness to be certain, that what he is now so busy with is no part of the machinery of a watch.”

“Perhaps, father,” said Annie, without showing much interest in the ques- tion, “Owen is inventing a new kind of time- keeper. I am sure he has inge- nuity enough.”

“Pooh, child! he has not the sort of ingenuity to invent anything better than a Dutch toy,” answered her father, who had formerly been put to much vexation by Owen Warland’s irregular genius. “A plague on such ingenuity! All the effect that ever I knew of it was, to spoil the accuracy of some of the best watches in my shop. He would turn the sun out of its orbit, and derange the whole course of time, if, as I said before, his ingenuity could grasp any- thing bigger than a child’s toy!”

“Hush, father! he hears you,” whispered Annie, pressing the old man’s arm. “His ears are as delicate as his feelings, and you know how easily dis- turbed they are. Do let us move on.”

So Peter Hovenden and his daughter Annie plodded on, without further conversation, until, in a by-street of the town, they found themselves passing the open door of a blacksmith’s shop. Within was seen the forge, now blazing up, and illuminating the high and dusky roof, and now conSning its lustre to a narrow precinct of the coal- strewn ^oor, according as the breath of the bel- lows was puffed forth, or again inhaled into its vast leathern lungs. In the intervals of brightness, it was easy to distinguish objects in remote corners of the shop, and the horse- shoes that hung upon the wall; in the momentary gloom, the Sre seemed to be glimmering amidst the vagueness of unenclosed space. Moving about in this red glare and alternate dusk, was the Sgure of the blacksmith, well worthy to be viewed in so picturesque an aspect of light and shade, where the bright blaze strug gled with the black night, as if each would have snatched his comely strength from the other. Anon, he drew a

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4. Metallic grate for cooking food over a Sre.

white- hot bar of iron from the coals, laid it on the anvil, uplifted his arm of might, and was seen enveloped in the myriads of sparks which the strokes of his hammer scattered into the surrounding gloom.

“Now, that is a pleasant sight,” said the old watchmaker. “I know what it is to work in gold, but give me the worker in iron, after all is said and done. He spends his labor upon a real ity. What say you, daughter Annie?”

“Pray don’t speak so loud, father,” whispered Annie. “Robert Danforth will hear you.”

“And what if he should hear me?” said Peter Hovenden; “I say again, it is a good and a wholesome thing to depend upon main strength and real ity, and to earn one’s bread with the bare and brawny arm of a blacksmith. A watch- maker gets his brain puzzled by his wheels within a wheel, or loses his health or the nicety of his eyesight, as was my case; and Snds himself, at middle age, or a little after, past labor at his own trade, and St for nothing else, yet too poor to live at his ease, So, I say once again, give me main strength for my money. And then, how it takes the nonsense out of a man! Did you ever hear of a black- smith being such a fool as Owen Warland, yonder?”

“Well said, uncle Hovenden!” shouted Robert Danforth, from the forge, in a full, deep, merry voice, that made the roof re- echo. “And what says Miss Annie to that doctrine? She, I suppose, will think it a genteeler business to tinker up a lady’s watch than to forge a horse- shoe or make a gridiron!”4

Annie drew her father onward, without giving him time for reply. But we must return to Owen Warland’s shop, and spend more meditation

upon his history and character than either Peter Hovenden, or prob ably his daughter Annie, or Owen’s old school- fellow, Robert Danforth, would have thought due to so slight a subject. From the time that his little Sn gers could grasp a pen- knife, Owen had been remarkable for a delicate ingenuity, which sometimes produced pretty shapes in wood, principally Sgures of ^owers and birds, and sometimes seemed to aim at the hidden mysteries of mechanism. But it was always for purposes of grace, and never with any mockery of the use- ful. He did not, like the crowd of school- boy artisans, construct little windmills on the angle of a barn, or watermills across the neighboring brook. Those who discovered such peculiarity in the boy, as to think it worth their while to observe him closely, sometimes saw reason to suppose that he was attempting to imitate the beautiful movements of nature, as exempliSed in the ^ight of birds or the activity of little animals. It seemed, in fact, a new development of the love of the Beautiful, such as might have made him a poet, a painter, or a sculptor, and which was as completely reSned from all utilitarian coarseness, as it could have been in either of the Sne arts. He looked with singular distaste at the stiff and regular pro cesses of ordinary machinery. Being once carried to see a steam- engine, in the expectation that his intuitive comprehension of mechanical princi ples would be gratiSed, he turned pale, and grew sick, as if something monstrous and unnatural had been presented to him. This horror was partly owing to the size and terrible energy of the Iron Laborer; for the character of Owen’s mind was microscopic, and tended naturally to the min- ute, in accordance with his diminutive frame, and the marvellous smallness and delicate power of his Sn gers. Not that his sense of beauty was thereby diminished into a sense of prettiness. The beautiful Idea has no relation to

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size, and may be as perfectly developed in a space too minute for any but microscopic investigation, as within the ample verge that is mea sured by the arc of the rainbow. But, at all events, this characteristic minuteness in his objects and accomplishments made the world even more incapable than it might other wise have been, of appreciating Owen Warland’s genius. The boy’s relatives saw nothing better to be done—as perhaps there was not— than to bind him apprentice to a watchmaker, hoping that his strange ingenuity might thus be regulated, and put to utilitarian purposes.

Peter Hovenden’s opinion of his apprentice has already been expressed. He could make nothing of the lad. Owen’s apprehension of the professional mys- teries, it is true, was inconceivably quick. But he altogether forgot or despised the grand object of a watchmaker’s business, and cared no more for the mea- sure ment of time than if it had been merged into eternity. So long, however, as he remained under his old master’s care, Owen’s lack of sturdiness made it pos si ble, by strict injunctions and sharp oversight, to restrain his creative eccentricity within bounds. But when his apprenticeship was served out, and he had taken the little shop which Peter Hovenden’s failing eye- sight com- pelled him to relinquish, then did people recognize how unSt a person was Owen Warland to lead old blind Father Time along his daily course. One of his most rational proj ects was, to connect a musical operation with the machinery of his watches, so that all the harsh dissonances of life might be rendered tuneful, and each ^itting moment fall into the abyss of the Past in golden drops of harmony. If a family- clock was entrusted to him for repair— one of those tall, ancient clocks that have grown nearly allied to human nature, by mea sur ing out the lifetime of many generations—he would take upon himself to arrange a dance or funeral pro cession of Sgures across its venerable face, representing twelve mirthful or melancholy hours. Several freaks of this kind quite destroyed the young watchmaker’s credit with that steady and matter- of- fact class of people, who hold the opinion that time is not to be tri^ed with, whether considered as the medium of advancement and prosperity in this world, or preparation for the next. His custom rapidly diminished— a misfortune, however, that was prob ably reckoned among his better accidents by Owen Warland, who was becoming more and more absorbed in a secret occupation, which drew all his science and manual dexterity into itself, and likewise gave full employment to the characteristic tendencies of his genius. This pursuit had already consumed many months.

After the old watchmaker and his pretty daughter had gazed at him, out of the obscurity of the street, Owen Warland was seized with a ^uttering of the nerves, which made his hand tremble too violently to proceed with such delicate labor as he was now engaged upon.

“It was Annie herself!” murmured he. “I should have known by this throbbing of my heart, before I heard her father’s voice. Ah, how it throbs! I shall scarcely be able to work again on this exquisite mechanism to- night. Annie— dearest Annie— thou shouldst give Srmness to my heart and hand, and not shake them thus; for if I strive to put the very spirit of Beauty into form, and give it motion, it is for thy sake alone. Oh, throbbing heart, be quiet! If my labor be thus thwarted, there will come vague and unsatisSed dreams, which will leave me spiritless tomorrow.”

As he was endeavoring to settle himself again to his task, the shop- door opened, and gave admittance to no other than the stalwart Sgure which

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5. Apprentice.

Peter Hovenden had paused to admire, as seen amid the light and shadow of the blacksmith’s shop. Robert Danforth had brought a little anvil of his own manufacture, and peculiarly constructed, which the young artist had recently bespoken. Owen examined the article, and pronounced it fash- ioned according to his wish.

“Why, yes,” said Robert Danforth, his strong voice Slling the shop as with the sound of a bass- viol, “I consider myself equal to anything in the way of my own trade; though I should have made but a poor Sgure at yours, with such a Sst as this,”— added he, laughing, as he laid his vast hand beside the delicate one of Owen. “But what then? I put more main strength into one blow of my sledge- hammer, than all that you have expended since you were a ’prentice.5 Is not that the truth?”

“Very prob ably,” answered the low and slender voice of Owen. “Strength is an earthly monster. I make no pretensions to it. My force, what ever there may be of it, is altogether spiritual.”

“Well, but, Owen, what are you about?” asked his old school- fellow, still in such a hearty volume of tone that it made the artist shrink; especially as the question related to a subject so sacred as the absorbing dream of his imagina- tion. “Folks do say, that you are trying to discover the Perpetual Motion.”

“The Perpetual Motion?— nonsense!” replied Owen Warland, with a movement of disgust; for he was full of little petulances. “It never can be discovered! It is a dream that may delude men whose brains are mystiSed with matter, but not me. Besides, if such a discovery were pos si ble, it would not be worth my while to make it, only to have the secret turned to such purposes as are now effected by steam and water- power. I am not ambitious to be honored with the paternity of a new kind of cotton- machine.”

“That would be droll enough!” cried the blacksmith, breaking out into such an uproar of laughter, that Owen himself, and the bell- glasses on his work- board, quivered in unison. “No, no, Owen! No child of yours will have iron joints and sinews. Well, I wont hinder you any more. Good night, Owen, and success; and if you need any assistance, so far as a downright blow of ham- mer upon anvil will answer the purpose, I’m your man!”

And with another laugh, the man of main strength left the shop. “How strange it is,” whispered Owen Warland to himself, leaning his

head upon his hand, “that all my musings, my purposes, my passion for the Beautiful, my consciousness of power to create it— a Sner, more ethereal power, of which this earthly giant can have no conception— all, all, look so vain and idle, whenever my path is crossed by Robert Danforth! He would drive me mad, were I to meet him often. His hard, brute force darkens and confuses the spiritual ele ment within me. But I, too, will be strong in my own way. I will not yield to him!”

He took from beneath a glass, a piece of minute machinery, which he set in the condensed light of his lamp, and, looking intently at it through a magnifying glass, proceeded to operate with a delicate instrument of steel. In an instant, however, he fell back in his chair, and clasped his hands, with a look of horror on his face, that made its small features as impressive as those of a giant would have been.

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6. An artist who seeks to represent an idea. 7. A small pocket for carry ing a watch.

8. Exchange; a place of business.

“Heaven! What have I done!” exclaimed he. “The vapor!— the in^uence of that brute force!—it has bewildered me, and obscured my perception. I have made the very stroke— the fatal stroke— that I have dreaded from the Srst! It is all over— the toil of months— the object of my life! I am ruined!”

And there he sat, in strange despair, until his lamp ^ickered in the socket, and left the Artist of the Beautiful in darkness.

Thus it is, that ideas which grow up within the imagination, and appear so lovely to it, and of a value beyond what ever men call valuable, are exposed to be shattered and annihilated by contact with the Practical. It is requisite for the ideal artist6 to possess a force of character that seems hardly compatible with its delicacy; he must keep his faith in himself, while the incredulous world assails him with its utter disbelief; he must stand up against mankind and be his own sole disciple, both as re spects his genius, and the objects to which it is directed.

For a time, Owen Warland succumbed to this severe, but inevitable test. He spent a few sluggish weeks, with his head so continually resting in his hands, that the townspeople had scarcely an opportunity to see his counte- nance. When, at last, it was again uplifted to the light of day, a cold, dull, nameless change was perceptible upon it. In the opinion of Peter Hovenden, however, and that order of sagacious understandings who think that life should be regulated, like clock- work, with leaden weights, the alteration was entirely for the better. Owen now, indeed, applied himself to business with dogged industry. It was marvellous to witness the obtuse gravity with which he would inspect the wheels of a great, old silver watch; thereby delighting the owner, in whose fob7 it had been worn till he deemed it a portion of his own life, and was accordingly jealous of its treatment. In consequence of the good report thus acquired, Owen Warland was invited by the proper authori- ties to regulate the clock in the church- steeple. He succeeded so admirably in this matter of public interest, that the merchants gruf^y acknowledged his merits on ’Change;8 the nurse whispered his praises, as she gave the potion in the sick- chamber; the lover blessed him at the hour of appointed interview; and the town in general thanked Owen for the punctuality of dinner- time. In a word, the heavy weight upon his spirits kept every thing in order, not merely within his own system, but wheresoever the iron accents of the church- clock were audible. It was a circumstance, though minute, yet characteristic of his pres ent state, that, when employed to engrave names or initials on silver spoons, he now wrote the requisite letters in the plainest pos si ble style; omit- ting a variety of fanciful ^ourishes, that had heretofore distinguished his work in this kind.

One day, during the era of this happy transformation, old Peter Hoven- den came to visit his former apprentice.

“Well, Owen,” said he, “I am glad to hear such good accounts of you from all quarters; and especially from the town- clock yonder, which speaks in your commendation every hour of the twenty- four. Only get rid altogether of your nonsensical trash about the Beautiful— which I, nor nobody else, nor yourself to boot, could ever understand— only free yourself of that, and your success in life is as sure as daylight. Why, if you go on in this way, I should even venture

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to let you doctor this precious old watch of mine; though, except my daughter Annie, I have nothing else so valuable in the world.”

“I should hardly dare touch it, sir,” replied Owen in a depressed tone; for he was weighed down by his old master’s presence.

“In time,” said the latter, “in time, you will be capable of it.” The old watchmaker, with the freedom naturally consequent on his former

authority, went on inspecting the work which Owen had in hand at the moment, together with other matters that were in pro gress. The artist, mean- while, could scarcely lift his head. There was nothing so antipodal to his nature as this man’s cold, unimaginative sagacity, by contact with which every thing was converted into a dream, except the densest matter of the physical world. Owen groaned in spirit, and prayed fervently to be delivered from him.

“But what is this?” cried Peter Hovenden abruptly, taking up a dusty bell- glass, beneath which appeared a mechanical something, as delicate and minute as the system of a butter^y’s anatomy. “What have we here! Owen, Owen! there is witchcraft in these little chains, and wheels, and paddles! See! with one pinch of my Sn ger and thumb, I am going to deliver you from all future peril.”

“For Heaven’s sake,” screamed Owen Warland, springing up with won- derful energy, “as you would not drive me mad—do not touch it! The slight- est pressure of your Sn ger would ruin me for ever.”

“Aha, young man! And is it so?” said the old watchmaker, looking at him with just enough of penetration to torture Owen’s soul with the bitterness of worldly criticism. “Well; take your own course. But I warn you again, that in this small piece of mechanism lives your evil spirit. Shall I exorcise him?”

“You are my Evil Spirit,” answered Owen, much excited— “you, and the hard, coarse world! The leaden thoughts and the despondency that you ^ing upon me are my clogs. Else, I should long ago have achieved the task that I was created for.”

Peter Hovenden shook his head, with the mixture of contempt and indig- nation which mankind, of whom he was partly a representative, deem them- selves entitled to feel towards all simpletons who seek other prizes than the dusty ones along the highway. He then took his leave with an uplifted Sn ger, and a sneer upon his face, that haunted the artist’s dreams for many a night afterwards. At the time of his old master’s visit, Owen was prob ably on the point of taking up the relinquished task; but, by this sinister event, he was thrown back into the state whence he had been slowly emerging.

But the innate tendency of his soul had only been accumulating fresh vigor, during its apparent sluggishness. As the summer advanced, he almost totally relinquished his business, and permitted Father Time, so far as the old gentleman was represented by the clocks and watches under his con- trol, to stray at random through human life, making inSnite confusion among the train of bewildered hours. He wasted the sunshine, as people said, in wandering through the woods and Selds, and along the banks of streams. There, like a child, he found amusement in chasing butter^ies, or watching the motions of water- insects. There was something truly mysteri- ous in the intentness with which he contemplated these living playthings, as they sported on the breeze; or examined the structure of an imperial insect whom he had imprisoned. The chase of butter^ies was an apt emblem

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of the ideal pursuit in which he had spent so many golden hours. But, would the Beautiful Idea ever be yielded to his hand, like the butter^y that symbol- ized it? Sweet, doubtless, were these days, and congenial to the artist’s soul. They were full of bright conceptions, which gleamed through his intellectual world, as the butter^ies gleamed through the outward atmosphere, and were real to him for the instant, without the toil, and perplexity, and many disap- pointments, of attempting to make them vis i ble to the sensual eye. Alas, that the artist, whether in poetry or what ever other material, may not content himself with the inward enjoyment of the Beautiful, but must chase the ^it- ting mystery beyond the verge of his ethereal domain, and crush its frail being in seizing it with a material grasp! Owen Warland felt the impulse to give external real ity to his ideas, as irresistibly as any of the poets or paint ers, who have arrayed the world in a dimmer and fainter beauty, imperfectly copied from the richness of their visions.

The night was now his time for the slow pro cess of recreating the one Idea, to which all his intellectual activity referred itself. Always at the approach of dusk, he stole into the town, locked himself within his shop, and wrought with patient delicacy of touch, for many hours. Sometimes he was startled by the rap of the watchman, who, when all the world should be asleep, had caught the gleam of lamplight through the crevices of Owen Warland’s shut- ters. Daylight, to the morbid sensibility of his mind, seemed to have an intru- siveness that interfered with his pursuits. On cloudy and inclement days, therefore, he sat with his head upon his hands, muf^ing, as it were, his sensi- tive brain in a mist of indeSnite musings; for it was a relief to escape from the sharp distinctness with which he was compelled to shape out his thoughts, during his nightly toil.

From one of these Sts of torpor, he was aroused by the entrance of Annie Hovenden, who came into the shop with the freedom of a customer, and also with something of the familiarity of a childish friend. She had worn a hole through her silver thimble, and wanted Owen to repair it.

“But I don’t know whether you will condescend to such a task,” said she, laughing, “now that you are so taken up with the notion of putting spirit into machinery.”

“Where did you get that idea, Annie?” said Owen, starting in surprise. “Oh, out of my own head,” answered she, “and from something that I heard

you say, long ago, when you were but a boy, and I a little child. But, come! will you mend this poor thimble of mine?”

“Anything for your sake, Annie,” said Owen Warland— “anything; even were it to work at Robert Danforth’s forge.”

“And that would be a pretty sight!” retorted Annie, glancing with imper- ceptible slightness at the artist’s small and slender frame. “Well; here is the thimble.”

“But that is a strange idea of yours,” said Owen, “about the spiritualiza- tion of matter!”

And then the thought stole into his mind, that this young girl possessed the gift to comprehend him, better than all the world beside. And what a help and strength would it be to him, in his lonely toil, if he could gain the sympa- thy of the only being whom he loved! To persons whose pursuits are insulated from the common business of life— who are either in advance of mankind, or apart from it— there often comes a sensation of moral cold, that makes the

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9. The legendary fairy queen, Srst referred to in Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, who rules over

dreams. “Whirligig”: a spinning toy. 1. Magical word or object.

spirit shiver, as if it had reached the frozen solitudes around the pole. What the prophet, the poet, the reformer, the criminal, or any other man, with human yearnings, but separated from the multitude by a peculiar lot, might feel, poor Owen Warland felt.

“Annie,” cried he, growing pale as death at the thought, “how gladly would I tell you the secret of my pursuit! You, methinks, would estimate it rightly. You, I know, would hear it with a reverence that I must not expect from the harsh, material world.”

“Would I not! to be sure I would!” replied Annie Hovenden, lightly laugh- ing. “Come; explain to me quickly what is the meaning of this little whirli- gig, so delicately wrought that it might be a plaything for Queen Mab.9 See; I will put it in motion.”

“Hold,” exclaimed Owen, “hold!” Annie had but given the slightest pos si ble touch, with the point of a nee-

dle, to the same minute portion of complicated machinery which has been more than once mentioned, when the artist seized her by the wrist with a force that made her scream aloud. She was affrighted at the convulsion of intense rage and anguish that writhed across his features. The next instant he let his head sink upon his hands.

“Go, Annie,” murmured he, “I have deceived myself, and must suffer for it. I yearned for sympathy— and thought— and fancied— and dreamed— that you might give it me. But you lack the talisman,1 Annie, that should admit you into my secrets. That touch has undone the toil of months, and the thought of a lifetime! It was not your fault, Annie— but you have ruined me!”

Poor Owen Warland! He had indeed erred, yet pardonably; for if any human spirit could have sufSciently reverenced the pro cesses so sacred in his eyes, it must have been a woman’s. Even Annie Hovenden, possibly, might not have disappointed him, had she been enlightened by the deep intelli- gence of love.

The artist spent the ensuing winter in a way that satisSed any persons, who had hitherto retained a hopeful opinion of him, that he was, in truth, irrevo- cably doomed to inutility as regarded the world, and to an evil destiny on his own part. The decease of a relative had put him in possession of a small inheri- tance. Thus freed from the necessity of toil, and having lost the steadfast in^uence of a great purpose— great, at least, to him—he abandoned himself to habits from which, it might have been supposed, the mere delicacy of his or ga ni za tion would have availed to secure him. But when the ethereal portion of a man of genius is obscured, the earthly part assumes an in^uence the more uncontrollable, because the character is now thrown off the balance to which Providence had so nicely adjusted it, and which, in coarser natures, is adjusted by some other method. Owen Warland made proof of what ever show of bliss may be found in riot. He looked at the world through the golden medium of wine, and contemplated the visions that bubble up so gaily around the brim of the glass, and that people the air with shapes of pleasant madness, which so soon grow ghostly and forlorn. Even when this dismal and inevitable change had taken place, the young man might still have continued to quaff

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2. The apostle Paul (c. 5– c. 67 c.e.); see Acts 26.

the cup of enchantments, though its vapor did but shroud life in gloom, and Sll the gloom with specters that mocked at him. There was a certain irksome- ness of spirit, which, being real, and the deepest sensation of which the artist was now conscious, was more intolerable than any fantastic miseries and hor- rors that the abuse of wine could summon up. In the latter case, he could remember, even out of the midst of his trou ble, that all was but a delusion; in the former, the heavy anguish was his actual life.

From this perilous state, he was redeemed by an incident which more than one person witnessed, but of which the shrewdest could not explain nor conjecture the operation on Owen Warland’s mind. It was very simple. On a warm after noon of Spring, as the artist sat among his riotous compan- ions, with a glass of wine before him, a splendid butter^y ^ew in at the open win dow, and ^uttered about his head.

“Ah!” exclaimed Owen, who had drank freely, “Are you alive again, child of the sun, and playmate of the summer breeze, after your dismal winter’s nap! Then it is time for me to be at work!”

And leaving his unemptied glass upon the table, he departed, and was never known to sip another drop of wine.

And now, again, he resumed his wanderings in the woods and Selds. It might be fancied that the bright butter^y, which had come so spiritlike into the win dow, as Owen sat with the rude revelers, was indeed a spirit, com- missioned to recall him to the pure, ideal life that had so etherealised him among men. It might be fancied, that he went forth to seek this spirit, in its sunny haunts; for still, as in the summer- time gone by, he was seen to steal gently up, wherever a butter^y had alighted, and lose himself in contempla- tion of it. When it took ̂ ight, his eyes followed the winged vision, as if its airy track would show the path to heaven. But what could be the purpose of the unseasonable toil, which was again resumed, as the watchman knew by the lines of lamp- light through the crevices of Owen Warland’s shutters? The townspeople had one comprehensive explanation of all these singularities. Owen Warland had gone mad! How universally efScacious— how satisfactory, too, and soothing to the injured sensibility of narrowness and dullness—is this easy method of accounting for what ever lies beyond the world’s most ordi- nary scope! From Saint Paul’s days,2 down to our poor little Artist of the Beau- tiful, the same talisman has been applied to the elucidation of all mysteries in the words or deeds of men, who spoke or acted too wisely or too well. In Owen Warland’s case, the judgment of his townspeople may have been correct. Per- haps he was mad. The lack of sympathy— that contrast between himself and his neighbors, which took away the restraint of example— was enough to make him so. Or, possibly, he had caught just so much of ethereal radiance as served to bewilder him, in an earthly sense, by its intermixture with the common daylight.

One eve ning, when the artist had returned from a customary ramble, and had just thrown the luster of his lamp on the delicate piece of work, so often interrupted, but still taken up again, as if his fate were embodied in its mech- anism, he was surprised by the entrance of old Peter Hovenden. Owen never met this man without a shrinking of the heart. Of all the world, he was most terrible, by reason of a keen understanding, which saw so distinctly what it

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did see, and disbelieved so uncompromisingly in what it could not see. On this occasion, the old watchmaker had merely a gracious word or two to say.

“Owen, my lad,” said he, “we must see you at my house to- morrow night.” The artist began to mutter some excuse. “Oh, but it must be so,” quoth Peter Hovenden, “for the sake of the days

when you were one of the house hold. What, my boy, don’t you know that my daughter Annie is engaged to Robert Danforth? We are making an enter- tainment, in our humble way, to celebrate the event.”

“Ah!” said Owen. That little monosyllable was all he uttered; its tone seemed cold and

unconcerned, to an ear like Peter Hovenden’s; and yet there was in it the sti- ^ed outcry of the poor artist’s heart, which he compressed within him like a man holding down an evil spirit. One slight outbreak, however, imperceptible to the old watchmaker, he allowed himself. Raising the instrument with which he was about to begin his work, he let it fall upon the little system of machinery that had, anew, cost him months of thought and toil. It was shat- tered by the stroke!

Owen Warland’s story would have been no tolerable repre sen ta tion of the troubled life of those who strive to create the Beautiful, if, amid all other thwarting in^uences, love had not interposed to steal the cunning from his hand. Outwardly he had been no ardent or enterprising lover; the career of his passion had conSned its tumults and vicissitudes so entirely within the artist’s imagination, that Annie herself had scarcely more than a woman’s intuitive perception of it. But, in Owen’s view, it covered the whole Seld of his life. Forgetful of the time when she had shown herself incapable of any deep response, he had persisted in connecting all his dreams of artistical success with Annie’s image; she was the vis i ble shape in which the spiritual power that he worshipped, and on whose altar he hoped to lay a not unworthy offer- ing, was made manifest to him. Of course he had deceived himself; there were no such attributes in Annie Hovenden as his imagination had endowed her with. She, in the aspect which she wore to his inward vision, was as much a creation of his own, as the mysterious piece of mechanism would be were it ever realized. Had he become convinced of his mistake through the medium of successful love; had he won Annie to his bosom, and there beheld her fade from angel into ordinary woman, the disappointment might have driven him back, with concentrated energy, upon his sole remaining object. On the other hand, had he found Annie what he fancied, his lot would have been so rich in beauty, that out of its mere redundancy he might have wrought the Beautiful into many a worthier type than he had toiled for. But the guise in which his sorrow came to him, the sense that the angel of his life had been snatched away and given to a rude man of earth and iron, who could neither need nor appreciate her ministrations; this was the very perversity of fate, that makes human existence appear too absurd and contradictory to be the scene of one other hope or one other fear. There was nothing left for Owen Warland but to sit down like a man that had been stunned.

He went through a St of illness. After his recovery, his small and slender frame assumed an obtuser garniture of ^esh than it had ever before worn. His thin cheeks became round; his delicate little hand, so spiritually fash- ioned to achieve fairy task- work, grew plumper than the hand of a thriving infant. His aspect had a childishness, such as might have induced a stranger

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3. The German phi los o pher Albertus Magnus (c. 1195–1280) and the En glish phi los o pher Friar Roger Bacon (1214– c. 1292) claimed to have magical powers to bring metal to life; they

were said to have constructed “brazen heads,” brass devices capable of speaking several words. 4. The eldest son of the French king, and thus heir to the throne.

to pat him on the head— pausing, however, in the act, to wonder what man- ner of child was here. It was as if the spirit had gone out of him, leaving the body to ^ourish in a sort of vegetable existence. Not that Owen Warland was idiotic. He could talk, and not irrationally. Somewhat of a babbler, indeed, did people begin to think him; for he was apt to discourse at weari- some length, of marvels of mechanism that he had read about in books, but which he had learned to consider as absolutely fabulous. Among them he enumerated the Man of Brass, constructed by Albertus Magnus, and the Brazen Head of Friar Bacon;3 and, coming down to later times, the autom- ata of a little coach and horses, which, it was pretended, had been manu- factured for the Dauphin of France;4 together with an insect that buzzed about the ear like a living ^y, and yet was but a contrivance of minute steel springs. There was a story, too, of a duck that waddled, and quacked, and ate; though, had any honest citizen purchased it for dinner, he would have found himself cheated with the mere mechanical apparition of a duck.

“But all these accounts,” said Owen Warland, “I am now satisSed, are mere impositions.”

Then, in a mysterious way, he would confess that he once thought differ- ently. In his idle and dreamy days he had considered it pos si ble, in a certain sense, to spiritualize machinery; and to combine with the new species of life and motion, thus produced, a beauty that should attain to the ideal, which Nature has proposed to herself, in all her creatures, but has never taken pains to realize. He seemed, however, to retain no very distinct perception either of the pro cess of achieving this object, or of the design itself.

“I have thrown it all aside now,” he would say. “It was a dream, such as young men are always mystifying themselves with. Now that I have acquired a little common sense, it makes me laugh to think of it.”

Poor, poor, and fallen Owen Warland! These were the symptoms that he had ceased to be an inhabitant of the better sphere that lies unseen around us. He had lost his faith in the invisible, and now prided himself, as such unfortunates invariably do, in the wisdom which rejected much that even his eye could see, and trusted conSdently in nothing but what his hand could touch. This is the calamity of men whose spiritual part dies out of them, and leaves the grosser understanding to assimilate them more and more to the things of which alone it can take cognizance. But, in Owen Warland, the spirit was not dead, nor past away; it only slept.

How it awoke again, is not recorded. Perhaps, the torpid slumber was bro- ken by a convulsive pain. Perhaps, as in a former instance, the butter^y came and hovered about his head, and reinspired him—as, indeed, this creature of the sunshine had always a mysterious mission for the artist— reinspired him with the former purpose of his life. Whether it were pain or happiness that thrilled through his veins, his Srst impulse was to thank Heaven for render- ing him again the being of thought, imagination, and keenest sensibility, that he had long ceased to be.

“Now for my task,” said he. “Never did I feel such strength for it as now.”

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5. The American painter Washington Allston (1779–1843) died before completing Belshazzar’s Feast.

6. The En glish poet John Milton (1608–1674), author of Paradise Lost (1667) and Paradise Regained (1671).

Yet, strong as he felt himself, he was incited to toil the more diligently, by an anxiety lest death should surprise him in the midst of his labors. This anxiety, perhaps, is common to all men who set their hearts upon anything so high, in their own view of it, that life becomes of importance only as conditional to its accomplishment. So long as we love life for itself, we sel- dom dread the losing it. When we desire life for the attainment of an object, we recognize the frailty of its texture. But, side by side with this sense of insecurity, there is a vital faith in our invulnerability to the shaft of death, while engaged in any task that seems assigned by Providence as our proper thing to do, and which the world would have cause to mourn for, should we leave it unaccomplished. Can the phi los o pher, big with the inspiration of an idea that is to reform mankind, believe that he is to be beckoned from this sensible existence, at the very instant when he is mustering his breath to speak the word of light? Should he perish so, the weary ages may pass away— the world’s whole life- sand may fall, drop by drop— before another intellect is prepared to develope the truth that might have been uttered then. But history affords many an example, where the most precious spirit, at any par tic u lar epoch manifested in human shape, has gone hence untimely, without space allowed him, so far as mortal judgment could dis- cern, to perform his mission on the earth. The prophet dies; and the man of torpid heart and sluggish brain lives on. The poet leaves his song half sung, or Snishes it, beyond the scope of mortal ears, in a celestial choir. The painter—as Allston did5— leaves half his conception on the canvas, to sad- den us with its imperfect beauty, and goes to picture forth the whole, if it be no irreverence to say so, in the hues of Heaven. But, rather, such incom- plete designs of this life will be perfected nowhere. This so frequent abor- tion of man’s dearest proj ects must be taken as a proof, that the deeds of earth, however etherealized by piety or genius, are without value, except as exercises and manifestations of the spirit. In Heaven, all ordinary thought is higher and more melodious than Milton’s song.6 Then, would he add another verse to any strain that he had left unSnished here?

But to return to Owen Warland. It was his fortune, good or ill, to achieve the purpose of his life. Pass we over a long space of intense thought, yearn- ing effort, minute toil, and wasting anxiety, succeeded by an instant of soli- tary triumph; let all this be imagined; and then behold the artist, on a winter eve ning, seeking admittance to Robert Danforth’s Sreside circle. There he found the Man of Iron, with his massive substance, thoroughly warmed and attempered by domestic in^uences. And there was Annie, too, now transformed into a matron, with much of her husband’s plain and sturdy nature, but imbued, as Owen Warland still believed, with a Sner grace, that might enable her to be the interpreter between Strength and Beauty. It hap- pened, likewise, that old Peter Hovenden was a guest, this eve ning, at his daughter’s Sreside; and it was his well- remembered expression of keen, cold criticism, that Srst encountered the artist’s glance.

“My old friend Owen!” cried Robert Danforth, starting up, and compressing the artist’s delicate Sn gers within a hand that was accustomed to gripe bars of

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iron. “This is kind and neighborly, to come to us at last! I was afraid your Per- petual Motion had bewitched you out of the remembrance of old times.”

“We are glad to see you!” said Annie, while a blush reddened her matronly cheek. “It was not like a friend to stay from us so long.”

“Well, Owen,” inquired the old watchmaker, as his Srst greeting, “how comes on the Beautiful? Have you created it at last?”

The artist did not immediately reply, being startled by the apparition of a young child of strength, that was tumbling about on the carpet; a little per- sonage who had come mysteriously out of the inSnite, but with something so sturdy and real in his composition that he seemed moulded out of the densest substance which earth could supply. This hopeful infant crawled towards the new comer, and setting himself on end—as Robert Danforth expressed the posture— stared at Owen with a look of such sagacious observation, that the mother could not help exchanging a proud glance with her husband. But the artist was disturbed by the child’s look, as imagining a resemblance between it and Peter Hovenden’s habitual expression. He could have fancied that the old watchmaker was compressed into this baby- shape, and looking out of those baby- eyes, and repeating—as he now did— the malicious question:

“The Beautiful, Owen! How comes on the Beautiful? Have you suc- ceeded in creating the Beautiful?”

“I have succeeded,” replied the artist, with a momentary light of triumph in his eyes, and a smile of sunshine, yet steeped in such depth of thought, that it was almost sadness. “Yes, my friends, it is the truth. I have succeeded!”

“Indeed!” cried Annie, a look of maiden mirthfulness peeping out of her face again. “And is it lawful, now, to inquire what the secret is?”

“Surely; it is to disclose it, that I have come,” answered Owen Warland. “You shall know, and see, and touch, and possess the secret! For, Annie—if by that name I may still address the friend of my boyish years— Annie, it is for your bridal gift that I have wrought this spiritualized mechanism, this harmony of motion, this Mystery of Beauty! It comes late, indeed; but it is as we go onward in life, when objects begin to lose their freshness of hue, and our souls their delicacy of perception, that the spirit of Beauty is most needed. If— forgive me, Annie—if you know how to value this gift, it can never come too late!”

He produced, as he spoke, what seemed a jewel- box. It was carved richly out of ebony by his own hand, and inlaid with a fanciful tracery of pearl, representing a boy in pursuit of a butter^y, which, elsewhere, had become a winged spirit, and was ^ying heavenward; while the boy, or youth, had found such efScacy in his strong desire, that he ascended from earth to cloud, and from cloud to celestial atmosphere, to win the Beautiful. This case of ebony the artist opened, and bade Annie place her Sn ger on its edge. She did so, but almost screamed, as a butter^y ^uttered forth, and, alighting on her Sn ger’s tip, sat waving the ample magniScence of its purple and gold- speckled wings, as if in prelude to a ^ight. It is impossible to express by words the glory, the splendor, the delicate gorgeousness, which were softened into the beauty of this object. Nature’s ideal butter^y was here realized in all its perfection; not in the pattern of such faded insects as ^it among earthly ^owers, but of those which hover across the meads7 of Paradise, for child- angels and the spirits of

7. Meadows (archaic).

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departed infants to disport themselves with. The rich down was vis i ble upon its wings; the luster of its eyes seemed instinct with spirit. The Srelight glim- mered around this won der— the candles gleamed upon it— but it glistened apparently by its own radiance, and illuminated the Sn ger and outstretched hand on which it rested, with a white gleam like that of precious stones. In its perfect beauty, the consideration of size was entirely lost. Had its wings over- arched the Srmament, the mind could not have been more Slled or satisSed.

“Beautiful! Beautiful!” exclaimed Annie. “Is it alive? Is it alive?” “Alive? To be sure it is,” answered her husband. “Do you suppose any mor-

tal has skill enough to make a butter^y,—or would put himself to the trou ble of making one, when any child may catch a score of them in a summer’s after noon? Alive? Certainly! But this pretty box is undoubtedly of our friend Owen’s manufacture; and really it does him credit.”

At this moment, the butter^y waved its wings anew, with a motion so abso- lutely lifelike that Annie was startled, and even awestricken; for, in spite of her husband’s opinion, she could not satisfy herself whether it was indeed a living creature, or a piece of wondrous mechanism.

“Is it alive?” she repeated, more earnestly than before. “Judge for yourself,” said Owen Warland, who stood gazing in her face

with Sxed attention. The butter^y now ^ung itself upon the air, ^uttered round Annie’s head,

and soared into a distant region of the parlor, still making itself perceptible to sight by the starry gleam in which the motion of its wings enveloped it. The infant, on the ^oor, followed its course with his sagacious little eyes. After ^ying about the room, it returned, in a spiral curve, and settled again on Annie’s Sn ger.

“But is it alive?” exclaimed she again; and the Sn ger, on which the gor- geous mystery had alighted, was so tremulous that the butter^y was forced to balance himself with his wings. “Tell me if it be alive, or whether you created it?”

“Wherefore ask who created it, so it be beautiful?” replied Owen Warland. “Alive? Yes, Annie; it may well be said to possess life, for it has absorbed my own being into itself; and in the secret of that butter^y, and in its beauty— which is not merely outward, but deep as its whole system—is represented the intellect, the imagination, the sensibility, the soul, of an Artist of the Beautiful! Yes, I created it. But”— and here his countenance somewhat changed— “this butter^y is not now to me what it was when I beheld it afar off, in the day- dreams of my youth.”

“Be it what it may, it is a pretty plaything,” said the blacksmith, grinning with childlike delight. “I won der whether it would condescend to alight on such a great clumsy Sn ger as mine? Hold it hither, Annie!”

By the artist’s direction, Annie touched her Sn ger’s tip to that of her hus- band; and, after a momentary delay, the butter^y ^uttered from one to the other. It preluded a second ^ight by a similar, yet not precisely the same wav- ing of wings, as in the Srst experiment. Then ascending from the blacksmith’s stalwart Sn ger, it rose in a gradually enlarging curve to the ceiling, made one wide sweep around the room, and returned with an undulating move- ment to the point whence it had started.

“Well, that does beat all nature!” cried Robert Danforth, bestowing the heartiest praise that he could Snd expression for; and, indeed, had he paused

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there, a man of Sner words and nicer perception could not easily have said more. “That goes beyond me, I confess! But what then? There is more real use in one downright blow of my sledge- hammer, than in the whole Sve years’ labor that our friend Owen has wasted on this butter^y!”

Here the child clapped his hands, and made a great babble of indistinct utterance, apparently demanding that the butter^y should be given him for a plaything.

Owen Warland, meanwhile, glanced sidelong at Annie, to discover whether she sympathized in her husband’s estimate of the comparative value of the Beautiful and the Practical. There was, amid all her kindness towards him- self, amid all the won der and admiration with which she contemplated the marvelous work of his hands, and incarnation of his idea, a secret scorn; too secret, perhaps, for her own consciousness, and perceptible only to such intu- itive discernment as that of the artist. But Owen, in the latter stages of his pursuit, had risen out of the region in which such a discovery might have been torture. He knew that the world, and Annie as the representative of the world, what ever praise might be bestowed, could never say the Stting word, nor feel the Stting sentiment which should be the perfect recompense of an artist who, symbolizing a lofty moral by a material tri^e— converting what was earthly to spiritual gold— had won the Beautiful into his handi work. Not at this latest moment was he to learn that the reward of all high per for mance must be sought within itself, or sought in vain. There was, however, a view of the matter, which Annie, and her husband, and even Peter Hovenden, might fully have understood, and which would have satisSed them that the toil of years had here been worthily bestowed. Owen Warland might have told them, that this butter^y, this plaything, this bridal- gift of a poor watchmaker to a blacksmith’s wife, was, in truth, a gem of art that a monarch would have pur- chased with honors and abundant wealth, and have trea sured it among the jewels of his kingdom, as the most unique and wondrous of them all! But the artist smiled and kept the secret to himself.

“ Father,” said Annie, thinking that a word of praise from the old watch- maker might gratify his former apprentice, “do come and admire this pretty butter^y!”

“Let us see,” said Peter Hovenden, rising from his chair, with a sneer upon his face that always made people doubt, as he himself did, in every- thing but a material existence. “ Here is my Sn ger for it to alight upon. I shall understand it better when once I have touched it.”

But, to the increased astonishment of Annie, when the tip of her father’s Sn ger was pressed against that of her husband, on which the butter^y still rested, the insect drooped its wings, and seemed on the point of falling to the ^oor. Even the bright spots of gold upon its wings and body, unless her eyes deceived her, grew dim, and the glowing purple took a dusky hue, and the starry luster that gleamed around the blacksmith’s hand became faint, and vanished.

“It is dying! it is dying!” cried Annie, in alarm. “It has been delicately wrought,” said the artist, calmly. “As I told you, it

has imbibed a spiritual essence— call it magnetism,8 or what you will. In an atmosphere of doubt and mockery, its exquisite susceptibility suffers torture,

8. Animal magnetism; a term for hypnotism.

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as does the soul of him who instilled his own life into it. It has already lost its beauty; in a few moments more, its mechanism would be irreparably injured.”

“Take away your hand, father!” entreated Annie, turning pale. “ Here is my child; let it rest on his innocent hand. There, perhaps, its life will revive, and its colors grow brighter than ever.”

Her father, with an acrid smile, withdrew his Sn ger. The butter^y then appeared to recover the power of voluntary motion; while its hues assumed much of their original luster, and the gleam of starlight, which was its most ethereal attribute, again formed a halo round about it. At Srst, when trans- ferred from Robert Danforth’s hand to the small Sn ger of the child, this radi- ance grew so power ful that it positively threw the little fellow’s shadow back against the wall. He, meanwhile, extended his plump hand as he had seen his father and mother do, and watched the waving of the insect’s wings with infantine delight. Nevertheless, there was a certain odd expression of sagacity, that made Owen Warland feel as if here were old Peter Hovenden, partially, and but partially, redeemed from his hard scepticism into childish faith.

“How wise the little monkey looks!” whispered Robert Danforth to his wife. “I never saw such a look on a child’s face,” answered Annie, admiring her

own infant, and with good reason, far more than the artistic butter^y. “The darling knows more of the mystery than we do.”

As if the butter^y, like the artist, were conscious of something not entirely congenial in the child’s nature, it alternately sparkled and grew dim. At length, it arose from the small hand of the infant with an airy motion, that seemed to bear it upward without an effort; as if the ethereal instincts, with which its master’s spirit had endowed it, impelled this fair vision involuntarily to a higher sphere. Had there been no obstruction, it might have soared into the sky, and grown immortal. But its luster gleamed upon the ceiling; the exquisite texture of its wings brushed against that earthly medium; and a sparkle or two, as if stardust, ^oated downward and lay glimmering on the carpet. Then the butter^y came ^uttering down, and, instead of returning to the infant, was apparently attracted towards the artist’s hand.

“Not so, not so!” murmured Owen Warland, as if his handi work could have understood him. “Thou hast gone forth out of thy master’s heart. There is no return for thee!”

With a wavering movement, and emitting a tremulous radiance, the butter- ^y strug gled, as it were, towards the infant, and was about to alight upon his Sn ger. But, while it still hovered in the air, the little Child of Strength, with his grandsire’s sharp and shrewd expression in his face, made a snatch at the marvellous insect, and compressed it in his hand. Annie screamed! Old Peter Hovenden burst into a cold and scornful laugh. The blacksmith, by main force, unclosed the infant’s hand, and found within the palm a small heap of glittering fragments, whence the Mystery of Beauty had ^ed for ever. And as for Owen Warland, he looked placidly at what seemed the ruin of his life’s labor, and which yet was no ruin. He had caught a far other butter^y than this. When the artist rose high enough to achieve the Beautiful, the symbol by which he made it perceptible to mortal senses became of little value in his eyes, while his spirit possessed itself in the enjoyment of the real ity.

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Rappaccini’s Daughter1

Writings of Aubépine

We do not remember to have seen any translated specimens of the produc- tions of M. de l’Aubépine;2 a fact the less to be wondered at, as his very name is unknown to many of his own countrymen, as well as to the student of foreign literature. As a writer, he seems to occupy an unfortunate position between the Transcendentalists (who, under one name or another, have their share in all the current literature of the world), and the great body of pen- and- ink men who address the intellect and sympathies of the multitude. If not too reSned, at all events too remote, too shadowy and unsubstantial in his modes of development, to suit the taste of the latter class, and yet too pop u lar to satisfy the spiritual or metaphysical requisitions of the former, he must necessarily Snd himself without an audience; except here and there an individual, or possibly an isolated clique. His writings, to do them jus- tice, are not altogether destitute of fancy and originality; they might have won him greater reputation but for an inveterate love of allegory, which is apt to invest his plots and characters with the aspect of scenery and people in the clouds, and to steal away the human warmth out of his conceptions. His Sctions are sometimes historical, sometimes of the present day, and sometimes, so far as can be discovered, have little or no reference either to time or space. In any case, he generally contents himself with a very slight embroidery of outward manners,— the faintest possible counterfeit of real life,— and endeavors to create an interest by some less obvious peculiarity of the subject. Occasionally, a breath of nature, a rain- drop of pathos and tenderness, or a gleam of humor, will Snd its way into the midst of his fan- tastic imagery, and make us feel as if, after all, we were yet within the limits of our native earth. We will only add to this very cursory notice, that M. de l’Aubépine’s productions, if the reader chance to take them in precisely the proper point of view, may amuse a leisure hour as well as those of a brighter man; if otherwise, they can hardly fail to look excessively like nonsense.

Our author is voluminous; he continues to write and publish with as much praiseworthy and indefatigable prolixity, as if his efforts were crowned with the brilliant success that so justly attends those of Eugene Sue.3 His Srst appearance was by a collection of stories, in a long series of volumes, entitled “Contes deux fois racontées.” 4 The titles of some of his more recent works (we quote from memory) are as follows:—“Le Voyage Céleste à Chemin de Fer,” 3 tom. 1838. “Le nouveau père Adam et la nouvelle mère Eve,” 2 tom. 1839. “Roderic; ou le Serpent à l’estomac,” 2 tom. 1840. “Le Culte du Feu,” a folio volume of ponderous research into the religion and ritual of the old Persian Ghebers, published in 1841. “La Soirée du Château en Espagne,” 1 tom. 8vo. 1842; and “L’Artiste du Beau; ou le Papillon Mécanique,” 5 tom. 4to. 1843.5

1. The text is from the Srst publication in the Demo cratic Review (December 1844). Haw- thorne reprinted the story in Mosses from an Old Manse (1846). 2. French for “Hawthorne” (or “hawthorn,” the plant). What follows is a tongue- in- cheek account of Hawthorne’s own career. 3. French novelist (1804– 1857), author of The

Wandering Jew and other pop u lar works. 4. Twice- Told Tales (French), Hawthorne’s Srst volume (1837) after the anonymous Fanshawe (1828). 5. In these mock bibliographical citations, “tom.” (French abbreviation for tome, “volume”) and “8vo.” (octavo) and “4vo.” (quarto) are jokes: Haw- thorne’s tales took up only a few magazine pages

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Our somewhat wearisome persual of this startling cata logue of volumes has left behind it a certain personal affection and sympathy, though by no means admiration, for M. de l’Aubépine; and we would fain do the little in our power towards introducing him favorably to the American public. The ensuing tale is a translation of his “Béatrice; ou La Belle Empoisonneuse,”6 recently pub- lished in “La Revue Anti- Aristocratique.” This journal, edited by the Comte de Bearhaven,7 has, for some years past, led the defence of liberal principles and pop u lar rights, with a faithfulness and ability worthy of all praise.

Rappaccini’s Daughter

A young man, named Giovanni Guasconti, came, very long ago, from the more southern region of Italy, to pursue his studies at the University of Padua. Giovanni, who had but a scanty supply of gold ducats in his pocket, took lodgings in a high and gloomy chamber of an old ediSce, which looked not unworthy to have been the palace of a Paduan noble, and which, in fact, exhibited over its entrance the armorial bearings of a family long since extinct. The young stranger, who was not unstudied in the great poem of his country, recollected that one of the ancestors of this family, and perhaps an occupant of this very mansion, had been pictured by Dante8 as a partaker of the immortal agonies of his Inferno. These reminiscences and associa- tions, together with the tendency to heart- break natural to a young man for the Srst time out of his native sphere, caused Giovanni to sigh heavily, as he looked around the desolate and ill- furnished apartment.

“Holy Virgin, signor,” cried old dame Lisabetta, who, won by the youth’s remarkable beauty of person, was kindly endeavoring to give the chamber a habitable air, “what a sigh was that to come out of a young man’s heart! Do you Snd this old mansion gloomy? For the love of heaven, then, put your head out of the window, and you will see as bright sunshine as you have left in Naples.”

Guasconti mechanically did as the old woman advised, but could not quite agree with her that the Lombard sunshine was as cheerful as that of southern Italy. Such as it was, however, it fell upon a garden beneath the window, and expended its fostering in^uences on a variety of plants, which seemed to have been cultivated with exceeding care.

“Does this garden belong to the house?” asked Giovanni. “Heaven forbid, signor!— unless it were fruitful of better pot- herbs than

any that grow there now,” answered old Lisabetta. “No: that garden is culti- vated by the own hands of Signor Giacomo Rappaccini, the famous Doctor, who, I warrant him, has been heard of as far as Naples. It is said he distils these plants into medicines that are as potent as a charm. Oftentimes you may see the signor Doctor at work, and perchance the signora his daughter, too, gathering the strange ^owers that grow in the garden.”

each. All but one of these French titles refer to stories by Hawthorne. In order, the titles are “The Celestial Railroad,” “The New Adam and Eve,” “Egotism; or, The Bosom- Serpent,” “Fire- Worship,” “Eve ning in a Castle in Spain” (imagi- nary), and “The Artist of the Beautiful.” 6. Beatrice; or the Poisonous Beauty. 7. Hawthorne’s friend John O’Sullivan (1813–

1895), editor of the Demo cratic Review (here, “La Revue Anti- Aristocratique”). 8. Dante Alighieri (1265– 1321), author of the three- part epic poem the Divine Comedy, the Srst part of which is the Inferno. This famous poem follows the author in an imaginary journey from Hell to Purgatory to Paradise.

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The old woman had now done what she could for the aspect of the cham- ber, and, commending the young man to the protection of the saints, took her departure.

Giovanni still found no better occupation than to look down into the gar- den beneath his window. From its appearance, he judged it to be one of those botanic gardens, which were of earlier date in Padua than elsewhere in Italy, or in the world. Or, not improbably, it might once have been the pleasure- place of an opulent family; for there was the ruin of a marble foun- tain in the centre, sculptured with rare art, but so woefully shattered that it was impossible to trace the original design from the chaos of remaining fragments. The water, however, continued to gush and sparkle into the sun- beams as cheerfully as ever. A little gurgling sound ascended to the young man’s window, and made him feel as if the fountain were an immortal spirit, that sung its song unceasingly, and without heeding the vicissitudes around it; while one century embodied it in marble, and another scattered the garniture on the soil. All about the pool into which the water subsided, grew various plants, that seemed to require a plentiful supply of moisture for the nourishment of gigantic leaves, and, in some instances, ^owers gor- geously magniScent. There was one shrub in par tic u lar, set in a marble vase in the midst of the pool, that bore a profusion of purple blossoms, each of which had the lustre and richness of a gem; and the whole together made a show so resplendent that it seemed enough to illuminate the garden, even had there been no sunshine. Every portion of the soil was peopled with plants and herbs, which, if less beautiful, still bore tokens of assiduous care; as if all had their individual virtues, known to the scientiSc mind that fostered them. Some were placed in urns, rich with old carving, and others in com- mon garden- pots; some crept serpent- like along the ground, or climbed on high, using what ever means of ascent was offered them. One plant had wreathed itself round a statue of Vertumnus,9 which was thus quite veiled and shrouded in a drapery of hanging foliage, so happily arranged that it might have served a sculptor for a study.

While Giovanni stood at the window, he heard a rustling behind a screen of leaves, and became aware that a person was at work in the garden. His Sgure soon emerged into view, and showed itself to be that of no common laborer, but a tall, emaciated, sallow, and sickly- looking man, dressed in a scholar’s garb of black. He was beyond the middle term of life, with grey hair, a thin grey beard, and a face singularly marked with intellect and cultivation, but which could never, even in his more youthful days, have expressed much warmth of heart.

Nothing could exceed the intentness with which this scientiSc gardener examined every shrub which grew in his path; it seemed as if he was look- ing into their inmost nature, making observations in regard to their creative essence, and discovering why one leaf grew in this shape, and another in that, and wherefore such and such ̂ owers differed among themselves in hue and perfume. Nevertheless, in spite of the deep intelligence on his part, there was no approach to intimacy between himself and these vegetable existences. On the contrary, he avoided their actual touch, or the direct inhaling of their

9. The Roman god of the seasons (and vegetation produced by the changing seasons).

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odors, with a caution that impressed Giovanni most disagreeably; for the man’s demeanor was that of one walking among malignant in^uences, such as savage beasts, or deadly snakes, or evil spirits, which, should he allow them one moment of license, would wreak upon him some terrible fatality. It was strangely frightful to the young man’s imagination, to see this air of insecurity in a person cultivating a garden, that most simple and innocent of human toils, and which had been alike the joy and labor of the unfallen parents of the race. Was this garden, then, the Eden of the present world?— and this man, with such a perception of harm in what his own hands caused to grow, was he the Adam?

The distrustful gardener, while plucking away the dead leaves or pruning the too luxuriant growth of the shrubs, defended his hands with a pair of thick gloves. Nor were these his only armor. When, in his walk through the garden, he came to the magniScent plant that hung its purple gems beside the marble fountain, he placed a kind of mask over his mouth and nostrils, as if all this beauty did but conceal a deadlier malice. But Snding his task still too dangerous, he drew back, removed the mask, and called loudly, but in the inSrm voice of a person affected with inward disease:

“Beatrice!1—Beatrice!” “Here am I, my father! What would you?” cried a rich and youthful voice

from the window of the opposite house; a voice as rich as a tropical sunset, and which made Giovanni, though he knew not why, think of deep hues of purple or crimson, and of perfumes heavily delectable.—“Are you in the garden?”

“Yes, Beatrice,” answered the gardener, “and I need your help.” Soon there emerged from under a sculptured portal the Sgure of a young

girl, arrayed with as much richness of taste as the most splendid of the ^ow- ers, beautiful as the day, and with a bloom so deep and vivid that one shade more would have been too much. She looked redundant with life, health, and energy; all of which attributes were bound down and compressed, as it were, and girdled tensely, in their luxuriance, by her virgin zone.2 Yet Giovanni’s fancy must have grown morbid, while he looked down into the garden; for the impression which the fair stranger made upon him was as if here were another ^ower, the human sister of those vegetable ones, as beautiful as they— more beautiful than the richest of them— but still to be touched only with a glove, nor to be approached without a mask. As Beatrice came down the garden- path, it was observable that she handled and inhaled the odor of several of the plants, which her father had most sedulously avoided.

“Here, Beatrice,” said the latter,—“see how many needful ofSces require to be done to our chief trea sure. Yet, shattered as I am, my life might pay the penalty of approaching it so closely as circumstances demand. Henceforth, I fear, this plant must be consigned to your sole charge.”

“And gladly will I undertake it,” cried again the rich tones of the young lady, as she bent towards the magniScent plant, and opened her arms as if to embrace it. “Yes, my sister, my splendor, it shall be Beatrice’s task to nurse

1. Perhaps an allusion to Beatrice Portinari (1266– 1290), the inspiration for the Divine Comedy’s idealized Beatrice, who leads Dante

the pilgrim to Paradise. 2. Wide belt customarily worn by young unmar- ried women.

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and serve thee; and thou shalt reward her with thy kisses and perfumed breath, which to her is as the breath of life!”

Then, with all the tenderness in her manner that was so strikingly expressed in her words, she busied herself with such attentions as the plant seemed to require; and Giovanni, at his lofty window, rubbed his eyes, and almost doubted whether it were a girl tending her favorite ^ower, or one sister performing the duties of affection to another. The scene soon termi- nated. Whether Doctor Rappaccini had Snished his labors in the garden, or that his watchful eye had caught the stranger’s face, he now took his daugh- ter’s arm and retired. Night was already closing in; oppressive exhalations seemed to proceed from the plants, and steal upward past the open win- dow; and Giovanni, closing the lattice, went to his couch, and dreamed of a rich ^ower and beautiful girl. Flower and maiden were different and yet the same, and fraught with some strange peril in either shape.

But there is an in^uence in the light of morning that tends to rectify what- ever errors of fancy, or even of judgment, we may have incurred during the sun’s decline, or among the shadows of the night, or in the less wholesome glow of moonshine. Giovanni’s Srst movement on starting from sleep, was to throw open the window, and gaze down into the garden which his dreams had made so fertile of mysteries. He was surprised, and a little ashamed, to Snd how real and matter- of- fact an affair it proved to be, in the Srst rays of the sun, which gilded the dew- drops that hung upon leaf and blossom, and, while giving a brighter beauty to each rare ^ower, brought everything within the limits of ordinary experience. The young man rejoiced, that, in the heart of the barren city, he had the privilege of overlooking this spot of lovely and luxuriant vegetation. It would serve, he said to himself, as a symbolic language, to keep him in communion with nature. Neither the sickly and thought- worn Doctor Giacomo Rappaccini, it is true, nor his brilliant daugh- ter were now visible; so that Giovanni could not determine how much of the singularity which he attributed to both, was due to their own qualities, and how much to his wonder- working fancy. But he was inclined to take a most rational view of the whole matter.

In the course of the day, he paid his respects to Signor Pietro Baglioni, pro- fessor of medicine in the University, a physician of eminent repute, to whom Giovanni had brought a letter of introduction. The professor was an el der ly personage, apparently of genial nature, and habits that might almost be called jovial; he kept the young man to dinner, and made himself very agreeable by the freedom and liveliness of his conversation, especially when warmed by a ^ask or two of Tuscan wine. Giovanni, conceiving that men of science, inhab- itants of the same city, must needs be on familiar terms with one another, took an opportunity to mention the name of Dr. Rappaccini. But the professor did not respond with so much cordiality as he had anticipated.

“Ill would it become a teacher of the divine art of medicine,” said Profes- sor Pietro Baglioni, in answer to a question of Giovanni, “to withhold due and well- considered praise of a physician so eminently skilled as Rappaccini. But, on the other hand, I should answer it but scantily to my conscience, were I to permit a worthy youth like yourself, Signor Giovanni, the son of an ancient friend, to imbibe erroneous ideas respecting a man who might hereafter chance to hold your life and death in his hands. The truth is, our worshipful Doctor Rappaccini has as much science as any member of the

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faculty— with perhaps one single exception— in Padua, or all Italy. But there are certain grave objections to his professional character.”

“And what are they?” asked the young man. “Has my friend Giovanni any disease of body or heart, that he is so

inquisitive about physicians?” said the Professor, with a smile. “But as for Rappaccini, it is said of him— and I, who know the man well, can answer for its truth— that he cares inSnitely more for science than for mankind. His patients are interesting to him only as subjects for some new experiment. He would sacriSce human life, his own among the rest, or what ever else was dearest to him, for the sake of adding so much as a grain of mustard- seed to the great heap of his accumulated knowledge.”

“Methinks he is an awful3 man, indeed,” remarked Guasconti, mentally recalling the cold and purely intellectual aspect of Rappaccini. “And yet, worshipful Professor, is it not a noble spirit? Are there many men capable of so spiritual a love of science?”

“God forbid,” answered the Professor, somewhat testily—“at least, unless they take sounder views of the healing art than those adopted by Rappac- cini. It is his theory, that all medicinal virtues are comprised within those substances which we term vegetable poisons. These he cultivates with his own hands, and is said even to have produced new varieties of poison, more horribly deleterious than Nature, without the assistance of this learned per- son, would ever have plagued the world with. That the signor Doctor does less mischief than might be expected, with such dangerous substances, is undeniable. Now and then, it must be owned, he has effected— or seemed to effect— a marvellous cure. But, to tell you my private mind, Signor Giovanni, he should receive little credit for such instances of success— they being probably the work of chance— but should be held strictly accountable for his failures, which may justly be considered his own work.”

The youth might have taken Baglioni’s opinions with many grains of allowance, had he known that there was a professional warfare of long con- tinuance between him and Doctor Rappaccini, in which the latter was gen- erally thought to have gained the advantage. If the reader be inclined to judge for himself, we refer him to certain black- letter tracts on both sides, preserved in the medical department of the University of Padua.

“I know not, most learned Professor,” returned Giovanni, after musing on what had been said of Rappaccini’s exclusive zeal for science—“I know not how dearly this physician may love his art; but surely there is one object more dear to him. He has a daughter.”

“Aha!” cries the Professor with a laugh. “So now our friend Giovanni’s secret is out. You have heard of this daughter, whom all the young men in Padua are wild about, though not half a dozen have ever had the good hap to see her face. I know little of the Signora Beatrice, save that Rappaccini is said to have instructed her deeply in his science, and that, young and beau- tiful as fame reports her, she is already qualiSed to Sll a professor’s chair. Perchance her father destines her for mine! Other absurd rumors there be, not worth talking about, or listening to. So now, Signor Giovanni, drink off your glass of Lacryma.”4

3. As in “awe- striking.” 4. An Italian wine.

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Guasconti returned to his lodgings somewhat heated with the wine he had quaffed, and which caused his brain to swim with strange fantasies in reference to Doctor Rappaccini and the beautiful Beatrice. On his way, happening to pass by a ^orist’s, he bought a fresh bouquet of ^owers.

Ascending to his chamber, he seated himself near the window, but within the shadow thrown by the depth of the wall, so that he could look down into the garden with little risk of being discovered. All beneath his eye was a solitude. The strange plants were basking in the sunshine, and now and then nodding gently to one another, as if in ac know ledg ment of sympathy and kindred. In the midst, by the shattered fountain, grew the magniScent shrub, with its purple gems clustering all over it; they glowed in the air, and gleamed back again out of the depths of the pool, which thus seemed to over^ow with colored radiance from the rich re^ection that was steeped in it. At Srst, as we have said, the garden was a solitude. Soon, however,— as Giovanni had half- hoped, half- feared, would be the case,— a Sgure appeared beneath the antique sculptured portal, and came down between the rows of plants, inhaling their various perfumes, as if she were one of those beings of old classic fable, that lived upon sweet odors. On again beholding Bea- trice, the young man was even startled to perceive how much her beauty exceeded his recollection of it; so brilliant, so vivid in its character, that she glowed amid the sunlight, and, as Giovanni whispered to himself, positively illuminated the more shadowy intervals of the garden path. Her face being now more revealed than on the former occasion, he was struck by its expres- sion of simplicity and sweetness; qualities that had not entered into his idea of her character, and which made him ask anew, what manner of mortal she might be. Nor did he fail again to observe, or imagine, an analogy between the beautiful girl and the gorgeous shrub that hung its gem- like ^owers over the fountain; a resemblance which Beatrice seemed to have indulged a fan- tastic humor in heightening, both by the arrangement of her dress and the selection of its hues.

Approaching the shrub, she threw open her arms, as with a passionate ardor, and drew its branches into an intimate embrace; so intimate, that her features were hidden in its leafy bosom, and her glistening ringlets all inter- mingled with the ^owers.

“Give me thy breath, my sister,” exclaimed Beatrice; “for I am faint with common air! And give me this ^ower of thine, which I separate with gentlest Sngers from the stem, and place it close beside my heart.”

With these words, the beautiful daughter of Rappaccini plucked one of the richest blossoms of the shrub, and was about to fasten it in her bosom. But now, unless Giovanni’s draughts of wine had bewildered his senses, a singular incident occurred. A small orange- colored reptile of the lizard or chameleon species, chanced to be creeping along the path, just at the feet of Beatrice. It appeared to Giovanni— but, at the distance from which he gazed, he could scarcely have seen anything so minute— it appeared to him, however, that a drop or two of moisture from the broken stem of the ^ower descended upon the lizard’s head. For an instant, the reptile contorted itself violently, and then lay motionless in the sunshine. Beatrice observed this remarkable phenomenon, and crossed herself, sadly, but without surprise; nor did she therefore hesitate to arrange the fatal ^ower in her bosom. There it blushed, and almost glimmered with the dazzling effect of a precious stone,

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adding to her dress and aspect the one appropriate charm, which nothing else in the world could have supplied. But Giovanni, out of the shadow of his window bent forward and shrank back, and murmured and trembled.

“Am I awake? Have I my senses?” said he to himself. “What is this being?— beautiful, shall I call her?— or inexpressibly terrible?”

Beatrice now strayed carelessly through the garden, approaching closer beneath Giovanni’s window, so that he was compelled to thrust his head quite out of its concealment in order to gratify the intense and painful curi- osity which she excited. At this moment, there came a beautiful insect over the garden wall; it had perhaps wandered through the city and found no ^owers nor verdure among those antique haunts of men, until the heavy perfumes of Doctor Rappaccini’s shrubs had lured it from afar. Without alighting on the ^owers, this winged brightness seemed to be attracted by Beatrice, and lingered in the air and ^uttered about her head. Now here it could not be but that Giovanni Guasconti’s eyes deceived him. Be that as it might, he fancied that while Beatrice was gazing at the insect with childish delight, it grew faint and fell at her feet!— its bright wings shivered! it was dead!— from no cause that he could discern, unless it were the atmosphere of her breath. Again Beatrice crossed herself and sighed heavily, as she bent over the dead insect.

An impulsive movement of Giovanni drew her eyes to the window. There she beheld the beautiful head of the young man— rather a Grecian than an Italian head, with fair, regular features, and a glistening of gold among his ringlets— gazing down upon her like a being that hovered in mid- air. Scarcely knowing what he did, Giovanni threw down the bouquet which he had hitherto held in his hand.

“Signora,” said he, “there are pure and healthful ^owers. Wear them for the sake of Giovanni Guasconti!”

“Thanks, Signor,” replied Beatrice, with her rich voice, that came forth as it were like a gush of music; and with a mirthful expression half childish and half woman- like. “I accept your gift, and would fain recompense it with this precious purple ^ower; but if I toss it into the air, it will not reach you. So Signor Guasconti must even content himself with my thanks.”

She lifted the bouquet from the ground, and then as if inwardly ashamed at having stepped aside from her maidenly reserve to respond to a stranger’s greeting, passed swiftly homeward through the garden. But, few as the moments were, it seemed to Giovanni when she was on the point of vanish- ing beneath the sculptured portal, that his beautiful bouquet was already beginning to wither in her grasp. It was an idle thought; there could be no possibility of distinguishing a faded ^ower from a fresh one at so great a distance.

For many days after the incident, the young man avoided the window that looked into Doctor Rappaccini’s garden, as if something ugly and mon- strous would have blasted his eye- sight, had he been betrayed into a glance. He felt conscious of having put himself, to a certain extent, within the in^u- ence of an unintelligible power, by the communication which he had opened with Beatrice. The wisest course would have been, if his heart were in any real danger, to quit his lodgings and Padua itself, at once; the next wiser, to have accustomed himself, as far as possible, to the familiar and day- light view of Beatrice; thus bringing her rigidly and systematically within the limits of

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ordinary experience. Least of all, while avoiding her sight, should Giovanni have remained so near this extraordinary being, that the proximity and pos- sibility even of intercourse, should give a kind of substance and reality to the wild vagaries which his imagination ran riot continually in producing. Guasconti had not a deep heart— or at all events, its depths were not sounded now— but he had a quick fancy, and an ardent southern temperament, which rose every instant to a higher fever- pitch. Whether or no Beatrice possessed those terrible attributes— that fatal breath— the afSnity with those so beau- tiful and deadly ^owers— which were indicated by what Giovanni had wit- nessed, she had at least instilled a Serce and subtle poison into his sytem. It was not love, although her rich beauty was a madness to him; nor horror, even while he fancied her spirit to be imbued with the same baneful essence that seemed to pervade her physical frame; but a wild offspring of both love and horror that had each parent in it, and burned like one and shivered like the other. Giovanni knew not what to dread; still less did he know what to hope; hope and dread kept a continual warfare in his breast, alternately van- quishing one another and starting up afresh to renew the contest. Blessed are all simple emotions, be they dark or bright! It is the lurid intermixture of the two that produces the illuminating blaze of the infernal regions.

Sometimes he endeavored to assuage the fever of his spirit by a rapid walk through the streets of Padua, or beyond its gates; his footsteps kept time with the throbbings of his brain, so that the walk was apt to accelerate itself to a race. One day, he found himself arrested; his arm was seized by a portly personage who had turned back on recognizing the young man, and expended much breath in overtaking him.

“Signor Giovanni!— stay, my young friend!” cried he. “Have you forgotten me? That might well be the case, if I were as much altered as yourself.”

It was Baglioni, whom Giovanni had avoided, ever since their Srst meet- ing, from a doubt that the professor’s sagacity would look too deeply into his secrets. Endeavoring to recover himself, he stared forth wildly from his inner world into the outer one, and spoke like a man in a dream:

“Yes; I am Giovanni Guasconti. You are Professor Pietro Baglioni. Now let me pass!”

“Not yet— not yet, Signor Giovanni Guasconti,” said the Professor, smiling, but at the same time scrutinizing the youth with an earnest glance.—“What; did I grow up side by side with your father, and shall his son pass me like a stranger, in these old streets of Padua? Stand still, Signor Giovanni; for we must have a word or two, before we part.”

“Speedily, then, most worshipful Professor, speedily!” said Giovanni, with feverish impatience. “Does not your worship see that I am in haste?”

Now, while he was speaking, there came a man in black along the street, stooping and moving feebly, like a person in inferior health. His face was all overspread with a most sickly and sallow hue, but yet so pervaded with an expression of piercing and active intellect, that an observer might easily have overlooked the merely physical attributes, and have seen only this wonder- ful energy. As he passed, this person exchanged a cold and distant saluta- tion with Baglioni, but Sxed his eyes upon Giovanni with an intentness that seemed to bring out what ever was within him worthy of notice. Nevertheless, there was a peculiar quietness in the look, as if taking merely a speculative, not a human interest, in the young man.

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“It is Doctor Rappaccini!” whispered the Professor, when the stranger had passed.—“Has he ever seen your face before?”

“Not that I know,” answered Giovanni, starting at the name. “He has seen you!— he must have seen you!” said Baglioni, hastily. “For

some purpose or other, this man of science is making a study of you. I know that look of his! It is the same that coldly illuminates his face, as he bends over a bird, a mouse, or a butter^y, which, in pursuance of some experiment, he has killed by the perfume of a ^ower;— a look as deep as nature itself, but without nature’s warmth of love. Signor Giovanni, I will stake my life upon it, you are the subject of one of Rappaccini’s experiments!”

“Will you make a fool of me?” cried Giovanni, passionately. “That, Signor Professor, were an untoward experiment.”

“Patience, patience!” replied the imperturbable Professor.—“I tell thee, my poor Giovanni, that Rappaccini has a scientiSc interest in thee. Thou hast fallen into fearful hands! And the Signora Beatrice? What part does she act in this mystery?”

But Guasconti, Snding Baglioni’s pertinacity intolerable, here broke away, and was gone before the Professor could again seize his arm. He looked after the young man intently, and shook his head.

“This must not be,” said Baglioni to himself. “The youth is the son of my old friend, and should not come to any harm from which the arcana of medical science can preserve him. Besides, it is too insufferable an imper- tinence in Rappaccini, thus to snatch the bud out of my own hands, as I may say, and make use of him for his infernal experiments. This daughter of his! It shall be looked to. Perchance, most learned Rappaccini, I may foil you where you little dream of it!”

Meanwhile, Giovanni had pursued a circuitous route, and at length found himself at the door of his lodgings. As he crossed the threshold, he was met by old Lisabetta, who smirked and smiled, and was evidently desir- ous to attract his attention; vainly, however, as the ebullition of his feel- ings had momentarily subsided into a cold and dull vacuity. He turned his eyes full upon the withered face that was puckering itself into a smile, but seemed to behold it not. The old dame, therefore, laid her grasp upon his cloak.

“Signor!—Signor!” whispered she, still with a smile over the whole breadth of her visage, so that it looked not unlike a grotesque carving in wood, dark- ened by centuries—“Listen, Signor! There is a private entrance into the garden!”

“What do you say?” exclaimed Giovanni, turning quickly about, as if an inanimate thing should start into feverish life.—“A private entrance into Doctor Rappaccini’s garden!”

“Hush! hush!— not so loud!” whispered Lisabetta, putting her hand over his mouth. “Yes; into the worshipful Doctor’s garden, where you may see all his Sne shrubbery. Many a young man in Padua would give gold to be admitted among those ^owers.”

Giovanni put a piece of gold into her hand. “Show me the way,” said he. A surmise, probably excited by his conversation with Baglioni, crossed

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seemed to suppose that Doctor Rappaccini was involving him. But such a suspicion, though it disturbed Giovanni, was inadequate to restrain him. The instant he was aware of the possibility of approaching Beatrice, it seemed an absolute necessity of his existence to do so. It mattered not whether she were angel or demon; he was irrevocably within her sphere, and must obey the law that whirled him onward, in ever lessening circles, towards a result which he did not attempt to foreshadow. And yet, strange to say, there came across him a sudden doubt, whether this intense interest on his part were not delusory— whether it were really of so deep and positive a nature as to justify him in now thrusting himself into an incalculable position— whether it were not merely the fantasy of a young man’s brain, only slightly, or not at all, connected with his heart!

He paused— hesitated—turned half about— but again went on. His with- ered guide led him along several obscure passages, and Snally undid a door, through which, as it was opened, there came the sight and sound of rus- tling leaves, with the broken sunshine glimmering among them. Giovanni stepped forth, and forcing himself through the entanglement of a shrub that wreathed its tendrils over the hidden entrance, he stood beneath his own window, in the open area of Doctor Rappaccini’s garden.

How often is it the case, that, when impossibilities have come to pass, and dreams have condensed their misty substance into tangible realities, we Snd ourselves calm, and even coldly self- possessed, amid circumstances which it would have been a delirium of joy or agony to anticipate! Fate delights to thwart us thus. Passion will choose his own time to rush upon the scene, and lingers sluggishly behind, when an appropriate adjustment of events would seem to summon his appearance. So was it now with Giovanni. Day after day, his pulses had throbbed with feverish blood, at the improba- ble idea of an interview with Beatrice, and of standing with her, face to face, in this very garden, basking in the oriental sunshine of her beauty, and snatching from her full gaze the mystery which he deemed the riddle of his own existence. But now there was a singular and untimely equanimity within his breast. He threw a glance around the garden to discover if Beatrice or her father were present, and perceiving that he was alone, began a critical observation of the plants.

The aspect of one and all of them dissatisSed him; their gorgeousness seemed Serce, passionate, and even unnatural. There was hardly an individ- ual shrub which a wanderer, straying by himself through a forest, would not have been startled to Snd growing wild, as if an unearthly face had glared at him out of the thicket. Several, also, would have shocked a delicate instinct by an appearance of artiScialness, indicating that there had been such com- mixture, and, as it were, adultery of various vegetable species, that the pro- duction was no longer of God’s making, but the monstrous offspring of man’s depraved fancy, glowing with only an evil mockery of beauty. They were probably the result of experiment, which, in one or two cases, had succeeded in mingling plants individually lovely into a compound possessing the ques- tionable and ominous character that distinguished the whole growth of the garden. In Sne, Giovanni recognized but two or three plants in the collection, and those of a kind that he well knew to be poisonous. While busy with these contemplations, he heard the rustling of a silken garment, and turning, beheld Beatrice emerging from beneath the sculptured portal.

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Giovanni had not considered with himself what should be his deportment; whether he should apologize for his intrusion into the garden, or assume that he was there with the privity, at least, if not the desire of Doctor Rappaccini or his daughter. But Beatrice’s manner placed him at his ease, though leaving him still in doubt by what agency he had gained admittance. She came lightly along the path, and met him near the broken fountain. There was surprise in her face, but brightened by a simple and kind expression of plea sure.

“You are a connoisseur in ^owers, Signor,” said Beatrice with a smile, alluding to the bouquet which he had ^ung her from the window. “It is no marvel, therefore, if the sight of my father’s rare collection has tempted you to take a nearer view. If he were here, he could tell you many strange and interesting facts as to the nature and habits of these shrubs, for he has spent a life- time in such studies, and this garden is his world.”

“And yourself, lady”— observed Giovanni—“if fame says true— you, like- wise, are deeply skilled in the virtues indicated by these rich blossoms, and these spicy perfumes. Would you deign to be my instructress, I should prove an apter scholar than under Signor Rappaccini himself.”

“Are there such idle rumors?” asked Beatrice, with the music of a pleas- ant laugh. “Do people say that I am skilled in my father’s science of plants? What a jest is there! No; though I have grown up among these ^owers, I know no more of them than their hues and perfume; and sometimes, methinks I would fain rid myself of even that small knowledge. There are many ^owers here, and those not the least brilliant, that shock and offend me, when they meet my eye. But, pray, Signor, do not believe these stories about my science. Believe nothing of me save what you see with your own eyes.”

“And must I believe all that I have seen with my own eyes?” asked Giovanni pointedly, while the recollection of former scenes made him shrink. “No, Signora, you demand too little of me. Bid me believe nothing, save what comes from your own lips.”

It would appear that Beatrice understood him. There came a deep ^ush to her cheek; but she looked full into Giovanni’s eyes, and responded to his gaze of uneasy suspicion with a queen- like haughtiness.

“I do so bid you, Signor!” she replied. “Forget what ever you may have fan- cied in regard to me. If true to the outward senses, still it may be false in its essence. But the words of Beatrice Rappaccini’s lips are true from the heart outward. Those you may believe!”

A fervor glowed in her whole aspect, and beamed upon Giovanni’s con- sciousness like the light of truth itself. But while she spoke, there was a fragrance in the atmosphere around her, rich and delightful, though eva- nescent, yet which the young man, from an indeSnable reluctance, scarcely dared to draw into his lungs. It might be the odor of the ^owers. Could it be Beatrice’s breath, which thus embalmed her words with a strange richness, as if by steeping them in her heart? A faintness passed like a shadow over Giovanni, and ^itted away; he seemed to gaze through the beautiful girl’s eyes into her transparent soul, and felt no more doubt or fear.

The tinge of passion that had colored Beatrice’s manner vanished; she became gay, and appeared to derive a pure delight from her communion with the youth, not unlike what the maiden of a lonely island might have felt, conversing with a voyager from the civilized world. Evidently her experience

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of life had been conSned within the limits of that garden. She talked now about matters as simple as the day- light or summer- clouds, and now asked questions in reference to the city, or Giovanni’s distant home, his friends, his mother, and his sisters; questions indicating such seclusion, and such lack of familiarity with modes and forms, that Giovanni responded as if to an infant. Her spirit gushed out before him like a fresh rill, that was just catching its Srst glimpse of the sunlight, and wondering at the re^ections of earth and sky which were ^ung into its bosom. There came thoughts, too, from a deep source, and fantasies of a gem- like brilliancy, as if diamonds and rubies spar- kled upward among the bubbles of the fountain. Ever and anon, there gleamed across the young man’s mind a sense of wonder, that he should be walking side by side with the being who had so wrought upon his imagination— whom he had idealized in such hues of terror—in whom he had positively witnessed such manifestations of dreadful attributes— that he should be conversing with Beatrice like a brother, and should Snd her so human and so maiden- like. But such re^ections were only momentary; the effect of her character was too real, not to make itself familiar at once.

In this free intercourse, they had strayed through the garden, and now, after many turns among its avenues, were come to the shattered fountain, beside which grew the magniScent shrub with its trea sury of glowing blos- soms. A fragrance was diffused from it, which Giovanni recognized as iden- tical with that which he had attributed to Beatrice’s breath, but incomparably more powerful. As her eyes fell upon it, Giovanni beheld her press her hand to her bosom, as if her heart were throbbing suddenly and painfully.

“For the Srst time in my life,” murmured she, addressing the shrub, “I had forgotten thee!”

“I remember, Signora,” said Giovanni, “that you once promised to reward me with one of these living gems for the bouquet, which I had the happy boldness to ^ing to your feet. Permit me now to pluck it as a memorial of this interview.”

He made a step towards the shrub, with extended hand. But Beatrice darted forward, uttering a shriek that went through his heart like a dagger. She caught his hand, and drew it back with the whole force of her slender Sgure. Giovanni felt her touch thrilling through his Sbres.

“Touch it not!” exclaimed she, in a voice of agony. “Not for thy life! It is fatal!”

Then, hiding her face, she ^ed from him, and vanished beneath the sculp- tured portal. As Giovanni followed her with his eyes, he beheld the emaciated Sgure and pale intelligence of Doctor Rappaccini, who had been watching the scene, he knew not how long, within the shadow of the entrance.

No sooner was Guasconti alone in his chamber, than the image of Bea- trice came back to his passionate musings, invested with all the witchery that had been gathering around it ever since his Srst glimpse of her, and now likewise imbued with a tender warmth of girlish womanhood. She was human: her nature was endowed with all gentle and feminine qualities; she was worthiest to be worshipped; she was capable, surely, on her part, of the height and heroism of love. Those tokens, which he had hitherto considered as proofs of a frightful peculiarity in her physical and moral system, were now either forgotten, or, by the subtle sophistry of passion, transmuted into

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a golden crown of enchantment, rendering Beatrice the more admirable, by so much as she was the more unique. What ever had looked ugly, was now beautiful; or, if incapable of such a change, it stole away and hid itself among those shapeless half- ideas, which throng the dim region beyond the day- light of our perfect consciousness. Thus did Giovanni spend the night, nor fell asleep, until the dawn had begun to awake the slumbering ^owers in Doctor Rappaccini’s garden, whither his dreams doubtless led him. Up rose the sun in his due season, and ^inging his beams upon the young man’s eyelids, awoke him to a sense of pain. When thoroughly aroused, he became sensible of a burning and tingling agony in his hand— in his right hand— the very hand which Beatrice had grasped in her own, when he was on the point of plucking one of the gem- like ̂ owers. On the back of that hand there was now a purple print, like that of four small Sngers, and the likeness of a slender thumb upon his wrist.

Oh, how stubbornly does love— or even that cunning semblance of love which ^ourishes in the imagination, but strikes no depth of root into the heart— how stubbornly does it hold its faith, until the moment come, when it is doomed to vanish into thin mist! Giovanni wrapt a handkerchief about his hand, and wondered what evil thing had stung him, and soon forgot his pain in a reverie of Beatrice.

After the Srst interview, a second was in the inevitable course of what we call fate. A third; a fourth; and a meeting with Beatrice in the garden was no longer an incident in Giovanni’s daily life, but the whole space in which he might be said to live; for the anticipation and memory of that ecstatic hour made up the remainder. Nor was it otherwise with the daughter of Rappac- cini. She watched for the youth’s appearance, and ^ew to his side with conS- dence as unreserved as if they had been playmates from early infancy— as if they were such playmates still. If, by any unwonted chance, he failed to come at the appointed moment, she stood beneath the window, and sent up the rich sweetness of her tones to ^oat around him in his chamber, and echo and reverberate throughout his heart—“Giovanni! Giovanni! Why tarriest thou? Come down!”— And down he hastened into that Eden of poisonous ^owers.

But, with all this intimate familiarity, there was still a reserve in Beatrice’s demeanor, so rigidly and invariably sustained, that the idea of infringing it scarcely occurred to his imagination. By all appreciable signs, they loved; they had looked love, with eyes that conveyed the holy secret from the depths of one soul into the depths of the other, as if it were too sacred to be whispered by the way; they had even spoken love, in those gushes of passion when their spirits darted forth in articulated breath, like tongues of long- hidden ^ame; and yet there had been no seal of lips, no clasp of hands, nor any slightest caress, such as love claims and hallows. He had never touched one of the gleaming ringlets of her hair; her garment— so marked was the physical bar- rier between them— had never been waved against him by a breeze. On the few occasions when Giovanni had seemed tempted to overstep the limit, Beatrice grew so sad, so stern, and withal wore such a look of desolate sepa- ration, shuddering at itself, that not a spoken word was requisite to repel him. At such times, he was startled at the horrible suspicions that rose, monster- like, out of the caverns of his heart, and stared him in the face; his love grew thin and faint as the morning- mist; his doubts alone had sub- stance. But when Beatrice’s face brightened again, after the momentary

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shadow, she was transformed at once from the mysterious, questionable being, whom he had watched with so much awe and horror; she was now the beautiful and unsophisticated girl, whom he felt that his spirit knew with a certainty beyond all other knowledge.

A considerable time had now passed since Giovanni’s last meeting with Baglioni. One morning, however, he was disagreeably surprised by a visit from the Professor, whom he had scarcely thought of for whole weeks, and would willingly have forgotten still longer. Given up, as he had long been, to a pervading excitement, he could tolerate no companions, except upon con- dition of their perfect sympathy with his present state of feeling. Such sym- pathy was not to be expected from Professor Baglioni.

The visitor chatted carelessly, for a few moments, about the gossip of the city and the University, and then took up another topic.

“I have been reading an old classic author lately,” said he, “and met with a story5 that strangely interested me. Possibly you may remember it. It is of an Indian prince, who sent a beautiful woman as a present to Alexander the Great.6 She was as lovely as the dawn, and gorgeous as the sunset; but what especially distinguished her was a certain rich perfume in her breath— richer than a garden of Persian roses. Alexander, as was natural to a youth- ful conqueror, fell in love at Srst sight with this magniScent stranger. But a certain sage physician, happening to be present, discovered a terrible secret in regard to her.”

“And what was that?” asked Giovanni, turning his eyes downward to avoid those of the Professor.

“That this lovely woman,” continued Baglioni, with emphasis, “had been nourished with poisons from her birth upward, until her whole nature was so imbued with them, that she herself had become the deadliest poison in existence. Poison was her element of life. With that rich perfume of her breath, she blasted the very air. Her love would have been poison!— her embrace death! Is not this a marvellous tale?”

“A childish fable,” answered Giovanni, ner vous ly starting from his chair. “I marvel how your worship Snds time to read such nonsense, among your graver studies.”

“By the by,” said the Professor, looking uneasily about him, “what singular fragrance is this in your apartment? Is it the perfume of your gloves? It is faint, but delicious, and yet, after all, by no means agreeable. Were I to breathe it long, methinks it would make me ill. It is like the breath of a ^ower— but I see no ^owers in the chamber.”

“Nor are there any,” replied Giovanni, who had turned pale as the Profes- sor spoke; “nor, I think, is there any fragrance, except in your worship’s imag- ination. Odors, being a sort of element combined of the sensual and the spiritual, are apt to deceive us in this manner. The recollection of a perfume— the bare idea of it— may easily be mistaken for a present reality.”

“Aye; but my sober imagination does not often play such tricks,” said Baglioni; “and were I to fancy any kind of odor, it would be that of some vile apothecary drug, wherewith my Sngers are likely enough to be imbued. Our

5. From Sir Thomas Browne’s Vulgar Errors (1646), book VII. 6. Alexander the Great, king of Macedon (356–

323 b.c.e.), conquered Egypt, Persia, and north- ern India.

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worshipful friend Rappaccini, as I have heard, tinctures his medicaments with odors richer than those of Araby. Doubtless, likewise, the fair and learned Signora Beatrice would minister to her patients with draughts as sweet as a maiden’s breath. But wo to him that sips them!”

Giovanni’s face evinced many contending emotions. The tone in which the Professor alluded to the pure and lovely daughter of Rappaccini was a torture to his soul; and yet, the intimation of a view of her character, oppo- site to his own, gave instantaneous distinctness to a thousand dim suspi- cions, which now grinned at him like so many demons. But he strove hard to quell them, and to respond to Baglioni with a true lover’s perfect faith.

“Signor Professor,” said he, “you were my father’s friend— perchance, too, it is your purpose to act a friendly part towards his son. I would fain feel nothing towards you, save respect and deference. But I pray you to observe, Signor, that there is one subject on which we must not speak. You know not the Signora Beatrice. You cannot, therefore, estimate the wrong— the blas- phemy, I may even say— that is offered to her character by a light or injuri- ous word.”

“Giovanni!—my poor Giovanni!” answered the Professor, with a calm expression of pity, “I know this wretched girl far better than yourself. You shall hear the truth in respect to the poisoner Rappaccini, and his poison- ous daughter. Yes; poisonous as she is beautiful! Listen; for even should you do violence to my grey hairs, it shall not silence me. That old fable of the Indian woman has become a truth, by the deep and deadly science of Rap- paccini, and in the person of the lovely Beatrice!”

Giovanni groaned and hid his face. “Her father,” continued Baglioni, “was not restrained by natural affection

from offering up his child, in this horrible manner, as the victim of his insane zeal for science. For— let us do him justice— he is as true a man of science as ever distilled his own heart in an alembic.7 What, then, will be your fate? Beyond a doubt, you are selected as the material of some new experiment. Perhaps the result is to be death— perhaps a fate more awful still! Rappaccini, with what he calls the interest of science before his eyes, will hesitate at nothing.”

“It is a dream!” muttered Giovanni to himself, “surely it is a dream!” “But,” resumed the professor, “be of good cheer, son of my friend! It is not

yet too late for the rescue. Possibly, we may even succeed in bringing back this miserable child within the limits of ordinary nature, from which her father’s madness has estranged her. Behold this little silver vase! It was wrought by the hands of the renowned Benvenuto Cellini,8 and is well wor- thy to be a love- gift to the fairest dame in Italy. But its contents are invalu- able. One little sip of this antidote would have rendered the most virulent poisons of the Borgias9 innocuous. Doubt not that it will be as efScacious against those of Rappaccini. Bestow the vase, and the precious liquid within it, on your Beatrice, and hopefully await the result.”

Baglioni laid a small, exquisitely wrought silver phial on the table, and withdrew, leaving what he had said to produce its effect upon the young man’s mind.

7. Device that distills liquids. 8. Italian goldsmith and sculptor (1500– 1571).

9. In^uential Re nais sance family notorious for cruelty and licentiousness.

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“We will thwart Rappaccini yet!” thought he, chuckling to himself, as he descended the stairs. “But, let us confess the truth of him, he is a wonderful man!— a wonderful man indeed! A vile empiric,1 however, in his practice, and therefore not to be tolerated by those who respect the good old rules of the medical profession!”

Throughout Giovanni’s whole acquaintance with Beatrice, he had occasion- ally, as we have said, been haunted by dark surmises as to her character. Yet, so thoroughly had she made herself felt by him as a simple, natural, most affectionate and guileless creature, that the image now held up by Professor Baglioni, looked as strange and incredible, as if it were not in accordance with his own original conception. True, there were ugly recollections con- nected with his Srst glimpses of the beautiful girl; he could not quite forget the bouquet that withered in her grasp, and the insect that perished amid the sunny air, by no ostensible agency, save the fragrance of her breath. These incidents, however, dissolving in the pure light of her character, had no longer the efScacy of facts, but were acknowledged as mistaken fantasies, by what ever testimony of the senses they might appear to be substantiated. There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the Snger. On such better evidence, had Giovanni founded his conSdence in Beatrice, though rather by the necessary force of her high attributes, than by any deep and generous faith, on his part. But, now, his spirit was incapable of sustaining itself at the height to which the early enthusiasm of passion had exalted it; he fell down, grovelling among earthly doubts, and deSled therewith the pure whiteness of Beatrice’s image. Not that he gave her up; he did but distrust. He resolved to institute some decisive test that should satisfy him, once for all, whether there were those dreadful peculiarities in her physical nature, which could not be sup- posed to exist without some corresponding monstrosity of soul. His eyes, gazing down afar, might have deceived him as to the lizard, the insect, and the ^owers. But if he could witness, at the distance of a few paces, the sud- den blight of one fresh and healthful ^ower in Beatrice’s hand, there would be room for no further question. With this idea, he hastened to the ^orist’s, and purchased a bouquet that was still gemmed with the morning dew- drops.

It was now the customary hour of his daily interview with Beatrice. Before descending into the garden, Giovanni failed not to look at his Sgure in the mirror; a vanity to be expected in a beautiful young man, yet, as displaying itself at that troubled and feverish moment, the token of a certain shallow- ness of feeling and insincerity of character. He did gaze, however, and said to himself, that his features had never before possessed so rich a grace, nor his eyes such vivacity, nor his cheeks so warm a hue of superabundant life.

“At least,” thought he, “her poison has not yet insinuated itself into my system. I am no ^ower to perish in her grasp!”

With that thought, he turned his eyes on the bouquet, which he had never once laid aside from his hand. A thrill of indeSnable horror shot through his frame, on perceiving that those dewy ^owers were already beginning to droop; they wore the aspect of things that had been fresh and lovely, yester- day. Giovanni grew white as marble, and stood motionless before the mirror,

1. A follower of the empirical method (relying on practice and observation rather than theory), and thus, in Baglioni’s view, a charlatan who threatens the established order.

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staring at his own re^ection there, as at the likeness of something frightful. He remembered Baglioni’s remark about the fragrance that seemed to per- vade the chamber. It must have been the poison in his breath! Then he shuddered— shuddered at himself! Recovering from his stupor, he began to watch, with curious eye, a spider that was busily at work, hanging its web from the antique cornice of the apartment, crossing and re- crossing the art- ful system of interwoven lines, as vigorous and active a spider as ever dangled from an old ceiling. Giovanni bent towards the insect, and emitted a deep, long breath. The spider suddenly ceased its toil; the web vibrated with a tremor originating in the body of the small artizan. Again Giovanni sent forth a breath, deeper, longer, and imbued with a venomous feeling out of his heart; he knew not whether he were wicked or only desperate. The spider made a convulsive gripe with his limbs, and hung dead across the window.

“Accursed! Accursed!” muttered Giovanni, addressing himself. “Hast thou grown so poisonous, that this deadly insect perishes by the breath?”

At that moment, a rich, sweet voice came ^oating up from the garden:— “Giovanni! Giovanni! It is past the hour! Why tarriest thou! Come down!” “Yes,” muttered Giovanni again. “She is the only being whom my breath

may not slay! Would that it might!” He rushed down, and in an instant, was standing before the bright and lov-

ing eyes of Beatrice. A moment ago, his wrath and despair had been so Serce that he could have desired nothing so much as to wither her by a glance. But, with her actual presence, there came in^uences which had too real an exis- tence to be at once shaken off; recollections of the delicate and benign power of her feminine nature, which had so often enveloped him in a religious calm; recollections of many a holy and passionate outgush of her heart, when the pure fountain had been unsealed from its depths, and made visible in its transparency to his mental eye; recollections which, had Giovanni known how to estimate them, would have assured him that all this ugly mystery was but an earthly illusion, and that, what ever mist of evil might seem to have gath- ered over her, the real Beatrice was a heavenly angel. Incapable as he was of such high faith, still her presence had not utterly lost its magic. Giovanni’s rage was quelled into an aspect of sullen insensibility. Beatrice, with a quick spiritual sense, immediately felt that there was a gulf of blackness between them, which neither he nor she could pass. They walked on together, sad and silent, and came thus to the marble fountain, and to its pool of water on the ground, in the midst of which grew the shrub that bore gem- like blossoms. Giovanni was affrighted at the eager enjoyment— the appetite, as it were— with which he found himself inhaling the fragrance of the ^owers.

“Beatrice,” asked he abruptly, “whence came this shrub?” “My father created it,” answered she, with simplicity. “Created it! created it!” repeated Giovanni. “What mean you, Beatrice?” “He is a man fearfully acquainted with the secrets of nature,” replied

Beatrice; “and, at the hour when I Srst drew breath, this plant sprang from the soil, the offspring of his science, of his intellect, while I was but his earthly child. Approach it not!” continued she, observing with terror that Giovanni was drawing nearer to the shrub. “It has qualities that you little dream of. But I, dearest Giovanni,— I grew up and blossomed with the plant, and was nourished with its breath. It was my sister, and I loved it

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with a human affection: for— alas! hast thou not suspected it? there was an awful doom.”

Here Giovanni frowned so darkly upon her that Beatrice paused and trembled. But her faith in his tenderness re- assured her, and made her blush that she had doubted for an instant.

“There was an awful doom,” she continued,—“the effect of my father’s fatal love of science— which estranged me from all society of any kind. Until Heaven sent thee, dearest Giovanni, Oh! how lonely was thy poor Beatrice!”

“Was it a hard doom?” asked Giovanni, Sxing his eyes upon her. “Only of late have I known how hard it was,” answered she tenderly. “Oh,

yes; but my heart was torpid, and therefore quiet.” Giovanni’s rage broke forth from his sullen gloom like a lightning- ̂ ash

out of a dark cloud. “Accursed one!” cried he, with venomous scorn and anger. “And Snding

thy solitude wearisome, thou hast severed me, likewise, from all the warmth of life, and enticed me into thy region of unspeakable horror!”

“Giovanni!” exclaimed Beatrice, turning her large bright eyes upon his face. The force of his words had not found its way into her mind; she was merely wonder- struck.

“Yes, poisonous thing!” repeated Giovanni, beside himself with passion. “Thou hast done it! Thou hast blasted me! Thou hast Slled my veins with poison! Thou hast made me as hateful, as ugly, as loathsome and deadly a creature as thyself,— a world’s wonder of hideous monstrosity! Now— if our breath be happily as fatal to ourselves as to all others— let us join our lips in one kiss of unutterable hatred, and so die!”

“What has befallen me?” murmured Beatrice, with a low moan out of her heart. “Holy Virgin pity me, a poor heart- broken child!”

“Thou! Dost thou pray?” cried Giovanni, still with the same Sendish scorn. “Thy very prayers, as they come from thy lips, taint the atmosphere with death. Yes, yes; let us pray! Let us to church, and dip our Sngers in the holy water at the portal! They that come after us will perish as by a pesti- lence. Let us sign crosses in the air! It will be scattering curses abroad in the likeness of holy symbols!”

“Giovanni,” said Beatrice calmly, for her grief was beyond passion, “why dost thou join thyself with me thus in those terrible words? I, it is true, am the horrible thing thou namest me. But thou!— what hast thou to do, save with one other shudder at my hideous misery, to go forth out of the garden and mingle with thy race, and forget that there ever crawled on earth such a monster as poor Beatrice?”

“Dost thou pretend ignorance?” asked Giovanni, scowling upon her. “Behold! This power have I gained from the pure daughter of Rappaccini!”

There was a swarm of summer- insects ^itting through the air, in search of the food promised by the ^ower- odors of the fatal garden. They circled round Giovanni’s head, and were evidently attracted towards him by the same in^uence which had drawn them, for an instant, within the sphere of several of the shrubs. He sent forth a breath among them, and smiled bit- terly at Beatrice, as at least a score of the insects fell dead upon the ground.

“I see it! I see it!” shrieked Beatrice. “It is my father’s fatal science! No, no, Giovanni; it was not I! Never, never! I dreamed only to love thee, and be

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with thee a little time, and so to let thee pass away, leaving but thine image in mine heart. For, Giovanni— believe it— though my body be nourished with poison, my spirit is God’s creature, and craves love as its daily food. But my father!— he has united us in this fearful sympathy. Yes; spurn me!— tread upon me!— kill me! Oh, what is death, after such words as thine? But it was not I! Not for a world of bliss would I have done it!”

Giovanni’s passion had exhausted itself in its outburst from his lips. There now came across a sense, mournful, and not without tenderness, of the intimate and peculiar relationship between Beatrice and himself. They stood, as it were, in an utter solitude, which would be made none the less solitary by the densest throng of human life. Ought not, then, the desert of humanity around them to press this insulated pair close together? If they should be cruel to one another, who was there to be kind to them? Besides, thought Giovanni, might there not still be a hope of his returning within the limits of ordinary nature, and leading Beatrice— the redeemed Beatrice— by the hand? Oh, weak, and selSsh, and unworthy spirit, that could dream of an earthly union and earthly happiness as possible, after such deep love had been so bitterly wronged as was Beatrice’s love by Giovanni’s blighting words! No, no; there could be no such hope. She must pass heavily, with that broken heart, across the borders— she must bathe her hurts in some fount of Paradise, and forget her grief in the light of immortality— and there be well!

But Giovanni did not know it. “Dear Beatrice,” said he, approaching her, while she shrank away, as always

at his approach, but now with a different impulse—“dearest Beatrice, our fate is not yet so desperate. Behold! There is a medicine, potent, as a wise physician has assured me, and almost divine in its efScacy. It is composed of ingredients the most opposite to those by which thy awful father has brought this calamity upon thee and me. It is distilled of blessed herbs. Shall we not quaff it together, and thus be puriSed from evil?”

“Give it me!” said Beatrice, extending her hand to receive the little silver phial which Giovanni took from his bosom. She added, with a peculiar emphasis; “I will drink— but do thou await the result.”

She put Baglioni’s antidote to her lips; and, at the same moment, the Sgure of Rappaccini emerged from the portal, and came slowly towards the marble fountain. As he drew near, the pale man of science seemed to gaze with a triumphant expression at the beautiful youth and maiden, as might an artist who should spend his life in achieving a picture or a group of statuary, and Snally be satisSed with his success. He paused— his bent form grew erect with conscious power, he spread out his hand over them, in the attitude of a father imploring a blessing upon his children. But those were the same hands that had thrown poison into the stream of their lives! Giovanni trembled. Beatrice shuddered ner vous ly, and pressed her hand upon her heart.

“My daughter,” said Rappaccini, “thou art no longer lonely in the world! Pluck one of those precious gems from thy sister shrub, and bid thy bride- groom wear it in his bosom. It will not harm him now! My science, and the sympathy between thee and him, have so wrought within his system, that he now stands apart from common men, as thou dost, daughter of my pride and triumph, from ordinary women. Pass on, then, through the world, most dear to one another, and dreadful to all besides!”

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“My father,” said Beatrice, feebly— and still, as she spoke, she kept her hand upon her heart—“wherefore didst thou in^ict this miserable doom upon thy child?”

“Miserable!” exclaimed Rappaccini. “What mean you, foolish girl? Dost thou deem it misery to be endowed with marvellous gifts, against which no power nor strength could avail an enemy? Misery, to be able to quell the mightiest with a breath? Misery, to be as terrible as thou art beautiful? Wouldst thou, then, have preferred the condition of a weak woman, exposed to all evil, and capable of none?”

“I would fain have been loved, not feared,” murmured Beatrice, sinking down upon the ground.—“But now it matters not; I am going, father, where the evil, which thou hast striven to mingle with my being, will pass away like a dream— like the fragrance of these poisonous ^owers, which will no longer taint my breath among the ^owers of Eden. Farewell, Giovanni! Thy words of hatred are like lead within my heart— but they, too, will fall away as I ascend. Oh, was there not, from the Srst, more poison in thy nature than in mine?”

To Beatrice— so radically had her earthly part been wrought upon by Rap- paccini’s skill— as poison had been life, so the powerful antidote was death. And thus the poor victim of man’s ingenuity and of thwarted nature, and of the fatality that attends all such efforts of perverted wisdom, perished there, at the feet of her father and Giovanni. Just at that moment, Professor Pietro Baglioni looked forth from the window, and called loudly, in a tone of tri- umph mixed with horror, to the thunder- stricken man of science:

“Rappaccini! Rappaccini! And is this the upshot of your experiment?”

1844

The Scarlet Letter1

The Custom- House

introductory to “the scarlet letter”

It is a little remarkable, that— though disinclined to talk overmuch of myself and my affairs at the Sreside, and to my personal friends— an autobiograph- ical impulse should twice in my life2 have taken possession of me, in address- ing the public. The Srst time was three or four years since, when I favored the reader— inexcusably, and for no earthly reason, that either the indul- gent reader or the intrusive author could imagine— with a description of my way of life in the deep quietude of an Old Manse. And now— because, beyond my deserts, I was happy enough to Snd a listener or two on the former occasion— I again seize the public by the button, and talk of my three years’ experience in a Custom- House. The example of the famous “P.P., Clerk of this Parish,”3 was never more faithfully followed. The truth seems to be,

1. The source of this text is the 1st edition (1850). 2. The “Srst time” was in “The Author Makes the Reader Acquainted with his Abode,” the intro- duction to Mosses from an Old Manse (1846). Hawthorne and his wife, Sophia, lived in a house called the Old Manse in Concord, Massa-

chusetts, from 1842 to 1845. 3. In 1728 Alexander Pope (1688– 1744) pub- lished an anonymous mock autobiography spoof- ing Bishop Gilbert Burnet’s pompous History of My Own Time (1724).

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however, that, when he casts his leaves forth upon the wind, the author addresses, not the many who will ^ing aside his volume, or never take it up, but the few who will understand him, better than most of his schoolmates and lifemates. Some authors, indeed, do far more than this, and indulge themselves in such conSdential depths of revelation as could Sttingly be addressed, only and exclusively, to the one heart and mind of perfect sym- pathy; as if the printed book, thrown at large on the wide world, were cer- tain to Snd out the divided segment of the writer’s own nature, and complete his circle of existence by bringing him into communion with it. It is scarcely decorous, however, to speak all, even where we speak impersonally. But— as thoughts are frozen and utterance benumbed, unless the speaker stand in some true relation with his audience— it may be pardonable to imagine that a friend, a kind and apprehensive, though not the closest friend, is listening to our talk; and then, a native reserve being thawed by this genial con- sciousness, we may prate of the circumstances that lie around us, and even of ourself, but still keep the inmost Me behind its veil. To this extent and within these limits, an author, methinks, may be autobiographical, without violating either the reader’s rights or his own.

It will be seen, likewise, that this Custom- House sketch has a certain propriety, of a kind always recognized in literature, as explaining how a large portion of the following pages came into my possession, and as offering proofs of the authenticity of a narrative therein contained. This, in fact,— a desire to put myself in my true position as editor, or very little more, of the most prolix among the tales that make up my volume,4— this, and no other, is my true reason for assuming a personal relation with the public. In accom- plishing the main purpose, it has appeared allowable, by a few extra touches, to give a faint repre sen ta tion of a mode of life not heretofore described, together with some of the characters that move in it, among whom the author happened to make one.

In my native town of Salem, at the head of what, half a century ago, in the days of old King Derby,5 was a bustling wharf,— but which is now burdened with decayed wooden ware houses, and exhibits few or no symptoms of com- mercial life; except, perhaps, a bark or brig, half- way down its melancholy length, discharging hides; or, nearer at hand, a Nova Scotia schooner, pitch- ing out her cargo of Srewood,— at the head, I say, of this dilapidated wharf, which the tide often over^ows, and along which, at the base and in the rear of the row of buildings, the track of many languid years is seen in a border of unthrifty grass,— here, with a view from its front windows adown this not very enlivening prospect, and thence across the harbour, stands a spacious ediSce of brick. From the loftiest point of its roof, during precisely three and a half hours of each forenoon, ̂ oats or droops, in breeze or calm, the banner of the republic; but with the thirteen stripes turned vertically, instead of horizontally, and thus indicating that a civil, and not a military post of Uncle Sam’s government, is here established. Its front is ornamented with a por- tico of half a dozen wooden pillars, supporting a balcony, beneath which a ^ight of wide granite steps descends towards the street. Over the entrance

4. Hawthorne had planned to print several other stories together with The Scarlet Letter but was persuaded by his publisher to publish the novel

separately. 5. Elias Hasket Derby (1739– 1799), wealthy Salem shipowner.

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hovers an enormous specimen of the American ea gle, with outspread wings, a shield before her breast, and, if I recollect aright, a bunch of intermingled thunderbolts and barbed arrows in each claw. With the customary inSrmity of temper that characterizes this unhappy fowl, she appears, by the Serce- ness of her beak and eye and the general truculency of her attitude, to threaten mischief to the inoffensive community; and especially to warn all citizens, careful of their safety, against intruding on the premises which she overshadows with her wings. Nevertheless, vixenly as she looks, many peo- ple are seeking, at this very moment, to shelter themselves under the wing of the federal ea gle; imagining, I presume, that her bosom has all the softness and snugness of an eider- down pillow. But she has no great tenderness, even in her best of moods, and, sooner or later,— oftener soon than late,— is apt to ^ing off her nestlings with a scratch of her claw, a dab of her beak, or a rankling wound from her barbed arrows.

The pavement round about the above- described ediSce— which we may as well name at once as the Custom- House of the port— has grass enough growing in its chinks to show that it has not, of late days, been worn by any multitudinous resort of business. In some months of the year, however, there often chances a forenoon when affairs move onward with a livelier tread. Such occasions might remind the el der ly citizen of that period, before the last war with En gland,6 when Salem was a port by itself; not scorned, as she is now, by her own merchants and ship- owners, who permit her wharves to crumble to ruin, while their ventures go to swell, needlessly and imper- ceptibly, the mighty ^ood of commerce at New York or Boston. On some such morning, when three or four vessels happen to have arrived at once,— usually from Africa or South America,— or to be on the verge of their depar- ture thitherward, there is a sound of frequent feet, passing briskly up and down the granite steps. Here, before his own wife has greeted him, you may greet the sea- ̂ ushed ship- master, just in port, with his vessel’s papers under his arm in a tarnished tin box. Here, too, comes his own er, cheerful or som- bre, gracious or in the sulks, accordingly as his scheme of the now accom- plished voyage has been realized in merchandise that will readily be turned to gold, or has buried him under a bulk of incommodities, such as nobody will care to rid him of. Here, likewise,— the germ of the wrinkle- browed, grizzly- bearded, careworn merchant,— we have the smart young clerk, who gets the taste of trafSc as a wolf- cub does of blood, and already sends adven- tures in his master’s ships, when he had better be sailing mimic boats upon a mill- pond. Another Sgure in the scene is the outward- bound sailor, in quest of a protection;7 or the recently arrived one, pale and feeble, seeking a passport to the hospital. Nor must we forget the captains of the rusty little schooners that bring Srewood from the British provinces; a rough- looking set of tarpaulins, without the alertness of the Yankee aspect, but contribut- ing an item of no slight importance to our decaying trade.

Cluster all these individuals together, as they sometimes were, with other miscellaneous ones to diversify the group, and, for the time being, it made the Custom- House a stirring scene. More frequently, however, on ascending the steps, you would discern— in the entry, if it were summer time, or in their

6. The War of 1812. 7. A passport.

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appropriate rooms, if wintry or inclement weather— a row of venerable Sg- ures, sitting in old- fashioned chairs, which were tipped on their hind legs back against the wall. Oftentimes they were asleep, but occasionally might be heard talking together, in voices between speech and a snore, and with that lack of energy that distinguishes the occupants of alms- houses, and all other human beings who depend for subsistence on charity, on monopo- lized labor, or any thing else but their own in de pen dent exertions. These old gentlemen— seated, like Matthew, at the receipt of custom, but not very liable to be summoned thence, like him, for apostolic errands— were Custom- House ofScers.8

Furthermore, on the left hand as you enter the front door, is a certain room or ofSce, about Sfteen feet square, and of a lofty height; with two of its arched windows commanding a view of the aforesaid dilapidated wharf, and the third looking across a narrow lane, and along a portion of Derby Street. All three give glimpses of the shops of grocers, block- makers, slop- sellers, and ship- chandlers; around the doors of which are generally to be seen, laughing and gossiping, clusters of old salts, and such other wharf- rats as haunt the Wapping9 of a seaport. The room itself is cobwebbed, and dingy with old paint; its ^oor is strewn with gray sand, in a fashion that has elsewhere fallen into long disuse; and it is easy to conclude, from the general slovenliness of the place, that this is a sanctuary into which womankind,

8. “And as Jesus passed forth from thence, he saw a man, named Matthew, sitting at the receipt of custom: and he saith unto him, Follow me. And he arose, and followed him” (Matthew 9.9). The joke involves the common suspicion that customs

ofScers are corrupt. 9. Rundown area of any seaport, from an area of the London wharves. “Block- makers”: pulley mak- ers. “Slop- sellers”: clothiers. “Ship- chandlers”: general outStters for ship supplies.

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The Custom House. The U.S. Custom House in Salem, Massachusetts, built in 1819.

with her tools of magic, the broom and mop, has very infrequent access. In the way of furniture, there is a stove with a voluminous funnel; an old pine desk, with a three- legged stool beside it; two or three wooden- bottom chairs, exceedingly decrepit and inSrm; and,— not to forget the library,— on some shelves, a score or two of volumes of the Acts of Congress, and a bulky Digest of the Revenue Laws. A tin pipe ascends through the ceiling, and forms a medium of vocal communication with other parts of the ediSce. And here, some six months ago,— pacing from corner to corner, or lounging on the long- legged stool, with his elbow on the desk, and his eyes wandering up and down the columns of the morning newspaper,— you might have recog- nized, honored reader, the same individual who welcomed you into his cheery little study, where the sunshine glimmered so pleasantly through the willow branches, on the western side of the Old Manse. But now, should you go thither to seek him, you would inquire in vain for the Loco- foco Surveyor.1 The besom2 of reform has swept him out of ofSce; and a worthier successor wears his dignity and pockets his emoluments.

This old town of Salem— my native place, though I have dwelt much away from it, both in boyhood and maturer years— possesses, or did possess, a hold on my affections, the force of which I have never realized during my seasons of actual residence here. Indeed, so far as its physical aspect is con- cerned, with its ^at, unvaried surface, covered chie^y with wooden houses, few or none of which pretend to architectural beauty,— its irregularity, which is neither picturesque nor quaint, but only tame,— its long and lazy street, lounging wearisomely through the whole extent of the peninsula, with Gal- lows Hill and New Guinea3 at one end, and a view of the alms- house at the other,— such being the features of my native town, it would be quite as rea- sonable to form a sentimental attachment to a disarranged checkerboard. And yet, though invariably happiest elsewhere, there is within me a feeling for old Salem, which, in lack of a better phrase, I must be content to call affection. The sentiment is probably assignable to the deep and aged roots which my family has struck into the soil. It is now nearly two centuries and a quarter since the original Briton, the earliest emigrant of my name,4 made his appearance in the wild and forest- bordered settlement, which has since become a city. And here his descendants have been born and died, and have mingled their earthy substance with the soil; until no small portion of it must necessarily be akin to the mortal frame wherewith, for a little while, I walk the streets. In part, therefore, the attachment which I speak of is the mere sensuous sympathy of dust for dust. Few of my countrymen can know what it is; nor, as frequent transplantation is perhaps better for the stock, need they consider it desirable to know.

But the sentiment has likewise its moral quality. The Sgure of that Srst ancestor, invested by family tradition with a dim and dusky grandeur, was

1. Supervisor. “Loco- foco”: term of ridicule for any Demo crat, although properly it applies to a reform faction of the New York Demo crats who in 1835 carried on a meeting after lights were doused by producing the then- new lucifer matches (“locofocos”) and burning them during the rest of the meeting. 2. Bundle of twigs bound to a handle and used as a broom.

3. Areas in the town of Salem. Gallows Hill was where those found guilty of witchcraft were exe- cuted in 1692. 4. William Hathorne (c. 1606– 1681), Haw- thorne’s great- great-grandfather, emigrated from En gland in 1630 and became a notable public Sgure in Salem. (Nathaniel Hawthorne added the w to his own name.)

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present to my boyish imagination, as far back as I can remember. It still haunts me, and induces a sort of home- feeling with the past, which I scarcely claim in reference to the present phase of the town. I seem to have a stronger claim to a residence here on account of this grave, bearded, sable- cloaked, and steeple- crowned progenitor,— who came so early, with his Bible and his sword, and trode the unworn street with such a stately port, and made so large a Sgure, as a man of war and peace,— a stronger claim than for myself, whose name is seldom heard and my face hardly known. He was a soldier, legislator, judge; he was a ruler in the Church; he had all the Puritanic traits, both good and evil. He was likewise a bitter persecutor; as witness the Quakers, who have remembered him in their histories, and relate an incident of his hard severity towards a woman of their sect, which will last longer, it is to be feared, than any record of his better deeds, although these were many.5 His son, too, inherited the persecuting spirit, and made himself so conspicuous in the martyrdom of the witches, that their blood may fairly be said to have left a stain upon him.6 So deep a stain, indeed, that his old dry bones, in the Charter Street burial- ground, must still retain it, if they have not crumbled utterly to dust! I know not whether these ancestors of mine bethought themselves to repent, and ask pardon of Heaven for their cruel- ties; or whether they are now groaning under the heavy consequences of them, in another state of being. At all events, I, the present writer, as their representative, hereby take shame upon myself for their sakes, and pray that any curse incurred by them— as I have heard, and as the dreary and unprosperous condition of the race, for many a long year back, would argue to exist— may be now and henceforth removed.

Doubtless, however, either of these stern and black- browed Puritans would have thought it quite a sufScient retribution for his sins, that, after so long a lapse of years, the old trunk of the family tree, with so much venerable moss upon it, should have borne, as its topmost bough, an idler like myself. No aim, that I have ever cherished, would they recognize as laudable; no suc- cess of mine— if my life, beyond its domestic scope, had ever been brightened by success— would they deem otherwise than worthless, if not positively disgraceful. “What is he?” murmurs one gray shadow of my forefathers to the other. “A writer of story- books! What kind of a business in life,— what mode of glorifying God, or being ser viceable to mankind in his day and generation,— may that be? Why, the degenerate fellow might as well have been a Sddler!” Such are the compliments bandied between my great- grandsires and myself, across the gulf of time! And yet, let them scorn me as they will, strong traits of their nature have intertwined themselves with mine.

Planted deep, in the town’s earliest infancy and childhood, by these two earnest and energetic men, the race has ever since subsisted here; always, too, in respectability; never, so far as I have known, disgraced by a single unworthy member; but seldom or never, on the other hand, after the Srst two generations, performing any memorable deed, or so much as putting forward a claim to public notice. Gradually, they have sunk almost out of sight; as old houses, here and there about the streets, get covered half- way

5. William Hathorne ordered the whipping of the Quaker Ann Coleman. Hathorne Sgures as a villain in William Sewel’s History of the Chris-

tian People Called Quakers (1722). 6. John Hathorne (1641– 1717), a judge during the Salem witchcraft trials in 1692.

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to the eaves by the accumulation of new soil. From father to son, for above a hundred years, they followed the sea; a gray- headed shipmaster, in each generation, retiring from the quarter- deck to the homestead, while a boy of fourteen took the hereditary place before the mast, confronting the salt spray and the gale, which had blustered against his sire and grandsire. The boy, also, in due time, passed from the forecastle to the cabin,7 spent a tem- pestuous manhood, and returned from his world- wanderings, to grow old, and die, and mingle his dust with the natal earth. This long connection of a family with one spot, as its place of birth and burial, creates a kindred between the human being and the locality, quite in de pen dent of any charm in the scenery or moral circumstances that surround him. It is not love, but instinct. The new inhabitant— who came himself from a foreign land, or whose father or grandfather came— has little claim to be called a Salemite; he has no conception of the oyster- like tenacity with which an old settler, over whom his third century is creeping, clings to the spot where his suc- cessive generations have been imbedded. It is no matter that the place is joyless for him; that he is weary of the old wooden houses, the mud and dust, the dead level of site and sentiment, the chill east wind, and the chill- est of social atmospheres;— all these, and what ever faults besides he may see or imagine, are nothing to the purpose. The spell survives, and just as powerfully as if the natal spot were an earthly paradise. So has it been in my case. I felt it almost as a destiny to make Salem my home; so that the mould of features and cast of character which had all along been familiar here— ever, as one representative of the race lay down in his grave, another assuming, as it were, his sentry- march along the Main Street— might still in my little day be seen and recognized in the old town. Nevertheless, this very sentiment is an evidence that the connection, which has become an unhealthy one, should at last be severed. Human nature will not ^ourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn- out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth.

On emerging from the Old Manse, it was chie^y this strange, indolent, unjoyous attachment for my native town, that brought me to Sll a place in Uncle Sam’s brick ediSce,8 when I might as well, or better, have gone some- where else. My doom was on me. It was not the Srst time, nor the second, that I had gone away,— as it seemed, permanently,— but yet returned, like the bad half- penny; or as if Salem were for me the inevitable centre of the universe. So, one Sne morning, I ascended the ^ight of granite steps, with the President’s commission in my pocket, and was introduced to the corps of gentlemen who were to aid me in my weighty responsibility, as chief execu- tive ofScer of the Custom- House.

I doubt greatly— or rather, I do not doubt at all— whether any public functionary of the United States, either in the civil or military line, has ever had such a patriarchal body of veterans under his orders as myself. The whereabouts of the Oldest Inhabitant was at once settled, when I looked at them. For upwards of twenty years before this epoch, the in de pen dent

7. I.e., from ordinary seaman to captain. 8. The custom house.

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position of the Collector had kept the Salem Custom- House out of the whirl pool of po liti cal vicissitude, which makes the tenure of ofSce generally so fragile. A soldier,— New En gland’s most distinguished soldier,9— he stood Srmly on the pedestal of his gallant ser vices; and, himself secure in the wise liberality of the successive administrations through which he had held ofSce, he had been the safety of his subordinates in many an hour of danger and heart- quake. General Miller was radically conservative; a man over whose kindly nature habit had no slight in^uence; attaching himself strongly to familiar faces, and with difSculty moved to change, even when change might have brought unquestionable improvement. Thus, on taking charge of my department, I found few but aged men. They were ancient sea- captains, for the most part, who, after being tost on every sea, and standing up sturdily against life’s tempestuous blast, had Snally drifted into this quiet nook; where, with little to disturb them, except the periodical terrors of a Presidential election, they one and all acquired a new lease of exis- tence. Though by no means less liable than their fellow- men to age and inSrmity, they had evidently some talisman or other that kept death at bay. Two or three of their number, as I was assured, being gouty and rheumatic, or perhaps bed- ridden, never dreamed of making their appearance at the Custom- House, during a large part of the year; but, after a torpid winter, would creep out into the warm sunshine of May or June, go lazily about what they termed duty, and, at their own leisure and con ve nience, betake themselves to bed again. I must plead guilty to the charge of abbreviating the ofScial breath of more than one of these venerable servants of the republic. They were allowed, on my repre sen ta tion, to rest from their ardu- ous labors, and soon afterwards— as if their sole principle of life had been zeal for their country’s ser vice; as I verily believe it was— withdrew to a bet- ter world. It is a pious consolation to me, that, through my interference, a sufScient space was allowed them for repentance of the evil and corrupt practices, into which, as a matter of course, every Custom- House ofScer must be supposed to fall. Neither the front nor the back entrance of the Custom- House opens on the road to Paradise.

The greater part of my ofScers were Whigs.1 It was well for their venera- ble brotherhood, that the new Surveyor was not a politician, and, though a faithful Demo crat in principle, neither received nor held his ofSce with any reference to po liti cal ser vices.2 Had it been otherwise,— had an active poli- tician been put into this in^uential post, to assume the easy task of making head against a Whig Collector, whose inSrmities withheld him from the personal administration of his ofSce,— hardly a man of the old corps would have drawn the breath of ofScial life, within a month after the exterminat- ing angel had come up the Custom- House steps. According to the received code in such matters, it would have been nothing short of duty, in a politi- cian, to bring every one of those white heads under the axe of the guillo- tine. It was plain enough to discern, that the old fellows dreaded some such

9. General James F. Miller (1776– 1851), a hero of the War of 1812, served as collector, or chief ofS- cer, of the Salem custom house (1825– 49). 1. The party that opposed the Demo crats between the demise of the National Republicans in the early 1830s and the rise of the Republican

Party in the 1850s. 2. Although Hawthorne was no less po liti cally active than other appointees to this position, in “The Custom- House” he portrays himself as above politics.

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discourtesy at my hands. It pained, and at the same time amused me, to behold the terrors that attended my advent; to see a furrowed cheek, weather- beaten by half a century of storm, turn ashy pale at the glance of so harm- less an individual as myself; to detect, as one or another addressed me, the tremor of a voice, which, in long- past days, had been wont to bellow through a speaking- trumpet, hoarsely enough to frighten Boreas3 himself to silence. They knew, these excellent old persons, that, by all established rule,— and, as regarded some of them, weighed by their own lack of efSciency for business,— they ought to have given place to younger men, more orthodox in politics, and altogether Stter than themselves to serve our common Uncle. I knew it too, but could never quite Snd in my heart to act upon the knowl- edge. Much and deservedly to my own discredit, therefore, and consider- ably to the detriment of my ofScial conscience, they continued, during my incumbency, to creep about the wharves, and loiter up and down the Custom- House steps. They spent a good deal of time, also, asleep in their accustomed corners, with their chairs tilted back against the wall; awaking, however, once or twice in a forenoon, to bore one another with the several thousandth repetition of old sea- stories, and mouldy jokes, that had grown to be pass- words and countersigns among them.

The discovery was soon made, I imagine, that the new Surveyor had no great harm in him. So, with lightsome hearts, and the happy consciousness of being usefully employed,— in their own behalf, at least, if not for our beloved country,— these good old gentlemen went through the various for- malities of ofSce. Sagaciously, under their spectacles, did they peep into the holds of vessels! Mighty was their fuss about little matters, and marvel- lous, sometimes, the obtuseness that allowed greater ones to slip between their Sngers! Whenever such a mischance occurred,— when a wagon- load of valuable merchandise had been smuggled ashore, at noonday, perhaps, and directly beneath their unsuspicious noses,— nothing could exceed the vigilance and alacrity with which they proceeded to lock, and double- lock, and secure with tape and sealing- wax, all the avenues of the delinquent ves- sel. Instead of a reprimand for their previous negligence, the case seemed rather to require an eulogium on their praiseworthy caution, after the mis- chief had happened; a grateful recognition of the promptitude of their zeal, the moment that there was no longer any remedy!

Unless people are more than commonly disagreeable, it is my foolish habit to contract a kindness for them. The better part of my companion’s charac- ter, if it have a better part, is that which usually comes uppermost in my regard, and forms the type whereby I recognize the man. As most of these old Custom- House ofScers had good traits, and as my position in reference to them, being paternal and protective, was favorable to the growth of friendly sentiments, I soon grew to like them all. It was pleasant, in the sum- mer forenoons,— when the fervent heat, that almost liqueSed the rest of the human family, merely communicated a genial warmth to their half- torpid systems,— it was pleasant to hear them chatting in the back entry, a row of them all tipped against the wall, as usual; while the frozen witticisms of past generations were thawed out, and came bubbling with laughter from their

3. In Greek mythology, god of the north wind.

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lips. Externally, the jollity of aged men has much in common with the mirth of children; the intellect, any more than a deep sense of humor, has little to do with the matter; it is, with both, a gleam that plays upon the surface, and imparts a sunny and cheery aspect alike to the green branch, and gray, mouldering trunk. In one case, however, it is real sunshine; in the other, it more resembles the phosphorescent glow of decaying wood.

It would be sad injustice, the reader must understand, to represent all my excellent old friends as in their dotage. In the Srst place, my coadjutors were not invariably old; there were men among them in their strength and prime, of marked ability and energy, and altogether superior to the sluggish and dependent mode of life on which their evil stars had cast them. Then, moreover, the white locks of age were sometimes found to be the thatch of an intellectual tenement in good repair. But, as respects the majority of my corps of veterans, there will be no wrong done, if I characterize them gen- erally as a set of wearisome old souls, who had gathered nothing worth preservation from their varied experience of life. They seemed to have ^ung away all the golden grain of practical wisdom, which they had enjoyed so many opportunities of harvesting, and most carefully to have stored their memories with the husks. They spoke with far more interest and unction of their morning’s breakfast, or yesterday’s, to- day’s, or to- morrow’s dinner, than of the shipwreck of forty or Sfty years ago, and all the world’s wonders which they had witnessed with their youthful eyes.

The father of the Custom- House—the patriarch, not only of this little squad of ofScials, but, I am bold to say, of the respectable body of tide- waiters all over the United States— was a certain permanent Inspector.4 He might truly be termed a legitimate son of the revenue system, dyed in the wool, or rather, born in the purple; since his sire, a Revolutionary col o nel, and for- merly collector of the port, had created an ofSce for him, and appointed him to Sll it, at a period of the early ages which few living men can now remem- ber. This Inspector, when I Srst knew him, was a man of fourscore years, or thereabouts, and certainly one of the most wonderful specimens of winter- green that you would be likely to discover in a lifetime’s search. With his ^orid cheek, his compact Sgure, smartly arrayed in a bright- buttoned blue coat, his brisk and vigorous step, and his hale and hearty aspect, altogether, he seemed— not young, indeed— but a kind of new contrivance of Mother Nature in the shape of man, whom age and inSrmity had no business to touch. His voice and laugh, which perpetually reëchoed through the Custom- House, had nothing of the tremulous quaver and cackle of an old man’s utter- ance; they came strutting out of his lungs, like the crow of a cock, or the blast of a clarion. Looking at him merely as an animal,— and there was very little else to look at,— he was a most satisfactory object, from the thorough health- fulness and wholesomeness of his system, and his capacity, at that extreme age, to enjoy all, or nearly all, the delights which he had ever aimed at, or conceived of. The careless security of his life in the Custom- House, on a regular income, and with but slight and infrequent apprehensions of removal, had no doubt contributed to make time pass lightly over him. The original and more potent causes, however, lay in the rare perfection of his animal

4. William Lee (1771– 1851), who was offended by Hawthorne’s satirical sketch. “Tide- waiters”: custom ofScers who board incoming ships at harbor.

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nature, the moderate proportion of intellect, and the very tri^ing admixture of moral and spiritual ingredients; these latter qualities, indeed, being in barely enough mea sure to keep the old gentleman from walking on all- fours. He possessed no power of thought, no depth of feeling, no troublesome sen- sibilities; nothing, in short, but a few commonplace instincts, which, aided by the cheerful temper that grew inevitably out of his physical well- being, did duty very respectably, and to general ac cep tance, in lieu of a heart. He had been the husband of three wives, all long since dead; the father of twenty children, most of whom, at every age of childhood or maturity, had likewise returned to dust. Here, one would suppose, might have been sorrow enough to imbue the sunniest disposition, through and through, with a sable tinge. Not so with our old Inspector! One brief sigh sufSced to carry off the entire burden of these dismal reminiscences. The next moment, he was as ready for sport as any unbreeched infant; far readier than the Collector’s ju nior clerk, who, at nineteen years, was much the elder and graver man of the two.

I used to watch and study this patriarchal personage with, I think, live- lier curiosity than any other form of humanity there presented to my notice. He was, in truth, a rare phenomenon; so perfect in one point of view; so shallow, so delusive, so impalpable, such an absolute nonentity, in every other. My conclusion was that he had no soul, no heart, no mind; nothing, as I have already said, but instincts; and yet, withal, so cunningly had the few materials of his character been put together, that there was no painful perception of deSciency, but, on my part, an entire contentment with what I found in him. It might be difScult— and it was so— to conceive how he should exist hereafter, so earthy and sensuous did he seem; but surely his existence here, admitting that it was to terminate with his last breath, had been not unkindly given; with no higher moral responsibilities than the beasts of the Seld, but with a larger scope of enjoyment than theirs, and with all their blessed immunity from the dreariness and duskiness of age.

One point, in which he had vastly the advantage over his four- footed breth- ren, was his ability to recollect the good dinners which it had made no small portion of the happiness of his life to eat. His gourmandism was a highly agreeable trait; and to hear him talk of roast- meat was as appetizing as a pickle or an oyster. As he possessed no higher attribute, and neither sacri- Sced nor vitiated any spiritual endowment by devoting all his energies and ingenuities to subserve the delight and proSt of his maw, it always pleased and satisSed me to hear him expatiate on Ssh, poultry, and butcher’s meat, and the most eligible methods of preparing them for the table. His reminis- cences of good cheer, however ancient the date of the actual banquet, seemed to bring the savor of pig or turkey under one’s very nostrils. There were ^a- vors on his palate, that had lingered there not less than sixty or seventy years, and were still apparently as fresh as that of the mutton- chop which he had just devoured for his breakfast. I have heard him smack his lips over din- ners, every guest at which, except himself, had long been food for worms. It was marvellous to observe how the ghosts of bygone meals were continually rising up before him; not in anger or retribution, but as if grateful for his former appreciation, and seeking to reduplicate an endless series of enjoy- ment, at once shadowy and sensual. A tenderloin of beef, a hind- quarter of veal, a spare- rib of pork, a par tic u lar chicken, or a remarkably praiseworthy

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turkey, which had perhaps adorned his board in the days of the elder Adams,5 would be remembered; while all the subsequent experience of our race, and all the events that brightened or darkened his individual career, had gone over him with as little permanent effect as the passing breeze. The chief tragic event of the old man’s life, so far as I could judge, was his mishap with a certain goose, which lived and died some twenty or forty years ago; a goose of most promising Sgure, but which, at table, proved so inveterately tough that the carving- knife would make no impression on its carcass; and it could only be divided with an axe and handsaw.

But it is time to quit this sketch; on which, however, I should be glad to dwell at considerably more length, because, of all men whom I have ever known, this individual was Sttest to be a Custom- House ofScer. Most per- sons, owing to causes which I may not have space to hint at, suffer moral detriment from this peculiar mode of life. The old Inspector was incapable of it, and, were he to continue in ofSce to the end of time, would be just as good as he was then, and sit down to dinner with just as good an appetite.

There is one likeness, without which my gallery of Custom- House portraits would be strangely incomplete; but which my comparatively few opportuni- ties for observation enable me to sketch only in the merest outline. It is that of the Collector, our gallant old General, who, after his brilliant military ser vice, subsequently to which he had ruled over a wild Western territory,6 had come hither, twenty years before, to spend the decline of his varied and honorable life. The brave soldier had already numbered, nearly or quite, his threescore years and ten, and was pursuing the remainder of his earthly march, burdened with inSrmities which even the martial music of his own spirit- stirring recollections could do little towards lightening. The step was palsied now, that had been foremost in the charge. It was only with the assis- tance of a servant, and by leaning his hand heavily on the iron balustrade, that he could slowly and painfully ascend the Custom- House steps, and, with a toilsome progress across the ^oor, attain his customary chair beside the Sreplace. There he used to sit, gazing with a somewhat dim serenity of aspect at the Sgures that came and went; amid the rustle of papers, the adminis- tering of oaths, the discussion of business, and the casual talk of the ofSce; all which sounds and circumstances seemed but indistinctly to impress his senses, and hardly to make their way into his inner sphere of contempla- tion. His countenance, in this repose, was mild and kindly. If his notice was sought, an expression of courtesy and interest gleamed out upon his fea- tures; proving that there was light within him, and that it was only the outward medium of the intellectual lamp that obstructed the rays in their passage. The closer you penetrated to the substance of his mind, the sounder it appeared. When no longer called upon to speak, or listen, either of which operations cost him an evident effort, his face would brie^y sub- side into its former not uncheerful quietude. It was not painful to behold this look; for, though dim, it had not the imbecility of decaying age. The framework of his nature, originally strong and massive, was not yet crum- bled into ruin.

5. From 1797 to 1801, the term of John Adams (1735– 1826), the second president, father of John Quincy Adams, the sixth president.

6. James Miller was governor of Arkansas Terri- tory (1819– 25).

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To observe and deSne his character, however, under such disadvantages, was as difScult a task as to trace out and build up anew, in imagination, an old fortress, like Ticonderoga,7 from a view of its gray and broken ruins. Here and there, perchance, the walls may remain almost complete; but elsewhere may be only a shapeless mound, cumbrous with its very strength, and over- grown, through long years of peace and neglect, with grass and alien weeds.

Nevertheless, looking at the old warrior with affection,— for, slight as was the communication between us, my feeling towards him, like that of all bipeds and quadrupeds who knew him, might not improperly be termed so,— I could discern the main points of his portrait. It was marked with the noble and heroic qualities which showed it to be not by a mere accident, but of good right, that he had won a distinguished name. His spirit could never, I conceive, have been characterized by an uneasy activity; it must, at any period of his life, have required an impulse to set him in motion; but, once stirred up, with obstacles to overcome, and an adequate object to be attained, it was not in the man to give out or fail. The heat that had formerly pervaded his nature, and which was not yet extinct, was never of the kind that ^ashes and ^ickers in a blaze, but, rather, a deep, red glow, as of iron in a furnace. Weight, solidity, Srmness; this was the expression of his repose, even in such decay as had crept untimely over him, at the period of which I speak. But I could imagine, even then, that, under some excitement which should go deeply into his consciousness,— roused by a trumpet- peal, loud enough to awaken all of his energies that were not dead, but only slumbering,— he was yet capable of ^inging off his inSrmities like a sick man’s gown, dropping the staff of age to seize a battle- sword, and starting up once more a warrior. And, in so intense a moment, his demeanour would have still been calm. Such an exhibition, however, was but to be pictured in fancy; not to be anticipated, nor desired. What I saw in him— as evidently as the indestructible ramparts of Old Ticonderoga, already cited as the most appropriate simile— were the features of stubborn and ponderous endurance, which might well have amounted to obstinacy in his earlier days; of integrity, that, like most of his other endowments, lay in a somewhat heavy mass, and was just as unmal- leable and unmanageable as a ton of iron ore; and of benevolence, which, Sercely as he led the bayonets on at Chippewa or Fort Erie,8 I take to be of quite as genuine a stamp as what actuates any or all the polemical phi- lanthropists of the age. He had slain men with his own hand, for aught I know;— certainly, they had fallen, like blades of grass at the sweep of the scythe, before the charge to which his spirit imparted its triumphant energy;—but, be that as it might, there was never in his heart so much cruelty as would have brushed the down off a butter^y’s wing. I have not known the man, to whose innate kindliness I would more conSdently make an appeal.

Many characteristics— and those, too, which contribute not the least forcibly to impart resemblance in a sketch— must have vanished, or been obscured, before I met the General. All merely graceful attributes are usu- ally the most evanescent; nor does Nature adorn the human ruin with blos- soms of new beauty, that have their roots and proper nutriment only in the

7. Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold (not yet a traitor) captured Fort Ticonderoga in upstate New York from the British in 1775.

8. Battles in upstate New York in 1814, which were crucial to the U.S. victory over the British in the War of 1812.

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chinks and crevices of decay, as she sows wall- ̂ owers over the ruined for- tress of Ticonderoga. Still, even in respect of grace and beauty, there were points well worth noting. A ray of humor, now and then, would make its way through the veil of dim obstruction, and glimmer pleasantly upon our faces. A trait of native elegance, seldom seen in the masculine character after child- hood or early youth, was shown in the General’s fondness for the sight and fragrance of ^owers. An old soldier might be supposed to prize only the bloody laurel on his brow; but here was one, who seemed to have a young girl’s appreciation of the ^oral tribe.

There, beside the Sreplace, the brave old General used to sit; while the Surveyor— though seldom, when it could be avoided, taking upon himself the difScult task of engaging him in conversation— was fond of standing at a distance, and watching his quiet and almost slumberous countenance. He seemed away from us, although we saw him but a few yards off; remote, though we passed close beside his chair; unattainable, though we might have stretched forth our hands and touched his own. It might be, that he lived a more real life within his thoughts, than amid the unappropriate environment of the Collector’s ofSce. The evolutions of the parade; the tumult of the battle; the ^ourish of old, heroic music, heard thirty years before;— such scenes and sounds, perhaps, were all alive before his intellectual sense. Meanwhile, the merchants and ship- masters, the spruce clerks, and uncouth sailors, entered and departed; the bustle of this commercial and Custom- House life kept up its little murmur round about him; and neither with the men nor their affairs did the General appear to sustain the most distant relation. He was as much out of place as an old sword— now rusty, but which had ^ashed once in the battle’s front, and showed still a bright gleam along its blade— would have been, among the inkstands, paper- folders, and mahogany rulers, on the Deputy Collector’s desk.

There was one thing that much aided me in renewing and re- creating the stalwart soldier of the Niagara frontier,— the man of true and simple energy. It was the recollection of those memorable words of his,—“I’ll try, Sir!”9— spoken on the very verge of a desperate and heroic enterprise, and breathing the soul and spirit of New En gland hardihood, comprehending all perils, and encountering all. If, in our country, valor were rewarded by heraldic honor, this phrase— which it seems so easy to speak, but which only he, with such a task of danger and glory before him, has ever spoken— would be the best and Sttest of all mottoes for the General’s shield of arms.

It contributes greatly towards a man’s moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate. The accidents of my life have often afforded me this advantage, but never with more fulness and variety than during my continu- ance in ofSce. There was one man,1 especially, the observation of whose character gave me a new idea of talent. His gifts were emphatically those of a man of business; prompt, acute, clear- minded; with an eye that saw through

9. Miller’s reported response to General WinSeld Scott’s order to storm a British battery of seven cannons at Lundy’s Lane in Ontario, near Niag- ara Falls in 1814.

1. A reference to Hawthorne’s friend Zachariah Burchmore (1809– 1884), a custom- house clerk who also served as secretary of Salem’s Demo- cratic Party.

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all perplexities, and a faculty of arrangement that made them vanish, as by the waving of an enchanter’s wand. Bred up from boyhood in the Custom- House, it was his proper Seld of activity; and the many intricacies of busi- ness, so harassing to the interloper, presented themselves before him with the regularity of a perfectly comprehended system. In my contemplation, he stood as the ideal of his class. He was, indeed, the Custom- House in himself; or, at all events, the main- spring that kept its variously revolving wheels in motion; for, in an institution like this, where its ofScers are appointed to sub- serve their own proSt and con ve nience, and seldom with a leading reference to their Stness for the duty to be performed, they must perforce seek else- where the dexterity which is not in them. Thus, by an inevitable necessity, as a magnet attracts steel- Slings, so did our man of business draw to him- self the difSculties which everybody met with. With an easy condescension, and kind forbearance towards our stupidity,— which, to his order of mind, must have seemed little short of crime,— would he forthwith, by the merest touch of his Snger, make the incomprehensible as clear as daylight. The mer- chants valued him not less than we, his esoteric friends. His integrity was perfect; it was a law of nature with him, rather than a choice or a principle; nor can it be otherwise than the main condition of an intellect so remarkably clear and accurate as his, to be honest and regular in the administration of affairs. A stain on his conscience, as to any thing that came within the range of his vocation, would trouble such a man very much in the same way, though to a far greater degree, than an error in the balance of an account, or an ink- blot on the fair page of a book of record. Here, in a word,— and it is a rare instance in my life,— I had met with a person thoroughly adapted to the situation which he held.

Such were some of the people with whom I now found myself connected. I took it in good part at the hands of Providence, that I was thrown into a position so little akin to my past habits; and set myself seriously to gather from it what ever proSt was to be had. After my fellowship of toil and imprac- ticable schemes, with the dreamy brethren of Brook Farm; after living for three years within the subtile in^uence of an intellect like Emerson’s; after those wild, free days on the Assabeth,2 indulging fantastic speculations beside our Sre of fallen boughs, with Ellery Channing; after talking with Thoreau about pine- trees and Indian relics, in his hermitage at Walden; after growing fastidious by sympathy with the classic reSnement of Hillard’s cul- ture; after becoming imbued with poetic sentiment at Longfellow’s hearth- stone;—it was time, at length, that I should exercise other faculties of my nature, and nourish myself with food for which I had hitherto had little appetite. Even the old Inspector was desirable, as a change of diet, to a man who had known Alcott.3 I looked upon it as an evidence, in some mea sure, of a system naturally well balanced, and lacking no essential part of a thor- ough or ga ni za tion, that, with such associates to remember, I could mingle

2. A tributary that joins the Concord River near Concord, Massachusetts. “Brook Farm”: the reformist agricultural community near Boston that Hawthorne participated in during 1841 and that provided the inspiration for The Blithedale Romance (1852). 3. The father of Louisa May Alcott, Bronson Alcott (1799– 1888), was an innovative educator

and sometimes- ridiculed reformer, whom Haw- thorne knew in Concord. Emerson, Thoreau, and the writer Channing (1818– 1901) also lived in Concord. In Boston Hawthorne could visit his friend the lawyer George Stillman Hillard (1808– 1879), and at Cambridge he could visit his acquaintance Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

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at once with men of altogether different qualities, and never murmur at the change.

Literature, its exertions and objects, were now of little moment in my regard. I cared not, at this period, for books; they were apart from me. Nature,—except it were human nature,— the nature that is developed in earth and sky, was, in one sense, hidden from me; and all the imaginative delight, wherewith it had been spiritualized, passed away out of my mind. A gift, a faculty, if it had not departed, was suspended and inanimate within me. There would have been something sad, unutterably dreary, in all this, had I not been conscious that it lay at my own option to recall what ever was valuable in the past. It might be true, indeed, that this was a life which could not, with impunity, be lived too long; else, it might make me permanently other than I had been, without transforming me into any shape which it would be worth my while to take. But I never considered it as other than a transitory life. There was always a prophetic instinct, a low whisper in my ear, that, within no long period, and whenever a new change of custom should be essential to my good, a change would come.

Meanwhile, there I was, a Surveyor of the Revenue, and, so far as I have been able to understand, as good a Surveyor as need be. A man of thought, fancy, and sensibility, (had he ten times the Surveyor’s proportion of those qualities,) may, at any time, be a man of affairs, if he will only choose to give himself the trouble. My fellow- ofScers, and the merchants and sea- captains with whom my ofScial duties brought me into any manner of connection, viewed me in no other light, and probably knew me in no other character. None of them, I presume, had ever read a page of my inditing, or would have cared a Sg the more for me, if they had read them all; nor would it have mended the matter, in the least, had those same unproStable pages been written with a pen like that of Burns or of Chaucer,4 each of whom was a Custom- House ofScer in his day, as well as I. It is a good lesson— though it may often be a hard one— for a man who has dreamed of literary fame, and of making for himself a rank among the world’s dignitaries by such means, to step aside out of the narrow circle in which his claims are recognized, and to Snd how utterly devoid of signiScance, beyond that circle, is all that he achieves, and all he aims at. I know not that I especially needed the lesson, either in the way of warning or rebuke; but, at any rate, I learned it thor- oughly; nor, it gives me plea sure to re^ect, did the truth, as it came home to my perception, ever cost me a pang, or require to be thrown off in a sigh. In the way of literary talk, it is true, the Naval OfScer— an excellent fellow, who came into ofSce with me, and went out only a little later— would often engage me in a discussion about one or the other of his favorite topics, Napo- leon or Shakspeare. The Collector’s ju nior clerk too,— a young gentleman who, it was whispered, occasionally covered a sheet of Uncle Sam’s letter- paper with what, (at the distance of a few yards,) looked very much like poetry,— used now and then to speak to me of books, as matters with which I might possibly be conversant. This was my all of lettered intercourse; and it was quite sufScient for my necessities.

4. Poets. Geoffrey Chaucer (1340?– 1400) was controller of customs in London (1374– 86). Robert Burns was collector of excise taxes (1789– 1791) in Dumfries, Scotland.

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No longer seeking nor caring that my name should be blazoned abroad on title- pages, I smiled to think that it had now another kind of vogue. The Custom- House marker imprinted it, with a stencil and black paint, on pepper- bags, and baskets of anatto,5 and cigar- boxes, and bales of all kinds of dutiable merchandise, in testimony that these commodities had paid the impost, and gone regularly through the ofSce. Borne on such queer vehicle of fame, a knowledge of my existence, so far as a name conveys it, was car- ried where it had never been before, and, I hope, will never go again.

But the past was not dead. Once in a great while, the thoughts, that had seemed so vital and so active, yet had been put to rest so quietly, revived again. One of the most remarkable occasions, when the habit of bygone days awoke in me, was that which brings it within the law of literary propri- ety to offer the public the sketch which I am now writing.

In the second story of the Custom- House, there is a large room, in which the brick- work and naked raf ters have never been covered with panelling and plaster. The ediSce— originally projected on a scale adapted to the old com- mercial enterprise of the port, and with an idea of subsequent prosperity destined never to be realized— contains far more space than its occupants know what to do with. This airy hall, therefore, over the Collector’s apart- ments, remains unSnished to this day, and, in spite of the aged cobwebs that festoon its dusky beams, appears still to await the labor of the carpenter and mason. At one end of the room, in a recess, were a number of barrels, piled one upon another, containing bundles of ofScial documents. Large quanti- ties of similar rubbish lay lumbering6 the ^oor. It was sorrowful to think how many days, and weeks, and months, and years of toil, had been wasted on these musty papers, which were now only an encumbrance of earth, and were hidden away in this forgotten corner, never more to be glanced at by human eyes. But, then, what reams of other manuscripts— Slled, not with the dul- ness of ofScial formalities, but with the thought of inventive brains and the rich effusion of deep hearts— had gone equally to oblivion; and that, more- over, without serving a purpose in their day, as these heaped up papers had, and— saddest of all— without purchasing for their writers the comfortable livelihood which the clerks of the Custom- House had gained by these worth- less scratchings of the pen! Yet not altogether worthless, perhaps, as materi- als of local history. Here, no doubt, statistics of the former commerce of Salem might be discovered, and memorials of her princely merchants,— old King Derby,— old Billy Gray,— old Simon Forrester,7— and many another magnate in his day; whose powdered head, however, was scarcely in the tomb, before his mountain- pile of wealth began to dwindle. The found ers of the greater part of the families which now compose the aristocracy of Salem might here be traced, from the petty and obscure beginnings of their trafSc, at periods generally much posterior to the Revolution, upward to what their children look upon as long- established rank.

5. Yellowish dye (usually spelled “annatto”). The trowel- shaped stencil was daubed with ink to imprint Hawthorne’s name on goods passing through the port. 6. Cluttering. 7. Captain Simon Forrester (1776– 1851), rich

relative of the Hawthornes. William Gray (1750– 1825) had become lieutenant governor of Massa- chusetts. Elias Haskett Derby (1739– 1799) helped establish Salem as an important maritime trading center.

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Prior to the Revolution, there is a dearth of rec ords; the earlier docu- ments and archives of the Custom- House having, probably, been carried off to Halifax, when all the King’s ofScials accompanied the British army in its ^ight from Boston.8 It has often been a matter of regret with me; for, going back, perhaps, to the days of the Protectorate,9 those papers must have con- tained many references to forgotten or remembered men, and to antique customs, which would have affected me with the same plea sure as when I used to pick up Indian arrow- heads in the Seld near the Old Manse.

But, one idle and rainy day, it was my fortune to make a discovery of some little interest. Poking and burrowing into the heaped- up rubbish in the corner; unfolding one and another document, and reading the names of vessels that had long ago found ered at sea or rotted at the wharves, and those of merchants, never heard of now on ’Change,1 nor very readily deci- pherable on their mossy tombstones; glancing at such matters with the sad- dened, weary, half- reluctant interest which we bestow on the corpse of dead activity,— and exerting my fancy, sluggish with little use, to raise up from these dry bones an image of the old town’s brighter aspect, when India was a new region, and only Salem knew the way thither,— I chanced to lay my hand on a small package, carefully done up in a piece of ancient yellow parchment. This envelope had the air of an ofScial record of some period long past, when clerks engrossed their stiff and formal chirography on more substantial materials than at present. There was something about it that quickened an instinctive curiosity, and made me undo the faded red tape, that tied up the package, with the sense that a trea sure would here be brought to light. Unbending the rigid folds of the parchment cover, I found it to be a commission, under the hand and seal of Governor Shirley, in favor of one Jonathan Pue,2 as Surveyor of his Majesty’s Customs for the port of Salem, in the Province of Massachusetts Bay. I remembered to have read (probably in Felt’s Annals) a notice of the decease of Mr. Surveyor Pue, about fourscore years ago; and likewise, in a newspaper of recent times, an account of the digging up of his remains in the little grave- yard of St. Peter’s Church,3 during the renewal of that ediSce. Nothing, if I rightly call to mind, was left of my respected pre de ces sor, save an imperfect skeleton, and some fragments of apparel, and a wig of majestic frizzle; which, unlike the head that it once adorned, was in very satisfactory preservation. But, on examining the papers which the parchment commission served to envelop, I found more traces of Mr. Pue’s mental part, and the internal operations of his head, than the frizzled wig had contained of the venerable skull itself.

They were documents, in short, not ofScial, but of a private nature, or, at least, written in his private capacity, and apparently with his own hand. I could account for their being included in the heap of Custom- House lumber only by the fact, that Mr. Pue’s death had happened suddenly; and that these

8. General William Howe (1729– 1814) had evac- uated the British troops to Halifax, Nova Scotia, when Washington besieged Boston in 1776, but his transfer of the Salem rec ords is undocu- mented. 9. The years 1653– 60, when Oliver Cromwell (1599– 1658) and then his son Richard (1626– 1712) ruled as Lord Protector of En gland. 1. Exchange, equivalent of the modern stock

exchange. 2. In Joseph B. Felt’s Annals of Salem (1827), Hawthorne read that Jonathan Pue was appointed customs surveyor in 1752 and died in 1760. Wil- liam Shirley (1694– 1771), royal governor of Mas- sachusetts (1741– 49, 1753– 56). 3. The Srst Anglican Church in Salem, which was begun in 1633.

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papers, which he probably kept in his ofScial desk, had never come to the knowledge of his heirs, or were supposed to relate to the business of the rev- enue. On the transfer of the archives to Halifax, this package, proving to be of no public concern, was left behind, and had remained ever since unopened.

The ancient Surveyor— being little molested, I suppose, at that early day, with business pertaining to his ofSce— seems to have devoted some of his many leisure hours to researches as a local antiquarian, and other inquisi- tions of a similar nature. These supplied material for petty activity to a mind that would otherwise have been eaten up with rust. A portion of his facts, by the by, did me good ser vice in the preparation of the article entitled “Main Street,” included in the present volume.4 The remainder may perhaps be applied to purposes equally valuable, hereafter; or not impossibly may be worked up, so far as they go, into a regular history of Salem, should my ven- eration for the natal soil ever impel me to so pious a task. Meanwhile, they shall be at the command of any gentleman, inclined, and competent, to take the unproStable labor off my hands. As a Snal disposition, I contemplate depositing them with the Essex Historical Society.5

But the object that most drew my attention, in the mysterious package, was a certain affair of Sne red cloth, much worn and faded. There were traces about it of gold embroidery, which, however, was greatly frayed and defaced; so that none, or very little, of the glitter was left. It had been wrought, as was easy to perceive, with wonderful skill of needlework; and the stitch (as I am assured by ladies conversant with such mysteries) gives evidence of a now forgotten art, not to be recovered even by the pro cess of picking out the threads. This rag of scarlet cloth,— for time, and wear, and a sacrilegious moth, had reduced it to little other than a rag,— on careful examination, assumed the shape of a letter. It was the capital letter A. By an accurate mea sure ment, each limb proved to be precisely three inches and a quarter in length. It had been intended, there could be no doubt, as an ornamental article of dress; but how it was to be worn, or what rank, honor, and dignity, in by- past times, were signiSed by it, was a riddle which (so evanescent are the fashions of the world in these particulars) I saw little hope of solving. And yet it strangely interested me. My eyes fastened themselves upon the old scarlet letter, and would not be turned aside. Certainly, there was some deep meaning in it, most worthy of interpretation, and which, as it were, streamed forth from the mystic symbol, subtly communicating itself to my sensibilities, but evading the analysis of my mind.

While thus perplexed,— and cogitating, among other hypotheses, whether the letter might not have been one of those decorations which the white men used to contrive, in order to take the eyes of Indians,— I happened to place it on my breast. It seemed to me,— the reader may smile, but must not doubt my word,— it seemed to me, then, that I experienced a sensation not altogether physical, yet almost so, as of burning heat; and as if the letter were not of red cloth, but red- hot iron. I shuddered, and involuntarily let it fall upon the ^oor.

4. Another vestige of the earlier intention to pub- lish several stories and sketches along with The Scarlet Letter.

5. A real institution, which does not contain Hawthorne’s imaginary documents.

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In the absorbing contemplation of the scarlet letter, I had hitherto neglected to examine a small roll of dingy paper, around which it had been twisted. This I now opened, and had the satisfaction to Snd, recorded by the old Surveyor’s pen, a reasonably complete explanation of the whole affair. There were several foolscap sheets,6 containing many particulars respecting the life and conversation of one Hester Prynne, who appeared to have been rather a noteworthy personage in the view of our ancestors. She had ^our- ished during a period between the early days of Massachusetts and the close of the seventeenth century. Aged persons, alive in the time of Mr. Surveyor Pue, and from whose oral testimony he had made up his narrative, remem- bered her, in their youth, as a very old, but not decrepit woman, of a stately and solemn aspect. It had been her habit, from an almost immemorial date, to go about the country as a kind of voluntary nurse, and doing what ever miscellaneous good she might; taking upon herself, likewise, to give advice in all matters, especially those of the heart; by which means, as a person of such propensities inevitably must, she gained from many people the rever- ence due to an angel, but, I should imagine, was looked upon by others as an intruder and a nuisance. Prying farther into the manuscript, I found the record of other doings and sufferings of this singular woman, for most of which the reader is referred to the story entitled “The Scarlet Letter”; and it should be borne carefully in mind, that the main facts of that story are authorized and authenticated by the document of Mr. Surveyor Pue. The original papers, together with the scarlet letter itself,— a most curious relic,— are still in my possession, and shall be freely exhibited to whomsoever, induced by the great interest of the narrative, may desire a sight of them. I must not be understood as afSrming, that, in the dressing up of the tale, and imagining the motives and modes of passion that in^uenced the characters who Sgure in it, I have invariably conSned myself within the limits of the old Surveyor’s half a dozen sheets of foolscap. On the contrary, I have allowed myself, as to such points, nearly or altogether as much license as if the facts had been entirely of my own invention. What I contend for is the authentic- ity of the outline.

This incident recalled my mind, in some degree, to its old track. There seemed to be here the groundwork of a tale. It impressed me as if the ancient Surveyor, in his garb of a hundred years gone by, and wearing his immortal wig,— which was buried with him, but did not perish in the grave,— had met me in the deserted chamber of the Custom- House. In his port7 was the dig- nity of one who had borne his Majesty’s commission, and who was therefore illuminated by a ray of the splendor that shone so dazzlingly about the throne. How unlike, alas! the hang- dog look of a republican ofScial, who, as the servant of the people, feels himself less than the least, and below the lowest, of his masters. With his own ghostly hand, the obscurely seen, but majestic, Sgure had imparted to me the scarlet symbol, and the little roll of explanatory manuscript. With his own ghostly voice, he had exhorted me, on the sacred consideration of my Slial duty and reverence towards him,— who might reasonably regard himself as my ofScial ancestor,— to bring his

6. Sheets of paper 13 by 16 inches, unfolded; often folded to make four 13 by 8 pages.

7. Deportment; bearing.

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mouldy and moth- eaten lucubrations8 before the public. “Do this,” said the ghost of Mr. Surveyor Pue, emphatically nodding the head that looked so imposing within its memorable wig, “do this, and the proSt shall be all your own! You will shortly need it; for it is not in your days as it was in mine, when a man’s ofSce was a life- lease, and oftentimes an heirloom. But, I charge you, in this matter of old Mistress Prynne, give to your pre de ces sor’s memory the credit which will be rightfully its due!” And I said to the ghost of Mr. Surveyor Pue,—“I will!”

On Hester Prynne’s story, therefore, I bestowed much thought. It was the subject of my meditations for many an hour, while pacing to and fro across my room, or traversing, with a hundredfold repetition, the long extent from the front- door of the Custom- House to the side- entrance, and back again. Great were the weariness and annoyance of the old Inspector and the Weighers and Gaugers, whose slumbers were disturbed by the unmercifully lengthened tramp of my passing and returning footsteps. Remembering their own former habits, they used to say that the Surveyor was walking the quarter- deck. They probably fancied that my sole object— and, indeed, the sole object for which a sane man could ever put himself into voluntary motion— was, to get an appetite for dinner. And to say the truth, an appe- tite, sharpened by the east- wind that generally blew along the passage, was the only valuable result of so much indefatigable exercise. So little adapted is the atmosphere of a Custom- House to the delicate harvest of fancy and sensibility, that, had I remained there through ten Presidencies yet to come, I doubt whether the tale of “The Scarlet Letter” would ever have been brought before the public eye. My imagination was a tarnished mirror. It would not re^ect, or only with miserable dimness, the Sgures with which I did my best to people it. The characters of the narrative would not be warmed and rendered malleable, by any heat that I could kindle at my intel- lectual forge. They would take neither the glow of passion nor the tender- ness of sentiment, but retained all the rigidity of dead corpses, and stared me in the face with a Sxed and ghastly grin of contemptuous deSance. “What have you to do with us?” that expression seemed to say. “The little power you might once have possessed over the tribe of unrealities is gone! You have bartered it for a pittance of the public gold. Go, then, and earn your wages!” In short, the almost torpid creatures of my own fancy twitted me with imbecility, and not without fair occasion.

It was not merely during the three hours and a half which Uncle Sam claimed as his share of my daily life, that this wretched numbness held pos- session of me. It went with me on my sea- shore walks and rambles into the country, whenever— which was seldom and reluctantly— I bestirred myself to seek that invigorating charm of Nature, which used to give me such fresh- ness and activity of thought, the moment that I stepped across the threshold of the Old Manse. The same torpor, as regarded the capacity for intellectual effort, accompanied me home, and weighed upon me in the chamber which I most absurdly termed my study. Nor did it quit me, when, late at night, I sat in the deserted parlour, lighted only by the glimmering coal- Sre and the

8. Laborious or pedantic writing (from the Latin for working by candlelight, at night).

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moon, striving to picture forth imaginary scenes, which, the next day, might ^ow out on the brightening page in many- hued description.

If the imaginative faculty refused to act at such an hour, it might well be deemed a hopeless case. Moonlight, in a familiar room, falling so white upon the carpet, and showing all its Sgures so distinctly,— making every object so minutely visible, yet so unlike a morning or noontide visibility,— is a medium the most suitable for a romance- writer to get acquainted with his illusive guests. There is the little domestic scenery of the well- known apartment; the chairs, with each its separate individuality; the centre- table, sustaining a work- basket, a volume or two, and an extinguished lamp; the sofa; the book- case; the picture on the wall;— all these details, so completely seen, are so spiritualized by the unusual light, that they seem to lose their actual sub- stance, and become things of intellect. Nothing is too small or too tri^ing to undergo this change, and acquire dignity thereby. A child’s shoe; the doll, seated in her little wicker carriage; the hobby- horse;—whatever, in a word, has been used or played with, during the day, is now invested with a quality of strangeness and remoteness, though still almost as vividly present as by daylight. Thus, therefore, the ̂ oor of our familiar room has become a neutral territory, somewhere between the real world and fairy- land, where the Actual and the Imaginary may meet, and each imbue itself with the nature of the other. Ghosts might enter here, without affrighting us. It would be too much in keeping with the scene to excite surprise, were we to look about us and discover a form, beloved, but gone hence, now sitting quietly in a streak of this magic moonshine, with an aspect that would make us doubt whether it had returned from afar, or had never once stirred from our Sreside.

The somewhat dim coal- Sre has an essential in^uence in producing the effect which I would describe. It throws its unobtrusive tinge throughout the room, with a faint ruddiness upon the walls and ceiling, and a re^ected gleam from the polish of the furniture. This warmer light mingles itself with the cold spirituality of the moonbeams, and communicates, as it were, a heart and sensibilities of human tenderness to the forms which fancy summons up. It converts them from snow- images into men and women. Glancing at the looking- glass, we behold— deep within its haunted verge— the smouldering glow of the half- extinguished anthracite, the white moon- beams on the ^oor, and a repetition of all the gleam and shadow of the picture, with one remove farther from the actual, and nearer to the imagina- tive. Then, at such an hour, and with this scene before him, if a man, sitting all alone, cannot dream strange things, and make them look like truth, he need never try to write romances.

But, for myself, during the whole of my Custom- House experience, moon- light and sunshine, and the glow of Sre- light, were just alike in my regard; and neither of them was of one whit more avail than the twinkle of a tallow- candle. An entire class of susceptibilities, and a gift connected with them,— of no great richness or value, but the best I had,— was gone from me.

It is my belief, however, that, had I attempted a different order of composi- tion, my faculties would not have been found so pointless and inefScacious. I might, for instance, have contented myself with writing out the narra- tives of a veteran shipmaster, one of the Inspectors, whom I should be most ungrateful not to mention; since scarcely a day passed that he did not stir me to laughter and admiration by his marvellous gifts as a story- teller. Could I

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have preserved the picturesque force of his style, and the humorous coloring which nature taught him how to throw over his descriptions, the result, I honestly believe, would have been something new in literature. Or I might readily have found a more serious task. It was a folly, with the materiality of this daily life pressing so intrusively upon me, to attempt to ^ing myself back into another age; or to insist on creating the semblance of a world out of airy matter, when, at every moment, the impalpable beauty of my soap- bubble was broken by the rude contact of some actual circumstance. The wiser effort would have been, to diffuse thought and imagination through the opaque substance of to- day, and thus to make it a bright transparency; to spiritual- ize the burden that began to weigh so heavily; to seek, resolutely, the true and indestructible value that lay hidden in the petty and wearisome inci- dents, and ordinary characters, with which I was now conversant. The fault was mine. The page of life that was spread out before me seemed dull and commonplace, only because I had not fathomed its deeper import. A better book than I shall ever write was there; leaf after leaf presenting itself to me, just as it was written out by the reality of the ^itting hour, and vanishing as fast as written, only because my brain wanted the insight and my hand the cunning to transcribe it. At some future day, it may be, I shall remember a few scattered fragments and broken paragraphs, and write them down, and Snd the letters turn to gold upon the page.

These perceptions have come too late. At the instant, I was only con- scious that what would have been a plea sure once was now a hopeless toil. There was no occasion to make much moan about this state of affairs. I had ceased to be a writer of tolerably poor tales and essays, and had become a tolerably good Surveyor of the Customs. That was all. But, nevertheless, it is any thing but agreeable to be haunted by a suspicion that one’s intellect is dwindling away; or exhaling, without your consciousness, like ether out of a phial; so that, at every glance, you Snd a smaller and less volatile resid- uum. Of the fact, there could be no doubt; and, examining myself and oth- ers, I was led to conclusions in reference to the effect of public ofSce on the character, not very favorable to the mode of life in question. In some other form, perhaps, I may hereafter develop these effects. SufSce it here to say, that a Custom- House ofScer, of long continuance, can hardly be a very praiseworthy or respectable personage, for many reasons; one of them, the tenure by which he holds his situation, and another, the very nature of his business, which— though, I trust, an honest one— is of such a sort that he does not share in the united effort of mankind.

An effect— which I believe to be observable, more or less, in every individ- ual who has occupied the position— is, that, while he leans on the mighty arm of the Republic, his own proper strength departs from him. He loses, in an extent proportioned to the weakness or force of his original nature, the capability of self- support. If he possess an unusual share of native energy, or the enervating magic of place do not operate too long upon him, his forfeited powers may be redeemable. The ejected ofScer— fortunate in the unkindly shove that sends him forth betimes, to struggle amid a struggling world— may return to himself, and become all that he has ever been. But this seldom happens. He usually keeps his ground just long enough for his own ruin, and is then thrust out, with sinews all unstrung, to totter along the difScult foot- path of life as he best may. Conscious of his own inSrmity,— that his

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tempered steel and elasticity are lost,— he for ever afterwards looks wistfully about him in quest of support external to himself. His pervading and con- tinual hope— a hallucination, which, in the face of all discouragement, and making light of impossibilities, haunts him while he lives, and, I fancy, like the convulsive throes of the cholera, torments him for a brief space after death— is, that, Snally, and in no long time, by some happy coincidence of circumstances, he shall be restored to ofSce. This faith, more than any thing else, steals the pith and availability out of what ever enterprise he may dream of undertaking. Why should he toil and moil, and be at so much trouble to pick himself up out of the mud, when, in a little while hence, the strong arm of his Uncle will raise and support him? Why should he work for his living here, or go to dig gold in California,9 when he is so soon to be made happy, at monthly intervals, with a little pile of glittering coin out of his Uncle’s pocket? It is sadly curious to observe how slight a taste of ofSce sufSces to infect a poor fellow with this singular disease. Uncle Sam’s gold— meaning no disrespect to the worthy old gentleman— has, in this respect, a quality of enchantment like that of the Dev il’s wages. Whoever touches it should look well to himself, or he may Snd the bargain to go hard against him, involving, if not his soul, yet many of its better attributes; its sturdy force, its courage and constancy, its truth, its self- reliance, and all that gives the emphasis to manly character.

Here was a Sne prospect in the distance! Not that the Surveyor brought the lesson home to himself, or admitted that he could be so utterly undone, either by continuance in ofSce, or ejectment. Yet my re^ections were not the most comfortable. I began to grow melancholy and restless; continually pry- ing into my mind, to discover which of its poor properties were gone, and what degree of detriment had already accrued to the remainder. I endeav- oured to calculate how much longer I could stay in the Custom- House, and yet go forth a man. To confess the truth, it was my greatest apprehension,— as it would never be a mea sure of policy to turn out so quiet an individual as myself, and it being hardly in the nature of a public ofScer to resign,— it was my chief trouble, therefore, that I was likely to grow gray and decrepit in the Surveyorship, and become much such another animal as the old Inspector. Might it not, in the tedious lapse of ofScial life that lay before me, Snally be with me as it was with this venerable friend,— to make the dinner- hour the nucleus of the day, and to spend the rest of it, as an old dog spends it, asleep in the sunshine or the shade? A dreary look- forward this, for a man who felt it to be the best deSnition of happiness to live throughout the whole range of his faculties and sensibilities! But, all this while, I was giving myself very unnecessary alarm. Providence had meditated better things for me than I could possibly imagine for myself.

A remarkable event of the third year of my Surveyorship— to adopt the tone of “P.P.”— was the election of General Taylor to the Presidency.1 It is essential, in order to a complete estimate of the advantages of ofScial life, to view the incumbent at the in- coming of a hostile administration. His posi- tion is then one of the most singularly irksome, and, in every contingency,

9. Gold was discovered in California in 1848, set- ting off the Gold Rush of 1849. 1. Zachary Taylor (1784– 1850), Whig president

whose election in 1848 brought about Haw- thorne’s dismissal; Taylor died July 9, 1850, a few months after The Scarlet Letter was published.

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disagreeable, that a wretched mortal can possibly occupy; with seldom an alternative of good, on either hand, although what presents itself to him as the worst event may very probably be the best. But it is a strange experience, to a man of pride and sensibility, to know that his interests are within the control of individuals who neither love nor understand him, and by whom, since one or the other must needs happen, he would rather be injured than obliged. Strange, too, for one who has kept his calmness throughout the contest, to observe the bloodthirstiness that is developed in the hour of tri- umph, and to be conscious that he is himself among its objects! There are few uglier traits of human nature than this tendency— which I now wit- nessed in men no worse than their neighbours— to grow cruel, merely because they possessed the power of in^icting harm. If the guillotine, as applied to ofSce- holders, were a literal fact, instead of one of the most apt of meta phors, it is my sincere belief, that the active members of the victorious party were sufSciently excited to have chopped off all our heads, and have thanked Heaven for the opportunity! It appears to me— who have been a calm and curious observer, as well in victory as defeat— that this Serce and bitter spirit of malice and revenge has never distinguished the many tri- umphs of my own party as it now did that of the Whigs. The Demo crats take the ofSces, as a general rule, because they need them, and because the prac- tice of many years has made it the law of po liti cal warfare, which, unless a different system be proclaimed, it were weakness and cowardice to murmur at. But the long habit of victory has made them generous. They know how to spare, when they see occasion; and when they strike, the axe may be sharp, indeed, but its edge is seldom poisoned with ill- will; nor is it their custom ignominiously to kick the head which they have just struck off.

In short, unpleasant as was my predicament, at best, I saw much reason to congratulate myself that I was on the losing side, rather than the trium- phant one. If, heretofore, I had been none of the warmest of partisans, I began now, at this season of peril and adversity, to be pretty acutely sensible with which party my predilections lay; nor was it without something like regret and shame, that, according to a reasonable calculation of chances, I saw my own prospect of retaining ofSce to be better than those of my Demo cratic brethren. But who can see an inch into futurity, beyond his nose? My own head was the Srst that fell!

The moment when a man’s head drops off is seldom or never, I am inclined to think, precisely the most agreeable of his life. Nevertheless, like the greater part of our misfortunes, even so serious a contingency brings its rem- edy and consolation with it, if the sufferer will but make the best, rather than the worst, of the accident which has befallen him. In my par tic u lar case, the consolatory topics were close at hand, and, indeed, had suggested themselves to my meditations a considerable time before it was requisite to use them. In view of my previous weariness of ofSce, and vague thoughts of resignation, my fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered. In the Custom- House, as before in the Old Manse, I had spent three years; a term long enough to rest a weary brain; long enough to break off old intellectual habits, and make room for new ones; long enough, and too long, to have lived in an unnatural state, doing what was really of no advantage nor delight to any human being, and withholding myself from toil

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that would, at least, have stilled an unquiet impulse in me. Then, moreover, as regarded his unceremonious ejectment, the late Surveyor was not alto- gether ill- pleased to be recognized by the Whigs as an enemy; since his inac- tivity in po liti cal affairs,— his tendency to roam, at will, in that broad and quiet Seld where all mankind may meet, rather than conSne himself to those narrow paths where brethren of the same house hold must diverge from one another,— had sometimes made it questionable with his brother Demo crats whether he was a friend. Now, after he had won the crown of martyrdom, (though with no longer a head to wear it on,) the point might be looked upon as settled. Finally, little heroic as he was, it seemed more decorous to be over- thrown in the downfall of the party with which he had been content to stand, than to remain a forlorn survivor, when so many worthier men were falling; and, at last, after subsisting for four years on the mercy of a hostile adminis- tration, to be compelled then to deSne his position anew, and claim the yet more humiliating mercy of a friendly one.

Meanwhile, the press had taken up my affair, and kept me, for a week or two, careering through the public prints, in my decapitated state, like Irving’s Headless Horse man;2 ghastly and grim, and longing to be buried, as a po liti- cally dead man ought. So much for my Sgurative self. The real human being, all this time, with his head safely on his shoulders, had brought himself to the comfortable conclusion, that every thing was for the best; and, making an investment in ink, paper, and steel- pens, had opened his long- disused writing- desk, and was again a literary man.

Now it was, that the lucubrations of my ancient pre de ces sor, Mr. Surveyor Pue, came into play. Rusty through long idleness, some little space was requi- site before my intellectual machinery could be brought to work upon the tale, with an effect in any degree satisfactory. Even yet, though my thoughts were ultimately much absorbed in the task, it wears, to my eye, a stern and sombre aspect; too much ungladdened by genial sunshine; too little relieved by the tender and familiar in^uences which soften almost every scene of nature and real life, and, undoubtedly, should soften every picture of them. This uncap- tivating effect is perhaps due to the period of hardly accomplished revolution, and still seething turmoil, in which the story shaped itself. It is no indication, however, of a lack of cheerfulness in the writer’s mind; for he was happier, while straying through the gloom of these sunless fantasies, than at any time since he had quitted the Old Manse. Some of the briefer articles, which con- tribute to make up the volume, have likewise been written since my involun- tary withdrawal from the toils and honors of public life, and the remainder are gleaned from annuals and magazines, of such antique date that they have gone round the circle, and come back to novelty again.3 Keeping up the meta- phor of the po liti cal guillotine, the whole may be considered as the Posthu- mous Papers of a Decapitated Surveyor; and the sketch which I am now bringing to a close, if too autobiographical for a modest person to publish in his lifetime, will readily be excused in a gentleman who writes from beyond

2. In Washington Irving’s “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.” “Careering”: running headlong. 3. At the time of writing this article, the author intended to publish, along with ‘The Scarlet Let-

ter,’ several shorter tales and sketches. These it has been thought advisable to defer [Hawthorne’s note].

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the grave. Peace be with all the world! My blessing on my friends! My forgive- ness to my enemies! For I am in the realm of quiet!

The life of the Custom- House lies like a dream behind me. The old Inspector,— who, by the by, I regret to say, was overthrown and killed by a  horse, some time ago; else he would certainly have lived for ever,— he, and all those other venerable personages who sat with him at the receipt of custom, are but shadows in my view; white- headed and wrinkled images, which my fancy used to sport with, and has now ^ung aside for ever. The merchants,— Pingree, Phillips, Shepard, Upton, Kimball, Bertram, Hunt,— these, and many other names, which had such a classic familiarity for my ear six months ago,— these men of trafSc, who seemed to occupy so impor- tant a position in the world,— how little time has it required to disconnect me from them all, not merely in act, but recollection! It is with an effort that I recall the Sgures and appellations of these few. Soon, likewise, my old native town will loom upon me through the haze of memory, a mist brooding over and around it; as if it were no portion of the real earth, but an over- grown village in cloud- land, with only imaginary inhabitants to people its wooden houses, and walk its homely lanes, and the unpicturesque prolixity of its main street. Henceforth, it ceases to be a reality of my life. I am a citi- zen of somewhere else. My good townspeople will not much regret me; for— though it has been as dear an object as any, in my literary efforts, to be of some importance in their eyes, and to win myself a pleasant memory in this abode and burial- place of so many of my forefathers— there has never been, for me, the genial atmosphere which a literary man requires, in order to ripen the best harvest of his mind. I shall do better amongst other faces; and these familiar ones, it need hardly be said, will do just as well without me.

It may be, however,— O, transporting and triumphant thought!— that the great- grandchildren of the present race may sometimes think kindly of the scribbler of bygone days, when the antiquary of days to come, among the sites memorable in the town’s history, shall point out the locality of The Town-Pump!4

The Scarlet Letter

I. The Prison- door

A throng of bearded men, in sad- colored garments and gray, steeple- crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden ediSce, the door of which was heavily timbered with oak, and studded with iron spikes.

The found ers of a new colony, what ever Utopia of human virtue and hap- piness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison. In accordance with this rule, it may safely be assumed that the forefathers of Boston had built the Srst prison- house, somewhere in the vicinity of Cornhill, almost as seasonably as

4. “A Rill from the Town- Pump” (1835), one of Hawthorne’s best- known sketches at the time.

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they marked out the Srst burial- ground, on Isaac Johnson’s lot and round about his grave, which subsequently became the nucleus of all the congre- gated sepulchres in the old church- yard of King’s Chapel.1 Certain it is, that, some Sfteen or twenty years2 after the settlement of the town, the wooden jail was already marked with weather- stains and other indications of age, which gave a yet darker aspect to its beetle- browed and gloomy front. The rust on the ponderous iron- work of its oaken door looked more antique than any thing else in the new world. Like all that pertains to crime, it seemed never to have known a youthful era. Before this ugly ediSce, and between it and the wheel- track of the street, was a grass- plot, much over- grown with burdock, pig- weed, apple- peru, and such unsightly vegetation, which evidently found something congenial in the soil that had so early borne the black ^ower of civilized society, a prison. But, on one side of the portal, and rooted almost at the threshold, was a wild rose- bush, covered, in this month of June, with its delicate gems, which might be imagined to offer their fragrance and fragile beauty to the prisoner as he went in, and to the condemned criminal as he came forth to his doom, in token that the deep heart of Nature could pity and be kind to him.

This rose- bush, by a strange chance, has been kept alive in history; but whether it had merely survived out of the stern old wilderness, so long after the fall of the gigantic pines and oaks that originally overshadowed it,— or whether, as there is fair authority for believing, it had sprung up under the footsteps of the sainted Ann Hutchinson,3 as she entered the prison- door,— we shall not take upon us to determine. Finding it so directly on the thresh- old of our narrative, which is now about to issue from that inauspicious portal, we could hardly do otherwise than pluck one of its ^owers and pre- sent it to the reader. It may serve, let us hope, to symbolize some sweet moral blossom, that may be found along the track, or relieve the darkening close of a tale of human frailty and sorrow.

II. The Market- place

The grass- plot before the jail, in Prison Lane, on a certain summer morn- ing, not less than two centuries ago, was occupied by a pretty large number of the inhabitants of Boston; all with their eyes intently fastened on the iron- clamped oaken door. Amongst any other population, or at a later period in the history of New En gland, the grim rigidity that petriSed the bearded physi- ognomies of these good people would have augured some awful business in hand. It could have betokened nothing short of the anticipated execution of some noted culprit, on whom the sentence of a legal tribunal had but con- Srmed the verdict of public sentiment. But, in that early severity of the Puri- tan character, an inference of this kind could not so indubitably be drawn. It might be that a sluggish bond- servant, or an undutiful child, whom his

1. The Srst Anglican Church in Boston, built in 1688. Isaac Johnson (1601– 1630) died in the Srst year of the settlement of Boston. 2. “Some Sfteen or twenty years” would mean roughly 1645– 50, but Hawthorne’s use of Gover- nor Winthrop’s death in ch. 12 suggests that the action of the novel (except the “Conclusion”) cov-

ers 1642 to 1649. 3. Hutchinson (1591– 1643) hosted prayer meet- ings for women and criticized Boston’s Puritan ministers for allegedly emphasizing the impor- tance of good works over faith. In 1638 she was banished to Rhode Island, where she was later killed by American Indians.

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parents had given over to the civil authority, was to be corrected at the whipping- post. It might be, that an Antinomian,4 a Quaker, or other hetero- dox religionist, was to be scourged out of the town, or an idle and vagrant Indian, whom the white man’s Sre- water had made riotous about the streets, was to be driven with stripes into the shadow of the forest. It might be, too, that a witch, like old Mistress Hibbins,5 the bitter- tempered widow of the magistrate, was to die upon the gallows. In either case, there was very much the same solemnity of demeanour on the part of the spectators; as beStted a people amongst whom religion and law were almost identical, and in whose character both were so thoroughly interfused, that the mildest and the severest acts of public discipline were alike made venerable and awful. Mea- gre, indeed, and cold, was the sympathy that a transgressor might look for, from such bystanders at the scaffold. On the other hand, a penalty which, in our days, would infer a degree of mocking infamy and ridicule, might then be invested with almost as stern a dignity as the punishment of death itself.

It was a circumstance to be noted, on the summer morning when our story begins its course, that the women, of whom there were several in the crowd, appeared to take a peculiar interest in what ever penal in^iction might be expected to ensue. The age had not so much reSnement, that any sense of impropriety restrained the wearers of petticoat and farthingale6 from stepping forth into the public ways, and wedging their not unsubstan- tial persons, if occasion were, into the throng nearest to the scaffold at an execution. Morally, as well as materially, there was a coarser Sbre in those wives and maidens of old En glish birth and breeding, than in their fair descendants, separated from them by a series of six or seven generations; for, throughout that chain of ancestry, every successive mother has trans- mitted to her child a fainter bloom, a more delicate and briefer beauty, and a slighter physical frame, if not a character of less force and solidity, than her own. The women, who were now standing about the prison- door, stood within less than half a century of the period when the man- like Elizabeth7 had been the not altogether unsuitable representative of the sex. They were her countrywomen; and the beef and ale of their native land, with a moral diet not a whit more reSned, entered largely into their composition. The bright morning sun, therefore, shone on broad shoulders and well- developed busts, and on round and ruddy cheeks, that had ripened in the far- off island, and had hardly yet grown paler or thinner in the atmosphere of New En gland. There was, moreover, a boldness and rotundity of speech among these matrons, as most of them seemed to be, that would startle us at the present day, whether in respect to its purport or its volume of tone.

“Goodwives,” said a hard- featured dame of Sfty, “I’ll tell ye a piece of my mind. It would be greatly for the public behoof,8 if we women, being of mature age and church- members in good repute, should have the handling of such malefactresses as this Hester Prynne. What think ye, gossips?9 If the hussy stood up for judgment before us Sve, that are now here in a knot

4. One who believes that salvation comes through grace rather than good works. 5. A real Ann Hibbins was tried for witchcraft in 1655 and executed in 1656.

6. Hoop skirt. 7. Queen Elizabeth I reigned from 1558 to 1603. 8. BeneSt. 9. Friends or companions.

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together, would she come off with such a sentence as the worshipful magis- trates have awarded? Marry, I trow1 not!”

“People say,” said another, “that the Reverend Master Dimmesdale, her godly pastor, takes it very grievously to heart that such a scandal should have come upon his congregation.”

“The magistrates are God- fearing gentlemen, but merciful overmuch,— that is a truth,” added a third autumnal matron. “At the very least, they should have put the brand of a hot iron on Hester Prynne’s forehead. Madam Hester would have winced at that, I warrant me. But she,— the naughty baggage,— little will she care what they put upon the bodice of her gown! Why, look you, she may cover it with a brooch, or such like heathenish adorn- ment, and so walk the streets as brave as ever!”

“Ah, but,” interposed, more softly, a young wife, holding a child by the hand, “let her cover the mark as she will, the pang of it will be always in her heart.”

“What do we talk of marks and brands, whether on the bodice of her gown, or the ^esh of her forehead?” cried another female, the ugliest as well as the most pitiless of these self- constituted judges. “This woman has brought shame upon us all, and ought to die. Is there not law for it? Truly there is, both in the Scripture2 and the statute- book. Then let the magistrates, who have made it of no effect, thank themselves if their own wives and daughters go astray!”

“Mercy on us, goodwife,” exclaimed a man in the crowd, “is there no vir- tue in woman, save what springs from a wholesome fear of the gallows? That is the hardest word yet! Hush, now, gossips; for the lock is turning in the prison- door, and here comes Mistress Prynne herself.”

The door of the jail being ^ung open from within, there appeared, in the Srst place, like a black shadow emerging into the sunshine, the grim and grisly presence of the town- beadle,3 with a sword by his side and his staff of ofSce in his hand. The personage preSgured and represented in his aspect the whole dismal severity of the Puritanic code of law, which it was his busi- ness to administer in its Snal and closest application to the offender. Stretch- ing forth the ofScial staff in his left hand, he laid his right upon the shoulder of a young woman, whom he thus drew forward; until, on the threshold of the prison- door, she repelled him, by an action marked with natural dignity and force of character, and stepped into the open air, as if by her own free- will. She bore in her arms a child, a baby of some three months old, who winked and turned aside its little face from the too vivid light of day; because its exis- tence, heretofore, had brought it acquainted only with the gray twilight of a dungeon, or other darksome apartment of the prison.

When the young woman— the mother of this child— stood fully revealed before the crowd, it seemed to be her Srst impulse to clasp the infant closely to her bosom; not so much by an impulse of motherly affection, as that she might thereby conceal a certain token, which was wrought or fastened into her dress. In a moment, however, wisely judging that one token of her shame

1. Think, suppose. 2. “And the man that committeth adultery with another man’s wife, even he that committeth adultery with his neighbor’s wife, the adulterer

and the adulteress shall surely be put to death” (Leviticus 20.10). 3. A constable.

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would but poorly serve to hide another, she took the baby on her arm, and, with a burning blush, and yet a haughty smile, and a glance that would not be abashed, looked around at her townspeople and neighbours. On the breast of her gown, in Sne red cloth, surrounded with an elaborate embroidery and fantastic ^ourishes of gold thread, appeared the letter A. It was so artistically done, and with so much fertility and gorgeous luxuriance of fancy, that it had all the effect of a last and Stting decoration to the apparel which she wore; and which was of a splendor in accordance with the taste of the age, but greatly beyond what was allowed by the sumptuary regulations4 of the colony.

The young woman was tall, with a Sgure of perfect elegance, on a large scale. She had dark and abundant hair, so glossy that it threw off the sun- shine with a gleam, and a face which, besides being beautiful from regular- ity of feature and richness of complexion, had the impressiveness belonging to a marked brow and deep black eyes. She was lady- like, too, after the man- ner of the feminine gentility of those days; characterized by a certain state and dignity, rather than by the delicate, evanescent, and indescribable grace, which is now recognized as its indication. And never had Hester Prynne appeared more lady- like, in the antique interpretation of the term, than as she issued from the prison. Those who had before known her, and had expected to behold her dimmed and obscured by a disastrous cloud, were astonished, and even startled, to perceive how her beauty shone out, and made a halo of the misfortune and ignominy in which she was enveloped. It may be true, that, to a sensitive observer, there was something exquisitely painful in it. Her attire, which, indeed, she had wrought for the occasion, in prison, and had modelled much after her own fancy, seemed to express the attitude of her spirit, the desperate recklessness of her mood, by its wild and picturesque peculiarity. But the point which drew all eyes, and, as it were, transSgured the wearer,— so that both men and women, who had been familiarly acquainted with Hester Prynne, were now impressed as if they beheld her for the Srst time,— was that Scarlet Letter, so fantastically embroidered and illuminated upon her bosom. It had the effect of a spell, taking her out of the ordinary relations with humanity, and inclosing her in a sphere by herself.

“She hath good skill at her needle, that’s certain,” remarked one of the female spectators; “but did ever a woman, before this brazen hussy, contrive such a way of showing it! Why, gossips, what is it but to laugh in the faces of our godly magistrates, and make a pride out of what they, worthy gentle- men, meant for a punishment?”

“It were well,” muttered the most iron- visaged of the old dames, “if we stripped Madam Hester’s rich gown off her dainty shoulders; and as for the red letter, which she hath stitched so curiously, I’ll bestow a rag of mine own rheumatic ^annel, to make a Stter one!”

“O, peace, neighbours, peace!” whispered their youn gest companion. “Do not let her hear you! Not a stitch in that embroidered letter, but she has felt it in her heart.”

The grim beadle now made a gesture with his staff.

4. Regulations governing elaborateness of apparel allowed to various social ranks.

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“Make way, good people, make way, in the King’s name,” cried he. “Open a passage; and, I promise ye, Mistress Prynne shall be set where man, woman, and child may have a fair sight of her brave apparel, from this time till an hour past meridian. A blessing on the righ teous Colony of the Mas- sachusetts, where iniquity is dragged out into the sunshine! Come along, Madam Hester, and show your scarlet letter in the market- place!”

A lane was forthwith opened through the crowd of spectators. Preceded by the beadle, and attended by an irregular pro cession of stern- browed men and unkindly- visaged women, Hester Prynne set forth towards the place appointed for her punishment. A crowd of eager and curious schoolboys, understanding little of the matter in hand, except that it gave them a half- holiday, ran before her progress, turning their heads continually to stare into her face, and at the winking baby in her arms, and at the ignominious letter on her breast. It was no great distance, in those days, from the prison- door to the market- place. Mea sured by the prisoner’s experience, however, it might be reckoned a journey of some length; for, haughty as her deamean- our was, she perchance underwent an agony from every footstep of those that thronged to see her, as if her heart had been ^ung into the street for them all to spurn and trample upon. In our nature, however, there is a provi- sion, alike marvellous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chie^y by the pang that rankles after it. With almost a serene deportment, therefore, Hester Prynne passed through this portion of her ordeal, and came to a sort of scaf- fold, at the western extremity of the market- place. It stood nearly beneath the eaves of Boston’s earliest church, and appeared to be a Sxture there.

In fact, this scaffold constituted a portion of a penal machine, which now, for two or three generations past, has been merely historical and tradition- ary among us, but was held, in the old time, to be as effectual an agent in the promotion of good citizenship, as ever was the guillotine among the terror- ists of France.5 It was, in short, the platform of the pillory; and above it rose the framework of that instrument of discipline, so fashioned as to conSne the human head in its tight grasp, and thus hold it up to the public gaze. The very ideal of ignominy was embodied and made manifest in this contrivance of wood and iron. There can be no outrage, methinks, against our common nature,— whatever be the delinquencies of the individual,— no outrage more ^agrant than to forbid the culprit to hide his face for shame; as it was the essence of this punishment to do. In Hester Prynne’s instance, however, as not unfrequently in other cases, her sentence bore, that she should stand a certain time upon the platform, but without undergoing that gripe6 about the neck and conSnement of the head, the proneness to which was the most dev ilish characteristic of this ugly engine. Knowing well her part, she ascended a ^ight of wooden steps, and was thus displayed to the surround- ing multitude, at about the height of a man’s shoulders above the street.

Had there been a Papist among the crowd of Puritans, he might have seen in this beautiful woman, so picturesque in her attire and mien, and with the infant at her bosom, an object to remind him of the image of Divine Mater- nity, which so many illustrious paint ers have vied with one another to

5. During the Reign of Terror (1793– 94). 6. Grip (variant spelling).

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represent; something which should remind him, indeed, but only by contrast, of that sacred image of sinless motherhood, whose infant was to redeem the world. Here, there was the taint of deepest sin in the most sacred quality of human life, working such effect, that the world was only the darker for this woman’s beauty, and the more lost for the infant that she had borne.

The scene was not without a mixture of awe, such as must always invest the spectacle of guilt and shame in a fellow- creature, before society shall have grown corrupt enough to smile, instead of shuddering, at it. The wit- nesses of Hester Prynne’s disgrace had not yet passed beyond their simplicity. They were stern enough to look upon her death, had that been the sentence, without a murmur at its severity, but had none of the heartlessness of another social state, which would Snd only a theme for jest in an exhibition like the present. Even had there been a disposition to turn the matter into ridicule, it must have been repressed and overpowered by the solemn presence of men no less digniSed than the Governor, and several of his counsellors, a judge, a general, and the ministers of the town; all of whom sat or stood in a balcony of the meeting- house, looking down upon the platform. When such person- ages could constitute a part of the spectacle, without risking the majesty or reverence of rank and ofSce, it was safely to be inferred that the in^iction of a legal sentence would have an earnest and effectual meaning. Accordingly, the crowd was sombre and grave. The unhappy culprit sustained herself as best a woman might, under the heavy weight of a thousand unrelenting eyes, all fastened upon her, and concentred at her bosom. It was almost intolerable to be borne. Of an impulsive and passionate nature, she had fortiSed herself to encounter the stings and venomous stabs of public contumely, wreaking itself in every variety of insult; but there was a quality so much more terrible in the solemn mood of the pop u lar mind, that she longed rather to behold all those rigid countenances contorted with scornful merriment, and herself the object. Had a roar of laughter burst from the multitude,— each man, each woman, each little shrill- voiced child, contributing their individual parts,— Hester Prynne might have repaid them all with a bitter and disdainful smile. But, under the leaden in^iction which it was her doom to endure, she felt, at moments, as if she must needs shriek out with the full power of her lungs, and cast herself from the scaffold down upon the ground, or else go mad at once.

Yet there were intervals when the whole scene, in which she was the most conspicuous object, seemed to vanish from her eyes, or, at least, glimmered indistinctly before them, like a mass of imperfectly shaped and spectral images. Her mind, and especially her memory, was preternaturally active, and kept bringing up other scenes than this roughly hewn street of a little town, on the edge of the Western wilderness; other faces than were lowering upon her from beneath the brims of those steeple- crowned hats. Reminis- cences, the most tri^ing and immaterial, passages of infancy and school- days, sports, childish quarrels, and the little domestic traits of her maiden years, came swarming back upon her, intermingled with recollections of what ever was gravest in her subsequent life; one picture precisely as vivid as another; as if all were of similar importance, or all alike a play. Possibly, it was an instinctive device of her spirit, to relieve itself, by the exhibition of these phantasmagoric forms, from the cruel weight and hardness of the reality.

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Be that as it might, the scaffold of the pillory was a point of view that revealed to Hester Prynne the entire track along which she had been tread- ing, since her happy infancy. Standing on that miserable eminence, she saw again her native village, in Old En gland, and her paternal home; a decayed house of gray stone, with a poverty- stricken aspect, but retaining a half- obliterated shield of arms over the portal, in token of antique gentility. She saw her father’s face, with its bald brow, and reverend white beard, that ^owed over the old- fashioned Elizabethan ruff;7 her mother’s, too, with the look of heedful and anxious love which it always wore in her remembrance, and which, even since her death, had so often laid the impediment of a gentle remonstrance in her daughter’s pathway. She saw her own face, glow- ing with girlish beauty, and illuminating all the interior of the dusky mirror in which she had been wont to gaze at it. There she beheld another counte- nance, of a man well stricken in years, a pale, thin, scholar- like visage, with eyes dim and bleared by the lamp- light that had served them to pore over many ponderous books. Yet those same bleared optics had a strange, pene- trating power, when it was their own er’s purpose to read the human soul. This Sgure of the study and the cloister, as Hester Prynne’s womanly fancy failed not to recall, was slightly deformed, with the left shoulder a tri^e higher than the right. Next rose before her, in memory’s picture- gallery, the intricate and narrow thoroughfares, the tall, gray houses, the huge cathe- drals, and the public ediSces, ancient in date and quaint in architecture, of a Continental city,8 where a new life had awaited her, still in connection with the misshapen scholar; a new life, but feeding itself on time- worn mate- rials, like a tuft of green moss on a crumbling wall. Lastly, in lieu of these shifting scenes, came back the rude market- place of the Puritan settlement, with all the townspeople assembled and levelling their stern regards at Hester Prynne,— yes, at herself,— who stood on the scaffold of the pillory, an infant on her arm, and the letter A, in scarlet, fantastically embroidered with gold thread, upon her bosom!

Could it be true? She clutched the child so Sercely to her breast, that it sent forth a cry; she turned her eyes downward at the scarlet letter, and even touched it with her Snger, to assure herself that the infant and the shame were real. Yes!— these were her realities,— all else had vanished!

III. The Recognition

From this intense consciousness of being the object of severe and universal observation, the wearer of the scarlet letter was at length relieved by dis- cerning, on the outskirts of the crowd, a Sgure which irresistibly took pos- session of her thoughts. An Indian, in his native garb, was standing there; but the red men were not so infrequent visitors of the En glish settlements, that one of them would have attracted any notice from Hester Prynne, at such a time; much less would he have excluded all other objects and ideas from her mind. By the Indian’s side, and evidently sustaining a companionship

7. Elaborate, stif^y starched collar worn by the wealthier classes (men and women) in the 16th and 17th centuries. 8. Amsterdam (as noted in the next chapter),

where many En glish Separatists and Puritans gathered before gaining permission to settle in the colonies.

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with him, stood a white man, clad in a strange disarray of civilized and sav- age costume.

He was small in stature, with a furrowed visage, which, as yet, could hardly be termed aged. There was a remarkable intelligence in his features, as of a person who had so cultivated his mental part that it could not fail to mould the physical to itself, and become manifest by unmistakable tokens. Although, by a seemingly careless arrangement of his heterogeneous garb, he had endeavoured to conceal or abate the peculiarity, it was sufSciently evident to Hester Prynne, that one of this man’s shoulders rose higher than the other. Again, at the Srst instant of perceiving that thin visage, and the slight deformity of the Sgure, she pressed her infant to her bosom, with so convulsive a force that the poor babe uttered another cry of pain. But the mother did not seem to hear it.

At his arrival in the market- place, and some time before she saw him, the stranger had bent his eyes on Hester Prynne. It was carelessly, at Srst, like a man chie^y accustomed to look inward, and to whom external matters are of little value and import, unless they bear relation to something within his mind. Very soon, however, his look became keen and penetrative. A writhing horror twisted itself across his features, like a snake gliding swiftly over them, and making one little pause, with all its wreathed intervolutions in open sight. His face darkened with some powerful emotion, which, never- theless, he so instantaneously controlled by an effort of his will, that, save at a single moment, its expression might have passed for calmness. After a brief space, the convulsion grew almost imperceptible, and Snally subsided into the depths of his nature. When he found the eyes of Hester Prynne fastened on his own, and saw that she appeared to recognize him, he slowly and calmly raised his Snger, made a gesture with it in the air, and laid it on his lips.

Then, touching the shoulder of a townsman who stood next to him, he addressed him in a formal and courteous manner.

“I pray you, good Sir,” said he, “who is this woman?— and wherefore is she here set up to public shame?”

“You must needs be a stranger in this region, friend,” answered the towns- man, looking curiously at the questioner and his savage companion; “else you would surely have heard of Mistress Hester Prynne, and her evil doings. She hath raised a great scandal, I promise you, in godly Master Dimmes- dale’s church.”

“You say truly,” replied the other. “I am a stranger, and have been a wan- derer, sorely against my will. I have met with grievous mishaps by sea and land, and have been long held in bonds among the heathen- folk, to the southward; and am now brought hither by this Indian, to be redeemed out of my captivity. Will it please you, therefore, to tell me of Hester Prynne’s,— have I her name rightly?— of this woman’s offences, and what has brought her to yonder scaffold?”

“Truly, friend, and methinks it must gladden your heart, after your trou- bles and sojourn in the wilderness,” said the townsman, “to Snd yourself, at length, in a land where iniquity is searched out, and punished in the sight of rulers and people; as here in our godly New En gland. Yonder woman, Sir, you must know, was the wife of a certain learned man, En glish by birth, but who had long dwelt in Amsterdam, whence, some good time agone, he was minded to cross over and cast in his lot with us of the Massachusetts. To

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this purpose, he sent his wife before him, remaining himself to look after some necessary affairs. Marry, good Sir, in some two years, or less, that the woman has been a dweller here in Boston, no tidings have come of this learned gentleman, Master Prynne; and his young wife, look you, being left to her own misguidance——”

“Ah!—aha!—I conceive you,” said the stranger, with a bitter smile. “So learned a man as you speak of should have learned this too in his books. And who, by your favor, Sir, may be the father of yonder babe— it is some three or four months old, I should judge— which Mistress Prynne is holding in her arms?”

“Of a truth, friend, that matter remaineth a riddle; and the Daniel who shall expound it is yet a-wanting,”9 answered the townsman. “Madam Hes- ter absolutely refuseth to speak, and the magistrates have laid their heads together in vain. Peradventure the guilty one stands looking on at this sad spectacle, unknown of man, and forgetting that God sees him.”

“The learned man,” observed the stranger, with another smile, “should come himself to look into the mystery.”

“It behooves him well, if he be still in life,” responded the townsman. “Now, good Sir, our Massachusetts magistracy, bethinking themselves that this woman is youthful and fair, and doubtless was strongly tempted to her fall;— and that, moreover, as is most likely, her husband may be at the bottom of the sea;— they have not been bold to put in force the extremity of our righ teous law against her. The penalty thereof is death. But, in their great mercy and tenderness of heart, they have doomed Mistress Prynne to stand only a space of three hours on the platform of the pillory, and then and there- after, for the remainder of her natural life, to wear a mark of shame upon her bosom.”

“A wise sentence!” remarked the stranger, gravely bowing his head. “Thus she will be a living sermon against sin, until the ignominious letter be engraved upon her tombstone. It irks me, nevertheless, that the partner of her iniquity should not, at least, stand on the scaffold by her side. But he will be known!— he will be known!— he will be known!”

He bowed courteously to the communicative townsman, and, whispering a few words to his Indian attendant, they both made their way through the crowd.

While this passed, Hester Prynne had been standing on her pedestal, still with a Sxed gaze towards the stranger; so Sxed a gaze, that, at moments of intense absorption, all other objects in the visible world seemed to vanish, leaving only him and her. Such an interview, perhaps, would have been more terrible than even to meet him as she now did, with the hot, midday sun burning down upon her face, and lighting up its shame; with the scarlet token of infamy on her breast; with the sin- born infant in her arms; with a whole people, drawn forth as to a festival, staring at the features that should have been seen only in the quiet gleam of the Sreside, in the happy shadow of a home, or beneath a matronly veil, at church. Dreadful as it was, she was conscious of a shelter in the presence of these thousand witnesses. It was bet-

9. Allusion to Daniel’s interpretation of the handwriting on the wall during the Babylonian king Belshaz- zar’s great feast (Daniel 5.12).

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ter to stand thus, with so many betwixt him and her, than to greet him, face to face, they two alone. She ^ed for refuge, as it were, to the public exposure, and dreaded the moment when its protection should be withdrawn from her. Involved in these thoughts, she scarcely heard a voice behind her, until it had repeated her name more than once, in a loud and solemn tone, audible to the whole multitude.

“Hearken unto me, Hester Prynne!” said the voice. It has already been noticed, that directly over the platform on which

Hester Prynne stood was a kind of balcony, or open gallery, appended to the meeting- house. It was the place whence proclamations were wont to be made, amidst an assemblage of the magistracy, with all the ceremonial that attended such public observances in those days. Here, to witness the scene which we are describing, sat Governor Bellingham himself with four ser- geants about his chair, bearing halberds,1 as a guard of honor. He wore a dark feather in his hat, a border of embroidery on his cloak, and a black velvet tunic beneath; a gentleman advanced in years, and with a hard experience written in his wrinkles. He was not ill Stted to be the head and representative of a community, which owed its origin and progress, and its present state of development, not to the impulses of youth, but to the stern and tempered energies of manhood, and the sombre sagacity of age; accomplishing so much, precisely because it imagined and hoped so little. The other eminent characters, by whom the chief ruler was surrounded, were distinguished by a dignity of mien, belonging to a period when the forms of authority were felt to possess the sacredness of divine institutions. They were, doubtless, good men, just, and sage. But, out of the whole human family, it would not have been easy to select the same number of wise and virtuous persons, who should be less capable of sitting in judgment on an erring woman’s heart, and disentangling its mesh of good and evil, than the sages of rigid aspect towards whom Hester Prynne now turned her face. She seemed conscious, indeed, that what ever sympathy she might expect lay in the larger and warmer heart of the multitude; for, as she lifted her eyes towards the balcony, the unhappy woman grew pale and trembled.

The voice which had called her attention was that of the reverend and famous John Wilson,2 the eldest clergyman of Boston, a great scholar, like most of his contemporaries in the profession, and withal a man of kind and genial spirit. This last attribute, however, had been less carefully developed than his intellectual gifts, and was, in truth, rather a matter of shame than self- congratulation with him. There he stood, with a border of grizzled locks beneath his skull- cap; while his gray eyes, accustomed to the shaded light of his study, were winking, like those of Hester’s infant, in the unadulterated sunshine. He looked like the darkly engraved portraits which we see pre- Sxed to old volumes of sermons; and had no more right than one of those portraits would have, to step forth, as he now did, and meddle with a ques- tion of human guilt, passion, and anguish.

1. Long- handled weapons with an ax on one side and a steel spike on the other. The historical Richard Bellingham (c. 1592– 1672) came to Bos- ton in 1634 and was governor in 1641, 1654, and 1665– 72. 2. The historical John Wilson (1588– 1667) was a

Congregational minister who came to Boston with the Srst settlers, in 1630. Hutchinson had criticized the preaching of Wilson in par tic u lar; at Hutchinson’s trial of 1638, it was Wilson who excommunicated her.

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“Hester Prynne,” said the clergyman, “I have striven with my young brother here, under whose preaching of the word you have been privileged to sit,”— here Mr. Wilson laid his hand on the shoulder of a pale young man beside him,—“I have sought, I say, to persuade this godly youth, that he should deal with you, here in the face of Heaven, and before these wise and upright rul- ers, and in hearing of all the people, as touching the vileness and blackness of your sin. Knowing your natural temper better than I, he could the better judge what arguments to use, whether of tenderness or terror, such as might prevail over your hardness and obstinacy; insomuch that you should no longer hide the name of him who tempted you to this grievous fall. But he opposes to me, (with a young man’s oversoftness, albeit wise beyond his years,) that it were wronging the very nature of woman to force her to lay open her heart’s secrets in such broad daylight, and in presence of so great a multitude. Truly, as I sought to convince him, the shame lay in the commis- sion of the sin, and not in the showing of it forth. What say you to it, once again, brother Dimmesdale? Must it be thou or I that shall deal with this poor sinner’s soul?”

There was a murmur among the digniSed and reverend occupants of the balcony; and Governor Bellingham gave expression to its purport, speaking in an authoritative voice, although tempered with respect towards the youth- ful clergyman whom he addressed.

“Good Master Dimmesdale,” said he, “the responsibility of this woman’s soul lies greatly with you. It behooves you, therefore, to exhort her to repen- tance, and to confession, as a proof and consequence thereof.”

The directness of this appeal drew the eyes of the whole crowd upon the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale; a young clergyman, who had come from one of the great En glish universities, bringing all the learning of the age into our wild forest- land. His eloquence and religious fervor had already given the earnest of high eminence in his profession. He was a person of very striking aspect, with a white, lofty, and impending brow, large, brown, melancholy eyes, and a mouth which, unless when he forcibly compressed it, was apt to be tremulous, expressing both ner vous sensibility and a vast power of self- restraint. Notwithstanding his high native gifts and scholar- like attainments, there was an air about this young minister,— an apprehensive, a startled, a half- frightened look,— as of a being who felt himself quite astray and at a loss in the pathway of human existence, and could only be at ease in some seclusion of his own. Therefore, so far as his duties would permit, he trode in the shadowy by- paths, and thus kept himself simple and childlike; coming forth, when occasion was, with a freshness, and fragrance, and dewy purity of thought, which, as many people said, affected them like the speech of an angel.

Such was the young man whom the Reverend Mr. Wilson and the Gover- nor had introduced so openly to the public notice, bidding him speak, in the hearing of all men, to that mystery of a woman’s soul, so sacred even in its pollution. The trying nature of his position drove the blood from his cheek, and made his lips tremulous.

“Speak to the woman, my brother,” said Mr. Wilson. “It is of moment to her soul, and therefore, as the worshipful Governor says, momentous to thine own, in whose charge hers is. Exhort her to confess the truth!”

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The Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale bent his head, in silent prayer, as it seemed, and then came forward.

“Hester Prynne,” said he, leaning over the balcony, and looking down steadfastly into her eyes, “thou hearest what this good man says, and seest the accountability under which I labor. If thou feelest it to be for thy soul’s peace, and that thy earthly punishment will thereby be made more effectual to salvation, I charge thee to speak out the name of thy fellow- sinner and fel- low sufferer! Be not silent from any mistaken pity and tenderness for him; for, believe me, Hester, though he were to step down from a high place, and stand there beside thee, on thy pedestal of shame, yet better were it so, than to hide a guilty heart through life. What can thy silence do for him, except it tempt him— yea, compel him, as it were— to add hypocrisy to sin? Heaven hath granted thee an open ignominy, that thereby thou mayest work out an open triumph over the evil within thee, and the sorrow without. Take heed how thou deniest to him— who, perchance, hath not the courage to grasp it for himself— the bitter, but wholesome, cup that is now presented to thy lips!”

The young pastor’s voice was tremulously sweet, rich, deep, and broken. The feeling that it so evidently manifested, rather than the direct purport of the words, caused it to vibrate within all hearts, and brought the listeners into one accord of sympathy. Even the poor baby, at Hester’s bosom, was affected by the same in^uence; for it directed its hitherto vacant gaze towards Mr. Dimmesdale, and held up its little arms, with half pleased, half plaintive murmur. So powerful seemed the minister’s appeal, that the people could not believe but that Hester Prynne would speak out the guilty name; or else that the guilty one himself, in what ever high or lowly place he stood, would be drawn forth by an inward and inevitable necessity, and compelled to ascend the scaffold.

Hester shook her head. “Woman, transgress not beyond the limits of Heaven’s mercy!” cried the

Reverend Mr. Wilson, more harshly than before. “That little babe hath been gifted with a voice, to second and conSrm the counsel which thou hast heard. Speak out the name! That, and thy repentance, may avail to take the scarlet letter off thy breast.”

“Never!” replied Hester Prynne, looking, not at Mr. Wilson, but into the deep and troubled eyes of the younger clergyman. “It is too deeply branded. Ye cannot take it off. And would that I might endure his agony, as well as mine!”

“Speak, woman!” said another voice, coldly and sternly, proceeding from the crowd about the scaffold. “Speak; and give your child a father!”

“I will not speak!” answered Hester, turning pale as death, but respond- ing to this voice, which she too surely recognized. “And my child must seek a heavenly Father; she shall never know an earthly one!”

“She will not speak!” murmured Mr. Dimmesdale, who, leaning over the balcony, with his hand upon his heart, had awaited the result of his appeal. He now drew back, with a long respiration. “Wondrous strength and gener- osity of a woman’s heart! She will not speak!”

Discerning the impracticable state of the poor culprit’s mind, the elder clergyman, who had carefully prepared himself for the occasion, addressed to the multitude a discourse on sin, in all its branches, but with continual reference to the ignominious letter. So forcibly did he dwell upon this symbol,

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for the hour or more during which his periods were rolling over the people’s heads, that it assumed new terrors in their imagination, and seemed to derive its scarlet hue from the ^ames of the infernal pit. Hester Prynne, meanwhile, kept her place upon the pedestal of shame, with glazed eyes, and an air of weary indifference. She had borne, that morning, all that nature could endure; and as her temperament was not of the order that escapes from too intense suffering by a swoon, her spirit could only shelter itself beneath a stony crust of insensibility, while the faculties of animal life remained entire. In this state, the voice of the preacher thundered remorselessly, but unavail- ingly, upon her ears. The infant, during the latter portion of her ordeal, pierced the air with its wailings and screams; she strove to hush it, mechani- cally, but seemed scarcely to sympathize with its trouble. With the same hard demeanour, she was led back to prison, and vanished from the public gaze within its iron- clamped portal. It was whispered, by those who peered after her, that the scarlet letter threw a lurid gleam along the dark passage- way of the interior.

IV. The Interview

After her return to the prison, Hester Prynne was found to be in a state of ner vous excitement that demanded constant watchfulness, lest she should perpetrate violence on herself, or do some half- frenzied mischief to the poor babe. As night approached, it proving impossible to quell her insubor- dination by rebuke or threats of punishment, Master Brackett, the jailer, thought St to introduce a physician. He described him as a man of skill in all Christian modes of physical science, and likewise familiar with what- ever the savage people could teach, in respect to medicinal herbs and roots that grew in the forest. To say the truth, there was much need of profes- sional assistance, not merely for Hester herself, but still more urgently for the child; who, drawing its sustenance from the maternal bosom, seemed to have drank in with it all the turmoil, the anguish, and despair, which per- vaded the mother’s system. It now writhed in convulsions of pain, and was a forcible type,3 in its little frame, of the moral agony which Hester Prynne had borne throughout the day.

Closely following the jailer into the dismal apartment, appeared that indi- vidual, of singular aspect, whose presence in the crowd had been of such deep interest to the wearer of the scarlet letter. He was lodged in the prison, not as suspected of any offence, but as the most con ve nient and suitable mode of disposing of him, until the magistrates should have conferred with the Indian sagamores4 respecting his ransom. His name was announced as Roger Chillingworth. The jailer, after ushering him into the room, remained a moment, marvelling at the comparative quiet that followed his entrance; for Hester Prynne had immediately become as still as death, although the child continued to moan.

“Prithee, friend, leave me alone with my patient,” said the practitioner. “Trust me, good jailer, you shall brie^y have peace in your house; and, I promise you, Mistress Prynne shall hereafter be more amenable to just authority than you may have found her heretofore.”

3. Symbol or emblem. 4. Chiefs.

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“Nay, if your worship can accomplish that,” answered Master Brackett, “I shall own you for a man of skill indeed! Verily, the woman hath been like a possessed one; and there lacks little, that I should take in hand to drive Satan out of her with stripes.”

The stranger had entered the room with the characteristic quietude of the profession to which he announced himself as belonging. Nor did his demean- our change, when the withdrawal of the prison- keeper left him face to face with the woman, whose absorbed notice of him, in the crowd, had intimated so close a relation between himself and her. His Srst care was given to the child; whose cries, indeed, as she lay writhing on the trundle- bed, made it of peremptory necessity to postpone all other business to the task of soothing her. He examined the infant carefully, and then proceeded to unclasp a leathern case, which he took from beneath his dress. It appeared to contain certain medical preparations, one of which he mingled with a cup of water.

“My old studies in alchemy,” observed he, “and my sojourn, for above a year past, among a people well versed in the kindly properties of simples,5 have made a better physician of me than many that claim the medical degree. Here, woman! The child is yours,— she is none of mine,— neither will she recognize my voice or aspect as a father’s. Administer this draught, therefore, with thine own hand.”

Hester repelled the offered medicine, at the same time gazing with strongly marked apprehension into his face.

“Wouldst thou avenge thyself on the innocent babe?” whispered she. “Foolish woman!” responded the physician, half coldly, half soothingly.

“What should ail me to harm this misbegotten and miserable babe? The medicine is potent for good; and were it my child,— yea, mine own, as well as thine!— I could do no better for it.”

As she still hesitated, being, in fact, in no reasonable state of mind, he took the infant in his arms, and himself administered the draught. It soon proved its efScacy, and redeemed the leech’s6 pledge. The moans of the lit- tle patient subsided; its convulsive tossings gradually ceased; and in a few moments, as is the custom of young children after relief from pain, it sank into a profound and dewy slumber. The physician, as he had a fair right to be termed, next bestowed his attention on the mother. With calm and intent scrutiny, he felt her pulse, looked into her eyes,— a gaze that made her heart shrink and shudder, because so familiar, and yet so strange and cold,— and, Snally, satisSed with his investigation, proceeded to mingle another draught.

“I know not Lethe nor Nepenthe,” remarked he; “but I have learned many new secrets in the wilderness, and here is one of them,— a recipe that an Indian taught me, in requital of some lessons of my own, that were as old as Paracelsus.7 Drink it! It may be less soothing than a sinless conscience. That I cannot give thee. But it will calm the swell and heaving of thy pas- sion, like oil thrown on the waves of a tempestuous sea.”

5. Herbal medicines. 6. Doctor; from the use of leeches (usually freshwater worms) in drawing blood from patients at a time when bloodletting was commonly pre- scribed for many illnesses.

7. Swiss alchemist (1493– 1541). In Greek mythol- ogy the water of Lethe, a river in the underworld, caused oblivion. “Nepenthe”: an ancient drug (perhaps opium) that induced forgetfulness of pain.

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He presented the cup to Hester, who received it with a slow, earnest look into his face; not precisely a look of fear, yet full of doubt and questioning, as to what his purposes might be. She looked also at her slumbering child.

“I have thought of death,” said she,—“have wished for it,— would even have prayed for it, were it St that such as I should pray for any thing. Yet, if death be in this cup, I bid thee think again, ere thou beholdest me quaff it. See! It is even now at my lips.”

“Drink, then,” replied he, still with the same cold composure. “Dost thou know me so little, Hester Prynne? Are my purposes wont to be so shallow? Even if I imagine a scheme of vengeance, what could I do better for my object than to let thee live,— than to give thee medicines against all harm and peril of life,— so that this burning shame may still blaze upon thy bosom?”— As he spoke, he laid his long foreSnger on the scarlet letter, which forthwith seemed to scorch into Hester’s breast, as if it had been red- hot. He noticed her involuntary gesture, and smiled.—“Live, therefore, and bear about thy doom with thee, in the eyes of men and women,— in the eyes of him whom thou didst call thy husband,— in the eyes of yonder child! And, that thou mayest live, take off this draught.”

Without further expostulation or delay, Hester Prynne drained the cup, and, at the motion of the man of skill, seated herself on the bed where the child was sleeping; while he drew the only chair which the room afforded, and took his own seat beside her. She could not but tremble at these prepa- rations; for she felt that— having now done all that humanity, or principle, or, if so it were, a reSned cruelty, impelled him to do, for the relief of physi- cal suffering— he was next to treat with her as the man whom she had most deeply and irreparably injured.

“Hester,” said he, “I ask not wherefore, nor how, thou hast fallen into the pit, or say rather, thou hast ascended to the pedestal of infamy, on which I found thee. The reason is not far to seek. It was my folly, and thy weakness. I,— a man of thought,— the bookworm of great libraries,— a man already in decay, having given my best years to feed the hungry dream of knowledge,— what had I to do with youth and beauty like thine own! Misshapen from my birth- hour, how could I delude myself with the idea that intellectual gifts might veil physical deformity in a young girl’s fantasy! Men call me wise. If sages were ever wise in their own behoof, I might have foreseen all this. I might have known that, as I came out of the vast and dismal forest, and entered this settlement of Christian men, the very Srst object to meet my eyes would be thyself, Hester Prynne, standing up, a statue of ignominy, before the people. Nay, from the moment when we came down the old church- steps together, a married pair, I might have beheld the bale- Sre8 of that scarlet letter blazing at the end of our path!”

“Thou knowest,” said Hester,— for, depressed as she was, she could not endure this last quiet stab at the token of her shame,—“thou knowest that I was frank with thee. I felt no love, nor feigned any.”

“True!” replied he. “It was my folly! I have said it. But, up to that epoch of my life, I had lived in vain. The world had been so cheerless! My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without

8. Outdoor Sre often used as a signal.

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a house hold Sre. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream,— old as I was, and sombre as I was, and misshapen as I was,— that the simple bliss, which is scattered far and wide, for all mankind to gather up, might yet be mine. And so, Hester, I drew thee into my heart, into its innermost chamber, and sought to warm thee by the warmth which thy presence made there!”

“I have greatly wronged thee,” murmured Hester. “We have wronged each other,” answered he. “Mine was the Srst wrong,

when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural relation with my decay. Therefore, as a man who has not thought and philosophized in vain, I seek no vengeance, plot no evil against thee. Between thee and me, the scale hangs fairly balanced. But, Hester, the man lives who has wronged us both! Who is he?”

“Ask me not!” replied Hester Prynne, looking Srmly into his face. “That thou shalt never know!”

“Never, sayest thou?” rejoined he, with a smile of dark and self- relying intelligence. “Never know him! Believe me, Hester, there are few things,— whether in the outward world, or, to a certain depth, in the invisible sphere of thought,— few things hidden from the man, who devotes himself ear- nestly and unreservedly to the solution of a mystery. Thou mayest cover up thy secret from the prying multitude. Thou mayest conceal it, too, from the ministers and magistrates, even as thou didst this day, when they sought to wrench the name out of thy heart, and give thee a partner on thy pedestal. But, as for me, I come to the inquest with other senses than they possess. I shall seek this man, as I have sought truth in books; as I have sought gold in alchemy. There is a sympathy that will make me conscious of him. I shall see him tremble. I shall feel myself shudder, suddenly and unawares. Sooner or later, he must needs be mine!”

The eyes of the wrinkled scholar glowed so intensely upon her, that Hes- ter Prynne clasped her hands over her heart, dreading lest he should read the secret there at once.

“Thou wilt not reveal his name? Not the less he is mine,” resumed he, with a look of conSdence, as if destiny were at one with him. “He bears no letter of infamy wrought into his garment, as thou dost; but I shall read it on his heart. Yet fear not for him! Think not that I shall interfere with Heaven’s own method of retribution, or, to my own loss, betray him to the gripe of human law. Neither do thou imagine that I shall contrive aught against his life, no, nor against his fame; if, as I judge, he be a man of fair repute. Let him live! Let him hide himself in outward honor, if he may! Not the less he shall be mine!”

“Thy acts are like mercy,” said Hester, bewildered and appalled. “But thy words interpret thee as a terror!”

“One thing, thou that wast my wife, I would enjoin upon thee,” contin- ued the scholar. “Thou hast kept the secret of thy paramour. Keep, like- wise, mine! There are none in this land that know me. Breathe not, to any human soul, that thou didst ever call me husband! Here, on this wild out- skirt of the earth, I shall pitch my tent; for, elsewhere a wanderer, and iso- lated from human interests, I Snd here a woman, a man, a child, amongst whom and myself there exist the closest ligaments. No matter whether of love or hate; no matter whether of right or wrong! Thou and thine, Hester

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Prynne, belong to me. My home is where thou art, and where he is. But betray me not!”

“Wherefore dost thou desire it?” inquired Hester, shrinking, she hardly knew why, from this secret bond. “Why not announce thyself openly, and cast me off at once?”

“It may be,” he replied, “because I will not encounter the dishonor that besmirches the husband of a faithless woman. It may be for other reasons. Enough, it is my purpose to live and die unknown. Let, therefore, thy hus- band be to the world as one already dead, and of whom no tidings shall ever come. Recognize me not, by word, by sign, by look! Breathe not the secret, above all, to the man thou wottest9 of. Shouldst thou fail me in this, beware! His fame, his position, his life, will be in my hands. Beware!”

“I will keep thy secret, as I have his,” said Hester. “Swear it!” rejoined he. And she took the oath. “And now, Mistress Prynne,” said old Roger Chillingworth, as he was

hereafter to be named, “I leave thee alone; alone with thy infant, and the scarlet letter! How is it, Hester? Doth thy sentence bind thee to wear the token in thy sleep? Art thou not afraid of nightmares and hideous dreams?”

“Why dost thou smile so at me?” inquired Hester, troubled at the expres- sion of his eyes. “Art thou like the Black Man1 that haunts the forest round about us? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will prove the ruin of my soul?”

“Not thy soul,” he answered, with another smile. “No, not thine!”

V. Hester at Her Needle

Hester Prynne’s term of conSnement was now at an end. Her prison- door was thrown open, and she came forth into the sunshine, which, falling on all alike, seemed, to her sick and morbid heart, as if meant for no other purpose than to reveal the scarlet letter on her breast. Perhaps there was a more real torture in her Srst unattended footsteps from the threshold of the prison, than even in the pro cession and spectacle that have been described, where she was made the common infamy, at which all mankind was sum- moned to point its Snger. Then, she was supported by an unnatural tension of the nerves, and by all the combative energy of her character, which enabled her to convert the scene into a kind of lurid triumph. It was, more- over, a separate and insulated event, to occur but once in her lifetime, and to meet which, therefore, reckless of economy, she might call up the vital strength that would have sufSced for many quiet years. The very law that condemned her— a giant of stern features, but with vigor to support, as well as to annihilate, in his iron arm— had held her up, through the terrible ordeal of her ignominy. But now, with this unattended walk from her prison- door, began the daily custom, and she must either sustain and carry it forward by the ordinary resources of her nature, or sink beneath it. She could no lon- ger borrow from the future, to help her through the present grief. To- morrow would bring its own trial with it; so would the next day, and so

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would the next; each its own trial, and yet the very same that was now so unutterably grievous to be borne. The days of the far- off future would toil onward, still with the same burden for her to take up, and bear along with her, but never to ^ing down; for the accumulating days, and added years, would pile up their misery upon the heap of shame. Throughout them all, giving up her individuality, she would become the general symbol at which the preacher and moralist might point, and in which they might vivify and embody their images of woman’s frailty and sinful passion. Thus the young and pure would be taught to look at her, with the scarlet letter ^aming on her breast,— at her, the child of honorable parents,— at her, the mother of a babe, that would hereafter be a woman,— at her, who had once been innocent,— as the Sgure, the body, the reality of sin. And over her grave, the infamy that she must carry thither would be her only monument.

It may seem marvellous, that, with the world before her,— kept by no restrictive clause of her condemnation within the limits of the Puritan settle- ment, so remote and so obscure,— free to return to her birthplace, or to any other Eu ro pe an land, and there hide her character and identity under a new exterior, as completely as if emerging into another state of being,— and hav- ing also the passes of the dark, inscrutable forest open to her, where the wild- ness of her nature might assimilate itself with a people whose customs and life were alien from the law that had condemned her,— it may seem marvel- lous, that this woman should still call that place her home, where, and where only, she must needs be the type of shame. But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invari- ably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost- like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the color to their lifetime; and still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it. Her sin, her ignominy, were the roots which she had struck into the soil. It was as if a new birth, with stronger assimilations than the Srst, had converted the forest- land, still so uncongenial to every other pilgrim and wanderer, into Hester Prynne’s wild and dreary, but life- long home. All other scenes of earth— even that village of rural En gland, where happy infancy and stainless maidenhood seemed yet to be in her mother’s keeping, like garments put off long ago— were foreign to her, in comparison. The chain that bound her here was of iron links, and galling to her inmost soul, but never could be broken.

It might be, too,— doubtless it was so, although she hid the secret from herself, and grew pale whenever it struggled out of her heart, like a serpent from its hole,— it might be that another feeling kept her within the scene and pathway that had been so fatal. There dwelt, there trode the feet of one with whom she deemed herself connected in a union, that, unrecognized on earth, would bring them together before the bar of Snal judgment, and make that their marriage- altar, for a joint futurity of endless retribution. Over and over again, the tempter of souls had thrust this idea upon Hester’s contem- plation, and laughed at the passionate and desperate joy with which she seized, and then strove to cast it from her. She barely looked the idea in the face, and hastened to bar it in its dungeon. What she compelled herself to believe,— what, Snally, she reasoned upon, as her motive for continuing a resident of New England,— was half a truth, and half a self- delusion. Here, she said to herself, had been the scene of her guilt, and here should be the scene of her earthly punishment; and so, perchance, the torture of her daily

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shame would at length purge her soul, and work out another purity than that which she had lost; more saint- like, because the result of martyrdom.

Hester Prynne, therefore, did not ^ee. On the outskirts of the town, within the verge of the peninsula, but not in close vicinity to any other habi- tation, there was a small thatched cottage. It had been built by an earlier settler, and abandoned, because the soil about it was too sterile for cultiva- tion, while its comparative remoteness put it out of the sphere of that social activity which already marked the habits of the emigrants. It stood on the shore, looking across a basin of the sea at the forest- covered hills, towards the west. A clump of scrubby trees, such as alone grew on the peninsula, did not so much conceal the cottage from view, as seem to denote that here was some object which would fain have been, or at least ought to be, concealed. In this little, lonesome dwelling, with some slender means that she pos- sessed, and by the license of the magistrates, who still kept an inquisitorial watch over her, Hester established herself, with her infant child. A mystic shadow of suspicion immediately attached itself to the spot. Children, too young to comprehend wherefore this woman should be shut out from the sphere of human charities, would creep nigh enough to behold her plying her needle at the cottage- window, or standing in the door- way, or laboring in her little garden, or coming forth along the pathway that led townward; and, dis- cerning the scarlet letter on her breast, would scamper off, with a strange, contagious fear.

Lonely as was Hester’s situation, and without a friend on earth who dared to show himself, she, however, incurred no risk of want. She possessed an art that sufSced, even in a land that afforded comparatively little scope for its exercise, to supply food for her thriving infant and herself. It was the art— then, as now, almost the only one within a woman’s grasp— of needle- work. She bore on her breast, in the curiously embroidered letter, a speci- men of her delicate and imaginative skill, of which the dames of a court might gladly have availed themselves, to add the richer and more spiritual adornment of human ingenuity to their fabrics of silk and gold. Here, indeed, in the sable simplicity that generally characterized the Puritanic modes of dress, there might be an infrequent call for the Sner productions of her handiwork. Yet the taste of the age, demanding what ever was elaborate in compositions of this kind, did not fail to extend its in^uence over our stern progenitors, who had cast behind them so many fashions which it might seem harder to dispense with. Public ceremonies, such as ordinations, the installation of magistrates, and all that could give majesty to the forms in which a new government manifested itself to the people, were, as a matter of policy, marked by a stately and well- conducted ceremonial, and a sombre, but yet a studied magniScence. Deep ruffs, painfully wrought bands, and gorgeously embroidered gloves, were all deemed necessary to the ofScial state of men assuming the reins of power; and were readily allowed to indi- viduals digniSed by rank or wealth, even while sumptuary laws forbade these and similar extravagances to the plebeian order. In the array of funer- als, too,— whether for the apparel of the dead body, or to typify, by manifold emblematic devices of sable cloth and snowy lawn,2 the sorrow of the

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survivors,— there was a frequent and characteristic demand for such labor as Hester Prynne could supply. Baby- linen—for babies then wore robes of state— afforded still another possibility of toil and emolument.

By degrees, nor very slowly, her handiwork became what would now be termed the fashion. Whether from commiseration for a woman of so miser- able a destiny; or from the morbid curiosity that gives a Sctitious value even to common or worthless things; or by what ever other intangible circum- stance was then, as now, sufScient to bestow, on some persons, what others might seek in vain; or because Hester really Slled a gap which must other- wise have remained vacant; it is certain that she had ready and fairly requited employment for as many hours as she saw St to occupy with her needle. Vanity, it may be, chose to mortify itself, by putting on, for ceremonials of pomp and state, the garments that had been wrought by her sinful hands. Her needle- work was seen on the ruff of the Governor; military men wore it on their scarfs, and the minister on his band; it decked the baby’s little cap; it was shut up, to be mildewed and moulder away, in the cofSns of the dead. But it is not recorded that, in a single instance, her skill was called in aid to embroider the white veil which was to cover the pure blushes of a bride. The exception indicated the ever relentless vigor with which society frowned upon her sin.

Hester sought not to acquire any thing beyond a subsistence, of the plain- est and most ascetic description, for herself, and a simple abundance for her child. Her own dress was of the coarsest materials and the most sombre hue; with only that one ornament,— the scarlet letter,— which it was her doom to wear. The child’s attire, on the other hand, was distinguished by a fanciful, or, we might rather say, a fantastic ingenuity, which served, indeed, to heighten the airy charm that early began to develop itself in the little girl, but which appeared to have also a deeper meaning. We may speak further of it hereafter. Except for that small expenditure in the decoration of her infant, Hester bestowed all her super^uous means in charity, on wretches less miserable than herself, and who not unfrequently insulted the hand that fed them. Much of the time, which she might readily have applied to the better efforts of her art, she employed in making coarse garments for the poor. It is probable that there was an idea of penance in this mode of occupation, and that she offered up a real sacriSce of enjoyment, in devoting so many hours to such rude handiwork. She had in her nature a rich, voluptuous, Oriental characteristic,— a taste for the gorgeously beautiful, which, save in the exquisite productions of her needle, found nothing else, in all the possibilities of her life, to exercise itself upon. Women derive a plea sure, incomprehensible to the other sex, from the delicate toil of the needle. To Hester Prynne it might have been a mode of expressing, and therefore soothing, the passion of her life. Like all other joys, she rejected it as sin. This morbid meddling of conscience with an immaterial matter betokened, it is to be feared, no genuine and stedfast penitence, but something doubtful, something that might be deeply wrong, beneath.

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a woman’s heart than that which branded the brow of Cain.3 In all her inter- course with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it. Every gesture, every word, and even the silence of those with whom she came in contact, implied, and often expressed, that she was ban- ished, and as much alone as if she inhabited another sphere, or communi- cated with the common nature by other organs and senses than the rest of human kind. She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close beside them, like a ghost that revisits the familiar Sreside, and can no longer make itself seen or felt; no more smile with the house hold joy, nor mourn with the kin- dred sorrow; or, should it succeed in manifesting its forbidden sympathy, awakening only terror and horrible repugnance. These emotions, in fact, and its bitterest scorn besides, seemed to be the sole portion that she retained in the universal heart. It was not an age of delicacy; and her position, although she understood it well, and was in little danger of forgetting it, was often brought before her vivid self- perception, like a new anguish, by the rudest touch upon the tenderest spot. The poor, as we have already said, whom she sought out to be the objects of her bounty, often reviled the hand that was stretched forth to succor them. Dames of elevated rank, likewise, whose doors she entered in the way of her occupation, were accustomed to distil drops of bitterness into her heart; sometimes through that alchemy of quiet malice, by which women can concoct a subtile poison from ordinary tri^es; and sometimes, also, by a coarser expression, that fell upon the sufferer’s defenceless breast like a rough blow upon an ulcerated wound. Hester had schooled herself long and well; she never responded to these attacks, save by a ^ush of crimson that rose irrepressibly over her pale cheek, and again sub- sided into the depths of her bosom. She was patient,— a martyr, indeed,— but she forbore to pray for her enemies; lest, in spite of her forgiving aspirations, the words of the blessing should stubbornly twist themselves into a curse.

Continually, and in a thousand other ways, did she feel the innumerable throbs of anguish that had been so cunningly contrived for her by the undy- ing, the ever- active sentence of the Puritan tribunal. Clergymen paused in the street to address words of exhortation, that brought a crowd, with its mingled grin and frown, around the poor, sinful woman. If she entered a church, trusting to share the Sabbath smile of the Universal Father, it was often her mishap to Snd herself the text of the discourse. She grew to have a dread of children; for they had imbibed from their parents a vague idea of something horrible in this dreary woman, gliding silently through the town, with never any companion but one only child. Therefore, Srst allowing her to pass, they pursued her at a distance with shrill cries, and the utterance of a word that had no distinct purport to their own minds, but was none the less terrible to her, as proceeding from lips that babbled it unconsciously. It seemed to argue so wide a diffusion of her shame, that all nature knew of it; it could have caused her no deeper pang, had the leaves of the trees whis- pered the dark story among themselves,— had the summer breeze murmured about it,— had the wintry blast shrieked it aloud! Another peculiar torture

3. For murdering his brother Abel, Cain was sentenced to be a perpetual fugitive. When Cain protested that he would be murdered himself, “the Lord set a mark upon Cain, lest any Snding him should kill him” (Genesis 4.15).

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was felt in the gaze of a new eye. When strangers looked curiously at the scarlet letter,— and none ever failed to do so,— they branded it afresh into Hester’s soul; so that, oftentimes, she could scarcely refrain, yet always did refrain, from covering the symbol with her hand. But then, again, an accus- tomed eye had likewise its own anguish to in^ict. Its cool stare of familiar- ity was intolerable. From Srst to last, in short, Hester Prynne had always this dreadful agony in feeling a human eye upon the token; the spot never grew callous; it seemed, on the contrary, to grow more sensitive with daily torture.

But sometimes, once in many days, or perchance in many months, she felt an eye— a human eye— upon the ignominious brand, that seemed to give a momentary relief, as if half of her agony were shared. The next instant, back it all rushed again, with still a deeper throb of pain; for, in that brief interval, she had sinned anew. Had Hester sinned alone?

Her imagination was somewhat affected, and, had she been of a softer moral and intellectual Sbre, would have been still more so, by the strange and solitary anguish of her life. Walking to and fro, with those lonely foot- steps, in the little world with which she was outwardly connected, it now and then appeared to Hester,— if altogether fancy, it was nevertheless too potent to be resisted,— she felt or fancied, then, that the scarlet letter had endowed her with a new sense. She shuddered to believe, yet could not help believing, that it gave her a sympathetic knowledge of the hidden sin in other hearts. She was terror- stricken by the revelations that were thus made. What were they? Could they be other than the insidious whispers of the bad angel,4 who would fain have persuaded the struggling woman, as yet only half his victim, that the outward guise of purity was but a lie, and that, if truth were everywhere to be shown, a scarlet letter would blaze forth on many a bosom besides Hester Prynne’s? Or, must she receive those intima- tions— so obscure, yet so distinct— as truth? In all her miserable experi- ence, there was nothing else so awful and so loathsome as this sense. It perplexed, as well as shocked her, by the irreverent inopportuneness of the occasions that brought it into vivid action. Sometimes, the red infamy upon her breast would give a sympathetic throb, as she passed near a venerable minister or magistrate, the model of piety and justice, to whom that age of antique reverence looked up, as to a mortal man in fellowship with angels. “What evil thing is at hand?” would Hester say to herself. Lifting her reluc- tant eyes, there would be nothing human within the scope of view, save the form of this earthly saint! Again, a mystic sisterhood would contuma- ciously5 assert itself, as she met the sanctiSed frown of some matron, who, according to the rumor of all tongues, had kept cold snow within her bosom throughout life. That unsunned snow in the matron’s bosom, and the burn- ing shame on Hester Prynne’s,— what had the two in common? Or, once more, the electric thrill would give her warning,—“Behold, Hester, here is a companion!”— and, looking up, she would detect the eyes of a young maiden glancing at the scarlet letter, shyly and aside, and quickly averted, with a faint, chill crimson in her cheeks; as if her purity were somewhat sullied by that momentary glance. O Fiend, whose talisman was that fatal symbol, wouldst thou leave nothing, whether in youth or age, for this poor

4. Satan. 5. Rebelliously.

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sinner to revere?— Such loss of faith is ever one of the saddest results of sin. Be it accepted as a proof that all was not corrupt in this poor victim of her own frailty, and man’s hard law, that Hester Prynne yet struggled to believe that no fellow- mortal was guilty like herself.

The vulgar, who, in those dreary old times, were always contributing a grotesque horror to what interested their imaginations, had a story about the scarlet letter which we might readily work up into a terriSc legend. They averred, that the symbol was not mere scarlet cloth, tinged in an earthly dye- pot, but was red- hot with infernal Sre, and could be seen glowing all alight, whenever Hester Prynne walked abroad in the night- time. And we must needs say, it seared Hester’s bosom so deeply, that perhaps there was more truth in the rumor than our modern incredulity may be inclined to admit.

VI. Pearl

We have as yet hardly spoken of the infant; that little creature, whose inno- cent life had sprung, by the inscrutable decree of Providence, a lovely and immortal ̂ ower, out of the rank luxuriance of a guilty passion. How strange it seemed to the sad woman, as she watched the growth, and the beauty that became every day more brilliant, and the intelligence that threw its quivering sunshine over the tiny features of this child! Her Pearl!— For so had Hester called her; not as a name expressive of her aspect, which had nothing of the calm, white, unimpassioned lustre that would be indicated by the comparison. But she named the infant “Pearl,” as being of great price,6 purchased with all she had,— her mother’s only trea sure! How strange, indeed! Man had marked this woman’s sin by a scarlet letter, which had such potent and disastrous efScacy that no human sympathy could reach her, save it were sinful like herself. God, as a direct consequence of the sin which man thus punished, had given her a lovely child, whose place was on that same dishonored bosom, to connect her parent for ever with the race and descent of mortals, and to be Snally a blessed soul in heaven! Yet these thoughts affected Hester Prynne less with hope than apprehension. She knew that her deed had been evil; she could have no faith, therefore, that its result would be for good. Day after day, she looked fearfully into the child’s expanding nature; ever dreading to detect some dark and wild peculiarity, that should correspond with the guiltiness to which she owed her being.

Certainly, there was no physical defect. By its perfect shape, its vigor, and its natural dexterity in the use of all its untried limbs, the infant was worthy to have been brought forth in Eden; worthy to have been left there, to be the plaything of the angels, after the world’s Srst parents were driven out. The child had a native grace which does not invariably coexist with faultless beauty; its attire, however simple, always impressed the beholder as if it were the very garb that precisely became it best. But little Pearl was not clad in rustic weeds. Her mother, with a morbid purpose that may be better understood hereafter, had bought the richest tissues that could be procured, and allowed her imaginative faculty its full play in the arrange-

6. “Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it” (Matthew 13.45– 46).

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ment and decoration of the dresses which the child wore, before the public eye. So magniScent was the small Sgure, when thus arrayed, and such was the splendor of Pearl’s own proper beauty, shining through the gorgeous robes which might have extinguished a paler loveliness, that there was an absolute circle of radiance around her, on the darksome cottage- ̂ oor. And yet a russet gown, torn and soiled with the child’s rude play, made a picture of her just as perfect. Pearl’s aspect was imbued with a spell of inSnite vari- ety; in this one child there were many children, comprehending the full scope between the wild- ̂ ower prettiness of a peasant- baby, and the pomp, in little, of an infant princess. Throughout all, however, there was a trait of passion, a certain depth of hue, which she never lost; and if, in any of her changes, she had grown fainter or paler, she would have ceased to be her- self;—it would have been no longer Pearl!

This outward mutability indicated, and did not more than fairly express, the vari ous properties of her inner life. Her nature appeared to possess depth, too, as well as variety; but—or else Hester’s fears deceived her—it lacked reference and adaptation to the world into which she was born. The child could not be made amenable to rules. In giving her existence, a great law had been broken; and the result was a being, whose ele ments were perhaps beau- tiful and brilliant, but all in disorder; or with an order peculiar to themselves, amidst which the point of variety and arrangement was difScult or impossible to be discovered. Hester could only account for the child’s character— and even then, most vaguely and imperfectly—by recalling what she herself had been, during that momentous period while Pearl was imbibing her soul from the spiritual world, and her bodily frame from its material of earth. The mother’s impassioned state had been the medium through which were trans- mitted to the unborn infant the rays of its moral life; and, however white and clear originally, they had taken the deep stains of crimson and gold, the Sery lustre, the black shadow, and the untempered light, of the intervening sub- stance. Above all, the warfare of Hester’s spirit, at that epoch, was perpetu- ated in Pearl. She could recognize her wild, desperate, deSant mood, the ^ightiness of her temper, and even some of the very cloud- shapes of gloom and despondency that had brooded in her heart. They were now illuminated by the morning radiance of a young child’s disposition, but, later in the day of earthly existence, might be proliSc of the storm and whirlwind.

The discipline of the family, in those days, was of a far more rigid kind than now. The frown, the harsh rebuke, the frequent application of the rod, enjoined by Scriptural authority,7 were used, not merely in the way of pun- ishment for actual offences, but as a wholesome regimen for the growth and promotion of all childish virtues. Hester Prynne, nevertheless, the lonely mother of this one child, ran little risk of erring on the side of undue severity. Mindful, however, of her own errors and misfortunes, she early sought to impose a tender, but strict, control over the infant immortality that was committed to her charge. But the task was beyond her skill. After testing both smiles and frowns, and proving that neither mode of treatment pos- sessed any calculable in^uence, Hester was ultimately compelled to stand aside, and permit the child to be swayed by her own impulses. Physical

7. “He that spareth his rod hateth his son: but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes” (Proverbs 13.24).

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compulsion or restraint was effectual, of course, while it lasted. As to any other kind of discipline, whether addressed to her mind or heart, little Pearl might or might not be within its reach, in accordance with the caprice that ruled the moment. Her mother, while Pearl was yet an infant, grew acquainted with a certain peculiar look, that warned her when it would be labor thrown away to insist, persuade, or plead. It was a look so intelligent, yet inexplicable, so perverse, sometimes so malicious, but generally accom- panied by a wild ^ow of spirits, that Hester could not help questioning, at such moments, whether Pearl was a human child. She seemed rather an airy sprite, which, after playing its fantastic sports for a little while upon the cottage- ̂ oor, would ^it away with a mocking smile. Whenever that look appeared in her wild, bright, deeply black eyes, it invested her with a strange remoteness and intangibility; it was as if she were hovering in the air and might vanish, like a glimmering light that comes we know not whence, and goes we know not whither. Beholding it, Hester was constrained to rush towards the child,— to pursue the little elf in the ^ight which she invariably began,— to snatch her to her bosom, with a close pressure and earnest kisses,— not so much from over^owing love, as to assure herself that Pearl was ^esh and blood, and not utterly delusive. But Pearl’s laugh, when she was caught, though full of merriment and music, made her mother more doubtful than before.

Heart- smitten at this bewildering and baf^ing spell, that so often came between herself and her sole trea sure, whom she had bought so dear, and who was all her world, Hester sometimes burst into passionate tears. Then, perhaps,— for there was no foreseeing how it might affect her,— Pearl would frown, and clench her little Sst, and harden her small features into a stern, unsympathizing look of discontent. Not seldom, she would laugh anew, and louder than before, like a thing incapable and unintelligent of human sor- row. Or— but this more rarely happened— she would be convulsed with a rage of grief, and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it. Yet Hester was hardly safe in conSding herself to that gusty tenderness; it passed, as suddenly as it came. Brooding over all these matters, the mother felt like one who has evoked a spirit, but, by some irregularity in the pro cess of conjuration, has failed to win the master- word that should control this new and incompre- hensible intelligence. Her only real comfort was when the child lay in the placidity of sleep. Then she was sure of her, and tasted hours of quiet, sad, delicious happiness; until— perhaps with that perverse expression glimmer- ing from beneath her opening lids— little Pearl awoke!

How soon— with what strange rapidity, indeed!— did Pearl arrive at an age that was capable of social intercourse, beyond the mother’s ever- ready smile and nonsense- words! And then what a happiness would it have been, could Hester Prynne have heard her clear, bird- like voice mingling with the uproar of other childish voices, and have distinguished and unravelled her own darling’s tones, amid all the entangled outcry of a group of sportive children! But this could never be. Pearl was a born outcast of the infantile world. An imp of evil, emblem and product of sin, she had no right among christened infants. Nothing was more remarkable than the instinct, as it seemed, with which the child comprehended her loneliness; the destiny that had drawn an inviolable circle round about her; the whole peculiarity,

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in short, of her position in respect to other children. Never, since her release from prison, had Hester met the public gaze without her. In all her walks about the town, Pearl, too, was there; Srst as the babe in arms, and after- wards as the little girl, small companion of her mother, holding a foreSnger with her whole grasp, and tripping along at the rate of three or four foot- steps to one of Hester’s. She saw the children of the settlement, on the grassy margin of the street, or at the domestic thresholds, disporting them- selves in such grim fashion as the Puritanic nurture would permit; playing at going to church, perchance; or at scourging Quakers; or taking scalps in a sham- Sght with the Indians; or scaring one another with freaks of imita- tive witchcraft. Pearl saw, and gazed intently, but never sought to make acquaintance. If spoken to, she would not speak again. If the children gath- ered about her, as they sometimes did, Pearl would grow positively terrible in her puny wrath, snatching up stones to ^ing at them, with shrill, inco- herent exclamations that made her mother tremble, because they had so much the sound of a witch’s anathemas in some unknown tongue.

The truth was, that the little Puritans, being of the most intolerant brood that ever lived, had got a vague idea of something outlandish, unearthly, or at variance with ordinary fashions, in the mother and child; and therefore scorned them in their hearts, and not unfrequently reviled them with their tongues. Pearl felt the sentiment, and requited it with the bitterest hatred that can be supposed to rankle in a childish bosom. These outbreaks of a Serce temper had a kind of value, and even comfort, for her mother; because there was at least an intelligible earnestness in the mood, instead of the Stful caprice that so often thwarted her in the child’s manifestations. It appalled her, nevertheless, to discern here, again, a shadowy re^ection of the evil that had existed in herself. All this enmity and passion had Pearl inherited, by inalienable right, out of Hester’s heart. Mother and daughter stood together in the same circle of seclusion from human society; and in the nature of the child seemed to be perpetuated those unquiet elements that had distracted Hester Prynne before Pearl’s birth, but had since begun to be soothed away by the softening in^uences of maternity.

At home, within and around her mother’s cottage, Pearl wanted not a wide and various circle of acquaintance. The spell of life went forth from her ever creative spirit, and communicated itself to a thousand objects, as a torch kindles a ^ame wherever it may be applied. The unlikeliest materials, a stick, a bunch of rags, a ^ower, were the puppets of Pearl’s witchcraft, and, without undergoing any outward change, became spiritually adapted to what ever drama occupied the stage of her inner world. Her one baby- voice served a multitude of imaginary personages, old and young, to talk withal. The pine- trees, aged, black, and solemn, and ^inging groans and other melancholy utterances on the breeze, needed little transformation to Sgure as Puritan elders; the ugliest weeds of the garden were their children, whom Pearl smote down and uprooted, most unmercifully. It was wonderful, the vast variety of forms into which she threw her intellect, with no continuity, indeed, but darting up and dancing, always in a state of preternatural activity,— soon sinking down, as if exhausted by so rapid and feverish a tide of life,— and suc- ceeded by other shapes of a similar wild energy. It was like nothing so much as the phantasmagoric play of the northern lights. In the mere exercise of the fancy, however, and the sportiveness of a growing mind, there might be little

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more than was observable in other children of bright faculties; except as Pearl, in the dearth of human playmates, was thrown more upon the vision- ary throng which she created. The singularity lay in the hostile feelings with which the child regarded all these offspring of her own heart and mind. She never created a friend, but seemed always to be sowing broadcast the drag- on’s teeth, whence sprung a harvest of armed enemies, against whom she rushed to battle.8 It was inexpressibly sad— then what depth of sorrow to a mother, who felt in her own heart the cause!— to observe, in one so young, this constant recognition of an adverse world, and so Serce a training of the energies that were to make good her cause, in the contest that must ensue.

Gazing at Pearl, Hester Prynne often dropped her work upon her knees, and cried out, with an agony which she would fain have hidden, but which made utterance for itself, betwixt speech and a groan,—“O Father in Heaven,— if Thou art still my Father,— what is this being which I have brought into the world!” And Pearl, overhearing the ejaculation, or aware, through some more subtile channel, of those throbs of anguish, would turn her vivid and beautiful little face upon her mother, smile with sprite- like intelligence, and resume her play.

One peculiarity of the child’s deportment remains yet to be told. The very Srst thing which she had noticed, in her life, was— what?—not the mother’s smile, responding to it, as other babies do, by that faint, embryo smile of the little mouth, remembered so doubtfully afterwards, and with such fond dis- cussion whether it were indeed a smile. By no means! But that Srst object of which Pearl seemed to become aware was— shall we say it?— the scarlet let- ter on Hester’s bosom! One day, as her mother stooped over the cradle, the infant’s eyes had been caught by the glimmering of the gold embroidery about the letter; and, putting up her little hand, she grasped at it, smiling, not doubtfully, but with a decided gleam that gave her face the look of a much older child. Then, gasping for breath, did Hester Prynne clutch the fatal token, instinctively endeavouring to tear it away; so inSnite was the torture in^icted by the intelligent touch of Pearl’s baby- hand. Again, as if her mother’s agonized gesture were meant only to make sport for her, did little Pearl look into her eyes, and smile! From that epoch, except when the child was asleep, Hester had never felt a moment’s safety; not a moment’s calm enjoyment of her. Weeks, it is true, would sometimes elapse, during which Pearl’s gaze might never once be Sxed upon the scarlet letter; but then, again, it would come at unawares, like the stroke of sudden death, and always with that peculiar smile, and odd expression of the eyes.

Once, this freakish, elvish cast came into the child’s eyes, while Hester was looking at her own image in them, as mothers are fond of doing; and, suddenly,— for women in solitude, and with troubled hearts, are pestered with unaccountable delusions,— she fancied that she beheld, not her own miniature portrait, but another face in the small black mirror of Pearl’s eye. It was a face, Send- like, full of smiling malice, yet bearing the semblance of features that she had known full well, though seldom with a smile, and never with malice, in them. It was as if an evil spirit possessed the child,

8. In Greek mythology, Cadmus killed a dragon and planted its teeth, from which sprang armed men who fought each other; the survivors helped him build the Cadmeia or citadel of Thebes.

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and had just then peeped forth in mockery. Many a time afterwards had Hester been tortured, though less vividly, by the same illusion.

In the afternoon of a certain summer’s day, after Pearl grew big enough to run about, she amused herself with gathering handfuls of wild- ̂ owers, and ^inging them, one by one, at her mother’s bosom; dancing up and down, like a little elf, whenever she hit the scarlet letter. Hester’s Srst motion had been to cover her bosom with her clasped hands. But, whether from pride or resignation, or a feeling that her penance might best be wrought out by this unutterable pain, she resisted the impulse, and sat erect, pale as death, looking sadly into little Pearl’s wild eyes. Still came the battery of ^owers, almost invariably hitting the mark, and covering the mother’s breast with hurts for which she could Snd no balm in this world, nor knew how to seek it in another. At last, her shot being all expended, the child stood still and gazed at Hester, with that little, laughing image of a Send peeping out— or, whether it peeped or no, her mother so imagined it— from the unsearchable abyss of her black eyes.

“Child, what art thou?” cried the mother. “O, I am your little Pearl!” answered the child. But, while she said it, Pearl laughed and began to dance up and down

with the humorsome gesticulation of a little imp, whose next freak9 might be to ^y up the chimney.

“Art thou my child, in very truth?” asked Hester. Nor did she put the question altogether idly, but, for the moment, with a

portion of genuine earnestness; for, such was Pearl’s wonderful intelli- gence, that her mother half doubted whether she were not acquainted with the secret spell of her existence, and might not now reveal herself.

“Yes; I am little Pearl!” repeated the child, continuing her antics. “Thou art not my child! Thou art no Pearl of mine!” said the mother, half

playfully; for it was often the case that a sportive impulse came over her, in the midst of her deepest suffering. “Tell me, then, what thou art, and who sent thee hither?”

“Tell me, mother!” said the child, seriously, coming up to Hester, and pressing herself close to her knees. “Do thou tell me!”

“Thy Heavenly Father sent thee!” answered Hester Prynne. But she said it with a hesitation that did not escape the acuteness of the

child. Whether moved only by her ordinary freakishness, or because an evil spirit prompted her, she put up her small foreSnger, and touched the scarlet letter.

“He did not send me!” cried she, positively. “I have no Heavenly Father!” “Hush, Pearl, hush! Thou must not talk so!” answered the mother, sup-

pressing a groan. “He sent us all into this world. He sent even me, thy mother. Then, much more, thee! Or, if not, thou strange and elSsh child, whence didst thou come?”

“Tell me! Tell me!” repeated Pearl, no longer seriously, but laughing, and capering about the ^oor. “It is thou that must tell me!”

But Hester could not resolve the query, being herself in a dismal laby- rinth of doubt. She remembered— betwixt a smile and a shudder— the talk

9. Sudden, impulsive act or gesture.

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of the neighbouring townspeople; who, seeking vainly elsewhere for the child’s paternity, and observing some of her odd attributes, had given out that poor little Pearl was a demon offspring; such as, ever since old Catho- lic times1 had occasionally been seen on earth, through the agency of their mothers’ sin, and to promote some foul and wicked purpose. Luther,2 according to the scandal of his monkish enemies, was a brat of that hellish breed; nor was Pearl the only child to whom this inauspicious origin was assigned, among the New En gland Puritans.

VII. The Governor’s Hall

Hester Prynne went, one day, to the mansion of Governor Bellingham, with a pair of gloves, which she had fringed and embroidered to his order, and which were to be worn on some great occasion of state; for, though the chances of a pop u lar election had caused this former ruler to descend a step or two from the highest rank, he still held an honorable and in^uential place among the colonial magistracy.

Another and far more important reason than the delivery of a pair of embroidered gloves impelled Hester, at this time, to seek an interview with a personage of so much power and activity in the affairs of the settlement. It had reached her ears, that there was a design on the part of some of the leading inhabitants, cherishing the more rigid order of principles in religion and government, to deprive her of her child. On the supposition that Pearl, as already hinted, was of demon origin, these good people not unreasonably argued that a Christian interest in the mother’s soul required them to remove such a stumbling- block from her path. If the child, on the other hand, were really capable of moral and religious growth, and possessed the elements of ultimate salvation, then, surely, it would enjoy all the fairer prospect of these advantages by being transferred to wiser and better guardianship than Hes- ter Prynne’s. Among those who promoted the design, Governor Bellingham was said to be one of the most busy. It may appear singular, and, indeed, not a little ludicrous, that an affair of this kind, which, in later days, would have been referred to no higher jurisdiction than that of the selectmen of the town, should then have been a question publicly discussed, and on which statesmen of eminence took sides. At that epoch of pristine simplicity, how- ever, matters of even slighter public interest, and of far less intrinsic weight than the welfare of Hester and her child, were strangely mixed up with the deliberations of legislators and acts of state. The period was hardly, if at all, earlier than that of our story, when a dispute concerning the right of property in a pig, not only caused a Serce and bitter contest in the legislative body of the colony, but resulted in an important modiScation of the frame- work itself of the legislature.3

Full of concern, therefore,— but so conscious of her own right, that it seemed scarcely an unequal match between the public, on the one side, and a lonely woman, backed by the sympathies of nature, on the other,— Hester

1. Before the 16th century, when Protestant churches broke away from the Roman Catholic Church. 2. Martin Luther (1483– 1546), leader of the

Protestant Reformation in Germany. 3. The so- called Sow Case (Sherman v. Keayne, 1643– 44) led to the dividing of the Massachu- setts General Court into two legislative bodies.

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Prynne set forth from her solitary cottage. Little Pearl, of course, was her companion. She was now of an age to run lightly along by her mother’s side, and, constantly in motion from morn till sunset, could have accomplished a much longer journey than that before her. Often, nevertheless, more from caprice than necessity, she demanded to be taken up in arms, but was soon as imperious to be set down again, and frisked onward before Hester on the grassy pathway, with many a harmless trip and tumble. We have spoken of Pearl’s rich and luxuriant beauty; a beauty that shone with deep and vivid tints; a bright complexion, eyes possessing intensity both of depth and glow, and hair already of a deep, glossy brown, and which, in after years, would be nearly akin to black. There was Sre in her and throughout her; she seemed the unpremeditated offshoot of a passionate moment. Her mother, in contriv- ing the child’s garb, had allowed the gorgeous tendencies of her imagination their full play; arraying her in a crimson velvet tunic, of a peculiar cut, abun- dantly embroidered with fantasies and ^ourishes of gold thread. So much strength of coloring, which must have given a wan and pallid aspect to cheeks of a fainter bloom, was admirably adapted to Pearl’s beauty, and made her the very brightest little jet of ^ame that ever danced upon the earth.

But it was a remarkable attribute of this garb, and, indeed, of the child’s whole appearance, that it irresistably and inevitably reminded the beholder of the token which Hester Prynne was doomed to wear upon her bosom. It was the scarlet letter in another form; the scarlet letter endowed with life! The mother herself— as if the red ignominy were so deeply scorched into her brain, that all her conceptions assumed its form— had carefully wrought out the similitude; lavishing many hours of morbid ingenuity, to create an analogy between the object of her affection, and the emblem of her guilt and torture. But, in truth, Pearl was the one, as well as the other; and only in consequence of that identity had Hester contrived so perfectly to repre- sent the scarlet letter in her appearance.

As the two wayfarers came within the precincts of the town, the children of the Puritans looked up from their play,— or what passed for play with those sombre little urchins,— and spake gravely one to another:—

“Behold, verily, there is the woman of the scarlet letter; and, of a truth, moreover, there is the likeness of the scarlet letter running along by her side! Come, therefore, and let us ^ing mud at them!”

But Pearl, who was a dauntless child, after frowning, stamping her foot, and shaking her little hand with a variety of threatening gestures, suddenly made a rush at the knot of her enemies, and put them all to ^ight. She resembled, in her Serce pursuit of them, an infant pestilence,— the scarlet fever, or some such half- ̂ edged angel of judgment,— whose mission was to punish the sins of the rising generation. She screamed and shouted, too, with a terriSc volume of sound, which doubtless caused the hearts of the fugitives to quake within them. The victory accomplished, Pearl returned quietly to her mother, and looked up smiling into her face.

Without further adventure, they reached the dwelling of Governor Bell- ingham. This was a large wooden house, built in a fashion of which there are specimens still extant in the streets of our elder towns; now moss- grown, crumbling to decay, and melancholy at heart with the many sorrow- ful or joyful occurrences remembered or forgotten, that have happened, and passed away, within their dusky chambers. Then, however, there was

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the freshness of the passing year on its exterior, and the cheerfulness, gleaming forth from the sunny windows, of a human habitation into which death had never entered. It had indeed a very cheery aspect; the walls being overspread with a kind of stucco, in which fragments of broken glass were plentifully intermixed; so that, when the sunshine fell aslant- wise over the front of the ediSce, it glittered and sparkled as if diamonds had been ^ung against it by the double handful. The brilliancy might have beStted Alad- din’s palace, rather than the mansion of a grave old Puritan ruler. It was further decorated with strange and seemingly cabalistic Sgures and dia- grams, suitable to the quaint taste of the age, which had been drawn in the stucco when newly laid on, and had now grown hard and durable, for the admiration of after times.

Pearl, looking at this bright wonder of a house, began to caper and dance, and imperatively required that the whole breadth of sunshine should be stripped off its front, and given her to play with.

“No, my little Pearl!” said her mother. “Thou must gather thine own sun- shine. I have none to give thee!”

They approached the door; which was of an arched form, and ^anked on each side by a narrow tower or projection of the ediSce, in both of which were lattice- windows, with wooden shutters to close over them at need. Lifting the iron hammer that hung at the portal, Hester Prynne gave a sum- mons, which was answered by one of the Governor’s bond- servants; a free- born En glishman, but now a seven years’ slave. During that term he was to be the property of his master, and as much a commodity of bargain and sale as an ox, or a joint- stool. The serf wore the blue coat, which was the custom- ary garb of serving- men at that period, and long before, in the old hereditary halls of En gland.

“Is the worshipful Governor Bellingham within?” inquired Hester. “Yea, forsooth,” replied the bond- servant, staring with wide- open eyes at

the scarlet letter, which, being a new- comer in the country, he had never before seen. “Yea, his honorable worship is within. But he hath a godly min- ister or two with him, and likewise a leech. Ye may not see his worship now.”

“Nevertheless, I will enter,” answered Hester Prynne; and the bond- servant, perhaps judging from the decision of her air and the glittering symbol in her bosom, that she was a great lady in the land, offered no opposition.

So the mother and little Pearl were admitted into the hall of entrance. With many variations, suggested by the nature of his building- materials, diversity of climate, and a different mode of social life, Governor Belling- ham had planned his new habitation after the residences of gentlemen of fair estate in his native land. Here, then, was a wide and reasonably lofty hall, extending through the whole depth of the house, and forming a medium of general communication, more or less directly, with all the other apart- ments. At one extremity, this spacious room was lighted by the windows of the two towers, which formed a small recess on either side of the portal. At the other end, though partly muf^ed by a curtain, it was more powerfully illuminated by one of those embowed hall- windows which we read of in old books, and which was provided with a deep and cushioned seat. Here, on the cushion, lay a folio tome, probably of the Chronicles of En gland,4 or

4. Raphael Holinshed’s Chronicles of En gland, Scotland, and Ireland (1577).

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other such substantial literature; even as, in our own days, we scatter gilded volumes on the centre- table, to be turned over by the casual guest. The fur- niture of the hall consisted of some ponderous chairs, the backs of which were elaborately carved with wreaths of oaken ^owers; and likewise a table in the same taste; the whole being of the Elizabethan age, or perhaps earlier, and heirlooms, transferred hither from the Governor’s paternal home. On the table— in token that the sentiment of old En glish hospitality had not been left behind— stood a large pewter tankard, at the bottom of which, had Hester or Pearl peeped into it, they might have seen the frothy remnant of a recent draught of ale.

On the wall hung a row of portraits, representing the forefathers of the Bellingham lineage, some with armour on their breasts, and others with stately ruffs and robes of peace. All were characterized by the sternness and severity which old portraits so invariably put on; as if they were the ghosts, rather than the pictures, of departed worthies, and were gazing with harsh and intolerant criticism at the pursuits and enjoyments of living men.

At about the centre of the oaken panels, that lined the hall, was suspended a suit of mail, not, like the pictures, an ancestral relic, but of the most mod- ern date; for it had been manufactured by a skilful armourer in London, the same year in which Governor Bellingham came over to New En gland. There was a steel head- piece, a cuirass, a gorget, and greaves,5 with a pair of gaunt- lets and a sword hanging beneath; all, and especially the helmet and breast- plate, so highly burnished as to glow with white radiance, and scatter an illumination everywhere about upon the ^oor. This bright panoply was not meant for mere idle show, but had been worn by the Governor on many a solemn muster and training Seld, and had glittered, moreover, at the head of a regiment in the Pequod war.6 For, though bred a lawyer, and accustomed to speak of Bacon, Coke, Noye, and Finch,7 as his professional associates, the exigencies of this new country had transformed Governor Bellingham into a soldier, as well as a statesman and ruler.

Little Pearl— who was as greatly pleased with the gleaming armour as she had been with the glittering frontispiece of the house— spent some time looking into the polished mirror of the breastplate.

“Mother,” cried she, “I see you here. Look! Look!” Hester looked, by way of humoring the child; and she saw that, owing to

the peculiar effect of this convex mirror, the scarlet letter was represented in exaggerated and gigantic proportions, so as to be greatly the most prom- inent feature of her appearance. In truth, she seemed absolutely hidden behind it. Pearl pointed upward, also, at a similar picture in the head- piece; smiling at her mother, with the elSsh intelligence that was so familiar an expression on her small physiognomy. That look of naughty merriment was likewise re^ected in the mirror, with so much breadth and intensity of effect, that it made Hester Prynne feel as if it could not be the image of her own child, but of an imp who was seeking to mould itself into Pearl’s shape.

5. Parts of armor. “Cuirass”: breastplate. “Gor- get”: collar. “Greaves”: shin protectors. 6. There is no evidence that the historical Bell- ingham actually participated in the Puritans’ war against the Pequots in 1637, which nearly annihilated the tribe.

7. Sir John Finch (1584– 1660), speaker of the House of Commons and chief justice. Francis Bacon (1561– 1626), lord chancellor of En gland. Sir Edward Coke (1552– 1634), lord chief justice. William Noye (1577– 1634), attorney general.

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“Come along, Pearl!” said she, drawing her away. “Come and look into this fair garden. It may be, we shall see ^owers there; more beautiful ones than we Snd in the woods.”

Pearl, accordingly, ran to the bow- window, at the farther end of the hall, and looked along the vista of a garden- walk, carpeted with closely shaven grass, and bordered with some rude and immature attempt at shrubbery. But the proprietor appeared already to have relinquished, as hopeless, the effort to perpetuate on this side of the Atlantic, in a hard soil and amid the close struggle for subsistence, the native En glish taste for ornamental gardening. Cabbages grew in plain sight; and a pumpkin vine, rooted at some distance, had run across the intervening space, and deposited one of its gigantic prod- ucts directly beneath the hall- window; as if to warn the Governor that this great lump of vegetable gold was as rich an ornament as New En gland earth would offer him. There were a few rose- bushes, however, and a number of apple- trees, probably the descendants of those planted by the Reverend Mr. Blackstone,8 the Srst settler of the peninsula; that half mythological person- age who rides through our early annals, seated on the back of a bull.

Pearl, seeing the rose- bushes, began to cry for a red rose, and would not be paciSed.

“Hush, child, hush!” said her mother earnestly. “Do not cry, dear little Pearl! I hear voices in the garden. The Governor is coming, and gentlemen along with him!”

In fact, adown the vista of the garden- avenue, a number of persons were seen approaching towards the house. Pearl, in utter scorn of her mother’s attempt to quiet her, gave an eldritch9 scream, and then became silent; not from any notion of obedience, but because the quick and mobile curiosity of her disposition was excited by the appearance of these new personages.

VIII. The Elf- Child and the Minister

Governor Bellingham, in a loose gown and easy cap,— such as el der ly gen- tlemen loved to indue themselves with, in their domestic privacy,— walked foremost, and appeared to be showing off his estate, and expatiating on his projected improvements. The wide circumference of an elaborate ruff, beneath his gray beard, in the antiquated fashion of King James’s reign, caused his head to look not a little like that of John the Baptist in a charger.1 The impression made by his aspect, so rigid and severe, and frost- bitten with more than autumnal age, was hardly in keeping with the appliances of worldly enjoyment wherewith he had evidently done his utmost to surround himself. But it is an error to suppose that our grave forefathers— though accustomed to speak and think of human existence as a state merely of trial and warfare, and though unfeignedly prepared to sacriSce goods and life at the behest of duty— made it a matter of conscience to reject such means of comfort, or even luxury, as lay fairly within their grasp. This creed was never

8. The Anglican minister William Blackstone (1595– 1675), also known as William Blaxton, set- tled in Boston a few years before the arrival of the Puritans in the late 1620s. He moved to Rhode Island during the 1630s when he found that he could not coexist with Puritan leaders. He made a

brief return to Boston in 1659, riding on a bull. 9. Weird, unearthly. 1. Platter. James I reigned in En gland from 1603 to 1625. For the beheading of John the Baptist, see Matthew 14.1– 12.

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taught, for instance, by the venerable pastor, John Wilson, whose beard, white as a snow- drift, was seen over Governor Bellingham’s shoulder; while its wearer suggested that pears and peaches might yet be naturalized in the New En gland climate, and that purple grapes might possibly be compelled to ^ourish, against the sunny garden- wall. The old clergyman, nurtured at the rich bosom of the En glish Church, had a long established and legiti- mate taste for all good and comfortable things; and however stern he might show himself in the pulpit, or in his public reproof of such transgressions as that of Hester Prynne, still, the genial benevolence of his private life had won him warmer affection than was accorded to any of his professional con- temporaries.

Behind the Governor and Mr. Wilson came two other guests; one, the Rev- erend Arthur Dimmesdale, whom the reader may remember, as having taken a brief and reluctant part in the scene of Hester Prynne’s disgrace; and, in close companionship with him, old Roger Chillingworth, a person of great skill in physic,2 who, for two or three years past, had been settled in the town. It was understood that this learned man was the physician as well as friend of the young minister, whose health had severely suffered, of late, by his too unreserved self- sacriSce to the labors and duties of the pastoral relation.

The Governor, in advance of his visitors, ascended one or two steps, and, throwing open the leaves of the great hall window, found himself close to little Pearl. The shadow of the curtain fell on Hester Prynne, and partially concealed her.

“What have we here?” said Governor Bellingham, looking with surprise at the scarlet little Sgure before him. “I profess, I have never seen the like, since my days of vanity, in old King James’s time, when I was wont to esteem it a high favor to be admitted to a court mask! There used to be a swarm of these small apparitions, in holiday- time; and we called them children of the Lord of Misrule.3 But how gat such a guest into my hall?”

“Ay, indeed!” cried good old Mr. Wilson. “What little bird of scarlet plum- age may this be? Methinks I have seen just such Sgures, when the sun has been shining through a richly painted window, and tracing out the golden and crimson images across the ^oor. But that was in the old land. Prithee, young one, who art thou, and what has ailed thy mother to bedizen thee in this strange fashion? Art thou a Christian child,— ha? Dost know thy cate- chism? Or art thou one of those naughty elfs or fairies, whom we thought to have left behind us, with other relics of Papistry, in merry old En gland?”

“I am mother’s child,” answered the scarlet vision, “and my name is Pearl!” “Pearl?—Ruby, rather!— or Coral!— or Red Rose, at the very least, judging

from thy hue!” responded the old minister, putting forth his hand in a vain attempt to pat little Pearl on the cheek. “But where is this mother of thine? Ah! I see,” he added; and, turning to Governor Bellingham, whispered,— “This is the selfsame child of whom we have held speech together; and behold here the unhappy woman, Hester Prynne, her mother!”

“Sayest thou so?” cried the Governor. “Nay, we might have judged that such a child’s mother must needs be a scarlet woman, and a worthy type of

2. Medicine or healing. 3. Leader of Christmas revels in En gland as cel-

ebrated from medieval times to the early seven- teenth century.

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her of Babylon!4 But she comes at a good time; and we will look into this matter forthwith.”

Governor Bellingham stepped through the window into the hall, followed by his three guests.

“Hester Prynne,” said he, Sxing his naturally stern regard on the wearer of the scarlet letter, “there hath been much question concerning thee, of late. The point hath been weightily discussed, whether we, that are of author- ity and in^uence, do well discharge our consciences by trusting an immor- tal soul, such as there is in yonder child, to the guidance of one who hath stumbled and fallen, amid the pitfalls of this world. Speak thou, the child’s own mother! Were it not, thinkest thou, for thy little one’s temporal and eternal welfare, that she be taken out of thy charge, and clad soberly, and disciplined strictly, and instructed in the truths of heaven and earth? What canst thou do for the child, in this kind?”

“I can teach my little Pearl what I have learned from this!” answered Hester Prynne, laying her Snger on the red token.

“Woman, it is thy badge of shame!” replied the stern magistrate. “It is because of the stain which that letter indicates, what we would transfer thy child to other hands.”

“Nevertheless,” said the mother calmly, though growing more pale, “this badge hath taught me,— it daily teaches me,— it is teaching me at this moment,— lessons whereof my child may be the wiser and better, albeit they can proSt nothing to myself.”

“We will judge warily,” said Bellingham, “and look well what we are about to do. Good Master Wilson, I pray you, examine this Pearl,— since that is her name,— and see whether she hath had such Christian nurture as beSts a child of her age.”

The old minister seated himself in an arm- chair, and made an effort to draw Pearl betwixt his knees. But the child, unaccustomed to the touch or famil- iarity of any but her mother, escaped through the open window and stood on the upper step, looking like a wild, tropical bird, of rich plumage, ready to take ^ight into the upper air. Mr. Wilson, not a little astonished at this outbreak,— for he was a grandfatherly sort of personage, and usually a vast favorite with children,— essayed, however, to proceed with the examination.

“Pearl,” said he, with great solemnity, “thou must take heed to instruction, that so, in due season, thou mayest wear in thy bosom the pearl of great price.5 Canst thou tell me, my child, who made thee?”

Now Pearl knew well enough who made her; for Hester Prynne, the daughter of a pious home, very soon after her talk with the child about her Heavenly Father, had begun to inform her of those truths which the human spirit, at what ever stage of immaturity, imbibes with such eager interest. Pearl, therefore, so large were the attainments of her three years’ lifetime, could have borne a fair examination in the New En gland Primer, or the Srst column of the Westminster Catechism,6 although unacquainted with the

4. Bellingham likens Hester to the Whore of Babylon of the Bible (Revelation 17.3– 5). 5. See p. 474, n. 6. 6. Question- and- answer compendium of Cal- vinistic doctrine based on principles adopted at

Westminster, En gland, 1645– 47. “New En gland Primer”: booklet for teaching the alphabet through woodcut illustrations and pious verses such as (for the letter A) “In Adam’s fall we sin- nèd all.”

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outward form of either of those celebrated works. But that perversity, which all children have more or less of, and of which little Pearl had a tenfold por- tion, now, at the most inopportune moment, took thorough possession of her, and closed her lips, or impelled her to speak words amiss. After putting her Snger in her mouth, with many ungracious refusals to answer good Mr. Wilson’s question, the child Snally announced that she had not been made at all, but had been plucked by her mother off the bush of wild roses, that grew by the prison- door.

This fantasy was probably suggested by the near proximity of the Gover- nor’s red roses, as Pearl stood outside of the window; together with her recollection of the prison rose- bush, which she had passed in coming hither.

Old Roger Chillingworth, with a smile on his face, whispered something in the young clergyman’s ear. Hester Prynne looked at the man of skill, and even then, with her fate hanging in the balance, was startled to perceive what a change had come over his features,— how much uglier they were,— how his dark complexion seemed to have grown duskier, and his Sgure more misshapen,— since the days when she had familiarly known him. She met his eyes for an instant, but was immediately constrained to give all her atten- tion to the scene now going forward.

“This is awful!” cried the Governor, slowly recovering from the astonish- ment into which Pearl’s response had thrown him. “Here is a child of three years old, and she cannot tell who made her! Without question, she is equally in the dark as to her soul, its present depravity, and future destiny! Methinks, gentlemen, we need inquire no further.”

Hester caught hold of Pearl, and drew her forcibly into her arms, con- fronting the old Puritan magistrate with almost a Serce expression. Alone in the world, cast off by it, and with this sole trea sure to keep her heart alive, she felt that she possessed indefeasible rights against the world, and was ready to defend them to the death.

“God gave me the child!” cried she. “He gave her, in requital of all things else, which ye had taken from me. She is my happiness!— she is my torture, none the less! Pearl keeps me here in life! Pearl punishes me too! See ye not, she is the scarlet letter, only capable of being loved, and so endowed with a million- fold the power of retribution for my sin! Ye shall not take her! I will die Srst!”

“My poor woman,” said the not unkind old minister, “the child shall be well cared for!— far better than thou canst do it.”

“God gave her into my keeping,” repeated Hester Prynne, raising her voice almost to a shriek. “I will not give her up!”— And here, by a sudden impulse, she turned to the young clergyman, Mr. Dimmesdale, at whom, up to this moment, she had seemed hardly so much as once to direct her eyes.—“Speak thou for me!” cried she. “Thou wast my pastor, and hadst charge of my soul, and knowest me better than these men can. I will not lose the child! Speak for me! Thou knowest,— for thou hast sympathies which these men lack!— thou knowest what is in my heart, and what are a mother’s rights, and how much the stronger they are, when that mother has but her child and the scar- let letter! Look thou to it! I will not lose the child! Look to it!”

At this wild and singular appeal, which indicated that Hester Prynne’s situation had provoked her to little less than madness, the young minister at once came forward, pale, and holding his hand over his heart, as was his

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custom whenever his peculiarly ner vous temperament was thrown into agi- tation. He looked now more careworn and emaciated than as we described him at the scene of Hester’s public ignominy; and whether it were his fail- ing health, or what ever the cause might be, his large dark eyes had a world of pain in their troubled and melancholy depth.

“There is truth in what she says,” began the minister, with a voice sweet, tremulous, but powerful, insomuch that the hall reëchoed, and the hollow armour rang with it,—“truth in what Hester says, and in the feeling which inspires her! God gave her the child, and gave her, too, an instinctive knowl- edge of its nature and requirements,— both seemingly so peculiar,— which no other mortal being can possess. And, moreover, is there not a quality of awful sacredness in the relation between this mother and this child?”

“Ay!—how is that, good Master Dimmesdale?” interrupted the Governor. “Make that plain, I pray you!”

“It must be even so,” resumed the minister. “For, if we deem it otherwise, do we not thereby say that the Heavenly Father, the Creator of all ^esh, hath lightly recognized a deed of sin, and made of no account the distinc- tion between unhallowed lust and holy love? This child of its father’s guilt and its mother’s shame hath come from the hand of God, to work in many ways upon her heart, who pleads so earnestly, and with such bitterness of spirit, the right to keep her. It was meant for a blessing; for the one blessing of her life! It was meant, doubtless, as the mother herself hath told us, for a retribution too; a torture, to be felt at many an unthought of moment; a pang, a sting, an ever- recurring agony, in the midst of a troubled joy! Hath she not expressed this thought in the garb of the poor child, so forcibly reminding us of that red symbol which sears her bosom?”

“Well said, again!” cried good Mr. Wilson. “I feared the woman had no better thought than to make a mountebank7 of her child!”

“O, not so!— not so!” continued Mr. Dimmesdale. “She recognizes, believe me, the solemn miracle which God hath wrought, in the existence of that child. And may she feel, too,— what, methinks, is the very truth,— that this boon was meant, above all things else, to keep the mother’s soul alive, and to preserve her from blacker depths of sin into which Satan might else have sought to plunge her! Therefore it is good for this poor, sinful woman that she hath an infant immortality, a being capable of eternal joy or sorrow, con- Sded to her care,— to be trained up by her to righteousness,— to remind her, at every moment, of her fall,— but yet to teach her, as it were by the Creator’s sacred pledge, that, if she bring the child to heaven, the child also will bring its parent thither! Herein is the sinful mother happier than the sinful father. For Hester Prynne’s sake, then, and no less for the poor child’s sake, let us leave them as Providence hath seen St to place them!”

“You speak, my friend, with a strange earnestness,” said old Roger Chill- ingworth, smiling at him.

“And there is weighty import in what my young brother hath spoken,” added the Reverend Mr. Wilson. “What say you, worshipful Master Belling- ham? Hath he not pleaded well for the poor woman?”

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“Indeed hath he,” answered the magistrate, “and hath adduced such arguments, that we will even leave the matter as it now stands; so long, at least, as there shall be no further scandal in the woman. Care must be had, nevertheless, to put the child to due and stated examination in the cate- chism at thy hands or Master Dimmesdale’s. Moreover, at a proper season, the tithing- men8 must take heed that she go both to school and to meeting.”

The young minister, on ceasing to speak, had withdrawn a few steps from the group, and stood with his face partially concealed in the heavy folds of the window- curtain; while the shadow of his Sgure, which the sunlight cast upon the ^oor, was tremulous with the vehemence of his appeal. Pearl, that wild and ̂ ighty little elf, stole softly towards him, and taking his hand in the grasp of both her own, laid her cheek against it; a caress so tender, and withal so unobtrusive, that her mother, who was looking on, asked herself,— “Is that my Pearl?” Yet she knew that there was love in the child’s heart, although it mostly revealed itself in passion, and hardly twice in her lifetime had been softened by such gentleness as now. The minister,— for, save the long- sought regards of woman, nothing is sweeter than these marks of child- ish preference, accorded spontaneously by a spiritual instinct, and therefore seeming to imply in us something truly worthy to be loved,— the minister looked round, laid his hand on the child’s head, hesitated an instant, and then kissed her brow. Little Pearl’s unwonted mood of sentiment lasted no longer; she laughed, and went capering down the hall, so airily, that old Mr. Wilson raised a question whether even her tiptoes touched the ^oor.

“The little baggage hath witchcraft in her, I profess,” said he to Mr. Dim- mesdale. “She needs no old woman’s broomstick to ^y withal!”

“A strange child!” remarked old Roger Chillingworth. “It is easy to see the mother’s part in her. Would it be beyond a phi los o pher’s research, think ye, gentlemen, to analyze the child’s nature, and, from its make and mould, to give a shrewd guess at the father?”

“Nay; it would be sinful, in such a question, to follow the clew of profane philosophy,” said Mr. Wilson. “Better to fast and pray upon it; and still bet- ter, it may be, to leave the mystery as we Snd it, unless Providence reveal it of its own accord. Thereby, every good Christian man hath a title to show a father’s kindness towards the poor, deserted babe.”

The affair being so satisfactorily concluded, Hester Prynne, with Pearl, departed from the house. As they descended the steps, it is averred that the lattice of a chamber- window was thrown open, and forth into the sunny day was thrust the face of Mistress Hibbins, Governor Bellingham’s bitter- tempered sister, and the same who, a few years later, was executed as a witch.

“Hist, hist!” said she, while her ill- omened physiognomy seemed to cast a shadow over the cheerful newness of the house. “Wilt thou go with us to- night? There will be a merry company in the forest; and I wellnigh prom- ised the Black Man that comely Hester Prynne should make one.”

“Make my excuse to him, so please you!” answered Hester, with a trium- phant smile. “I must tarry at home, and keep watch over my little Pearl. Had they taken her from me, I would willingly have gone with thee into the forest,

8. Parish ofScers.

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and signed my name in the Black Man’s book too, and that with mine own blood!”

“We shall have thee there anon!” said the witch- lady, frowning, as she drew back her head.

But here— if we suppose this interview betwixt Mistress Hibbins and Hester Prynne to be authentic, and not a parable— was already an illustration of the young minister’s argument against sundering the relation of a fallen mother to the offspring of her frailty. Even thus early had the child saved her from Satan’s snare.

IX. The Leech

Under the appellation of Roger Chillingworth, the reader will remember, was hidden another name, which its former wearer had resolved should never more be spoken. It has been related, how, in the crowd that witnessed Hester Prynne’s ignominious exposure, stood a man, el der ly, travel- worn, who, just emerging from the perilous wilderness, beheld the woman, in whom he hoped to Snd embodied the warmth and cheerfulness of home, set up as a type of sin before the people. Her matronly fame was trodden under all men’s feet. Infamy was babbling around her in the public market- place. For her kindred, should the tidings ever reach them, and for the companions of her unspotted life, there remained nothing but the conta- gion of her dishonor; which would not fail to be distributed in strict accor- dance and proportion with the intimacy and sacredness of their previous relationship. Then why— since the choice was with himself— should the individual, whose connection with the fallen woman had been the most inti- mate and sacred of them all, come forward to vindicate his claim to an inher- itance so little desirable? He resolved not to be pilloried beside her on her pedestal of shame. Unknown to all but Hester Prynne, and possessing the lock and key of her silence, he chose to withdraw his name from the roll of mankind, and, as regarded his former ties and interests, to vanish out of life as completely as if he indeed lay at the bottom of the ocean, whither rumor had long ago consigned him. This purpose once effected, new interests would immediately spring up, and likewise a new purpose; dark, it is true, if not guilty, but of force enough to engage the full strength of his faculties.

In pursuance of this resolve, he took up his residence in the Puritan town, as Roger Chillingworth, without other introduction than the learning and intelligence of which he possessed more than a common mea sure. As his studies, at a previous period of his life, had made him extensively acquainted with the medical science of the day, it was as a physician that he presented himself, and as such was cordially received. Skilful men, of the medical and chirurgical9 profession, were of rare occurrence in the colony. They seldom, it would appear, partook of the religious zeal that brought other emigrants across the Atlantic. In their researches into the human frame, it may be that the higher and more subtile faculties of such men were materialized, and that they lost the spiritual view of existence amid the intricacies of that won- drous mechanism, which seemed to involve art enough to comprise all of life

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within itself. At all events, the health of the good town of Boston, so far as medicine had aught to do with it, had hitherto lain in the guardianship of an aged deacon and apothecary, whose piety and godly deportment were stron- ger testimonials in his favor, than any that he could have produced in the shape of a diploma. The only surgeon was one who combined the occasional exercise of that noble art with the daily and habitual ^ourish of a razor. To such a professional body Roger Chillingworth was a brilliant acquisition. He soon manifested his familiarity with the ponderous and imposing machinery of antique physic; in which every remedy contained a multitude of far- fetched and heterogeneous ingredients, as elaborately compounded as if the proposed result had been the Elixir of Life.1 In his Indian captivity, more- over, he had gained much knowledge of the properties of native herbs and roots; nor did he conceal from his patients, that these simple medicines, Nature’s boon to the untutored savage, had quite as large a share of his own conSdence as the Eu ro pe an pharmacopœia,2 which so many learned doc- tors had spent centuries in elaborating.

This learned stranger was exemplary, as regarded at least the outward forms of a religious life, and, early after his arrival, had chosen for his spiri- tual guide the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale. The young divine, whose scholar- like renown still lived in Oxford, was considered by his more fervent admirers as little less than a heaven- ordained apostle, destined, should he live and labor for the ordinary term of life, to do as great deeds for the now feeble New En gland Church, as the early Fathers had achieved for the infancy of the Christian faith. About this period, however, the health of Mr. Dimmes- dale had evidently begun to fail. By those best acquainted with his habits, the paleness of the young minister’s cheek was accounted for by his too earnest devotion to study, his scrupulous fulSlment of parochial duty, and, more than all, by the fasts and vigils of which he made a frequent practice, in order to keep the grossness of this earthly state from clogging and obscuring his spiritual lamp. Some declared, that, if Mr. Dimmesdale were really going to die, it was cause enough, that the world was not worthy to be any longer trod- den by his feet. He himself, on the other hand, with characteristic humility, avowed his belief, that, if Providence should see St to remove him, it would be because of his own unworthiness to perform its humblest mission here on earth. With all this difference of opinion as to the cause of his decline, there could be no question of the fact. His form grew emaciated; his voice, though still rich and sweet, had a certain melancholy prophecy of decay in it; he was often observed, on any slight alarm or other sudden accident, to put his hand over his heart, with Srst a ^ush and then a paleness, indicative of pain.

Such was the young clergyman’s condition, and so imminent the prospect that his dawning light would be extinguished, all untimely, when Roger Chillingworth made his advent to the town. His Srst entry on the scene, few people could tell whence, dropping down, as it were, out of the sky, or starting from the nether earth, had an aspect of mystery, which was easily height- ened to the miraculous. He was now known to be a man of skill; it was observed that he gathered herbs, and the blossoms of wild- ̂ owers, and dug up roots and plucked off twigs from the forest- trees, like one acquainted

1. Substance thought capable of giving eternal life.

2. Collection of approved drugs.

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with hidden virtues in what was valueless to common eyes. He was heard to speak of Sir Kenelm Digby,3 and other famous men,— whose scientiSc attainments were esteemed hardly less than supernatural,— as having been his correspondents or associates. Why, with such rank in the learned world, had he come hither? What could he, whose sphere was in great cities, be seeking in the wilderness? In answer to this query, a rumor gained ground,— and, however absurd, was entertained by some very sensible people,— that Heaven had wrought an absolute miracle, by transporting an eminent Doc- tor of Physic, from a German university, bodily through the air, and setting him down at the door of Mr. Dimmesdale’s study! Individuals of wiser faith, indeed, who knew that Heaven promotes its purposes without aiming at the stage- effect of what is called miraculous interposition, were inclined to see a providential hand in Roger Chillingworth’s so opportune arrival.

This idea was countenanced by the strong interest which the physician ever manifested in the young clergyman; he attached himself to him as a parishioner, and sought to win a friendly regard and conSdence from his naturally reserved sensibility. He expressed great alarm at his pastor’s state of health, but was anxious to attempt the cure, and, if early undertaken, seemed not despondent of a favorable result. The elders, the deacons, the motherly dames, and the young and fair maidens, of Mr. Dimmesdale’s ^ock, were alike importunate that he should make trial of the physician’s frankly offered skill. Mr. Dimmesdale gently repelled their entreaties.

“I need no medicine,” said he. But how could the young minister say so, when, with every successive

Sabbath, his cheek was paler and thinner, and his voice more tremulous than before,— when it had now become a constant habit, rather than a casual gesture, to press his hand over his heart? Was he weary of his labors? Did he wish to die? These questions were solemnly propounded to Mr. Dim- mesdale by the elder ministers of Boston and the deacons of his church, who, to use their own phrase, “dealt with him” on the sin of rejecting the aid which Providence so manifestly held out. He listened in silence, and Snally promised to confer with the physician.

“Were it God’s will,” said the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, when, in fulSl- ment of this pledge, he requested old Roger Chillingworth’s professional advice, “I could be well content, that my labors, and my sorrows, and my sins, and my pains, should shortly end with me, and what is earthly of them be buried in my grave, and the spiritual go with me to my eternal state, rather than that you should put your skill to the proof in my behalf.”

“Ah,” replied Roger Chillingworth, with that quietness which, whether imposed or natural, marked all his deportment, “it is thus that a young cler- gyman is apt to speak. Youthful men, not having taken a deep root, give up their hold of life so easily! And saintly men, who walk with God on earth, would fain be away, to walk with him on the golden pavements of the New Jerusalem.”

“Nay,” rejoined the young minister, putting his hand to his heart, with a ^ush of pain ^itting over his brow, “were I worthier to walk there, I could be better content to toil here.”

3. En glish naval ofScer, diplomat, and scientist (1603– 1665).

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“Good men ever interpret themselves too meanly,” said the physician. In this manner, the mysterious old Roger Chillingworth became the med-

ical adviser of the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale. As not only the disease inter- ested the physician, but he was strongly moved to look into the character and qualities of the patient, these two men, so different in age, came gradu- ally to spend much time together. For the sake of the minister’s health, and to enable the leech to gather plants with healing balm in them, they took long walks on the seashore, or in the forest; mingling various talk with the plash and murmur of the waves, and the solemn wind- anthem among the tree- tops. Often, likewise, one was the guest of the other, in his place of study and retirement. There was a fascination for the minister in the com- pany of the man of science, in whom he recognized an intellectual cultiva- tion of no moderate depth or scope; together with a range and freedom of ideas, that he would have vainly looked for among the members of his own profession. In truth, he was startled, if not shocked, to Snd this attribute in the physician. Mr. Dimmesdale was a true priest, a true religionist, with the reverential sentiment largely developed, and an order of mind that impelled itself powerfully along the track of a creed, and wore its passage continually deeper with the lapse of time. In no state of society would he have been what is called a man of liberal views; it would always be essential to his peace to feel the pressure of a faith about him, supporting, while it conSned him within its iron framework. Not the less, however, though with a tremulous enjoyment, did he feel the occasional relief of looking at the universe through the medium of another kind of intellect than those with which he habitually held converse. It was as if a window were thrown open, admitting a freer atmosphere into the close and sti^ed study, where his life was wast- ing itself away, amid lamp- light, or obstructed daybeams, and the musty fra- grance, be it sensual or moral, that exhales from books. But the air was too fresh and chill to be long breathed, with comfort. So the minister, and the physician with him, withdrew again within the limits of what their church deSned as orthodox.

Thus Roger Chillingworth scrutinized his patient carefully, both as he saw him in his ordinary life, keeping an accustomed pathway in the range of thoughts familiar to him, and as he appeared when thrown amidst other moral scenery, the novelty of which might call out something new to the sur- face of his character. He deemed it essential, it would seem, to know the man, before attempting to do him good. Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these. In Arthur Dimmesdale, thought and imagination were so active, and sensibility so intense, that the bodily inSrmity would be likely to have its groundwork there. So Roger Chillingworth— the man of skill, the kind and friendly physician— strove to go deep into his patient’s bosom, delving among his principles, prying into his recollections, and probing every thing with a cautious touch, like a treasure- seeker in a dark cavern. Few secrets can escape an investigator, who has opportunity and license to undertake such a quest, and skill to follow it up. A man burdened with a secret should espe- cially avoid the intimacy of his physician. If the latter possess native sagacity, and a nameless something more,— let us call it intuition; if he show no intru- sive egotism, nor disagreeably prominent characteristics of his own; if he have the power, which must be born with him, to bring his mind into such

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afSnity with his patient’s, that this last shall unawares have spoken what he imagines himself only to have thought; if such revelations be received with- out tumult, and acknowledged not so often by an uttered sympathy, as by silence, an inarticulate breath, and here and there a word, to indicate that all is understood; if, to these qualiScations of a conSdant be joined the advan- tages afforded by his recognized character as a physician;— then, at some inevitable moment, will the soul of the sufferer be dissolved, and ̂ ow forth in a dark, but transparent stream, bringing all its mysteries into the daylight.

Roger Chillingworth possessed all, or most, of the attributes above enu- merated. Nevertheless, time went on; a kind of intimacy, as we have said, grew up between these two cultivated minds, which had as wide a Seld as the whole sphere of human thought and study, to meet upon; they discussed every topic of ethics and religion, of public affairs, and private character; they talked much, on both sides, of matters that seemed personal to them- selves; and yet no secret, such as the physician fancied must exist there, ever stole out of the minister’s consciousness into his companion’s ear. The latter had his suspicions, indeed, that even the nature of Mr. Dimmesdale’s bodily disease had never fairly been revealed to him. It was a strange reserve!

After a time, at a hint from Roger Chillingworth, the friends of Mr. Dim- mesdale effected an arrangement by which the two were lodged in the same house; so that every ebb and ̂ ow of the minister’s life- tide might pass under the eye of his anxious and attached physician. There was much joy through- out the town, when this greatly desirable object was attained. It was held to be the best possible mea sure for the young clergyman’s welfare; unless, indeed, as often urged by such as felt authorized to do so, he had selected some one of the many blooming damsels, spiritually devoted to him, to become his devoted wife. This latter step, however, there was no present prospect that Arthur Dimmesdale would be prevailed upon to take; he rejected all suggestions of the kind, as if priestly celibacy were one of his articles of church- discipline. Doomed by his own choice, therefore, as Mr. Dimmesdale so evidently was, to eat his unsavory morsel always at another’s board, and endure the life- long chill which must be his lot who seeks to warm himself only at another’s Sreside, it truly seemed that this sagacious, experienced, benevolent, old physician, with his concord of paternal and reverential love for the young pastor, was the very man, of all mankind, to be constantly within reach of his voice.

The new abode of the two friends was with a pious widow, of good social rank, who dwelt in a house covering pretty nearly the site on which the ven- erable structure of King’s Chapel has since been built. It had the grave- yard, originally Isaac Johnson’s home- Seld, on one side, and so was well adapted to call up serious re^ections, suited to their respective employments, in both minister and man of physic. The motherly care of the good widow assigned to Mr. Dimmesdale a front apartment, with a sunny exposure, and heavy window- curtains to create a noontide shadow, when desirable. The walls were hung round with tapestry, said to be from the Gobelin looms,4 and, at all events, representing the Scriptural story of David and Bathsheba, and Nathan the Prophet, in colors still unfaded, but which made the fair woman

4. Looms of the great Pa ri sian tapestry- making family of the 15th century.

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of the scene almost as grimly picturesque as the woe- denouncing seer. Here, the pale clergyman piled up his library, rich with parchment- bound folios of the Fathers,5 and the lore of Rabbis, and monkish erudition, of which the Protestant divines, even while they viliSed and decried that class of writers, were yet constrained often to avail themselves. On the other side of the house, old Roger Chillingworth arranged his study and laboratory; not such as a modern man of science would reckon even tolerably complete, but pro- vided with a distilling apparatus, and the means of compounding drugs and chemicals, which the practised alchemist knew well how to turn to purpose. With such commodiousness of situation, these two learned persons sat themselves down, each in his own domain, yet familiarly passing from one apartment to the other, and bestowing a mutual and not incurious inspec- tion into one another’s business.

And the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale’s best discerning friends, as we have intimated, very reasonably imagined that the hand of Providence had done all this, for the purpose— besought in so many public, and domestic, and secret prayers— of restoring the young minister to health. But— it must now be said— another portion of the community had latterly begun to take its own view of the relation betwixt Mr. Dimmesdale and the mysterious old physician. When an uninstructed multitude attempts to see with its eyes, it is exceedingly apt to be deceived. When, however, it forms its judgment, as it usually does, on the intuitions of its great and warm heart, the conclusions thus attained are often so profound and so unerring, as to possess the char- acter of truths supernaturally revealed. The people, in the case of which we speak, could justify its prejudice against Roger Chillingworth by no fact or argument worthy of serious refutation. There was an aged handicraftsman, it is true, who had been a citizen of London at the period of Sir Thomas Overbury’s murder, now some thirty years agone; he testiSed to having seen the physician, under some other name, which the narrator of the story had now forgotten, in company with Doctor Forman, the famous old conjurer, who was implicated in the affair of Overbury.6 Two or three individuals hinted, that the man of skill, during his Indian captivity, had enlarged his medical attainments by joining in the incantations of the savage priests; who were universally acknowledged to be powerful enchanters, often performing seemingly miraculous cures by their skill in the black art. A large number— and many of these were persons of such sober sense and practical observa- tion, that their opinions would have been valuable, in other matters— afSrmed that Roger Chillingworth’s aspect had undergone a remarkable change while he had dwelt in town, and especially since his abode with Mr. Dimmesdale.

5. Christians in early centuries after Jesus’s death who formulated doctrines and observances. Samuel 11– 12 describes how the prophet Nathan denounced David, Israel’s second king, for send- ing Bathsheba’s husband to certain death in battle so that he could marry her. 6. Sir Thomas Overbury (1581– 1613) was involved in a notorious scandal during the reign of James I. When he attempted to stop his employer, Viscount Rochester, from marrying the countess of Essex because of her reputed licen- tiousness, she manipulated events to make Over- bury appear disrespectful of royalty. Eventually,

James I ordered Overbury imprisoned in the Tower of London for rejecting an ambassadorial position, and he died there in 1613 from ingest- ing poison mixed with his food. A subsequent trial revealed that the countess had been behind the plot, ordering Ann Turner (a friend of Ann Hibbins and the wife of a physician) to adminis- ter the poison. Turner and three co- conspirators were hanged, but the countess was pardoned. Earlier Dr. Simon Forman (1552– 1611), keeper of a historically valuable diary, had connived with the countess in seeking Overbury’s death by witchcraft.

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At Srst, his expression had been calm, meditative, scholar- like. Now, there was something ugly and evil in his face, which they had not previously noticed, and which grew still the more obvious to sight, the oftener they looked upon him. According to the vulgar idea, the Sre in his laboratory had been brought from the lower regions, and was fed with infernal fuel; and so, as might be expected, his visage was getting sooty with the smoke.

To sum up the matter, it grew to be a widely diffused opinion, that the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, like many other personages of especial sanc- tity, in all ages of the Christian world, was haunted either by Satan himself, or Satan’s emissary, in the guise of old Roger Chillingworth. This diabolical agent had the Divine permission, for a season, to burrow into the clergyman’s intimacy, and plot against his soul. No sensible man, it was confessed, could doubt on which side the victory would turn. The people looked, with an unshaken hope, to see the minister come forth out of the con^ict, trans- Sgured with the glory which he would unquestionably win. Meanwhile, nevertheless, it was sad to think of the perchance mortal agony through which he must struggle towards his triumph.

Alas, to judge from the gloom and terror in the depths of the poor minis- ter’s eyes, the battle was a sore one, and the victory any thing but secure!

X. The Leech and His Patient

Old Roger Chillingworth, throughout life, had been calm in temperament, kindly, though not of warm affections, but ever, and in all his relations with the world, a pure and upright man. He had begun an investigation, as he imagined, with the severe and equal integrity of a judge, desirous only of truth, even as if the question involved no more than the air- drawn lines and Sgures of a geometrical problem, instead of human passions, and wrongs in^icted on himself. But, as he proceeded, a terrible fascination, a kind of Serce, though still calm, necessity seized the old man within its gripe, and never set him free again, until he had done all its bidding. He now dug into the poor clergyman’s heart, like a miner searching for gold; or, rather, like a sexton7 delving into a grave, possibly in quest of a jewel that had been bur- ied on the dead man’s bosom, but likely to Snd nothing save mortality and corruption. Alas for his own soul, if these were what he sought!

Sometimes, a light glimmered out of the physician’s eyes, burning blue and ominous, like the re^ection of a furnace, or, let us say, like one of those gleams of ghastly Sre that darted from Bunyan’s awful doorway in the hill- side,8 and quivered on the pilgrim’s face. The soil where this dark miner was working had perchance shown indications that encouraged him.

“This man,” said he, at one such moment, to himself, “pure as they deem him,— all spiritual as he seems,— hath inherited a strong animal nature from his father or his mother. Let us dig a little farther in the direction of this vein!”

Then, after long search into the minister’s dim interior, and turning over many precious materials, in the shape of high aspirations for the welfare of

7. Man in charge of maintaining a church, espe- cially responsible for digging graves in the churchyard and supervising burials there.

8. In John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress (1678), the eighth stage of Christian’s pilgrimage, the “by- way to hell” through which hypocrites enter.

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his race, warm love of souls, pure sentiments, natural piety, strengthened by thought and study, and illuminated by revelation,— all of which invalu- able gold was perhaps no better than rubbish to the seeker,— he would turn back, discouraged, and begin his quest towards another point. He groped along as stealthily, with as cautious a tread, and as wary an outlook, as a thief entering a chamber where a man lies only half asleep,— or, it may be, broad awake,— with purpose to steal the very trea sure which this man guards as the apple of his eye. In spite of his premeditated carefulness, the ^oor would now and then creak; his garments would rustle; the shadow of his presence, in a forbidden proximity, would be thrown across his victim. In other words, Mr. Dimmesdale, whose sensibility of nerve often produced the effect of spiritual intuition, would become vaguely aware that some- thing inimical to his peace had thrust itself into relation with him. But old Roger Chillingworth, too, had perceptions that were almost intuitive; and when the minister threw his startled eyes towards him, there the physician sat; his kind, watchful, sympathizing, but never intrusive friend.

Yet Mr. Dimmesdale would perhaps have seen this individual’s character more perfectly, if a certain morbidness, to which sick hearts are liable, had not rendered him suspicious of all mankind. Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared. He therefore still kept up a familiar intercourse with him, daily receiving the old physician in his study; or visiting the laboratory, and, for recreation’s sake, watching the pro cesses by which weeds were converted into drugs of potency.

One day, leaning his forehead on his hand, and his elbow on the sill of the open window, that looked towards the grave- yard, he talked with Roger Chill- ingworth, while the old man was examining a bundle of unsightly plants.

“Where,” asked he, with a look askance at them,— for it was the clergy- man’s peculiarity that he seldom, now- a-days, looked straightforth at any object, whether human or inanimate,—“Where, my kind doctor, did you gather those herbs, with such a dark, ^abby leaf?”

“Even in the grave- yard, here at hand,” answered the physician, continuing his employment. “They are new to me. I found them growing on a grave, which bore no tombstone, nor other memorial of the dead man, save these ugly weeds that have taken upon themselves to keep him in remembrance. They grew out of his heart, and typify, it may be, some hideous secret that was buried with him, and which he had done better to confess during his lifetime.”

“Perchance,” said Mr. Dimmesdale, “he earnestly desired it, but could not.”

“And wherefore?” rejoined the physician. “Wherefore not; since all the powers of nature call so earnestly for the confession of sin, that these black weeds have sprung up out of a buried heart, to make manifest an unspoken crime?”

“That, good Sir, is but a fantasy of yours,” replied the minister. “There can be, if I forebode aright, no power, short of the Divine mercy, to disclose, whether by uttered words, or by type or emblem, the secrets that may be bur- ied with a human heart. The heart, making itself guilty of such secrets, must perforce hold them, until the day when all hidden things shall be revealed. Nor have I so read or interpreted Holy Writ, as to understand that the disclo- sure of human thoughts and deeds, then to be made, is intended as a part of the retribution. That, surely, were a shallow view of it. No; these revelations,

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unless I greatly err, are meant merely to promote the intellectual satisfaction of all intelligent beings, who will stand waiting, on that day, to see the dark problem of this life made plain. A knowledge of men’s hearts will be needful to the completest solution of that problem. And I conceive, moreover, that the hearts holding such miserable secrets as you speak of will yield them up, at that last day,9 not with reluctance, but with a joy unutterable.”

“Then why not reveal them here?” asked Roger Chillingworth, glancing quietly aside at the minister. “Why should not the guilty ones sooner avail themselves of this unutterable solace?”

“They mostly do,” said the clergyman, griping hard at his breast, as if af^icted with an importunate throb of pain. “Many, many a poor soul hath given its conSdence to me, not only on the deathbed, but while strong in life, and fair in reputation. And ever, after such an outpouring, O, what a relief have I witnessed in those sinful brethren! even as in one who at last draws free air, after long sti^ing with his own polluted breath. How can it be otherwise? Why should a wretched man, guilty, we will say, of murder, prefer to keep the dead corpse buried in his own heart, rather than ^ing it forth at once, and let the universe take care of it!”

“Yet some men bury their secrets thus,” observed the calm physician. “True; there are such men,” answered Mr. Dimmesdale. “But, not to sug-

gest more obvious reasons, it may be that they are kept silent by the very constitution of their nature. Or,— can we not suppose it?— guilty as they may be, retaining, nevertheless, a zeal for God’s glory and man’s welfare, they shrink from displaying themselves black and Slthy in the view of men; because, thenceforward, no good can be achieved by them; no evil of the past be redeemed by better ser vice. So, to their own unutterable torment, they go about among their fellow- creatures, looking pure as new- fallen snow; while their hearts are all speckled and spotted with iniquity of which they cannot rid themselves.”

“These men deceive themselves,” said Roger Chillingworth, with some- what more emphasis than usual, and making a slight gesture with his foreSn- ger. “They fear to take up the shame that rightfully belongs to them. Their love for man, their zeal for God’s service,— these holy impulses may or may not coexist in their hearts with the evil inmates to which their guilt has unbarred the door, and which must needs propagate a hellish breed within them. But, if they seek to glorify God, let them not lift heavenward their unclean hands! If they would serve their fellow- men, let them do it by making manifest the power and reality of conscience, in constraining them to peni- tential self- abasement! Wouldst thou have me to believe, O wise and pious friend, that a false show can be better— can be more for God’s glory, or man’s welfare— than God’s own truth? Trust me, such men deceive themselves!”

“It may be so,” said the young clergyman indifferently, as waiving a dis- cussion that he considered irrelevant or unseasonable. He had a ready fac- ulty, indeed, of escaping from any topic that agitated his too sensitive and ner vous temperament.—“But, now, I would ask of my well- skilled physi- cian, whether, in good sooth, he deems me to have proSted by his kindly care of this weak frame of mine?”

9. Judgment Day.

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Before Roger Chillingworth could answer, they heard the clear, wild laugh- ter of a young child’s voice, proceeding from the adjacent burial- ground. Looking instinctively from the open window,— for it was summer- time,—the minister beheld Hester Prynne and little Pearl passing along the footpath that traversed the inclosure. Pearl looked as beautiful as the day, but was in one of those moods of perverse merriment which, whenever they occurred, seemed to remove her entirely out of the sphere of sympathy or human con- tact. She now skipped irreverently from one grave to another; until, coming to the broad ^at, armourial tombstone of a departed worthy,— perhaps of Isaac Johnson himself,— she began to dance upon it. In reply to her mother’s command and entreaty that she would behave more decorously, little Pearl paused to gather the prickly burrs from a tall burdock, which grew beside the tomb. Taking a handful of these, she arranged them along the lines of the scarlet letter that decorated the maternal bosom, to which the burrs, as their nature was, tenaciously adhered. Hester did not pluck them off.

Roger Chillingworth had by this time approached the window, and smiled grimly down.

“There is no law, nor reverence for authority, no regard for human ordi- nances or opinions, right or wrong, mixed up with that child’s composi- tion,” remarked he, as much to himself as to his companion. “I saw her, the other day, bespatter the Governor himself with water, at the cattle- trough in Spring Lane. What, in Heaven’s name, is she? Is the imp altogether evil? Hath she affections? Hath she any discoverable principle of being?”

“None,—save the freedom of a broken law,” answered Mr. Dimmesdale, in a quiet way, as if he had been discussing the point within himself. “Whether capable of good, I know not.”

The child probably overheard their voices; for, looking up to the window, with a bright, but naughty smile of mirth and intelligence, she threw one of the prickly burrs at the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale. The sensitive clergy- man shrunk, with ner vous dread, from the light missile. Detecting his emo- tion, Pearl clapped her little hands in the most extravagant ecstasy. Hester Prynne, likewise, had involuntarily looked up; and all these four persons, old and young, regarded one another in silence, till the child laughed aloud, and shouted,—“Come away, mother! Come away, or yonder old Black Man will catch you! He hath got hold of the minister already. Come away, mother, or he will catch you! But he cannot catch little Pearl!”

So she drew her mother away, skipping, dancing, and frisking fantastically among the hillocks of the dead people, like a creature that had nothing in common with a bygone and buried generation, nor owned herself akin to it. It was as if she had been made afresh, out of new elements, and must perforce be permitted to live her own life, and be a law unto herself, with- out her eccentricities being reckoned to her for a crime.

“There goes a woman,” resumed Roger Chillingworth, after a pause, “who, be her demerits what they may, hath none of that mystery of hidden sinfulness which you deem so grievous to be borne. Is Hester Prynne the less miserable, think you, for that scarlet letter on her breast?”

“I do verily believe it,” answered the clergyman. “Nevertheless, I cannot answer for her. There was a look of pain in her face, which I would gladly have been spared the sight of. But still, methinks, it must needs be better

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for the sufferer to be free to show his pain, as this poor woman Hester is, than to cover it all up in his heart.”

There was another pause; and the physician began anew to examine and arrange the plants which he had gathered.

“You inquired of me, a little time agone,” said he, at length, “my judgment as touching your health.”

“I did,” answered the clergyman, “and would gladly learn it. Speak frankly, I pray you, be it for life or death.”

“Freely, then, and plainly,” said the physician, still busy with his plants, but keeping a wary eye on Mr. Dimmesdale, “the disorder is a strange one; not so much in itself, nor as outwardly manifested,— in so far, at least, as the symptoms have been laid open to my observation. Looking daily at you, my good Sir, and watching the tokens of your aspect, now for months gone by, I should deem you a man sore sick, it may be, yet not so sick but that an instructed and watchful physician might well hope to cure you. But— I know not what to say— the disease is what I seem to know, yet know it not.”

“You speak in riddles, learned Sir,” said the pale minister, glancing aside out of the window.

“Then, to speak more plainly,” continued the physician, “and I crave par- don, Sir,— should it seem to require pardon,— for this needful plainness of my speech. Let me ask,— as your friend,— as one having charge, under Providence, of your life and physical well- being,—hath all the operation of this disorder been fairly laid open and recounted to me?”

“How can you question it?” asked the minister. “Surely, it were child’s play to call in a physician, and then hide the sore!”

“You would tell me, then, that I know all?” said Roger Chillingworth, delib- erately, and Sxing an eye, bright with intense and concentrated intelligence, on the minister’s face. “Be it so! But, again! He to whom only the outward and physical evil is laid open knoweth, oftentimes, but half the evil which he is called upon to cure. A bodily disease, which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part. Your pardon, once again, good Sir, if my speech give the shadow of offence. You, Sir, of all men whom I have known, are he whose body is the closest conjoined, and imbued, and identiSed, so to speak, with the spirit whereof it is the instrument.”

“Then I need ask no further,” said the clergyman, somewhat hastily rising from his chair. “You deal not, I take it, in medicine for the soul!”

“Thus, a sickness,” continued Roger Chillingworth, going on, in an unal- tered tone, without heeding the interruption,— but standing up, and con- fronting the emaciated and white- cheeked minister with his low, dark, and misshapen Sgure,—“a sickness, a sore place, if we may so call it, in your spirit, hath immediately its appropriate manifestation in your bodily frame. Would you, therefore, that your physician heal the bodily evil? How may this be, unless you Srst lay open to him the wound or trouble in your soul?”

“No!—not to thee!— not to an earthly physician!” cried Mr. Dimmesdale, passionately, and turning his eyes, full and bright, and with a kind of Serce- ness, on old Roger Chillingworth. “Not to thee! But, if it be the soul’s disease, then do I commit myself to the one Physician of the soul! He, if it stand with his good plea sure, can cure; or he can kill! Let him do with me as, in his

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justice and wisdom, he shall see good. But who art thou, that meddlest in this matter?— that dares thrust himself between the sufferer and his God?”

With a frantic gesture, he rushed out of the room. “It is as well to have made this step,” said Roger Chillingworth to himself,

looking after the minister with a grave smile. “There is nothing lost. We shall be friends again anon. But see, now, how passion takes hold upon this man, and hurrieth him out of himself! As with one passion, so with another! He hath done a wild thing ere now, this pious Master Dimmesdale, in the hot passion of his heart!”

It proved not difScult to reëstablish the intimacy of the two companions, on the same footing and in the same degree as heretofore. The young clergy- man, after a few hours of privacy, was sensible that the disorder of his nerves had hurried him into an unseemly outbreak of temper, which there had been nothing in the physician’s words to excuse or palliate. He marvelled, indeed, at the violence with which he had thrust back the kind old man, when merely proffering the advice which it was his duty to bestow, and which the minister himself had expressly sought. With these remorseful feelings, he lost no time in making the amplest apologies, and besought his friend still to continue the care, which, if not successful in restoring him to health, had, in all probability, been the means of prolonging his feeble existence to that hour. Roger Chillingworth readily assented, and went on with his medical supervision of the minister; doing his best for him, in all good faith, but always quitting the patient’s apartment, at the close of a professional inter- view, with a mysterious and puzzled smile upon his lips. This expression was invisible in Mr. Dimmesdale’s presence, but grew strongly evident as the physician crossed the threshold.

“A rare case!” he muttered. “I must needs look deeper into it. A strange sympathy betwixt soul and body! Were it only for the art’s sake, I must search this matter to the bottom!”

It came to pass, not long after the scene above recorded, that the Rever- end Mr. Dimmesdale, at noon- day, and entirely unawares, fell into a deep, deep slumber, sitting in his chair, with a large black- letter1 volume open before him on the table. It must have been a work of vast ability in the som- niferous school of literature. The profound depth of the minister’s repose was the more remarkable; inasmuch as he was one of those persons whose sleep, ordinarily, is as light, as Stful, and as easily scared away, as a small bird hopping on a twig. To such an unwonted remoteness, however, had his spirit now withdrawn into itself, that he stirred not in his chair, when old Roger Chillingworth, without any extraordinary precaution, came into the room. The physician advanced directly in front of his patient, laid his hand upon his bosom, and thrust aside the vestment, that, hitherto, had always covered it even from the professional eye.

Then, indeed, Mr. Dimmesdale shuddered, and slightly stirred. After a brief pause, the physician turned away. But with what a wild look of wonder, joy, and horror! With what a ghastly

rapture, as it were, too mighty to be expressed only by the eye and features, and therefore bursting forth through the whole ugliness of his Sgure, and

1. An early typeface modeled on medieval script.

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making itself even riotously manifest by the extravagant gestures with which he threw up his arms towards the ceiling, and stamped his foot upon the ^oor! Had a man seen old Roger Chillingworth, at that moment of his ecstacy, he would have had no need to ask how Satan comports himself, when a precious human soul is lost to heaven, and won into his kingdom.

But what distinguished the physician’s ecstasy from Satan’s was the trait of wonder in it!

XI. The Interior of a Heart

After the incident last described, the intercourse between the clergyman and the physician, though externally the same, was really of another charac- ter than it had previously been. The intellect of Roger Chillingworth had now a sufSciently plain path before it. It was not, indeed, precisely that which he had laid out for himself to tread. Calm, gentle, passionless, as he appeared, there was yet, we fear, a quiet depth of malice, hitherto latent, but active now, in this unfortunate old man, which led him to imagine a more intimate revenge than any mortal had ever wreaked upon an enemy. To make himself the one trusted friend, to whom should be conSded all the fear, the remorse, the agony, the ineffectual repentance, the backward rush of sinful thoughts, expelled in vain! All that guilty sorrow, hidden from the world, whose great heart would have pitied and forgiven, to be revealed to him, the Pitiless, to him, the Unforgiving! All that dark trea sure to be lavished on the very man, to whom nothing else could so adequately pay the debt of vengeance!

The clergyman’s shy and sensitive reserve had balked this scheme. Roger Chillingworth, however, was inclined to be hardly, if at all, less satisSed with the aspect of affairs, which Providence— using the avenger and his victim for its own purposes, and, perchance, pardoning, where it seemed most to punish— had substituted for his black devices. A revelation, he could almost say, had been granted to him. It mattered little, for his object, whether celestial, or from what other region. By its aid, in all the subse- quent relations betwixt him and Mr. Dimmesdale, not merely the external presence, but the very inmost soul of the latter seemed to be brought out before his eyes, so that he could see and comprehend its every movement. He became, thenceforth, not a spectator only, but a chief actor, in the poor minister’s interior world. He could play upon him as he chose. Would he arouse him with a throb of agony? The victim was for ever on the rack; it needed only to know the spring that controlled the engine;— and the physi- cian knew it well! Would he startle him with sudden fear? As at the waving of a magician’s wand, uprose a grisly phantom,— uprose a thousand phantoms,— in many shapes, of death, or more awful shame, all ^ocking round about the clergyman, and pointing with their Sngers at his breast!

All this was accomplished with a subtlety so perfect, that the minister, though he had constantly a dim perception of some evil in^uence watching over him, could never gain a knowledge of its actual nature. True, he looked doubtfully, fearfully,— even, at times, with horror and the bitterness of hatred,— at the deformed Sgure of the old physician. His gestures, his gait, his grizzled beard, his slightest and most indifferent acts, the very fashion of his garments, were odious in the clergyman’s sight; a token, implicitly to be relied on, of a deeper antipathy in the breast of the latter than he was willing

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to acknowledge to himself. For, as it was impossible to assign a reason for such distrust and abhorrence, so Mr. Dimmesdale, conscious that the poison of one morbid spot was infecting his heart’s entire substance, attributed all his presentiments to no other cause. He took himself to task for his bad sym- pathies in reference to Roger Chillingworth, disregarded the lesson that he should have drawn from them, and did his best to root them out. Unable to accomplish this, he nevertheless, as a matter of principle, continued his habits of social familiarity with the old man, and thus gave him constant opportunities for perfecting the purpose to which— poor, forlorn creature that he was, and more wretched than his victim— the avenger had devoted himself.

While thus suffering under bodily disease, and gnawed and tortured by some black trouble of the soul, and given over to the machinations of his deadliest enemy, the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale had achieved a brilliant popularity in his sacred ofSce. He won it, indeed, in great part, by his sor- rows. His intellectual gifts, his moral perceptions, his power of experiencing and communicating emotion, were kept in a state of preternatural activity by the prick and anguish of his daily life. His fame, though still on its upward slope, already overshadowed the soberer reputations of his fellow- clergymen, eminent as several of them were. There were scholars among them, who had spent more years in acquiring abstruse lore, connected with the divine pro- fession, than Mr. Dimmesdale had lived; and who might well, therefore, be more profoundly versed in such solid and valuable attainments than their youthful brother. There were men, too, of a sturdier texture of mind than his, and endowed with a far greater share of shrewd, hard, iron or granite understanding; which, duly mingled with a fair proportion of doctrinal ingre- dient, constitutes a highly respectable, efScacious, and unamiable variety of the clerical species. There were others, again, true saintly fathers, whose faculties had been elaborated by weary toil among their books, and by patient thought, and etherealized, moreover, by spiritual communications with the better world, into which their purity of life had almost introduced these holy personages, with their garments of mortality still clinging to them. All that they lacked was the gift that descended upon the chosen disciples, at Pente- cost, in tongues of ^ame;2 symbolizing, it would seem, not the power of speech in foreign and unknown languages, but that of addressing the whole human brotherhood in the heart’s native language. These fathers, otherwise so apostolic, lacked Heaven’s last and rarest attestation of their ofSce, the Tongue of Flame. They would have vainly sought— had they ever dreamed of seeking— to express the highest truths through the humblest medium of familiar words and images. Their voices came down, afar and indistinctly, from the upper heights where they habitually dwelt.

Not improbably, it was to this latter class of men that Mr. Dimmesdale, by many of his traits of character, naturally belonged. To their high mountain- peaks of faith and sanctity he would have climbed, had not the tendency been thwarted by the burden, what ever it might be, of crime or anguish, beneath which it was his doom to totter. It kept him down, on a level with the lowest; him, the man of ethereal attributes, whose voice the angels might

2. See Acts 2.3 for the descent of the Holy Spirit to the disciples in the form of “cloven tongues like as of Sre” on the day of the Pentecost, which enabled them to speak to all nations.

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else have listened to and answered! But this very burden it was, that gave him sympathies so intimate with the sinful brotherhood of mankind; so that his heart vibrated in unison with theirs, and received their pain into itself, and sent its own throb of pain through a thousand other hearts, in gushes of sad, persuasive eloquence. Oftenest persuasive, but sometimes terrible! The people knew not the power that moved them thus. They deemed the young clergyman a miracle of holiness. They fancied him the mouth- piece of Heav- en’s messages of wisdom, and rebuke, and love. In their eyes, the very ground on which he trod was sanctiSed. The virgins of his church grew pale around him, victims of a passion so imbued with religious sentiment that they imag- ined it to be all religion, and brought it openly, in their white bosoms, as their most acceptable sacriSce before the altar. The aged members of his ^ock, beholding Mr. Dimmesdale’s frame so feeble, while they were them- selves so rugged in their inSrmity, believed that he would go heavenward before them, and enjoined it upon their children, that their old bones should be buried close to their young pastor’s holy grave. And, all this time, per- chance, when poor Mr. Dimmesdale was thinking of his grave, he ques- tioned with himself whether the grass would ever grow on it, because an accursed thing must there be buried!

It is inconceivable, the agony with which this public veneration tortured him! It was his genuine impulse to adore the truth, and to reckon all things shadow- like, and utterly devoid of weight or value, that had not its divine essence as the life within their life. Then, what was he?— a substance?— or the dimmest of all shadows? He longed to speak out, from his own pulpit, at the full height of his voice, and tell the people what he was. “I, whom you behold in these black garments of the priesthood,— I, who ascend the sacred desk, and turn my pale face heavenward, taking upon myself to hold communion, in your behalf, with the Most High Omniscience,— I, in whose daily life you discern the sanctity of Enoch,3— I, whose footsteps, as you suppose, leave a gleam along my earthly track, whereby the pilgrims that shall come after me may be guided to the regions of the blest,— I, who have laid the hand of baptism upon your children,— I, who have breathed the parting prayer over your dying friends, to whom the Amen sounded faintly from a world which they had quitted,— I, your pastor, whom you so rever- ence and trust, am utterly a pollution and a lie!”

More than once, Mr. Dimmesdale had gone into the pulpit, with a purpose never to come down its steps, until he should have spoken words like the above. More than once, he had cleared his throat, and drawn in the long, deep, and tremulous breath, which, when sent forth again, would come bur- dened with the black secret of his soul. More than once— nay, more than a hundred times— he had actually spoken! Spoken! But how? He had told his hearers that he was altogether vile, a viler companion of the vilest, the worst of sinners, an abomination, a thing of unimaginable iniquity; and that the only wonder was, that they did not see his wretched body shrivelled up before their eyes, by the burning wrath of the Almighty! Could there be plainer speech than this? Would not the people start up in their seats, by a simulta- neous impulse, and tear him down out of the pulpit which he deSled? Not so,

3. In Genesis 5.21– 24 Enoch is said to have “walked with God.”

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indeed! They heard it all, and did but reverence him the more. They little guessed what deadly purport lurked in those self- condemning words. “The godly youth!” said they among themselves. “The saint on earth! Alas, if he discern such sinfulness in his own white soul, what horrid spectacle would he behold in thine or mine!” The minister well knew— subtle, but remorseful hypocrite that he was!— the light in which his vague confession would be viewed. He had striven to put a cheat upon himself4 by making the avowal of a guilty conscience, but had gained only one other sin, and a self- acknowledged shame, without the momentary relief of being self- deceived. He had spoken the very truth, and transformed it into the veriest falsehood. And yet, by the constitution of his nature, he loved the truth, and loathed the lie, as few men ever did. Therefore, above all things else, he loathed his miserable self!

His inward trouble drove him to practices, more in accordance with the old, corrupted faith of Rome, than with the better light of the church in which he had been born and bred. In Mr. Dimmesdale’s secret closet, under lock and key, there was a bloody scourge.5 Oftentimes, this Protestant and Puritan divine had plied it on his own shoulders; laughing bitterly at himself the while, and smiting so much the more pitilessly, because of that bitter laugh. It was his custom, too, as it has been that of many other pious Puri- tans, to fast,— not, however, like them, in order to purify the body and ren- der it the Stter medium of celestial illumination,— but rigorously, and until his knees trembled beneath him, as an act of penance. He kept vigils, like- wise, night after night, sometimes in utter darkness; sometimes with a glim- mering lamp; and sometimes, viewing his own face in a looking- glass, by the most powerful light which he could throw upon it. He thus typiSed the constant introspection wherewith he tortured, but could not purify, himself. In these lengthened vigils, his brain often reeled, and visions seemed to ^it before him; perhaps seen doubtfully, and by a faint light of their own, in the remote dimness of the chamber, or more vividly, and close beside him, within the looking- glass. Now it was a herd of diabolic shapes, that grinned and mocked at the pale minister, and beckoned him away with them; now a group of shining angels, who ^ew upward heavily, as sorrow- laden, but grew more ethereal as they rose. Now came the dead friends of his youth, and his white- bearded father, with a saint- like frown, and his mother, turning her face away as she passed by. Ghost of a mother, thinnest fantasy of a mother,— methinks she might yet have thrown a pitying glance towards her son! And now, through the chamber which these spectral thoughts had made so ghastly, glided Hester Prynne, leading along little Pearl, in her scarlet garb, and pointing her foreSnger, Srst, at the scarlet letter on her bosom, and then at the clergyman’s own breast.

None of these visions ever quite deluded him. At any moment, by an effort of his will, he could discern substances through their misty lack of substance, and convince himself that they were not solid in their nature, like yonder table of carved oak, or that big, square leathern- bound and brazen- clasped volume of divinity. But, for all that, they were, in one sense, the truest and most substantial things which the poor minister now dealt with. It is the unspeakable misery of a life so false as his, that it steals the pith and

4. Label himself a cheat. 5. Whip.

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substance out of what ever realities there are around us, and which were meant by Heaven to be the spirit’s joy and nutriment. To the untrue man, the whole universe is false,— it is impalpable,— it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself, in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist. The only truth, that continued to give Mr. Dimmesdale a real existence on this earth, was the anguish in his inmost soul, and the undissembled expression of it in his aspect. Had he once found power to smile, and wear a face of gayety, there would have been no such man!

On one of those ugly nights, which we have faintly hinted at, but forborne to picture forth, the minister started from his chair. A new thought had struck him. There might be a moment’s peace in it. Attiring himself with as much care as if it had been for public worship, and precisely in the same manner, he stole softly down the staircase, undid the door, and issued forth.

XII. The Minister’s Vigil

Walking in the shadow of a dream, as it were, and perhaps actually under the in^uence of a species of somnambulism, Mr. Dimmesdale reached the spot, where, now so long since, Hester Prynne had lived through her Srst hour of public ignominy. The same platform or scaffold, black and weather- stained with the storm or sunshine of seven long years, and footworn, too, with the tread of many culprits who had since ascended it, remained standing beneath the balcony of the meeting- house. The minister went up the steps.

It was an obscure night of early May. An unvaried pall of cloud muf^ed the whole expanse of sky from zenith to horizon. If the same multitude which had stood as eyewitnesses while Hester Prynne sustained her punish- ment could now have been summoned forth, they would have discerned no face above the platform, nor hardly the outline of a human shape, in the dark gray of the midnight. But the town was all asleep. There was no peril of discovery. The minister might stand there, if it so pleased him, until morn- ing should redden in the east, without other risk than that the dank and chill night- air would creep into his frame, and stiffen his joints with rheu- matism, and clog his throat with catarrh and cough; thereby defrauding the expectant audience of to- morrow’s prayer and sermon. No eye could see him, save that ever- wakeful one which had seen him in his closet, wielding the bloody scourge. Why, then, had he come hither? Was it but the mockery of penitence? A mockery, indeed, but in which his soul tri^ed with itself! A mockery at which angels blushed and wept, while Sends rejoiced, with jeer- ing laughter! He had been driven hither by the impulse of that Remorse which dogged him everywhere, and whose own sister and closely linked companion was that Cowardice which invariably drew him back, with her tremulous gripe, just when the other impulse had hurried him to the verge of a disclosure. Poor, miserable man! what right had inSrmity like his to burden itself with crime? Crime is for the iron- nerved, who have their choice either to endure it, or, if it press too hard, to exert their Serce and savage strength for a good purpose, and ^ing it off at once! This feeble and most sensitive of spirits could do neither, yet continually did one thing or another, which intertwined, in the same inextricable knot, the agony of heaven- defying guilt and vain repentance.

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And thus, while standing on the scaffold, in this vain show of expiation, Mr. Dimmesdale was overcome with a great horror of mind, as if the uni- verse were gazing at a scarlet token on his naked breast, right over his heart. On that spot, in very truth, there was, and there had long been, the gnaw- ing and poisonous tooth of bodily pain. Without any effort of his will, or power to restrain himself, he shrieked aloud; an outcry that went pealing through the night, and was beaten back from one house to another, and reverberated from the hills in the background; as if a company of dev ils, detecting so much misery and terror in it, had made a plaything of the sound, and were bandying it to and fro.

“It is done!” muttered the minister, covering his face with his hands. “The whole town will awake, and hurry forth, and Snd me here!”

But it was not so. The shriek had perhaps sounded with a far greater power, to his own startled ears, than it actually possessed. The town did not awake; or, if it did, the drowsy slumberers mistook the cry either for some- thing frightful in a dream, or for the noise of witches; whose voices, at that period, were often heard to pass over the settlements or lonely cottages, as they rode with Satan through the air. The clergyman, therefore, hearing no symptoms of disturbance, uncovered his eyes and looked about him. At one of the chamber- windows of Governor Bellingham’s mansion, which stood at some distance, on the line of another street, he beheld the appearance of the old magistrate himself, with a lamp in his hand, a white night- cap on his head, and a long white gown enveloping his Sgure. He looked like a ghost, evoked unseasonably from the grave. The cry had evidently startled him. At another window of the same house, moreover, appeared old Mis- tress Hibbins, the Governor’s sister, also with a lamp, which, even thus far off, revealed the expression of her sour and discontented face. She thrust forth her head from the lattice, and looked anxiously upward. Beyond the shadow of a doubt, this venerable witch- lady had heard Mr. Dimmesdale’s outcry, and interpreted it, with its multitudinous echoes and reverberations, as the clamor of the Sends and night- hags, with whom she was well known to make excursions into the forest.

Detecting the gleam of Governor Bellingham’s lamp, the old lady quickly extinguished her own, and vanished. Possibly, she went up among the clouds. The minister saw nothing further of her motions. The magistrate, after a wary observation of the darkness— into which, nevertheless, he could see but little farther than he might into a mill- stone—retired from the window.

The minister grew comparatively calm. His eyes, however, were soon greeted by a little, glimmering light, which, at Srst a long way off, was approaching up the street. It threw a gleam of recognition on here a post, and there a garden- fence, and here a latticed windowpane, and there a pump, with its full trough of water, and here, again, an arched door of oak, with an iron knocker, and a rough log for the door- step. The Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale noted all these minute particulars, even while Srmly convinced that the doom of his existence was stealing onward, in the footsteps which he now heard; and that the gleam of the lantern would fall upon him, in a few moments more, and reveal his long- hidden secret. As the light drew nearer, he beheld, within its illuminated circle, his brother clergyman,— or, to speak more accurately, his professional father, as well as highly valued friend,— the Reverend Mr. Wilson; who, as Mr. Dimmesdale now conjectured, had

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been praying at the bedside of some dying man. And so he had. The good old minister came freshly from the death- chamber of Governor Winthrop, who had passed from earth to heaven within that very hour.6 And now, sur- rounded, like the saint- like personages of olden times, with a radiant halo, that gloriSed him amid this gloomy night of sin,— as if the departed Gover- nor had left him an inheritance of his glory, or as if he had caught upon himself the distant shine of the celestial city, while looking thitherward to see the triumphant pilgrim pass within its gates,— now, in short, good Father Wilson was moving homeward, aiding his footsteps with a lighted lantern! The glimmer of this luminary suggested the above conceits to Mr. Dimmes- dale, who smiled,— nay, almost laughed at them,— and then wondered if he were going mad.

As the Reverend Mr. Wilson passed beside the scaffold, closely muf^ing his Geneva cloak7 about him with one arm, and holding the lantern before his breast with the other, the minister could hardly restrain himself from speaking.

“A good eve ning to you, venerable Father Wilson! Come up hither, I pray you, and pass a pleasant hour with me!”

Good heavens! Had Mr. Dimmesdale actually spoken? For one instant, he believed that these words had passed his lips. But they were uttered only within his imagination. The venerable Father Wilson continued to step slowly onward, looking carefully at the muddy pathway before his feet, and never once turning his head towards the guilty platform. When the light of the glimmering lantern had faded quite away, the minister discovered, by the faintness which came over him, that the last few moments had been a crisis of terrible anxiety; although his mind had made an involuntary effort to relieve itself by a kind of lurid playfulness.

Shortly afterwards, the like grisly sense of the humorous again stole in among the solemn phantoms of his thought. He felt his limbs growing stiff with the unaccustomed chilliness of the night, and doubted whether he should be able to descend the steps of the scaffold. Morning would break, and Snd him there. The neighbourhood would begin to rouse itself. The ear- liest riser, coming forth in the dim twilight, would perceive a vaguely deSned Sgure aloft on the place of shame; and, half crazed betwixt alarm and curios- ity, would go, knocking from door to door, summoning all the people to behold the ghost— as he needs must think it— of some defunct transgressor. A dusky tumult would ^ap its wings from one house to another. Then— the morning light still waxing stronger— old patriarchs would rise up in great haste, each in his ^annel gown, and matronly dames, without pausing to put off their night- gear. The whole tribe of decorous personages, who had never heretofore been seen with a single hair of their heads awry, would start into public view, with the disorder of a nightmare in their aspects. Old Governor Bellingham would come grimly forth, with his King James’s ruff fastened askew; and Mistress Hibbins, with some twigs of the forest clinging to her skirts, and looking sourer than ever, as having hardly got a wink of sleep after her night ride; and good Father Wilson, too, after spending half the night at

6. The historical John Winthrop died in March (not May) 1649. 7. Black ministerial cloak named for Geneva,

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a death- bed, and liking ill to be disturbed, thus early, out of his dreams about the gloriSed saints. Hither, likewise, would come the elders and deacons of Mr. Dimmesdale’s church, and the young virgins who so idolized their minis- ter, and had made a shrine for him in their white bosoms; which, now, by the by, in their hurry and confusion, they would scantly have given themselves time to cover with their kerchiefs. All people, in a word, would come stum- bling over their thresholds, and turning up their amazed and horror- stricken visages around the scaffold. Whom would they discern there, with the red eastern light upon his brow? Whom, but the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale, half frozen to death, overwhelmed with shame, and standing where Hester Prynne had stood!

Carried away by the grotesque horror of this picture, the minister, unawares, and to his own inSnite alarm, burst into a great peal of laughter. It was immediately responded to by a light, airy, childish laugh, in which, with a thrill of the heart,— but he knew not whether of exquisite pain, or plea sure as acute,— he recognized the tones of little Pearl.

“Pearl! Little Pearl!” cried he, after a moment’s pause; then, suppressing his voice,—“Hester! Hester Prynne! Are you there?”

“Yes; it is Hester Prynne!” she replied, in a tone of surprise; and the min- ister heard her footsteps approaching from the sidewalk, along which she had been passing.—“It is I, and my little Pearl.”

“Whence come you, Hester?” asked the minister. “What sent you hither?” “I have been watching at a death- bed,” answered Hester Prynne;—“at

Governor Winthrop’s death- bed, and have taken his mea sure for a robe, and am now going homeward to my dwelling.”

“Come up hither, Hester, thou and little Pearl,” said the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale. “Ye have both been here before, but I was not with you. Come up hither once again, and we will stand all three together!”

She silently ascended the steps, and stood on the platform, holding little Pearl by the hand. The minister felt for the child’s other hand, and took it. The moment that he did so, there came what seemed a tumultuous rush of new life, other life than his own, pouring like a torrent into his heart, and hurrying through all his veins, as if the mother and the child were commu- nicating their vital warmth to his half- torpid system. The three formed an electric chain.

“Minister!” whispered little Pearl. “What wouldst thou say, child?” asked Mr. Dimmesdale. “Wilt thou stand here with mother and me, to- morrow noontide?”

inquired Pearl. “Nay; not so, my little Pearl!” answered the minister; for, with the new

energy of the moment, all the dread of public exposure, that had so long been the anguish of his life, had returned upon him; and he was already trembling at the conjunction in which— with a strange joy, nevertheless— he now found himself. “Not so, my child. I shall, indeed, stand with thy mother and thee one other day, but not to- morrow!”

Pearl laughed, and attempted to pull away her hand. But the minister held it fast.

“A moment longer, my child!” said he. “But wilt thou promise,” asked Pearl, “to take my hand, and mother’s

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“Not then, Pearl,” said the minister, “but another time!” “And what other time?” persisted the child. “At the great judgment day!” whispered the minister,— and, strangely

enough, the sense that he was a professional teacher of the truth impelled him to answer the child so. “Then, and there, before the judgment- seat, thy mother, and thou, and I, must stand together! But the daylight of this world shall not see our meeting!”

Pearl laughed again. But, before Mr. Dimmesdale had done speaking, a light gleamed far and

wide over all the muf^ed sky. It was doubtless caused by one of those mete- ors, which the night- watcher may so often observe burning out to waste, in the vacant regions of the atmosphere. So powerful was its radiance, that it thoroughly illuminated the dense medium of cloud betwixt the sky and earth. The great vault brightened, like the dome of an im mense lamp. It showed the familiar scene of the street, with the distinctness of mid- day, but also with the awfulness that is always imparted to familiar objects by an unaccustomed light. The wooden houses, with their jutting stories and quaint gable- peaks; the door- steps and thresholds, with the early grass springing up about them; the garden- plots, black with freshly turned earth; the wheel- track, little worn, and, even in the market- place, margined with green on either side;— all were visible, but with a singularity of aspect that seemed to give another moral interpretation to the things of this world than they had ever borne before. And there stood the minister, with his hand over his heart; and Hester Prynne, with the embroidered letter glimmering on her bosom; and little Pearl, herself a symbol, and the connecting link between these two. They stood in the noon of that strange and solemn splendor, as if it were the light that is to reveal all secrets, and the daybreak that shall unite all who belong to one another.

There was witchcraft in little Pearl’s eyes; and her face, as she glanced upward at the minister, wore that naughty smile which made its expression frequently so elvish. She withdrew her hand from Mr. Dimmesdale’s, and pointed across the street. But he clasped both his hands over his breast, and cast his eyes towards the zenith.

Nothing was more common, in those days, than to interpret all meteoric appearances, and other natural phenomena, that occurred with less regu- larity than the rise and set of sun and moon, as so many revelations from a supernatural source. Thus, a blazing spear, a sword of ^ame, a bow, or a sheaf of arrows, seen in the midnight sky, preSgured Indian warfare. Pesti- lence was known to have been foreboded by a shower of crimson light. We doubt whether any marked event, for good or evil, ever befell New En gland, from its settlement down to Revolutionary times, of which the inhabitants had not been previously warned by some spectacle of this nature. Not sel- dom, it had been seen by multitudes. Oftener, however, its credibility rested on the faith of some lonely eyewitness, who beheld the wonder through the colored, magnifying, and distorting medium of his imagination, and shaped it more distinctly in his after- thought. It was, indeed, a majestic idea, that the destiny of nations should be revealed, in these awful hieroglyphics, on the cope8 of heaven. A scroll so wide might not be deemed too expansive for

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Providence to write a people’s doom upon. The belief was a favorite one with our forefathers, as betokening that their infant commonwealth was under a celestial guardianship of peculiar intimacy and strictness. But what shall we say, when an individual discovers a revelation, addressed to himself alone, on the same vast sheet of record! In such a case, it could only be the symptom of a highly disordered mental state, when a man, rendered morbidly self- contemplative by long, intense, and secret pain, had extended his egotism over the whole expanse of nature, until the Sr- mament itself should appear no more than a Stting page for his soul’s his- tory and fate.

We impute it, therefore, solely to the disease in his own eye and heart, that the minister, looking upward to the zenith, beheld there the appearance of an im mense letter,— the letter A,— marked out in lines of dull red light. Not but the meteor may have shown itself at that point, burning duskily through a veil of cloud; but with no such shape as his guilty imagination gave it; or, at least, with so little deSniteness, that another’s guilt might have seen another symbol in it.

There was a singular circumstance that characterized Mr. Dimmes- dale’s psychological state, at this moment. All the time that he gazed upward to the zenith, he was, nevertheless, perfectly aware that little Pearl was pointing her Snger towards old Roger Chillingworth, who stood at no great distance from the scaffold. The minister appeared to see him, with the same glance that discerned the miraculous letter. To his features, as to all other objects, the meteoric light imparted a new expression; or it might well be that the physician was not careful then, as at all other times, to hide the malevolence with which he looked upon his victim. Certainly, if the meteor kindled up the sky, and disclosed the earth, with an awfulness that admonished Hester Prynne and the clergyman of the day of judgment, then might Roger Chillingworth have passed with them for the arch- Send, standing there, with a smile and scowl, to claim his own. So vivid was the expression, or so intense the minister’s perception of it, that it seemed still to remain painted on the darkness, after the meteor had vanished, with an effect as if the street and all things else were at once annihilated.

“Who is that man, Hester?” gasped Mr. Dimmesdale, overcome with ter- ror. “I shiver at him! Dost thou know the man? I hate him, Hester!”

She remembered her oath, and was silent. “I tell thee, my soul shivers at him,” muttered the minister again, “Who is

he? Who is he? Canst thou do nothing for me? I have a nameless horror of the man.”

“Minister,” said little Pearl, “I can tell thee who he is!” “Quickly, then, child!” said the minister, bending his ear close to her lips.

“Quickly!— and as low as thou canst whisper.” Pearl mumbled something into his ear, that sounded, indeed, like human

language, but was only such gibberish as children may be heard amusing themselves with, by the hour together. At all events, if it involved any secret information in regard to old Roger Chillingworth, it was in a tongue unknown to the erudite clergyman, and did but increase the bewilderment of his mind. The elvish child then laughed aloud.

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“Thou wast not bold!— thou wast not true!” answered the child. “Thou wouldst not promise to take my hand, and mother’s hand, to- morrow noon- tide!”

“Worthy Sir,” said the physician, who had now advanced to the foot of the platform. “Pious Master Dimmesdale! can this be you? Well, well, indeed! We men of study, whose heads are in our books, have need to be straitly looked after! We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep. Come, good Sir, and my dear friend, I pray you, let me lead you home!”

“How knewest thou that I was here?” asked the minister, fearfully. “Verily, and in good faith,” answered Roger Chillingworth, “I knew noth-

ing of the matter. I had spent the better part of the night at the bedside of the worshipful Governor Winthrop, doing what my poor skill might to give him ease. He going home to a better world, I, likewise, was on my way home- ward, when this strange light shone out. Come with me, I beseech you, Reverend Sir; else you will be poorly able to do Sabbath duty to- morrow. Aha! see now, how they trouble the brain,— these books!— these books! You should study less, good Sir, and take a little pastime; or these night- whimseys will grow upon you!”

“I will go home with you,” said Mr. Dimmesdale. With a chill despondency, like one awaking, all nerveless, from an ugly

dream, he yielded himself to the physician, and was led away. The next day, however, being the Sabbath, he preached a discourse which

was held to be the richest and most powerful, and the most replete with heavenly in^uences, that had ever proceeded from his lips. Souls, it is said, more souls than one, were brought to the truth by the efScacy of that ser- mon, and vowed within themselves to cherish a holy gratitude towards Mr. Dimmesdale throughout the long hereafter. But, as he came down the pulpit- steps, the gray- bearded sexton met him, holding up a black glove, which the minister recognized as his own.

“It was found,” said the sexton, “this morning, on the scaffold, where evil- doers are set up to public shame. Satan dropped it there, I take it, intending a scurrilous jest against your reverence. But, indeed, he was blind and fool- ish, as he ever and always is. A pure hand needs no glove to cover it!”

“Thank you, my good friend,” said the minister gravely, but startled at heart; for, so confused was his remembrance, that he had almost brought himself to look at the events of the past night as visionary. “Yes, it seems to be my glove indeed!”

“And, since Satan saw St to steal it, your reverence must needs handle him without gloves, henceforward,” remarked the old sexton, grimly smil- ing, “But did your reverence hear of the portent that was seen last night? A great red letter in the sky,— the letter A,— which we interpret to stand for Angel. For, as our good Governor Winthrop was made an angel this past night, it was doubtless held St that there should be some notice thereof!”

“No,” answered the minister, “I had not heard of it.”

XIII. Another View of Hester

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than childish weakness. It grovelled helpless on the ground, even while his intellectual faculties retained their pristine strength, or had perhaps acquired a morbid energy, which disease only could have given them. With her knowl- edge of a train of circumstances hidden from all others, she could readily infer, that, besides the legitimate action of his own conscience, a terrible machinery had been brought to bear, and was still operating, on Mr. Dim- mesdale’s well- being and repose. Knowing what this poor, fallen man had once been, her whole soul was moved by the shuddering terror with which he had appealed to her,— the outcast woman,— for support against his instinc- tively discovered enemy. She decided, moreover, that he had a right to her utmost aid. Little accustomed, in her long seclusion from society, to mea sure her ideas of right and wrong by any standard external to herself, Hester saw— or seemed to see— that there lay a responsibility upon her, in reference to the clergyman, which she owed to no other, nor to the whole world besides. The links that united her to the rest of human kind— links of ^owers, or silk, or gold, or what ever the material— had all been broken. Here was the iron link of mutual crime, which neither he nor she could break. Like all other ties, it brought along with it its obligations.

Hester Prynne did not now occupy precisely the same position in which we beheld her during the earlier periods of her ignominy. Years had come, and gone. Pearl was now seven years old. Her mother, with the scarlet letter on her breast, glittering in its fantastic embroidery, had long been a familiar object to the townspeople. As is apt to be the case when a person stands out in any prominence before the community, and, at the same time, interferes neither with public nor individual interests and con ve nience, a species of general regard had ultimately grown up in reference to Hester Prynne. It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selSshness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet pro- cess, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility. In this matter of Hester Prynne, there was neither irritation nor irksomeness. She never bat- tled with the public, but submitted uncomplainingly to its worst usage; she made no claim upon it, in requital for what she suffered; she did not weigh upon its sympathies. Then, also, the blameless purity of her life, during all these years in which she had been set apart to infamy, was reckoned largely in her favor. With nothing now to lose, in the sight of mankind, and with no hope, and seemingly no wish, of gaining any thing, it could only be a genuine regard for virtue that had brought back the poor wanderer to its paths.

It was perceived, too, that, while Hester never put forward even the hum- blest title to share in the world’s privileges,— farther than to breathe the common air, and earn daily bread for little Pearl and herself by the faithful labor of her hands,— she was quick to acknowledge her sisterhood with the race of man, whenever beneSts were to be conferred. None so ready as she to give of her little substance to every demand of poverty; even though the bitter- hearted pauper threw back a gibe in requital of the food brought regularly to his door, or the garments wrought for him by the Sngers that could have embroidered a monarch’s robe. None so self- devoted as Hester, when pestilence stalked through the town. In all seasons of calamity, indeed, whether general or of individuals, the outcast of society at once found her place. She came, not as a guest, but as a rightful inmate, into the house hold

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that was darkened by trouble; as if its gloomy twilight were a medium in which she was entitled to hold intercourse with her fellow- creatures. There glimmered the embroidered letter, with comfort in its unearthly ray. Else where the token of sin, it was the taper of the sick- chamber. It had even thrown its gleam, in the sufferer’s hard extremity, across the verge of time. It had shown him where to set his foot, while the light of earth was fast becom- ing dim, and ere the light of futurity could reach him. In such emergencies, Hester’s nature showed itself warm and rich; a well- spring of human ten- derness, unfailing to every real demand, and inexhaustible by the largest. Her breast, with its badge of shame, was but the softer pillow for the head that needed one. She was self- ordained a Sister of Mercy; or, we may rather say, the world’s heavy hand had so ordained her, when neither the world nor she looked forward to this result. The letter was the symbol of her calling. Such helpfulness was found in her,— so much power to do, and power to sympathize,— that many people refused to interpret the scarlet A by its original signiScation. They said that it meant Able; so strong was Hester Prynne, with a woman’s strength.

It was only the darkened house that could contain her. When sunshine came again, she was not there. Her shadow had faded across the threshold. The helpful inmate had departed, without one backward glance to gather up the meed9 of gratitude, if any were in the hearts of those whom she had served so zealously. Meeting them in the street, she never raised her head to receive their greeting. If they were resolute to accost her, she laid her Snger on the scarlet letter, and passed on. This might be pride, but was so like humility, that it produced all the softening in^uence of the latter qual- ity on the public mind. The public is despotic in its temper; it is capable of denying common justice, when too strenuously demanded as a right; but quite as frequently it awards more than justice, when the appeal is made, as despots love to have it made, entirely to its generosity. Interpreting Hester Prynne’s deportment as an appeal of this nature, society was inclined to show its former victim a more benign countenance than she cared to be favored with, or, perchance, than she deserved.

The rulers, and the wise and learned men of the community, were longer in acknowledging the in^uence of Hester’s good qualities than the people. The prejudices which they shared in common with the latter were fortiSed in themselves by an iron framework of reasoning, that made it a far tougher labor to expel them. Day by day, nevertheless, their sour and rigid wrinkles were relaxing into something which, in the due course of years, might grow to be an expression of almost benevolence. Thus it was with the men of rank, on whom their eminent position imposed the guardianship of the public mor- als. Individuals in private life, meanwhile, had quite forgiven Hester Prynne for her frailty; nay, more, they had begun to look upon the scarlet letter as the token, not of that one sin, for which she had borne so long and dreary a pen- ance, but of her many good deeds since. “Do you see that woman with the embroidered badge?” they would say to strangers. “It is our Hester,— the town’s own Hester,— who is so kind to the poor, so helpful to the sick, so comfortable to the af^icted!” Then, it is true, the propensity of human nature

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to tell the very worst of itself, when embodied in the person of another, would constrain them to whisper the black scandal of bygone years. It was none the less a fact, however, that, in the eyes of the very men who spoke thus, the scarlet letter had the effect of the cross on a nun’s bosom. It imparted to the wearer a kind of sacredness, which enabled her to walk securely amid all peril. Had she fallen among thieves, it would have kept her safe. It was reported, and believed by many, that an Indian had drawn his arrow against the badge, and that the missile struck it, but fell harmless to the ground.

The effect of the symbol— or rather, of the position in respect to society that was indicated by it— on the mind of Hester Prynne herself, was powerful and peculiar. All the light and graceful foliage of her character had been withered up by this red- hot brand, and had long ago fallen away, leaving a bare and harsh outline, which might have been repulsive, had she possessed friends or companions to be repelled by it. Even the attractiveness of her per- son had undergone a similar change. It might be partly owing to the studied austerity of her dress, and partly to the lack of demonstration in her manners. It was a sad transformation, too, that her rich and luxuriant hair had either been cut off, or was so completely hidden by a cap, that not a shining lock of it ever once gushed into the sunshine. It was due in part to all these causes, but still more to something else, that there seemed to be no longer any thing in Hester’s face for Love to dwell upon; nothing in Hester’s form, though majestic and statue- like, that Passion would ever dream of clasping in its embrace; nothing in Hester’s bosom, to make it ever again the pillow of Affection. Some attribute had departed from her, the permanence of which had been essential to keep her a woman. Such is frequently the fate, and such the stern development, of the feminine character and person, when the woman has encountered, and lived through, an experience of peculiar sever- ity. If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or— and the outward semblance is the same— crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more. The latter is perhaps the truest theory. She who has once been woman, and ceased to be so, might at any moment become a woman again, if there were only the magic touch to effect the transSguration. We shall see whether Hester Prynne were ever afterwards so touched, and so transSgured.

Much of the marble coldness of Hester’s impression was to be attributed to the circumstance that her life had turned, in a great mea sure, from pas- sion and feeling, to thought. Standing alone in the world,— alone, as to any dependence on society, and with little Pearl to be guided and protected,— alone, and hopeless of retrieving her position, even had she not scorned to consider it desirable,— she cast away the fragments of a broken chain. The world’s law was no law for her mind. It was an age in which the human intel- lect, newly emancipated, had taken a more active and a wider range than for many centuries before. Men of the sword had overthrown nobles and kings.1 Men bolder than these had overthrown and rearranged— not actually, but within the sphere of theory, which was their most real abode— the whole system of ancient prejudice, wherewith was linked much of ancient principle.

1. Hawthorne alludes to the En glish Civil War, whose dates (1642–49) parallel those of the novel. In January 1649, King Charles was beheaded by the Puritan revolutionaries led by Oliver Cromwell.

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Hester Prynne imbibed this spirit. She assumed a freedom of speculation, then common enough on the other side of the Atlantic, but which our forefa- thers, had they known of it, would have held to be a deadlier crime than that stigmatized by the scarlet letter. In her lonesome cottage, by the seashore, thoughts visited her, such as dared to enter no other dwelling in New En gland; shadowy guests, that would have been as perilous as demons to their enter- tainer, could they have been seen so much as knocking at her door.

It is remarkable, that persons who speculate the most boldly often con- form with the most perfect quietude to the external regulations of society. The thought sufSces them, without investing itself in the ^esh and blood of action. So it seemed to be with Hester. Yet, had little Pearl never come to her from the spiritual world, it might have been far otherwise. Then, she might have come down to us in history, hand in hand with Ann Hutchinson, as the foundress of a religious sect. She might, in one of her phases, have been a prophetess. She might, and not improbably would, have suffered death from the stern tribunals of the period, for attempting to undermine the founda- tions of the Puritan establishment. But, in the education of her child, the mother’s enthusiasm of thought had something to wreak itself upon. Provi- dence, in the person of this little girl, had assigned to Hester’s charge the germ and blossom of womanhood, to be cherished and developed amid a host of difSculties. Every thing was against her. The world was hostile. The child’s own nature had something wrong in it, which continually beto- kened that she had been born amiss,— the ef^uence of her mother’s lawless passion,— and often impelled Hester to ask, in bitterness of heart, whether it were for ill or good that the poor little creature had been born at all.

Indeed, the same dark question often rose into her mind, with reference to the whole race of womanhood. Was existence worth accepting, even to the happiest among them? As concerned her own individual existence, she had long ago decided in the negative, and dismissed the point as settled. A ten- dency to speculation, though it may keep woman quiet, as it does man, yet makes her sad. She discerns, it may be, such a hopeless task before her. As a Srst step, the whole system of society is to be torn down, and built up anew. Then, the very nature of the opposite sex, or its long hereditary habit, which has become like nature, is to be essentially modiSed, before woman can be allowed to assume what seems a fair and suitable position. Finally, all other difSculties being obviated, woman cannot take advantage of these prelimi- nary reforms, until she herself shall have undergone a still mightier change; in which, perhaps, the ethereal essence, wherein she has her truest life, will be found to have evaporated. A woman never overcomes these problems by any exercise of thought. They are not to be solved, or only in one way. If her heart chance to come uppermost, they vanish. Thus, Hester Prynne, whose heart had lost its regular and healthy throb, wandered without a clew in the dark labyrinth of mind; now turned aside by an insurmountable precipice; now starting back from a deep chasm. There was wild and ghastly scenery all around her, and a home and comfort nowhere. At times, a fearful doubt strove to possess her soul, whether it were not better to send Pearl at once to heaven, and go herself to such futurity as Eternal Justice should provide.

The scarlet letter had not done its ofSce. Now, however, her interview with the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, on the

night of his vigil, had given her a new theme of re^ection, and held up to her

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an object that appeared worthy of any exertion and sacriSce for its attain- ment. She had witnessed the intense misery beneath which the minister struggled, or, to speak more accurately, had ceased to struggle. She saw that he stood on the verge of lunacy, if he had not already stepped across it. It was impossible to doubt, that, what ever painful efScacy there might be in the secret sting of remorse, a deadlier venom had been infused into it by the hand that proffered relief. A secret enemy had been continually by his side, under the semblance of a friend and helper, and had availed himself of the opportunities thus afforded for tampering with the delicate springs of Mr. Dimmesdale’s nature. Hester could not but ask herself, whether there had not originally been a defect of truth, courage, and loyalty, on her own part, in allowing the minister to be thrown into a position where so much evil was to be foreboded, and nothing auspicious to be hoped. Her only justiScation lay in the fact, that she had been able to discern no method of rescuing him from a blacker ruin than had overwhelmed herself, except by acquiescing in Roger Chillingworth’s scheme of disguise. Under that impulse, she had made her choice, and had chosen, as it now appeared, the more wretched alternative of the two. She determined to redeem her error, so far as it might yet be possible. Strengthened by years of hard and solemn trial, she felt her- self no longer so inadequate to cope with Roger Chillingworth as on that night, abased by sin, and half maddened by the ignominy that was still new, when they had talked together in the prison- chamber. She had climbed her way, since then, to a higher point. The old man, on the other hand, had brought himself nearer to her level, or perhaps below it, by the revenge which he had stooped for.

In Sne, Hester Prynne resolved to meet her former husband, and do what might be in her power for the rescue of the victim on whom he had so evi- dently set his gripe. The occasion was not long to seek. One afternoon, walk- ing with Pearl in a retired part of the peninsula, she beheld the old physician, with a basket on one arm, and a staff in the other hand, stooping along the ground, in quest of roots and herbs to concoct his medicines withal.

XIV. Hester and the Physician

Hester bade little Pearl run down to the margin of the water, and play with the shells and tangled seaweed, until she should have talked awhile with yon- der gatherer of herbs. So the child ̂ ew away like a bird, and, making bare her small white feet, went pattering along the moist margin of the sea. Here and there, she came to a full stop, and peeped curiously into a pool, left by the retiring tide as a mirror for Pearl to see her face in. Forth peeped at her, out of the pool, with dark, glistening curls around her head, and an elf- smile in her eyes, the image of a little maid, whom Pearl, having no other playmate, invited to take her hand and run a race with her. But the visionary little maid, on her part, beckoned likewise, as if to say,—“This is a better place! Come thou into the pool!” And Pearl, stepping in, mid- leg deep, beheld her own white feet at the bottom; while, out of a still lower depth, came the gleam of a kind of fragmentary smile, ^oating to and fro in the agitated water.

Meanwhile, her mother had accosted the physician. “I would speak a word with you,” said she,—“a word that concerns us

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“Aha! And is it Mistress Hester that has a word for old Roger Chilling- worth?” answered he, raising himself from his stooping posture. “With all my heart! Why, Mistress, I hear good tidings of you on all hands! No longer ago than yester- eve, a magistrate, a wise and godly man, was discoursing of your affairs, Mistress Hester, and whispered me that there had been ques- tion concerning you in the council. It was debated whether or no, with safety to the common weal, yonder scarlet letter might be taken off your bosom. On my life, Hester, I made my entreaty to the worshipful magistrate that it might be done forthwith!”

“It lies not in the plea sure of the magistrates to take off this badge,” calmly replied Hester. “Were I worthy to be quit of it, it would fall away of its own nature, or be transformed into something that should speak a dif- ferent purport.”

“Nay, then, wear it, if it suit you better,” rejoined he. “A woman must needs follow her own fancy, touching the adornment of her person. The letter is gayly embroidered, and shows right bravely on your bosom!”

All this while, Hester had been looking steadily at the old man, and was shocked, as well as wonder- smitten, to discern what a change had been wrought upon him within the past seven years. It was not so much that he had grown older; for though the traces of advancing life were visible, he bore his age well, and seemed to retain a wiry vigor and alertness. But the former aspect of an intellectual and studious man, calm and quiet, which was what she best remembered in him, had altogether vanished, and been succeeded by an eager, searching, almost Serce, yet carefully guarded look. It seemed to be his wish and purpose to mask this expression with a smile; but the latter played him false, and ^ickered over his visage so derisively, that the spectator could see his blackness all the better for it. Ever and anon, too, there came a glare of red light out of his eyes; as if the old man’s soul were on Sre, and kept on smouldering duskily within his breast, until, by some casual puff of passion, it was blown into a momentary ^ame. This he repressed as speedily as possible, and strove to look as if nothing of the kind had happened.

In a word, old Roger Chillingworth was a striking evidence of man’s fac- ulty of transforming himself into a dev il, if he will only, for a reasonable space of time, undertake a dev il’s ofSce. This unhappy person had effected such a transformation by devoting himself, for seven years, to the constant analysis of a heart full of torture, and deriving his enjoyment thence, and adding fuel to those Sery tortures which he analyzed and gloated over.

The scarlet letter burned on Hester Prynne’s bosom. Here was another ruin, the responsibility of which came partly home to her.

“What see you in my face,” asked the physician, “that you look at it so earnestly?”

“Something that would make me weep, if there were any tears bitter enough for it,” answered she. “But let it pass! It is of yonder miserable man that I would speak.”

“And what of him?” cried Roger Chillingworth eagerly, as if he loved the topic, and were glad of an opportunity to discuss it with the only person of whom he could make a conSdant. “Not to hide the truth, Mistress Hester, my thoughts happen just now to be busy with the gentleman. So speak freely; and I will make answer.”

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“When we last spake together,” said Hester, “now seven years ago, it was your plea sure to extort a promise of secrecy, as touching the former relation betwixt yourself and me. As the life and good fame of yonder man were in your hands, there seemed no choice to me, save to be silent, in accordance with your behest. Yet it was not without heavy misgivings that I thus bound myself; for, having cast off all duty towards other human beings, there remained a duty towards him; and something whispered me that I was betray- ing it, in pledging myself to keep your counsel. Since that day, no man is so near to him as you. You tread behind his every footstep. You are beside him, sleeping and waking. You search his thoughts. You burrow and rankle in his heart! Your clutch is on his life, and you cause him to die daily a living death; and still he knows you not. In permitting this, I have surely acted a false part by the only man to whom the power was left me to be true!”

“What choice had you?” asked Roger Chillingworth. “My Snger, pointed at this man, would have hurled him from his pulpit into a dungeon,— thence, peradventure, to the gallows!”

“It had been better so!” said Hester Prynne. “What evil have I done the man?” asked Roger Chillingworth again. “I

tell thee, Hester Prynne, the richest fee that ever physician earned from monarch could not have brought such care as I have wasted on this miser- able priest! But for my aid, his life would have burned away in torments, within the Srst two years after the perpetration of his crime and thine. For, Hester, his spirit lacked the strength that could have borne up, as thine has, beneath a burden like thy scarlet letter. O, I could reveal a goodly secret! But enough! What art can do, I have exhausted on him. That he now breathes, and creeps about on earth, is owing all to me!”

“Better he had died at once!” said Hester Prynne. “Yea, woman, thou sayest truly!” cried old Roger Chillingworth, letting

the lurid Sre of his heart blaze out before her eyes. “Better had he died at once! Never did mortal suffer what this man has suffered. And all, all, in the sight of his worst enemy! He has been conscious of me. He has felt an in^u- ence dwelling always upon him like a curse. He knew, by some spiritual sense,— for the Creator never made another being so sensitive as this,— he knew that no friendly hand was pulling at his heart- strings, and that an eye was looking curiously into him, which sought only evil, and found it. But he knew not that the eye and hand were mine! With the superstition common to his brotherhood, he fancied himself given over to a Send, to be tortured with frightful dreams, and desperate thoughts, the sting of remorse, and despair of pardon; as a foretaste of what awaits him beyond the grave. But it was the constant shadow of my presence!— the closest propinquity of the man whom he had most vilely wronged!— and who had grown to exist only by this perpetual poison of the direst revenge! Yea, indeed!— he did not err!— there was a Send at his elbow! A mortal man, with once a human heart, has become a Send for his especial torment!”

The unfortunate physician, while uttering these words, lifted his hands with a look of horror, as if he had beheld some frightful shape, which he could not recognize, usurping the place of his own image in a glass. It was one of those moments— which sometimes occur only at the interval of years— when a man’s moral aspect is faithfully revealed to his mind’s eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed himself as he did now.

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“Hast thou not tortured him enough?” said Hester, noticing the old man’s look. “Has he not paid thee all?”

“No!—no!—He has but increased the debt!” answered the physician; and, as he proceeded, his manner lost its Sercer characteristics, and subsided into gloom. “Dost thou remember me, Hester, as I was nine years agone? Even then, I was in the autumn of my days, nor was it the early autumn. But all my life had been made up of earnest, studious, thoughtful, quiet years, bestowed faithfully for the increase of mine own knowledge, and faithfully, too, though this latter object was but casual to the other,— faithfully, for the advancement of human welfare. No life had been more peaceful and inno- cent than mine; few lives so rich with beneSts conferred. Dost thou remem- ber me? Was I not, though you might deem me cold, nevertheless a man thoughtful for others, craving little for himself,— kind, true, just, and of constant, if not warm affections? Was I not all this?”

“All this, and more,” said Hester. “And what am I now?” demanded he, looking into her face, and permit-

ting the whole evil within him to be written on his features. “I have already told thee what I am! A Send! Who made me so?”

“It was myself!” cried Hester, shuddering. “It was I, not less than he. Why hast thou not avenged thyself on me?”

“I have left thee to the scarlet letter,” replied Roger Chillingworth. “If that have not avenged me, I can do no more!”

He laid his Snger on it, with a smile. “It has avenged thee!” answered Hester Prynne. “I judged no less,” said the physician. “And now, what wouldst thou with

me touching this man?” “I must reveal the secret,” answered Hester, Srmly. “He must discern thee

in thy true character. What may be the result, I know not. But this long debt of conSdence, due from me to him, whose bane and ruin I have been, shall at length be paid. So far as concerns the overthrow or preservation of his fair fame and his earthly state, and perchance his life, he is in thy hands. Nor do I,— whom the scarlet letter has disciplined to truth, though it be the truth of red- hot iron, entering into the soul,— nor do I perceive such advantage in his living any longer a life of ghastly emptiness, that I shall stoop to implore thy mercy. Do with him as thou wilt! There is no good for him,— no good for me,— no good for thee! There is no good for little Pearl! There is no path to guide us out of this dismal maze!”

“Woman, I could wellnigh pity thee!” said Roger Chillingworth, unable to restrain a thrill of admiration too; for there was a quality almost majestic in the despair which she expressed. “Thou hadst great elements. Peradven- ture, hadst thou met earlier with a better love than mine, this evil had not been. I pity thee, for the good that has been wasted in thy nature!”

“And I thee,” answered Hester Prynne, “for the hatred that has trans- formed a wise and just man to a Send! Wilt thou yet purge it out of thee, and be once more human? If not for his sake, then doubly for thine own! Forgive, and leave his further retribution to the Power that claims it! I said, but now, that there could be no good event for him, or thee, or me, who are here wan- dering together in this gloomy maze of evil, and stumbling, at every step, over the guilt wherewith we have strewn our path. It is not so! There might be good for thee, and thee alone, since thou hast been deeply wronged, and

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hast it at thy will to pardon. Wilt thou give up that only privilege? Wilt thou reject that priceless beneSt?”

“Peace, Hester, peace!” replied the old man, with gloomy sternness. “It is not granted me to pardon. I have no such power as thou tellest me of. My old faith, long forgotten, comes back to me, and explains all that we do, and all we suffer. By thy Srst step awry, thou didst plant the germ of evil; but, since that moment, it has all been a dark necessity. Ye that have wronged me are not sinful, save in a kind of typical illusion; neither am I Send- like, who have snatched a Send’s ofSce from his hands. It is our fate. Let the black ^ower blossom as it may! Now go thy ways, and deal as thou wilt with yonder man.”

He waved his hand, and betook himself again to his employment of gath- ering herbs.

XV. Hester and Pearl

So Roger Chillingworth— a deformed old Sgure, with a face that haunted men’s memories longer than they liked— took leave of Hester Prynne, and went stooping away along the earth. He gathered here and there an herb, or grubbed up a root, and put it into the basket on his arm. His gray beard almost touched the ground, as he crept onward. Hester gazed after him a little while, looking with a half- fantastic curiosity to see whether the tender grass of early spring would not be blighted beneath him, and show the wavering track of his footsteps, sere and brown, across its cheerful verdure. She wondered what sort of herbs they were, which the old man was so sedu- lous to gather. Would not the earth, quickened to an evil purpose by the sympathy of his eye, greet him with poisonous shrubs, of species hitherto unknown, that would start up under his Sngers? Or might it sufSce him, that every wholesome growth should be converted into something deleteri- ous and malignant at his touch? Did the sun, which shone so brightly everywhere else, really fall upon him? Or was there, as it rather seemed, a circle of ominous shadow moving along with his deformity, whichever way he turned himself? And whither was he now going? Would he not suddenly sink into the earth, leaving a barren and blasted spot, where in due course of time, would be seen deadly nightshade, dogwood, henbane,2 and what- ever else of vegetable wickedness the climate could produce, all ^ourishing with hideous luxuriance? Or would he spread bat’s wings and ^ee away, looking so much the uglier, the higher he rose towards heaven?

“Be it sin or no,” said Hester Prynne bitterly, as she still gazed after him, “I hate the man!”

She upbraided herself for the sentiment, but could not overcome or lessen it. Attempting to do so, she thought of those long- past days, in a distant land, when he used to emerge at eventide from the seclusion of his study, and sit down in the Sre- light of their home, and in the light of her nuptial smile. He needed to bask himself in that smile, he said, in order that the chill of so many lonely hours among his books might be taken off the scholar’s heart. Such scenes had once appeared not otherwise than happy, but now, as viewed through the dismal medium of her subsequent life, they classed themselves

2. Plants that are poisonous, produce poison, or are associated with witchcraft.

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among her ugliest remembrances. She marvelled how such scenes could have been! She marvelled how she could ever have been wrought upon to marry him! She deemed it her crime most to be repented of, that she had ever endured, and reciprocated, the lukewarm grasp of his hand, and had suf- fered the smile of her lips and eyes to mingle and melt into his own. And it seemed a fouler offence committed by Roger Chillingworth, than any which had since been done him, that, in the time when her heart knew no better, he had persuaded her to fancy herself happy by his side.

“Yes, I hate him!” repeated Hester, more bitterly than before. “He betrayed me! He has done me worse wrong than I did him!”

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may be their miserable fortune, as it was Roger Chillingworth’s, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm con- tent, the marble image of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality. But Hester ought long ago to have done with this injus- tice. What did it betoken? Had seven long years, under the torture of the scarlet letter, in^icted so much of misery, and wrought out no repentance?

The emotions of that brief space, while she stood gazing after the crooked Sgure of old Roger Chillingworth, threw a dark light on Hester’s state of mind, revealing much that she might not otherwise have acknowledged to herself.

He being gone, she summoned back her child. “Pearl! Little Pearl! Where are you?” Pearl, whose activity of spirit never ^agged, had been at no loss for amuse-

ment while her mother talked with the old gatherer of herbs. At Srst, as already told, she had ^irted fancifully with her own image in a pool of water, beckoning the phantom forth, and— as it declined to venture— seeking a passage for herself into its sphere of impalpable earth and unattainable sky. Soon Snding, however, that either she or the image was unreal, she turned elsewhere for better pastime. She made little boats out of birch- bark, and freighted them with snail- shells, and sent out more ventures on the mighty deep than any merchant in New En gland; but the larger part of them found- ered near the shore. She seized a live horse shoe by the tail, and made prize of several Sve- Sngers,3 and laid out a jelly- Ssh to melt in the warm sun. Then she took up the white foam, that streaked the line of the advancing tide, and threw it upon the breeze, scampering after it with winged footsteps, to catch the great snow- ̂ akes ere they fell. Perceiving a ^ock of beach- birds, that fed and ^uttered along the shore, the naughty child picked up her apron full of pebbles, and, creeping from rock to rock after these small sea- fowl, dis- played remarkable dexterity in pelting them. One little gray bird, with a white breast, Pearl was almost sure, had been hit by a pebble, and ^uttered away with a broken wing. But then the elf- child sighed, and gave up her sport; because it grieved her to have done harm to a little being that was as wild as the sea- breeze, or as wild as Pearl herself.

Her Snal employment was to gather sea- weed, of various kinds, and make herself a scarf, or mantle, and a head- dress, and thus assume the aspect of

3. Five- rayed starSsh. “Horse shoe”: horse shoe crab.

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a little mermaid. She inherited her mother’s gift for devising drapery and costume. As the last touch to her mermaid’s garb, Pearl took some eel- grass, and imitated, as best she could, on her own bosom, the decoration with which she was so familiar on her mother’s. A letter,— the letter A,— but freshly green, instead of scarlet! The child bent her chin upon her breast, and contem- plated this device with strange interest; even as if the one only thing for which she had been sent into the world was to make out its hidden import.

“I wonder if mother will ask me what it means!” thought Pearl. Just then, she heard her mother’s voice, and, ^itting along as lightly as one

of the little sea- birds, appeared before Hester Prynne, dancing, laughing, and pointing her Snger to the ornament upon her bosom.

“My little Pearl,” said Hester, after a moment’s silence, “the green letter, and on thy childish bosom, has no purport. But dost thou know, my child, what this letter means which thy mother is doomed to wear?”

“Yes, mother,” said the child. “It is the great letter A. Thou hast taught it me in the horn- book.”4

Hester looked steadily into her little face; but, though there was that sin- gular expression which she had so often remarked in her black eyes, she could not satisfy herself whether Pearl really attached any meaning to the symbol. She felt a morbid desire to ascertain the point.

“Dost thou know, child, wherefore thy mother wears this letter?” “Truly do I!” answered Pearl, looking brightly into her mother’s face. “It is

for the same reason that the minister keeps his hand over his heart!” “And what reason is that?” asked Hester, half smiling at the absurd incon-

gruity of the child’s observation; but, on second thoughts, turning pale. “What has the letter to do with any heart, save mine?”

“Nay, mother, I have told all I know,” said Pearl, more seriously than she was wont to speak. “Ask yonder old man whom thou hast been talking with! It may be he can tell. But in good earnest now, mother dear, what does this scarlet letter mean?— and why dost thou wear it on they bosom?— and why does the minister keep his hand over his heart?”

She took her mother’s hand in both her own, and gazed into her eyes with an earnestness that was seldom seen in her wild and capricious character. The thought occurred to Hester, that the child might really be seeking to approach her with childlike conSdence, and doing what she could, and as intelligently as she knew how, to establish a meeting- point of sympathy. It showed Pearl in an unwonted aspect. Heretofore, the mother, while loving her child with the intensity of a sole affection, had schooled herself to hope for little other return than the waywardness of an April breeze; which spends its time in airy sport, and has its gusts of inexplicable passion, and is petulant in its best of moods, and chills oftener than caresses you, when you take it to your bosom; in requital of which misdemeanours, it will sometimes, of its own vague purpose, kiss your cheek with a kind of doubt- ful tenderness, and play gently with your hair, and then begone about its other idle business, leaving a dreamy plea sure at your heart. And this, more- over, was a mother’s estimate of the child’s disposition. Any other observer might have seen few but unamiable traits, and have given them a far darker

4. A child’s “Srst reader” or primer consisting of a single page, with the alphabet, religious materials, or the like protected by a transparent sheet made from an animal’s horn.

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coloring. But now the idea came strongly into Hester’s mind, that Pearl, with her remarkable precocity and acuteness, might already have approached the age when she could be made a friend, and intrusted with as much of her mother’s sorrows as could be imparted, without irreverence either to the parent or the child. In the little chaos of Pearl’s character, there might be seen emerging— and could have been, from the very Srst— the stead- fast principles of an un^inching courage,— an uncontrollable will,— a sturdy pride, which might be disciplined into self- respect,—and a bitter scorn of many things, which, when examined, might be found to have the taint of falsehood in them. She possessed affections, too, though hitherto acrid and disagreeable, as are the richest ^avors of unripe fruit. With all these ster- ling attributes, thought Hester, the evil which she inherited from her mother must be great indeed, if a noble woman do not grow out of this elf- ish child.

Pearl’s inevitable tendency to hover about the enigma of the scarlet letter seemed an innate quality of her being. From the earliest epoch of her con- scious life, she had entered upon this as her appointed mission. Hester had often fancied that Providence had a design of justice and retribution, in endowing the child with this marked propensity; but never, until now, had she bethought herself to ask, whether, linked with that design, there might not likewise be a purpose of mercy and beneScence. If little Pearl were entertained with faith and trust, as a spirit- messenger no less than an earthly child, might it not be her errand to soothe away the sorrow that lay cold in her mother’s heart, and converted it into a tomb?— and to help her to overcome the passion, once so wild, and even yet neither dead nor asleep, but only imprisoned within the same tomb- like heart?

Such were some of the thoughts that now stirred in Hester’s mind, with as much vivacity of impression as if they had actually been whispered into her ear. And there was little Pearl, all this while, holding her mother’s hand in both her own, and turning her face upward, while she put these search- ing questions, once, and again, and still a third time.

“What does the letter mean, mother?— and why dost thou wear it?— and why does the minister keep his hand over his heart?”

“What shall I say?” thought Hester to herself.—“No! If this be the price of the child’s sympathy, I cannot pay it!”

Then she spoke aloud. “Silly Pearl,” said she, “what questions are these? There are many things

in this world that a child must not ask about. What know I of the minister’s heart? And as for the scarlet letter, I wear it for the sake of its gold thread!”

In all the seven bygone years, Hester Prynne had never before been false to the symbol on her bosom. It may be that it was the talisman of a stern and severe, but yet a guardian spirit, who now forsook her; as recognizing that, in spite of his strict watch over her heart, some new evil had crept into it, or some old one had never been expelled. As for little Pearl, the earnest- ness soon passed out of her face.

But the child did not see St to let the matter drop. Two or three times, as her mother and she went homeward, and as often at supper- time, and while Hester was putting her to bed, and once after she seemed to be fairly asleep, Pearl looked up, with mischief gleaming in her black eyes.

“Mother,” said she, “what does the scarlet letter mean?”

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And the next morning, the Srst indication the child gave of being awake was by popping up her head from the pillow, and making that other inquiry, which she had so unaccountably connected with her investigations about the scarlet letter:—

“Mother!—Mother!—Why does the minister keep his hand over his heart?”

“Hold thy tongue, naughty child!” answered her mother, with an asperity that she had never permitted to herself before. “Do not tease me; else I shall shut thee into the dark closet!”

XVI. A Forest Walk

Hester Prynne remained constant in her resolve to make known to Mr. Dimmes dale, at what ever risk of present pain or ulterior consequences, the true character of the man who had crept into his intimacy. For several days, however, she vainly sought an opportunity of addressing him in some of the meditative walks which she knew him to be in the habit of taking, along the shores of the peninsula, or on the wooded hills of the neighbouring country. There would have been no scandal, indeed, nor peril to the holy whiteness of the clergyman’s good fame, had she visited him in his own study; where many a penitent, ere now, had confessed sins of perhaps as deep a die as the one betokened by the scarlet letter. But, partly that she dreaded the secret or undisguised interference of old Roger Chillingworth, and partly that her conscious heart imputed suspicion where none could have been felt, and partly that both the minister and she would need the whole wide world to breathe in, while they talked together,— for all these reasons, Hester never thought of meeting him in any narrower privacy than beneath the open sky.

At last, while attending in a sick- chamber, whither the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale had been summoned to make a prayer, she learnt that he had gone, the day before, to visit the Apostle Eliot,5 among his Indian converts. He would probably return, by a certain hour, in the afternoon of the mor- row. Betimes, therefore, the next day, Hester took little Pearl,— who was necessarily the companion of all her mother’s expeditions, however incon- ve nient her presence,— and set forth.

The road, after the two wayfarers had crossed from the peninsula to the mainland, was no other than a footpath. It straggled onward into the mys- tery of the primeval forest. This hemmed it in so narrowly, and stood so black and dense on either side, and disclosed such imperfect glimpses of the sky above, that, to Hester’s mind, it imaged not amiss the moral wilder- ness in which she had so long been wandering. The day was chill and som- bre. Overhead was a gray expanse of cloud, slightly stirred, however, by a breeze; so that a gleam of ^ickering sunshine might now and then be seen at its solitary play along the path. This ^itting cheerfulness was always at the farther extremity of some long vista through the forest. The sportive sunlight— feebly sportive, at best, in the predominant pensiveness of the day and scene— withdrew itself as they came nigh, and left the spots where it had danced the drearier, because they had hoped to Snd them bright.

5. The historical John Eliot (1604– 1690), self- appointed missionary to American Indians.

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“Mother,” said little Pearl, “the sunshine does not love you. It runs away and hides itself, because it is afraid of something on your bosom. Now, see! There it is, playing, a good way off. Stand you here, and let me run and catch it. I am but a child. It will not ^ee from me; for I wear nothing on my bosom yet!”

“Nor ever will, my child, I hope,” said Hester. “And why not, mother?” asked Pearl, stopping short, just at the beginning

of her race. “Will not it come of its own accord, when I am a woman grown?” “Run away, child,” answered her mother, “and catch the sunshine! It will

soon be gone.” Pearl set forth, at a great pace, and, as Hester smiled to perceive, did actu-

ally catch the sunshine, and stood laughing in the midst of it, all brightened by its splendor, and scintillating with the vivacity excited by rapid motion. The light lingered about the lonely child, as if glad of such a playmate, until her mother had drawn almost nigh enough to step into the magic circle too.

“It will go now!” said Pearl, shaking her head. “See!” answered Hester, smiling. “Now I can stretch out my hand, and

grasp some of it.” As she attempted to do so, the sunshine vanished; or, to judge from the

bright expression that was dancing on Pearl’s features, her mother could have fancied that the child had absorbed it into herself, and would give it forth again, with a gleam about her path, as they should plunge into some gloomier shade. There was no other attribute that so much impressed her with a sense of new and untransmitted vigor in Pearl’s nature, as this never- failing vivacity of spirits; she had not the disease of sadness, which almost all children, in these latter days, inherit, with the scrofula,6 from the troubles of their ances- tors. Perhaps this too was a disease, and but the re^ex of the wild energy with which Hester had fought against her sorrows, before Pearl’s birth. It was certainly a doubtful charm, imparting a hard, metallic lustre to the child’s character. She wanted— what some people want throughout life— a grief that should deeply touch her, and thus humanize and make her capable of sympa- thy. But there was time enough yet for little Pearl!

“Come, my child!” said Hester, looking about her, from the spot where Pearl had stood still in the sunshine. “We will sit down a little way within the wood, and rest ourselves.”

“I am not aweary, mother,” replied the little girl. “But you may sit down, if you will tell me a story meanwhile.”

“A story, child!” said Hester. “And about what?” “O, a story about the Black Man!” answered Pearl, taking hold of her

mother’s gown, and looking up, half earnestly, half mischievously, into her face. “How he haunts this forest, and carries a book with him,— a big, heavy book, with iron clasps; and how this ugly Black Man offers his book and an iron pen to every body that meets him here among the trees; and they are to write their names with their own blood. And then he sets his mark on their bosoms! Didst thou ever meet the Black Man, mother?”

“And who told you this story, Pearl?” asked her mother, recognizing a common superstition of the period.

6. Tubercular infection of the skin of the neck.

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“It was the old dame in the chimney- corner, at the house where you watched last night,” said the child. “But she fancied me asleep while she was talking of it. She said that a thousand and a thousand people had met him here, and had written in his book, and have his mark on them. And that ugly- tempered lady, old Mistress Hibbins, was one. And, mother, the old dame said that this scarlet letter was the Black Man’s mark on thee, and that it glows like a red ^ame when thou meetest him at midnight, here in the dark wood. Is it true, mother? And dost thou go to meet him in the night- time?”

“Didst thou ever awake, and Snd thy mother gone?” asked Hester. “Not that I remember,” said the child. “If thou fearest to leave me in our

cottage, thou mightest take me along with thee. I would very gladly go! But, mother, tell me now! Is there such a Black Man? And didst thou ever meet him? And is this his mark?”

“Wilt thou let me be at peace, if I once tell thee?” asked her mother. “Yes, if thou tellest me all,” answered Pearl. “Once in my life I met the Black Man!” said her mother. “This scarlet let-

ter is his mark!” Thus conversing, they entered sufSciently deep into the wood to secure

themselves from the observation of any casual passenger along the forest- track. Here they sat down on a luxuriant heap of moss; which, at some epoch of the preceding century, had been a gigantic pine, with its roots and trunk in the darksome shade, and its head aloft in the upper atmosphere. It was a little dell where they had seated themselves, with a leaf- strewn bank rising gently on either side, and a brook ̂ owing through the midst, over a bed of fallen and drowned leaves. The trees impending over it had ^ung down great branches, from time to time, which choked up the current, and compelled it to form eddies and black depths at some points; while, in its swifter and livelier pas- sages, there appeared a channel- way of pebbles, and brown, sparkling sand. Letting the eyes follow along the course of the stream, they could catch the re^ected light from its water, at some short distance within the forest, but soon lost all traces of it amid the bewilderment of tree- trunks and under- brush, and here and there a huge rock, covered over with gray lichens. All these giant trees and boulders of granite seemed intent on making a mystery of the course of this small brook; fearing, perhaps, that, with its never- ceasing loquacity, it should whisper tales out of the heart of the old forest whence it ^owed, or mirror its revelations on the smooth surface of a pool. Continually, indeed, as it stole onward, the streamlet kept up a babble, kind, quiet, sooth- ing, but melancholy, like the voice of a young child that was spending its infancy without playfulness, and knew not how to be merry among sad acquaintance and events of sombre hue.

“O brook! O foolish and tiresome little brook!” cried Pearl, after listening awhile to its talk. “Why art thou so sad? Pluck up a spirit, and do not be all the time sighing and murmuring!”

But the brook, in the course of its little lifetime among the forest- trees, had gone through so solemn an experience that it could not help talking about it, and seemed to have nothing else to say. Pearl resembled the brook, inasmuch as the current of her life gushed from a well- spring as mysterious, and had ^owed through scenes shadowed as heavily with gloom. But, unlike the little stream, she danced and sparkled, and prattled airily along her course.

“What does this sad little brook say, mother?” inquired she.

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“If thou hadst a sorrow of thine own, the brook might tell thee of it,” answered her mother, “even as it is telling me of mine! But now, Pearl, I hear a footstep along the path, and the noise of one putting aside the branches. I would have thee betake thyself to play, and leave me to speak with him that comes yonder.”

“Is it the Black Man?” asked Pearl. “Wilt thou go and play, child?” repeated her mother. “But do not stray far

into the wood. And take heed that thou come at my Srst call.” “Yes, mother,” answered Pearl. “But, if it be the Black Man, wilt thou not

let me stay a moment, and look at him, with his big book under his arm?” “Go, silly child!” said her mother, impatiently. “It is no Black Man! Thou

canst see him now through the trees. It is the minister!” “And so it is!” said the child. “And, mother, he has his hand over his heart!

Is it because, when the minister wrote his name in the book, the Black Man set his mark in that place? But why does he not wear it outside his bosom, as thou dost, mother?”

“Go now, child, and thou shalt tease me as thou wilt another time,” cried Hester Prynne. “But do not stray far. Keep where thou canst hear the bab- ble of the brook.”

The child went singing away, following up the current of the brook, and striving to mingle a more lightsome cadence with its melancholy voice. But the little stream would not be comforted, and still kept telling its unintelligi- ble secret of some very mournful mystery that had happened— or making a prophetic lamentation about something that was yet to happen— within the verge of the dismal forest. So Pearl, who had enough of shadow in her own little life, chose to break off all acquaintance with this repining brook. She set herself, therefore, to gathering violets and wood- anemones, and some scarlet columbines that she found growing in the crevices of a high rock.

When her elf- child had departed, Hester Prynne made a step or two towards the track that led through the forest, but still remained under the deep shadow of the trees. She beheld the minister advancing along the path, entirely alone, and leaning on a staff which he had cut by the way- side. He looked haggard and feeble, and betrayed a nerveless despondency in his air, which had never so remarkably characterized him in his walks about the settlement, nor in any other situation where he deemed himself liable to notice. Here it was wofully visible, in this intense seclusion of the forest, which of itself would have been a heavy trial to the spirits. There was a list- lessness in his gait; as if he saw no reason for taking one step farther, nor felt any desire to do so, but would have been glad, could he be glad of any thing, to ^ing himself down at the root of the nearest tree, and lie there passive for evermore. The leaves might bestrew him, and the soil gradually accumulate and form a little hillock over his frame, no matter whether there were life in it or no. Death was too deSnite an object to be wished for, or avoided.

To Hester’s eye, the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale exhibited no symptom of positive and vivacious suffering, except that, as little Pearl had remarked, he kept his hand over his heart.

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XVII. The Pastor and His Parishioner

Slowly as the minister walked, he had almost gone by, before Hester Prynne could gather voice enough to attract his observation. At length, she suc- ceeded.

“Arthur Dimmesdale!” she said, faintly at Srst; then louder, but hoarsely. “Arthur Dimmesdale!”

“Who speaks?” answered the minister. Gathering himself quickly up, he stood more erect, like a man taken by

surprise in a mood to which he was reluctant to have witnesses. Throwing his eyes anxiously in the direction of the voice, he indistinctly beheld a form under the trees, clad in garments so sombre, and so little relieved from the gray twilight into which the clouded sky and the heavy foliage had darkened the noontide, that he knew not whether it were a woman or a shadow. It may be, that his pathway through life was haunted thus, by a spectre that had stolen out from among his thoughts.

He made a step nigher, and discovered the scarlet letter. “Hester! Hester Prynne!” said he. “Is it thou? Art thou in life?” “Even so!” she answered. “In such life as has been mine these seven years

past! And thou, Arthur Dimmesdale, dost thou yet live?” It was no wonder that they thus questioned one another’s actual and

bodily existence, and even doubted of their own. So strangely did they meet, in the dim wood, that it was like the Srst encounter, in the world beyond the grave, of two spirits who had been intimately connected in their former life, but now stood coldly shuddering, in mutual dread; as not yet familiar with their state, nor wonted to the companionship of disembodied beings. Each a ghost, and awe- stricken at the other ghost! They were awe- stricken likewise at themselves; because the crisis ^ung back to them their consciousness, and revealed to each heart its history and experience, as life never does, except at such breathless epochs. The soul beheld its features in the mirror of the passing moment. It was with fear, and tremulously, and, as it were, by a slow, reluctant necessity, that Arthur Dimmesdale put forth his hand, chill as death, and touched the chill hand of Hester Prynne. The grasp, cold as it was, took away what was dreariest in the interview. They now felt them- selves, at least, inhabitants of the same sphere.

Without a word more spoken,— neither he nor she assuming the guid- ance, but with an unexpressed consent,— they glided back into the shadow of the woods, whence Hester had emerged, and sat down on the heap of moss where she and Pearl had before been sitting. When they found voice to speak, it was, at Srst, only to utter remarks and inquiries such as any two acquaintance might have made, about the gloomy sky, the threatening storm, and, next, the health of each. Thus they went onward, not boldly, but step by step, into the themes that were brooding deepest in their hearts. So long estranged by fate and circumstances, they needed something slight and casual to run before, and throw open the doors of intercourse, so that their real thoughts might be led across the threshold.

After a while, the minister Sxed his eyes on Hester Prynne’s. “Hester,” said he, “hast thou found peace?” She smiled drearily, looking down upon her bosom. “Hast thou?” she asked.

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“None!—nothing but despair!” he answered. “What else could I look for, being what I am, and leading such a life as mine? Were I an atheist,— a man devoid of conscience,— a wretch with coarse and brutal instincts,— I might have found peace, long ere now. Nay, I never should have lost it! But, as matters stand with my soul, what ever of good capacity there originally was in me, all of God’s gifts that were the choicest have become the minis- ters of spiritual torment. Hester, I am most miserable!”

“The people reverence thee,” said Hester. “And surely thou workest good among them! Doth this bring thee no comfort?”

“More misery, Hester!— only the more misery!” answered the clergyman, with a bitter smile. “As concerns the good which I may appear to do, I have no faith in it. It must needs be a delusion. What can a ruined soul, like mine, effect towards the redemption of other souls!— or a polluted soul, towards their puriScation? And as for the people’s reverence, would that it were turned to scorn and hatred! Canst thou deem it, Hester, a consolation, that I must stand up in my pulpit, and meet so many eyes turned upward to my face, as if the light of heaven were beaming from it!— must see my ^ock hungry for the truth, and listening to my words as if a tongue of Pentecost were speaking!— and then look inward, and discern the black reality of what they idolize? I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am! And Satan laughs at it!”

“You wrong yourself in this,” said Hester, gently. “You have deeply and sorely repented. Your sin is left behind you, in the days long past. Your pres- ent life is not less holy, in very truth, than it seems in people’s eyes. Is there no reality in the penitence thus sealed and witnessed by good works? And wherefore should it not bring you peace?”

“No, Hester, no!” replied the clergyman. “There is no substance in it! It is cold and dead, and can do nothing for me! Of penance I have had enough! Of penitence there has been none! Else, I should long ago have thrown off these garments of mock holiness, and have shown myself to mankind as they will see me at the judgment- seat. Happy are you, Hester, that wear the scarlet letter openly upon your bosom! Mine burns in secret! Thou little knowest what a relief it is, after the torment of a seven years’ cheat, to look into an eye that recognizes me for what I am! Had I one friend,— or were it my worst enemy!— to whom, when sickened with the praises of all other men, I could daily betake myself, and be known as the vilest of all sinners, methinks my soul might keep itself alive thereby. Even thus much of truth would save me! But, now, it is all falsehood!— all emptiness!— all death!”

Hester Prynne looked into his face, but hesitated to speak. Yet, uttering his long- restrained emotions so vehemently as he did, his words here offered her the very point of circumstances in which to interpose what she came to say. She conquered her fears, and spoke.

“Such a friend as thou hast even now wished for,” said she, “with whom to weep over thy sin, thou hast in me, the partner of it!”— Again she hesi- tated, but brought out the words with an effort.—“Thou hast long had such an enemy, and dwellest with him under the same roof!”

The minister started to his feet, gasping for breath, and clutching at his heart as if he would have torn it out of his bosom.

“Ha! What sayest thou?” cried he. “An enemy! And under mine own roof! What mean you?”

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Hester Prynne was now fully sensible of the deep injury for which she was responsible to this unhappy man, in permitting him to lie for so many years, or, indeed, for a single moment, at the mercy of one, whose purposes could not be other than malevolent. The very contiguity of his enemy, beneath what ever mask the latter might conceal himself, was enough to disturb the magnetic sphere of a being so sensitive as Arthur Dimmesdale. There had been a period when Hester was less alive to this consideration; or, perhaps, in the misanthropy of her own trouble, she left the minister to bear what she might picture to herself as a more tolerable doom. But of late, since the night of his vigil, all her sympathies towards him had been both softened and invigorated. She now read his heart more accurately. She doubted not, that the continual presence of Roger Chillingworth,— the secret poison of his malignity, infecting all the air about him,— and his authorized interfer- ence, as a physician, with the minister’s physical and spiritual inSrmities,— that these bad opportunities had been turned to a cruel purpose. By means of them, the sufferer’s conscience had been kept in an irritated state, the tendency of which was, not to cure by wholesome pain, but to disor ga nize and corrupt his spiritual being. Its result, on earth, could hardly fail to be insanity, and hereafter, that eternal alienation from the Good and True, of which madness is perhaps the earthly type.

Such was the ruin to which she had brought the man, once,— nay, why should we not speak it?— still so passionately loved! Hester felt that the sacriSce of the clergyman’s good name, and death itself, as she had already told Roger Chillingworth, would have been inSnitely preferable to the alter- native which she had taken upon herself to choose. And now, rather than have had this grievous wrong to confess, she would gladly have lain down on the forest- leaves, and died there, at Arthur Dimmesdale’s feet.

“O Arthur,” cried she, “forgive me! In all things else, I have striven to be true! Truth was the one virtue which I might have held fast, and did hold fast through all extremity; save when thy good,— thy life,— thy fame,— were put in question! Then I consented to a deception. But a lie is never good, even though death threaten on the other side! Dost thou not see what I would say? That old man!— the physician!— he whom they call Roger Chillingworth!— he was my husband!”

The minister looked at her, for an instant, with all that violence of pas- sion, which— intermixed, in more shapes than one, with his higher, purer, softer qualities— was, in fact, the portion of him which the Dev il claimed, and through which he sought to win the rest. Never was there a blacker or a Sercer frown, than Hester now encountered. For the brief space that it lasted, it was a dark transSguration. But his character had been so much enfeebled by suffering, that even its lower energies were incapable of more than a temporary struggle. He sank down on the ground, and buried his face in his hands.

“I might have known it!” murmured he. “I did know it! Was not the secret told me in the natural recoil of my heart, at the Srst sight of him, and as often as I have seen him since? Why did I not understand? O Hester Prynne, thou little, little knowest all the horror of this thing! And the shame!— the indelicacy!— the horrible ugliness of this exposure of a sick and guilty heart to the very eye that would gloat over it! Woman, woman, thou art account- able for this! I cannot forgive thee!”

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“Thou shalt forgive me!” cried Hester, ^inging herself on the fallen leaves beside him. “Let God punish! Thou shalt forgive!”

With sudden and desperate tenderness, she threw her arms around him, and pressed his head against her bosom; little caring though his cheek rested on the scarlet letter. He would have released himself, but strove in vain to do so. Hester would not set him free, lest he should look her sternly in the face. All the world had frowned on her,— for seven long years had it frowned upon this lonely woman,— and still she bore it all, nor ever once turned away her Srm, sad eyes. Heaven, likewise, had frowned upon her, and she had not died. But the frown of this pale, weak, sinful, and sorrow- stricken man was what Hester could not bear, and live!

“Wilt thou yet forgive me?” she repeated, over and over again. “Wilt thou not frown? Wilt thou forgive?”

“I do forgive you, Hester,” replied the minister, at length, with a deep utterance out of an abyss of sadness, but no anger. “I freely forgive you now. May God forgive us both! We are not, Hester, the worst sinners in the world. There is one worse than even the polluted priest! That old man’s revenge has been blacker than my sin. He has violated, in cold blood, the sanctity of a human heart. Thou and I, Hester, never did so!”

“Never, never!” whispered she. “What we did had a consecration of its own. We felt it so! We said so to each other! Hast thou forgotten it?”

“Hush, Hester!” said Arthur Dimmesdale, rising from the ground. “No; I have not forgotten!”

They sat down again, side by side, and hand clasped in hand, on the mossy trunk of the fallen tree. Life had never brought them a gloomier hour; it was the point whither their pathway had so long been tending, and darkening ever, as it stole along;— and yet it inclosed a charm that made them linger upon it, and claim another, and another, and, after all, another moment. The forest was obscure around them, and creaked with a blast that was passing through it. The boughs were tossing heavily above their heads; while one solemn old tree groaned dolefully to another, as if telling the sad story of the pair that sat beneath, or constrained to forebode evil to come.

And yet they lingered. How dreary looked the forest- track that led back- ward to the settlement, where Hester Prynne must take up again the burden of her ignominy, and the minister the hollow mockery of his good name! So they lingered an instant longer. No golden light had ever been so precious as the gloom of this dark forest. Here, seen only by his eyes, the scarlet letter need not burn into the bosom of the fallen woman! Here, seen only by her eyes, Arthur Dimmesdale, false to God and man, might be, for one moment, true!

He started at a thought that suddenly occurred to him. “Hester,” cried he, “here is a new horror! Roger Chillingworth knows your

purpose to reveal his true character. Will he continue, then, to keep our secret? What will now be the course of his revenge?”

“There is a strange secrecy in his nature,” replied Hester, thoughtfully; “and it has grown upon him by the hidden practices of his revenge. I deem it not likely that he will betray the secret. He will doubtless seek other means of satiating his dark passion.”

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pressing his hand ner vous ly against his heart,— a gesture that had grown involuntary with him. “Think for me, Hester! Thou art strong. Resolve for me!”

“Thou must dwell no longer with this man,” said Hester, slowly and Srmly. “Thy heart must be no longer under his evil eye!”

“It were far worse than death!” replied the minister. “But how to avoid it? What choice remains to me? Shall I lie down again on these withered leaves, where I cast myself when thou didst tell me what he was? Must I sink down there, and die at once?”

“Alas, what a ruin has befallen thee!” said Hester, with the tears gushing into her eyes. “Wilt thou die for very weakness? There is no other cause!”

“The judgment of God is on me,” answered the conscience- stricken priest. “It is too mighty for me to struggle with!”

“Heaven would show mercy,” rejoined Hester, “hadst thou but the strength to take advantage of it.”

“Be thou strong for me!” answered he. “Advise me what to do.” “Is the world then so narrow?” exclaimed Hester Prynne, Sxing her deep

eyes on the minister’s, and instinctively exercising a magnetic power over a spirit so shattered and subdued, that it could hardly hold itself erect. “Doth the universe lie within the compass of yonder town, which only a little time ago was but a leaf- strewn desert, as lonely as this around us? Whither leads yonder forest- track? Backward to the settlement, thou sayest! Yes; but onward, too! Deeper it goes, and deeper, into the wilderness, less plainly to be seen at every step; until, some few miles hence, the yellow leaves will show no ves- tige of the white man’s tread. There thou art free! So brief a journey would bring thee from a world where thou hast been most wretched, to one where thou mayest still be happy! Is there not shade enough in all this boundless forest to hide thy heart from the gaze of Roger Chillingworth?”

“Yes, Hester; but only under the fallen leaves!” replied the minister, with a sad smile.

“Then there is the broad pathway of the sea!” continued Hester. “It brought thee hither. If thou so choose, it will bear thee back again. In our native land, whether in some remote rural village or in vast London,— or, surely, in Ger- many, in France, in pleasant Italy,— thou wouldst be beyond his power and knowledge! And what hast thou to do with all these iron men, and their opin- ions? They have kept thy better part in bondage too long already!”

“It cannot be!” answered the minister, listening as if he were called upon to realize a dream. “I am powerless to go. Wretched and sinful as I am, I have had no other thought than to drag on my earthly existence in the sphere where Providence hath placed me. Lost as my own soul is, I would still do what I may for other human souls! I dare not quit my post, though an unfaithful sentinel, whose sure reward is death and dishonor, when his dreary watch shall come to an end!”

“Thou art crushed under this seven years’ weight of misery,” replied Hes- ter, fervently resolved to buoy him up with her own energy. “But thou shalt leave it all behind thee! It shall not cumber thy steps, as thou treadest along the forest- path; neither shalt thou freight the ship with it, if thou prefer to cross the sea. Leave this wreck and ruin here where it hath happened! Meddle no more with it! Begin all anew! Hast thou exhausted possibility in the failure of this one trial? Not so! The future is yet full of trial and success.

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There is happiness to be enjoyed! There is good to be done! Exchange this false life of thine for a true one. Be, if thy spirit summon thee to such a mis- sion, the teacher and apostle of the red men. Or,— as is more thy nature,— be a scholar and a sage among the wisest and the most renowned of the culti- vated world. Preach! Write! Act! Do any thing, save to lie down and die! Give up this name of Arthur Dimmesdale, and make thyself another, and a high one, such as thou canst wear without fear or shame. Why shouldst thou tarry so much as one other day in the torments that have so gnawed into thy life!— that have made thee feeble to will and to do!— that will leave thee powerless even to repent! Up, and away!”

“O Hester!” cried Arthur Dimmesdale, in whose eyes a Stful light, kindled by her enthusiasm, ^ashed up and died away, “thou tellest of running a race to a man whose knees are tottering beneath him! I must die here. There is not the strength or courage left me to venture into the wide, strange, difS- cult world, alone!”

It was the last expression of the despondency of a broken spirit. He lacked energy to grasp the better fortune that seemed within his reach.

He repeated the word. “Alone, Hester!” “Thou shalt not go alone!” answered she, in a deep whisper. Then, all was spoken!

XVIII. A Flood of Sunshine

Arthur Dimmesdale gazed into Hester’s face with a look in which hope and joy shone out, indeed, but with fear betwixt them, and a kind of horror at her boldness, who had spoken what he vaguely hinted at, but dared not speak.

But Hester Prynne, with a mind of native courage and activity, and for so long a period not merely estranged, but outlawed, from society, had habitu- ated herself to such latitude of speculation as was altogether foreign to the clergyman. She had wandered, without rule or guidance, in a moral wilder- ness; as vast, as intricate and shadowy, as the untamed forest, amid the gloom of which they were now holding a colloquy that was to decide their fate. Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. For years past she had looked from this estranged point of view at human institutions, and what ever priests or legislators had established; criticizing all with hardly more reverence than the Indian would feel for the clerical band, the judi- cial robe, the pillory, the gallows, the Sreside, or the church. The tendency of her fate and fortunes had been to set her free. The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers,— stern and wild ones,— and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

The minister, on the other hand, had never gone through an experience calculated to lead him beyond the scope of generally received laws; although, in a single instance, he had so fearfully transgressed one of the most sacred of them. But this had been a sin of passion, not of principle, nor even pur- pose. Since that wretched epoch, he had watched, with morbid zeal and minuteness, not his acts,— for those it was easy to arrange,— but each breath of emotion, and his every thought. At the head of the social system, as the

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clergymen of that day stood, he was only the more trammelled by its regula- tions, its principles, and even its prejudices. As a priest, the framework of his order inevitably hemmed him in. As a man who had once sinned, but who kept his conscience all alive and painfully sensitive by the fretting of an unhealed wound, he might have been supposed safer within the line of vir- tue, than if he had never sinned at all.

Thus, we seem to see that, as regarded Hester Prynne, the whole seven years of outlaw and ignominy had been little other than a preparation for this very hour. But Arthur Dimmesdale! Were such a man once more to fall, what plea could be urged in extenuation of his crime? None; unless it avail him somewhat, that he was broken down by long and exquisite suffer- ing; that his mind was darkened and confused by the very remorse which harrowed it; that, between ^eeing as an avowed criminal, and remaining as a hypocrite, conscience might Snd it hard to strike the balance; that it was human to avoid the peril of death and infamy, and the inscrutable machina- tions of an enemy; that, Snally, to this poor pilgrim, on his dreary and des- ert path, faint, sick, miserable, there appeared a glimpse of human affection and sympathy, a new life, and a true one, in exchange for the heavy doom which he was now expiating. And be the stern and sad truth spoken, that the breach which guilt has once made into the human soul is never, in this mortal state, repaired. It may be watched and guarded; so that the enemy shall not force his way again into the citadel, and might even, in his subse- quent assaults, select some other avenue, in preference to that where he had formerly succeeded. But there is still the ruined wall, and, near it, the stealthy tread of the foe that would win over again his unforgotten triumph.

The struggle, if there were one, need not be described. Let it sufSce, that the clergyman resolved to ^ee, and not alone.

“If, in all these past seven years,” thought he, “I could recall one instant of peace or hope, I would yet endure, for the sake of that earnest of Heaven’s mercy. But now,— since I am irrevocably doomed,— wherefore should I not snatch the solace allowed to the condemned culprit before his execution? Or, if this be the path to a better life, as Hester would persuade me, I surely give up no fairer prospect by pursuing it! Neither can I any longer live with- out her companionship; so powerful is she to sustain,— so tender to soothe! O Thou to whom I dare not lift mine eyes, wilt Thou yet pardon me!”

“Thou wilt go!” said Hester calmly, as he met her glance. The decision once made, a glow of strange enjoyment threw its ^ickering

brightness over the trouble of his breast. It was the exhilarating effect— upon a prisoner just escaped from the dungeon of his own heart— of breath- ing the wild, free atmosphere of an unredeemed, unchristianized, lawless region. His spirit rose, as it were, with a bound, and attained a nearer pros- pect of the sky, than throughout all the misery which had kept him grovel- ling on the earth. Of a deeply religious temperament, there was inevitably a tinge of the devotional in his mood.

“Do I feel joy again?” cried he, wondering at himself. “Methought the germ of it was dead in me! O Hester, thou art my better angel! I seem to have ^ung myself— sick, sin- stained, and sorrow- blackened—down upon these forest- leaves, and to have risen up all made anew, and with new pow- ers to glorify Him that hath been merciful! This is already the better life! Why did we not Snd it sooner?”

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“Let us not look back,” answered Hester Prynne. “The past is gone! Wherefore should we linger upon it now? See! With this symbol, I undo it all, and make it as it had never been!”

So speaking, she undid the clasp that fastened the scarlet letter, and, taking it from her bosom, threw it to a distance among the withered leaves. The mystic token alighted on the hither verge of the stream. With a hand’s breadth farther ^ight it would have fallen into the water, and have given the little brook another woe to carry onward, besides the unintelligible tale which it still kept murmuring about. But there lay the embroidered letter, glittering like a lost jewel, which some ill- fated wanderer might pick up, and thenceforth be haunted by strange phantoms of guilt, sinkings of the heart, and unaccountable misfortune.

The stigma gone, Hester heaved a long, deep sigh, in which the burden of shame and anguish departed from her spirit. O exquisite relief! She had not known the weight, until she felt the freedom! By another impulse, she took off the formal cap that conSned her hair; and down it fell upon her shoul- ders, dark and rich, with at once a shadow and a light in its abundance, and imparting the charm of softness to her features. There played around her mouth, and beamed out of her eyes, a radiant and tender smile, that seemed gushing from the very heart of womanhood. A crimson ^ush was glowing on her cheek, that had been long so pale. Her sex, her youth, and the whole richness of her beauty, came back from what men call the irrevocable past, and clustered themselves, with her maiden hope, and a happiness before unknown, within the magic circle of this hour. And, as if the gloom of the earth and sky had been but the ef^uence of these two mortal hearts, it van- ished with their sorrow. All at once, as with a sudden smile of heaven, forth burst the sunshine, pouring a very ^ood into the obscure forest, gladdening each green leaf, transmuting the yellow fallen ones to gold, and gleaming adown the gray trunks of the solemn trees. The objects that had made a shadow hitherto, embodied the brightness now. The course of the little brook might be traced by its merry gleam afar into the wood’s heart of mys- tery, which had become a mystery of joy.

Such was the sympathy of Nature— that wild, heathen Nature of the for- est, never subjugated by human law, nor illumined by higher truth— with the bliss of these two spirits! Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create a sunshine, Slling the heart so full of radiance, that it over^ows upon the outward world. Had the forest still kept its gloom, it would have been bright in Hester’s eyes, and bright in Arthur Dimmesdale’s!

Hester looked at him with the thrill of another joy. “Thou must know Pearl!” said she. “Our little Pearl! Thou hast seen

her,— yes, I know it!— but thou wilt see her now with other eyes. She is a strange child! I hardly comprehend her! But thou wilt love her dearly, as I do, and wilt advise me how to deal with her.”

“Dost thou think the child will be glad to know me?” asked the minister, somewhat uneasily. “I have long shrunk from children, because they often show a distrust,— a backwardness to be familiar with me. I have even been afraid of little Pearl!”

“Ah, that was sad!” answered the mother. “But she will love thee dearly, and thou her. She is not far off. I will call her! Pearl! Pearl!”

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“I see the child,” observed the minister. “Yonder she is, standing in a streak of sunshine, a good way off, on the other side of the brook. So thou thinkest the child will love me?”

Hester smiled, and again called to Pearl, who was visible, at some dis- tance, as the minister had described her, like a bright- apparelled vision, in a sunbeam, which fell down upon her through an arch of boughs. The ray quivered to and fro, making her Sgure dim or distinct,— now like a real child, now like a child’s spirit,— as the splendor went and came again. She heard her mother’s voice, and approached slowly through the forest.

Pearl had not found the hour pass wearisomely, while her mother sat talk- ing with the clergyman. The great black forest— stern as it showed itself to those who brought the guilt and troubles of the world into its bosom— became the playmate of the lonely infant, as well as it knew how. Sombre as it was, it put on the kindest of its moods to welcome her. It offered her the partridge- berries, the growth of the preceding autumn, but ripening only in the spring, and now red as drops of blood upon the withered leaves. These Pearl gathered, and was pleased with their wild ^avor. The small denizens of the wilderness hardly took pains to move out of her path. A partridge, indeed, with a brood of ten behind her, ran forward threateningly, but soon repented of her Serceness, and clucked to her young ones not to be afraid. A pigeon, alone on a low branch, allowed Pearl to come beneath, and uttered a sound as much of greeting as alarm. A squirrel, from the lofty depths of his domestic tree, chattered either in anger or merriment,— for a squirrel is such a choleric and humorous little personage that it is hard to distinguish between his moods,— so he chattered at the child, and ^ung down a nut upon her head. It was a last year’s nut, and already gnawed by his sharp tooth. A fox, startled from his sleep by her light foot- step on the leaves, looked inquisitively at Pearl, as doubting whether it were better to steal off, or renew his nap on the same spot. A wolf, it is said,— but here the tale has surely lapsed into the improbable,— came up, and smelt of Pearl’s robe, and offered his savage head to be patted by her hand. The truth seems to be, however, that the mother- forest, and these wild things which it nourished, all recognized a kindred wildness in the human child.

And she was gentler here than in the grassy- margined streets of the set- tlement, or in her mother’s cottage. The ^owers appeared to know it; and one and another whispered, as she passed, “Adorn thyself with me, thou beautiful child, adorn thyself with me!”— and, to please them, Pearl gath- ered the violets, and anemones, and columbines, and some twigs of the freshest green, which the old trees held down before her eyes. With these she decorated her hair, and her young waist, and became a nymph- child, or an infant dryad,7 or what ever else was in closest sympathy with the antique wood. In such guise had Pearl adorned herself, when she heard her moth- er’s voice, and came slowly back.

Slowly; for she saw the clergyman!

7. Wood nymph.

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XIX. The Child at the Brook- Side

“Thou wilt love her dearly,” repeated Hester Prynne, as she and the minister sat watching little Pearl. “Dost thou not think her beautiful? And see with what natural skill she has made those simple ^owers adorn her! Had she gathered pearls, and diamonds, and rubies, in the wood, they could not have become her better. She is a splendid child! But I know whose brow she has!”

“Dost thou know, Hester,” said Arthur Dimmesdale, with an unquiet smile, “that this dear child, tripping about always at thy side, hath caused me many an alarm? Methought— O Hester, what a thought is that, and how terrible to dread it!— that my own features were partly repeated in her face, and so strikingly that the world might see them! But she is mostly thine!”

“No, no! Not mostly!” answered the mother with a tender smile. “A little longer, and thou needest not to be afraid to trace whose child she is. But how strangely beautiful she looks, with those wild ^owers in her hair! It is as if one of the fairies, whom we left in our dear old En gland, had decked her out to meet us.”

It was with a feeling which neither of them had ever before experienced, that they sat and watched Pearl’s slow advance. In her was visible the tie that united them. She had been offered to the world, these seven years past, as the living hieroglyphic, in which was revealed the secret they so darkly sought to hide,— all written in this symbol,— all plainly manifest,— had there been a prophet or magician skilled to read the character of ^ame! And Pearl was the oneness of their being. Be the foregone evil what it might, how could they doubt that their earthly lives and future destinies were conjoined, when they beheld at once the material union, and the spiritual idea, in whom they met, and were to dwell immortally together? Thoughts like these— and perhaps other thoughts, which they did not acknowledge or deSne— threw an awe about the child, as she came onward.

“Let her see nothing strange— no passion nor eagerness— in thy way of accosting her,” whispered Hester. “Our Pearl is a Stful and fantastic little elf, sometimes. Especially, she is seldom tolerant of emotion, when she does not fully comprehend the why and wherefore. But the child hath strong affections! She loves me, and will love thee!”

“Thou canst not think,” said the minister, glancing aside at Hester Prynne, “how my heart dreads this interview, and yearns for it! But, in truth, as I already told thee, children are not readily won to be familiar with me. They will not climb my knee, nor prattle in my ear, nor answer to my smile; but stand apart, and eye me strangely. Even little babes, when I take them in my arms, weep bitterly. Yet Pearl, twice in her little lifetime, hath been kind to me! The Srst time,— thou knowest it well! The last was when thou ledst her with thee to the house of yonder stern old Governor.”

“And thou didst plead so bravely in her behalf and mine!” answered the mother. “I remember it; and so shall little Pearl. Fear nothing! She may be strange and shy at Srst, but will soon learn to love thee!”

By this time Pearl had reached the margin of the brook, and stood on the farther side, gazing silently at Hester and the clergyman, who still sat together on the mossy tree- trunk, waiting to receive her. Just where she had paused the brook chanced to form a pool, so smooth and quiet that it re^ected a

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perfect image of her little Sgure, with all the brilliant picturesqueness of her beauty, in its adornment of ^owers and wreathed foliage, but more reSned and spiritualized than the reality. This image, so nearly identical with the living Pearl, seemed to communicate somewhat of its own shad- owy and intangible quality to the child herself. It was strange, the way in which Pearl stood, looking so steadfastly at them through the dim medium of the forest- gloom; herself, meanwhile, all gloriSed with a ray of sunshine, that was attracted thitherward as by a certain sympathy. In the brook beneath stood another child,— another and the same,— with likewise its ray of golden light. Hester felt herself, in some indistinct and tantalizing man- ner, estranged from Pearl; as if the child, in her lonely ramble through the forest, had strayed out of the sphere in which she and her mother dwelt together, and was now vainly seeking to return to it.

There was both truth and error in the impression; the child and mother were estranged, but through Hester’s fault, not Pearl’s. Since the latter ram- bled from her side, another inmate had been admitted within the circle of the mother’s feelings, and so modiSed the aspect of them all, that Pearl, the returning wanderer, could not Snd her wonted place, and hardly knew where she was.

“I have a strange fancy,” observed the sensitive minister, “that this brook is the boundary between two worlds, and that thou canst never meet thy Pearl again. Or is she an elSsh spirit, who, as the legends of our childhood taught us, is forbidden to cross a running stream? Pray hasten her; for this delay has already imparted a tremor to my nerves.”

“Come, dearest child!” said Hester encouragingly, and stretching out both her arms. “How slow thou art! When hast thou been so sluggish before now? Here is a friend of mine, who must be thy friend also. Thou wilt have twice as much love, henceforward, as thy mother alone could give thee! Leap across the brook and come to us. Thou canst leap like a young deer!”

Pearl, without responding in any manner to these honey- sweet expres- sions, remained on the other side of the brook. Now she Sxed her bright, wild eyes on her mother, now on the minister, and now included them both in the same glance; as if to detect and explain to herself the relation which they bore to one another. For some unaccountable reason, as Arthur Dimmesdale felt the child’s eyes upon himself, his hand— with that gesture so habitual as to have become involuntary— stole over his heart. At length, assuming a singular air of authority, Pearl stretched out her hand, with the small foreSnger extended, and pointing evidently towards her mother’s breast. And beneath, in the mirror of the brook, there was the ^ower- girdled and sunny image of little Pearl, pointing her small foreSnger too.

“Thou strange child, why dost thou not come to me?” exclaimed Hester. Pearl still pointed with her foreSnger; and a frown gathered on her brow;

the more impressive from the childish, the almost baby- like aspect of the features that conveyed it. As her mother still kept beckoning to her, and arraying her face in a holiday suit of unaccustomed smiles, the child stamped her foot with a yet more imperious look and gesture. In the brook, again, was the fantastic beauty of the image, with its re^ected frown, its pointed Snger, and imperious gesture, giving emphasis to the aspect of little Pearl.

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“Hasten, Pearl; or I shall be angry with thee!” cried Hester Prynne, who, however inured to such behaviour on the elf- child’s part at other seasons, was naturally anxious for a more seemly deportment now. “Leap across the brook, naughty child, and run hither! Else I must come to thee!”

But Pearl, not a whit startled at her mother’s threats, any more than molli- Sed by her entreaties, now suddenly burst into a St of passion, gesticulating violently, and throwing her small Sgure into the most extravagant contor- tions. She accompanied this wild outbreak with piercing shrieks, which the woods reverberated on all sides; so that, alone as she was in her childish and unreasonable wrath, it seemed as if a hidden multitude were lending her their sympathy and encouragement. Seen in the brook, once more, was the shadowy wrath of Pearl’s image, crowned and girdled with ̂ owers, but stamp- ing its foot, wildly gesticulating, and, in the midst of all, still pointing its small foreSnger at Hester’s bosom!

“I see what ails the child,” whispered Hester to the clergyman, and turn- ing pale in spite of a strong effort to conceal her trouble and annoyance. “Children will not abide any, the slightest, change in the accustomed aspect of things that are daily before their eyes. Pearl misses something which she has always seen me wear!”

“I pray you,” answered the minister, “if thou hast any means of pacifying the child, do it forthwith! Save it were the cankered wrath of an old witch, like Mistress Hibbins,” added he, attempting to smile. “I know nothing that I would not sooner encounter than this passion in a child. In Pearl’s young beauty, as in the wrinkled witch, it has a preternatural effect. Pacify her, if thou lovest me!”

Hester turned again towards Pearl, with a crimson blush upon her cheek, a conscious glance aside at the clergyman, and then a heavy sigh; while, even before she had time to speak, the blush yielded to a deadly pallor.

“Pearl,” said she, sadly, “look down at thy feet! There!— before thee!— on the hither side of the brook!”

The child turned her eyes to the point indicated; and there lay the scarlet letter, so close upon the margin of the stream, that the gold embroidery was re^ected in it.

“Bring it hither!” said Hester. “Come thou and take it up!” answered Pearl. “Was ever such a child!” observed Hester aside to the minister. “O, I have

much to tell thee about her. But, in very truth, she is right as regards this hateful token. I must bear its torture yet a little longer,— only a few days longer,— until we shall have left this region, and look back hither as to a land which we have dreamed of. The forest cannot hide it! The mid- ocean shall take it from my hand, and swallow it up for ever!”

With these words, she advanced to the margin of the brook, took up the scarlet letter, and fastened it again into her bosom. Hopefully, but a moment ago, as Hester had spoken of drowning it in the deep sea, there was a sense of inevitable doom upon her, as she thus received back this deadly symbol from the hand of fate. She had ^ung it into inSnite space!— she had drawn an hour’s free breath!— and here again was the scarlet misery, glittering on the old spot! So it ever is, whether thus typiSed or no, that an evil deed invests itself with the character of doom. Hester next gathered up the heavy tresses of her hair, and conSned them beneath her cap. As if there were a

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withering spell in the sad letter, her beauty, the warmth and richness of her womanhood, departed, like fading sunshine; and a gray shadow seemed to fall across her.

When the dreary change was wrought, she extended her hand to Pearl. “Dost thou know thy mother now, child!” asked she, reproachfully, but

with a subdued tone. “Wilt thou come across the brook, and own thy mother, now that she has her shame upon her,— now that she is sad?”

“Yes; now I will!” answered the child, bounding across the brook, and clasping Hester in her arms. “Now thou art my mother indeed! And I am thy little Pearl!”

In a mood of tenderness that was not usual with her, she drew down her mother’s head, and kissed her brow and both her cheeks. But then— by a kind of necessity that always impelled this child to alloy what ever comfort she might chance to give with a throb of anguish— Pearl put up her mouth, and kissed the scarlet letter too!

“That was not kind!” said Hester. “When thou hast shown me a little love, thou mockest me!”

“Why doth the minister sit yonder?” asked Pearl. “He waits to welcome thee,” replied her mother. “Come thou, and entreat

his blessing! He loves thee, my little Pearl, and loves thy mother too. Wilt thou not love him? Come! he longs to greet thee!”

“Doth he love us?” said Pearl, looking up with acute intelligence into her mother’s face. “Will he go back with us, hand in hand, we three together, into the town?”

“Not now, dear child,” answered Hester. “But in days to come he will walk hand in hand with us. We will have a home and Sreside of our own; and thou shalt sit upon his knee; and he will teach thee many things, and love thee dearly. Thou wilt love him; wilt thou not?”

“And will he always keep his hand over his heart?” inquired Pearl. “Foolish child, what a question is that!” exclaimed her mother. “Come

and ask his blessing!” But, whether in^uenced by the jealousy that seems instinctive with every

petted child towards a dangerous rival, or from what ever caprice of her freak- ish nature, Pearl would show no favour to the clergyman. It was only by an exertion of force that her mother brought her up to him, hanging back, and manifesting her reluctance by odd grimaces; of which, ever since her baby- hood, she had possessed a singular variety, and could transform her mobile physiognomy into a series of different aspects, with a new mischief in them, each and all. The minister— painfully embarrassed, but hoping that a kiss might prove a talisman to admit him into the child’s kindlier regards— bent forward, and impressed one on her brow. Hereupon, Pearl broke away from her mother, and running to the brook, stooped over it, and bathed her fore- head, until the unwelcome kiss was quite washed off, and diffused through a long lapse of the gliding water. She then remained apart, silently watching Hester and the clergyman; while they talked together, and made such arrangements as were suggested by their new position, and the purposes soon to be fulSlled.

And now this fateful interview had come to a close. The dell was to be left a solitude among its dark, old trees, which, with their multitudinous tongues, would whisper long of what had passed there, and no mortal be the wiser.

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And the melancholy brook would add this other tale to the mystery with which its little heart was already overburdened, and whereof it still kept up a murmuring babble, with not a whit more cheerfulness of tone than for ages heretofore.

XX. The Minister in a Maze

As the minister departed, in advance of Hester Prynne and little Pearl, he threw a backward glance; half expecting that he should discover only some faintly traced features or outline of the mother and the child, slowly fading into the twilight of the woods. So great a vicissitude in his life could not at once be received as real. But there was Hester, clad in her gray robe, still standing beside the tree- trunk, which some blast had overthrown a long antiquity ago, and which time had ever since been covering with moss, so that these two fated ones, with earth’s heaviest burden on them, might there sit down together, and Snd a single hour’s rest and solace. And there was Pearl, too, lightly dancing from the margin of the brook,— now that the intru- sive third person was gone,— and taking her old place by her mother’s side. So the minister had not fallen asleep, and dreamed!

In order to free his mind from this indistinctness and duplicity of impres- sion, which vexed it with a strange disquietude, he recalled and more thor- oughly deSned the plans which Hester and himself had sketched for their departure. It had been determined between them, that the Old World, with its crowds and cities, offered them a more eligible shelter and concealment than the wilds of New En gland, or all America, with its alternatives of an Indian wigwam, or the few settlements of Eu ro pe ans, scattered thinly along the seaboard. Not to speak of the clergyman’s health, so inadequate to sus- tain the hardships of a forest life, his native gifts, his culture, and his entire development would secure him a home only in the midst of civilization and reSnement; the higher the state, the more delicately adapted to it the man. In furtherance of this choice, it so happened that a ship lay in the harbour; one of those questionable cruisers, frequent at that day, which, without being absolutely outlaws of the deep, yet roamed over its surface with a remarkable irresponsibility of character. This vessel had recently arrived from the Spanish Main, and, within three days’ time, would sail for Bristol.8 Hester Prynne— whose vocation, as a self- enlisted Sister of Charity, had brought her acquainted with the captain and crew— could take upon herself to secure the passage of two individuals and a child, with all the secrecy which circumstances ren- dered more than desirable.

The minister had inquired of Hester, with no little interest, the precise time at which the vessel might be expected to depart. It would probably be on the fourth day from the present. “That is most fortunate!” he had then said to himself. Now, why the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale considered it so very fortu- nate, we hesitate to reveal. Nevertheless,— to hold nothing back from the reader,— it was because, on the third day from the present, he was to preach the Election Sermon;9 and, as such an occasion formed an honorable epoch in the life of a New En gland clergyman, he could not have chanced upon a

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more suitable mode and time of terminating his professional career. “At least, they shall say of me,” thought this exemplary man, “that I leave no public duty unperformed, nor ill performed!” Sad, indeed, that an introspection so profound and acute as this poor minister’s should be so miserably deceived! We have had, and may still have, worse things to tell of him; but none, we apprehend, so pitiably weak; no evidence, at once so slight and irrefragable,1 of a subtle disease, that had long since begun to eat into the real substance of his character. No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without Snally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.

The excitement of Mr. Dimmesdale’s feelings, as he returned from his interview with Hester, lent him unaccustomed physical energy, and hurried him townward at a rapid pace. The pathway among the woods seemed wilder, more uncouth with its rude natural obstacles, and less trodden by the foot of man, than he remembered it on his outward journey. But he leaped across the plashy places, thrust himself through the clinging under- brush, climbed the ascent, plunged into the hollow, and overcame, in short, all the difSculties of the track, with an unweariable activity that astonished him. He could not but recall how feebly, and with what frequent pauses for breath, he had toiled over the same ground only two days before. As he drew near the town, he took an impression of change from the series of familiar objects that presented themselves. It seemed not yesterday, not one, nor two, but many days, or even years ago, since he had quitted them. There, indeed, was each former trace of the street, as he remembered it, and all the pecu- liarities of the houses, with the due multitude of gable- peaks, and a weath- ercock at every point where his memory suggested one. Not the less, however, came this importunately obtrusive sense of change. The same was true as regarded the acquaintances whom he met, and all the well- known shapes of human life, about the little town. They looked neither older nor younger, now; the beards of the aged were no whiter, nor could the creeping babe of yesterday walk on his feet today; it was impossible to describe in what respect they differed from the individuals on whom he had so recently bestowed a parting glance; and yet the minister’s deepest sense seemed to inform him of their mutability. A similar impression struck him most remarkably, as he passed under the walls of his own church. The ediSce had so very strange, and yet so familiar, an aspect, that Mr. Dimmesdale’s mind vibrated between two ideas; either that he had seen it only in a dream hitherto, or that he was merely dreaming about it now.

This phenomenon, in the various shapes which it assumed, indicated no external change, but so sudden and important a change in the spectator of the familiar scene, that the intervening space of a single day had operated on his consciousness like the lapse of years. The minister’s own will, and Hester’s will, and the fate that grew between them, had wrought this trans- formation. It was the same town as heretofore; but the same minister returned not from the forest. He might have said to the friends who greeted him,— “I am not the man for whom you take me! I left him yonder in the forest, withdrawn into a secret dell, by a mossy tree- trunk, and near a melancholy

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brook! Go, seek your minister, and see if his emaciated Sgure, his thin cheek, his white, heavy, pain- wrinkled brow, be not ^ung down there like a cast- off garment!” His friends, no doubt, would still have insisted with him,—“Thou art thyself the man!”— but the error would have been their own, not his.

Before Mr. Dimmesdale reached home, his inner man gave him other evi- dences of a revolution in the sphere of thought and feeling. In truth, nothing short of a total change of dynasty and moral code, in that interior kingdom, was adequate to account for the impulses now communicated to the unfortu- nate and startled minister. At every step he was incited to do some strange, wild, wicked thing or other, with a sense that it would be at once involun- tary and intentional; in spite of himself, yet growing out of a profound er self than that which opposed the impulse. For instance, he met one of his own deacons. The good old man addressed him with the paternal affection and patriarchal privilege, which his venerable age, his upright and holy character, and his station in the Church, entitled him to use; and, conjoined with this, the deep, almost worshipping respect, which the minister’s profes- sional and private claims alike demanded. Never was there a more beautiful example of how the majesty of age and wisdom may comport with the obei- sance and respect enjoined upon it, as from a lower social rank and inferior order of endowment, towards a higher. Now, during a conversation of some two or three moments between the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale and this excellent and hoary- bearded deacon, it was only by the most careful self- control that the former could refrain from uttering certain blasphemous suggestions that rose into his mind, respecting the communion- supper. He absolutely trembled and turned pale as ashes, lest his tongue should wag itself, in utterance of these horrible matters, and plead his own consent for so doing, without his having fairly given it. And, even with this terror in his heart, he could hardly avoid laughing to imagine how the sanctiSed old patri- archal deacon would have been petriSed by his minister’s impiety!

Again, another incident of the same nature. Hurrying along the street, the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale encountered the eldest female member of his church; a most pious and exemplary old dame; poor, widowed, lonely, and with a heart as full of reminiscences about her dead husband and children, and her dead friends of long ago, as a burial- ground is full of storied grave- stones. Yet all this, which would else have been such heavy sorrow, was made almost a solemn joy to her devout old soul by religious consolations and the truths of Scripture, wherewith she had fed herself continually for more than thirty years. And, since Mr. Dimmesdale had taken her in charge, the good grandam’s chief earthly comfort— which, unless it had been like- wise a heavenly comfort, could have been none at all— was to meet her pas- tor, whether casually, or of set purpose, and be refreshed with a word of warm, fragrant, heaven- breathing Gospel truth from his beloved lips into her dulled, but rapturously attentive ear. But, on this occasion, up to the moment of putting his lips to the old woman’s ear, Mr. Dimmesdale, as the great enemy of souls would have it, could recall no text of Scripture, nor aught else, except a brief, pithy, and, as it then appeared to him, unanswerable argument against the immortality of the human soul. The instilment thereof into her mind would probably have caused this aged sister to drop down dead, at once, as by the effect of an intensely poisonous infusion. What he

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really did whisper, the minister could never afterwards recollect. There was, perhaps, a fortunate disorder in his utterance, which failed to impart any distinct idea to the good widow’s comprehension, or which Providence interpreted after a method of its own. Assuredly, as the minister looked back, he beheld an expression of divine gratitude and ecstasy that seemed like the shine of the celestial city on her face, so wrinkled and ashy pale.

Again, a third instance. After parting from the old church- member, he met the youn gest sister of them all. It was a maiden newly won— and won by the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale’s own sermon, on the Sabbath after his vigil— to barter the transitory pleasures of the world for the heavenly hope, that was to assume brighter substance as life grew dark around her, and which would gild the utter gloom with Snal glory. She was fair and pure as a lily that had bloomed in Paradise. The minister knew well that he was himself enshrined within the stainless sanctity of her heart, which hung its snowy curtains about his image, imparting to religion the warmth of love, and to love a religious purity. Satan, that afternoon, had surely led the poor young girl away from her mother’s side, and thrown her into the pathway of this sorely tempted, or— shall we not rather say?— this lost and desperate man. As she drew nigh, the arch- Send whispered him to con- dense into small compass and drop into her tender bosom a germ of evil that would be sure to blossom darkly soon, and bear black fruit betimes. Such was his sense of power over this virgin soul, trusting him as she did, that the minister felt potent to blight all the Seld of innocence with but one wicked look, and develop all its opposite with but a word. So— with a mightier struggle than he had yet sustained— he held his Geneva cloak before his face, and hurried onward, making no sign of recognition, and leaving the young sister to digest his rudeness as she might. She ransacked her conscience,— which was full of harmless little matters, like her pocket or her work- bag,—and took herself to task, poor thing, for a thousand imaginary faults; and went about her house hold duties with swollen eye- lids the next morning.

Before the minister had time to celebrate his victory over this last temp- tation, he was conscious of another impulse, more ludicrous, and almost as horrible. It was,— we blush to tell it,— it was to stop short in the road, and teach some very wicked words to a knot of little Puritan children who were playing there, and had but just begun to talk. Denying himself this freak, as unworthy of his cloth, he met a drunken seaman, one of the ship’s crew from the Spanish Main. And, here, since he had so valiantly forborne all other wickedness, poor Mr. Dimmesdale longed, at least, to shake hands with the tarry blackguard, and re create himself with a few improper jests, such as dis- solute sailors so abound with, and a volley of good, round, solid, satisfactory, and heaven- defying oaths! It was not so much a better principle, as partly his natural good taste, and still more his buckramed2 habit of clerical decorum, that carried him safely through the latter crisis.

“What is it that haunts and tempts me thus?” cried the minister to him- self, at length, pausing in the street, and striking his hand against his fore- head. “Am I mad? or am I given over utterly to the Send? Did I make a

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contract with him in the forest, and sign it with my blood? And does he now summon me to its fulSlment, by suggesting the per for mance of every wick- edness which his most foul imagination can conceive?”

At the moment when the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale thus communed with himself, and struck his forehead with his hand, old Mistress Hibbins, the reputed witch- lady, is said to have been passing by. She made a very grand appearance; having on a high head- dress, a rich gown of velvet, and a ruff done up with the famous yellow starch, of which Ann Turner, her especial friend, had taught her the secret, before this last good lady had been hanged for Sir Thomas Overbury’s murder.3 Whether the witch had read the minis- ter’s thoughts, or no, she came to a full stop, looked shrewdly into his face, smiled craftily, and— though little given to converse with clergymen— began a conversation.

“So, reverend Sir, you have made a visit into the forest,” observed the witch- lady, nodding her high head- dress at him. “The next time, I pray you to allow me only a fair warning, and I shall be proud to bear you company. Without taking overmuch upon myself, my good word will go far towards gaining any strange gentleman a fair reception from yonder potentate you wot of!”

“I profess, madam,” answered the clergyman, with a grave obeisance, such as the lady’s rank demanded, and his own good- breeding made imperative,— “I profess, on my conscience and character, that I am utterly bewildered as touching the purport of your words! I went not into the forest to seek a poten- tate; neither do I, at any future time, design a visit thither, with a view to gaining the favor of such personage. My one sufScient object was to greet that pious friend of mine, the Apostle Eliot, and rejoice with him over the many precious souls he hath won from heathendom!”

“Ha, ha, ha!” cackled the old witch- lady, still nodding her high head- dress at the minister. “Well, well, we must needs talk thus in the daytime! You carry it off like an old hand! But at midnight, and in the forest, we shall have other talk together!”

She passed on with her aged stateliness, but often turning back her head and smiling at him, like one willing to recognize a secret intimacy of con- nection.

“Have I then sold myself,” thought the minister, “to the Send whom, if men say true, this yellow- starched and velveted old hag has chosen for her prince and master!”

The wretched minister! He had made a bargain very like it! Tempted by a dream of happiness, he had yielded himself with deliberate choice, as he had never done before, to what he knew was deadly sin. And the infectious poison of that sin had been thus rapidly diffused throughout his moral system. It had stupeSed all blessed impulses, and awakened into vivid life the whole brotherhood of bad ones. Scorn, bitterness, unprovoked malignity, gratuitous desire of ill, ridicule of what ever was good and holy, all awoke, to tempt, even while they frightened him. And his encounter with old Mistress Hib- bins, if it were a real incident, did but show his sympathy and fellowship with wicked mortals and the world of perverted spirits.

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He had by this time reached his dwelling, on the edge of the burial- ground, and, hastening up the stairs, took refuge in his study. The minister was glad to have reached this shelter, without Srst betraying himself to the world by any of those strange and wicked eccentricities to which he had been continually impelled while passing through the streets. He entered the accustomed room, and looked around him on its books, its windows, its Sreplace, and the tapestried comfort of the walls, with the same perception of strangeness that had haunted him throughout his walk from the forest- dell into the town, and thitherward. Here he had studied and written; here, gone through fast and vigil, and come forth half alive; here, striven to pray; here, borne a hundred thousand agonies! There was the Bible, in its rich old Hebrew, with Moses and the Prophets speaking to him, and God’s voice through all! There, on the table, with the inky pen beside it, was an unSn- ished sermon, with a sentence broken in the midst, where his thoughts had ceased to gush out upon the page two days before. He knew that it was him- self, the thin and white- cheeked minister, who had done and suffered these things, and written thus far into the Election Sermon! But he seemed to stand apart, and eye this former self with scornful, pitying, but half- envious curiosity. That self was gone! Another man had returned out of the forest; a wiser one; with a knowledge of hidden mysteries which the simplicity of the former never could have reached. A bitter kind of knowledge that!

While occupied with these re^ections, a knock came at the door of the study, and the minister said, “Come in!”— not wholly devoid of an idea that he might behold an evil spirit. And so he did! It was old Roger Chillingworth that entered. The minister stood, white and speechless, with one hand on the Hebrew Scriptures, and the other spread upon his breast.

“Welcome home, reverend Sir!” said the physician. “And how found you that godly man, the Apostle Eliot? But methinks, dear Sir, you look pale; as if the travel through the wilderness had been too sore for you. Will not my aid be requisite to put you in heart and strength to preach your Election Sermon?”

“Nay, I think not so,” rejoined the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale. “My jour- ney, and the sight of the holy Apostle yonder, and the free air which I have breathed, have done me good, after so long conSnement in my study. I think to need no more of your drugs, my kind physician, good though they be, and administered by a friendly hand.”

All this time, Roger Chillingworth was looking at the minister with the grave and intent regard of a physician towards his patient. But, in spite of this outward show, the latter was almost convinced of the old man’s knowl- edge, or, at least, his conSdent suspicion, with respect to his own interview with Hester Prynne. The physician knew, then, that, in the minister’s regard, he was no longer a trusted friend, but his bitterest enemy. So much being known, it would appear natural that a part of it should be expressed. It is singular, however, how long a time often passes before words embody things; and with what security two persons, who choose to avoid a certain subject, may approach its very verge, and retire without disturbing it. Thus, the min- ister felt no apprehension that Roger Chillingworth would touch, in express words, upon the real position which they sustained towards one another. Yet did the physician, in his dark way, creep frightfully near the secret.

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“Were it not better,” said he, “that you use my poor skill to- night? Verily, dear Sir, we must take pains to make you strong and vigorous for this occa- sion of the Election discourse. The people look for great things from you; apprehending that another year may come about, and Snd their pastor gone.”

“Yea, to another world,” replied the minister, with pious resignation. “Heaven grant it be a better one; for, in good sooth, I hardly think to tarry with my ̂ ock through the ̂ itting seasons of another year! But, touching your medicine, kind Sir, in my present frame of body I need it not.”

“I joy to hear it,” answered the physician. “It may be that my remedies, so long administered in vain, begin now to take due effect. Happy man were I, and well deserving of New En gland’s gratitude, could I achieve this cure!”

“I thank you from my heart, most watchful friend,” said the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, with a solemn smile. “I thank you, and can but requite your good deeds with my prayers.”

“A good man’s prayers are golden recompense!” rejoined old Roger Chill- ingworth, as he took his leave. “Yea, they are the current gold coin of the New Jerusalem, with the King’s own mint- mark on them!”

Left alone, the minister summoned a servant of the house, and requested food, which, being set before him, he ate with ravenous appetite. Then, ^ing- ing the already written pages of the Election Sermon into the Sre, he forth- with began another, which he wrote with such an impulsive ^ow of thought and emotion, that he fancied himself inspired; and only wondered that Heaven should see St to transmit the grand and solemn music of its oracles through so foul an organ- pipe as he. However, leaving that mystery to solve itself, or go unsolved for ever, he drove his task onward, with earnest haste and ecstasy. Thus the night ^ed away, as if it were a winged steed, and he careering on it; morning came, and peeped blushing through the curtains; and at last sunrise threw a golden beam into the study, and laid it right across the minister’s bedazzled eyes. There he was, with the pen still between his Sngers, and a vast, immea sur able tract of written space behind him!

XXI. The New En gland Holiday

Betimes4 in the morning of the day on which the new Governor was to receive his ofSce at the hands of the people, Hester Prynne and little Pearl came into the market- place. It was already thronged with the craftsmen and other plebe- ian inhabitants of the town, in considerable numbers; among whom, likewise, were many rough Sgures, whose attire of deer- skins marked them as belonging to some of the forest settlements, which surrounded the little metropolis of the colony.

On this public holiday, as on all other occasions, for seven years past, Hester was clad in a garment of coarse gray cloth. Not more by its hue than by some indescribable peculiarity in its fashion, it had the effect of making her fade personally out of sight and outline; while, again, the scarlet letter brought her back from this twilight indistinctness, and revealed her under the moral aspect of its own illumination. Her face, so long familiar to the

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townspeople, showed the marble quietude which they were accustomed to behold there. It was like a mask; or rather, like the frozen calmness of a dead woman’s features; owing this dreary resemblance to the fact that Hester was actually dead, in respect to any claim of sympathy, and had departed out of the world with which she still seemed to mingle.

It might be, on this one day, that there was an expression unseen before, nor, indeed, vivid enough to be detected now; unless some preternaturally gifted observer should have Srst read the heart, and have afterwards sought a corresponding development in the countenance and mien. Such a spiri- tual seer might have conceived, that, after sustaining the gaze of the multi- tude through seven miserable years as a necessity, a penance, and something which it was a stern religion to endure, she now, for one last time more, encountered it freely and voluntarily, in order to convert what had so long been agony into a kind of triumph. “Look your last on the scarlet letter and its wearer!”— the people’s victim and life- long bond- slave, as they fancied her, might say to them. “Yet a little while, and she will be beyond your reach! A few hours longer, and the deep, mysterious ocean will quench and hide for ever the symbol which ye have caused to burn upon her bosom!” Nor were it an inconsistency too improbable to be assigned to human nature, should we suppose a feeling of regret in Hester’s mind, at the moment when she was about to win her freedom from the pain which had been thus deeply incorpo- rated with her being. Might there not be an irresistible desire to quaff a last, long, breathless draught of the cup of wormwood and aloes, with which nearly all her years of womanhood had been perpetually ^avored? The wine of life, henceforth to be presented to her lips, must be indeed rich, delicious, and exhilarating, in its chased5 and golden beaker; or else leave an inevitable and weary languor, after the lees of bitterness wherewith she had been drugged, as with a cordial of intensest potency.

Pearl was decked out with airy gayety. It would have been impossible to guess that this bright and sunny apparition owed its existence to the shape of gloomy gray; or that a fancy, at once so gorgeous and so delicate as must have been requisite to contrive the child’s apparel, was the same that had achieved a task perhaps more difScult, in imparting so distinct a peculiarity to Hester’s simple robe. The dress, so proper was it to little Pearl, seemed an ef^uence, or inevitable development and outward manifestation of her char- acter, no more to be separated from her than the many- hued brilliancy from a butter^y’s wing, or the painted glory from the leaf of a bright ^ower. As with these, so with the child; her garb was all of one idea with her nature. On this eventful day, moreover, there was a certain singular inquietude and excitement in her mood, resembling nothing so much as the shimmer of a diamond, that sparkles and ^ashes with the varied throbbings of the breast on which it is displayed. Children have always a sympathy in the agitations of those connected with them; always, especially, a sense of any trouble or impending revolution, of what ever kind, in domestic circumstances; and therefore Pearl, who was the gem on her mother’s unquiet bosom, betrayed, by the very dance of her spirits, the emotions which none could detect in the marble passiveness of Hester’s brow.

5. Ornamented.

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This effervescence made her ^it with a bird- like movement, rather than walk by her mother’s side. She broke continually into shouts of a wild, inar- ticulate, and sometimes piercing music. When they reached the market- place, she became still more restless, on perceiving the stir and bustle that enlivened the spot; for it was usually more like the broad and lonesome green before a village meeting- house, than the centre of a town’s business.

“Why, what is this, mother?” cried she. “Wherefore have all the people left their work to- day? Is it a play- day for the whole world? See, there is the black- smith! He has washed his sooty face, and put on his Sabbath- day clothes, and looks, as if he would gladly be merry, if any kind body would only teach him how! And there is Master Brackett, the old jailer, nodding and smiling at me. Why does he do so, mother?”

“He remembers thee a little babe, my child,” answered Hester. “He should not nod and smile at me, for all that,— the black, grim, ugly-

eyed old man!” said Pearl. “He may nod at thee if he will; for thou are clad in gray, and wearest the scarlet letter. But, see, mother, how many faces of strange people, and Indians among them, and sailors! What have they all come to do here in the market- place?”

“They wait to see the pro cession pass,” said Hester. “For the Governor and the magistrates are to go by, and the ministers, and all the great people and good people, with the music, and the soldiers marching before them.”

“And will the minister be there?” asked Pearl. “And will he hold out both his hands to me, as when thou ledst me to him from the brook- side?”

“He will be there, child,” answered her mother. “But he will not greet thee to- day; nor must thou greet him.”

“What a strange, sad man is he!” said the child, as if speaking partly to herself. “In the dark night- time, he calls us to him, and holds thy hand and mine, as when we stood with him on the scaffold yonder! And in the deep forest, where only the old trees can hear, and the strip of sky see it, he talks with thee, sitting on a heap of moss! And he kisses my forehead, too, so that the little brook would hardly wash it off! But here in the sunny day, and among all the people, he knows us not; nor must we know him! A strange, sad man is he, with his hand always over his heart!”

“Be quiet, Pearl! Thou understandest not these things,” said her mother. “Think not now of the minister, but look about thee, and see how cheery is every body’s face to- day. The children have come from their schools, and the grown people from their workshops and their Selds, on purpose to be happy. For, to- day, a new man is beginning to rule over them; and so— as has been the custom of mankind ever since a nation was Srst gathered— they make merry and rejoice; as if a good and golden year were at length to pass over the poor old world!”

It was as Hester said, in regard to the unwonted jollity that brightened the faces of the people. Into this festal season of the year— as it already was, and continued to be during the greater part of two centuries— the Puritans compressed what ever mirth and public joy they deemed allowable to human inSrmity; thereby so far dispelling the customary cloud, that, for the space of a single holiday, they appeared scarcely more grave than most other commu- nities at a period of general af^iction.

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market- place of Boston had not been born to an inheritance of Puritanic gloom. They were native En glishmen, whose fathers had lived in the sunny richness of the Elizabethan epoch; a time when the life of En gland, viewed as one great mass, would appear to have been as stately, magniScent, and joy- ous, as the world has ever witnessed. Had they followed their hereditary taste, the New En gland settlers would have illustrated all events of public importance by bonSres, banquets, pageantries, and pro cessions. Nor would it have been impracticable, in the observance of majestic ceremonies, to com- bine mirthful recreation with solemnity, and give, as it were, a grotesque and brilliant embroidery to the great robe of state, which a nation, at such festi- vals, puts on. There was some shadow of an attempt of this kind in the mode of celebrating the day on which the po liti cal year of the colony commenced. The dim re^ection of a remembered splendor, a colorless and manifold diluted repetition of what they had beheld in proud old London,— we will not say at a royal coronation, but at a Lord Mayor’s show,6— might be traced in the customs which our forefathers instituted, with reference to the annual installation of magistrates. The fathers and found ers of the commonwealth— the statesman, the priest, and the soldier— deemed it a duty then to assume the outward state and majesty, which, in accordance with antique style, was looked upon as the proper garb of public or social eminence. All came forth, to move in pro cession before the people’s eye, and thus impart a needed dig- nity to the simple framework of a government so newly constructed.

Then, too, the people were countenanced, if not encouraged, in relaxing the severe and close application to their various modes of rugged industry, which, at all other times, seemed of the same piece and material with their religion. Here, it is true, were none of the appliances which pop u lar merri- ment would so readily have found in the En gland of Elizabeth’s time, or that of James,7— no rude shows of a theatrical kind; no minstrel with his harp and legendary ballad, nor gleeman, with an ape dancing to his music; no juggler, with his tricks of mimic witchcraft; no Merry Andrew,8 to stir up the multitude with jests, perhaps hundreds of years old, but still effective, by their appeals to the very broadest sources of mirthful sympathy. All such professors of the several branches of jocularity would have been sternly repressed, not only by the rigid discipline of law, but by the general senti- ment which gives law its vitality. Not the less, however, the great, honest face of the people smiled, grimly, perhaps, but widely too. Nor were sports wanting, such as the colonists had witnessed, and shared in, long ago, at the country fairs and on the village- greens of En gland; and which it was thought well to keep alive on this new soil, for the sake of the courage and manli- ness that were essential in them. Wrestling- matches, in the differing fash- ions of Cornwall and Devonshire, were seen here and there about the market- place; in one corner, there was a friendly bout at quarterstaff; and— what attracted most interest of all— on the platform of the pillory, already so noted on our pages, two masters of defence were commencing an exhibition with the buckler9 and broadsword. But, much to the disappointment of the

6. Pro cession and other ceremonies in honor of the inauguration of the lord mayor of London. 7. James I. Elizabeth I reigned from 1558 to 1603, James I from 1603 to 1625.

8. Jester or clown. 9. Small round shield, either carried or worn on the arm. “Quarterstaff”: long wooden staff, used as a weapon.

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crowd, this latter business was broken off by the interposition of the town beadle, who had no idea of permitting the majesty of the law to be violated by such an abuse of one of its consecrated places.

It may not be too much to afSrm, on the whole, (the people being then in the Srst stages of joyless deportment, and the offspring of sires who had known how to be merry, in their day,) that they would compare favorably, in point of holiday keeping, with their descendants, even at so long an interval as ourselves. Their immediate posterity, the generation next to the early emi- grants, wore the blackest shade of Puritanism, and so darkened the national visage with it, that all the subsequent years have not sufSced to clear it up. We have yet to learn again the forgotten art of gayety.

The picture of human life in the market- place, though its general tint was the sad gray, brown, or black of the En glish emigrants, was yet enlivened by some diversity of hue. A party of Indians— in their savage Snery of curiously embroidered deer- skin robes, wampum- belts, red and yellow ochre, and feathers, and armed with the bow and arrow and stone- headed spear— stood apart, with countenances of in^exible gravity, beyond what even the Puritan aspect could attain. Nor, wild as were these painted barbarians, were they the wildest feature of the scene. This distinction could more justly be claimed by some mariners,— a part of the crew of the vessel from the Spanish Main,— who had come ashore to see the humors of Election Day. They were rough- looking desperadoes, with sun- blackened faces, and an immensity of beard; their wide, short trousers were conSned about the waist by belts, often clasped with a rough plate of gold, and sustaining always a long knife, and, in some instances, a sword. From beneath their broad- brimmed hats of palm- leaf, gleamed eyes which, even in good nature and merriment, had a kind of animal ferocity. They transgressed, without fear or scruple, the rules of behaviour that were binding on all others; smoking tobacco under the bea- dle’s very nose, although each whiff would have cost a townsman a shilling; and quafSng, at their plea sure, draughts of wine or aqua- vitæ1 from pocket- ^asks, which they freely tendered to the gaping crowd around them. It remarkably characterized the incomplete morality of the age, rigid as we call it, that a license was allowed the seafaring class, not merely for their freaks on shore, but for far more desperate deeds on their proper element. The sailor of that day would go near to be arraigned as a pirate in our own. There could be little doubt, for instance, that this very ship’s crew, though no unfavorable specimens of the nautical brotherhood, had been guilty, as we should phrase it, of depredations on the Spanish commerce, such as would have perilled all their necks in a modern court of justice.

But the sea, in those old times, heaved, swelled, and foamed very much at its own will, or subject only to the tempestuous wind, with hardly any attempts at regulation by human law. The buccaneer on the wave might relinquish his calling, and become at once, if he chose, a man of probity and piety on land; nor, even in the full career of his reckless life, was he regarded as a personage with whom it was disreputable to trafSc, or casually associate. Thus, the Puritan elders, in their black cloaks, starched bands, and steeple- crowned hats, smiled not unbenignantly at the clamor and rude deportment of these jolly seafaring men; and it excited neither surprise nor animadversion

1. Brandy.

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when so reputable a citizen as old Roger Chillingworth, the physician, was seen to enter the market- place, in close and familiar talk with the com- mander of the questionable vessel.

The latter was by far the most showy and gallant Sgure, so far as apparel went, anywhere to be seen among the multitude. He wore a profusion of rib- bons on his garment, and gold lace on his hat, which was also encircled by a gold chain, and surmounted with a feather. There was a sword at his side, and a sword- cut on his forehead, which, by the arrangement of his hair, he seemed anxious rather to display than hide. A landsman could hardly have worn this garb and shown this face, and worn and shown them both with such a galliard2 air, without undergoing stern question before a magistrate, and probably incurring Sne or imprisonment, or perhaps an exhibition in the stocks. As regarded the shipmaster, however, all was looked upon as per- taining to the character, as to a Ssh his glistening scales.

After parting from the physician, the commander of the Bristol ship strolled idly through the market- place; until, happening to approach the spot where Hester Prynne was standing, he appeared to recognize, and did not hesitate to address her. As was usually the case wherever Hester stood, a small, vacant area— a sort of magic circle— had formed itself about her, into which, though the people were elbowing one another at a little distance, none ventured, or felt disposed to intrude. It was a forcible type of the moral solitude in which the scarlet letter enveloped its fated wearer; partly by her own reserve, and partly by the instinctive, though no longer so unkindly, withdrawal of her fellow- creatures. Now, if never before, it answered a good purpose, by enabling Hester and the seaman to speak together without risk of being overheard; and so changed was Hester Prynne’s repute before the public, that the matron in town most eminent for rigid morality could not have held such intercourse with less result of scandal than herself.

“So, mistress,” said the mariner, “I must bid the steward make ready one more berth than you bargained for! No fear of scurvy or ship- fever, this voy- age! What with the ship’s surgeon and this other doctor, our only danger will be from drug or pill; more by token, as there is a lot of apothecary’s stuff aboard, which I traded for with a Spanish vessel.”

“What mean you?” inquired Hester, startled more than she permitted to appear. “Have you another passenger?”

“Why, know you not,” cried the shipmaster, “that this physician here— Chillingworth, he calls himself— is minded to try my cabin- fare with you? Ay, ay, you must have known it; for he tells me he is of your party, and a close friend to the gentleman you spoke of,— he that is in peril from these sour old Puritan rulers!”

“They know each other well, indeed,” replied Hester, with a mien of calm- ness, though in the utmost consternation. “They have long dwelt together.”

Nothing further passed between the mariner and Hester Prynne. But, at that instant, she beheld old Roger Chillingworth himself, standing in the remotest corner of the market- place, and smiling on her; a smile which— across the wide and bustling square, and through all the talk and laughter, and various thoughts, moods, and interests of the crowd— conveyed secret and fearful meaning.

2. Lively.

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XXII. The Pro cession

Before Hester Prynne could call together her thoughts, and consider what was practicable to be done in this new and startling aspect of affairs, the sound of military music was heard approaching along a contiguous street. It denoted the advance of the pro cession of magistrates and citizens, on its way towards the meeting- house; where, in compliance with a custom thus early established, and ever since observed, the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale was to deliver an Election Sermon.

Soon the head of the pro cession showed itself, with a slow and stately march, turning a corner, and making its way across the market- place. First came the music. It comprised a variety of instruments, perhaps imperfectly adapted to one another, and played with no great skill, but yet attaining the great object for which the harmony of drum and clarion addresses itself to the multitude,— that of imparting a higher and more heroic air to the scene of life that passes before the eye. Little Pearl at Srst clapped her hands, but then lost, for an instant, the restless agitation that had kept her in a contin- ual effervescence throughout the morning; she gazed silently, and seemed to be borne upward, like a ^oating sea- bird, on the long heaves and swells of sound. But she was brought back to her former mood by the shimmer of the sunshine on the weapons and bright armour of the military company, which followed after the music, and formed the honorary escort of the pro cession. This body of soldiery3— which still sustains a corporate existence, and marches down from past ages with an ancient and honorable fame— was composed of no mercenary materials. Its ranks were Slled with gentlemen, who felt the stirrings of martial impulse, and sought to establish a kind of College of Arms, where, as in an association of Knights Templars,4 they might learn the science, and, so far as peaceful exercise would teach them, the practices of war. The high estimation then placed upon the military char- acter might be seen in the lofty port of each individual member of the com- pany. Some of them, indeed, by their ser vices in the Low Countries5 and on other Selds of Eu ro pe an warfare, had fairly won their title to assume the name and pomp of soldiership. The entire array, moreover, clad in burnished steel, and with plumage nodding over their bright morions,6 had a brilliancy of effect which no modern display can aspire to equal.

And yet the men of civil eminence, who came immediately behind the military escort, were better worth a thoughtful observer’s eye. Even in out- ward demeanour they showed a stamp of majesty that made the warrior’s haughty stride look vulgar, if not absurd. It was an age when what we call talent had far less consideration than now, but the massive materials which produce stability and dignity of character a great deal more. The people possessed, by hereditary right, the quality of reverence; which, in their descendants, if it survive at all, exists in smaller proportion, and with a vastly diminished force in the selection and estimate of public men. The change may be for good or ill, and is partly, perhaps, for both. In that old day, the

3. The Ancient and Honorable Artillery Com- pany of Massachusetts. 4. A 12th- century order of crusaders. “College of Arms”: the royal corporation instituted in 15th- century En gland to keep rec ords of genealogies

and coats of arms. 5. Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg. 6. Crested metal helmets with curved beaks at front and back.

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En glish settler on these rude shores,— having left king, nobles, and all degrees of awful rank behind, while still the faculty and necessity of rever- ence were strong in him,— bestowed it on the white hair and venerable brow of age; on long- tried integrity; on solid wisdom and sad- colored experience; on endowments of that grave and weighty order, which gives the idea of per- manence, and comes under the general deSnition of respectability. These primitive statesmen, therefore,— Bradstreet, Endicott, Dudley,7 Belling- ham, and their compeers,— who were elevated to power by the early choice of the people, seem to have been not often brilliant, but distinguished by a ponderous sobriety, rather than activity of intellect. They had fortitude and self- reliance, and, in time of difSculty or peril, stood up for the welfare of the state like a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide. The traits of character here indicated were well represented in the square cast of countenance and large physical development of the new colonial magistrates. So far as a demeanour of natural authority was concerned, the mother country need not have been ashamed to see these foremost men of an actual democracy adopted into the House of Peers, or made the Privy Council8 of the sovereign.

Next in order to the magistrates came the young and eminently distin- guished divine, from whose lips the religious discourse of the anniversary was expected. His was the profession, at that era, in which intellectual abil- ity displayed itself far more than in po liti cal life; for— leaving a higher motive out of the question— it offered inducements powerful enough, in the almost worshipping respect of the community, to win the most aspiring ambition into its ser vice. Even po liti cal power— as in the case of Increase Mather9— was within the grasp of a successful priest.

It was the observation of those who beheld him now, that never, since Mr. Dimmesdale Srst set his foot on the New En gland shore, had he exhib- ited such energy as was seen in the gait and air with which he kept his pace in the pro cession. There was no feebleness of step, as at other times; his frame was not bent; nor did his hand rest ominously upon his heart. Yet, if the clergyman were rightly viewed, his strength seemed not of the body. It might be spiritual, and imparted to him by angelic ministrations. It might be the exhilaration of that potent cordial, which is distilled only in the furnace- glow of earnest and long- continued thought. Or, perchance, his sen- sitive temperament was invigorated by the loud and piercing music, that swelled heavenward, and uplifted him on its ascending wave. Nevertheless, so abstracted was his look, it might be questioned whether Mr. Dimmes- dale even heard the music. There was his body, moving onward, and with an unaccustomed force. But where was his mind? Far and deep in its own region, busying itself, with preternatural activity, to marshal a pro cession of stately thoughts that were soon to issue thence; and so he saw nothing, heard nothing, knew nothing, of what was around him; but the spiritual element took up the feeble frame, and carried it along, unconscious of the burden, and converting it to spirit like itself. Men of uncommon intellect, who have

7. Early governors of New En gland colonies: Simon Bradstreet (1603– 1697), John Endicott (1588– 1665), Thomas Dudley (1576– 1653). 8. The king’s selected advisers. “House of Peers”: the upper house in the British Parliament.

9. The Puritan Increase Mather (1639– 1723) was president of Harvard College from 1685 to 1701. He had a prominent role in the witchcraft trials at Salem in 1692, urging moderation in the use of “specter evidence.”

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grown morbid, possess this occasional power of mighty effort, into which they throw the life of many days, and then are lifeless for as many more.

Hester Prynne, gazing steadfastly at the clergyman, felt a dreary in^uence come over her, but wherefore or whence she knew not; unless that he seemed so remote from her own sphere, and utterly beyond her reach. One glance of recognition, she had imagined, must needs pass between them. She thought of the dim forest, with its little dell of solitude, and love, and anguish, and the mossy tree- trunk, where, sitting hand in hand, they had mingled their sad and passionate talk with the melancholy murmur of the brook. How deeply had they known each other then! And was this the man? She hardly knew him now! He, moving proudly past, enveloped, as it were, in the rich music, with the pro cession of majestic and venerable fathers; he, so unattain- able in his worldly position, and still more so in that far vista of his unsympa- thizing thoughts, through which she now beheld him! Her spirit sank with the idea that all must have been a delusion, and that, vividly as she had dreamed it, there could be no real bond betwixt the clergyman and herself. And thus much of woman was there in Hester, that she could scarcely forgive him,— least of all now, when the heavy footstep of their approaching Fate might be heard, nearer, nearer, nearer!— for being able so completely to withdraw himself from their mutual world; while she groped darkly, and stretched forth her cold hands, and found him not.

Pearl either saw and responded to her mother’s feelings, or herself felt the remoteness and intangibility that had fallen around the minister. While the pro cession passed, the child was uneasy, ^uttering up and down, like a bird on the point of taking ^ight. When the whole had gone by, she looked up into Hester’s face.

“Mother,” said she, “was that the same minister that kissed me by the brook?”

“Hold thy peace, dear little Pearl!” whispered her mother. “We must not always talk in the market- place of what happens to us in the forest.”

“I could not be sure that it was he; so strange he looked,” continued the child. “Else I would have run to him, and bid him kiss me now, before all the people; even as he did yonder among the dark old trees. What would the min- ister have said, mother? Would he have clapped his hand over his heart, and scowled on me, and bid me begone?”

“What should he say, Pearl,” answered Hester, “save that it was no time to kiss, and that kisses are not to be given in the marketplace? Well for thee, foolish child, that thou didst not speak to him!”

Another shade of the same sentiment, in reference to Mr. Dimmesdale, was expressed by a person whose eccentricities— or insanity, as we should term it— led her to do what few of the townspeople would have ventured on; to begin a conversation with the wearer of the scarlet letter, in public. It was Mistress Hibbins, who, arrayed in great magniScence, with a triple ruff, a broidered stomacher, a gown of rich velvet, and a gold- headed cane, had come forth to see the pro cession. As this ancient lady had the renown (which subsequently cost her no less a price than her life) of being a principal actor in all the works of necromancy that were continually going forward, the crowd gave way before her, and seemed to fear the touch of her garment, as if it carried the plague among its gorgeous folds. Seen in conjunction with Hes- ter Prynne,— kindly as so many now felt towards the latter,— the dread

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inspired by Mistress Hibbins was doubled, and caused a general movement from that part of the market- place in which the two women stood.

“Now, what mortal imagination could conceive it!” whispered the old lady conSdentially to Hester. “Yonder divine man! That saint on earth, as the people uphold him to be, and as— I must needs say— he really looks! Who, now, that saw him pass in the pro cession, would think how little while it is since he went forth out of his study,— chewing a Hebrew text of Scripture in his mouth, I warrant,— to take an airing in the forest! Aha! we know what that means, Hester Prynne! But, truly, forsooth, I Snd it hard to believe him the same man. Many a church- member saw I, walking behind the music, that has danced in the same mea sure with me, when Somebody was Sddler, and, it might be, an Indian powwow or a Lapland1 wizard changing hands with us! That is but a tri^e, when a woman knows the world. But this minister! Couldst thou surely tell, Hester, whether he was the same man that encoun- tered thee on the forest- path!”

“Madam, I know not of what you speak,” answered Hester Prynne, feeling Mistress Hibbins to be of inSrm mind; yet strangely startled and awe- stricken by the conSdence with which she afSrmed a personal connection between so many persons (herself among them) and the Evil One. “It is not for me to talk lightly of a learned and pious minister of the Word, like the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale!”

“Fie, woman, Se!” cried the old lady, shaking her Snger at Hester. “Dost thou think I have been to the forest so many times, and have yet no skill to judge who else has been there? Yea; though no leaf of the wild garlands, which they wore while they danced, be left in their hair! I know thee, Hester; for I behold the token. We may all see it in the sunshine; and it glows like a red ^ame in the dark. Thou wearest it openly; so there need be no question about that. But this minister! Let me tell thee in thine ear! When the Black Man sees one of his own servants, signed and sealed, so shy of owning to the bond as is the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, he hath a way of ordering matters so that the mark shall be disclosed in open daylight to the eyes of the world! What is it that the minister seeks to hide, with his hand always over his heart? Ha, Hester Prynne!”

“What is it, good Mistress Hibbins?” eagerly asked little Pearl. “Hast thou seen it?”

“No matter, darling!” responded Mistress Hibbins, making Pearl a pro- found reverence. “Thou thyself wilt see it, one time or another. They say, child, thou art of the lineage of the Prince of the Air!2 Wilt thou ride with me, some Sne night, to see thy father? Then thou shalt know wherefore the minister keeps his hand over his heart!”

Laughing so shrilly that all the market- place could hear her, the weird old gentlewoman took her departure.

By this time the preliminary prayer had been offered in the meeting- house, and the accents of the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale were heard commencing his discourse. An irresistible feeling kept Hester near the spot. As the sacred ediSce was too much thronged to admit another auditor, she took up her position close beside the scaffold of the pillory. It was in sufScient proximity

1. Northern parts of Norway, Sweden, and Fin- land. “Indian powwow”: medicine man. 2. Satan, described in Ephesians 2.2 as “the

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to bring the whole sermon to her ears, in the shape of an indistinct, but var- ied, murmur and ^ow of the minister’s very peculiar voice.

This vocal organ was in itself a rich endowment; insomuch that a lis- tener, comprehending nothing of the language in which the preacher spoke, might still have been swayed to and fro by the mere tone and cadence. Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emotions high or ten- der, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever educated. Muf^ed as the sound was by its passage through the church- walls, Hester Prynne lis- tened with such intentness, and sympathized so intimately, that the sermon had throughout a meaning for her, entirely apart from its indistinguishable words. These, perhaps, if more distinctly heard, might have been only a grosser medium, and have clogged the spiritual sense. Now she caught the low undertone, as of the wind sinking down to repose itself; then ascended with it, as it rose through progressive gradations of sweetness and power, until its volume seemed to envelop her with an atmosphere of awe and sol- emn grandeur. And yet, majestic as the voice sometimes became, there was for ever in it an essential character of plaintiveness. A loud or low expres- sion of anguish,— the whisper, or the shriek, as it might be conceived, of suffering humanity, that touched a sensibility in every bosom! At times this deep strain of pathos was all that could be heard, and scarcely heard, sigh- ing amid a desolate silence. But even when the minister’s voice grew high and commanding,— when it gushed irrepressibly upward,— when it assumed its utmost breadth and power, so overSlling the church as to burst its way through the solid walls, and diffuse itself in the open air,— still, if the audi- tor listened intently, and for the purpose, he could detect the same cry of pain. What was it? The complaint of a human heart, sorrow- laden, perchance guilty, telling its secret, whether of guilt or sorrow, to the great heart of man- kind; beseeching its sympathy or forgiveness,— at every moment,— in each accent,— and never in vain! It was this profound and continual undertone that gave the clergyman his most appropriate power.

During all this time Hester stood, statue- like, at the foot of the scaffold. If the minister’s voice had not kept her there, there would nevertheless have been an inevitable magnetism in that spot, whence she dated the Srst hour of her life of ignominy. There was a sense within her,— too ill- deSned to be made a thought, but weighing heavily on her mind,— that her whole orb of life, both before and after, was connected with this spot, as with the one point that gave it unity.

Little Pearl, meanwhile, had quitted her mother’s side, and was playing at her own will about the market- place. She made the sombre crowd cheerful by her erratic and glistening ray; even as a bird of bright plumage illumi- nates a whole tree of dusky foliage by darting to and fro, half seen and half concealed, amid the twilight of the clustering leaves. She had an undulat- ing, but, oftentimes, a sharp and irregular movement. It indicated the rest- less vivacity of her spirit, which to- day was doubly indefatigable in its tiptoe dance, because it was played upon and vibrated with her mother’s disqui- etude. Whenever Pearl saw any thing to excite her ever active and wandering curiosity, she ̂ ew thitherward, and, as we might say, seized upon that man or thing as her own property, so far as she desired it; but without yielding the minutest degree of control over her motions in requital. The Puritans looked on, and, if they smiled, were none the less inclined to pronounce the child a

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demon offspring, from the indescribable charm of beauty and eccentricity that shone through her little Sgure, and sparkled with its activity. She ran and looked the wild Indian in the face; and he grew conscious of a nature wilder than his own. Thence, with native audacity, but still with a reserve as characteristic, she ^ew into the midst of a group of mariners, the swarthy- cheeked wild men of the ocean, as the Indians were of the land; and they gazed wonderingly and admiringly at Pearl, as if a ^ake of the sea- foam had taken the shape of a little maid, and were gifted with a soul of the sea- Sre, that ^ashes beneath the prow in the night- time.

One of these seafaring men— the shipmaster, indeed, who had spoken to Hester Prynne— was so smitten with Pearl’s aspect, that he attempted to lay hands upon her, with purpose to snatch a kiss. Finding it as impossible to touch her as to catch a humming- bird in the air, he took from his hat the gold chain that was twisted about it, and threw it to the child. Pearl immediately twined it around her neck and waist, with such happy skill, that, once seen there, it became a part of her, and it was difScult to imagine her without it.

“Thy mother is yonder woman with the scarlet letter,” said the seaman. “Wilt thou carry her a message from me?”

“If the message pleases me I will,” answered Pearl. “Then tell her,” rejoined he, “that I spake again with the black- a-visaged,

hump- shouldered old doctor, and he engages to bring his friend, the gentle- man she wots of, aboard with him. So let thy mother take no thought, save for herself and thee. Wilt thou tell her this, thou witch- baby?”

“Mistress Hibbins says my father is the Prince of the Air!” cried Pearl, with her naughty smile. “If thou callest me that ill name, I shall tell him of thee; and he will chase thy ship with a tempest!”

Pursuing a zigzag course across the market- place, the child returned to her mother, and communicated what the mariner had said. Hester’s strong, calm, steadfastly enduring spirit almost sank, at last, on beholding this dark and grim countenance of an inevitable doom, which— at the moment when a passage seemed to open for the minister and herself out of their labyrinth of misery— showed itself, with an unrelenting smile, right in the midst of their path.

With her mind harrassed by the terrible perplexity in which the shipmas- ter’s intelligence involved her, she was also subjected to another trial. There were many people present, from the country roundabout, who had often heard of the scarlet letter, and to whom it had been made terriSc by a hun- dred false or exaggerated rumors, but who had never beheld it with their own bodily eyes. These, after exhausting other modes of amusement, now thronged about Hester Prynne with rude and boorish intrusiveness. Unscru- pulous as it was, however, it could not bring them nearer than a circuit of several yards. At that distance they accordingly stood, Sxed there by the centrifugal force of the repugnance which the mystic symbol inspired. The whole gang of sailors, likewise, observing the press of spectators, and learn- ing the purport of the scarlet letter, came and thrust their sunburnt and desperado- looking faces into the ring. Even the Indians were affected by a sort of cold shadow of the white man’s curiosity, and, gliding through the crowd, fastened their snake- like black eyes on Hester’s bosom; conceiving, perhaps, that the wearer of this brilliantly embroidered badge must needs be a personage of high dignity among her people. Lastly, the inhabitants of the

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town (their own interest in this worn- out subject languidly reviving itself, by sympathy with what they saw others feel) lounged idly to the same quarter, and tormented Hester Prynne, perhaps more than all the rest, with their cool, well- acquainted gaze at her familiar shame. Hester saw and recognized the self- same faces of that group of matrons, who had awaited her forthcom- ing from the prison- door, seven years ago; all save one, the youn gest and only compassionate among them, whose burial- robe she had since made. At the Snal hour, when she was so soon to ^ing aside the burning letter, it had strangely become the centre of more remark and excitement, and was thus made to sear her breast more painfully than at any time since the Srst day she put it on.

While Hester stood in that magic circle of ignominy, where the cunning cruelty of her sentence seemed to have Sxed her for ever, the admirable preacher was looking down from the sacred pulpit upon an audience, whose very inmost spirits had yielded to his control. The sainted minister in the church! The woman of the scarlet letter in the market- place! What imagina- tion would have been irreverent enough to surmise that the same scorching stigma was on them both?

XXIII. The Revelation of the Scarlet Letter

The eloquent voice, on which the souls of the listening audience had been borne aloft, as on the swelling waves of the sea, at length came to a pause. There was a momentary silence, profound as what should follow the utterance of oracles. Then ensued a murmur and half- hushed tumult; as if the auditors, released from the high spell that had transported them into the region of another’s mind, were returning into themselves, with all their awe and won- der still heavy on them. In a moment more, the crowd began to gush forth from the doors of the church. Now that there was an end, they needed other breath, more St to support the gross and earthly life into which they relapsed, than that atmosphere which the preacher had converted into words of ^ame, and had burdened with the rich fragrance of his thought.

In the open air their rapture broke into speech. The street and the market- place absolutely babbled, from side to side, with applauses of the minister. His hearers could not rest until they had told one another of what each knew better than he could tell or hear. According to their united testimony, never had man spoken in so wise, so high, and so holy a spirit, as he that spake this day; nor had inspiration ever breathed through mortal lips more evidently than it did through his. Its in^uence could be seen, as it were, descending upon him, and possessing him, and continually lifting him out of the written discourse that lay before him, and Slling him with ideas that must have been as marvellous to himself as to his audience. His subject, it appeared, had been the relation between the Deity and the communities of mankind, with a special reference to the New En gland which they were here planting in the wilderness. And, as he drew towards the close, a spirit as of prophecy had come upon him, constraining him to its purpose as mightily as the old prophets of Israel were constrained; only with this difference, that, whereas the Jewish seers had denounced judgments and ruin on their country, it was his mission to foretell a high and glorious destiny for the newly gathered people of the Lord. But, throughout it all, and through the whole discourse,

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there had been a certain deep, sad undertone of pathos, which could not be interpreted otherwise than as the natural regret of one soon to pass away. Yes; their minister whom they so loved— and who so loved them all, that he could not depart heavenward without a sigh— had the foreboding of untimely death upon him, and would soon leave them in their tears! This idea of his transitory stay on earth gave the last emphasis to the effect which the preacher had produced; it was as if an angel, in his passage to the skies, had shaken his bright wings over the people for an instant,— at once a shadow and a splendor,— and had shed down a shower of golden truths upon them.

Thus, there had come to the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale— as to most men, in their various spheres, though seldom recognized until they see it far behind them— an epoch of life more brilliant and full of triumph than any previous one, or than any which could hereafter be. He stood, at this moment, on the very proudest eminence of superiority, to which the gifts of intellect, rich lore, prevailing eloquence, and a reputation of whitest sanctity, could exalt a clergyman in New En gland’s earliest days, when the professional char- acter was of itself a lofty pedestal. Such was the position which the minister occupied, as he bowed his head forward on the cushions of the pulpit, at the close of his Election Sermon. Meanwhile, Hester Prynne was standing beside the scaffold of the pillory, with the scarlet letter still burning on her breast!

Now was heard again the clangor of the music, and the mea sured tramp of the military escort, issuing from the church- door. The pro cession was to be marshalled thence to the town- hall, where a solemn banquet would com- plete the ceremonies of the day.

Once more, therefore, the train of venerable and majestic fathers was seen moving through a broad pathway of the people, who drew back rever- ently, on either side, as the Governor and magistrates, the old and wise men, the holy ministers, and all that were eminent and renowned, advanced into the midst of them. When they were fairly in the market- place, their presence was greeted by a shout. This— though doubtless it might acquire additional force and volume from the childlike loyalty which the age awarded to its rulers— was felt to be an irrepressible outburst of the enthusiasm kindled in the auditors by that high strain of eloquence which was yet reverberating in their ears. Each felt the impulse in himself, and, in the same breath, caught it from his neighbour. Within the church, it had hardly been kept down; beneath the sky, it pealed upward to the zenith. There were human beings enough, and enough of highly wrought and symphonious feeling, to produce that more impressive sound than the organ- tones of the blast, or the thunder, or the roar of the sea; even that mighty swell of many voices, blended into one great voice by the universal impulse which makes likewise one vast heart out of the many. Never, from the soil of New En gland, had gone up such a shout! Never, on New En gland soil, had stood the man so honored by his mortal brethren as the preacher.

How fared it with him then? Were there not the brilliant particles of a halo in the air about his head? So etherealized by spirit as he was, and so apotheo- sized by worshipping admirers, did his footsteps in the pro cession really tread upon the dust of earth?

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them. The shout died into a murmur, as one portion of the crowd after another obtained a glimpse of him. How feeble and pale he looked amid all his triumph! The energy— or say, rather, the inspiration which had held him up, until he should have delivered the sacred message that brought its own strength along with it from heaven— was withdrawn, now that it had so faith- fully performed its ofSce. The glow, which they had just before beheld burn- ing on his cheek, was extinguished, like a ^ame that sinks down hopelessly among the late- decaying embers. It seemed hardly the face of a man alive, with such a deathlike hue; it was hardly a man with life in him, that tottered on his path so nervelessly, yet tottered, and did not fall!

One of his clerical brethren,— it was the venerable John Wilson,— observing the state in which Mr. Dimmesdale was left by the retiring wave of intellect and sensibility, stepped forward hastily to offer his support. The minister tremulously, but decidedly, repelled the old man’s arm. He still walked onward, if that movement could be so described, which rather resem- bled the wavering effort of an infant, with its mother’s arms in view, out- stretched to tempt him forward. And now, almost imperceptible as were the latter steps of his progress, he had come opposite the well- remembered and weather- darkened scaffold, where, long since, with all that dreary lapse of time between, Hester Prynne had encountered the world’s ignominious stare. There stood Hester, holding little Pearl by the hand! And there was the scar- let letter on her breast! The minister here made a pause; although the music still played the stately and rejoicing march to which the pro cession moved. It summoned him onward,— onward to the festival!— but here he made a pause.

Bellingham, for the last few moments, had kept an anxious eye upon him. He now left his own place in the pro cession, and advanced to give assistance; judging from Mr. Dimmesdale’s aspect that he must otherwise inevitably fall. But there was something in the latter’s expression that warned back the mag- istrate, although a man not readily obeying the vague intimations that pass from one spirit to another. The crowd, meanwhile, looked on with awe and wonder. This earthly faintness was, in their view, only another phase of the minister’s celestial strength; nor would it have seemed a miracle too high to be wrought for one so holy, had he ascended before their eyes, waxing dim- mer and brighter, and fading at last into the light of heaven!

He turned towards the scaffold, and stretched forth his arms. “Hester,” said he, “come hither! Come, my little Pearl!” It was a ghastly look with which he regarded them; but there was some-

thing at once tender and strangely triumphant in it. The child, with the bird- like motion which was one of her characteristics, ^ew to him, and clasped her arms about his knees. Hester Prynne— slowly, as if impelled by inevitable fate, and against her strongest will— likewise drew near, but paused before she reached him. At this instant old Roger Chillingworth thrust himself through the crowd,— or, perhaps, so dark, disturbed, and evil was his look, he rose up out of some nether region,— to snatch back his victim from what he sought to do! Be that as it might, the old man rushed forward and caught the minister by the arm.

“Madman, hold! What is your purpose?” whispered he. “Wave back that woman! Cast off this child! All shall be well! Do not blacken your fame, and perish in dishonor! I can yet save you! Would you bring infamy on your sacred profession?”

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“Ha, tempter! Methinks thou art too late!” answered the minister, encoun- tering his eye, fearfully, but Srmly. “Thy power is not what it was! With God’s help, I shall escape thee now!”

He again extended his hand to the woman of the scarlet letter. “Hester Prynne,” cried he, with a piercing earnestness, “in the name of

Him, so terrible and so merciful, who gives me grace, at this last moment, to do what— for my own heavy sin and miserable agony— I withheld myself from doing seven years ago, come hither now, and twine thy strength about me! Thy strength, Hester; but let it be guided by the will which God hath granted me! This wretched and wronged old man is opposing it with all his might!— with all his own might and the Send’s! Come, Hester, come! Sup- port me up yonder scaffold!”

The crowd was in a tumult. The men of rank and dignity, who stood more immediately around the clergyman, were so taken by surprise, and so per- plexed as to the purport of what they saw,— unable to receive the explana- tion which most readily presented itself, or to imagine any other,— that they remained silent and inactive spectators of the judgment which Providence seemed about to work. They beheld the minister, leaning on Hester’s shoul- der and supported by her arm around him, approach the scaffold, and ascend its steps; while still the little hand of the sin- born child was clasped in his. Old Roger Chillingworth followed, as one intimately connected with the drama of guilt and sorrow in which they had all been actors, and well enti- tled, therefore, to be present at its closing scene.

“Hadst thou sought the whole earth over,” said he, looking darkly at the clergyman, “there was no one place so secret,— no high place nor lowly place, where thou couldst have escaped me,— save on this very scaffold!”

“Thanks be to Him who hath led me hither!” answered the minister. Yet he trembled, and turned to Hester with an expression of doubt and

anxiety in his eyes, not the less evidently betrayed, that there was a feeble smile upon his lips.

“Is not this better,” murmured he, “than what we dreamed of in the forest?” “I know not! I know not!” she hurriedly replied. “Better? Yea; so we may

both die, and little Pearl die with us!” “For thee and Pearl, be it as God shall order,” said the minister; “and God

is merciful! Let me now do the will which he hath made plain before my sight. For, Hester, I am a dying man. So let me make haste to take my shame upon me.”

Partly supported by Hester Prynne, and holding one hand of little Pearl’s, the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale turned to the digniSed and venerable rulers; to the holy ministers, who were his brethren; to the people, whose great heart was thoroughly appalled, yet over^owing with tearful sympathy, as knowing that some deep life- matter—which, if full of sin, was full of anguish and repentance likewise— was now to be laid open to them. The sun, but little past its meridian, shone down upon the clergyman, and gave a distinctness to his Sgure, as he stood out from all the earth to put in his plea of guilty at the bar of Eternal Justice.

“People of New En gland!” cried he, with a voice that rose over them, high, solemn, and majestic,— yet had always a tremor through it, and sometimes a shriek, struggling up out of a fathomless depth of remorse and woe,—“ye, that have loved me!— ye, that have deemed me holy!— behold me here, the

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one sinner of the world! At last!— at last!— I stand upon the spot where, seven years since, I should have stood; here, with this woman, whose arm, more than the little strength wherewith I have crept hitherward, sustains me, at this dreadful moment, from grovelling down upon my face! Lo, the scarlet letter which Hester wears! Ye have all shuddered at it! Wherever her walk hath been,— wherever, so miserably burdened, she may have hoped to Snd repose,— it hath cast a lurid gleam of awe and horrible repugnance round about her. But there stood one in the midst of you, at whose brand of sin and infamy ye have not shuddered!”

It seemed, at this point, as if the minister must leave the remainder of his secret undisclosed. But he fought back the bodily weakness,— and, still more, the faintness of heart,— that was striving for the mastery with him. He threw off all assistance, and stepped passionately forward a pace before the woman and the child.

“It was on him!” he continued, with a kind of Serceness; so determined was he to speak out the whole. “God’s eye beheld it! The angels were for ever point- ing at it! The Dev il knew it well, and fretted it continually with the touch of his burning Snger! But he hid it cunningly from men, and walked among you with the mien of a spirit, mournful, because so pure in a sinful world!— and sad, because he missed his heavenly kindred! Now, at the death- hour, he stands up before you! He bids you look again at Hester’s scarlet letter! He tells you, that, with all its mysterious horror, it is but the shadow of what he bears on his own breast, and that even this, his own red stigma, is no more than the type of what has seared his inmost heart! Stand any here that question God’s judgment on a sinner? Behold! Behold a dreadful witness of it!”

With a convulsive motion he tore away the ministerial band from before his breast. It was revealed! But it were irreverent to describe that revelation. For an instant the gaze of the horror- stricken multitude was concentrated on the ghastly miracle; while the minister stood with a ^ush of triumph in his face, as one who, in the crisis of acutest pain, had won a victory. Then, down he sank upon the scaffold! Hester partly raised him, and supported his head against her bosom. Old Roger Chillingworth knelt down beside him, with a blank, dull countenance, out of which the life seemed to have departed.

“Thou hast escaped me!” he repeated more than once. “Thou hast escaped me!”

“May God forgive thee!” said the minister. “Thou, too, hast deeply sinned!” He withdrew his dying eyes from the old man, and Sxed them on the

woman and the child. “My little Pearl,” said he feebly,— and there was a sweet and gentle smile

over his face, as of a spirit sinking into deep repose; nay, now that the burden was removed, it seemed almost as if he would be sportive with the child,— “dear little Pearl, wilt thou kiss me now? Thou wouldst not yonder, in the forest! But now thou wilt?”

Pearl kissed his lips. A spell was broken. The great scene of grief, in which the wild infant bore a part, had developed all her sympathies; and as her tears fell upon her father’s cheek, they were the pledge that she would grow up amid human joy and sorrow, nor for ever do battle with the world, but be a woman in it. Towards her mother, too, Pearl’s errand as a messen- ger of anguish was all fulSlled.

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“Hester,” said the clergyman, “farewell!” “Shall we not meet again?” whispered she, bending her face down close to

his. “Shall we not spend our immortal life together? Surely, surely, we have ransomed one another, with all this woe! Thou lookest far into eternity, with those bright dying eyes! Then tell me what thou seest?”

“Hush, Hester, hush!” said he, with tremulous solemnity. “The law we broke!— the sin here so awfully revealed!— let these alone be in thy thoughts! I fear! I fear! It may be, that, when we forgot our God,— when we violated our reverence each for the other’s soul,— it was thenceforth vain to hope that we could meet hereafter, in an everlasting and pure reunion. God knows; and He is merciful! He hath proved his mercy, most of all, in my af^ictions. By giving me this burning torture to bear upon my breast! By sending yonder dark and terrible old man, to keep the torture always at red- heat! By bringing me hither, to die this death of triumphant ignominy before the people! Had either of these agonies been wanting, I had been lost for ever! Praised be his name! His will be done! Farewell!”

That Snal word came forth with the minister’s expiring breath. The multi- tude, silent till then, broke out in a strange, deep voice of awe and wonder, which could not as yet Snd utterance, save in this murmur that rolled so heavily after the departed spirit.

XXIV. Conclusion

After many days, when time sufSced for the people to arrange their thoughts in reference to the foregoing scene, there was more than one account of what had been witnessed on the scaffold.

Most of the spectators testiSed to having seen, on the breast of the unhappy minister, a scarlet letter— the very semblance of that worn by Hester Prynne— imprinted in the ^esh. As regarded its origin, there were various explanations, all of which must necessarily have been conjectural. Some afSrmed that the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, on the very day when Hester Prynne Srst wore her ignominious badge, had begun a course of penance,— which he afterwards, in so many futile methods, followed out,— by in^ict- ing a hideous torture on himself. Others contended that the stigma had not been produced until a long time subsequent, when old Roger Chillingworth, being a potent necromancer, had caused it to appear, through the agency of magic and poisonous drugs. Others, again,— and those best able to appreci- ate the minister’s peculiar sensibility, and the wonderful operation of his spirit upon the body,— whispered their belief, that the awful symbol was the effect of the ever active tooth of remorse, gnawing from the inmost heart outwardly, and at last manifesting Heaven’s dreadful judgment by the visi- ble presence of the letter. The reader may choose among these theories. We have thrown all the light we could acquire upon the portent, and would gladly, now that it has done its ofSce, erase its deep print out of our own brain; where long meditation has Sxed it in very undesirable distinctness.

It is singular, nevertheless, that certain persons, who were spectators of the whole scene, and professed never once to have removed their eyes from the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, denied that there was any mark what ever on his breast, more than on a new- born infant’s. Neither, by their report, had his

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3. Inconsequential.

dying words acknowledged, nor even remotely implied, any, the slightest connection, on his part, with the guilt for which Hester Prynne had so long worn the scarlet letter. According to these highly respectable witnesses, the minister, conscious that he was dying,— conscious, also, that the reverence of the multitude placed him already among saints and angels,— had desired, by yielding up his breath in the arms of that fallen woman, to express to the world how utterly nugatory3 is the choicest of man’s own righ teousness. After exhausting life in his efforts for mankind’s spiritual good, he had made the manner of his death a parable, in order to impress on his admirers the mighty and mournful lesson, that, in the view of InSnite Purity, we are sin- ners all alike. It was to teach them, that the holiest among us has but attained so far above his fellows as to discern more clearly the Mercy which looks down, and repudiate more utterly the phantom of human merit, which would look aspiringly upward. Without disputing a truth so momentous, we must be allowed to consider this version of Mr. Dimmesdale’s story as only an instance of that stubborn Sdelity with which a man’s friends— and especially a clergyman’s— will sometimes uphold his character; when proofs, clear as the mid- day sunshine on the scarlet letter, establish him a false and sin- stained creature of the dust.

The authority which we have chie^y followed— a manuscript of old date, drawn up from the verbal testimony of individuals, some of whom had known Hester Prynne, while others had heard the tale from contemporary witnesses— fully conSrms the view taken in the foregoing pages. Among many morals which press upon us from the poor minister’s miserable experience, we put only this into a sentence:—“Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!”

Nothing was more remarkable than the change which took place, almost immediately after Mr. Dimmesdale’s death, in the appearance and demean- our of the old man known as Roger Chillingworth. All his strength and energy— all his vital and intellectual force— seemed at once to desert him; insomuch that he positively withered up, shrivelled away, and almost van- ished from mortal sight, like an uprooted weed that lies wilting in the sun. This unhappy man had made the very principle of his life to consist in the pursuit and systematic exercise of revenge; and when, by its completest tri- umph and consummation, that evil principle was left with no further mate- rial to support it,— when, in short, there was no more dev il’s work on earth for him to do, it only remained for the unhumanized mortal to betake himself whither his Master would Snd him tasks enough, and pay him his wages duly. But, to all these shadowy beings, so long our near acquaintances,— as well Roger Chillingworth as his companions,— we would fain be merciful. It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart- knowledge; each renders one individual depen- dent for the food of his affections and spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his object. Philosophically considered, therefore, the two passions seem essentially the same, except that one happens to be seen in a

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celestial radiance, and the other in a dusky and lurid glow. In the spiritual world, the old physician and the minister— mutual victims as they have been—may, unawares, have found their earthly stock of hatred and antipa- thy transmuted into golden love.

Leaving this discussion apart, we have a matter of business to communi- cate to the reader. At old Roger Chillingworth’s decease (which took place within the year), and by his last will and testament, of which Governor Bell- ingham and the Reverend Mr. Wilson were executors, he bequeathed a very considerable amount of property, both here and in En gland, to little Pearl, the daughter of Hester Prynne.

So Pearl— the elf- child,—the demon offspring, as some people, up to that epoch, persisted in considering her— became the richest heiress of her day, in the New World. Not improbably, this circumstance wrought a very mate- rial change in the public estimation; and, had the mother and child remained here, little Pearl, at a marriageable period of life, might have mingled her wild blood with the lineage of the devoutest Puritan among them all. But, in no long time after the physician’s death, the wearer of the scarlet letter dis- appeared, and Pearl along with her. For many years, though a vague report would now and then Snd its way across the sea,— like a shapeless piece of driftwood tost ashore, with the initials of a name upon it,— yet no tidings of them unquestionably authentic were received. The story of the scarlet letter grew into a legend. Its spell, however, was still potent, and kept the scaffold awful where the poor minister had died, and likewise the cottage by the sea- shore, where Hester Prynne had dwelt. Near this latter spot, one afternoon, some children were at play, when they beheld a tall woman, in a gray robe, approach the cottage- door. In all those years it had never once been opened; but either she unlocked it, or the decaying wood and iron yielded to her hand, or she glided shadow- like through these impediments,— and, at all events, went in.

On the threshold she paused,— turned partly round,— for, perchance, the idea of entering, all alone, and all so changed, the home of so intense a former life, was more dreary and desolate than even she could bear. But her hesitation was only for an instant, though long enough to display a scarlet letter on her breast.

And Hester Prynne had returned, and taken up her long- forsaken shame. But where was little Pearl? If still alive, she must now have been in the ^ush and bloom of early womanhood. None knew— nor ever learned, with the fulness of perfect certainty— whether the elf- child had gone thus untimely to a maiden grave; or whether her wild, rich nature had been softened and subdued, and made capable of a woman’s gentle happiness. But, through the remainder of Hester’s life, there were indications that the recluse of the scarlet letter was the object of love and interest with some inhabitant of another land. Letters came, with armorial seals upon them, though of bearings unknown to En glish heraldry. In the cottage there were articles of comfort and luxury, such as Hester never cared to use, but which only wealth could have purchased, and affection have imagined for her. There were tri^es, too, little ornaments, beautiful tokens of a contin- ual remembrance, that must have been wrought by delicate Sngers, at the impulse of a fond heart. And, once, Hester was seen embroidering a baby- garment, with such a lavish richness of golden fancy as would have raised

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4. A shield- shaped emblem.

a public tumult, had any infant, thus apparelled, been shown to our sobre- hued community.

In Sne, the gossips of that day believed,— and Mr. Surveyor Pue, who made investigations a century later, believed,— and one of his recent successors in ofSce, moreover, faithfully believes,— that Pearl was not only alive, but mar- ried, and happy, and mindful of her mother; and that she would most joyfully have entertained that sad and lonely mother at her Sreside.

But there was a more real life for Hester Prynne, here, in New En gland, than in that unknown region where Pearl had found a home. Here had been her sin; here, her sorrow; and here was yet to be her penitence. She had returned, therefore, and resumed,— of her own free will, for not the sternest magistrate of that iron period would have imposed it,— resumed the symbol of which we have related so dark a tale. Never afterwards did it quit her bosom. But, in the lapse of the toilsome, thoughtful, and self- devoted years that made up Hester’s life, the scarlet letter ceased to be a stigma which attracted the world’s scorn and bitterness, and became a type of something to be sorrowed over, and looked upon with awe, yet with reverence too. And, as Hester Prynne had no selSsh ends, nor lived in any mea sure for her own proSt and enjoyment, people brought all their sorrows and perplexities, and besought her counsel, as one who had herself gone through a mighty trou- ble. Women, more especially,— in the continually recurring trials of wounded, wasted, wronged, misplaced, or erring and sinful passion,— or with the dreary burden of a heart unyielded, because unvalued and unsought,— came to Hester’s cottage, demanding why they were so wretched, and what the remedy! Hester comforted and counselled them, as best she might. She assured them, too, of her Srm belief, that, at some brighter period, when the world should have grown ripe for it, in Heaven’s own time, a new truth would be revealed, in order to establish the whole relation between man and woman on a surer ground of mutual happiness. Earlier in life, Hester had vainly imag- ined that she herself might be the destined prophetess, but had long since recognized the impossibility that any mission of divine and mysterious truth should be conSded to a woman stained with sin, bowed down with shame, or even burdened with a Life- long sorrow. The angel and apostle of the com- ing revelation must be a woman, indeed, but lofty, pure, and beautiful; and wise, moreover, not through dusky grief, but the ethereal medium of joy; and showing how sacred love should make us happy, by the truest test of a life successful to such an end!

So said Hester Prynne, and glanced her sad eyes downward at the scarlet letter. And, after many, many years, a new grave was delved, near an old and sunken one, in that burial- ground beside which King’s Chapel has since been built. It was near that old and sunken grave, yet with a space between, as if the dust of the two sleepers had no right to mingle. Yet one tombstone served for both. All around, there were monuments carved with armorial bearings; and on this simple slab of slate— as the curious investigator may still discern, and perplex himself with the purport— there appeared the semblance of an engraved escutcheon.4 It bore a device, a herald’s wording of which might serve for a motto and brief description of our now concluded legend; so

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5. On a black background, the letter A, in red. 1. The text is from The House of the Seven Gables: A Romance (1851).

sombre is it, and relieved only by one ever- glowing point of light gloomier than the shadow:—

“On a field, sable, the letter A, Gules.”5

the end

1850

Preface to The House of the Seven Gables1

When a writer calls his work a Romance, it need hardly be observed that he wishes to claim a certain latitude, both as to its fashion and material, which he would not have felt himself entitled to assume, had he professed to be writing a Novel. The latter form of composition is presumed to aim at a very minute Sdelity, not merely to the possible, but to the probable and ordinary course of man’s experience. The former— while, as a work of art, it must rigidly subject itself to laws, and while it sins unpardonably so far as it may swerve aside from the truth of the human heart— has fairly a right to pre- sent that truth under circumstances, to a great extent, of the writer’s own choosing or creation. If he think St, also, he may so manage his atmospheri- cal medium as to bring out or mellow the lights, and deepen and enrich the shadows, of the picture. He will be wise, no doubt, to make a very moderate use of the privileges here stated, and, especially, to mingle the Marvellous rather as a slight, delicate, and evanescent ^avor, than as any portion of the actual substance of the dish offered to the public. He can hardly be said, however, to commit a literary crime, even if he disregard this caution.

In the present work, the author has proposed to himself— but with what success, fortunately, it is not for him to judge— to keep undeviatingly within his immunities. The point of view in which this tale comes under the Roman- tic deSnition lies in the attempt to connect a by- gone time with the very pres- ent that is ^itting away from us. It is a legend, prolonging itself, from an epoch now gray in the distance, down into our own broad daylight, and bringing along with it some of its legendary mist, which the reader, according to his plea sure, may either disregard, or allow it to ^oat almost imperceptibly about the characters and events, for the sake of a picturesque effect. The nar- rative, it may be, is woven of so humble a texture as to require this advantage, and, at the same time, to render it the more difScult of attainment.

Many writers lay very great stress upon some deSnite moral purpose, at which they profess to aim their works. Not to be deScient in this par tic u lar, the author has provided himself with a moral;— the truth, namely, that the wrong- doing of one generation lives into the successive ones, and, divesting itself of every temporary advantage, becomes a pure and uncontrollable mischief;— and he would feel it a singular gratiScation, if this romance might effectually convince mankind— or, indeed, any one man— of the folly of

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2. Salem, Massachusetts.

tumbling down an avalanche of ill- gotten gold, or real estate, on the heads of an unfortunate posterity, thereby to maim and crush them, until the accu- mulated mass shall be scattered abroad in its original atoms. In good faith, however, he is not sufSciently imaginative to ^atter himself with the slightest hope of this kind. When romances do really teach anything, or produce any effective operation, it is usually through a far more subtile pro cess than the ostensible one. The author has considered it hardly worth his while, there- fore, relentlessly to impale the story with its moral, as with an iron rod,— or, rather as by sticking a pin through a butter^y,— thus at once depriving it of life, and causing it to stiffen in an ungainly and unnatural attitude. A high truth, indeed, fairly, Snely, and skilfully wrought out, brightening at every step, and crowning the Snal development of a work of Sction, may add an artistic glory, but is never any truer, and seldom any more evident, at the last page than at the Srst.

The reader may perhaps choose to assign an actual locality to the imagi- nary events of this narrative. If permitted by the historical connection,— which, though slight, was essential to his plan,— the author would very willingly have avoided anything of this nature. Not to speak of other objec- tions, it exposes the romance to an in^exible and exceedingly dangerous spe- cies of criticism, by bringing his fancy- pictures almost into positive contact with the realities of the moment. It has been no part of his object, however, to describe local manners, nor in any way to meddle with the characteristics of a community for whom he cherishes a proper respect and a natural regard. He trusts not to be considered as unpardonably offending, by laying out a street that infringes upon nobody’s private rights, and appropriating a lot of land which had no visible own er, and building a house, of materials long in use for constructing castles in the air. The personages of the tale— though they give themselves out to be of ancient stability and considerable prominence— are really of the author’s own making, or, at all events, of his own mixing; their virtues can shed no lustre, nor their defects redound, in the remotest degree, to the discredit of the venerable town2 of which they profess to be inhabitants. He would be glad, therefore, if— especially in the quarter to which he alludes— the book may be read strictly as a Romance, having a great deal more to do with the clouds overhead than with any por- tion of the actual soil of the County of Essex.

Lenox, January 27, 1851. 1851

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HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW 1807–1882

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was the most beloved American poet of the nine-teenth century. His narrative poems Evangeline (1847), The Song of Hiawatha (1855), and The Courtship of Miles Standish (1858) went through numerous editions, and his collections of lyrics—The Seaside and the Fireside (1850), Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863), and many others— were also enormously pop u lar. In Great Britain, Long- fellow outsold En gland’s poet laureate Alfred, Lord Tennyson; and shortly after Longfellow’s death in 1882, he became the Srst American- born poet enshrined in Westminster Abbey’s famed Poets’ Corner. As literary modernism took hold in the twentieth century, Longfellow came to be seen as an unadventurous, timid poet; but such an assessment unfairly diminishes the achievement of a writer who saw value in working with (rather than against) established forms and traditions. Viewed in rela- tion to his own culture and his own poetic aspirations, Longfellow exhibited a metri- cal complexity, a mastery of sound and atmosphere, a progressive social conscience, and a melancholy outlook for which his soothing words were especially appropriate, as though the poet were comforting himself as well as his audience.

Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine (then still a part of Massachusetts), on February 27, 1807, the second of eight children. Both of his parents encouraged his early interest in reading and writing, but when he was sent to Bowdoin College in 1821, the expectation was that the fourteen- year- old Longfellow would eventually become a lawyer like his father. Graduating at age eigh teen in the class of 1825, which also included Nathaniel Hawthorne and the future president Franklin Pierce, Longfellow made the risky vocational decision to pursue his interest in literature. He was aided in this ambition by a college trustee who donated money to Bowdoin to hire Longfellow as a professor of modern languages, provided that Longfellow agreed to use his own funds to study languages in Eu rope. Supported by his father, Longfellow spent three years abroad, traveling in Germany, Italy, France, and Spain (where he met Washington Irving, the American writer he most admired). Returning to the United States in 1829 with a new ^uency in four languages, the twenty- two- year- old Longfellow assumed the professorship at Bowdoin. In 1831 he married Mary Storer Potter; four years later he was appointed the Smith Professor of Modern Languages and Belles Lettres at Harvard University, with the understanding that he would need to improve his skills in Germanic languages. To that end, he traveled to Eu rope with his wife in 1835; while in Holland, Mary died of complications from a miscarriage. Just before returning to the United States in 1836, Longfellow toured Switzerland and Austria, meeting and falling in love with Fanny Appleton, the daughter of the wealthy Boston industrialist Nathan Appleton. After a seven- year courtship, they married in 1843. As a wedding gift, Longfellow’s father- in- law bought the couple Craigie House in Cambridge, a mansion abutting Harvard Yard where Longfellow himself had been renting rooms.

Longfellow’s Srst published poem appeared in Maine’s Portland Gazette on Novem- ber 17, 1820, when he was thirteen years old. He published poems and prose while in college, but in his initial years as a professor he focused on publishing scholarly arti- cles in the North American Review, along with language textbooks and translations of Eu ro pe an poetry. But he soon returned to his principal interest, which was writing his own poetry, publishing his Srst volume, Voices of the Night, in 1839. Other poetic volumes quickly followed, including Ballads and Other Poems (1841), Poems on Slavery

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(1842), and The Belfrey of Bruges and Other Poems (1846). Longfellow’s great com- mercial breakthrough came with the publication of his 1847 narrative poem Evangeline, which went through six printings in nine weeks. Evangeline weaves a tragic love story into a poetic narrative of the British dispossession of an Acadian French settlement in Nova Scotia during the French and Indian War (1756– 63). At a time of increasing modernization, Longfellow tapped into the cultural nostalgia for times past that would also come to inform his pop u lar Indian poetic narrative, Hiawatha. During these years Longfellow also published short and long prose pieces. Inspired by Irving’s Sketch Book he brought out a collection of travel sketches, Outre- Mer, in 1835. In 1839 he published a two- volume prose romance, Hyperion; another prose romance, Kavanagh, appeared in 1849.

As a poet and a teacher, Longfellow took pride in his cosmopolitanism and transat- lanticism. Rejecting the call by American literary nationalists for writing that drew mainly on native sources, Longfellow in his poetry worked with a wide range of sources— Homer and Virgil, for instance, for the hexameters of Evangeline, and Finn- ish mythologies and folk meter for Hiawatha. At Harvard, he taught Eu ro pe an litera- tures of many periods and nationalities; he also published The Poets and Poetry of Eu rope (1845; rev. ed. 1871), a book of translations for the general reading public.

In 1854, Longfellow resigned from Harvard to devote himself completely to writ- ing, editing, and translating. When he published Hiawatha one year after his resigna- tion, the excellent sales (around thirty thousand copies in the Srst six months of publication) earned him his annual Harvard salary ($1,800) many times over. His 1858 The Courtship of Miles Standish and Other Poems sold twenty- Sve thousand copies in the United States over the Srst two months of publication, and ten thousand copies in London on its Srst day of publication. By the 1870s Longfellow’s annual income from his writing was around $15,000, an enormous sum at that time and over $100,000 at today’s value.

As with his Srst marriage, tragedy struck unexpectedly. In 1861 Fanny Longfel- low burned to death when her dress caught Sre while she was melting wax to pre- serve locks of her daughters’ hair. Longfellow himself nearly died when he tried to smother the ^ames. In his grief Longfellow turned to translating the Divine Comedy of Dante, making the labor the occasion for regular meetings with friends such as James Russell Lowell and the young William Dean Howells; the volumes were pub- lished between 1865 and 1871. Longfellow made one last visit to Eu rope in 1868– 69, during which Queen Victoria gave him a private audience and Oxford awarded him an honorary doctoral degree. On his return, he continued with his various writing and editing projects. His long religious poem Christus: A Mystery, the labor of many years, was published in 1872, and a number of other poetic volumes followed over the next de cade, including a thirty- one- volume anthology, Poems of Place (1877– 89). Longfellow died a month after his seventy- Sfth birthday, on March 24, 1882. At the time he was working on a long poem about Michelangelo; Michael Angelo: A Frag- ment was published posthumously in 1883. One year later his bust was unveiled in Poets’ Corner.

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1. The text is that of the Srst publication, in the Knickerbocker: or, New- York Monthly Magazine (September 1838). The poem was collected in Voices of the Night (1839).

2. Adapted from “Wishes to His Supposed Mis- tress” by the En glish poet Richard Crashaw (c. 1613– 1649). 3. Meters, rhythms.

A Psalm of Life1

Life that shall send A challenge to its end, And when it comes, say, ‘Welcome, friend.’2

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

i

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,3 Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

ii

Life is real— life is earnest— 5 And the grave is not its goal: Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.

iii

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destin’d end or way; 10 But to act, that each to- morrow Find us farther than to- day.

iv

Art is long, and time is ^eeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muf^ed drums, are beating 15 Funeral marches to the grave.

v

In the world’s broad Seld of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife! 20

vi

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act—act in the glorious Present! Heart within, and God o’er head!

1. From Poems on Slavery (1842). 2. Many of the psalms of the Old Testament have been attributed to David, the second of the Israelite kings, who reigned from c. 1000 b.c.e.

to c. 962 b.c.e. 3. The Israelites escaped from slavery when the Red Sea divided to let them pass and then closed to drown Pharaoh and his army (Exodus 15).

vii

Lives of great men all remind us 25 We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footsteps on the sands of time.

viii

Footsteps, that, perhaps another, Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, 30 A forlorn and shipwreck’d brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.

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Let us then be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, 35 Learn to labor and to wait.

1838, 1839

The Slave Singing at Midnight1

Loud he sang the psalm of David!2 He, a Negro and enslaved, Sang of Israel’s victory, Sang of Zion, bright and free.

In that hour, when night is calmest, 5 Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist, In a voice so sweet and clear That I could not choose but hear,

Songs of triumph, and ascriptions, Such as reached the swart Egyptians, 10 When upon the Red Sea coast Perished Pharaoh and his host.3

And the voice of his devotion Filled my soul with strange emotion; For its tones by turns were glad, 15 Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.

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4. See Acts 16.19– 34 on the miraculous escape from prison of the Christian leaders Paul and Silas.

1. From The Belfrey of Bruges and Other Poems (1846).

Paul and Silas, in their prison, Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen, And an earthquake’s arm of might Broke their dungeon- gates at night.4 20

But, alas! what holy angel Brings the Slave this glad evangel? And what earthquake’s arm of might Breaks his dungeon- gates at night?

1842

The Day Is Done1

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an ea gle in his ^ight.

I see the lights of the village 5 Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me, That my soul cannot resist:

A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, 10 And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.

Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, That shall soothe this restless feeling, 15 And banish the thoughts of day.

Not from the grand old masters, Not from the bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time. 20

For, like strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life’s endless toil and endeavour; And to- night I long for rest.

Read from some humbler poet, 25 Whose songs gushed from his heart,

As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start;

Who, through long days of labor, And nights devoid of ease, 30 Still heard in his soul the music Of wonderful melodies.

Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction 35 That follows after prayer.

Then read from the trea sured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. 40

And the night shall be Slled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.

1846

From Evangeline, A Tale of Acadie1

[prologue]

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld,2 with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar,3 with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep- voiced neighbouring ocean 5 Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.

This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the

huntsman? Where is the thatch- roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,— Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands, 10 Darkened by shadows of earth, but re^ecting an image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!

1. From the Srst printing (1847). Written between 1845 and 1847, this book- length poem takes its inspiration from the 1755 expulsion of Acadians from the former French colony Acadie (present- day Nova Scotia, Canada) when they refused to offer their allegiance to the British Crown and renounce their Catholic faith. The pro cess of loading the Acadians onto boats resulted in the separation of friends and families. Longfellow

invented the tragic story of two Acadians, Evange- line and Gabriel, separated on their wedding; he used the prologue to set the mood of the overall poem, which went through six printings in its Srst nine weeks. 2. Old (archaic). “Druids”: pre- Christian priests of ancient Ireland. 3. Ancient, venerable.

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4. Historic Acadian farming site. 5. Evangeline devotes her life to searching for Gabriel, but does not Snd him until he is on his deathbed. 1. First published in Putnam’s Monthly Magazine (July 1854), the source of the present text. The Srst Jewish settlers arrived in Newport, Rhode Island, in 1658, encouraged by the relatively toler- ant religious attitudes of local leaders. During the colonial period, Newport had the second largest Jewish community in North America. The Touro

Synagogue, the oldest still standing in the United States, dates from 1763. Longfellow visited New- port’s Jewish Cemetery in July 1852. 2. Flagstones. 3. “Moses’ anger waxed hot, and he cast the tab- lets out of his hands, and brake them beneath the mount” (Exodus 32.19). 4. The Newport Jews were Sephardims, immi- grants from Spain and Portugal, where they had acquired local names. 5. The Ten Commandments.

Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o’er the ocean. Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand- Pré.4 15

Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman’s devotion,5 List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.

1847

The Jewish Cemetery at Newport1

How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves. Close by the street of this fair sea- port town; Silent beside the never- silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down!

The trees are white with dust, that o’er their sleep 5 Wave their broad curtains in the south- wind’s breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.

And these sepulchral stones, so old and brown, That pave with level ^ags2 their burial- place, 10 Are like the tablets of the Law, thrown down And broken by Moses at the mountain’s base.3

The very names recorded here are strange, Of foreign accent, and of different climes; Alvares and Rivera4 interchange 15 With Abraham and Jacob of old times.

“Blessed be God! for he created Death!” The mourners said: “and Death is rest and peace.” Then added, in the certainty of faith: “And giveth Life, that never more shall cease.” 20

Closed are the portals of their Synagogue, No Psalms of David now the silence break, No Rabbi reads the ancient Decalogue5 In the grand dialect the Prophets spake.

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6. Outcasts. From Genesis 21, where Hagar, the concubine of Abraham, and their son, Ishmael, are driven from his house hold at the instigation of his wife, Sarah, after the birth of their son, Isaac. 7. Street of the Jews (German). “Ghetto”: a sec- tion of a city to which Jews were restricted. 8. Foods eaten at Passover in remembrance of the exodus from slavery in Egypt. 9. Bitter water; see Exodus 15.22– 25, which describes how the Hebrews, after crossing the

Red Sea, came to Marah, where they found the water too bitter to drink until God showed Moses how to sweeten it with a tree. 1. “If any man love not the Lord Jesus Christ, let him be Anathema Maranatha” (1 Corinthians 16.22). 2. A Jewish leader abused by the Persians (Esther 2.5– 6). 3. Hebrew is read from right to left.

Gone are the living, but the dead remain, 25 And not neglected, for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty, like a summer rain, Still keeps their graves and their remembrance green.

How came they here? What burst of Christian hate; What persecution, merciless, and blind, 30 Drove o’er the sea,— that desert, desolate— These Ishmaels and Hagars6 of mankind?

They lived in narrow streets and lanes obscure, Ghetto or Judenstrass,7 in mirk and mire; Taught in the school of patience to endure 35 The life of anguish and the death of Sre.

All their lives long, with the unleavened bread And bitter herbs8 of exile and its fears, The wasting famine of the heart they fed, And slaked its thirst with marah9 of their tears. 40

Anathema maranatha!1 was the cry That rang from town to town, from street to street; At every gate the accursed Mordecai2 Was mocked, and jeered, and spurned by Christian feet.

Pride and humiliation hand in hand 45 Walked with them through the world, where’er they went; Trampled and beaten were they as the sand, And yet unshaken as the continent.

For in the back- ground, Sgures vague and vast, Of patriarchs and of prophets rose sublime, 50 And all the great traditions of the Past They saw re^ected in the coming time.

And thus for ever with reverted look, The mystic volume of the world they read, Spelling it backward like a Hebrew book,3 55 Till Life became a Legend of the Dead.

But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain

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1. Longfellow wrote this poem about his home- town of Portland, Maine, in March 1855, at Cam- bridge. The text is that of the Srst printing in Putnam’s Monthly Magazine (August 1855). It was reprinted in The Courtship of Miles Standish and Other Poems (1858). 2. Longfellow derived the refrain from lines in

the En glish writer John Scheffer’s The History of Lapland (1674): “A Youth’s desire is the desire of the wind.” Lapland is the area of northern Eu rope populated by the Finnic people of northern Nor- way, Sweden, Finland, and other nearby regions. 3. In Greek mythology, islands where the golden apples grew.

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My Lost Youth1

Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. 5 And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”2

I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, 10 And catch, in sudden gleams, The sheen of the far- surrounding seas, And islands that were the Hesperides3 Of all my boyish dreams. And the burden of that old song, 15 It murmurs and whispers still: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea- tides tossing free; 20 And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: 25 “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

I remember the bulwarks by the shore, And the fort upon the hill; The sun- rise gun, with its hollow roar, 30 The drum- beat repeated o’er and o’er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still:

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4. The American Enterprise and the British Boxer fought near Portland in 1813. Both captains were killed and carried ashore for burial.

5. Wooded area in Portland now called Deering Oaks.

“A boy’s will is the wind’s will, 35 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

I remember the sea- Sght far away, How it thundered o’er the tide!4 And the dead captains, as they lay In their graves, o’erlooking the tranquil bay, 40 Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.” 45

I can see the breezy dome of groves, The shadows of Deering’s Woods;5 And the friendships old and the early loves Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves In quiet neighborhoods. 50 And the verse of that sweet old song, It ^utters and murmurs still: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

I remember the gleams and glooms that dart 55 Across the schoolboy’s brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that Stful song 60 Sings on, and is never still: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; 65 There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill: 70 “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, 75 And the trees that o’ershadow each well- known street, As they balance up and down,

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1. The poem Srst appeared in the August 1864 issue of the Atlantic Monthly, titled “Concord,” and was reprinted as “Hawthorne” in Longfel- low’s Flower- de- Luce (1867), the source of the text here. Longfellow met Hawthorne at Bowdoin College (they were both in the class of 1825), and their friendship deepened during the 1850s and

early 1860s. May 23, 1864, was the date of Haw- thorne’s funeral in Concord, Massachusetts, which Longfellow attended. 2. The Old Manse was the name Hawthorne gave to the house, a former parsonage, that he and his family lived in during his Concord years of 1842– 45.

Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, 80 And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.”

And Deering’s Woods are fresh and fair, And with joy that is almost pain My heart goes back to wander there, And among the dreams of the days that were, 85 I Snd my lost youth again. And the strange and beautiful song, The groves are repeating it still: “A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.” 90

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Hawthorne1

may 23, 1864

How beautiful it was, that one bright day In the long week of rain! Though all its splendor could not chase away The omnipresent pain.

The lovely town was white with apple- blooms, 5 And the great elms o’erhead Dark shadows wove on their aerial looms, Shot through with golden thread.

Across the meadows, by the gray old manse,2 The historic river ^owed: 10 I was as one who wanders in a trance, Unconscious of his road.

The faces of familiar friends seemed strange: Their voices I could hear, And yet the words they uttered seemed to change 15 Their meaning to my ear.

For the one face I looked for was not there, The one low voice was mute; Only an unseen presence Slled the air, And baf^ed my pursuit. 20

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3. Reference to Hawthorne’s Twice- Told Tales (1837), which Longfellow had favorably reviewed in the July 1837 issue of the North American Review. 4. In Greek mythology, the ball of thread used by Theseus to Snd his way out of the labyrinth. 5. On the day of the funeral, the manuscript of one of Hawthorne’s unSnished romances was placed on the cofSn. 1. Longfellow wrote this poem on July 10, 1879, the eigh teenth anniversary of the tragic death by Sre of his second wife, Fanny; it was published

posthumously by his brother Samuel in Life of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1886), from which the text is taken. 2. Blessed. 3. The Mountain of the Holy Cross, in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, took its name from the snow- Slled cross that appeared on its eastern face under certain weather conditions. In 1875, Wil- liam Henry Jackson (1843– 1942) took a photo- graph of the mountain, which Longfellow had probably seen.

Now I look back, and meadow, manse, and stream Dimly my thought deSnes; I only see— a dream within a dream— The hill- top hearsed with pines.

I only hear above his place of rest 25 Their tender undertone, The inSnite longings of a troubled breast, The voice so like his own.

There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, 30 Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told.3

Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew4 regain? The unSnished window in Aladdin’s tower 35 UnSnished must remain!5

1864, 1867

The Cross of Snow1

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face— the face of one long dead— Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night- lamp casts a halo of pale light. Here in this room she died; and soul more white 5 Never through martyrdom of Sre was led To its repose; nor can in books be read The legend of a life more benedight.2 There is a mountain in the distant West That, sun- defying, in its deep ravines 10 Displays a cross of snow upon its side.3 Such is the cross I wear upon my breast These eigh teen years, through all the changing scenes And seasons, changeless since the day she died.

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JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER 1807–1892

J ohn Greenleaf Whittier was born to a Quaker family on December 17, 1807, on a farm near Haverhill, Massachusetts. Although no longer persecuted in New En gland, Quakers were still a people apart, and Whittier grew up with a sense of being different from most of his neighbors. Labor on the debt- ridden farm over- strained his health in adolescence, and thereafter throughout his long life he suf- fered from intermittent physical collapses. At fourteen, having had only a meager education in a house hold suspicious of non- Quaker literature, he found in the Scot- tish poet Robert Burns (1759– 1796) an initial source of inspiration. Like Burns, Whittier began writing poems that employed regional dialect, dealt with homely subjects, and displayed a demo cratic social conscience. His Srst poem was pub- lished in 1826 in a local newspaper run by another young man, William Lloyd Gar- rison (1805– 1879), whose dedication to the antislavery movement was to affect Whittier’s life profoundly. In 1827 Garrison helped persuade Whittier’s father that the young poet deserved a formal education, and Whittier supported himself through two terms at Haverhill Academy. In 1836, six years after his father’s death, Whittier and his mother and sisters moved from the farm to a house in nearby Amesbury, Massachusetts, which he owned until his death.

In his twenties Whittier became editor of various newspapers, some of regional importance. The turning point of his career came in 1833, when Garrison brought him into the abolitionist movement. In June 1833 Whittier published an antislavery pamphlet, Justice and Expediency, and later that year he helped found the American Anti- Slavery Society. In the tradition of such antislavery Quakers as Anthony Bene- zet (1713– 1784) and John Woolman (1720– 1793), Whittier believed that there was only one practicable and just scheme of emancipation: “Immediate abolition of slav- ery; an immediate ac know ledg ment of the great truth, that man cannot hold property in man; an immediate surrender of baneful prejudice to Christian love; an immediate practical obedience to the command of Jesus Christ: ‘Whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do even so to them’ ” ( Justice and Expediency). In an effort to disseminate his views to the widest possible audience, Whittier published over a hun- dred antislavery poems and quickly emerged as the most pop u lar poet of the aboli- tionist movement. His antislavery poetry was collected in 1837 in an unauthorized volume, Poems Written during the Progress of the Abolition Question in the United States, funded by abolitionists; one year later he oversaw the publication of Poems (1838), which included most of his antislavery poetry up to that time. That same year Whittier, in disguise, joined an antiabolitionist mob to save some of his papers as his ofSce was being ransacked and burned.

From the 1830s through the 1850s, Whittier was a working editor and writer asso- ciated with abolitionist newspapers such as the Washington, D.C., weekly National Era, which serialized Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin from 1851 to 1852. During this time he published several additional volumes of poetry, including Lays of My Home (1843) and The Chapel of Hermits and Other Poems (1853), along with a serialized novel about New En gland’s colonial past, Leaves from Margaret Smith’s Journal (National Era, 1848– 49). Like Nathaniel Hawthorne, Whittier had a keen interest in New En gland history. His Srst book, Legends of New En gland (1831), had explored New En gland’s past in sketches and verse. In 1847 he published a sequel of sorts, the prose work The Supernaturalism of New En gland, which Hawthorne

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reviewed favorably in the New York monthly Literary World, terming it “no unworthy contribution from a poet to that species of literature which only a poet should meddle with.” The New En gland writings of Hawthorne, Whittier, Catharine Sedgwick, and Stowe would have an important in^uence on the emergence of local- color regional- ism later in the century.

Despite his wide- ranging interests in poetry, prose, and editing, Whittier well into the 1850s was generally regarded (contemptuously by some) as simply an abolitionist poet. His reputation underwent a change in the late 1850s, when abolitionism had become more accepted in the North, and when his poetry and humorous folk leg- ends began to appear in the new (and very pop u lar) Atlantic Monthly. With the out- break of the Civil War, the nonviolent Quaker Whittier, whose progressive antislavery poems had contributed to northern militancy, became increasingly troubled by the carnage on the battleSeld and sought refuge in a domestic poetry that recaptured an idealized, harmonic past. Grief- stricken at the death of his younger sister Elizabeth in 1865, he began work on Snow- Bound, which James T. Fields published as a book in 1866. In the aftermath of the Civil War, at a time of national mourning, readers responded enthusiastically to Whittier’s nostalgic evocation of a historical moment when houses were not divided and all was mostly well with the world. Suddenly the poet on the margins emerged, along with Longfellow, as one of the nation’s most beloved poets. Whittier earned over $10,000 from the sales of Snow- Bound, an enormous sum for that time, and his subsequent volume, The Tent on the Beach (1867), was even more enthusiastically received, selling out its Srst printing of twenty thousand copies within the Srst three weeks of publication. During the Snal de cades of his life, Whittier was regaled with honors, and even had a college in Iowa and a town in California named after him. On the occasion of his seventieth birthday, Stowe declared that Whittier’s “life had been a consecration, his songs an inspiration, to all that is highest and best.” In 1888 he helped edit a seven- volume edition of his collected works; his last volume, At Sundown (1890), was privately printed for friends. He died from a stroke in Hampton Falls, New Hampshire, on September 7, 1892.

The Hunters of Men1

Have ye heard of our hunting, o’er mountain and glen, Through cane- brake2 and forest— the hunting of men? The lords of our land to this hunting have gone, As the fox- hunter follows the sound of the horn: Hark?—the cheer and the hallo!— the crack of the whip, 5 And the yell of the hound as he fastens his grip! All blithe are our hunters, and noble their match— Though hundreds are caught, there are millions to catch: So speed to their hunting, o’er mountain and glen, Through cane- brake and forest— the hunting of men! 10

Gay luck to our hunters!— how nobly they ride In the glow of their zeal, and the strength of their pride!—

1. “Written on reading the report of the proceed- ings of the American Colonization Society, at its annual meeting in 1834” [Whittier’s note]. Whit- tier Srst published the poem in 1835 and revised it in 1838 (adopting the question mark at the poem’s end). The text is taken from Poems (1838). Founded in December 1816, the American Colo-

nization Society sought to transport the free blacks to Africa. The focus of the poem, however, is on the practice of returning runaway slaves to their own ers, which was mandated by the Fugi- tive Slave Act of 1793. 2. Rough or marshy land overgrown with bam- boo-like grasses, such as sugarcane.

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The Priest with his cassock ^ung back on the wind, Just screening the politic Statesman behind— The saint and the sinner, with cursing and prayer— 15 The drunk and the sober, ride merrily there. And woman— kind woman— wife, widow and maid— For the good of the hunted, is lending her aid: Her foot’s in the stirrup— her hand on the rein— How blithely she rides to the hunting of men! 20

Oh! goodly and grand is our hunting to see, In this “land of the brave and this home of the free.” Priest, warrior, and statesman, from Georgia to Maine, All mounting the saddle— all grasping the rein— Right merrily hunting the black man, whose sin 25 Is the curl of his hair and the hue of his skin! Wo, now, to the hunted who turns him at bay! Will our hunters be turn’d from their purpose and prey? Will their hearts fail within them?— their nerves tremble, when All roughly they ride to the hunting of men? 30

Ho!—alms for our hunters! all weary and faint Wax the curse of the sinner and prayer of the saint. The horn is wound faintly— the echoes are still Over cane- brake and river, and forest and hill. Haste—alms for our hunters! the hunted once more 35 Have turn’d from their ^ight with their backs to the shore: What right have they here in the home of the white, Shadow’d o’er by our banner of Freedom and Right? Ho!—alms for the hunters! or never again Will they ride in their pomp to the hunting of men! 40

Alms—alms for our hunters! why will ye delay, When their pride and their glory are melting away? The parson has turn’d; for, on charge of his own, Who goeth a warfare, or hunting, alone? The politic statesman looks back with a sigh— 45 There is doubt in his heart— there is fear in his eye. Oh! haste, lest that doubting and fear shall prevail, And the head of his steed take the place of the tail. Oh! haste, ere he leave us! for who will ride then, For plea sure or gain, to the hunting of men? 50

1835, 1838

Ichabod!1

So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore! The glory from his gray hairs gone Forevermore!

Revile him not— the Tempter hath 5 A snare for all; And pitying tears, not scorn and wrath, BeSt his fall!

Oh! dumb be passion’s stormy rage, When he who might 10 Have lighted up and led his age, Falls back in night.

Scorn! would the angels laugh, to mark A bright soul driven, Fiend- goaded, down the endless dark, 15 From hope and heaven!

Let not the land, once proud of him, Insult him now, Nor brand with deeper shame his dim, Dishonored brow. 20

But let its humbled sons, instead, From sea to lake, A long lament, as for the dead, In sadness make.

Of all we loved and honored, nought 25 Save power remains— A fallen angel’s pride of thought, Still strong in chains.

All else is gone; from those great eyes The soul has ^ed: 30 When faith is lost, when honor dies, The man is dead!

Then, pay the reverence of old days To his dead fame; Walk backward, with averted gaze, 35 And hide the shame!2

1850

1. “Ichabod!” is an attack on Daniel Webster, whose championing of the Fugitive Slave Bill (the part of the Compromise of 1850 making it a fed- eral crime to assist runaway slaves) infuriated the abolitionists. The title is from 1 Samuel 4.21: “And she named the child Ichabod, saying, The

glory is departed from Israel.” The text is that of the Srst printing in Songs of Labor, and Other Poems (1850). 2. Alluding to Genesis 9.20– 25, Whittier equates Webster’s shame with that of Noah after his sons discovered him naked and drunk in his cave.

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1. The text followed here is that of the 1st edition (1866). In a prefatory note to the 1891 edition, Whittier remarked that the “inmates of the family at the Whittier homestead who are referred to in the poem were my father, mother, my brother and two sisters, and my uncle and aunt, both unmar- ried. In addition, there was the district school- master who boarded with us. The ‘not unfeared, half- unwelcome guest’ was Harriet Livermore, daughter of Judge Livermore, of New Hampshire, a young woman of Sne natural ability, enthusi-

astic, eccentric.” Harriet Livermore (1788– 1868) became a well- known preacher, an unusual career for a woman at the time. A millenarian, she warned of a coming Apocalypse. 2. Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa (1486– 1525) was a German physician and student of occult sci- ence. In his 1891 prefatory note, Whittier said that his family owned a 1651 edition of Agrippa’s Three Books of Occult Philosophy (1532). 3. The opening of Emerson’s “The Snow- Storm” (1841).

Snow- Bound: A Winter Idyl1

To the memory of the house hold it describes, this poem is dedicated by the author.

“As the Spirits of Darkness be stronger in the dark, so Good Spir- its which be Angels of Light are augmented not only by the Divine light of the Sun, but also by our common Wood Fire: and as the celestial Fire drives away dark spirits, so also this our Fire of Wood doth the same.”

—Cor. Agrippa, Occult Philosophy, Book I. chap. v.2

“Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow; and, driving o’er the Selds, Seems nowhere to alight; the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, And veils the farm- house at the garden’s end. The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet Delayed, all friends shut out, the house mates sit Around the radiant Sreplace, enclosed In a tumultuous privacy of storm.”

—Emerson3

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray, And, darkly circled, gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.

Slow tracing down the thickening sky 5 Its mute and ominous prophecy, A portent seeming less than threat, It sank from sight before it set. A chill no coat, however stout, Of homespun stuff could quite shut out, 10 A hard, dull bitterness of cold, That checked, mid- vein, the circling race Of life- blood in the sharpened face, The coming of the snow- storm told.

The wind blew east: we heard the roar 15 Of Ocean on his wintry shore, And felt the strong pulse throbbing there Beat with low rhythm our inland air.

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4. Stanchions (here made of walnut and shaped like a bow) are adjustable braces set a few inches from stationary posts; they are pulled aside at the top to let a cow’s head pass, then Sxed against the neck so the cow cannot back out while being

milked or fed. 5. A thin crust of crystals. 6. I.e., a well sweep; a pole attached to a pivot, with a bucket at one end for raising water.

Meanwhile we did our nightly chores,— Brought in the wood from out of doors, 20 Littered the stalls, and from the mows Raked down the herd’s-grass for the cows; Heard the horse whinnying for his corn; And, sharply clashing horn on horn, Impatient down the stanchion rows 25 The cattle shake their walnut bows;4 While, peering from his early perch Upon the scaffold’s pole of birch, The cock his crested helmet bent And down his querulous challenge sent. 30

Unwarmed by any sunset light The gray day darkened into night, A night made hoary with the swarm And whirl- dance of the blinding storm, As zigzag wavering to and fro 35 Crossed and recrossed the wingéd snow: And ere the early bed- time came The white drift piled the window- frame, And through the glass the clothes- line posts Looked in like tall and sheeted ghosts. 40

So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Nature’s geometric signs, In starry ^ake, and pellicle,5 45 All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent 50 The blue walls of the Srmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow! The old familiar sights of ours Took marvellous shapes; strange domes and towers 55 Rose up where sty or corn- crib stood, Or garden wall, or belt of wood; A smooth white mound the brush- pile showed, A fenceless drift what once was road; The bridle- post an old man sat 60 With loose- ̂ ung coat and high cocked hat; The well- curb had a Chinese roof; And even the long sweep,6 high aloof,

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7. High- cut shoes, like a half boot. 8. Egyptian god with a ram’s head.

In its slant splendor, seemed to tell Of Pisa’s leaning miracle. 65

A prompt, decisive man, no breath Our father wasted: “Boys, a path!” Well pleased, (for when did farmer boy Count such a summons less than joy?) Our buskins7 on our feet we drew; 70 With mittened hands, and caps drawn low, To guard our necks and ears from snow, We cut the solid whiteness through. And, where the drift was deepest, made A tunnel walled and overlaid 75 With dazzling crystal: we had read Of rare Aladdin’s wondrous cave, And to our own his name we gave, With many a wish the luck were ours To test his lamp’s supernal powers. 80 We reached the barn with merry din, And roused the prisoned brutes within. The old horse thrust his long head out, And grave with wonder gazed about; The cock his lusty greeting said, 85 And forth his speckled harem led; The oxen lashed their tails, and hooked, And mild reproach of hunger looked; The hornéd patriarch of the sheep, Like Egypt’s Amun8 roused from sleep, 90 Shook his sage head with gesture mute, And emphasized with stamp of foot.

All day the gusty north- wind bore The loosening drift its breath before; Low circling round its southern zone, 95 The sun through dazzling snow- mist shone. No bell the hush of silence broke, No neighboring chimney’s social smoke Curled over woods of snow- hung oak. A solitude made more intense 100 By dreary voicéd elements, The shrieking of the mindless wind, The moaning tree- boughs swaying blind, And on the glass the unmeaning beat Of ghostly Snger- tips of sleet. 105 Beyond the circle of our hearth No welcome sound of toil or mirth Unbound the spell, and testiSed Of human life and thought outside. We minded that the sharpest ear 110 The buried brooklet could not hear,

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9. Pot hooks hanging from the crane, or mov- able arm.

1. A favorite ornamentation, turbanlike knots in wrought iron.

The music of whose liquid lip Had been to us companionship, And, in our lonely life, had grown To have an almost human tone. 115

As night drew on, and, from the crest Of wooded knolls that ridged the west, The sun, a snow- blown traveller, sank From sight beneath the smothering bank, We piled, with care, our nightly stack 120 Of wood against the chimney- back,— The oaken log, green, huge, and thick, And on its top the stout back- stick; The knotty forestick laid apart, And Slled between with curious art 125 The ragged brush; then, hovering near, We watched the Srst red blaze appear, Heard the sharp crackle, caught the gleam On whitewashed wall and sagging beam, Until the old, rude- furnished room 130 Burst, ^ower- like, into rosy bloom; While radiant with a mimic ^ame Outside the sparkling drift became, And through the bare- boughed lilac- tree Our own warm hearth seemed blazing free. 135 The crane and pendent trammels9 showed, The Turks’ heads1 on the andirons glowed; While childish fancy, prompt to tell The meaning of the miracle, Whispered the old rhyme: “Under the tree, 140 When "re outdoors burns merrily, There the witches are making tea.” The moon above the eastern wood Shone at its full; the hill- range stood TransSgured in the silver ^ood, 145 Its blown snows ^ashing cold and keen, Dead white, save where some sharp ravine Took shadow, or the sombre green Of hemlocks turned to pitchy black Against the whiteness at their back. 150 For such a world and such a night Most Stting that unwarming light, Which only seemed where’er it fell To make the coldness visible.

Shut in from all the world without, 155 We sat the clean- winged hearth about. Content to let the north- wind roar In baf^ed rage at pane and door,

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2. Lying on stomach with head raised. 3. I.e., the gravestones.

While the red logs before us beat The frost- line back with tropic heat; 160 And ever, when a louder blast Shook beam and rafter as it passed, The merrier up its roaring draught The great throat of the chimney laughed. The house- dog on his paws outspread 165 Laid to the Sre his drowsy head, The cat’s dark silhouette on the wall A couchant2 tiger’s seemed to fall; And, for the winter Sreside meet, Between the andirons’ straddling feet, 170 The mug of cider simmered slow, The apples sputtered in a row, And, close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October’s wood.

What matter how the night behaved? 175 What matter how the north- wind raved? Blow high, blow low, not all its snow Could quench our hearth- Sre’s ruddy glow. O Time and Change!— with hair as gray As was my sire’s that winter day, 180 How strange it seems, with so much gone Of life and love, to still live on! Ah, brother! only I and thou Are left of all that circle now,— The dear home faces whereupon 185 That Stful Srelight paled and shone. Henceforward, listen as we will, The voices of that hearth are still; Look where we may, the wide earth o’er, Those lighted faces smile no more. 190 We tread the paths their feet have worn, We sit beneath their orchard- trees, We hear, like them, the hum of bees And rustle of the bladed corn; We turn the pages that they read, 195 Their written words we linger o’er, But in the sun they cast no shade, No voice is heard, no sign is made, No step is on the conscious ^oor! Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust, 200 (Since He who knows our need is just,) That somehow, somewhere, meet we must. Alas for him who never sees The stars shine through his cypress- trees! Who, hopeless, lays his dead away, 205 Nor looks to see the breaking day Across the mournful marbles3 play!

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4. From “The African Chief,” a widely reprinted antislavery poem by the Bostonian Sarah Went- worth Morton (1759– 1846). In lines 220– 23 Whittier quotes the poem but misidentiSes the author as the Massachusetts historian Mercy Otis Warren (1728– 1814). 5. A lake between Vermont and Quebec.

6. Cornmeal mush. 7. Village north of Lake Memphremagog. 8. Whittier’s father is recalling the traditional clothes of women in French- Canadian settle- ments. (A “zone” is a belt or bodice.) 9. Nearby town in northeastern Massachusetts. 1. Off the New Hampshire coast.

Who hath not learned, in hours of faith, The truth to ^esh and sense unknown, That Life is ever lord of Death, 210 And Love can never lose its own!

We sped the time with stories old, Wrought puzzles out, and riddles told, Or stammered from our school- book lore “The Chief of Gambia’s golden shore.”4 215 How often since, when all the land Was clay in Slavery’s shaping hand, As if a trumpet called, I’ve heard Dame Mercy Warren’s rousing word: “Does not the voice of reason cry, 220 Claim the "rst right which Nature gave, From the red scourge of bondage #y, Nor deign to live a burdened slave!” Our father rode again his ride On Memphremagog’s5 wooded side; 225 Sat down again to moose and samp6 In trapper’s hut and Indian camp; Lived o’er the old idyllic ease Beneath St. François’7 hemlock- trees; Again for him the moonlight shone 230 On Norman cap and bodiced zone;8 Again he heard the violin play Which led the village dance away, And mingled in its merry whirl The grandam and the laughing girl. 235 Or, nearer home, our steps he led Where Salisbury’s9 level marshes spread Mile- wide as ^ies the laden bee; Where merry mowers, hale and strong, Swept, scythe on scythe, their swaths along 240 The low green prairies of the sea. We shared the Sshing off Boar’s Head, And round the rocky Isles of Shoals1 The hake- broil on the drift- wood coals; The chowder on the sand- beach made, 245 Dipped by the hungry, steaming hot, With spoons of clam- shell from the pot. We heard the tales of witchcraft old, And dream and sign and marvel told To sleepy listeners as they lay 250 Stretched idly on the salted hay,

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2. Flat- bottomed boat. 3. Settlement near Dover, New Hampshire, on the Cochecho River. 4. I.e., foghorn on the Piscataqua River. 5. William Sewell or Sewel (1650– 1725), author of a history of the Quakers. The history made

painful reading because of the persecution and martyrdom many Quakers had suffered. 6. The Journal of the Quaker sea captain and preacher Thomas Chalkley (1675– 1741) was pub- lished in 1747.

Adrift along the winding shores, When favoring breezes deigned to blow The square sail of the gundalow2 And idle lay the useless oars. 255

Our mother, while she turned her wheel Or run the new- knit stocking- heel, Told how the Indian hordes came down At midnight on Cochecho3 town, And how her own great- uncle bore 260 His cruel scalp- mark to fourscore. Recalling, in her Stting phrase, So rich and picturesque and free, (The common unrhymed poetry Of simple life and country ways,) 265 The story of her early days,— She made for us the sunset shine Aslant the tall columnar pine; The river at her father’s door Its rippled moanings whispered o’er; 270 We heard the hawks at twilight play, The boat- horn on Piscataqua,4 The loon’s weird laughter far away. So well she gleaned from earth and sky That harvest of the ear and eye, 275 We almost felt the gusty air That swept her native wood- paths bare, Heard the far thresher’s rhythmic ^ail, The ^apping of the Ssher’s sail, Or saw, in sheltered cove and bay, 280 The ducks’ black squadron anchored lay, Or heard the wild geese calling loud Beneath the gray November cloud.

Then, haply, with a look more grave, And soberer tone, some tale she gave 285 From painful Sewell’s5 ancient tome, Beloved in every Quaker home, Of faith Sre- winged by martyrdom, Or Chalkley’s Journal,6 old and quaint,— Gentlest of skippers, rare sea- saint!— 290 Who, when the dreary calms prevailed, And water- butt and bread- cask failed, And cruel, hungry eyes pursued His portly presence mad for food, With dark hints muttered under breath 295

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7. Matthew 26.26: “Take, eat: this is my body” (Jesus’s words at Passover). 8. See Genesis 22.13. 9. Lecture hall. 1. Carefully guarded. 2. Hermes Trismegistus (3rd century c.e.), leg- endary author of Egyptian books of magic. Apol-

lonius (1st century c.e.), Greek mystic. 3. Nile River. 4. Gilbert White (1720– 1793), En glish naturalist who lived in the county of Surrey, in southern En gland, and wrote The Natural History and Antiquities of Selborne (1789).

Of casting lots for life or death, Offered, if Heaven withheld supplies, To be himself the sacriSce. Then, suddenly, as if to save The good man from his living grave, 300 A ripple on the water grew, A school of porpoise ^ashed in view. “Take, eat,” he said, “and be content;7 These Sshes in my stead are sent By Him who gave the tangled ram 305 To spare the child of Abraham.”8 Our uncle, innocent of books, But rich in lore of Selds and brooks, The ancient teachers never dumb Of Nature’s unhoused lyceum,9 310 In moons and tides and weather wise, He read the clouds as prophecies, And foul or fair could well divine, By many an occult hint and sign, Holding the cunning- warded1 keys 315 To all the woodcraft mysteries; Himself to Nature’s heart so near That all her voices in his ear Of beast or bird had meanings clear, Like Apollonius of old, 320 Who knew the tales the sparrows told, Or Hermes,2 who interpreted What the sage cranes of Nilus3 said; A simple, guileless, childlike man, Content to live where life began; 325 Strong only on his native grounds, The little world of sights and sounds Whose girdle was the parish bounds, Whereof his fondly partial pride The common features magniSed, 330 As Surrey hills to mountains grew In White of Selborne’s4 loving view,— He told how teal and loon he shot, And how the ea gle’s eggs he got, The feats on pond and river done, 335 The prodigies of rod and gun; Till, warming with the tales he told, Forgotten was the outside cold, The bitter wind unheeded blew, From ripening corn the pigeons ^ew, 340

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The partridge drummed i’ the wood, the mink Went Sshing down the river- brink. In Selds with bean or clover gay, The woodchuck, like a hermit gray, Peered from the doorway of his cell; 345 The muskrat plied the mason’s trade, And tier by tier his mud- walls laid; And from the shagbark overhead The grizzled squirrel dropped his shell.

Next, the dear aunt, whose smile of cheer 350 And voice in dreams I see and hear,— The sweetest woman ever Fate Perverse denied a house hold mate, Who, lonely, homeless, not the less Found peace in love’s unselSshness, 355 And welcome wheresoe’er she went, A calm and gracious element, Whose presence seemed the sweet income And womanly atmosphere of home,— Called up her girlhood memories, 360 The huskings and the apple- bees, The sleigh- rides and the summer sails, Weaving through all the poor details And homespun warp of circumstance A golden woof- thread of romance. 365 For well she kept her genial mood And simple faith of maidenhood; Before her still a cloud- land lay, The mirage loomed across her way; The morning dew, that dries so soon 370 With others, glistened at her noon; Through years of toil and soil and care From glossy tress to thin gray hair, All unprofaned she held apart The virgin fancies of the heart. 375 Be shame to him of woman born Who hath for such but thought of scorn. There, too, our elder sister plied Her eve ning task the stand beside; A full, rich nature, free to trust, 380 Truthful and almost sternly just, Impulsive, earnest, prompt to act, And make her generous thought a fact, Keeping with many a light disguise The secret of self- sacriSce. 385 O heart sore- tried! thou hast the best That Heaven itself could give thee,— rest, Rest from all bitter thoughts and things! How many a poor one’s blessing went With thee beneath the low green tent 390 Whose curtain never outward swings!

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As one who held herself a part Of all she saw, and let her heart Against the house hold bosom lean, Upon the motley- braided mat 395 Our youn gest and our dearest sat, Lifting her large, sweet, asking eyes, Now bathed within the fadeless green And holy peace of Paradise. O, looking from some heavenly hill, 400 Or from the shade of saintly palms, Or silver reach of river calms, Do those large eyes behold me still? With me one little year ago:— The chill weight of the winter snow 405 For months upon her grave has lain; And now, when summer south- winds blow And brier and harebell bloom again, I tread the pleasant paths we trod, I see the violet- sprinkled sod 410 Whereon she leaned, too frail and weak The hillside ^owers she loved to seek, Yet following me where’er I went With dark eyes full of love’s content. The birds are glad; the brier- rose Slls 415 The air with sweetness; all the hills Stretch green to June’s unclouded sky; But still I wait with ear and eye For something gone which should be nigh, A loss in all familiar things, 420 In ^ower that blooms, and bird that sings. And yet, dear heart! remembering thee, Am I not richer than of old? Safe in thy immortality, What change can reach the wealth I hold? 425 What chance can mar the pearl and gold Thy love hath left in trust with me? And while in life’s late afternoon, Where cool and long the shadows grow, I walk to meet the night that soon 430 Shall shape and shadow over^ow, I cannot feel that thou art far, Since near at need the angels are; And when the sunset gates unbar, Shall I not see thee waiting stand, 435 And, white against the eve ning star, The welcome of thy beckoning hand?

Brisk wielder of the birch and rule, The master of the district school Held at the Sre his favored place, 440 Its warm glow lit a laughing face Fresh- hued and fair, where scarce appeared

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5. Children’s game of keeping a plate spinning on edge for as long as possible. “Blind- man’s-buff”: variant name for blind man’s bluff, another chil- dren’s game.

6. A Greek river, “born” in the Pindus Moun- tains. 7. Mountain that was the home of the gods in Greek mythology.

The uncertain prophecy of beard. He played the old and simple games Our modern boyhood scarcely names, 445 Sang songs, and told us what befalls In classic Dartmouth’s college halls. Born the wild Northern hills among, From whence his yeoman father wrung By patient toil subsistence scant, 450 Not competence and yet not want, He early gained the power to pay His cheerful, self- reliant way; Could doff at ease his scholar’s gown To peddle wares from town to town; 455 Or through the long vacation’s reach In lonely lowland districts teach, Where all the droll experience found At stranger hearths in boarding round, The moonlit skater’s keen delight, 460 The sleigh- drive through the frosty night, The rustic party, with its rough Accompaniment of blind- man’s-buff, And whirling plate,5 and forfeits paid, His winter task a pastime made. 465 Happy the snow- locked homes wherein He tuned his merry violin, Or played the athlete in the barn, Or held the good dame’s winding yarn, Or mirth- provoking versions told 470 Of classic legends rare and old, Wherein the scenes of Greece and Rome Had all the commonplace of home, And little seemed at best the odds ’Twixt Yankee pedlers and old gods; 475 Where Pindus- born Araxes6 took The guise of any grist- mill brook, And dread Olympus7 at his will Became a huckleberry hill.

A careless boy that night he seemed; 480 But at his desk he had the look And air of one who wisely schemed, And hostage from the future took In trainéd thought and lore of book. Large- brained, clear- eyed,—of such as he 485 Shall Freedom’s young apostles be, Who, following in War’s bloody trail, Shall every lingering wrong assail; All chains from limb and spirit strike,

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8. Information, communication (the imagery is from the telegraph, then still a recent develop- ment). 9. The boarder Harriet Livermore.

1. Leopardlike. 2. The heroine of Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew.

Uplift the black and white alike; 490 Scatter before their swift advance The darkness and the ignorance, The pride, the lust, the squalid sloth, Which nurtured Treason’s monstrous growth, Made murder pastime, and the hell 495 Of prison- torture possible; The cruel lie of caste refute, Old forms recast, and substitute For Slavery’s lash the freeman’s will, For blind routine, wise- handed skill; 500 A school- house plant on every hill, Stretching in radiate nerve- lines thence The quick wires of intelligence;8 Till North and South together brought Shall own the same electric thought, 505 In peace a common ^ag salute, And, side by side in labor’s free And unresentful rivalry, Harvest the Selds wherein they fought.

Another guest9 that winter night 510 Flashed back from lustrous eyes the light. Unmarked by time, and yet not young, The honeyed music of her tongue And words of meekness scarcely told A nature passionate and bold, 515 Strong, self- concentred, spurning guide, Its milder features dwarfed beside Her unbent will’s majestic pride. She sat among us, at the best, A not unfeared, half- welcome guest, 520 Rebuking with her cultured phrase Our homeliness of words and ways. A certain pard- like,1 treacherous grace Swayed the lithe limbs and drooped the lash, Lent the white teeth their dazzling ^ash; 525 And under low brows, black with night, Rayed out at times a dangerous light; The sharp heat- lightnings of her face Presaging ill to him whom Fate Condemned to share her love or hate. 530 A woman tropical, intense In thought and act, in soul and sense, She blended in a like degree The vixen and the devotee, Revealing with each freak or feint 535 The temper of Petruchio’s Kate,2

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3. St. Catharine (1347– 1380) of Siena, in Tus- cany, Italy. 4. Now Izmir in Turkey. 5. Lady Hester Stanhope (1776– 1839), an En glishwoman who in 1810 settled in Lebanon, where she attempted to rule like a dictator over a

small area. Whittier remarked in his 1891 preface to “Snow- Bound” that Harriet Livermore lived with Stanhope for a while before they quarreled over interpretations of Christ’s Second Coming. 6. In Greek mythology the goddesses of destiny, the Fates.

The raptures of Siena’s saint.3 Her tapering hand and rounded wrist Had facile power to form a Sst; The warm, dark languish of her eyes 540 Was never safe from wrath’s surprise. Brows saintly calm and lips devout Knew every change of scowl and pout; And the sweet voice had notes more high And shrill for social battle- cry. 545

Since then what old cathedral town Has missed her pilgrim staff and gown, What convent- gate has held its lock Against the challenge of her knock! Through Smyrna’s4 plague- husked thoroughfares, 550 Up sea- set Malta’s rocky stairs, Gray olive slopes of hills that hem Thy tombs and shrines, Jerusalem, Or startling on her desert throne The crazy Queen of Lebanon5 555 With claims fantastic as her own, Her tireless feet have held their way; And still, unrestful, bowed, and gray, She watches under Eastern skies, With hope each day renewed and fresh, 560 The Lord’s quick coming in the ^esh, Whereof she dreams and prophesies!

Where’er her troubled path may be, The Lord’s sweet pity with her go! The outward wayward life we see, 565 The hidden springs we may not know. Nor is it given us to discern What threads the fatal sisters6 spun, Through what ancestral years has run The sorrow with the woman born, 570 What forged her cruel chain of moods, What set her feet in solitudes, And held the love within her mute, What mingled madness in the blood, A life- long discord and annoy, 575 Water of tears with oil of joy, And hid within the folded bud Perversities of ^ower and fruit. It is not ours to separate The tangled skein of will and fate, 580

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To show what metes and bounds should stand Upon the soul’s debatable land, And between choice and Providence Divide the circle of events; But He who knows our frame is just,7 585 Merciful, and compassionate, And full of sweet assurances And hope for all the language is, That He remembereth we are dust!

At last the great logs, crumbling low, 590 Sent out a dull and duller glow, The bull’s-eye watch8 that hung in view, Ticking its weary circuit through, Pointed with mutely- warning sign Its black hand to the hour of nine. 595 That sign the pleasant circle broke: My uncle ceased his pipe to smoke, Knocked from its bowl the refuse gray And laid it tenderly away, Then roused himself to safely cover 600 The dull red brands with ashes over. And while, with care, our mother laid The work aside, her steps she stayed One moment, seeking to express Her grateful sense of happiness 605 For food and shelter, warmth and health, And love’s contentment more than wealth, With simple wishes (not the weak, Vain prayers which no fulSlment seek, But such as warm the generous heart, 610 O’er- prompt to do with Heaven its part) That none might lack, that bitter night, For bread and clothing, warmth and light.

Within our beds awhile we heard The wind that round the gables roared, 615 With now and then a ruder shock, Which made our very bedsteads rock. We heard the loosened clapboards tost, The board- nails snapping in the frost; And on us, through the unplastered wall, 620 Felt the light sifted snow- ̂ akes fall. But sleep stole on, as sleep will do When hearts are light and life is new; Faint and more faint the murmurs grew, Till in the summer- land of dreams 625 They softened to the sound of streams,

7. Psalm 103.14: “For he knoweth our frame; he remembereth that we are dust.”

8. Watch with a thick glass face.

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9. Those driving teams of oxen to plow snow. 1. Armor, with the suggestion that the French Protestant reformer John Calvin’s (1509– 1564) doctrines of predestination and Original Sin are

less humane than the “whole armor of God” that Paul enjoins Christians to put on in Ephesians 6.11– 17.

Low stir of leaves, and dip of oars, And lapsing waves on quiet shores.

Next morn we wakened with the shout Of merry voices high and clear; 630 And saw the teamsters9 drawing near To break the drifted highways out. Down the long hillside treading slow We saw the half- buried oxen go, Shaking the snow from heads uptost, 635 Their straining nostrils white with frost. Before our door the straggling train Drew up, an added team to gain. The elders threshed their hands a-cold, Passed, with the cider- mug, their jokes 640 From lip to lip; the younger folks Down the loose snow- banks, wrestling, rolled, Then toiled again the cavalcade O’er windy hill, through clogged ravine, And woodland paths that wound between 645 Low drooping pine- boughs winter- weighed. From every barn a team afoot, At every house a new recruit, Where, drawn by Nature’s subtlest law, Haply the watchful young men saw 650 Sweet doorway pictures of the curls And curious eyes of merry girls, Lifting their hands in mock defence Against the snow- ball’s compliments, And reading in each missive tost 655 The charm with Eden never lost. We heard once more the sleigh- bells’ sound; And, following where the teamsters led, The wise old Doctor went his round, Just pausing at our door to say, 660 In the brief autocratic way Of one who, prompt at Duty’s call, Was free to urge her claim on all, That some poor neighbor sick abed At night our mother’s aid would need. 665 For, one in generous thought and deed, What mattered in the sufferer’s sight The Quaker matron’s inward light, The Doctor’s mail1 of Calvin’s creed? All hearts confess the saints elect 670 Who, twain in faith, in love agree, And melt not in an acid sect The Christian pearl of charity!

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2. Thomas Ellwood (1639– 1714), En glish Quaker, wrote the Davideis (1712). Whittier has an essay on him in Old Portraits and Modern Sketches (1850). Here, Ellwood’s source of inspi- ration wears “drab” Quaker clothes made of brownish yellow homespun, and knows nothing of the nine Greek goddesses who traditionally inspire artists and scientists. 3. Tribe of American Indians from Alabama who were subdued by Andrew Jackson in the Creek War (1813– 14) and forced to resettle in present- day Oklahoma.

4. The Scottish adventurer Gregor McGregor (1786– 1845) fought alongside Simón Bolívar (1783– 1830) for the liberation of Venezuela from Spain, then in 1817 took possession of the Spanish- owned Amelia Island, off the Florida coast. 5. The Greek Revolutionary patriot Alexander Ypsilanti (1792– 1828) defeated the Turks at Mount Taygetos in 1820; his saddle ornaments are heads of Turkish soldiers. 6. Auction.

So days went on: a week had passed Since the great world was heard from last. 675 The Almanac we studied o’er, Read and reread our little store, Of books and pamphlets, scarce a score; One harmless novel, mostly hid From younger eyes, a book forbid, 680 And poetry, (or good or bad, A single book was all we had,) Where Ellwood’s meek, drab- skirted Muse, A stranger to the heathen Nine,2 Sang, with a somewhat nasal whine, 685 The wars of David and the Jews. At last the ^oundering carrier bore The village paper to our door. Lo! broadening outward as we read, To warmer zones the horizon spread; 690 In panoramic length unrolled We saw the marvels that it told. Before us passed the painted Creeks,3 And daft McGregor on his raids In dim Floridian everglades.4 695 And up Taygetos winding slow Rode Ypsilanti’s Mainote Greeks, A Turk’s head at each saddle- bow!5 Welcome to us its week- old news, Its corner for the rustic Muse, 700 Its monthly gauge of snow and rain, Its record, mingling in a breath The wedding knell and dirge of death; Jest, anecdote, and love- lorn tale, The latest culprit sent to jail; 705 Its hue and cry of stolen and lost, Its vendue6 sales and goods at cost, And trafSc calling loud for gain. We felt the stir of hall and street, The pulse of life that round us beat; 710 The chill embargo of the snow Was melted in the genial glow; Wide swung again our ice- locked door, And all the world was ours once more!

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7. Parchment with earlier writing still visible beneath later writing. 8. Flowers associated with immortality. 9. The century plant, fabled to bloom only once

every hundred years. 1. Dutch (Flemish) paint ers from the 17th cen- tury were known for their realistic domestic scenes.

Clasp, Angel of the backward look 715 And folded wings of ashen gray And voice of echoes far away, The brazen covers of thy book; The weird palimpsest7 old and vast, Wherein thou hid’st the spectral past; 720 Where, closely mingling, pale and glow The characters of joy and woe; The monographs of outlived years, Or smile- illumed or dim with tears, Green hills of life that slope to death, 725 And haunts of home, whose vistaed trees Shade off to mournful cypresses With the white amaranths8 underneath. Even while I look, I can but heed The restless sands’ incessant fall, 730 Importunate hours that hours succeed, Each clamorous with its own sharp need, And duty keeping pace with all. Shut down and clasp the heavy lids; I hear again the voice that bids 735 The dreamer leave his dream midway For larger hopes and graver fears: Life greatens in these later years, The century’s aloe9 ^owers to- day!

Yet, haply, in some lull of life, 740 Some Truce of God which breaks its strife, The worldling’s eyes shall gather dew, Dreaming in throngful city ways Of winter joys his boyhood knew; And dear and early friends— the few 745 Who yet remain— shall pause to view These Flemish pictures1 of old days; Sit with me by the homestead hearth, And stretch the hands of memory forth To warm them at the wood- Sre’s blaze! 750 And thanks untraced to lips unknown Shall greet me like the odors blown From unseen meadows newly mown, Or lilies ^oating in some pond, Wood- fringed, the wayside gaze beyond; 755 The traveller owns the grateful sense Of sweetness near, he knows not whence, And, pausing, takes with forehead bare The benediction of the air.

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EDGAR ALLAN POE 1809–1849

T he facts of Poe’s life, the most melodramatic of any of the major American writ-ers of his generation, have been hard to determine; lurid legends about him circulated even before he died, some spread by Poe himself. Two days after Poe’s death his supposed friend Rufus Griswold, a prominent anthologizer of American literature to whom Poe had entrusted his literary papers, began a campaign of character assassination, writing a vicious obituary and rewriting Poe’s correspon- dence so as to alienate the public as well as his friends. Griswold’s false claims and forgeries, unexposed for many years, signiScantly shaped Poe’s reputation for de cades.

Yet biographers now possess much reliable information about Poe’s life. His mother, Elizabeth Arnold, was a prominent actress, touring the Eastern Seaboard in a profes- sion that was then considered disreputable. In 1806, as a teenage widow, she married David Poe Jr., another actor. Edgar, the couple’s second of three children, was born in Boston on January 19, 1809; a year later, David Poe deserted the family. In Decem- ber 1811, Elizabeth Poe died at twenty- four while performing in Richmond, Virginia; the evidence suggests that her husband died soon afterward at the age of twenty- seven.

The disruptions of Poe’s Srst two years were followed by years of security after John Allan, a young Richmond tobacco merchant, and his wife, Frances, took him in; his siblings (William Henry, born 1807, and Rosalie, born 1810) were sent to dif- ferent foster parents. The Allans, who were childless, renamed the boy Edgar Allan and raised him as their son, but they never adopted him legally. Poe accompanied the family to En gland in 1815, where he attended good schools until the collapse of the London tobacco market forced the Allans back to Richmond in 1820. In 1824 Allan’s Srm failed and hostilities developed between Poe and his foster father. Allan lost interest in supporting Poe Snancially; even after inheriting all the property of a wealthy bachelor uncle, including several slave plantations, he provided only mini- mal funds to Poe for studying at the University of Virginia in 1826. Poe was a good student and wrote poetry on the side, but he ran into debt and began to drink. He gambled to pay his debts, instead losing as much as $2,000 (around $30,000 in cur- rent value). Allan refused to honor the debt, and Poe had to leave the university before his Srst year was completed. In March 1827, after another quarrel between the two, Allan ordered Poe out of the house.

The eighteen- year- old outcast Poe went Srst to Baltimore, and then moved north to his birthplace, where he paid for the printing of Tamerlane and Other Poems, “By a Bostonian,” in 1827. Even before its publication, “Edgar A. Perry” (he had changed his name to avoid creditors) had joined the army. Released from the army with the rank of sergeant major, Poe now sought Allan’s in^uence to help him get into the military academy at West Point. While waiting for the appointment, Poe condensed Tamerlane, revised other poems, and added new ones to make up a second volume, Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane, and Minor Poems, published in Baltimore in December 1829. In a short but favorable review, the in^uential New En gland critic John Neal declared that Poe could become “ foremost in the rank of real poets.”

Admitted to West Point in June 1830, Poe quickly became known for his convivial- ity and skills in mathematics and French. Despite renewed con^ict with Allan, he believed himself the heir to Allan’s great fortune. But his expectations were dashed when Allan, less than two years after the death of Frances Allan, married the thirty-

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Edgar Allan Poe. Daguerreotype, 1848.

year- old Louisa Patterson in October 1830 and had a son in 1831 (in fact when Allan died in 1834, Poe was not mentioned in the will). The dis- illusioned Poe began to miss classes and roll calls and, as he anticipated, was expelled from school. Support- ive friends among the cadets col- lected funds to publish his Poems, which appeared in May 1831. In this third book of his poetry Poe revised some earlier poems and for the Srst time included versions of both “To Helen” and “Israfel.”

Poe’s mature career— from his twenty- Srst year to his death in his fortieth year— was spent in four lit- erary centers: Baltimore, Richmond, Philadelphia, and New York. The Baltimore years—mid- 1831 to late 1835— were marked by hard work and comparative sobriety. Poe lived in poverty among his once- prosperous relatives, including his aunt Maria Poe Clemm and her daughter, Virginia. Poe’s Srst story, “Metzengerstein,” was published anonymously in the Philadelphia Saturday Courier, in January 1832; other stories appeared in the same paper through- out the year. Over the next two years, Poe placed stories and poems in the Baltimore Saturday Visiter. In January 1834 he made a signiScant breakthrough, publishing his tale “The Visionary” in Godey’s Lady’s Book, a pop u lar Philadelphia monthly edited by Sarah J. Hale, for many years the nation’s most prominent woman of letters. The writer and editor John P. Kennedy, who had read Poe’s submissions to the Saturday Visiter, introduced the increasingly well- known Poe to Thomas W. White, publisher of the new Richmond- based Southern Literary Messenger. In August 1835, Poe became White’s editorial assistant, moving back to Richmond where, for the next seventeen months, he played a signiScant role in the operations of the journal. Not only his stories and poems but also his often slashing reviews appeared in the Messenger, gaining him a reputation as the “Tomahawk Man,” as White called him. Relations between Poe and White deteriorated when Poe resumed drinking. Returning to Baltimore brie^y, Poe secretly married Virginia Clemm, and later publicly wed the thirteen- year- old Virginia in a May 1836 ceremony in Richmond.

Hoping to make the Southern Literary Messenger a nationally esteemed publica- tion, Poe had to negotiate between the proslavery views of white Virginians and the growing opposition to such views in the North. As a result, though the journal did occasionally print proslavery pieces (including an anonymous defense of slavery in a review of April 1836 that was long attributed to Poe but was almost certainly not written by him), it usually adopted a middle- of- the- road position linking slavery to states’ rights rather than God’s will. In Poe’s writings overall, slavery and race remain highly problematical. Like many white writers of the time, Poe sometimes resorted to racial ste reo types, and he sometimes conveyed his fears of the possibili- ties of black violence. For the most part, however, the perverse killers of his tales are white men. Critics continue to debate Poe’s views on slavery and race. Although he spent years in the South and even held hopes for inheriting the property of a

slaveholder, the fact is that his relative silence on the po liti cal debate on slavery makes him notably different from most southern intellectuals of the time— William Gilmore Simms, Nathaniel Beverly Tucker, and many others— who went on record with their proslavery views.

White Sred Poe early in 1837, citing Poe’s drinking, his demands for a higher sal- ary, and his regular clashes with White about the day- to- day operations of the jour- nal. Poe then moved, with his aunt (now his mother- in- law as well) and his wife, to New York City, where Mrs. Clemm ran a boarding house to support them all. In Richmond he had written a short novel, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, of which White had run two installments in the Messenger early in 1837. Harper’s pub- lished it in July 1838, but it earned him little money. (It is now regarded as one of Poe’s major works.) In 1838 Poe moved to Philadelphia, where, despite extreme pov- erty, he continued writing. In May 1839 he got his Srst steady job in more than two years, as co- editor of Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine. There, in a job that paid him a small salary, he published book reviews and stories, including “The Fall of the House of Usher” and “William Wilson.” Late in 1839, the Philadelphia Srm of Lea and Blanchard published Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, a collection of the twenty- Sve stories Poe had written to that date. The mostly good reviews did not lead to good sales; the country was in the midst of an economic depression.

By the late 1830s, Poe was at the height of his powers as a writer of tales, though his personal and professional life continued to be unstable. William Burton Sred him for drinking in May 1840 but recommended him to George Graham, who had bought out Burton’s and created a new magazine called Graham’s. Throughout 1841, Poe was with Graham’s as a co- editor, courting subscribers by writing articles on cryptography— the art and science of code breaking. He also published “The Mur- ders in the Rue Morgue,” the Srst of what he termed his “tales of ratiocination” fea- turing detective August Dupin, a tale that many critics regard as the earliest example of detective Sction. In January 1842, Virginia Poe, not yet twenty, began hemorrhag- ing from her lungs while singing; she lived as a tubercular invalid only Sve more years. Poe continued reviewing for Graham’s, but he resigned from the magazine in May 1842 after a dispute with Graham. His hope of his own journal— to be called the Stylus— was never realized.

In April 1844, Poe again moved his family to New York City, working as an editor on the New York Eve ning Mirror. Poe’s most successful year was 1845. The February issue of Graham’s contained an essay by James Russell Lowell declaring Poe a man of “genius”; and Poe’s most pop u lar work, “The Raven,” appeared in the February Amer- ican Review after advance publication in the New York Eve ning Mirror. One new liter- ary acquaintance, the in^uential editor Evert A. Duyckinck, selected a dozen of Poe’s stories for a collection brought out by Wiley & Putnam in June and arranged for the same Srm to publish The Raven and Other Poems in November. Poe lectured on the poets of America and became a principal reviewer for a new weekly, the Broadway Journal, which also reprinted most of Poe’s stories and poems. Still hoping to have his own magazine, in which he could be free of editorial interference, he purchased the Broadway Journal only to see it fail in January 1846.

While the tempo of Poe’s life speeded up, with ever more literary feuds and drink- ing bouts, he maintained an undiminished commitment to his writing. During 1847, the year that Virginia died from tuberculosis, Poe was seriously ill himself. In 1848 he published Eureka, a philosophical prose work that presented God as the force behind all matter, and all matter as seeking a return to oneness. (See the excerpt in the section on “Science and Technology in the Pre–Civil War Nation.”) He also published “Ulalume,” a poem inspired by his grief at the loss of Virginia. In 1848 he fell in love with the poet Sarah Helen Whitman, who refused his initial pro- posal, then agreed to a December 1848 marriage, and Snally broke off the relation- ship. In his Snal year, during a two- month stay in Richmond, Poe joined a temperance

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society and got engaged to Elmira Royster Shelton, a widow whom he had known in his childhood. On a subsequent trip to Baltimore, Poe was found senseless near a polling place on Election Day (October 3). Taken to a hospital, he died on October 7, 1849, “of congestion of the brain.” His poem “Annabel Lee” was published posthu- mously later that year.

Much of Poe’s collected writings consists of his criticism, representing his abid- ing ambition to become a powerful critic and in^uence the course of American lit- erary history. Just as he had modeled his poems and Srst tales on British examples (or British imitations of the German), he took his critical concepts from treatises on aesthetics by late- eighteenth- century Scottish Common Sense phi los o phers, who emphasized the aesthetic importance of moral sympathy. Later, he modiSed his approach with borrowings from A. W. Schlegel, Coleridge, and other Romantics, who emphasized the importance of intuitively conceived notions of the beautiful. But despite modulations in his theories, Poe’s critical principles were consistent: he thought poetry should appeal only to the sense of beauty; informational poetry, poetry of ideas, or any sort of didactic poetry was, in his view, illegitimate. Holding that true poetic emotion was a vague sensory state inspired by the work of art itself, he set himself against realistic details in poetry, although the prose tale, with truth as one object, could proSt from the discreet use of speciScs. He believed that poems and tales should be short enough to be read in one sitting; otherwise the unity of effect would be dissipated. In his most famous artistic treatise, “The Philosophy of Composition,” Poe makes clear that, unlike Emerson, he remains skeptical of the possibilities of transcendental vision untethered by the material realities of body and aesthetic form. In crucial ways, then, Poe split with Emerson and other Transcenden- talists in arguing that the vision that comes to the artist and reader is inextricably linked to the formal qualities of the work of art itself.

Poe’s reputation today rests not on his criticism, however, but on his poetry and tales. He has had im mense in^uence on poets and prose writers both in the United States and abroad; among those who have followed his lead are such modernists as T. S. Eliot and William Faulkner. The tales have proven hard to classify— are they burlesque exaggerations of pop u lar forms of Sction, or serious attempts to contribute to or alter those forms, or both of these at the same time? Poe’s own comments delib- erately obscured his intentions. Responding to a query from his literary admirer John P. Kennedy in 1836, who labeled his work “seriotragicomic,” he said that most of his tales “were intended for half banter, half satire— although I might not have fully acknowledged this to be their aim even to myself.” At the core of this and others of Poe’s comments on his Sction is the pragmatism of a professional writer who recog- nized the advent of a mass market and wanted to succeed in it. He worked hard at structuring his tales of aristocratic madmen, self- tormented murderers, neurasthenic necrophiliacs, and other deviant types so as to produce, as he wrote in “The Philoso- phy of Composition,” the greatest possible effect on his readers. Poe, more than most, understood his audience— its distractedness, its fascination with the new and short- lived, its anomie and confusion— and sought ways to gain its attention for stories that, aside from their shock value, regularly addressed compelling philosophi- cal, cultural, psychological, and scientiSc issues: the place of irrationality, violence, and repression in human consciousness and social institutions; the alienation and dislocations attending demo cratic mass culture and the modernizing forces of the time; the tug and pull of the material and corporeal; the absolutely terrifying dimen- sions of one’s own mind; and new ideas about technology and the physical universe. Seriously as he took the writing of his tales, Poe always put his highest stock in poetry, which he called a “passion” and not merely a “purpose.” As he remarked in “The Philosophy of Composition,” poetry, even more than Sction, provides the possi- bility of taking the reader out of body, in effect out of time, through “that intense and pure elevation of soul” which can come with “the contemplation of the beautiful.” In

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1. The text is from The Raven and Other Poems (1845). The sonnet was initially printed as an untitled prefatory poem to Poe’s 1829 volume Al Aaraaf: Poe added the title to an 1843 reprinting. 2. True, Stting. 3. Roman goddess of the moon (imaged as a chariot or car that she drives through the sky). 4. Wood nymph in Greek and Roman mythology, often thought of as living within a tree and per- ishing with it. 5. Nymph living in brooks or fountains.

1. The text is that of 1845, with two errors of indentation corrected. The poem was Srst pub- lished in 1831, where, among other differences, lines 9 and 10 read: “To the beauty of fair Greece, / And the grandeur of old Rome.” The title invokes Helen of Troy, according to Greek myth the beau- tiful daughter of Zeus and the cause of the Trojan War. 2. Victorious ships (from the Greek nike). 3. Luxurious, curling. 4. Nymphlike, fairylike.

a life that was often a tangled mess, the pursuit of the beautiful in works of art moti- vated Poe’s writing to the very end.

Sonnet—To Science1

Science! meet2 daughter of old Time thou art Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes! Why prey’st thou thus upon the poet’s heart, Vulture! whose wings are dull realities! How should he love thee— or how deem thee wise 5 Who woulds’t not leave him, in his wandering, To seek for trea sure in the jewell’d skies Albeit, he soar with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragg’d Diana3 from her car, And driv’n the Hamadryad4 from the wood 10 To seek a shelter in some happier star? The gentle Naiad5 from her fountain- ̂ ood? The elSn from the green grass? and from me The summer dream beneath the shrubbery?

1829, 1845

To Helen1

Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicéan barks2 of yore, That gently, o’er a perfumed sea, The weary, way- worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. 5

On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth3 hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad4 airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. 10

Lo! in yon brilliant window- niche How statue- like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand!

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5. Goddess of the soul. 1. “And the angel Israfel, whose heartstrings are a lute, and who has the sweetest voice of all God’s creatures.—Koran” [Poe’s note]. A version of this poem appeared in the 1831 volume; the present text is from 1845.

2. Lightning. 3. In Greek mythology the seven daughters of Atlas became stars, making up a group called the Pleiades in the constellation Taurus. 4. Beautiful maiden waiting in paradise for the devout Muslim.

Ah, Psyche,5 from the regions which Are Holy- Land! 15

1831, 1845

Israfel1

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell “Whose heart- strings are a lute;” None sing so wildly well As the angel Israfel, And the giddy stars (so legends tell) 5 Ceasing their hymns, attend the spell Of his voice, all mute.

Tottering above In her highest noon, The enamoured moon 10 Blushes with love, While, to listen, the red levin2 (With the rapid Pleiads,3 even, Which were seven,) Pauses in Heaven. 15

And they say (the starry choir And the other listening things) That Israfeli’s Sre Is owing to that lyre By which he sits and sings— 20 The trembling living wire Of those unusual strings.

But the skies that angel trod, Where deep thoughts are a duty— Where Love’s a grown- up God— 25 Where the Houri4 glances are Imbued with all the beauty Which we worship in a star.

Therefore, thou art not wrong, Israfeli, who despises 30 An unimpassioned song; To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest! Merrily live, and long!

1. The text is that of 1845; it was Srst published in 1831 as “The Doomed City.” 2. According to the Old Testament, these walls

were doomed to destruction along with the city of Babylon. “Fanes”: temples.

The ecstasies above 35 With thy burning mea sures suit— Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy lute— Well may the stars be mute!

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this 40 Is a world of sweets and sours; Our ^owers are merely— ̂ owers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours.

If I could dwell 45 Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell 50 From my lyre within the sky.

1831, 1845

The City in the Sea1

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. 5 There shrines and palaces and towers (Time- eaten towers that tremble not!) Resemble nothing that is ours. Around, by lifting winds forgot, Resignedly beneath the sky 10 The melancholy waters lie.

No rays from the holy heaven come down On the long night- time of that town; But light from out the lurid sea Streams up the turrets silently— 15 Gleams up the pinnacles far and free— Up domes— up spires— up kingly halls— Up fanes— up Babylon- like walls2— Up shadowy long- forgotten bowers Of sculptured ivy and stone ^owers— 20 Up many and many a marvellous shrine

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1. Probably written in the early 1830s, “Alone” was Srst printed in Scribner’s Monthly Magazine 12 (Sep- tember 1875).

Whose wreathéd friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. 25 So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.

There open fanes and gaping graves 30 Yawn level with the luminous waves; But not the riches there that lie In each idol’s diamond eye— Not the gaily- jewelled dead Tempt the waters from their bed; 35 For no ripples curl, alas! Along that wilderness of glass— No swellings tell that winds may be Upon some far- off happier sea— No heavings hint that winds have been 40 On seas less hideously serene.

But lo, a stir is in the air! The wave— there is a movement there! As if the towers had thrust aside, In slightly sinking, the dull tide— 45 As if their tops had feebly given A void within the Slmy Heaven. The waves have now a redder glow— The hours are breathing faint and low— And when, amid no earthly moans, 50 Down, down that town shall settle hence, Hell, rising from a thousand thrones, Shall do it reverence.

1831, 1845

Alone1

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were— I have not seen As others saw— I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken 5 My sorrow— I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—

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1. This printing of Poe’s most famous poem is taken from the American Review: A Whig Journal of Politics, Literature, Art and Science 1 (February 1845), where it was Srst set in type from Poe’s manuscript; the New York Eve ning Mirror printed the poem on January 29, 1845, probably from the proof sheets of the American Review. The prefa- tory paragraph, signed as if it were by the editor of

the American Review, is retained here because Poe most likely wrote some or all of it himself. Many minor variations appear in later texts. 2. A spondee is a metrical foot consisting of two stressed syllables. 3. A Greek lyric form. An adonic is a dactyl (a foot with one long syllable and two short ones) fol- lowed by a spondee.

Then—in my childhood— in the dawn Of a most stormy life— was drawn 10 From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that round me roll’d 15 In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me ^ying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form 20 (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—

1875

The Raven1

By —— Quarles [The following lines from a correspondent— besides the deep

quaint strain of the sentiment, and the curious introduction of some ludicrous touches amidst the serious and impressive, as was doubtless intended by the author— appear to us one of the most felicitous specimens of unique rhyming which has for some time met our eye. The resources of En glish rhythm for varieties of mel- ody, mea sure, and sound, producing corresponding diversities of effect, have been thoroughly studied, much more perceived, by very few poets in the language. While the classic tongues, especially the Greek, possess, by power of accent, several advantages for versi"ca- tion over our own, chie#y through greater abundance of spondaic feet,2 we have other and very great advantages of sound by the mod- ern usage of rhyme. Alliteration is nearly the only effect of that kind which the ancients had in common with us. It will be seen that much of the melody of “The Raven” arises from alliteration, and the studious use of similar sounds in unusual places. In regard to its mea sure, it may be noted that if all the verses were like the second, they might properly be placed merely in short lines, producing a not uncommon form; but the presence in all the others of one line— mostly the second in the verse— which #ows continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic,3 while the "fth has at the middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the versi"cation an entirely different effect. We could wish the capacities of our noble language, in prosody, were better understood.—Ed. Am. Rev.]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

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4. Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom and the arts.

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “ ’Tis some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— 5 Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the ^oor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;— vainly I had tried to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow— sorrow for the lost Lenore— 10 For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me— Slled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating 15 “ ’Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door— Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;— This it is, and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, “Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; 20 But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you”— here I opened wide the door;— Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, 25 Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!” This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”

Merely this, and nothing more. 30

Then into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon I heard again a tapping somewhat louder than before. “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore— Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;— 35 ’Tis the wind, and nothing more!”

Open here I ^ung the shutter, when, with many a ^irt and ^utter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door— 40 Perched upon a bust of Pallas4 just above my chamber door— Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, 45

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5. Black, as in the underworld ruled by Pluto in Greek mythology. 6. Earthly, beneath the moon. 7. This stanza concluded in the 1845 volume with

these lines: “Followed faster till his songs one bur- den bore— / Till the dirges of his Hope that mel- ancholy burden bore / Of ‘Never— nevermore.’ ” 8. Drug that induces oblivion.

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian5 shore!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore; 50 For we cannot help agreeing that no sublunary6 being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only 55 That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered— not a feather then he ^uttered— Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other friends have ^own before— On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have ^own before.”

Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.” 60

Wondering at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, “Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster— so, when Hope he would adjure, Stern Despair returned, instead of the sweet Hope he dared adjure— 65 That sad answer, “Nevermore!”7

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door; Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore— 70 What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose Sery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining 75 On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er, She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by angels whose faint foot- falls tinkled on the tufted ^oor. 80 “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee— by these angels he hath sent thee Respite—respite and Nepenthe8 from thy memories of Lenore! Let me quaff this kind Nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil!— 85 Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

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9. An echo of the ironic words in Jeremiah 8.22: “Is there no balm in Gilead; is there no physician there?” Gilead is a mountainous area east of the Jordan River between the Sea of Galilee and the Dead Sea; evergreens growing there were a source of medicinal resins. 1. One of Poe’s vaguely evocative place names, designed to suggest Eden. 1. This is the longer version of the poem; Poe sometimes dropped the tenth stanza. The source

is the Srst printing in the American Review 6 (December 1847). 2. This, like many names in the poem (e.g., Weir, line 7), was probably chosen for its sound and associative values. 3. A small mountain lake. 4. The alley— the pathway— is titanic because the cypress trees on either side are enormous, on a scale to match that of the pre- Olympian Greek gods.

Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted— On this home by Horror haunted— tell me truly, I implore— Is there—is there balm in Gilead?9— tell me— tell me, I implore!”

Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.” 90

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or dev il! By that Heaven that bends above us— by that God we both adore— Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,1 It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.” 95 Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or Send!” I shrieked, upstarting— “Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken— quit the bust above my door! 100 Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the raven, “Nevermore.”

And the raven, never ^itting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon that is dreaming, 105 And the lamp- light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the ^oor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies ^oating on the ^oor Shall be lifted— nevermore!

1845

To ———. Ulalume: A Ballad1

The skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crispéd and sere— The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; 5 It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,2 In the misty mid region of Weir— It was down by the dank tarn3 of Auber. In the ghoul- haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through an alley Titanic,4 10 Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul—

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5. Rivers of lava. 6. North Pole. 7. All Hallow’s Eve, or Halloween. 8. Becoming old. 9. Phoenician fertility and lunar goddess, often depicted with crescent horns.

1. The chaste Roman goddess of the moon. 2. The constellation Leo. 3. Absolute peace, as if bathed in the oblivion- giving waters of Lethe, one of the Sve rivers of Hades in Greek mythology.

Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul. These were days when my heart was volcanic As the scoriac rivers5 that roll— As the lavas that restlessly roll 15 Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek In the ultimate climes of the pole— That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek In the realms of the boreal pole.6

Our talk had been serious and sober, 20 But our thoughts they were palsied and sere— Our memories were treacherous and sere— For we knew not the month was October, And we marked not the night of the year— (Ah, night of all nights7 in the year!) 25 We noted not the dim lake of Auber— (Though once we had journeyed down here)— We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber, Nor the ghoul- haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent8 30 And star- dials pointed to morn— As the star- dials hinted of morn— At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent 35 Arose with a duplicate horn— Astarte’s9 bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said—“She is warmer than Dian:1 She rolls through an ether of sighs— 40 She revels in a region of sighs: She has seen that the tears are not dry on These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion2 To point us the path to the skies— 45 To the Lethean3 peace of the skies— Come up, in despite of the Lion, To shine on us with her bright eyes— Come up through the lair of the Lion With Love in her luminous eyes.” 50

But Psyche, uplifting her Snger, Said—“Sadly this star I mistrust— Her pallor I strangely mistrust:—

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4. Mysteriously prophetic— now spelled “sibyllic.” 5. Open, hilly areas.

Oh, hasten!— oh, let us not linger! Oh, ^y!— let us ^y!— for we must.” 55 In terror she spoke, letting sink her Wings till they trailed in the dust— In agony sobbed, letting sink her Plumes till they trailed in the dust— Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust. 60

I replied—“This is nothing but dreaming: Let us on by this tremulous light! Let us bathe in this crystalline light! Its Sybillic4 splendor is beaming With Hope and in Beauty to- night:— 65 See!—it ^ickers up the sky through the night! Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming, And be sure it will lead us aright— We safely may trust to a gleaming That cannot but guide us aright, 70 Since it ^ickers up to Heaven through the night.”

Thus I paciSed Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom— And conquered her scruples and gloom: And we passed to the end of the vista, 75 And were stopped by the door of a tomb— By the door of a legended tomb; And I said—“What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?” She replied—“Ulalume—Ulalume— 80 ’Tis the vault of thy lost Ulalume!”

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crispéd and sere— As the leaves that were withering and sere, And I cried—“It was surely October 85 On this very night of last year That I journeyed— I journeyed down here— That I brought a dread burden down here— On this night of all nights in the year, Oh, what demon has tempted me here? 90 Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber— This misty mid region of Weir— Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul- haunted woodland of Weir.”

Said we, then— the two, then—“Ah, can it 95 Have been that the woodlandish ghouls— The pitiful, the merciful ghouls— To bar up our way and to ban it From the secret that lies in these wolds5—

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6. Sparkling, shining. 1. The text is that of the Srst printing, in an arti- cle by Rufus Griswold in the New York Tribune

(October 9, 1849), signed “Ludwig,” which was printed two days after Poe’s death.

From the thing that lies hidden in these wolds— 100 Had drawn up the spectre of a planet From the limbo of lunary souls— This sinfully scintillant6 planet From the Hell of the planetary souls?”

1847

Annabel Lee1

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought 5 Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— 10 With a love that the wingèd seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling 15 My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. 20

The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, 25 Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in heaven above, 30 Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:

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1. “Ligeia” was Srst published in the American Museum 1 (September 1838), the source of the present text. Poe later revised the tale slightly and added to it the poem “The Conqueror Worm.” 2. Like many of Poe’s epigraphs (often added after Srst publication), this one is fabricated.

Joseph Glanvill (1636– 1680) was one of the Cam- bridge Platonists, 17th- century En glish religious phi los o phers who tried to reconcile Christianity and Re nais sance science. 3. Variant of Ashtoreth, Phoenician goddess of fertility.

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 35 And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee: And so, all the night tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling— my darling— my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— 40 In her tomb by the sounding sea.

1849

Ligeia1

And the will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigour? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.

—Joseph Glanvill2

I cannot, for my soul, remember how, when, or even precisely where I Srst became acquainted with the lady Ligeia. Long years have since elapsed, and my memory is feeble through much suffering: or, perhaps, I cannot now bring these points to mind, because, in truth, the character of my beloved, her rare learning, her singular yet placid cast of beauty, and the thrilling and enthralling eloquence of her low, musical language, made their way into my heart by paces, so steadily and stealthily progressive, that they have been unnoticed and unknown. Yet I know that I met her most frequently in some large, old, decaying city near the Rhine. Of her family— I have surely heard her speak— that they are of a remotely ancient date cannot be doubted. Ligeia! Buried in studies of a nature, more than all else, adapted to deaden impres- sions of the outward world, it is by that sweet word alone— by Ligeia, that I bring before mine eyes in fancy the image of her who is no more. And now, while I write, a recollection ^ashes upon me that I have never known the paternal name of her who was my friend and my betrothed, and who became the partner of my studies, and eventually the wife of my bosom. Was it a playful charge on the part of my Ligeia? or was it a test of my strength of affection that I should institute no inquiries upon this point? or was it rather a caprice of my own— a wildly romantic offering on the shrine of the most passionate devotion? I but indistinctly recall the fact itself— what wonder that I have utterly forgotten the circumstances which originated or attended it? And indeed, if ever that spirit which is entitled Romance— if ever she, the wan, and the misty- winged Ashtophet3 of idolatrous Egypt, presided, as they tell, over marriages ill- omened, then most surely she presided over mine.

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4. Probably the maidens attending Artemis, god- dess of wild nature and the hunt; she was born on Delos, a Greek island in the Aegean Sea. 5. In his essay “Of Beauty” Francis Bacon, Baron Verulam (1561– 1626), wrote “excellent,” not “exquisite.” 6. In the Odyssey, Homer compares Odysseus’s

curly hair to the ^owering hyacinth plant. 7. Classical Greek sculptor whose name is afSxed to the Venus de’ Medici. The god Apollo was the patron of artists. 8. From the Asian romance The History of Nour- jahad (1767), by the En glish writer Frances Sher- idan (1724– 1766).

There is one dear topic, however, on which my memory faileth me not. It is the person of Ligeia. In stature she was tall, somewhat slender, and in her latter days even emaciated. I would in vain attempt to pourtray the majesty, the quiet ease of her demeanour, or the incomprehensible lightness and elasticity of her footfall. She came and departed like a shadow. I was never made aware of her entrance into my closed study save by the dear music of her low sweet voice, as she placed her delicate hand upon my shoulder. In beauty of face no maiden ever equalled her. It was the radiance of an opium dream— an airy and spirit- lifting vision more wildly divine than the phan- tasies which hovered about the slumbering souls of the daughters of Delos.4 Yet her features were not of that regular mould which we have been falsely taught to worship in the classical labors of the Heathen. “There is no exqui- site5 beauty,” saith Verülam, Lord Bacon, speaking truly of all the forms and genera of beauty, “without some strangeness in the proportions.” Yet, although I saw that the features of Ligeia were not of classic regularity, although I perceived that her loveliness was indeed “exquisite,” and felt that there was much of “strangeness” pervading it, yet I have tried in vain to detect the irregularity, and to trace home my own perception of “the strange.” I exam- ined the contour of the lofty and pale forehead— it was faultless— how cold indeed that word when applied to a majesty so divine! The skin rivaling the purest ivory, the commanding breadth and repose, the gentle prominence of the regions above the temples, and then the raven- black, the glossy, the luxu- riant and naturally- curling tresses, setting forth the full force of the Homeric epithet, “hyacinthine;”6 I looked at the delicate outlines of the nose— and nowhere but in the graceful medallions of the Hebrews had I beheld a similar perfection. There was the same luxurious smoothness of surface, the same scarcely perceptible tendency to the aquiline, the same harmoniously curved nostril speaking the free spirit. I regarded the sweet mouth. Here was indeed the triumph of all things heavenly— the magniScent turn of the short upper lip— the soft, voluptuous repose of the under— the dimples which sported, and the colour which spoke— the teeth glancing back, with a brilliancy almost startling, every ray of the holy light which fell upon them in her serene, and placid, yet most exultingly radiant of all smiles. I scrutinized the formation of the chin— and here, too, I found the gentleness of breadth, the softness and the majesty, the fulness and the spirituality, of the Greek, the contour which the God Apollo revealed but in a dream to Cleomenes, the son of the Athenian.7 And then I peered into the large eyes of Ligeia.

For eyes we have no models in the remotely antique. It might have been, too, that in these eyes of my beloved lay the secret to which Lord Verülam alludes. They were, I must believe, far larger than the ordinary eyes of our race. They were even far fuller than the fullest of the Gazelle eyes of the tribe of the valley of Nourjahad.8 Yet it was only at intervals— in moments of intense excitement— that this peculiarity became more than slightly

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9. Beautiful maiden waiting in paradise for the devout Muslim. 1. Greek phi los o pher (5th century b.c.e.); one of his proverbs is “Truth lies at the bottom of a well.” 2. Queen of Sparta whom Zeus, in the form of a swan, raped, thereby begetting Helen of Troy and

(according to some versions) the twin sons Castor and Pollux, whom Zeus transformed into the con- stellation Gemini. 3. The lesser star is epsilon Lyrae, the large one Vega or alpha Lyrae.

noticeable in Ligeia. And at such moments was her beauty— in my heated fancy thus it appeared perhaps— the beauty of beings either above or apart from the earth— the beauty of the fabulous Houri9 of the Turk. The colour of the orbs was the most brilliant of black, and far over them hung jetty lashes of great length. The brows, slightly irregular in outline, had the same hue. The “strangeness,” however, which I have found in the eyes of my Ligeia was of a nature distinct from the formation, or the colour, or the brilliancy of the feature, and must, after all, be referred to the expression. Ah, word of no meaning! behind whose vast latitude of mere sound we intrench our ignorance of so much of the spiritual. The expression of the eyes of Ligeia! How, for long hours have I pondered upon it! How have I, through the whole of a mid- summer night, struggled to fathom it! What was it— that something more profound than the well of Democritus1— which lay far within the pupils of my beloved? What was it? I was possessed with a passion to discover. Those eyes! those large, those shining, those divine orbs! they became to me twin stars of Leda,2 and I to them devoutest of astrologers. Not for a moment was the unfathomable meaning of their glance, by day or by night, absent from my soul.

There is no point, among the many incomprehensible anomalies of the sci- ence of mind, more thrillingly exciting than the fact— never, I believe noticed in the schools— that in our endeavours to recall to memory something long forgotten we often Snd ourselves upon the very verge of remembrance without being able, in the end, to remember. And thus, how frequently, in my intense scrutiny of Ligeia’s eyes, have I felt approaching the full knowl- edge of the secret of their expression— felt it approaching— yet not quite be mine— and so at length utterly depart. And (strange, oh strangest mystery of all!) I found, in the commonest objects of the universe, a circle of analo- gies to that expression. I mean to say that, subsequently to the period when Ligeia’s beauty passed into my spirit, there dwelling as in a shrine, I derived from many existences in the material world, a sentiment, such as I felt always aroused within me by her large and luminous orbs. Yet not the more could I deSne that sentiment, or analyze, or even steadily view it. I recognized it, let me repeat, sometimes in the commonest objects of the universe. It has ^ashed upon me in the survey of a rapidly- growing vine— in the contempla- tion of a moth, a butter^y, a chrysalis, a stream of running water. I have felt it in the ocean, in the falling of a meteor. I have felt it in the glances of unusually aged people. And there are one or two stars in heaven—(one espe- cially, a star of the sixth magnitude, double and changeable, to be found near the large star in Lyra)3 in a telescopic scrutiny of which I have been made aware of the feeling. I have been Slled with it by certain sounds from stringed instruments, and not unfrequently by passages from books. Among innumerable other instances, I well remember something in a volume of Joseph Glanvill, which, perhaps merely from its quaintness— who shall say? never failed to inspire me with the sentiment.—“And the will therein lieth,

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4. Sluggish; in alchemy saturnus is the name for lead.

which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, but only through the weakness of his feeble will.”

Length of years, and subsequent re^ection, have enabled me to trace, indeed, some remote connexion between this passage in the old En glish mor- alist and a portion of the character of Ligeia. An intensity in thought, action, or speech was possibly, in her, a result, or at least an index, of that gigantic volition which, during our long intercourse, failed to give other and more immediate evidence of its existence. Of all women whom I have ever known, she, the outwardly calm, the ever placid Ligeia, was the most violently a prey to the tumultuous vultures of stern passion. And of such passion I could form no estimate, save by the miraculous expansion of those eyes which at once so delighted and appalled me, by the almost magical melody, modulation, dis- tinctness and placidity of her very low voice, and by the Serce energy, (ren- dered doubly effective by contrast with her manner of utterance) of the words which she uttered.

I have spoken of the learning of Ligeia: it was immense— such as I have never known in woman. In all the classical tongues was she deeply proS- cient, and as far as my own acquaintance extended in regard to the modern dialects of Eu rope, I have never known her at fault. Indeed upon any theme of the most admired, because simply the most abstruse, of the boasted eru- dition of the academy, have I ever found Ligeia at fault? How singularly, how thrillingly, this one point in the nature of my wife has forced itself, at this late period, only, upon my attention! I said her knowledge was such as I had never known in woman. Where breathes the man who, like her, has traversed, and successfully, all the wide areas of moral, natural, and mathematical science? I saw not then what I now clearly perceive, that the acquisitions of Ligeia were gigantic, were astounding— yet I was sufSciently aware of her inSnite supremacy to resign myself, with a childlike conSdence, to her guidance through the chaotic world of metaphysical investigation at which I was most busily occupied during the earlier years of our marriage. With how vast a triumph— with how vivid a delight— with how much of all that is ethereal in hope— did I feel, as she bent over me, in studies but little sought for— but less known that delicious vista by slow but very perceptible degrees expand- ing before me, down whose long, gorgeous, and all untrodden path I might at length pass onward to the goal of a wisdom too divinely precious not to be forbidden!

How poignant, then, must have been the grief with which, after some years, I beheld my well- grounded expectations take wings to themselves and ^ee away! Without Ligeia I was but as a child groping benighted. Her pres- ence, her readings alone, rendered vividly luminous the many mysteries of the transcendentalism in which we were immersed. Letters, lambent and golden, grew duller than Saturnian4 lead wanting the radiant lustre of her eyes. And now those eyes shone less and less frequently upon the pages over which I poured. Ligeia grew ill. The wild eye blazed with a too— too glori- ous effulgence; the pale Sngers became of the transparent waxen hue of the

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5. The Angel of Death (in Judaism and Islam).

grave— and the blue veins upon the lofty forehead swelled and sunk impet- uously with the tides of the most gentle emotion. I saw that she must die— and I struggled desperately in spirit with the grim Azrael.5 And the struggles of the passionate Ligeia were, to my astonishment, even more energetic than my own. There had been much in her stern nature to impress me with the belief that, to her, death would have come without its terrors— but not so. Words are impotent to convey any just idea of the Serceness of re sis tance with which Ligeia wrestled with the dark shadow. I groaned in anguish at the pitiable spectacle. I would have soothed— I would have reasoned; but in the intensity of her wild desire for life— for life—but for life, solace and reason were alike the uttermost of folly. Yet not for an instant, amid the most con- vulsive writhings of her Serce spirit, was shaken the external placidity of her demeanor. Her voice grew more gentle— grew more low— yet I would not wish to dwell upon the wild meaning of the quietly- uttered words. My brain reeled as I hearkened, entranced, to a melody more than mortal— to assump- tions and aspirations which mortality had never before known.

That Ligeia loved me, I should not have doubted; and I might have been easily aware that, in a bosom such as hers, love would have reigned no ordinary passion. But in death only, was I fully impressed with the intensity of her affection. For long hours, detaining my hand, would she pour out before me the over^owings of a heart whose more than passionate devo- tion amounted to idolatry. How had I deserved to be so blessed by such confessions.— How had I deserved to be so cursed with the removal of my beloved in the hour of her making them? But upon this subject I cannot bear to dilate. Let me say only, that in Ligeia’s more than womanly abandonment to a love, alas, all unmerited, all unworthily bestowed; I at length recognised the principle of her longing, with so wildly earnest a desire for the life which was now ^eeing so rapidly away. It is this wild longing— it is this eager inten- sity of desire for life—but for life— that I have no power to pourtray— no utterance capable to express. Methinks I again behold the terriSc struggles of her lofty, her nearly idealized nature, with the might and the terror, and the majesty of the great Shadow. But she perished. The giant will suc- cumbed to a power more stern. And I thought, as I gazed upon the corpse, of the wild passage in Joseph Glanvill. “The will therein lieth, which dieth not. Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness. Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.”

She died— and I, crushed into the very dust with sorrow, could no longer endure the lonely desolation of my dwelling in the dim and decaying city by the Rhine. I had no lack of what the world terms wealth— Ligeia had brought me far more, very far more, than falls ordinarily to the lot of mortals. After a few months, therefore, of weary and aimless wandering, I purchased, and put in some repair, an abbey, which I shall not name, in one of the wildest and least frequented portions of fair En gland. The gloomy and dreary grandeur of the building, the almost savage aspect of the domain, the many melan- choly and time- honored memories connected with both, had much in uni-

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6. Ornamental style employing intricate pat- terns of lines and Sgures. 7. Druids are the legendary priests, or wizards,

of ancient Britain and Ireland. “Fretted”: orna- mented with intersecting patterns. 8. In Egypt, near Thebes; site of famous ruins.

son with the feelings of utter abandonment which had driven me into that remote and unsocial region of the country. Yet, although the external abbey, with its verdant decay hanging about it suffered but little alteration, I gave way with a child- like perversity, and perchance with a faint hope of alleviat- ing my sorrows, to a display of more than regal magniScence within. For such follies even in childhood I had imbibed a taste, and now they came back to me as if in the dotage of grief. Alas, I now feel how much even of incipient madness might have been discovered in the gorgeous and fantastic draperies, in the solemn carvings of Egypt, in the wild cornices and furniture of Ara- besque,6 in the bedlam patterns of the carpets of tufted gold! I had become a bounden slave in the trammels of opium, and my labors and my orders had taken a colouring from my dreams. But these absurdities I must not pause to detail. Let me speak only of that one chamber, ever accursed, whither, in a moment of mental alienation, I led from the altar as my bride— as the succes- sor of the unforgotten Ligeia— the fair- haired and blue- eyed lady Rowena Trevanion, of Tremaine.

There is not any individual portion of the architecture and decoration of that bridal chamber which is not now visibly before me. Where were the souls of the haughty family of the bride, when, through thirst of gold, they permitted to pass the threshold of an apartment so bedecked, a maiden and a daughter so beloved? I have said that I minutely remember the details of the chamber— yet I am sadly forgetful on topics of deep moment— and here there was no system, no keeping, in the fantastic display, to take hold upon the memory. The room lay in a high turret of the castellated abbey, was pentagonal in shape, and of capacious size. Occupying the whole south- ern face of the pentagon was the sole window— an im mense sheet of unbro- ken glass from Venice— a single pane, and tinted of a leaden hue, so that the rays of either the sun or moon, passing through it, fell with a ghastly lustre upon the objects within. Over the upper portion of this huge window extended the open trellice- work of an aged vine which clambered up the massy walls of the turret. The ceiling, of gloomy- looking oak, was excessively lofty, vaulted, and elaborately fretted with the wildest and most grotesque specimens of a semi- Gothic, semi- druidical7 device. From out the most central recess of this melancholy vaulting, depended, by a single chain of gold, with long links, a huge censer of the same metal, Arabesque in pattern, and with many perfo- rations so contrived that there writhed in and out of them, as if endued with a serpent vitality, a continual succession of parti- coloured Sres. Some few ottomans and golden candelabras of Eastern Sgure were in various stations about— and there was the couch, too, the bridal couch, of an Indian model, and low, and sculptured of solid ebony, with a canopy above. In each of the angles of the chamber, stood on end a gigantic sarcophagus of black granite, from the tombs of the kings over against Luxor,8 with their aged lids full of immemorial sculpture. But in the draping of the apartment lay, alas! the chief phantasy of all. The lofty walls— gigantic in height— even unpropor- tionally so, were hung from summit to foot, in vast folds with a heavy and massy looking tapestry— tapestry of a material which was found alike as a

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9. Scroll- like ornaments. 1. The American Museum has no punctuation

after “dreams” or “drug” in this sentence; paren- theses are added to the present text.

carpet on the ^oor, as a covering for the ottomans, and the ebony bed, as a canopy for the bed, and as the gorgeous volutes9 of the curtains which par- tially shaded the window. This material was the richest cloth of gold. It was spotted all over, at irregular intervals, with Arabesque Sgures, of about a foot in diameter, and wrought upon the cloth in patterns of the most jetty black. But these Sgures partook of the true character of the Arabesque only when regarded from a single point of view. By a contrivance now common, and indeed traceable to a very remote period of antiquity, they were made change- able in aspect. To one entering the room they bore the appearance of ideal monstrosities; but, upon a farther advance, this appearance suddenly departed; and, step by step, as the visitor moved his station in the chamber, he saw him- self surrounded by an endless succession of the ghastly forms which belong to the superstition of the Northman, or arise in the guilty slumbers of the monk. The phantasmagoric effect was vastly heightened by the artiScial introduction of a strong continual current of wind behind the draperies— giving a hid- eous and uneasy vitality to the whole.

In halls such as these— in a bridal chamber such as this, I passed, with the lady of Tremaine, the unhallowed hours of the Srst month of our marriage— passed them with but little disquietude. That my wife dreaded the Serce moodiness of my temper— that she shunned me, and loved me but little, I could not help perceiving— but it gave me rather plea sure than otherwise. I loathed her with a hatred belonging more to demon than to man. My memory ^ew back, (oh, with what intensity of regret!) to Ligeia, the beloved, the beau- tiful, the entombed. I revelled in recollections of her purity, of her wisdom, of her lofty, her ethereal nature, of her passionate, her idolatrous love. Now, then, did my spirit fully and freely burn with more than all the Sres of her own. In the excitement of my opium dreams (for I was habitually fettered in the iron shackles of the drug)1 I would call aloud upon her name, during the silence of the night, or among the sheltered recesses of the glens by day, as if, by the wild eagerness, the solemn passion, the consuming intensity of my longing for the departed Ligeia, I could restore the departed Ligeia to the pathways she had abandoned upon earth.

About the commencement of the second month of the marriage, the lady Rowena was attacked with sudden illness from which her recovery was slow. The fever which consumed her, rendered her nights uneasy, and, in her per- turbed state of half- slumber, she spoke of sounds, and of motions, in and about the chamber of the turret which had no origin save in the distemper of her fancy, or, perhaps, in the phantasmagoric in^uences of the chamber itself. She became at length convalescent— Snally well. Yet but a brief period elapsed, ere a second more violent disorder again threw her upon a bed of suffering— and from this attack her frame, at all times feeble, never alto- gether recovered. Her illnesses were, after this period, of alarming charac- ter, and of more alarming recurrence, defying alike the knowledge and the great exertions of her medical men. With the increase of the chronic dis- ease which had thus, apparently, taken too sure hold upon her constitution to be eradicated by human means, I could not fail to observe a similar increase in the ner vous irritability of her temperament, and in her excitability

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by trivial causes of fear. Indeed reason seemed fast tottering from her throne. She spoke again, and now more frequently and pertinaciously, of the sounds, of the slight sounds, and of the unusual motions among the tapestries, to which she had formerly alluded. It was one night near the closing in of Sep- tember, when she pressed this distressing subject with more than usual emphasis upon my attention. She had just awakened from a perturbed slum- ber, and I had been watching, with feelings half of anxiety, half of a vague terror, the workings of her emaciated countenance. I sat by the side of her ebony bed, upon one of the ottomans of India. She partly arose, and spoke, in an earnest low whisper, of sounds which she then heard, but which I could not hear, of motions which she then saw, but which I could not per- ceive. The wind was rushing hurriedly behind the tapestries, and I wished to show her (what, let me confess it, I could not all believe) that those faint, almost articulate, breathings, and the very gentle variations of the Sgures upon the wall, were but the natural effects of that customary rushing of the wind. But a deadly pallor overspreading her face, had proved to me that my exertions to re- assure her would be fruitless. She appeared to be fainting, and no attendants were within call. I remembered where was deposited a decanter of some light wine which had been ordered by her physicians, and hastened across the chamber to procure it. But, as I stepped beneath the light of the censer, two circumstances of a startling nature attracted my attention. I had felt that some palpable object had passed lightly by my person; and I saw that there lay a faint, indeSnite shadow upon the golden carpet in the very middle of the rich lustre, thrown from the censer. But I was wild with the excitement of an immoderate dose of opium, and heeded these things but little, nor spoke of them to Rowena. Finding the wine, I re- crossed the chamber, and poured out a goblet- ful, which I held to the lips of the fainting lady. But she had now partially recovered, and took, herself, the vessel, while I sank upon the ottoman near me, with my eyes rivetted upon her person. It was then that I became distinctly aware of a gentle foot- fall upon the car- pet, and near the couch; and, in a second thereafter, as Rowena was in the act of raising the wine to her lips, I saw, or may have dreamed that I saw, fall within the goblet, as if from some invisible spring in the atmosphere of the room, three or four large drops of a brilliant and ruby colored ^uid. If this I saw— not so Rowena. She swallowed the wine unhesitatingly, and I forbore to speak to her of a circumstance which must, after all, I considered, have been but the suggestion of a vivid imagination, rendered morbidly active by the terror of the lady, by the opium, and by the hour.

Yet I cannot conceal it from myself, after this period, a rapid change for the worse took place in the disorder of my wife, so that, on the third subsequent night, the hands of her menials prepared her for the tomb, and on the fourth, I sat alone, with her shrouded body, in that fantastical chamber which had received her as my bride. Wild visions, opium engendered, ^itted, shadow- like, before me. I gazed with unquiet eye upon the sarcophagi in the angles of the room, upon the varying Sgures of the drapery, and upon the writhing of the parti- colored Sres in the censer overhead. My eyes then fell, as I called to mind the circumstances of a former night, to the spot beneath the glare of the censer where I had beheld the faint traces of the shadow. It was there, however, no longer, and, breathing with greater freedom, I turned my glances to the pallid and rigid Sgure upon the bed. Then rushed upon me a thousand

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memories of Ligeia— and then came back upon my heart, with the turbulent violence of a ^ood, the whole of that unutterable woe with which I had regarded her thus enshrouded. The night waned; and still, with a bosom full of bitter thoughts of the one only and supremely beloved, I remained with mine eyes rivetted upon the body of Rowena.

It might have been midnight, or perhaps earlier, or later, for I had taken no note of time, when a sob, low, gentle, but very distinct, startled me from my revery. I felt that it came from the bed of ebony— the bed of death. I lis- tened in an agony of superstitious terror— but there was no repetition of the sound; I strained my vision to detect any motion in the corpse, but there was not the slightest perceptible. Yet I could not have been deceived. I had heard the noise, however faint, and my whole soul was awakened within me, as I resolutely and perseveringly kept my attention rivetted upon the body. Many minutes elapsed before any circumstance occurred tending to throw light upon the mystery. At length it became evident that a slight, a very faint, and barely noticeable tinge of colour had ^ushed up within the cheeks, and along the sunken small veins of the eyelids. Through a species of unutter- able horror and awe, for which the language of mortality has no sufSciently energetic expression, I felt my brain reel, my heart cease to beat, my limbs grow rigid where I sat. Yet a sense of duty Snally operated to restore my self- possession. I could no longer doubt that we had been precipitate in our prep- arations for interment— that Rowena still lived. It was necessary that some immediate exertion be made; yet the turret was altogether apart from the portion of the Abbey tenanted by the servants— there were none within call, and I had no means of summoning them to my aid without leaving the room for many minutes— and this I could not venture to do. I therefore struggled alone in my endeavors to call back the spirit still hovering. In a short period it became evident however, that a relapse had taken place; the color utterly disappeared from both eyelid and cheek, leaving a wanness even more than that of marble; the lips became doubly shrivelled and pinched up in the ghastly expression of death; a coldness surpassing that of ice, overspread rapidly the surface of the body, and all the usual rigorous stiffness immedi- ately supervened. I fell back with a shudder upon the ottoman from which I had been so startlingly aroused, and again gave myself up to passionate waking visions of Ligeia.

An hour thus elapsed when, (could it be possible?) I was a second time aware of some vague sound issuing from the region of the bed. I listened— in extremity of horror. The sound came again— it was a sigh. Rushing to the corpse, I saw— distinctly saw— a tremor upon the lips. In a minute after they slightly relaxed, disclosing a bright line of the pearly teeth. Amazement now struggled in my bosom with the profound awe which had hitherto reigned therein alone. I felt that my vision grew dim, that my brain wandered, and it was only by a convulsive effort that I at length succeeded in nerving myself to the task which duty thus, once more, had pointed out. There was now a partial glow upon the forehead, upon the cheek and throat— a perceptible warmth pervaded the whole frame— there was even a slight pulsation at the heart. The lady lived; and with redoubled ardour I betook myself to the task of restoration. I chafed, and bathed the temples, and the hands, and used every exertion which experience, and no little medical reading, could sug- gest. But in vain. Suddenly, the colour ^ed, the pulsation ceased, the lips

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2. Shrouds.

resumed the expression of the dead, and, in an instant afterwards, the whole body took upon itself the icy chillness, the livid hue, the intense rigidity, the sunken outline, and each and all of the loathsome peculiarities of that which has been, for many days, a tenant of the tomb.

And again I sunk into visions of Ligeia— and again (what marvel that I shudder while I write?) again there reached my ears a low sob from the region of the ebony bed. But why shall I minutely detail the unspeakable horrors of that night? Why shall I pause to relate how, time after time, until near the period of the grey dawn, this hideous drama of reviviScation was repeated, and how each terriSc relapse was only into a sterner and apparently more irredeemable death? Let me hurry to a conclusion.

The greater part of the fearful night had worn away, and the corpse of Rowena once again stirred— and now more vigorously than hitherto, although arousing from a dissolution more appalling in its utter hopelessness than any. I had long ceased to struggle or to move, and remained sitting rigidly upon the ottoman, a helpless prey to a whirl of violent emotions, of which extreme awe was perhaps the least terrible, the least consuming. The corpse, I repeat, stirred, and now more vigorously than before. The hues of life ^ushed up with unwonted energy into the countenance— the limbs relaxed— and, save that the eyelids were yet pressed heavily together, and that the ban dages and draperies of the grave still imparted their charnel character to the Sg- ure, I might have dreamed that Rowena had indeed shaken off, utterly, the fetters of Death. But if this idea was not, even then, altogether adopted, I could, at least, doubt no longer, when, arising from the bed, tottering, with feeble steps, with closed eyes, and with the air of one bewildered in a dream, the lady of Tremaine stood bodily and palpably before me.

I trembled not— I stirred not— for a crowd of unutterable fancies con- nected with the air, the demeanour of the Sgure, rushing hurriedly through my brain, sent the purple blood ebbing in torrents from the temples to the heart. I stirred not— but gazed upon her who was before me. There was a mad disorder in my thoughts— a tumult unappeasable. Could it, indeed, be the living Rowena who confronted me? Why, why should I doubt it? The ban- dage lay heavily about the mouth— but then it was the mouth of the breath- ing lady of Tremaine. And the cheeks— there were the roses as in her noon of health— yes, these were indeed the fair cheeks of the living lady of Tremaine. And the chin, with its dimples, as in health, was it not hers?— but—but had she then grown taller since her malady? What inexpressible madness seized me with that thought? One bound, and I had reached her feet! Shrinking from my touch, she let fall from her head, unloosened, the ghastly cerements2 which had conSned it, and there streamed forth, into the rushing atmosphere of the chamber, huge masses of long and dishevelled hair. It was blacker than the raven wings of the midnight! And now the eyes opened of the Sgure which stood before me. “Here then at least,” I shrieked aloud, “can I never— can I never be mistaken— these are the full, and the black, and the wild eyes of the lady— of the lady Ligeia!”

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1. The text is that of the Srst publication in Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine, and American

Monthly Review 5 (September 1839). 2. A small lake, usually in the mountains.

The Fall of the House of Usher1

During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been pass- ing alone, on horse back, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the eve ning drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was— but, with the Srst glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half- pleasurable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me— upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain— upon the bleak walls— upon the vacant eye- like windows— upon a few rank sedges— and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees— with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after- dream of the reveller upon opium— the bitter lapse into common life— the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart— an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime. What was it— I paused to think— what was it that so unnerved me in the contemplation of the House of Usher? It was a mystery all insoluble; nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies that crowded upon me as I pon- dered. I was forced to fall back upon the unsatisfactory conclusion, that while, beyond doubt, there are combinations of very simple natural objects which have the power of thus affecting us, still the reason, and the analysis, of this power, lie among considerations beyond our depth. It was possible, I re^ected, that a mere different arrangement of the particulars of the scene, of the details of this picture, would be sufScient to modify, or perhaps to annihilate its capacity for sorrowful impression; and, acting upon this idea, I reined my horse to the precipitous brink of a black and lurid tarn2 that lay in unruf^ed lustre by the dwelling, and gazed down— but with a shudder even more thrilling than before— upon the re- modelled and inverted images of the gray sedge, and the ghastly tree- stems, and the vacant and eye- like windows.

Nevertheless, in this mansion of gloom I now proposed to myself a sojourn of some weeks. Its proprietor, Roderick Usher, had been one of my boon companions in boyhood; but many years had elapsed since our last meeting. A letter, however, had lately reached me in a distant part of the country— a letter from him— which, in its wildly importunate nature, had admitted of no other than a personal reply. The MS. gave evidence of ner vous agitation. The writer spoke of acute bodily illness— of a pitiable mental idiosyncrasy which oppressed him— and of an earnest desire to see me, as his best, and indeed, his only personal friend, with a view of attempting, by the cheerful- ness of my society, some alleviation of his malady. It was the manner in which all this, and much more, was said— it was the apparent heart that went with his request— which allowed me no room for hesitation— and I accord- ingly obeyed, what I still considered a very singular summons, forthwith.

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Although, as boys, we had been even intimate associates, yet I really knew little of my friend. His reserve had been always excessive and habitual. I was aware, however, that his very ancient family had been noted, time out of mind, for a peculiar sensibility of temperament, displaying itself, through long ages, in many works of exalted art, and manifested, of late, in repeated deeds of muniScent yet unobtrusive charity, as well as in a passionate devo- tion to the intricacies, perhaps even more than to the orthodox and easily recognizable beauties, of musical science. I had learned, too, the very remark- able fact, that the stem of the Usher race, all time- honored as it was, had put forth, at no period, any enduring branch; in other words, that the entire fam- ily lay in the direct line of descent, and had always, with very tri^ing and very temporary variation, so lain. It was this deSciency, I considered, while run- ning over in thought the perfect keeping of the character of the premises with the accredited character of the people, and while speculating upon the possible in^uence which the one, in the long lapse of centuries, might have exercised upon the other— it was this deSciency, perhaps, of collat- eral issue, and the consequent undeviating transmission, from sire to son, of the patrimony with the name, which had, at length, so identiSed the two as to merge the original title of the estate in the quaint and equivocal appellation of the “House of Usher”— an appellation which seemed to include, in the minds of the peasantry who used it, both the family and the family mansion.

I have said that the sole effect of my somewhat childish experiment, of looking down within the tarn, had been to deepen the Srst singular impres- sion. There can be no doubt that the consciousness of the rapid increase of my superstition— for why should I not so term it?— served mainly to acceler- ate the increase itself. Such, I have long known, is the paradoxical law of all sentiments having terror as a basis. And it might have been for this reason only, that, when I again uplifted my eyes to the house itself, from its image in the pool, there grew in my mind a strange fancy— a fancy so ridiculous, indeed, that I but mention it to show the vivid force of the sensations which oppressed me. I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that around about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity— an atmosphere which had no afSnity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray walls, and the silent tarn, in the form of an inelas- tic vapor or gas— dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden- hued. Shaking off from my spirit what must have been a dream, I scanned more narrowly the real aspect of the building. Its principal feature seemed to be that of an excessive antiquity. The discoloration of ages had been great. Minute fungi overspread the whole exterior, hanging in a Sne tangled web- work from the eaves. Yet all this was apart from any extraordinary dilapidation. No portion of the masonry had fallen; and there appeared to be a wild inconsistency between its still perfect adaptation of parts, and the utterly porous, and evi- dently decayed condition of the individual stones. In this there was much that reminded me of the specious totality of old wood- work which has rotted for long years in some neglected vault, with no disturbance from the breath of the external air. Beyond this indication of extensive decay, however, the fabric gave little token of instability. Perhaps the eye of a scrutinizing observer might have discovered a barely perceptible Sssure, which, extending from the

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3. Bored (French).

roof of the building in front, made its way down the wall in a zigzag direction, until it became lost in the sullen waters of the tarn.

Noticing these things, I rode over a short causeway to the house. A ser- vant in waiting took my horse, and I entered the Gothic archway of the hall. A valet, of stealthy step, thence conducted me, in silence, through many dark and intricate passages in my progress to the studio of his master. Much that I encountered on the way contributed, I know not how, to heighten the vague sentiments of which I have already spoken. While the objects around me— while the carvings of the ceilings, the sombre tapestries of the walls, the ebon blackness of the ^oors, and the phantasmagoric armorial trophies which rattled as I strode, were but matters to which, or to such as which, I had been accustomed from my infancy— while I hesitated not to acknowl- edge how familiar was all this— I still wondered to Snd how unfamiliar were the fancies which ordinary images were stirring up. On one of the staircases, I met the physician of the family. His countenance, I thought, wore a mingled expression of low cunning and perplexity. He accosted me with trepidation and passed on. The valet now threw open a door and ushered me into the presence of his master.

The room in which I found myself was very large and excessively lofty. The windows were long, narrow, and pointed, and at so vast a distance from the black oaken ^oor as to be altogether inaccessible from within. Feeble gleams of encrimsoned light made their way through the trelliced panes, and served to render sufSciently distinct the more prominent objects around; the eye, however, struggled in vain to reach the remoter angles of the chamber, or the recesses of the vaulted and fretted ceiling. Dark draperies hung upon the walls. The general furniture was profuse, comfortless, antique, and tattered. Many books and musical instruments lay scattered about, but failed to give any vitality to the scene. I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow. An air of stern, deep, and irredeemable gloom hung over and pervaded all.

Upon my entrance, Usher arose from a sofa upon which he had been lying at full length, and greeted me with a vivacious warmth which had much in it, I at Srst thought of an overdone cordiality— of the constrained effort of the ennuyé3 man of the world. A glance, however, at his countenance con- vinced me of his perfect sincerity. We sat down; and for some moments, while he spoke not, I gazed upon him with a feeling half of pity, half of awe. Surely, man had never before so terribly altered, in so brief a period, as had Roderick Usher! It was with difSculty that I could bring myself to admit the identity of the wan being before me with the companion of my early boyhood. Yet the character of his face had been at all times remarkable. A cadaverous- ness of complexion; an eye large, liquid, and luminous beyond comparison; lips somewhat thin and very pallid, but of a surpassingly beautiful curve; a nose of a delicate Hebrew model, but with a breadth of nostril unusual in similar formations; a Snely moulded chin, speaking, in its want of promi- nence, of a want of moral energy; hair of a more than web- like softness and tenuity; these features, with an inordinate expansion above the regions of the temple, made up altogether a countenance not easily to be forgotten. And now in the mere exaggeration of the prevailing character of these features,

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and of the expression they were wont to convey, lay so much of change that I doubted to whom I spoke. The now ghastly pallor of the skin, and the now miraculous lustre of the eye, above all things startled and even awed me. The silken hair, too, had been suffered to grow all unheeded, and as, in its wild gossamer texture, it ^oated rather than fell about the face, I could not, even with effort, connect its arabesque expression with any idea of simple humanity.

In the manner of my friend I was at once struck with an incoherence— an inconsistency; and I soon found this to arise from a series of feeble and futile struggles to overcome an habitual trepidancy, an excessive ner vous agitation. For something of this nature I had indeed been prepared, no less by his letter, than by reminiscences of certain boyish traits, and by conclusions deduced from his peculiar physical conformation and temperament. His action was alternately vivacious and sullen. His voice varied rapidly from a tremulous indecision (when the animal spirits seemed utterly in abeyance) to that spe- cies of energetic concision— that abrupt, weighty, unhurried, and hollow- sounding enunciation— that leaden, self- balanced and perfectly modulated guttural utterance, which may be observed in the moments of the intensest excitement of the lost drunkard, or the irreclaimable eater of opium.

It was thus that he spoke of the object of my visit, of his earnest desire to see me, and of the solace he expected me to afford him. He entered, at some length, into what he conceived to be the nature of his malady. It was, he said, a constitutional and a family evil, and one for which he despaired to Snd a remedy— a mere ner vous affection, he immediately added, which would undoubtedly soon pass off. It displayed itself in a host of unnatural sensa- tions. Some of these, as he detailed them, interested and bewildered me— although, perhaps, the terms, and the general manner of the narration had their weight. He suffered much from a morbid acuteness of the senses; the most insipid food was alone endurable; he could wear only garments of cer- tain texture; the odors of all ^owers were oppressive; his eyes were tortured by even a faint light; and there were but peculiar sounds, and these from stringed instruments, which did not inspire him with horror.

To an anomalous species of terror I found him a bounden slave. “I shall perish,” said he, “I must perish in this deplorable folly. Thus, thus, and not otherwise, shall I be lost. I dread the events of the future, not in themselves, but in their results. I shudder at the thought of any, even the most trivial, incident, which may operate upon this intolerable agitation of soul. I have, indeed, no abhorrence of danger, except in its absolute effect— in terror. In this unnerved— in this pitiable condition— I feel that I must inevitably aban- don life and reason together in my struggles with some fatal demon of fear.”

I learned, moreover, at intervals, and through broken and equivocal hints, another singular feature of his mental condition. He was enchained by cer- tain superstitious impressions in regard to the dwelling which he tenanted, and from which, for many years, he had never ventured forth— in regard to an in^uence whose supposititious force was conveyed in terms too shadowy here to be restated— an in^uence which some peculiarities in the mere form and substance of his family mansion, had, by dint of long sufferance, he said, obtained over his spirit— an effect which the physique of the gray walls and turrets, and of the dim tarn into which they all looked down, had, at length, brought about upon the morale of his existence.

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4. A condition characterized by a loss of sensa- tion and muscular paralysis. 5. Carl Maria von Weber (1786– 1826), in^uen-

tial German composer of the Romantic school. “The Last Waltz of Von Weber” was composed by Carl Gottlieb Reissiger (1798– 1859).

He admitted, however, although with hesitation, that much of the pecu- liar gloom which thus af^icted him could be traced to a more natural and far more palpable origin— to the severe and long- continued illness— indeed to the evidently approaching dissolution— of a tenderly beloved sister; his sole companion for long years— his last and only relative on earth. “Her decease,” he said, with a bitterness which I can never forget, “would leave him (him the hopeless and the frail) the last of the ancient race of the Ush- ers.” As he spoke, the lady Madeline (for so was she called) passed slowly through a remote portion of the apartment, and, without having noticed my presence, disappeared. I regarded her with an utter astonishment not unmin- gled with dread. Her Sgure, her air, her features— all, in their very minutest development were those— were identically (I can use no other sufScient term) were identically those of the Roderick Usher who sat beside me. A feel- ing of stupor oppressed me, as my eyes followed her retreating steps. As a door, at length, closed upon her exit, my glance sought instinctively and eagerly the countenance of the brother— but he had buried his face in his hands, and I could only perceive that a far more than ordinary wanness had overspread the emaciated Sngers through which trickled many passionate tears.

The disease of the lady Madeline had long baf^ed the skill of her physi- cians. A settled apathy, a gradual wasting away of the person, and frequent although transient affections of a partially cataleptical4 character, were the unusual diagnosis. Hitherto she had steadily borne up against the pressure of her malady, and had not betaken herself Snally to bed; but, on the closing in of the eve ning of my arrival at the house, she succumbed, as her brother told me at night with inexpressible agitation, to the prostrating power of the destroyer— and I learned that the glimpse I had obtained of her person would thus probably be the last I should obtain— that the lady, at least while living, would be seen by me no more.

For several days ensuing, her name was unmentioned by either Usher or myself; and, during this period, I was busied in earnest endeavors to allevi- ate the melancholy of my friend. We painted and read together— or I lis- tened, as if in a dream, to the wild improvisations of his speaking guitar. And thus, as a closer and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into the recesses of his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe, in one unceasing radiation of gloom.

I shall ever bear about me, as Moslemin their shrouds at Mecca, a memory of the many solemn hours I thus spent alone with the master of the House of Usher. Yet I should fail in any attempt to convey an idea of the exact charac- ter of the studies, or of the occupations, in which he involved me, or led me the way. An excited and highly distempered ideality threw a sulphurous lustre over all. His long improvised dirges will ring for ever in my ears. Among other things, I bear painfully in mind a certain singular perversion and ampliScation of the wild air of the last waltz of Von Weber.5 From the paintings

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6. Henry Fuseli (1741– 1825), Swiss paint er noted for his interest in the supernatural. 7. In the original printing this note appeared at the end of the story: “The ballad of ‘The Haunted

Palace,’ introduced in this tale, was published separately, some months ago, in the Baltimore ‘Museum.’ ”

over which his elaborate fancy brooded, and which grew, touch by touch, into vaguenesses at which I shuddered the more thrillingly, because I shud- dered knowing not why, from these paintings (vivid as their images now are before me) I would in vain endeavor to educe more than a small portion which should lie within the compass of merely written words. By the utter simplicity, by the nakedness, of his designs, he arrested and over- awed attention. If ever mortal painted an idea, that mortal was Roderick Usher. For me at least— in the circumstances then surrounding me— there arose out of the pure abstractions which the hypochondriac contrived to throw upon his canvas, an intensity of intolerable awe, no shadow of which felt I ever yet in the contemplation of the certainly glowing yet too concrete rev- eries of Fuseli.6

One of the phantasmagoric conceptions of my friend, partaking not so rigidly of the spirit of abstraction, may be shadowed forth, although feebly, in words. A small picture presented the interior of an im mensely long and rectangular vault or tunnel, with low walls, smooth, white, and without inter- ruption or device. Certain accessory points of the design served well to con- vey the idea that this excavation lay at an exceeding depth below the surface of the earth. No outlet was observed in any portion of its vast extent, and no torch, or other artiScial source of light was discernible— yet a ̂ ood of intense rays rolled throughout, and bathed the whole in a ghastly and inappropriate splendor.

I have just spoken of that morbid condition of the auditory nerve which rendered all music intolerable to the sufferer, with the exception of certain effects of stringed instruments. It was, perhaps, the narrow limits to which he thus conSned himself upon the guitar, which gave birth, in great mea sure, to the fantastic character of his per for mances. But the fervid facility of his impromptus could not be so accounted for. They must have been, and were, in the notes, as well as in the words of his wild fantasias, (for he not unfre- quently accompanied himself with rhymed verbal improvisations,) the result of that intense mental collectedness and concentration to which I have previ- ously alluded as observable only in par tic u lar moments of the highest artiS- cial excitement. The words of one of these rhapsodies I have easily borne away in memory. I was, perhaps, the more forcibly impressed with it, as he gave it, because, in the under or mystic current of its meaning, I fancied that I perceived, and for the Srst time, a full consciousness on the part of Usher, of the tottering of his lofty reason upon her throne. The verses, which were entitled “The Haunted Palace,” ran very nearly, if not accurately, thus:7

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In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace— Snow- white palace— reared its head. In the monarch Thought’s dominion—

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8. Born to the purple; of royal birth.

It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.

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Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did ^oat and ^ow; (This—all this— was in the olden Time long ago) And every gentle air that dallied, In that sweet day, Along the ramparts plumed and pallid, A winged odor went away.

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Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically To a lute’s well- tunéd law, Round about a throne, where sitting (Porphyrogene!)8 In state his glory well beStting, The sovereign of the realm was seen.

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And all with pearl and ruby glowing Was the fair palace door, Through which came ^owing, ^owing, ^owing, And sparkling evermore, A troop of Echoes whose sole duty Was but to sing, In voices of surpassing beauty, The wit and wisdom of their king.

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But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him, desolate!) And, round about his home, the glory That blushed and bloomed Is but a dim- remembered story Of the old time entombed.

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And travellers now within that valley, Through the red- litten windows, see

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9. The City of the Sun by the Italian Tommaso Campanella (1568– 1639) is a famous utopian work. Jean Baptiste Gresset (1709– 1777) wrote the anticlerical Vairvert and Ma Chartreuse. In Belphegor, by Niccolò Machiavelli (1469– 1527), a demon comes to earth to prove that women damn men to hell. Sir David Brewster (1781– 1868), Scottish physicist who studied optics and light. Emanuel Swedenborg (1688– 1772), Swedish sci- entist and mystic. Ludwig Holberg (1684– 1754),

Danish dramatist and historian, described a voy- age to the land of death and back. The En glish physician Robert Flud (1574– 1637) and two Frenchmen, Jean D’Indaginé (^. early 16th cen- tury) and Maria Cireau de la Chambre (1594– 1669), all wrote on chiromancy (palm reading). The German Ludwig Tieck (1773– 1853) wrote Das alte Buch; oder Reise ins Blaue hinein, which narrates a journey to another world.

Vast forms that move fantastically To a discordant melody; While, like a rapid ghastly river, Through the pale door, A hideous throng rush out forever, And laugh— but smile no more.

I well remember that suggestions arising from this ballad led us into a train of thought wherein there became manifest an opinion of Usher’s which I mention not so much on account of its novelty, (for other men have thought thus,) as on account of the pertinacity with which he maintained it. This opinion, in its general form, was that of the sentience of all vegetable things. But, in his disordered fancy, the idea had assumed a more daring character, and trespassed, under certain conditions, upon the kingdom of inor ga ni za- tion. I lack words to express the full extent, or the earnest abandon of his persuasion. The belief, however, was connected (as I have previously hinted) with the gray stones of the home of his forefathers. The condition of the sen- tience had been here, he imagined, fulSlled in the method of collocation of these stones— in the order of their arrangement, as well as in that of the many fungi which overspread them, and of the decayed trees which stood around— above all, in the long undisturbed endurance of this arrangement, and in its reduplication in the still waters of the tarn. Its evidence— the evidence of the sentience— was to be seen, he said, (and I here started as he spoke,) in the gradual yet certain condensation of an atmosphere of their own about the waters and the walls. The result was discoverable, he added, in that silent, yet importunate and terrible in^uence which for centuries had moulded the destinies of his family, and which made him what I now saw him— what he was. Such opinions need no comment, and I will make none.

Our books— the books which, for years, had formed no small portion of the mental existence of the invalid— were, as might be supposed, in strict keeping with this character of phantasm. We pored together over such works as the Ververt et Chartreuse of Gresset; the Belphegor of Machiavelli; the Selenography of Brewster; the Heaven and Hell of Swedenborg; the Subter- ranean Voyage of Nicholas Klimm de Holberg; the Chiromancy of Robert Flud, of Jean D’Indaginé, and of De la Chambre; the Journey into the Blue Distance of Tieck; and the City of the Sun of Campanella.9 One favorite volume was a small octavo edition of the Directorium Inquisitorium, by the Dominican Eymeric de Gironne; and there were passages in Pomponius Mela, about the old African Satyrs and Œgipans, over which Usher would sit dreaming for hours. His chief delight, however, was found in the earnest and repeated perusal of an exceedingly rare and curious book in quarto

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1. A book called The Vigils of the Dead, According to the Church- Choir of Mayence was printed in Switzerland around 1500. Nicholas Eymeric de Gerone, who was inquisitor- general for Castile in 1356, recorded procedures for torturing heretics. Pomponius Mela (1st century) was a Roman whose widely used book on geography (printed in Italy in 1471) described strange beasts (“œgipans”

are African goat- men). 2. The shortage of corpses for dissection had led to the new profession of “resurrection men,” who dug up fresh corpses and sold them to medical students and surgeons. 3. Dungeon. 4. Trestles; braced supports.

Gothic— the manual of a forgotten church— the Vigilae Mortuorum secun- dum Chorum Ecclesiae Maguntinae.1

I could not help thinking of the wild ritual of this work, and of its proba- ble in^uence upon the hypochondriac, when, one eve ning, having informed me abruptly that the lady Madeline was no more, he stated his intention of preserving her corpse for a fortnight, previously to its Snal interment, in one of the numerous vaults within the main walls of the building. The worldly reason, however, assigned for this singular proceeding, was one which I did not feel at liberty to dispute. The brother had been led to his resolution (so he told me) by considerations of the unusual character of the malady of the deceased, of certain obtrusive and eager inquiries on the part of her medical men, and of the remote and exposed situation of the burial ground of the family. I will not deny that when I called to mind the sinister countenance of the person whom I met upon the staircase, on the day of my arrival at the house, I had no desire to oppose what I regarded as at best but a harmless, and not by any means an unnatural precaution.2

At the request of Usher, I personally aided him in the arrangements for the temporary entombment. The body having been encofSned, we two alone bore it to its rest. The vault in which we placed it (and which had been so long unopened that our torches, half smothered in its oppressive atmo- sphere, gave us little opportunity for investigation) was small, damp, and utterly without means of admission for light; lying, at great depth, immedi- ately beneath that portion of the building in which was my own sleeping apartment. It had been used, apparently, in remote feudal times, for the worst purposes of a donjon3 keep, and, in later days, as a place of deposit for powder, or other highly combustible substance, as a portion of its ^oor, and the whole interior of a long archway through which we reached it, were care- fully sheathed with copper. The door, of massive iron, had been, also, simi- larly protected. Its im mense weight caused an unusually sharp grating sound, as it moved upon its hinges.

Having deposited our mournful burden upon tressels4 within this region of horror, we partially turned aside the yet unscrewed lid of the cofSn, and looked upon the face of the tenant. The exact similitude between the brother and sister even here again startled and confounded me. Usher, divining, perhaps, my thoughts, murmured out some few words from which I learned that the deceased and himself had been twins, and that sympathies of a scarcely intelligible nature had always existed between them. Our glances, however, rested not long upon the dead— for we could not regard her unawed. The disease which had thus entombed the lady in the maturity of youth, had left, as usual in all maladies of a strictly cataleptical character, the mockery of a faint blush upon the bosom and the face, and that suspi- ciously lingering smile upon the lip which is so terrible in death. We replaced and screwed down the lid, and, having secured the door of iron, made our

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5. An evil spirit supposed to lie upon people in their sleep.

way, with toil, into the scarcely less gloomy apartments of the upper portion of the house.

And now, some days of bitter grief having elapsed, an observable change came over the features of the mental disorder of my friend. His ordinary manner had vanished. His ordinary occupations were neglected or forgot- ten. He roamed from chamber to chamber with hurried, unequal, and objectless step. The pallor of his countenance had assumed, if possible, a more ghastly hue— but the luminousness of his eye had utterly gone out. The once occasional huskiness of his tone was heard no more; and a tremu- lous quaver, as if of extreme terror, habitually characterized his utterance.— There were times, indeed, when I thought his unceasingly agitated mind was laboring with an oppressive secret, to divulge which he struggled for the necessary courage. At times, again, I was obliged to resolve all into the mere inexplicable vagaries of madness, as I beheld him gazing upon vacancy for long hours, in an attitude of the profoundest attention, as if listening to some imaginary sound. It was no wonder that his condition terriSed— that it infected me. I felt creeping upon me, by slow yet certain degrees, the wild in^uences of his own fantastic yet impressive superstitions.

It was, most especially, upon retiring to bed late in the night of the sev- enth or eighth day after the entombment of the lady Madeline, that I experi- enced the full power of such feelings. Sleep came not near my couch— while the hours waned and waned away. I struggled to reason off the ner vous ness which had dominion over me. I endeavored to believe that much, if not all of what I felt, was due to the phantasmagoric in^uence of the gloomy furniture of the room— of the dark and tattered draperies, which, tortured into motion by the breath of a rising tempest, swayed Stfully to and fro upon the walls, and rustled uneasily about the decorations of the bed. But my efforts were fruitless. An irrepressible tremor gradually pervaded my frame; and, at length, there sat upon my very heart an incubus5 of utterly causeless alarm. Shaking this off with a gasp and a struggle, I uplifted myself upon the pil- lows, and, peering earnestly within the intense darkness of the chamber, harkened— I know not why, except that an instinctive spirit prompted me— to certain low and indeSnite sounds which came, through the pauses of the storm, at long intervals, I knew not whence. Overpowered by an intense senti- ment of horror, unaccountable yet unendurable, I threw on my clothes with haste, for I felt that I should sleep no more during the night, and endeavored to arouse myself from the pitiable condition into which I had fallen, by pac- ing rapidly to and fro through the apartment.

I had taken but few turns in this manner, when a light step on an adjoining staircase arrested my attention. I presently recognized it as that of Usher. In an instant afterwards he rapped, with a gentle touch, at my door, and entered, bearing a lamp. His countenance was, as usual, cadaverously wan— but there was a species of mad hilarity in his eyes— an evidently restrained hysteria in his whole demeanor. His air appalled me— but any thing was preferable to the solitude which I had so long endured, and I even welcomed his pres- ence as a relief.

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6. Not a real book. “Trist” here means meeting, or prearranged or fated encounter.

“And you have not seen it?” he said abruptly, after having stared about him for some moments in silence—“you have not then seen it?— but, stay! you shall.” Thus speaking, and having carefully shaded his lamp, he hur- ried to one of the gigantic casements, and threw it freely open to the storm.

The impetuous fury of the entering gust nearly lifted us from our feet. It was, indeed, a tempestuous yet sternly beautiful night, and one wildly sin- gular in its terror and its beauty. A whirlwind had apparently collected its force in our vicinity; for there were frequent and violent alterations in the direction of the wind; and the exceeding density of the clouds (which hung so low as to press upon the turrets of the house) did not prevent our perceiv- ing the life- like velocity with which they ^ew careering from all points against each other, without passing away into the distance. I say that even their exceeding density did not prevent our perceiving this— yet we had no glimpse of the moon or stars— nor was there any ^ashing forth of the lightning. But the under surfaces of the huge masses of agitated vapor, as well as all ter- restrial objects immediately around us, were glowing in the unnatural light of a faintly luminous and distinctly visible gaseous exhalation which hung about and enshrouded the mansion.

“You must not— you shall not behold this!” said I, shudderingly, to Usher, as I led him, with a gentle violence, from the window to a seat. “These appearances, which bewilder you, are merely electrical phenomena not uncommon— or it may be that they have their ghastly origin in the rank miasma of the tarn. Let us close this casement— the air is chilling and dangerous to your frame. Here is one of your favorite romances. I will read, and you shall listen— and so we will pass away this terrible night together.”

The antique volume which I had taken up was the “Mad Trist” of Sir Launcelot Canning6— but I had called it a favorite of Usher’s more in sad jest than in earnest; for, in truth, there is little in its uncouth and unimagi- native prolixity which could have had interest for the lofty and spiritual ideality of my friend. It was, however, the only book immediately at hand; and I indulged a vague hope that the excitement which now agitated the hypochondriac might Snd relief (for the history of mental disorder is full of similar anomalies) even in the extremeness of the folly which I should read. Could I have judged, indeed, by the wild, overstrained air of vivacity with which he harkened, or apparently harkened, to the words of the tale, I might have well congratulated myself upon the success of my design.

I had arrived at that well- known portion of the story where Ethelred, the hero of the Trist, having sought in vain for peaceable admission into the dwelling of the hermit, proceeds to make good an entrance by force. Here, it will be remembered, the words of the narrative run thus—

“And Ethelred, who was by nature of a doughty heart, and who was now mighty withal, on account of the powerfulness of the wine which he had drunken, waited no longer to hold parley with the hermit, who, in sooth, was of an obstinate and maliceful turn, but, feeling the rain upon his shoul- ders, and fearing the rising of the tempest, uplifted his mace outright, and, with blows, made quickly room in the plankings of the door for his gaunt- leted hand, and now pulling therewith sturdily, he so cracked, and ripped,

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and tore all asunder, that the noise of the dry and hollow- sounding wood alarummed and reverberated throughout the forest.”

At the termination of this sentence I started, and, for a moment, paused; for it appeared to me (although I at once concluded that my excited fancy had deceived me)— it appeared to me that, from some very remote portion of the mansion or of its vicinity, there came, indistinctly, to my ears, what might have been, in its exact similarity of character, the echo (but a sti^ed and dull one certainly) of the very cracking and ripping sound which Sir Launcelot had so particularly described. It was, beyond doubt, the coinci- dence alone which had arrested my attention; for, amid the rattling of the sashes of the casements, and the ordinary commingled noises of the still increasing storm, the sound, in itself, had nothing, surely, which should have interested or disturbed me. I continued the story.

“But the good champion Ethelred, now entering within the door, was sore enraged and amazed to perceive no signal of the maliceful hermit; but, in the stead thereof, a dragon of scaly and prodigious demeanor, and of a Sery tongue, which sate in guard before a palace of gold, with a ^oor of silver; and upon the wall there hung a shield of shining brass with this leg- end enwritten—

Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin, Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win.

And Ethelred uplifted his mace, and struck upon the head of the dragon, which fell before him, and gave up his pesty breath, with a shriek so horrid and harsh, and withal so piercing, that Ethelred had fain to close his ears with his hands against the dreadful noise of it, the like whereof was never before heard.”

Here again I paused abruptly, and now with a feeling of wild amazement— for there could be no doubt what ever that, in this instance, I did actually hear (although from what direction it proceeded I found it impossible to say) a low and apparently distant, but harsh, protracted, and most unusual scream- ing or grating sound— the exact counterpart of what my fancy had already conjured up as the sound of the dragon’s unnatural shriek as described by the romancer.

Oppressed, as I certainly was, upon the occurrence of this second and most extraordinary coincidence, by a thousand con^icting sensations, in which wonder and extreme terror were predominant, I still retained sufS- cient presence of mind to avoid exciting, by any observation, the sensitive ner vous ness of my companion. I was by no means certain that he had noticed the sounds in question; although, assuredly, a strange alteration had, during the last few minutes, taken place in his demeanor. From a position fronting my own, he had gradually brought round his chair, so as to sit with his face to the door of the chamber, and thus I could but partially perceive his fea- tures, although I saw that his lips trembled as if he were murmuring inaudi- bly. His head had dropped upon his breast— yet I knew that he was not asleep, from the wide and rigid opening of the eye, as I caught a glance of it in proSle. The motion of his body, too, was at variance with his idea— for he rocked from side to side with a gentle yet constant and uniform sway. Having rapidly taken notice of all this, I resumed the narrative of Sir Launcelot, which thus proceeded:—

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“And now, the champion, having escaped from the terrible fury of the dragon, bethinking himself of the brazen shield, and of the breaking up of the enchantment which was upon it, removed the carcass from out of the way before him, and approached valorously over the silver pavement of the castle to where the shield was upon the wall; which in sooth tarried not for his full coming, but fell down at his feet upon the silver ^oor, with a mighty great and terrible ringing sound.”

No sooner had these syllables passed my lips, than— as if a shield of brass had indeed, at the moment, fallen heavily upon a ^oor of silver— I became aware of a distinct, hollow, metallic, and clangorous, yet apparently muf^ed reverberation. Completely unnerved, I started convulsively to my feet, but the mea sured rocking movement of Usher was undisturbed. I rushed to the chair in which he sat. His eyes were bent Sxedly before him, and throughout his whole countenance there reigned a more than stony rigidity. But, as I laid my hand upon his shoulder, there came a strong shudder over his frame; a sickly smile quivered about his lips; and I saw that he spoke in a low, hur- ried, and gibbering murmur, as if unconscious of my presence. Bending closely over his person, I at length drank in the hideous import of his words.

“Not hear it?— yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long— long—long—many minutes, many hours, many days, have I heard it— yet I dared not— oh, pity me, miserable wretch that I am!— I dared not— I dared not speak! We have put her living in the tomb! Said I not that my senses were acute?— I now tell you that I heard her Srst feeble movements in the hollow cofSn. I heard them— many, many days ago— yet I dared not—I dared not speak! And now—to- night—Ethelred—ha! ha!— the breaking of the hermit’s door, and the death- cry of the dragon, and the clangor of the shield— say, rather, the rending of the cofSn, and the grating of the iron hinges, and her struggles within the coppered archway of the vault! Oh whither shall I ^y? Will she not be here anon? Is she not hurrying to upbraid me for my haste? Have I not heard her footsteps on the stair? Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart? Madman!”— here he sprung violently to his feet, and shrieked out his syllables, as if in the effort he were giving up his soul—“Madman! I tell you that she now stands without the door!”

As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell— the huge antique pannels to which the speaker pointed, threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rushing gust— but then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded Sgure of the lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a moment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro upon the threshold— then, with a low moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and in her horrible and now Snal death- agonies, bore him to the ^oor a corpse, and a victim to the terrors he had dreaded.

From that chamber, and from that mansion, I ^ed aghast. The storm was still abroad in all its wrath as I found myself crossing the old causeway. Sud- denly there shot along the path a wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so unusual could have issued— for the vast house and its shadows were alone behind me. The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood- red moon, which now shone vividly through that once barely- discernible

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1. This tale is reprinted from its Srst appearance in the Philadelphia annual The Gift, dated 1840 but published in September 1839. Poe drew on memories of the school he attended at Stoke- Newington (Bransby was the name of his princi- pal there).

2. The epigraph is not in this 1659 poem by the En glish poet William Chamberlayne (1619– 1689); something like the epigraph does appear in his Love’s Victory (1658). 3. Elagabalus (b. 204), boy emperor of Rome (r. 218– 22), murdered by the imperial guards.

Sssure, of which I have before spoken, as extending from the roof of the building, in a zig- zag direction, to the base. While I gazed, this Sssure rap- idly widened— there came a Serce breath of the whirlwind— the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight— my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder— there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters— and the deep and dank tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the “House of Usher.”

1839

William Wilson. A Tale1

What say of it? what say of conscience grim, That spectre in my path?

—Chamberlaine’s Pharronida2

Let me call myself, for the present, William Wilson. The fair page now lying before me need not be sullied with my real appellation. This has been already too much an object for the scorn, for the horror, for the detestation of my race. To the uttermost regions of the globe have not the indignant winds bruited its unparalleled infamy? oh, outcast of all outcasts most abandoned! To the earth art thou not for ever dead? to its honours, to its ^owers, to its golden aspirations? and a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven?

I would not, if I could, here or to- day, embody a record of my later years of unspeakable misery, and unpardonable crime. This epoch— these later years— took unto themselves a sudden elevation in turpitude, whose origin alone it is my present purpose to assign. Men usually grow base by degrees. From me, in an instant, all virtue dropped bodily as a mantle. I shrouded my nakedness in triple guilt. From comparatively trivial wickedness I passed, with the stride of a giant, into more than the enormities of an Elah- Gabalus.3 What chance, what one event brought this evil thing to pass, bear with me while I relate. Death approaches; and the shadow which foreruns him has thrown a softening in^uence over my spirit. I long, in passing through the dim valley, for the sympathy— I had nearly said for the pity— of my fellow- men. I would fain have them believe that I have been, in some mea sure, the slave of circumstances beyond human control. I would wish them to seek out for me, in the details I am about to give, some little oasis of fatality amid a wilderness of error. I would have them allow— what they cannot refrain from allowing— that, although temptation may have erewhile existed as great, man was never thus, at least, tempted before— certainly, never thus fell. And therefore has he never thus suffered. Have I not indeed been living in a dream? And am I not now dying a victim to the horror and the mystery of the wildest of all sub- lunary visions?

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4. Assistant schoolmasters.

I am come of a race whose imaginative and easily excitable temperament has at all times rendered them remarkable; and, in my earliest infancy, I gave evidence of having fully inherited the family character. As I advanced in years it was more strongly developed; becoming, for many reasons, a cause of serious disquietude to my friends, and of positive injury to myself. I grew self- willed, addicted to the wildest caprices, and a prey to the most ungovernable passions. Weak- minded, and beset with constitutional inSr- mities akin to my own, my parents could do but little to check the evil pro- pensities which distinguished me. Some feeble and ill- directed efforts resulted in complete failure on their part, and of course, in total triumph on mine. Thenceforward my voice was a house hold law; and at an age when few children have abandoned their leading- strings, I was left to the guidance of my own will, and became, in all but name, the master of my own actions.

My earliest recollections of a school- life are connected with a large, ram- bling, cottage- built, and somewhat decayed building in a misty- looking vil- lage of En gland, where were a vast number of gigantic and gnarled trees, and where all the houses were excessively ancient and inordinately tall. In truth, it was a dream- like and spirit- soothing place, that venerable old town. At this moment, in fancy, I feel the refreshing chilliness of its deeply- shadowed ave- nues, inhale the fragrance of its thousand shrubberies, and thrill anew with undeSnable delight, at the deep, hollow note of the church- bell, breaking each hour, with sullen and sudden roar, upon the stillness of the dusky atmo- sphere in which the old, fretted, Gothic steeple lay imbedded and asleep.

It gives me, perhaps, as much of plea sure as I can now in any manner experience, to dwell upon minute recollections of the school and its con- cerns. Steeped in misery as I am— misery, alas! only too real— I shall be pardoned for seeking relief, however slight and temporary, in the weakness of a few rambling details. These, moreover, utterly trivial, and even ridicu- lous in themselves, assume, to my fancy, adventitious importance as con- nected with a period and a locality, when and where I recognise the Srst ambiguous monitions of the destiny which afterwards so fully overshad- owed me. Let me then remember.

The house, I have said, was old, irregular, and cottage- built. The grounds were extensive, and an enormously high and solid brick wall, topped with a bed of mortar and broken glass, encompassed the whole. This prison- like rampart formed the limit of our domain; beyond it we saw but thrice a week— once every Saturday afternoon, when, attended by two ushers,4 we were permitted to take brief walks in a body through some of the neigh- bouring Selds— and twice during Sunday, when we were paraded in the same formal manner to the morning and eve ning ser vice in the one church of the village. Of this church the principal of our school was pastor. With how deep a spirit of wonder and perplexity was I wont to regard him from our remote pew in the gallery, as, with step solemn and slow he ascended the pulpit! This reverend man, with countenance so demurely benign, with robes so glossy and so clerically ^owing, with wig so minutely powdered, so rigid and so vast— could this be he who of late, with sour visage, and in

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5. Merciless and severe; derived from Draco, Athenian lawgiver, whose stringent code of laws (621? b.c.e.) set death as the penalty for numer- ous crimes. 6. Ornamental garden.

7. Hard and forceful punishment (French); refers to the practice of crushing people to death under large ^at rocks. “Dominie”: minister or school- teacher (Bransby was both).

snuffy habiliments, administered, ferule in hand, the Draconian5 laws of the academy? Oh, gigantic paradox too utterly monstrous for solution!

At an angle of the ponderous wall frowned a more ponderous gate. It was riveted and studded with iron bolts, and surmounted with jagged iron spikes. What impressions of deep awe it inspired! It was never opened save for the three periodical egressions and ingressions already mentioned; then, in every creak of its mighty hinges we found a plenitude of mystery, a world of matter for solemn remark, or for far more solemn meditation.

The extensive enclosure was irregular in form, having many capacious recesses. Of these, three or four of the largest constituted the play- ground. It was level, and covered with Sne hard gravel. I well remember it had no trees, nor benches, nor any thing similar within it. Of course it was in the rear of the house. In front lay a small parterre,6 planted with box and other shrubs; but through this sacred division we passed only upon rare occasions indeed, such as a Srst advent or Snal departure from school, or perhaps, when a parent or friend having called for us, we joyfully took our way home for the Christmas or Mid- summer holydays.

But the house— how quaint an old building was this!— to me how veri- tably a palace of enchantment! There was really no end to its windings, to its incomprehensible sub- divisions. It was impossible, at any given time, to say with certainty upon which of its two stories one happened to be. From each room to every other there were sure to be found three or four steps either in ascent or descent. Then the lateral branches were innumerable— inconceivable, and so returning in upon themselves, that our most exact ideas in regard to the whole mansion were not very far different from those with which we pondered upon inSnity. During the Sve years of my resi- dence here I was never able to ascertain with precision, in what remote locality lay the little sleeping apartment assigned to myself and some eigh- teen or twenty other scholars.

The school- room was the largest in the house— I could not help thinking, in the world. It was very long, narrow, and dismally low, with pointed Gothic windows and a ceiling of oak. In a remote and terror- inspiring angle was a square enclosure of eight or ten feet, comprising the sanctum, “during hours,” of our principal, the Reverend Dr. Bransby. It was a solid structure, with massy door, sooner than open which in the absence of “the Dominie,” we would all have willingly perished by the peine forte et dure.7 In other angles were two other similar boxes, far less reverenced, indeed, but still greatly matters of awe. One of these was the pulpit of “the classical” usher, one of the “En glish and mathematical.” Interspersed about the room, crossing and recrossing in endless irregularity, were innumerable benches and desks, black, ancient, and time- worn, piled desperately with much- bethumbed books, and so beseamed with initial letters, names at full length, meaning- less gashes, grotesque Sgures, and other multiplied efforts of the knife, as to have utterly lost what little of original form might have been their portion in

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8. Five- year period. 9. Extreme, exaggerated (French). 1. Medals of Carthage (the ancient sea power on the Mediterranean near modern Tunis, defeated by Rome in the 2nd century b.c.e.). “Exergues”: the spaces beneath the central design on the

reverse of coins. 2. Memorizings. 3. From Voltaire’s Le Mondain (1736): “Oh, this age of iron is a good time” (French). Iron implies dull utilitarianism.

days long departed. A huge bucket with water stood at one extremity of the room, and a clock of stupendous dimensions at the other.

Encompassed by the massy walls of this venerable academy I passed, yet not in tedium or disgust, the years of the third lustrum8 of my life. The teeming brain of childhood requires no external world of incident to occupy or amuse it, and the apparently dismal monotony of a school, was replete with more intense excitement than my riper youth has derived from luxury, or my full manhood from crime. Yet I must believe that my Srst mental developement had in it much of the uncommon, even much of the outré.9 Upon mankind at large the events of very early existence rarely leave in mature age any deSnite impression. All is gray shadow— a weak and irregu- lar remembrance— an indistinct regathering of feeble pleasures and phan- tasmagoric pains. With me this is not so. In childhood I must have felt with the energy of a man what I now Snd stamped upon memory in lines as vivid, as deep, and as durable as the exergues of the Carthaginian medals.1

Yet in fact— in the fact of the world’s view— how little was there to remem- ber! The morning’s awakening, the nightly summons to bed; the connings,2 the recitations; the periodical half- holidays and perambulations; the play- ground, with its broils, its pastimes, its intrigues— these, by a mental sorcery long forgotten, were made to involve a wilderness of sensation, a world of rich incident, an universe of varied emotion, of excitement the most passionate and spirit- stirring. “Oh, le bon temps, que ce siècle de fer!”3

In truth, the ardency, the enthusiasm, and the imperiousness of my dis- position soon rendered me a marked character among my schoolmates, and by slow but natural gradations, gave me an ascendency over all not greatly older than myself— over all with one single exception. This exception was found in the person of a scholar, who although no relation, bore the same Christian and surname as myself— a circumstance, in truth, little remark- able, for, notwithstanding a noble descent, mine was one of those every- day appellations which seem, by prescriptive right, to have been, time out of mind, the common property of the mob. In this narrative I have therefore designated myself as William Wilson— a Sctitious title not very dissimilar to the real. My namesake alone, of those who in school phraseology consti- tuted “our set,” presumed to compete with me in the studies of the class, in the sports and broils of the play- ground—to refuse implicit belief in my assertions, and submission to my will— indeed to interfere with my arbi- trary dictation in any respect whatsoever. If there be on earth a supreme and unqualiSed despotism, it is the despotism of a master mind in boyhood over the less energetic spirits of his companions.

Wilson’s rebellion was to me a source of the greatest embarrassment— the more so as, in spite of the bravado with which in public I made a point of treating him and his pretensions, I secretly felt that I feared him, and could not help thinking the equality which he maintained so easily with myself a proof of his true superiority, since not to be overcome cost me a

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4. Poe was born on January 19, 1809.

perpetual struggle. Yet this superiority— even this equality— was in truth acknowledged by no one but myself; our companions, by some unaccount- able blindness, seemed not even to suspect it. Indeed, his competition, his re sis tance, and especially his impertinent and dogged interference with my purposes, were not more pointed than private. He appeared to be utterly destitute alike of the ambition which urged, and of the passionate energy of mind which enabled me to excel. In his rivalry he might have been sup- posed actuated solely by a whimsical desire to thwart, astonish, or mortify myself; although there were times when I could not help observing, with a feeling made up of wonder, abasement, and pique, that he mingled with his injuries, his insults, or his contradictions, a certain most inappropriate, and assuredly most unwelcome affectionateness of manner. I could only con- ceive this singular behaviour to arise from a consummate self- conceit assuming the vulgar airs of patronage and protection.

Perhaps it was this latter trait in Wilson’s conduct, conjoined with our identity of name, and the mere accident of our having entered the school upon the same day, which set a^oat the notion that we were brothers, among the se nior classes in the academy. These do not usually inquire with much strictness into the affairs of their ju niors. I have before said, or should have said, that Wilson was not, in the most remote degree, connected with my family. But assuredly if we had been brothers we must have been twins, for, since leaving Dr. Bransby’s, I casually learned that my namesake— a some- what remarkable coincidence— was born on the nineteenth of January, 1811— and this is precisely the day of my own nativity.4

It may seem strange that in spite of the continual anxiety occasioned me by the rivalry of Wilson, and his intolerable spirit of contradiction, I could not bring myself to hate him altogether. We had, to be sure, nearly every day a quarrel, in which, yielding me publicly the palm of victory, he, in some manner, contrived to make me feel that it was he who had deserved it; yet a sense of pride upon my part, and a veritable dignity upon his own, kept us always upon what are called “speaking terms,” while there were many points of strong congeniality in our tempers, operating to awake in me a sentiment which our position alone, perhaps, prevented from ripening into friendship. It is difScult, indeed, to deSne, or even to describe, my real feelings towards him. They were formed of a heterogeneous mixture— some petulant animosity, which was not yet hatred, some esteem, more respect, much fear, with a world of uneasy curiosity. To the moralist fully acquainted with the minute springs of human action, it will be unnecessary to say, in addition, that Wilson and myself were the most inseparable of companions.

It was no doubt the anomalous state of affairs existing between us which turned all my attacks upon him, and they were many, either open or covert, into the channel of banter or practical joke (giving pain while assuming the aspect of mere fun) rather than into that of a more serious and determined hostility. But my endeavours on this head were by no means uniformly suc- cessful, even when my plans were the most wittily concocted; for my name- sake had much about him, in character, of that unassuming and quiet austerity which, while enjoying the poignancy of its own jokes, has no heel

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of Achilles5 in itself, and absolutely refuses to be laughed at. I could Snd, indeed, but one vulnerable point, and that, lying in a personal peculiarity arising, perhaps, from constitutional disease, would have been spared by any antagonist less at his wit’s end than myself— my rival had a weakness in the faucial or guttural organs which precluded him from raising his voice at any time above a very low whisper. Of this defect I did not fail to take what poor advantage lay in my power.

Wilson’s retaliations in kind were many, and there was one form of his practical wit that disturbed me beyond mea sure. How his sagacity Srst dis- covered at all that so petty a thing would vex me is a question I never could solve— but, having discovered, he habitually practised the annoyance. I had always felt aversion to my uncourtly patronymic, and its very common, if not plebeian, praenomen. The words were venom in my ears; and when, upon the day of my arrival, a second William Wilson came also to the acad- emy, I felt angry with him for bearing the name, and doubly disgusted with the name because a stranger bore it who would be the cause of its twofold repetition, who would be constantly in my presence, and whose concerns, in the ordinary routine of the school business, must, inevitably, on account of the detestable coincidence, be often confounded with my own.

The feeling of vexation thus engendered, grew stronger with every cir- cumstance tending to show resemblance, moral or physical, between my rival and myself. I had not then discovered the remarkable fact that we were of the same age; but I saw that we were of the same height, and I perceived that we were not altogether unlike in general contour of person and outline of feature. I was galled, too, by the rumour touching a relationship which had grown current in the upper forms. In a word, nothing could more seriously disturb me, (although I scrupulously concealed such disturbance,) than any allusion to a similarity of mind, person, or condition existing between us. But, in truth, I had no reason to believe that (with the exception of the mat- ter of relationship, and in the case of Wilson himself,) this similarity had ever been made a subject of comment, or even observed at all by our school- fellows. That he observed it in all its bearings, and as Sxedly as I, was appar- ent, but that he could discover in such circumstances so fruitful a Seld of annoyance for myself can only be attributed, as I said before, to his more than ordinary penetration.

His cue, which was to perfect an imitation of myself, lay both in words and in actions; and most admirably did he play his part. My dress it was an easy matter to copy; my gait and general manner were, without difSculty, appropriated; in spite of his constitutional defect, even my voice did not escape him. My louder tones were, of course, unattempted, but then the key, it was identical; and his singular whisper, it grew the very echo of my own.

How greatly this most exquisite portraiture harassed me, (for it could not justly be termed a caricature,) I will not now venture to describe. I had but one consolation— in the fact that the imitation, apparently, was noticed by myself alone, and that I had to endure only the knowing and strangely sar- castic smiles of my namesake himself. SatisSed with having produced in

5. I.e., no vulnerable spot. The mother of Achilles, the hero of Homer’s Iliad, tried to make her son immortal by dipping him into the river Styx. But no water touched the heel she held him by, and that is where he received his death wound.

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my bosom the intended effect, he seemed to chuckle in secret over the sting he had in^icted, and was characteristically disregardful of the public applause which the success of his witty endeavours might have so easily elicited. That the school, indeed, did not feel his design, perceive its accom- plishment, and participate in his sneer, was, for many anxious months, a riddle I could not resolve. Perhaps the gradation of his copy rendered it not so readily perceptible, or, more possibly, I owed my security to the masterly air of the copyist, who, disdaining the letter, which in a painting is all the obtuse can see, gave but the full spirit of his original for my individual con- templation and chagrin.

I have already more than once spoken of the disgusting air of patronage which he assumed towards me, and of his frequent ofScious interference with my will. This interference often took the ungracious character of advice; advice not openly given, but hinted or insinuated. I received it with a repug- nance which gained strength as I grew in years. Yet, at this distant day, let me do him the simple justice to acknowledge that I can recall no occasion when the suggestions of my rival were on the side of those errors or follies so usual to his immature age, and seeming inexperience; that his moral sense, at least, if not his general talents and worldly wisdom, was far keener than my own; and that I might, to- day, have been a better, and thus a happier man, had I more seldom rejected the counsels embodied in those meaning whispers which I then but too cordially hated, and too bitterly derided.

As it was, I at length grew restive in the extreme, under his distasteful supervision, and daily resented more and more openly what I considered his intolerable arrogance. I have said that, in the Srst years of our connex- ion as schoolmates, my feelings in regard to him might have been easily ripened into friendship; but, in the latter months of my residence at the academy, although the intrusion of his ordinary manner had, beyond doubt, in some mea sure, abated, my sentiments, in nearly similar proportion, par- took very much of positive hatred. Upon one occasion he saw this, I think, and afterwards avoided, or made a show of avoiding me.

It was about the same period, if I remember aright, that, in an altercation of violence with him, in which he was more than usually thrown off his guard, and spoke and acted with an openness of demeanour rather foreign to his nature, I discovered, or fancied I discovered, in his accent, his air, and general appearance, a something which Srst startled, and then deeply interested me, by bringing to mind dim visions of my earliest infancy; wild, confused, and thronging memories of a time when memory herself was yet unborn. I cannot better describe the sensation which oppressed me than by saying that I could with difSculty shake off the belief that myself and the being who stood before me had been acquainted at some epoch very long ago; some point of the past even inSnitely remote. The delusion, however, faded rapidly as it came; and I mention it at all but to deSne the day of the last conversation I there held with my singular namesake.

The huge old house, with its countless subdivisions, had several enor- mously large chambers communicating with each other, where slept the greater number of the students. There were, however, as must necessarily happen in a building so awkwardly planned, many little nooks or recesses, the odds and ends of the structure; and these the economic ingenuity of Dr. Bransby had also Stted up as dormitories— although, being the merest

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closets, they were capable of accommodating only a single individual. One of these small apartments was occupied by Wilson.

It was upon a gloomy and tempestuous night of an early autumn, about the close of my Sfth year at the school, and immediately after the altercation just mentioned, that, Snding every one wrapped in sleep, I arose from bed, and, lamp in hand, stole through a wilderness of narrow passages from my own bed- room to that of my rival. I had been long plotting one of those ill- natured pieces of practical wit at his expense in which I had hitherto been so uniformly unsuccessful. It was my intention, now, to put my scheme in operation, and I resolved to make him feel the whole extent of the malice with which I was imbued. Having reached his closet, I noiselessly entered, leaving the lamp with a shade over it, on the outside. I advanced a step, and listened to the sound of his tranquil breathing. Assured of his being asleep, I returned, took the light, and with it again approached the bed. Close cur- tains were around it, which, in the prosecution of my plan, I slowly and qui- etly withdrew, when the bright rays fell vividly upon the sleeper, and my eyes, at the same moment upon his countenance. I looked, and a numbness, an iciness of feeling instantly pervaded my frame. My breast heaved, my knees tottered, my whole spirit became possessed with an objectless yet intolerable horror. Gasping for breath, I lowered the lamp in still nearer proximity to the face. Were these—these the lineaments of William Wilson? I saw, indeed, that they were his, but I shook as with a St of the ague in fan- cying they were not. What was there about them to confound me in this manner? I gazed— while my brain reeled with a multitude of incoherent thoughts. Not thus he appeared— assuredly not thus— in the vivacity of his waking hours. The same name; the same contour of person; the same day of arrival at the academy! And then his dogged and meaningless imitation of my gait, my voice, my habits, and my manner! Was it, in truth, within the bounds of human possibility that what I now witnessed was the result of the habitual practice of this sarcastic imitation? Awe- stricken, and with a creep- ing shudder, I extinguished the lamp, passed silently from the chamber, and left, at once, the halls of that old academy, never to enter them again.

After a lapse of some months, spent at home in mere idleness, I found myself a student at Eton.6 The brief interval had been sufScient to enfeeble my remembrance of the events at Dr. Bransby’s, or at least, to effect a mate- rial change in the nature of the feelings with which I remembered them. The truth— the tragedy— of the drama was no more. I could now Snd room to doubt the evidence of my senses; and seldom called up the subject at all but with wonder at the extent of human credulity, and a smile at the vivid force of the imagination which I hereditarily possessed. Neither was this species of scepticism likely to be diminished by the character of the life I led at Eton. The vortex of thoughtless folly into which I there so immedi- ately and so recklessly plunged, washed away all but the froth of my past hours— engulfed, at once, every solid or serious impression, and left to memory only the veriest levities of a former existence.

I do not wish, however, to trace the course of my miserable pro^igacy here— a pro^igacy which set at deSance the laws, while it eluded the vigilance of the institution. Three years of folly, passed without proSt, had but given me

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6. Well-known English boarding school for teenage boys.

rooted habits of vice, and added, in a somewhat unusual degree, to my bodily stature, when, after a week of soulless dissipation, I invited a small party of the most dissolute students to a secret carousal in my chamber. We met at a late hour of the night, for our debaucheries were to be faithfully protracted until morning. The wine ^owed freely, and there were not wanting other, per- haps more dangerous, seductions; so that the gray dawn had already faintly appeared in the east, while our delirious extravagance was at its height. Madly ^ushed with cards and intoxication, I was in the act of insisting upon a toast of more than intolerable profanity, when my attention was suddenly diverted by the violent, although partial unclosing of the door of the apartment, and by the eager voice from without of a servant. He said that some person, appar- ently in great haste, demanded to speak with me in the hall.

Wildly excited with the potent Vin de Barac,7 the unexpected interrup- tion rather delighted than surprised me. I staggered forward at once, and a few steps brought me to the vestibule of the building. In this low and small room there hung no lamp; and now no light at all was admitted, save that of the exceedingly feeble dawn which made its way through a semicircular window. As I put my foot over the threshold I became aware of the Sgure of a youth about my own height, and (what then peculiarly struck my mad fancy) habited in a white cassimere morning frock, cut in the novel fashion of the one I myself wore at the moment. This the faint light enabled me to perceive— but the features of his face I could not distinguish. Immediately upon my entering he strode hurriedly up to me, and, seizing me by the arm with a gesture of petulant impatience, whispered the words “William Wil- son!” in my ear. I grew perfectly sober in an instant.

There was that in the manner of the stranger, and in the tremulous shake of his uplifted Snger, as he held it between my eyes and the light, which Slled me with unqualiSed amazement— but it was not this which had so violently moved me. It was the pregnancy of solemn admonition in the sin- gular, low, hissing utterance; and, above all, it was the character, the tone, the key, of those few, simple, and familiar, yet whispered, syllables, which came with a thousand thronging memories of by- gone days, and struck upon my soul with the shock of a galvanic battery. Ere I could recover the use of my senses he was gone.

Although this event failed not of a vivid effect upon my disordered imag- ination, yet was it evanescent as vivid. For some weeks, indeed, I busied myself in earnest inquiry, or was wrapped in a cloud of morbid speculation. I did not pretend to disguise from my perception the identity of the singular individual who thus perseveringly interfered with my affairs, and harassed me with his insinuated counsel. But who and what was this Wilson?— and whence came he?— and what were his purposes? Upon neither of these points could I be satisSed— merely ascertaining, in regard to him, that a sudden accident in his family had caused his removal from Dr. Bransby’s Academy on the afternoon of the day in which I myself had eloped. But in a brief period I ceased to think upon the subject; my attention being all absorbed in a contemplated departure for Oxford. Thither I soon went; the uncalculating vanity of my parents furnished me with an outSt, and annual establishment, which would enable me to indulge at will in the luxury

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7. An Italian wine.

8. To outdo Herod in wickedness. In medieval mystery plays a favorite luridly acted villain was Herod (75– 4 b.c.e.), the cruel king of Judea who ordered the massacre of the young male children of Bethlehem (Matthew 2).

9. Athenian rhetorician (2nd century), proverbial for his extreme wealth. “Parvenu”: upstart, newly rich (French). 1. Card game for two people.

already so dear to my heart— to vie in profuseness of expenditure with the haughtiest heirs of the wealthiest earldoms in Great Britain.

Excited by such appliances to vice, my constitutional temperament broke forth with redoubled ardour, and I spurned even the common restraints of decency in the mad infatuation of my revels. But it were absurd to pause in the detail of my extravagance. Let it sufSce, that among spendthrifts I out- heroded Herod,8 and that, giving name to a multitude of novel follies, I added no brief appendix to the long cata logue of vices then usual in the most dissolute university of Eu rope.

It could hardly be credited, however, that I had, even here, so utterly fallen from the gentlemanly estate as to seek acquaintance with the vilest arts of the gambler by profession, and, having become an adept in his despicable science, to practise it habitually as a means of increasing my already enor- mous income at the expense of the weak- minded among my fellow- collegians. Such, nevertheless, was the fact. And the very enormity of this offence against all manly and honourable sentiment proved, beyond doubt, the main, if not the sole reason of the impunity with which it was committed. Who, indeed, among my most abandoned associates, would not rather have disputed the clearest evidence of his senses, than have suspected of such courses the gay, the frank, the generous William Wilson— the noblest and most liberal commoner at Oxford— him whose follies (said his parasites) were but the follies of youth and unbridled fancy— whose errors but inimi- table whim— whose darkest vice but a careless and dashing extravagance.

I had been now two years successfully busied in this way, when there came to the university a young parvenu nobleman, Glendinning— rich, said report, as Herodes Atticus9— his riches, too, as easily acquired. I soon found him of weak intellect, and, of course, marked him as a Stting subject for my skill. I frequently engaged him in play, and contrived, with a gambler’s usual art, to let him win considerable sums, the more effectually to entangle him in my snares. At length, my schemes being ripe, I met him (with the full intention that this meeting should be Snal and decisive) at the chambers of a fellow- commoner, (Mr. Preston,) equally intimate with both, but who, to do him justice, entertained not even a remote suspicion of my design. To give to this a better colouring, I had contrived to have assembled a party of some eight or ten, and was solicitously careful that the introduction of cards should appear accidental, and originate in the proposal of my contemplated dupe himself. To be brief upon a vile topic, none of the low Snesse was omit- ted, so customary upon similar occasions that it is a just matter for wonder how any are still found so besotted as to fall its victim.

We had protracted our sitting far into the night, and I had at length effected the manœuvre of getting Glendinning as my sole antagonist. The game, too, was my favourite écarté.1 The rest of the company, interested in the extent of our play, had abandoned their own cards, and were standing around us as spectators. The parvenu, who had been induced by my artiSces in the early part of the eve ning to drink deeply, now shuf^ed, dealt, or played

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with a wild ner vous ness of manner for which his intoxication, I thought, might partially, but could not altogether, account. In a very short period he had become my debtor to a large amount of money, when, having taken a long draught of port, he did precisely what I had been cooly anticipating, proposed to double our already extravagant stakes. With a well feigned show of reluctance, and not until after my repeated refusal had seduced him into some angry words which gave a colour of pique to my compliance, did I Snally comply. The result, of course, did but prove how entirely the prey was in my toils— in less than a single hour he had qua dru pled his debt. For some time his countenance had been losing the ^orid tinge lent it by the wine— but now, to my astonishment, I perceived that it had grown to a pallor truly fearful. I say to my astonishment. Glendinning had been represented to my eager inquiries as immeasurably wealthy; and the sums which he had as yet lost, although in themselves vast, could not, I supposed, very seriously annoy, much less so violently affect him. That he was overcome by the wine just swallowed, was the idea which most readily presented itself; and, rather with a view to the preservation of my own character in the eyes of my associates, than from any less interested motive, I was about to insist, peremptorily, upon a discontinuance of the play, when some expressions at my elbow from among the company, and an ejaculation evincing utter despair on the part of Glendinning, gave me to understand that I had effected his total ruin under circumstances which, rendering him an object for the pity of all, should have protected him from the ill ofSces of a Send.

What now might have been my conduct it is difScult to say. The pitiable condition of my dupe had thrown an air of embarrassed gloom over all, and, for some moments, a profound and unbroken silence was maintained, dur- ing which I could not help feeling my cheeks tingle with the many burning glances of scorn or reproach cast upon me by the less abandoned of the party. I will even own that an intolerable weight of anxiety was for a brief instant lifted from my bosom by the sudden and extraordinary interruption which ensued. The wide, heavy folding doors of the apartment were all at once thrown open, to their full extent, with a vigorous and rushing impetu- osity that extinguished, as if by magic, every candle in the room. Their light, in dying, enabled us just to perceive that a stranger had entered of about my own height, and closely muf^ed in a cloak. The darkness, however, was now total; and we could only feel that he was standing in our midst. Before any one of us could recover from the extreme astonishment into which this rudeness had thrown all, we heard the voice of the intruder.

“Gentlemen”—he said, in a low, distinct, and never- to- be- forgotten whis- per which thrilled to the very marrow of my bones—“Gentlemen, I make no apology for this behaviour, because in thus behaving I am but fulSlling a duty. You are, beyond doubt, uninformed of the true character of the per- son who has to- night won at écarté a large sum of money from Lord Glendinning. I will therefore put you upon an expeditious and decisive plan of obtaining this very necessary information. Please to examine, at your leisure, the inner linings of the cuff of his left sleeve, and the several little packages which may be found in the somewhat capacious pockets of his embroidered morning wrapper.”

While he spoke, so profound was the stillness that one might have heard a pin dropping upon the ^oor. In ceasing, he at once departed, and as abruptly

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2. Face cards. “Arrondé”: rounded (French).

as he had entered. Can I— shall I describe my sensations?— must I say that I felt all the horrors of the damned? Most assuredly I had but little time given for re^ection. Many hands roughly seized me upon the spot, and lights were immediately reprocured. A search ensued. In the lining of my sleeve were found all of the court- cards essential in écarté, and, in the pockets of my wrapper, a number of packs, fac- similes of those used at our sittings, with the single exception that mine were of the species called, technically, arrondé; the honours2 being slightly convex at the ends, the lower cards slightly convex at the sides. In this disposition, the dupe who cuts, as customary, at the breadth of the pack, will invariably Snd that he cuts his antagonist an honour; while the gambler, cutting at the length, will, as certainly, cut nothing for his victim which may count in the rec ords of the game.

Any outrageous burst of indignation upon this shameful discovery would have affected me less than the silent contempt, or the sarcastic composure with which it was received.

“Mr. Wilson,” said our host, stooping to remove from beneath his feet an exceedingly luxurious cloak of rare furs, “Mr. Wilson, this is your property.” (The weather was cold; and, upon quitting my own room, I had thrown a cloak over my dressing wrapper, putting it off upon reaching the scene of play.) “I presume it is supererogatory to seek here (eyeing the folds of the garment with a bitter smile,) for any farther evidence of your skill. Indeed we have had enough. You will see the necessity, I hope, of quitting Oxford— at all events, of quitting, instantly, my chambers.”

Abased, humbled to the dust as I then was, it is probable that I should have resented this galling language by immediate personal violence, had not my whole attention been immediately arrested, by a fact of the most startling character. The cloak which I had worn was of a rare description of fur; how rare, how extravagantly costly, I shall not venture to say. Its fash- ion, too, was of my own fantastic invention; for I was fastidious, to a degree of absurd coxcombry, in matters of this frivolous nature. When, therefore, Mr. Preston reached me that which he had picked up upon the ^oor, and near the folding doors of the apartment, it was with an astonishment nearly bordering upon terror, that I perceived my own already hanging on my arm, (where I had no doubt unwittingly placed it,) and that the one presented me was but its exact counterpart in every, in even the minutest possible par tic- u lar. The singular being who had so disastrously exposed me, had been muf^ed, I remembered, in a cloak; and none had been worn at all by any of the members of our party with the exception of myself. Retaining some presence of mind, I took the one offered me by Preston, placed it, unno- ticed, over my own, left the apartment with a resolute scowl of deSance, and, next morning ere dawn of day, commenced a hurried journey from Oxford to the continent, in a perfect agony of horror and of shame.

I #ed in vain. My evil destiny pursued me as if in exultation, and proved, indeed, that the exercise of its mysterious dominion had as yet only begun. Scarcely had I set foot in Paris ere I had fresh evidence of the detestable interest taken by this Wilson in my concerns. Years ^ew, while I experienced no relief. Villain!— at Rome, with how untimely, yet with how spectral an

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ofSciousness, stepped he in between me and my ambition! At Vienna, too, at Berlin, and at Moscow! Where, in truth, had I not bitter cause to curse him within my heart? From his inscrutable tyranny did I at length ^ee, panic- stricken, as from a pestilence; and to the very ends of the earth I #ed in vain.

And again, and again, in secret communion with my own spirit, would I demand the questions “Who is he?— whence came he?— and what are his objects?” But no answer was there found. And now I scrutinized, with a minute scrutiny, the forms, and the methods, and the leading traits of his impertinent supervision. But even here there was very little upon which to base a conjecture. It was noticeable, indeed, that, in no one of the multi- plied instances in which he had of late crossed my path, had he so crossed it except to frustrate those schemes, or to disturb those actions, which, fully carried out, might have resulted in bitter mischief. Poor justiScation this, in truth, for an authority so imperiously assumed! Poor indemnity for natural rights of self- agency so pertinaciously, so insultingly denied!

I had also been forced to notice that my tormentor, for a very long period of time, (while scrupulously and with miraculous dexterity maintaining his whim of an identity of apparel with myself,) had so contrived it, in the execu- tion of his varied interference with my will, that I saw not, at any moment, the features of his face. Be Wilson what he might, this, at least, was but the veriest of affection, or of folly. Could he, for an instant, have supposed that, in my admonisher at Eton, in the destroyer of my honour at Oxford, in him who thwarted my ambition at Rome, my revenge in Paris, my passionate love at Naples, or what he falsely termed my avarice in Egypt, that in this, my arch- enemy and evil genius, I could fail to recognize the William Wilson of my schoolboy days, the namesake, the companion, the rival, the hated and dreaded rival at Dr. Bransby’s? Impossible!— But let me hasten to the last eventful scene of the drama.

Thus far I had succumbed supinely to this imperious domination. The sentiments of deep awe with which I habitually regarded the elevated char- acter, the majestic wisdom, the apparent omnipresence and omnipotence of Wilson, added to a feeling of even terror, with which certain other traits in his nature and assumptions inspired me, had operated, hitherto, to impress me with an idea of my own utter weakness and helplessness, and to suggest an implicit, although bitterly reluctant submission to his arbitrary will. But, of late days, I had given myself up entirely to wine; and its maddening in^u- ency upon my hereditary temper rendered me more and more impatient of control. I began to murmur, to hesitate, to resist. And was it only fancy which induced me to believe that, with the increase of my own Srmness, that of my tormentor underwent a proportional diminution? Be this as it may, I now began to feel the inspirations of a burning hope, and at length nurtured in my secret thoughts a stern and desperate resolution that I would submit no longer to be enslaved.

It was at Rome, during the carnival of 18—, that I attended a masquerade in the palazzo of the Neapolitan Duke Di Broglio. I had indulged more freely than usual in the excesses of the wine- table; and now the suffocating atmo- sphere of the crowded rooms irritated me beyond endurance. The difSculty, too, of forcing my way through the mazes of the company contributed not a little to the ruf^ing of my temper; for I was anxiously seeking, let me not say with what unworthy motive, the young, the gay, the beautiful wife of the

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aged and doting Di Broglio. With a too unscrupulous conSdence she had previously communicated to me the secret of the costume in which she would be habited, and now, having caught a glimpse of her person, I was hurrying to make my way into her presence. At this moment I felt a light hand laid upon my shoulder, and that ever- remembered, low, damnable whis- per within my ear.

In a perfect whirlwind of wrath, I turned at once upon him who had thus interrupted me, and seized him violently by the collar. He was attired, as I expected, like myself; wearing a large Spanish cloak, and a mask of black silk which entirely covered his features.

“Scoundrel!” I said, in a voice husky with rage, while every syllable I uttered seemed as new fuel to my fury, “scoundrel! impostor! accursed vil- lain! you shall not— you shall not dog me unto death! Follow me, or I stab you where I stand,” and I broke my way from the room into a small ante- chamber adjoining, dragging him unresistingly with me as I went.

Upon entering, I thrust him furiously from me. He staggered against the wall, while I closed the door with an oath, and commanded him to draw. He hesitated but for an instant, then, with a slight sigh, drew in silence, and put himself upon his defence.

The contest was brief indeed. I was frantic with every species of wild excitement, and felt within my single arm the energy and the power of a mul- titude. In a few seconds I forced him by sheer strength against the wainscot- ing, and thus, getting him at mercy, plunged my sword, with brute ferocity, repeatedly through and through his bosom.

At this instant some person tried the latch of the door. I hastened to pre- vent an intrusion, and then immediately returned to my dying antagonist. But what human language can adequately portray that astonishment, that horror which possessed me at the spectacle then presented to view. The brief moment in which I averted my eyes had been sufScient to produce, apparently, a material change in the arrangements at the upper or farther end of the room. A large mirror, it appeared to me, now stood where none had been perceptible before; and, as I stepped up to it in extremity of terror, mine own image, but with features all pale and dabbled in blood, advanced, with a feeble and tottering gait, to meet me.

Thus it appeared, I say, but was not. It was my antagonist— it was Wilson, who then stood before me in the agonies of his dissolution. Not a line in all the marked and singular lineaments of that face which was not, even iden- tically, mine own! His mask and cloak lay, where he had thrown them, upon the ^oor.

It was Wilson, but he spoke no longer in a whisper, and I could have fan- cied that I myself was speaking while he said—

“You have conquered, and I yield. Yet, henceforward art thou also dead— dead to the world and its hopes. In me didst thou exist— and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.”

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1. First published in Graham’s Magazine 7 (December 1840), the source of the present text. 2. This great misfortune, of not being able to be alone (French). Adapted from Characters, by Jean de La Bruyère (1645– 1696). 3. Boredom (French). 4. The mist that was upon it before (Greek), from Homer’s Iliad, book 5.

5. Greek skeptic (4th century b.c.e.), known for  an excessive rhetoric that preened itself at the expense of reason. The Scotsman George Combe (1788–1858) was a prominent advocate of phrenology—the pseudoscientiSc belief that human character can be discerned in the shape and measurements of the skull.

The Man of the Crowd1

Ce grand malheur, de ne pouvoir être seul. —La Bruyère2

It was well said of a certain German book that “er lasst sich nicht lesen”— it does not permit itself to be read. There are some secrets which do not per- mit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes— die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed. Now and then, alas, the conscience of man takes up a burthen so heavy in horror that it can be thrown down only into the grave. And thus the essence of all crime is undivulged.

Not long ago, about the closing in of an eve ning in autumn, I sat at the large bow window of the D—— Coffee- House in London. For some months I had been ill in health, but was now convalescent, and, with returning strength, found myself in one of those happy moods which are so precisely the converse of ennui3— moods of the keenest appetency, when the Slm from the mental vision departs— the αχλμ. ο. πζιυ εππεν4— and the intellect, electriSed, surpasses as greatly its every- day condition, as does the vivid, yet candid reason of Combe, the mad and ^imsy rhetoric of Gorgias.5 Merely to breathe was enjoyment; and I derived positive plea sure even from many of the legitimate sources of pain. I felt a calm but inquisitive interest in every thing. With a cigar in my mouth and a newspaper in my lap, I had been amus- ing myself for the greater part of the afternoon, now in poring over adver- tisements, now in observing the promiscuous company in the room, and now in peering through the smoky panes into the street.

This latter is one of the principal thoroughfares of the city, and had been very much crowded during the whole day. But, as the darkness came on, the throng momently increased; and by the time the lamps were well litten two dense and continuous tides of population were rushing past the door. At this par tic u lar period of the eve ning I had never before been in a similar situation, and the tumultuous sea of human heads Slled me, therefore, with a delicious novelty of emotion. I gave up at length all care of things within the hotel, and became absorbed in contemplation of the scene without. At Srst my observations took an abstract and generalizing turn. I looked at the passengers in masses, and thought of them in their aggregate relations. Soon, however, I descended to details, and regarded with minute interest the innumerable varieties of Sgure, dress, air, gait, visage, and expression of countenance.

By far the greater number of those who went by had a satisSed business- like demeanor, and seemed to be thinking only of making their way through

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6. Aristocrats. 7. Fashion (French).

8. Shell game, a gambling scheme of con artists who use sleight of hand to deceive.

the press. Their brows were knit, and their eyes rolled quickly, when pushed against by fellow- wayfarers they envinced no symptom of impatience, but adjusted their clothes and hurried on. Others, still a numerous class, were restless in their movements, had ^ushed faces, and talked and gesticulated to themselves, as if feeling in solitude on account of the very denseness of the company around. When impeded in their progress these people suddenly ceased muttering, but redoubled their gesticulations, and awaited, with an absent and overdone smile upon the lips, the course of the persons impeding them. If jostled, they bowed profusely to the jostlers, and appeared over- whelmed with confusion.— There was nothing very distinctive about these two large classes beyond what I have noted. Their habiliments belonged to that order which is pointedly termed the decent. They were undoubtedly noblemen, merchants, attorneys, tradesmen, stockjobbers— the Eupatrids6 and the common- places of society— men of leisure and men actively engaged in affairs of their own— conducting business upon their own responsibility. They did not greatly excite my attention.

The tribe of clerks was an obvious one, and here I discerned two remark- able divisions. There were the ju nior clerks of ^ash houses— young gentle- men with tight coats, bright boots, well- oiled hair, and supercilious lips. Setting aside a certain dapperness of carriage which may be termed deskism for want of a better word, the manner of these persons seemed to me an exact facsimile of what had been the perfection of bon ton7 about twelve or eigh teen months before. They wore the cast- off graces of the gentry— and this, I believe, involves the best deSnition of the class.

The division of the upper clerks of staunch Srms, or of the “steady old fel- lows,” it was not possible to mistake. These were known by their coats and pantaloons of black or brown, made to sit comfortably, with white cravats and waistcoats, broad solid- looking shoes, and thick hose, or gaiters.— They had all slightly bald heads, from which the right ears, long used to pen- holding, had an odd habit of standing off on end. I observed that they always removed or settled their hats with both hands, and wore watches, with short, gold chains of a substantial and ancient pattern. Theirs was the affectation of respectability— if indeed there be an affectation so honorable.

There were many individuals of dashing appearance, whom I easily set down as belonging to the race of swell pick- pockets, with which all great cit- ies are infested. I watched these gentry with much inquisitiveness, and found it difScult to imagine how they should ever be mistaken for gentlemen by gentlemen themselves. Their voluminousness of wristband, with an air of excessive frankness, should betray them at once.

The gamblers, of whom I described not a few, were still more easily recog- nisable. They wore every variety of dress, from that of the desperate thimble- rig8 bully, with velvet waistcoat, fancy neckerchief, gilt chains, and Sllagreed buttons, to that of the scrupulously inornate clergyman, than which nothing could be less liable to suspicion. Still all were distinguished by a certain sod- den swarthiness of complexion, a Slmy dimness of eye, and pallor and com- pression of lip. There were two other traits, moreover, by which I could always detect them— a guarded lowness of tone in conversation, and a more

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9. Paraphrased from “The Cock,” by the Greek satirist Lucian (125?– 200?). Parian marble (from the island of Paros, in the Cyclades) was used in classical statuary.

than ordinary extension of the thumb in a direction at right angles with the Sngers.— Very often in company with these sharpers I observed an order of men somewhat different in habits, but still birds of kindred feather. They may be deSned as the gentlemen who live by their wits. They seem to prey upon the public in two battallions— that of the dandies and that of the mili- tary men. Of the Srst grade the leading features are long locks and smiles; of the second frogged coats and frowns.

Descending in the scale of what is termed gentility, I found darker and deeper themes for speculation. I saw Jew pedlars, with hawk eyes ^ashing from countenances whose every other feature wore only an expression of abject humility; sturdy professional street beggars scowling upon mendi- cants of a better stamp, whom despair alone had driven forth into the night for charity; feeble and ghastly invalids, upon whom death had placed a sure hand, and who sidled and tottered through the mob looking every one beseechingly in the face, as if in search of some chance consolation, some lost hope; modest young girls returning from long and late labor to a cheer- less home, and shrinking more tearfully than indignantly from the glances of rufSans, whose direct contact even could not be avoided; women of the town of all kinds and of all ages— the unequivocal beauty in the prime of her womanhood, putting one in mind of the statue of Lucian, with the sur- face of Parian marble, and the interior Slled with Slth9— the loathsome and utterly lost leper in rags— the wrinkled, bejewelled and paint- begrimed bel- dame, making a last effort at youth— the mere child of immature form, yet, from long association, an adept in the dreadful coquetries of her trade, and burning with a rabid ambition to be ranked the equal of her elders in vice; drunkards innumerable and indescribable— some in shreds and patches, reeling, inarticulate, with bruised visage and lack- lustre eyes— some in whole although Slthy garments, with a slightly unsteady swagger, thick sensual lips, and hearty- looking rubicund faces— others clothed in materials which had once been good, and which even now were scrupulously well- brushed— men who walked with a more than naturally Srm and springy step, but whose countenances were fearfully pale, whose eyes hideously wild and red, and who clutched with quivering Sngers, as they strode through the crowd, at every object which came within their reach; beside these, pie- men, por- ters, coal- heavers, sweeps; organ- grinders, monkey- exhibiters and ballad mongers, those who vended with those who sang; ragged artizans and exhausted laborers of every description, and still all full of a noisy and inor- dinate vivacity which jarred discordantly upon the ear, and gave an aching sensation to the eye.

As the night deepened, so deepened to me the interest of the scene; for not only did the general character of the crowd materially alter (its gentler features retiring in the gradual withdrawal of the more orderly portion of the people, and its harsher ones coming out into bolder relief as the late hour brought forth every species of infamy from its den,) but the rays of the gas- lamps, feeble at Srst in their struggle with the dying day, had now at length gained ascendency, and threw over every thing a Stful and garish lustre. All was dark yet splendid— as that ebony to which has been likened the style of

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1. Quintus Septimius Florens Tertullianus (160?– 230?), an in^uential early Christian writer.

2. Moritz Retzsch (1779– 1857), German artist. 3. Cloak.

Tertullian.1 The wild effects of the light enchained me to an examination of individual faces; and although the rapidity with which the world of life ^it- ted before the window prevented me from casting more than a glance upon each visage, still it seemed that, in my then peculiar mental state, I could frequently read, even in that brief interval of a glance, the history of long years. With my brow to the glass, I was thus occupied in scrutinising the mob, when suddenly there came into view a countenance (that of a decrepid old man, some sixty- Sve or seventy years of age,) a countenance which at once arrested and absorbed my whole attention, on account of the absolute idiosyncrasy of its expression. Any thing even remotely resembling that expression I had never seen before. I well remember that my Srst thought, upon beholding it, was that Retzch,2 had he viewed it, would have greatly preferred it to his own pictural incarnations of the Send. As I endeavored, during the brief minute of my original survey, to form some analysis of the meaning conveyed, there arose confusedly and paradoxically within my mind the ideas of vast mental power, of caution, of penuriousness, of avarice, of coolness, of malice, of blood- thirstiness, of triumph, of merriment, of exces- sive terror, of intense, of supreme despair. I felt singularly aroused, startled, fascinated. “How wild a history,” I said to myself, “is written within that bosom!” Then came a craving desire to keep the man in view— to know more of him. Hurriedly putting on an overcoat, and seizing my hat and cane, I made my way into the street, and pushed through the crowd in the direction which I had seen him take; for he had already disappeared. With some little difSculty I at length came within sight of him, approached, and followed him closely, yet cautiously, so as not to attract his attention.

I had now a good opportunity of examining his person. He was short in stature, very thin, and apparently very feeble. His clothes, generally, were Slthy and ragged; but as he came, now and then, within the strong glare of a lamp, I perceived that his linen, although dirty, was of beautiful texture; and my vision deceived me, or, through a rent in a closely- buttoned, and evi- dently second- handed roquelaire3 which enveloped him, I caught a glimpse either of a diamond, or of a dagger. These observations heightened my curi- osity, and I resolved to follow the stranger whithersoever he should go.

It was now fully night- fall, and a thick humid fog hung over the city, threatening to end in a settled and heavy rain. This change of weather had an odd effect upon the crowd, the whole of which was at once put into new commotion, and overshadowed by a world of umbrellas. The waver, the jos- tle, and the hum increased in a tenfold degree. For my own part I did not much regard the rain— the lurking of an old fever in my system rending the moisture somewhat too dangerously pleasant. Tying a handkerchief about my mouth I kept on. For half an hour the old man held his way with difS- culty along the great thoroughfare; and I here walked close at his elbow through fear of losing sight of him. Never once turning his head to look back, he did not observe me. By and bye he passed into a cross street, which, although densely Slled with people, was not quite so much thronged as the main one he had quitted. Here a change in his demeanor became evident. He walked more slowly and with less object than before— more hesitatingly.

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4. Rubber.

He crossed and re- crossed the street way repeatedly without apparent aim; and the press was still so thick that at every such movement I was obliged to follow him closely. The street was a narrow and long one, and his course lay within it for nearly an hour, during which the passengers had gradually diminished to about that number which is ordinarily seen at noon in Broad- way near the Park— so vast a difference is there between a London popu- lace and that of the most frequented American city. A second turn brought us into a square, brilliantly litten, and over^owing with life. The old man- ner of the stranger re- appeared. His chin fell upon his breast, while his eyes rolled wildly from under his knit brows in every direction upon those who hemmed him in. He urged his way steadily and perseveringly. I was sur- prised, however, to Snd, upon his having made the circuit of the square, that he turned and retraced his steps.— Still more was I astonished to see him repeat the same walk several times— once nearly detecting me as he came round with a sudden movement.

In this exercise he spent about an hour, at the end of which we met with far less interruption from passengers than at Srst. The rain fell fast; the air grew cool; and the people were retiring to their homes. With a gesture of what seemed to be petulant impatience, the wanderer passed into a bye- street com- paratively deserted. Down this, some quarter of a mile long, he rushed with an activity I could not have dreamed of seeing in one so aged, and which put me to much trouble in pursuit. A few minutes brought us to a large and busy bazaar, with the localities of which the stranger appeared well acquainted, and where his original demeanor again became apparent, as he forced his way to and fro, without aim, among the host of buyers and sellers.

During the hour and a half, or thereabouts, which we passed in this place, it required much caution on my part to keep him within reach without attracting his observation. Luckily I wore a pair of gum4 over- shoes and could move about in perfect silence. At no moment did he see that I watched him. He entered shop after shop, priced nothing, spoke no word, and looked at all objects with a wild and vacant stare. I was now utterly amazed at his behavior, and Srmly resolved that we should not part until I had satisSed myself in some mea sure respecting him.

A loud- toned clock struck eleven, and the company were fast deserting the bazaar. A shop keep er, in putting up a shutter, jostled the old man, and at the instant I saw a strong shudder come over his frame. He hurried into the street, looked anxiously around him for an instant, and then ran with incredible swiftness through many crooked and people- less lanes, until we emerged once more upon the great thoroughfare whence we had started— the street of the D—— Hotel. It no longer wore, however, the same aspect. It was still brilliant with gas; but the rain fell Sercely, and there were few per- sons to be seen. The stranger grew deadly pale. He walked moodily some paces up the once populous avenue, then, with a heavy sigh, turned in the direction of the river, and, plunging through a great variety of devious ways, came out at length in view of one of the principal theatres. It was about being closed, and the audience were thronging from the doors. I saw the old man gasp as if for breath while he threw himself amid the crowd; but I

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5. Disgusting; with an offensive odor.

thought that the intense agony of his countenance had, in some mea sure, abated. His head again fell upon his breast; he appeared as I had seen him at Srst. I observed that he now took the course in which had gone the greater number of the audience— but, upon the whole, I was at a loss to compre- hend the waywardness of his actions.

As he proceeded, the company grew more scattered, and his old uneasi- ness and vacillation were resumed. For some time he followed closely a party of some ten or twelve roisterers; but from this number one by one dropped off, until three only remained together in a narrow and gloomy lane little frequented. The stranger paused, and, for a moment, seemed lost in thought; then, with every mark of agitation, pursued rapidly a route which brought us to the verge of the city, amid regions very different from those we had hith- erto traversed. It was the most noisome5 quarter of London, where every thing wore the worst impress of the most deplorable poverty, and of the most desperate crime. By the dim light of an accidental lamp, tall, antique, worm- eaten, wooden tenements were seen tottering to their fall in directions so many and capricious that scarce the semblance of a passage was discernible between them. The paving- stones lay at random, displaced from their beds by the rankly- growing grass. Horrible Slth festered in the dammed- up gut- ters. The whole atmosphere teemed with desolation. Yet, as we proceeded, the sounds of human life revived by sure degrees, and at length large bands of the most abandoned of a London populace were seen reeling to and fro. The spirits of the old man again ^ickered up, as a lamp which is near its death- hour.—Once more he strode onward with elastic tread. Suddenly a corner was turned, a blaze of light burst upon our sight, and we stood before one of the huge suburban temples of Intemperance— one of the palaces of the Send, Gin.

It was now nearly day- break; but a number of wretched inebriates still pressed in and out of the ^aunting entrance. With a half shriek of joy the old man forced a passage within, resumed at once his original bearing, and stalked backward and forward, without apparent object, among the throng. He had not been thus long occupied, however, before a rush to the doors gave token that the host was closing them for the night. It was something even more intense than despair that I then observed upon the countenance of the singular being whom I had watched so pertinaciously. Yet he did not hesitate in his career, but with a mad energy retraced his steps at once, to the heart of the mighty London. Long and swiftly he ^ed, while I followed him in the wildest amazement, resolute not to abandon a scrutiny in which I now felt an interest all- absorbing. The sun arose while we proceeded, and, when we had once again reached that most thronged mart of the populous town, the street of the D—— Hotel, it presented an appearance of human bustle and activity scarcely inferior to what I had seen on the eve ning before. And here, long, amid the momently increasing confusion, did I persist in my pursuit of the stranger. But, as usual, he walked to and fro, and during the day did not pass from out the turmoil of that street. And, as the shades of the second eve ning come on, I grew wearied unto death, and, stopping fully in front of the wan- derer, gazed at him steadfastly in the face. He noticed me not, but resumed

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6. “It does not permit itself to be read” (German); see the opening lines of the story. “Hortulus Animæ”: a book by John Grunninger printed in Germany around 1500. 1. First published in Graham’s Magazine (May 1842), the source of the present text.

2. In Hindu myth, an earthly embodiment of a god. 3. With turrets and battlements, like a castle. 4. Improvisers (Italian); those who invent, com- pose, or recite without preparation. “Buffoons”: clowns.

his solemn walk, while I, ceasing to follow, remained absorbed in contempla- tion. “This old man,” I said at length, “is the type and the genius of deep crime. He refuses to be alone. He is the man of the crowd. It will be in vain to follow; for I shall learn no more of him, nor of his deeds. The worst heart of the world is a grosser book than the ‘Hortulus Animæ,’ and perhaps it is but one of the great mercies of God that ‘er lasst sich nicht lesen.’ ”6

1840

The Masque of the Red Death1

The “Red Death” had long devastated the country. No pestilence had been ever so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar2 and its seal— the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and then profuse bleedings at the pores, with dissolution. The scarlet stains upon the body and especially upon the face of the victim, were the pest- ban which shut him out from the aid and from the sympathy of his fellow- men. And the whole seizure, progress and termination of the disease were the incidents of half an hour.

But the Prince Prospero was happy and dauntless, and sagacious. When his dominions were half depopulated, he summoned to his presence a thou- sand, hale and light- hearted friends from among the knights and dames of his court, and with these retired to the deep seclusion of one of his castel- lated3 abbeys. This was an extensive and magniScent structure, the cre- ation of the prince’s own eccentric yet august taste. A strong and lofty wall girdled it in. This wall had gates of iron. The courtiers, having entered, brought furnaces and massy hammers and welded the bolts. They resolved to leave means neither of ingress or egress to the sudden impulses of despair from without or of frenzy from within. The abbey was amply provisioned. With such precautions the courtiers might bid deSance to contagion. The external world could take care of itself. In the meantime it was folly to grieve, or to think. The prince had provided all the appliances of plea sure. There were buffoons, there were improvisatori,4 there were ballet dancers, there were musicians, there were cards, there was Beauty, there was wine. All these and security were within. Without was the “Red Death.”

It was towards the close of the Sfth or sixth month of his seclusion, and while the pestilence raged most furiously abroad, that the Prince Prospero entertained his thousand friends at a masked ball of the most unusual mag- niScence. It was a voluptuous scene that masquerade.

But Srst let me tell of the rooms in which it was held. There were seven— an imperial suite. In many palaces, however, such suites form a long and straight vista, while the folding doors slide back nearly to the walls on either hand, so that the view of the whole extent is scarcely impeded. Here the case was very

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5. Lighted. 6. Brass.

different; as might have been expected from the duke’s love of the bizarre. The apartments were so irregularly disposed that the vision embraced but little more than one at a time. There was a sharp turn at every twenty or thirty yards, and at each turn a novel effect. To the right and left, in the middle of each wall, a tall and narrow Gothic window looked out upon a closed corri- dor which pursued the windings of the suite. These windows were of stained glass whose color varied in accordance with the prevailing hue of the decora- tions of the chamber into which it opened. That at the eastern extremity was hung, for example, in blue— and vividly blue were its windows. The second chamber was purple in its ornaments and tapestries, and here the panes were purple. The third was green throughout, and so were the casements. The fourth was furnished and litten5 with orange— the Sfth with white— the sixth with violet. The seventh apartment was closely shrouded in black velvet tapestries that hung all over the ceiling and down the walls, falling in heavy folds upon a carpet of the same material and hue. But, in this chamber only, the color of the windows failed to correspond with the decorations. The panes here were scarlet— a deep blood color. Now in no one of the seven apartments was there any lamp or candelabrum, amid the profusion of golden ornaments that lay scattered to and fro or depended from the roof. There was no light of any kind emanating from lamp or candle within the suite of cham- bers. But in the corridors that followed the suite, there stood, opposite to each window, a heavy tripod, bearing a brasier of Sre that projected its rays through the tinted glass and so glaringly illumined the room. And thus were produced a multitude of gaudy and fantastic appearances. But in the western or black chamber the effect of the Sre- light that streamed upon the dark hangings through the blood- tinted panes, was ghastly in the extreme, and produced so wild a look upon the countenances of those who entered, that there were few of the company bold enough to set foot within its precincts at all.

It was in this apartment, also, that there stood against the western wall, a gigantic clock of ebony. Its pendulum swung to and fro with a dull, heavy, monotonous clang; and when its minute- hand made the circuit of the face, and the hour was to be stricken, there came forth from the brazen6 lungs of the clock a sound which was clear and loud and deep and exceedingly musi- cal, but of so peculiar a note and emphasis that, at each lapse of an hour, the musicians in the orchestra were constrained to pause, momently, in their per for mance, to hearken to the sound; and thus the waltzers perforce ceased their evolutions; and there was a brief disconcert of the whole gay company; and, while the chimes of the clock yet rang, it was observed that the giddiest grew pale, and that the more aged and sedate passed their hands over their brows as if in confused reverie or meditation. But when the echoes had fully ceased, a light laughter at once pervaded the assembly; the musicians looked at each other and smiled as if at their own ner vous ness and folly, and made whispering vows, each to the other, that the next chiming of the clock should produce in them no similar emotion; and then, after the lapse of sixty min- utes, (which embrace three thousand and six hundred seconds of the Time

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7. Proprieties (Latin). 8. Play that established Victor Hugo (1802– 1885), later famous as a novelist, as the leading

French Romantic playwright. Set in 16th- century Spain, Hernani opens with the entrance of a masked man.

that ^ies,) there came yet another chiming of the clock, and then there were the same disconcert and tremulousness and meditation as before.

But, in spite of these things, it was a gay and magniScent revel. The tastes of the duke were peculiar. He had a Sne eye for colors and effects. He disre- garded the decora7 of mere fashion. His plans were bold and Sery, and his conceptions glowed with barbaric lustre. There are some who would have thought him mad. His followers felt that he was not. It was necessary to hear and see and touch him to be sure that he was not.

He had directed, in great part, the moveable embellishments of the seven chambers, upon occasion of this great fête, and it was his own guiding taste which had given character to the costumes of the masqueraders. Be sure they were grotesque. There were much glare and glitter and piquancy and phantasm— much of what has been since seen in “Hernani.”8 There were arabesque Sgures with unsuited limbs and appointments. There were delir- ious fancies such as the madman fashions. There was much of the beau- tiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these, the dreams— writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and caus- ing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps. And, anon, there strikes the ebony clock which stands in the hall of the velvet. And then, momently, all is still, and all is silent save the voice of the clock. The dreams are stiff frozen as they stand. But the echoes of the chime die away— they have endured but an instant— and a light, half- subdued laugh- ter ^oats after them as they depart. And now again the music swells, and the dreams live, and writhe to and fro more merrily than ever, taking hue from the many- tinted windows through which stream the rays from the tripods. But to the chamber which lies most westwardly of the seven there are now none of the maskers who venture; for the night is waning away; and there ^ows a ruddier light through the blood- colored panes; and the black- ness of the sable drapery appals; and to him whose foot falls upon the sable carpet, there comes from the near clock of ebony a muf^ed peal more sol- emnly emphatic than any which reaches their ears who indulge in the more remote gaieties of the other apartments.

But these other apartments were densely crowded, and in them beat feverishly the heart of life. And the revel went whirlingly on, until at length was sounded the twelfth hour upon the clock. And then the music ceased, as I have told; and the evolutions of the waltzers were quieted; and there was an uneasy cessation of all things as before. But now there were twelve strokes to be sounded by the bell of the clock; and thus it happened, perhaps, that more of thought crept, with more of time, into the meditations of the thoughtful among those who revelled. And thus, again, it happened, perhaps, that before the last echoes of the last chime had utterly sunk into silence, there were many individuals in the crowd who had found leisure to become aware of the presence of a masked Sgure which had arrested the attention of no single individual before. And the rumor of this new presence having

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9. See p. 651, n. 8. 1. Clothing.

2. One who performs in a mask and does not speak. 3. Worthless fellow. “Uncase”: unmask.

spread itself whisperingly around, there arose at length from the whole company a buzz, or murmur, expressive at Srst of disapprobation and surprise— then, Snally, of terror, of horror, and of disgust.

In an assembly of phantasms such as I have painted, it may well be sup- posed that no ordinary appearance could have excited such sensation. In truth the masquerade license of the night was nearly unlimited; but the Sg- ure in question had out- Heroded Herod,9 and gone beyond the bounds of even the prince’s indeSnite decorum. There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion. Even with the utterly lost, to whom life and death are equally jests, there are matters of which no jest can be properly made. The whole company, indeed, seemed now deeply to feel that in the costume and bearing of the stranger neither wit nor propriety existed. The Sgure was tall and gaunt, and shrouded from head to foot in the habiliments1 of the grave. The mask which concealed the visage was made so nearly to resemble the countenance of a stiffened corpse that the closest scrutiny must have had difSculty in detecting the cheat. And yet all this might have been endured, if not approved, by the mad revellers around. But the mummer2 had gone so far as to assume the type of the Red Death. His vesture was dabbled in blood— and his broad brow, with all the features of the face, was besprinkled with the scarlet horror.

When the eyes of the Prince Prospero fell upon this spectral image (which with a slow and solemn movement, as if more fully to sustain its rôle, stalked to and fro among the waltzers) he was seen to be convulsed, in the Srst moment, with a strong shudder either of terror or distaste; but, in the next, his brow reddened with rage.

“Who dares?” he demanded hoarsely of the group that stood around him, “who dares thus to make mockery of our woes? Uncase the varlet3 that we may know whom we have to hang to- morrow at sunrise from the battle- ments. Will no one stir at my bidding?— stop him and strip him, I say, of those reddened vestures of sacrilege!”

It was in the eastern or blue chamber in which stood the Prince Prospero as he uttered these words. They rang throughout the seven rooms loudly and clearly— for the prince was a bold and robust man, and the music had become hushed at the waving of his hand.

It was in the blue room where stood the prince, with a group of pale court- iers by his side. At Srst, as he spoke, there was a slight rushing movement of this group in the direction of the intruder, who at the moment was also near at hand, and now, with deliberate and stately step, made closer approach to the speaker. But from a certain nameless awe with which the mad assump- tions of the mummer had inspired the whole party, there were found none who put forth hand to seize him; so that, unimpeded, he passed within a yard of the prince’s person; and, while the vast assembly, as if with one impulse, shrank from the centres of the rooms to the walls, he made his way uninter- ruptedly, but with the same solemn and mea sured step which had distin- guished him from the Srst, through the blue chamber to the purple— through the purple to the green— through the green to the orange,— through this again to the white— and even thence to the violet, ere a decided movement

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4. Cloths used for wrapping the dead; shrouds. 1. First published in The Pioneer (January 1843), the source of the present text.

2. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “A Psalm of Life” (1838), lines 13– 16.

had been made to arrest him. It was then, however, that the Prince Prospero, maddening with rage and the shame of his own momentary cowardice, rushed hurriedly through the six chambers— while none followed him on account of a deadly terror that had seized upon all. He bore aloft a drawn dagger, and had approached, in rapid impetuosity, to within three or four feet of the retreating Sgure, when the latter, having attained the extremity of the velvet apartment, turned suddenly round and confronted his pursuer. There was a sharp cry— and the dagger dropped gleaming upon the sable carpet, upon which instantly afterwards, fell prostrate in death the Prince Prospero. Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revellers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall Sgure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony clock, gasped in unutterable horror at Snding the grave- cerements4 and corpse- like mask which they handled with so violent a rudeness, untenanted by any tangible form.

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revellers in the blood- bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay. And the ^ames of the tripods expired. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.

1842

The Tell- Tale Heart1

Art is long and Time is #eeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muf#ed drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

—Longfellow2

True!—nervous—very, very dreadfully ner vous I had been, and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses— not destroyed— not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Harken! and observe how healthily— how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how Srst the idea entered my brain; but, once con- ceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye!— yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture— a pale blue eye, with a Slm over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so, by degrees— very gradually— I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

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3. Lantern with a single opening and sliding panel that can cut off the light. 4. Beetles that make a hollow clicking sound by

striking their heads against the wood into which they burrow.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded— with what caution— with what foresight— with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it— oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufS- cient for my head, I Srst put in a dark lantern,3 all closed, closed, so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly— very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see the old man as he lay upon his bed. Ha!— would a madman have been so wise as this? And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously— oh, so cautiously (for the hinges creaked)— I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights— every night just at midnight— but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into his chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute- hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never, before that night, had I felt the extent of my own powers— of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and the old man not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea. And perhaps the old man heard me; for he moved in the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back— but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept on pushing it steadily, steadily.

I had got my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in the bed, cry- ing out—“Who’s there?”

I kept quite still and said nothing. For another hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear the old man lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening;— just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death- watches4 in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew that it was the groan of mor- tal terror. It was not a groan of pain, or of grief— oh, no!— it was the low, sti^ed sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew

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5. Drumbeat.

what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the Srst slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been, ever since, growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself—“It is nothing but the wind in the chimney— it is only a mouse crossing the ^oor,” or “it is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.” Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions; but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because death, in approaching the old man, had stalked with his black shadow before him, and the shadow had now reached and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful in^uence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel— although he neither saw nor heard me— to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing the old man lie down, I resolved to open a little— a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it— you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily— until, at length, a single dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.

It was open— wide, wide open— and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness— all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man’s face or person; for I had directed the ray, as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

And now— have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over acuteness of the senses?— now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound— much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man’s heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lan- tern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo5 of the heart increased. It grew quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man’s terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment:— do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous:— so I am. And now, at the dead hour of night, and amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable wrath. Yet, for some minutes longer, I refrained and kept still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst! And now a new anxiety seized me— the sound would be heard by a neighbor! The old man’s hour had come! With a loud yell, I  threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once— once only. In an instant I dragged him to the ^oor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then sat upon the bed and smiled gaily, to Snd the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on, with a muf^ed sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the walls. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart

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6. Small planks.

and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. The old man was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.

If, still, you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs. I then took up three planks from the ^ooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings.6 I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye— not even his— could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out— no stain of any kind— no blood- spot what ever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all— ha! ha!

When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o’clock— still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart,— for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as ofScers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police- ofSce, and they (the ofScers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled,— for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visiters all over the house. I bade them search— search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his trea- sures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my conSdence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues; while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The ofScers were satisSed. My manner had convinced them. I was singu- larly at ease. They sat, and, while I answered cheerily, they chatted of famil- iar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: I talked more freely, to get rid of the feeling; but it continued and gained deSnitiveness— until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.

No doubt I now grew very pale;— but I talked more ^uently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased— and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound— much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath— and yet the ofScers heard it not. I talked more quickly— more vehemently;— but the noise steadily increased. I arose, and argued about tri^es, in a high key and with violent gesticulations;— but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the ^oor to and fro, with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men;— but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed— I raved— I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had sat, and grated it upon the boards;— but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder— louder—louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! no, no! They heard!— they

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1. First published in the August 1843 United States Saturday Post, a Philadelphia weekly, and

reprinted here from Tales (1845). 2. Odd (French).

suspected!— they knew!— they were making a mockery of my horror!— this I thought, and this I think. But anything better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die!— and now— again!—hark! louder! louder! louder! louder!—

“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed!— tear up the planks!— here, here!— it is the beating of his hideous heart!”

1843

The Black Cat1

For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I nei- ther expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect it, in a case where my very senses reject their own evidence. Yet, mad am I not— and very surely do I not dream. But to- morrow I die, and to- day I would unburthen my soul. My immediate purpose is to place before the world, plainly, succinctly, and without comment, a series of mere house hold events. In their conse- quences, these events have terriSed— have tortured— have destroyed me. Yet I will not attempt to expound them. To me, they have presented little but Horror— to many they will seem less terrible than barroques.2 Hereafter, per- haps, some intellect may be found which will reduce my phantasm to the commonplace—some intellect more calm, more logical, and far less excitable than my own, which will perceive, in the circumstances I detail with awe, nothing more than an ordinary succession of very natural causes and effects.

From my infancy I was noted for the docility and humanity of my disposi- tion. My tenderness of heart was even so conspicuous as to make me the jest of my companions. I was especially fond of animals, and was indulged by my parents with a great variety of pets. With these I spent most of my time, and never was so happy as when feeding and caressing them. This peculiar- ity of character grew with my growth, and, in my manhood, I derived from it one of my principal sources of plea sure. To those who have cherished an affection for a faithful and sagacious dog, I need hardly be at the trouble of explaining the nature or the intensity of the gratiScation thus derivable. There is something in the unselSsh and self- sacriScing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer Sdelity of mere Man.

I married early, and was happy to Snd in my wife a disposition not uncon- genial with my own. Observing my partiality for domestic pets, she lost no opportunity of procuring those of the most agreeable kind. We had birds, gold- Ssh, a Sne dog, rabbits, a small monkey, and a cat.

This latter was a remarkably large and beautiful animal, entirely black, and sagacious to an astonishing degree. In speaking of his intelligence, my wife, who at heart was not a little tinctured with superstition, made frequent

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3. In Roman mythology, god of the dead and ruler of the underworld.

allusion to the ancient pop u lar notion, which regarded all black cats as witches in disguise. Not that she was ever serious upon this point— and I mention the matter at all for no better reason than that it happens, just now, to be remembered.

Pluto3—this was the cat’s name— was my favorite pet and playmate. I alone fed him, and he attended me wherever I went about the house. It was even with difSculty that I could prevent him from following me through the streets.

Our friendship lasted, in this manner, for several years, during which my general temperament and character— through the instrumentality of the Fiend Intemperance— had (I blush to confess it) experienced a radical alter- ation for the worse. I grew, day by day, more moody, more irritable, more regardless of the feelings of others. I suffered myself to use intemperate lan- guage to my wife. At length, I even offered her personal violence. My pets, of course, were made to feel the change in my disposition. I not only neglected, but ill- used them. For Pluto, however, I still retained sufScient regard to restrain me from maltreating him, as I made no scruple of maltreating the rabbits, the monkey, or even the dog, when by accident, or through affection, they came in my way. But my disease grew upon me— for what disease is like Alcohol!— and at length even Pluto, who was now becoming old, and conse- quently somewhat peevish— even Pluto began to experience the effects of my ill temper.

One night, returning home, much intoxicated, from one of my haunts about town, I fancied that the cat avoided my presence. I seized him; when, in his fright at my violence, he in^icted a slight wound upon my hand with his teeth. The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its ^ight from my body; and a more than Sendish malevolence, gin- nurtured, thrilled every Sbre of my frame. I took from my waistcoat- pocket a pen- knife, opened it, grasped the poor beast by the throat, and deliberately cut one of its eyes from the socket! I blush, I burn, I shudder, while I pen the damnable atrocity.

When reason returned with the morning— when I had slept off the fumes of the night’s debauch— I experienced a sentiment half of horror, half of remorse, for the crime of which I had been guilty; but it was, at best, a feeble and equivocal feeling, and the soul remained untouched. I again plunged into excess, and soon drowned in wine all memory of the deed.

In the meantime the cat slowly recovered. The socket of the lost eye pre- sented, it is true, a frightful appearance, but he no longer appeared to suffer any pain. He went about the house as usual, but, as might be expected, ^ed in extreme terror at my approach. I had so much of my old heart left, as to be at Srst grieved by this evident dislike on the part of a creature which had once so loved me. But this feeling soon gave place to irritation. And then came, as if to my Snal and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of Perverse- ness. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart— one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times,

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4. Low relief (French); the slight projection from a ^at sculptural background.

found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such? This spirit of perverseness, I say, came to my Snal overthrow. It was this unfathomable longing of the soul to vex itself— to offer violence to its own nature— to do wrong for the wrong’s sake only— that urged me to continue and Snally to consummate the injury I had in^icted upon the unoffending brute. One morning, in cool blood, I slipped a noose about its neck and hung it to the limb of a tree;— hung it with the tears streaming from my eyes, and with the bitterest remorse at my heart;— hung it because I knew that it had loved me, and because I felt it had given me no reason of offence;— hung it because I knew that in so doing I was commit- ting a sin— a deadly sin that would so jeopardize my immortal soul as to place it— if such a thing were possible— even beyond the reach of the inS- nite mercy of the Most Merciful and Most Terrible God.

On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of Sre. The curtains of my bed were in ^ames. The whole house was blazing. It was with great difSculty that my wife, a ser- vant, and myself, made our escape from the con^agration. The destruction was complete. My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up, and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair.

I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts— and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. On the day suc- ceeding the Sre, I visited the ruins. The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great mea sure, resisted the action of the Sre— a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread. About this wall a dense crowd were collected, and many persons seemed to be examining a par tic u lar portion of it with very minute and eager attention. The words “strange!” “singular!” and other similar expressions, excited my curiosity. I approached and saw, as if graven in bas relief 4 upon the white surface, the Sgure of a gigantic cat. The impression was given with an accu- racy truly marvellous. There was a rope about the animal’s neck.

When I Srst beheld this apparition— for I could scarcely regard it as less— my wonder and my terror were extreme. But at length re^ection came to my aid. The cat, I remembered, had been hung in a garden adjacent to the house. Upon the alarm of Sre, this garden had been immediately Slled by the crowd— by some one of whom the animal must have been cut from the tree and thrown, through an open window, into my chamber. This had prob- ably been done with the view of arousing me from sleep. The falling of other walls had compressed the victim of my cruelty into the substance of the freshly- spread plaster; the lime of which, with the ^ames, and the ammonia from the carcass, had then accomplished the portraiture as I saw it.

Although I thus readily accounted to my reason, if not altogether to my conscience, for the startling fact just detailed, it did not the less fail to

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5. Large casks.

make a deep impression upon my fancy. For months I could not rid myself of the phantasm of the cat; and, during this period, there came back into my spirit a half- sentiment that seemed, but was not, remorse. I went so far as to regret the loss of the animal, and to look about me, among the vile haunts which I now habitually frequented, for another pet of the same spe- cies, and of somewhat similar appearance, with which to supply its place.

One night as I sat, half stupiSed, in a den of more than infamy, my atten- tion was suddenly drawn to some black object, reposing upon the head of one of the im mense hogsheads5 of Gin, or of Rum, which constituted the chief furniture of the apartment. I had been looking steadily at the top of this hogshead for some minutes, and what now caused me surprise was the fact that I had not sooner perceived the object thereupon. I approached it, and touched it with my hand. It was a black cat— a very large one— fully as large as Pluto, and closely resembling him in every respect but one. Pluto had not a white hair upon any portion of his body; but this cat had a large, although indeSnite splotch of white, covering nearly the whole region of the breast.

Upon my touching him, he immediately arose, purred loudly, rubbed against my hand, and appeared delighted with my notice. This, then, was the very creature of which I was in search. I at once offered to purchase it of the landlord; but this person made no claim to it— knew nothing of it— had never seen it before.

I continued my caresses, and, when I prepared to go home, the animal evinced a disposition to accompany me. I permitted it to do so; occasionally stooping and patting it as I proceeded. When it reached the house it domes- ticated itself at once, and became immediately a great favorite with my wife.

For my own part, I soon found a dislike to it arising within me. This was just the reverse of what I had anticipated; but— I know not how or why it was— its evident fondness for myself rather disgusted and annoyed. By slow degrees, these feelings of disgust and annoyance rose into the bitterness of hatred. I avoided the creature; a certain sense of shame, and the remembrance of my former deed of cruelty, preventing me from physically abusing it. I did not, for some weeks, strike, or otherwise violently ill use it; but gradually— very grad- ually— I came to look upon it with unutterable loathing, and to ^ee silently from its odious presence, as from the breath of a pestilence.

What added, no doubt, to my hatred of the beast, was the discovery, on the morning after I brought it home, that, like Pluto, it also had been deprived of one of its eyes. This circumstance, however, only endeared it to my wife, who, as I have already said, possessed, in a high degree, that humanity of feeling which had once been my distinguishing trait, and the source of many of my simplest and purest pleasures.

With my aversion to this cat, however, its partiality for myself seemed to increase. It followed my footsteps with a pertinacity which it would be dif- Scult to make the reader comprehend. Whenever I sat, it would crouch beneath my chair, or spring upon my knees, covering me with its loathsome caresses. If I arose to walk it would get between my feet and thus nearly throw me down, or, fastening its long and sharp claws in my dress, clamber, in this manner, to my breast. At such times, although I longed to destroy it

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6. Illusions.

with a blow, I was yet withheld from so doing, partly by a memory of my former crime, but chie^y— let me confess it at once— by absolute dread of the beast.

This dread was not exactly a dread of physical evil— and yet I should be at a loss how otherwise to deSne it. I am almost ashamed to own— yes, even in this felon’s cell, I am almost ashamed to own— that the terror and horror with which the animal inspired me, had been heightened by one of the mer- est chimæras6 it would be possible to conceive. My wife had called my atten- tion, more than once, to the character of the mark of white hair, of which I have spoken, and which constituted the sole visible difference between the strange beast and the one I had destroyed. The reader will remember that this mark, although large, had been originally very indeSnite; but, by slow degrees— degrees nearly imperceptible, and which for a long time my Rea- son struggled to reject as fanciful— it had, at length, assumed a rigorous distinctness of outline. It was now the repre sen ta tion of an object that I shudder to name— and for this, above all, I loathed, and dreaded, and would have rid myself of the monster had I dared— it was now, I say, the image of a hideous— of a ghastly thing— of the Gallows!— oh, mournful and terrible engine of Horror and of Crime— of Agony and of Death!

And now was I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of mere Human- ity. And a brute beast— whose fellow I had contemptuously destroyed—a brute beast to work out for me— for me a man, fashioned in the image of the High God— so much of insufferable wo! Alas! neither by day nor by night knew I the blessing of Rest any more! During the former the creature left me no moment alone; and, in the latter, I started, hourly, from dreams of unutterable fear, to Snd the hot breath of the thing upon my face, and its vast weight— an incarnate Night- Mare that I had no power to shake off— incumbent eternally upon my heart!

Beneath the pressure of torments such as these, the feeble remnant of the good within me succumbed. Evil thoughts became my sole intimates— the darkest and most evil of thoughts. The moodiness of my usual temper increased to hatred of all things and of all mankind; while, from the sud- den, frequent, and ungovernable outbursts of a fury to which I now blindly abandoned myself, my uncomplaining wife, alas! was the most usual and the most patient of sufferers.

One day she accompanied me, upon some house hold errand, into the cel- lar of the old building which our poverty compelled us to inhabit. The cat followed me down the steep stairs, and, nearly throwing me headlong, exas- perated me to madness. Uplifting an axe, and forgetting, in my wrath, the childish dread which had hitherto stayed my hand, I aimed a blow at the animal which, of course, would have proved instantly fatal had it descended as I wished. But this blow was arrested by the hand of my wife. Goaded, by the interference, into a rage more than demoniacal, I withdrew my arm from her grasp and buried the axe in her brain. She fell dead upon the spot, without a groan.

This hideous murder accomplished, I set myself forthwith, and with entire deliberation, to the task of concealing the body. I knew that I could not

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remove it from the house, either by day or by night, without the risk of being observed by the neighbors. Many projects entered my mind. At one period I thought of cutting the corpse into minute fragments, and destroying them by Sre. At another, I resolved to dig a grave for it in the ̂ oor of the cellar. Again, I deliberated about casting it in the well in the yard— about packing it in a box, as if merchandize, with the usual arrangements, and so getting a porter to take it from the house. Finally I hit upon what I considered a far better expedient than either of these. I determined to wall it up in the cellar— as the monks of the middle ages are recorded to have walled up their victims.

For a purpose such as this the cellar was well adapted. Its walls were loosely constructed, and had lately been plastered throughout with a rough plaster, which the dampness of the atmosphere had prevented from harden- ing. Moreover, in one of the walls was a projection, caused by a false chim- ney, or Sreplace, that had been Slled up, and made to resemble the rest of the cellar. I made no doubt that I could readily displace the bricks at this point, insert the corpse, and wall the whole up as before, so that no eye could detect any thing suspicious.

And in this calculation I was not deceived. By means of a crow- bar I easily dislodged the bricks, and, having carefully deposited the body against the inner wall, I propped it in that position, while, with little trouble, I re- laid the whole structure as it originally stood. Having procured mortar, sand, and hair, with every possible precaution, I prepared a plaster which could not be distinguished from the old, and with this I very carefully went over the new brick- work. When I had Snished, I felt satisSed that all was right. The wall did not present the slightest appearance of having been disturbed. The rubbish on the ^oor was picked up with the minutest care. I looked around triumphantly, and said to myself—“Here at least, then, my labor has not been in vain.”

My next step was to look for the beast which had been the cause of so much wretchedness; for I had, at length, Srmly resolved to put it to death. Had I been able to meet with it, at the moment, there could have been no doubt of its fate; but it appeared that the crafty animal had been alarmed at the violence of my previous anger, and forebore to present itself in my pres- ent mood. It is impossible to describe, or to imagine, the deep, the blissful sense of relief which the absence of the detested creature occasioned in my bosom. It did not make its appearance during the night— and thus for one night at least, since its introduction into the house, I soundly and tranquilly slept; aye, slept even with the burden of murder upon my soul!

The second and the third day passed, and still my tormentor came not. Once again I breathed as a freeman. The monster, in terror, had ^ed the premises forever! I should behold it no more! My happiness was supreme! The guilt of my dark deed disturbed me but little. Some few inquiries had been made, but these had been readily answered. Even a search had been instituted— but of course nothing was to be discovered. I looked upon my future felicity as secured.

Upon the fourth day of the assassination, a party of the police came, very unexpectedly, into the house, and proceeded again to make rigorous inves- tigation of the premises. Secure, however, in the inscrutability of my place of concealment, I felt no embarrassment what ever. The ofScers bade me accompany them in their search. They left no nook or corner unexplored.

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1. The text is that of the Srst publication in The Gift, a Philadelphia annual dated 1845 but for sale late in 1844. Historians of detective Sction usually cite Poe’s three stories about C. Auguste Dupin as the Srst of the genre. This is the third Dupin story, the others being “The Murders in

the Rue Morgue” (1841) and “The Mystery of Marie Rôget” (1842). 2. Tobacco pipe. 3. Actually the fourth ^oor (because the French do not count the Srst, the rez- de- chaussée).

At length, for the third or fourth time, they descended into the cellar. I quiv- ered not in a muscle. My heart beat calmly as that of one who slumbers in innocence. I walked the cellar from end to end. I folded my arms upon my bosom, and roamed easily to and fro. The police were thoroughly satisSed and prepared to depart. The glee at my heart was too strong to be restrained. I burned to say if but one word, by way of triumph, and to render doubly sure their assurance of my guiltlessness.

“Gentlemen,” I said at last, as the party ascended the steps, “I delight to have allayed your suspicions. I wish you all health, and a little more cour- tesy. By the bye, gentlemen, this— this is a very well constructed house.” [In the rabid desire to say something easily, I scarcely knew what I uttered at all.]—“I may say an excellently well constructed house. These walls— are you going, gentlemen?— these walls are solidly put together;” and here, through the mere phrenzy of bravado, I rapped heavily, with a cane which I held in my hand, upon that very portion of the brick- work behind which stood the corpse of the wife of my bosom.

But may God shield and deliver me from the fangs of the Arch- Fiend! No sooner had the reverberation of my blows sunk into silence, than I was answered by a voice from within the tomb!— by a cry, at Srst muf^ed and broken, like the sobbing of a child, and then quickly swelling into one long, loud, and continuous scream, utterly anomalous and inhuman— a howl— a wailing shriek, half of horror and half of triumph, such as might have arisen only out of hell, conjointly from the throats of the damned in their agony and of the demons that exult in the damnation.

Of my own thoughts it is folly to speak. Swooning, I staggered to the oppo- site wall. For one instant the party upon the stairs remained motionless, through extremity of terror and of awe. In the next, a dozen stout arms were toiling at the wall. It fell bodily. The corpse, already greatly decayed and clot- ted with gore, stood erect before the eyes of the spectators. Upon its head, with red extended mouth and solitary eye of Sre, sat the hideous beast whose craft had seduced me into murder, and whose informing voice had consigned me to the hangman. I had walled the monster up within the tomb!

1843, 1845

The Purloined Letter1

At Paris, just after dark one gusty eve ning in the autumn of 18—, I was enjoying the twofold luxury of meditation and a meerschaum,2 in company with my friend C. Auguste Dupin, in his little back library, or book- closet, au troisième,3 No. 33, Rue Dunôt, Faubourg St. Germain. For one hour at least we had maintained a profound silence; while each, to any casual observer, might have seemed intently and exclusively occupied with the

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4. The earlier cases solved by Dupin.

curling eddies of smoke that oppressed the atmosphere of the chamber. For myself, however, I was mentally discussing certain topics which had formed matter for conversation between us at an earlier period of the eve ning; I mean the affair of the Rue Morgue, and the mystery attending the murder of Marie Roget.4 I looked upon it, therefore, as something of coincidence, when the door of our apartment was thrown open and admitted our old acquaintance, Monsieur G——, the Prefect of the Pa ri sian police.

We gave him a hearty welcome; for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man, and we had not seen him for several years. We had been sitting in the dark, and Dupin now arose for the purpose of lighting a lamp, but sat down again, without doing so, upon G.’s saying that he had called to consult us, or rather to ask the opinion of my friend, about some ofScial business which had occasioned a great deal of trouble.

“If it is any point requiring re^ection,” observed Dupin, as he forebore to enkindle the wick, “we shall examine it to better purpose in the dark.”

“That is another of your odd notions,” said the Prefect, who had a fashion of calling every thing “odd” that was beyond his comprehension, and thus lived amid an absolute legion of “oddities.”

“Very true,” said Dupin, as he supplied his visiter with a pipe, and rolled towards him a very comfortable chair.

“And what is the difSculty now?” I asked. “Nothing more in the assassi- nation way, I hope?”

“Oh no; nothing of that nature. The fact is, the business is very simple indeed, and I make no doubt that we can manage it sufSciently well our- selves; but then I thought Dupin would like to hear the details of it, because it is so excessively odd.”

“Simple and odd,” said Dupin. “Why, yes; and not exactly that, either. The fact is, we have all been a good

deal puzzled because the affair is so simple, and yet baf^es us altogether.” “Perhaps it is the very simplicity of the thing which puts you at fault,”

said my friend. “What nonsense you do talk!” replied the Prefect, laughing heartily. “Perhaps the mystery is a little too plain,” said Dupin. “Oh, good heavens! who ever heard of such an idea?” “A little too self- evident.” “Ha! ha! ha!— ha! ha! ha!— ho! ho! ho!” roared out our visiter, profoundly

amused, “oh, Dupin, you will be the death of me yet!” “And what, after all, is the matter on hand?” I asked. “Why, I will tell you,” replied the Prefect, as he gave a long, steady, and

contemplative puff, and settled himself in his chair. “I will tell you in a few words; but, before I begin, let me caution you that this is an affair demand- ing the greatest secrecy, and that I should most probably lose the position I now hold, were it known that I conSded it to any one.”

“Proceed,” said I. “Or not,” said Dupin.

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“Well, then; I have received personal information, from a very high quar- ter, that a certain document of the last importance, has been purloined from the royal apartments. The individual who purloined it is known; this beyond a doubt; he was seen to take it. It is known, also, that it still remains in his possession.”

“How is this known?” asked Dupin. “It is clearly inferred,” replied the Prefect, “from the nature of the docu-

ment, and from the non- appearance of certain results which would at once arise from its passing out of the robber’s possession;— that is to say, from his employing it as he must design in the end to employ it.”

“Be a little more explicit,” I said. “Well, I may venture so far as to say that the paper gives its holder a cer-

tain power in a certain quarter where such power is im mensely valuable.” The Prefect was fond of the cant of diplomacy.

“Still I do not quite understand,” said Dupin. “No? Well; the disclosure of the document to a third person, who shall

be nameless, would bring in question the honour of a personage of most exalted station; and this fact gives the holder of the document an ascen- dancy over the illustrious personage whose honour and peace are so jeop- ardized.”

“But this ascendancy,” I interposed, “would depend upon the robber’s knowledge of the loser’s knowledge of the robber. Who would dare—”

“The thief,” said G, “is the— Minister D——, who dares all things, those unbecoming as well as those becoming a man. The method of the theft was not less ingenious than bold. The document in question— a letter, to be frank— had been received by the personage robbed while alone in the royal boudoir. During its perusal she was suddenly interrupted by the entrance of the other exalted personage from whom especially it was her wish to conceal it. After a hurried and vain endeavour to thrust it in a drawer, she was forced to place it, open as it was, upon a table. The address, however, was upper- most, and the contents thus unexposed, the letter escaped notice. At this juncture enters the Minister D——. His lynx eye immediately perceives the paper, recognises the handwriting of the address, observes the confusion of the personage addressed, and fathoms her secret. After some business trans- actions, hurried through in his ordinary manner, he produces a letter some- what similar to the one in question, opens it, pretends to read it, and then places it in close juxtaposition to the other. Again he converses, for some Sfteen minutes, upon the public affairs. At length, in taking leave, he takes also from the table the letter to which he had no claim. Its rightful own er saw, but, of course, dared not call attention to the act, in the presence of the third personage who stood at her elbow. The minister decamped; leaving his own letter— one of no importance— upon the table.”

“Here, then,” said Dupin to me, “you have precisely what you demand to make the ascendancy complete— the robber’s knowledge of the loser’s knowledge of the robber.”

“Yes,” replied the Prefect; “and the power thus attained has, for some months past, been wielded, for po liti cal purposes, to a very dangerous extent. The personage robbed is more thoroughly convinced, every day, of the neces- sity of reclaiming her letter. But this, of course, cannot be done openly. In Sne, driven to despair, she has committed the matter to me.”

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5. Informed about (French).

“Than whom,” said Dupin, amid a perfect whirlwind of smoke, “no more sagacious agent could, I suppose, be desired, or even imagined.”

“You ^atter me,” replied the Prefect; “but it is possible that some such opinion may have been entertained.”

“It is clear,” said I, “as you observe, that the letter is still in possession of the minister; since it is this possession, and not any employment, of the let- ter, which bestows the power. With the employment the power departs.”

“True,” said G——; “and upon this conviction I proceeded. My Srst care was to make thorough search of the minister’s hotel; and here my chief embarrassment lay in the necessity of searching without his knowledge. Beyond all things, I have been warned of the danger which would result from giving him reason to suspect our design.”

“But,” said I, “you are quite au fait5 in these investigations. The Pa ri sian police have done this thing often before.”

“O yes; and for this reason I did not despair. The habits of the minister gave me, too, a great advantage. He is frequently absent from home all night. His servants are by no means numerous. They sleep at a distance from their master’s apartments, and, being chie^y Neapolitans, are readily made drunk. I have keys, as you know, with which I can open any chamber or cabinet in Paris. For three months a night has not passed, during the greater part of which I have not been engaged, personally, in ransacking the D——Hotel. My honour is interested, and, to mention a great secret, the reward is enormous. So I did not abandon the search until I had become fully satisSed that the thief is a more astute man than myself. I fancy that I have investigated every nook and corner of the premises in which it is pos- sible that the paper can be concealed.”

“But is it not possible,” I suggested, “that although the letter may be in possession of the minister, as it unquestionably is, he may have concealed it elsewhere than upon his own premises?”

“This is barely possible,” said Dupin. “The present peculiar condition of affairs at court, and especially of those intrigues in which D—— is known to be involved, would render the instant availability of the document— its susceptibility of being produced at a moment’s notice— a point of nearly equal importance with its possession.”

“Its susceptibility of being produced?” said I. “That is to say, of being destroyed,” said Dupin. “True,” I observed; “the paper is clearly then upon the premises. As for its

being upon the person of the minister, we may consider that as out of the question.”

“Entirely,” said the Prefect. “He has been twice waylaid, as if by footpads, and his person rigorously searched under my own inspection.”

“You might have spared yourself this trouble,” said Dupin. “D——, I pre- sume, is not altogether a fool, and, if not, must have anticipated these way- layings, as a matter of course.”

“Not altogether a fool,” said G——, “but then he’s a poet, which I take to be only one remove from a fool.”

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6. A powerful magnifying glass. 7. Instantly (Latin).

“True;” said Dupin, after a long and thoughtful whiff from his meer- schaum, “although I have been guilty of certain doggerel myself.”

“Suppose you detail,” said I, “the particulars of your search.” “Why the fact is, we took our time, and we searched every where. I have

had long experience in these affairs. I took the entire building, room by room; devoting the nights of a whole week to each. We examined, Srst, the furniture of each apartment. We opened every possible drawer; and I pre- sume you know that, to a properly trained police agent, such a thing as a secret drawer is impossible. Any man is a dolt who permits a ‘secret’ drawer to escape him in a search of this kind. The thing is so plain. There is a cer- tain amount of bulk— of space— to be accounted for in every cabinet. Then we have accurate rules. The Sftieth part of a line could not escape us. After the cabinets we took the chairs. The cushions we probed with the Sne long needles you have seen me employ. From the tables we removed the tops.”

“Why so?” “Sometimes the top of a table, or other similarly arranged piece of furni-

ture, is removed by the person wishing to conceal an article; then the leg is excavated, the article deposited within the cavity, and the top replaced. The bottoms and tops of bed- posts are employed in the same way.”

“But could not the cavity be detected by sounding?” I asked. “By no means, if, when the article is deposited, a sufScient wadding of

cotton be placed around it. Besides, in our case, we were obliged to proceed without noise.”

“But you could not have removed— you could not have taken to pieces all articles of furniture in which it would have been possible to make a deposit in the manner you mention. A letter may be compressed into a thin spiral roll, not differing much in shape or bulk from a large knitting- needle, and in this form it might be inserted into the rung of a chair, for example. You did not take to pieces all the chairs?”

“Certainly not; but we did better— we examined the rungs of every chair in the hotel, and, indeed, the jointings of every description of furniture, by the aid of a most powerful microscope.6 Had there been any traces of recent disturbance we should not have failed to detect it instanter.7 A single grain of gimlet- dust, or sawdust, for example, would have been as obvious as an apple. Any disorder in the glueing— any unusual gaping in the joints— would have sufSced to insure detection.”

“Of course you looked to the mirrors, between the boards and the plates, and you probed the beds and the bed- clothes, as well as the curtains and carpets.”

“That of course; and when we had absolutely completed every particle of the furniture in this way, then we examined the house itself. We divided its entire surface into compartments, which we numbered, so that none might be missed; then we scrutinized each individual square inch throughout the premises, including the two houses immediately adjoining, with the micro- scope, as before.”

“The two houses adjoining!” I exclaimed; “you must have had a great deal of trouble.”

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“We had; but the reward offered is prodigious.” “You include the grounds about the houses?” “All the grounds are paved with brick. They gave us comparatively little

trouble. We examined the moss between the bricks, and found it undis- turbed.”

“And the roofs?” “We surveyed every inch of the external surface, and probed carefully

beneath every tile.” “You looked among D——’s papers, of course, and into the books of the

library?” “Certainly; we opened every package and parcel; we not only opened

every book, but we turned over every leaf in each volume, not contenting ourselves with a mere shake, according to the fashion of some of our police ofScers. We also mea sured the thickness of every book-cover, with the most accurate admea sure ment, and applied to them the most jealous scrutiny of the microscope. Had any of the bindings been recently meddled with, it would have been utterly impossible that the fact should have escaped obser- vation. Some Sve or six volumes, just from the hands of the binder, we care- fully probed, longitudinally, with the needles.”

“You explored the ^oors beneath the carpets?” “Beyond doubt. We removed every carpet, and examined the boards with

the microscope.” “And the paper on the walls?” “Yes.” “You looked into the cellars?” “We did; and, as time and labour were no objects, we dug up every one of

them to the depth of four feet.” “Then,” I said, “you have been making a miscalculation, and the letter is

not upon the premises, as you suppose.” “I fear you are right there,” said the Prefect. “And now, Dupin, what would

you advise me to do?” “To make a thorough re- search of the premises.” “That is absolutely needless,” replied G——. “I am not more sure that I

breathe than I am that the letter is not at the Hotel.” “I have no better advice to give you,” said Dupin. “You have, of course, an

accurate description of the letter?” “Oh yes!”— And here the Prefect, producing a memorandum- book, pro-

ceeded to read aloud a minute account of the internal, and especially of the external, appearance of the missing document. Soon after Snishing the perusal of this description, he took his departure, more entirely depressed in spirits than I had ever known the good gentleman before.

In about a month afterwards he paid us another visit, and found us occu- pied very nearly as before. He took a pipe and a chair, and entered into some ordinary conversation. At length I said,—

“Well, but G——, what of the purloined letter? I presume you have at last made up your mind that there is no such thing as overreaching the Minister?”

“Confound him, say I— yes; I made the re- examination, however, as Dupin suggested— but it was all labour lost, as I knew it would be.”

“How much was the reward offered, did you say?” asked Dupin.

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8. Probably the En glish surgeon John Abernethy (1764– 1831).

9. Writing desk (French).

“Why, a very great deal— a very liberal reward— I don’t like to say how much, precisely; but one thing I will say, that I wouldn’t mind giving my individual check for Sfty thousand francs to any one who could obtain me that letter. The fact is, it is becoming of more and more importance every day; and the reward has been lately doubled. If it were trebled, however, I could do no more than I have done.”

“Why, yes,” said Dupin, drawlingly, between the whiffs of his meerschaum, “I really— think, G——, you have not exerted yourself— to the utmost in this matter. You might— do a little more, I think, eh?”

“How?—in what way?” “Why—puff, puff— you might— puff, puff— employ counsel in the matter,

eh?— puff, puff, puff. Do you remember the story they tell of Abernethy?”8 “No; hang Abernethy!” “To be sure! hang him and welcome. But, once upon a time, a certain

rich miser conceived the design of spunging upon this Abernethy for a med- ical opinion. Getting up, for this purpose, an ordinary conversation in a private company, he insinuated his case to the physician, as that of an imaginary individual.

“ ‘We will suppose,’ said the miser, ‘that his symptoms are such and such; now, doctor, what would you have directed him to take?’

“ ‘Take!’ said Abernethy, ‘why, take advice, to be sure.’ ” “But,” said the Prefect, a little discomposed, “I am perfectly willing to

take advice, and to pay for it. I would really give Sfty thousand francs, every centime of it, to any one who would aid me in the matter!”

“In that case,” replied Dupin, opening a drawer, and producing a check- book, “you may as well Sll me up a check for the amount mentioned. When you have signed it, I will hand you the letter.”

I was astounded. The Prefect appeared absolutely thunder- stricken. For some minutes he remained speechless and motionless, looking incredu- lously at my friend with open mouth, and eyes that seemed starting from their sockets; then, apparently recovering himself in some mea sure, he seized a pen, and after several pauses and vacant stares, Snally Slled up and signed a check for Sfty thousand francs, and handed it across the table to Dupin. The latter examined it carefully and deposited it in his pocket- book; then, unlocking an escritoire,9 took thence a letter and gave it to the Prefect. This functionary grasped it in a perfect agony of joy; opened it with a trem- bling hand, cast a rapid glance at its contents, and then, scrambling and struggling to the door, rushed at length unceremoniously from the room and from the house, without having uttered a solitary syllable since Dupin had requested him to Sll up the check.

When he had gone, my friend entered into some explanations. “The Pa ri sian police,” he said, “are exceedingly able in their way. They are

persevering, ingenious, cunning, and thoroughly versed in the knowledge which their duties seem chie^y to demand. Thus when G—— detailed to us his mode of searching the premises at the Hotel D——, I felt the entire conSdence in his having made a satisfactory investigation— so far as his labours extended.”

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1. Procrustes, legendary Greek bandit, made his victims St the bed he bound them to, either by stretching them to the required length or by hack- ing off any surplus length in the feet and legs. 2. Phi los o phers of the 15th to 16th centuries

who depicted human behavior as ultimately motivated by selSshness. Duc de la Rochefou- cauld (1613– 1680) and Jean de la Bruyère (1645– 1696), French moralists. Niccolò Macchiavelli (1469– 1527) and Tommaso Campanella (1568–

“So far as his labours extended?” said I. “Yes,” said Dupin. “The mea sures adopted were not only the best of their

kind, but carried out to absolute perfection. Had the letter been deposited within the range of their search, these fellows would, beyond a question, have found it.”

I merely laughed— but he seemed quite serious in all that he said. “The mea sures, then,” he continued, “were good in their kind, and well

executed; their defect lay in their being inapplicable to the case, and to the man. A certain set of highly ingenious resources are, with the Prefect, a sort of Procrustean bed,1 to which he forcibly adapts his designs. But he perpetu- ally errs by being too deep or too shallow, for the matter in hand; and many a schoolboy is a better reasoner than he. I knew one about eight years of age, whose success at guessing in the game of ‘even and odd’ attracted universal admiration. This game is simple, and is played with marbles. One player holds in his hand a number of these toys; and demands of another whether that number is even or odd. If the guess is right, the guesser wins one; if wrong, he loses one. The boy to whom I allude won all the marbles of the school. Of course he had some principle of guessing; and this lay in mere observation and admea sure ment of the astuteness of his opponents. For example, an arrant simpleton is his opponent, and, holding up his closed hand, asks, ‘are they even or odd?’ Our schoolboy replies ‘odd,’ and loses; but upon the second trial he wins, for he then says to himself, ‘the simpleton had them even upon the Srst trial, and his amount of cunning is just sufS- cient to make him have them odd upon the second; I will therefore guess odd;’— he guesses odd, and wins. Now, with a simpleton a degree above the Srst, he would have reasoned thus: ‘this fellow Snds that in the Srst instance I guessed odd, and, in the second, he will propose to himself, upon the Srst impulse, a simple variation from even to odd, as did the Srst simpleton; but then a second thought will suggest that this is too simple a variation, and Snally he will decide upon putting it even as before. I will therefore guess even;’— he guesses even, and wins. Now this mode of reasoning in the schoolboy, whom his fellows termed ‘lucky,’— what, in its last analysis, is it?”

“It is merely,” I said, “an identiScation of the reasoner’s intellect with that of his opponent.”

“It is,” said Dupin; “and, upon inquiring of the boy by what means he effected the thorough identiScation in which his success consisted, I received answer as follows: ‘When I wish to Snd out how wise, or how stupid, or how good, or how wicked is any one, or what are his thoughts at the moment, I fashion the expression of my face, as accurately as possible, in accordance with the expression of his, and then wait to see what thoughts or senti- ments arise in my mind or heart, as if to match or correspond with the expression.’ This response of the schoolboy lies at the bottom of all the spurious profundity which has been attributed to Rochefoucault, to La Bougive, to Machiavelli, and to Campanella.”2

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1639), Italian phi los o phers. Poe used a variant spelling for Rochefoucauld, and his printer prob- ably misread “La Bruyère” as “La Bougive.”

3. Out of the ordinary, esoteric (French). 4. A logical fallacy (Latin).

“And the identiScation,” I said, “of the reasoner’s intellect with that of his opponent, depends, if I understand you aright, upon the accuracy with which the opponent’s intellect is admea sured.”

“For its practical value it depends upon this,” replied Dupin; “and the Pre- fect and his cohort fail so frequently, Srst, by default of this identiScation, and, secondly, by ill- admeasurement, or rather through non- admeasurement, of the intellect with which they are engaged. They consider only their own ideas of ingenuity; and, in searching for any thing hidden, advert only to the modes in which they would have hidden it. They are right in this much— that their own ingenuity is a faithful representative of that of the mass; but when the cunning of the individual felon is diverse in character from their own, the felon foils them, of course. This always happens when it is above their own, and very usually when it is below. They have no variation of principle in their investigations; at best, when urged by some unusual emergency— by some extraordinary reward— they extend or exaggerate their old modes of prac- tice, without touching their principles. What, for example, in this case of D——, has been done to vary the principle of action? What is all this boring, and probing, and sounding, and scrutinizing with the microscope, and divid- ing the surface of the building into registered square inches— what is it all but an exaggeration of the application of the one principle or set of principles of search, which are based upon the one set of notions regarding human ingenuity, to which the Prefect, in the long routine of his duty, has been accustomed? Do you not see he has taken it for granted that all men proceed to conceal a letter,— not exactly in a gimlet- hole bored in a chair- leg—but, at least, in some out- of- the- way hole or corner suggested by the same tenor of thought which would urge a man to secrete a letter in a gimlet- hole bored in a chair- leg? And do you not see also, that such recherchés3 nooks for con- cealment are adapted only for ordinary occasions, and would be adopted only by ordinary intellects; for, in all cases of concealment, a disposal of the article concealed— a disposal of it in this recherché manner,— is, in the very Srst instance, presumed and presumable; and thus its discovery depends, not at all upon the acumen, but altogether upon the mere care, patience, and determination of the seekers; and where the case is of importance— or, what amounts to the same thing in the policial eyes, when the reward is of magnitude, the qualities in question have never been known to fail. You will now understand what I meant in suggesting that, had the purloined letter been hidden any where within the limits of the Prefect’s examination— in other words, had the principle of its concealment been comprehended within the principles of the Prefect— its discovery would have been a matter alto- gether beyond question. This functionary, however, has been thoroughly mystiSed; and the remote source of his defeat lies in the supposition that the Minister is a fool, because he has acquired renown as a poet. All fools are poets; this the Prefect feels; and he is merely guilty of a non distributio medii4 in thence inferring that all poets are fools.”

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5. The odds are that every common notion, every accepted convention, is nonsense, because it has suited itself to the majority (French). Sébastian Roch Nicolas Chamfort (1741– 1794), author of

Maximes et Pensées. 6. Jacob Bryant (1715– 1804), En glish scholar who wrote A New System, or an Analysis of Antient Mythology (1774– 76).

“But is this really the poet?” I asked. “There are two brothers, I know; and both have attained reputation in letters. The Minister I believe has written learnedly on the Differential Calculus. He is a mathematician, and no poet.”

“You are mistaken; I know him well; he is both. As poet and mathemati- cian, he would reason well; as poet, profoundly; as mere mathematician, he could not have reasoned at all, and thus would have been at the mercy of the Prefect.”

“You surprise me,” I said, “by these opinions, which have been contra- dicted by the voice of the world. You do not mean to set at naught the well- digested idea of centuries. The mathematical reason has been long regarded as the reason par excellence.”

“ ‘Il y a à parier,’ replied Dupin, quoting from Chamfort, ‘que toute idée publique, toute convention reçue, est une sottise, car elle a convenue au plus grand nombre.’5 The mathematicians, I grant you, have done their best to promulgate the pop u lar error to which you allude, and which is none the less an error for its promulgation as truth. With an art worthy a better cause, for example, they have insinuated the term ‘analysis’ into application to algebra. The French are the originators of this par tic u lar deception; but if a term is of any importance— if words derive any value from applicability— then ‘analysis’ conveys ‘algebra’ about as much as, in Latin, ‘ambitus’ implies ‘ambition,’ ‘religio’ ‘religion,’ or ‘homines honesti,’ a set of honourable men.”

“You have a quarrel on hand, I see,” said I, “with some of the algebraists of Paris; but proceed.”

“I dispute the availability, and thus the value, of that reason which is culti- vated in any especial form other than the abstractly logical. I dispute, in par- tic u lar, the reason educed by mathematical study. The mathematics are the science of form and quantity; mathematical reasoning is merely logic applied to observation upon form and quantity. The great error lies in supposing that even the truths of what is called pure algebra, are abstract or general truths. And this error is so egregious that I am confounded at the universality with which it has been received. Mathematical axioms are not axioms of general truth. What is true of relation— of form and quantity— is often grossly false in regard to morals, for example. In this latter science it is very usually untrue that the aggregated parts are equal to the whole. In chemistry also the axiom fails. In the consideration of motive it fails; for two motives, each of a given value, have not, necessarily, a value when united, equal to the sum of their values apart. There are numerous other mathematical truths which are only truths within the limits of relation. But the mathematician argues, from his "nite truths, through habit, as if they were of absolutely general applicabil- ity— as the world indeed imagines them to be. Bryant,6 in his very learned ‘Mythology,’ mentions an analogous source of error, when he says that ‘although the Pagan fables are not believed, yet we forget ourselves continu- ally, and make inferences from them as existing realities.’ With the algebra- ist, however, who are Pagans themselves, the ‘Pagan fables’ are believed, and the inferences are made, not so much through lapse of memory, as through an unaccountable addling of the brains. In short, I never yet encountered the

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7. The power of inertia (Latin).

mere mathematician who could be trusted out of equal roots, or one who did not clandestinely hold it as a point of his faith x2 + px was absolutely and unconditionally equal to q. Say to one of these gentlemen, by way of experi- ment, if you please, that you believe occasions may occur where x2 + px is not altogether equal to q, and, having made him understand what you mean, get out of his reach as speedily as con ve nient, for, beyond doubt, he will endeav- our to knock you down.

“I mean to say,” continued Dupin, while I merely laughed at his last observations, “that if the Minister had been no more than a mathematician, the Prefect would have been under no necessity of giving me this check. Had he been no more than a poet, I think it probable that he would have foiled us all. I knew him, however, as both mathematician and poet, and my mea sures were adapted to his capacity, with reference to the circumstances by which he was surrounded. I knew him as a courtier, too, and as a bold intriguant. Such a man, I considered, could not fail to be aware of the ordi- nary policial modes of action. He could not have failed to anticipate— and events have proved that he did not fail to anticipate— the waylayings to which he was subjected. He must have foreseen, I re^ected, the secret investigations of his premises. His frequent absences from home at night, which were hailed by the Prefect as certain aids to his success, I regarded only as ruses, to afford opportunity for thorough search to the police, and thus the sooner to impress them with the conviction to which G——, in fact, did Snally arrive— the conviction that the letter was not upon the premises. I felt, also, that the whole train of thought, which I was at some pains in detailing to you just now, concerning the invariable principle of policial action in searches for articles concealed— I felt that this whole train of thought would necessarily pass through the mind of the Minister. It would imperatively lead him to despise all the ordinary nooks of conceal- ment. He could not, I re^ected, be so weak as not to see that the most intri- cate and remote recess of his hotel would be as open as his commonest closets to the eyes, to the probes, to the gimlets, and to the microscopes of the Prefect. I saw, in Sne, that he would be driven, as a matter of course, to simplicity, if not deliberately induced to it as a matter of choice. You will remember, perhaps how desperately the Prefect laughed when I suggested, upon our Srst interview, that it was just possible this mystery troubled him so much on account of its being so very self- evident.”

“Yes,” said I, “I remember his merriment well. I really thought he would have fallen into convulsions.”

“The material world,” continued Dupin, “abounds with very strict analo- gies to the immaterial; and thus some colour of truth has been given to the rhetorical dogma, that meta phor, or simile, may be made to strengthen an argument, as well as to embellish a description. The principle of the vis iner- tiæ,7 for example, with the amount of momentum proportionate with it and consequent upon it, seems to be identical in physics and metaphysics. It is not more true in the former, that a large body is with more difSculty set in motion than a smaller one, and that its subsequent impetus is commensu- rate with this difSculty, than it is, in the latter, that intellects of the vaster capacity, while more forcible, more constant, and more eventful in their

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movements than those of inferior grade, are yet the less readily moved, and more embarrassed and full of hesitation in the Srst few steps of their prog- ress. Again: have you ever noticed which of the street signs, over the shop- doors, are the most attractive of attention?”

“I have never given the matter a thought,” I said. “There is a game of puzzles,” he resumed, “which is played upon a map.

One party playing requires another to Snd a given word— the name of town, river, state, or empire— any word, in short, upon the motley and perplexed surface of the chart. A novice in the game generally seeks to embarrass his opponents by giving them the most minutely lettered names; but the adept selects such words as stretch, in large characters, from one end of the chart to the other. These, like the over- largely lettered signs and placards of the street, escape observation by dint of being excessively obvi- ous; and here the physical oversight is precisely analogous with the moral inapprehension by which the intellect suffers to pass unnoticed those con- siderations which are too obtrusively and too palpably self- evident. But this is a point, it appears, somewhat above or beneath the understanding of the Prefect. He never once thought it probable, or possible, that the Minister had deposited the letter immediately beneath the nose of the whole world, by way of best preventing any portion of that world from per- ceiving it.

“But the more I re^ected upon the daring, dashing, and discriminating ingenuity of D——; upon the fact that the document must always have been at hand, if he intended to use it to good purpose; and upon the deci- sive evidence, obtained by the Prefect, that it was not hidden within the limits of that dignitary’s ordinary search— the more satisSed I became that, to conceal this letter, the Minister had resorted to the comprehensive and sagacious expedient of not attempting to conceal it at all.

“Full of these ideas, I prepared myself with a pair of green spectacles, and called one Sne morning, quite by accident, at the ministerial hotel. I found D—— at home, yawning, lounging, and dawdling as usual, and pretending to be in the last extremity of ennui.8 He is, perhaps, the most really energetic human being now alive— but that is only when nobody sees him.

“To be even with him, I complained of my weak eyes, and lamented the necessity of the spectacles, under cover of which I cautiously and thoroughly surveyed the whole apartment, while seemingly intent only upon the conver- sation of my host.

“I paid especial attention to a large writing- table near which he sat, and upon which lay confusedly, some miscellanous letters and other papers, with one or two musical instruments and a few books. Here, however, after a long and very deliberate scrutiny, I saw nothing to excite par tic u lar suspicion.

“At length my eyes, in going the circuit of the room, fell upon a trumpery Sllagree card- rack of pasteboard, that hung dangling by a dirty blue riband, from a little brass knob just beneath the middle of the mantel- piece. In this rack, which had three or four compartments, were Sve or six visiting- cards, and a solitary letter. This last was much soiled and crumpled. It was torn nearly in two, across the middle— as if a design, in the Srst instance, to tear

8. Boredom (French).

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it entirely up as worthless, had been altered, or stayed, in the second. It had a large black seal, bearing the D—— cipher very conspicuously, and was addressed, in a diminutive female hand, to D——, the minister himself. It was thrust carelessly, and even, as it seemed, contemptuously, into one of the uppermost divisions of the rack.

“No sooner had I glanced at this letter, than I concluded it to be that of which I was in search. To be sure, it was, to all appearance, radically differ- ent from the one of which the Prefect had read us so minute a description. Here the seal was large and black, with the D—— cipher; there, it was small and red, with the ducal arms of the S—— family. Here, the address, to the minister, was diminutive and feminine; there, the superscription, to a cer- tain royal personage, was markedly bold and decided; the size alone formed a point of correspondence. But, then, the radicalness of these differences, which was excessive; the dirt, the soiled and torn condition of the paper, so inconsistent with the true methodical habits of D——, and so suggestive of a design to delude the beholder into an idea of the worthlessness of the document; these things, together with the hyper- obtrusive situation of this document, full in the view of every visiter, and thus exactly in accordance with the conclusions to which I had previously arrived; these things, I say, were strongly corroborative of suspicion, in one who came with the intention to suspect.

“I protracted my visit as long as possible, and, while I maintained a most animated discussion with the minister, upon a topic which I knew well had never failed to interest and excite him, I kept my attention really riveted upon the letter. In this examination, I committed to memory its external appearance and arrangement in the rack; and also fell, at length, upon a discovery which set at rest what ever trivial doubt I might have entertained. In scrutinizing the edges of the paper, I observed them to be more chafed than seemed necessary. They presented the broken appearance which is manifested when a stiff paper, having been once folded and pressed with a folder, is refolded in a reversed direction, in the same creases or edges which had formed the original fold. This discovery was sufScient. It was clear to me that the letter had been turned, as a glove, inside out, re- directed, and re- sealed. I bade the minister good morning and took my departure at once, leaving a gold snuff- box upon the table.

“The next morning I called for the snuff- box, when we resumed, quite eagerly, the conversation of the preceding day. While thus engaged, how- ever, a loud report, as if of a pistol, was heard immediately beneath the windows of the hotel, and was succeeded by a series of fearful screams, and the shoutings of a terriSed mob. D—— rushed to a casement, threw it open, and looked out. In the meantime, I stepped to the card- rack, took the letter, put it in my pocket, and replaced it by a fac- simile, which I had care- fully prepared at my lodgings— imitating the D—— cipher, very readily, by means of a seal formed of bread.

“The disturbance in the street had been occasioned by the frantic behav- iour of a man with a musket. He had Sred it among a crowd of women and children. It proved, however, to have been without ball, and the fellow was suffered to go his way as a lunatic or a drunkard. When he had gone, D—— came from the window, whither I had followed him immediately upon

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securing the object in view. Soon afterwards I bade him farewell. The pre- tended lunatic was a man in my own pay.”

“But what purpose had you,” I asked, “in replacing the letter by a fac- simile? Would it not have been better, at the Srst visit, to have seized it openly, and departed?”

“D——,” replied Dupin, “is a desperate man, and a man of nerve. His hotel, too, is not without attendants devoted to his interests. Had I made the wild attempt you suggest, I should never have left the ministerial pres- ence alive. The good people of Paris would have heard of me no more. But I had an object apart from these considerations. You know my po liti cal prepossessions. In this matter, I act as a partisan of the lady concerned. For eigh teen months the minister has had her in his power. She has now him in hers— since, being unaware that the letter is not in his possession, he will proceed with his exactions as if it was. Thus will he inevitably commit himself, at once, to his po liti cal destruction. His downfall, too, will not be more precipitate than awkward. It is all very well to talk about the facilis descensus Averni;9 but in all kinds of climbing, as Catalini1 said of singing, it is far more easy to get up than to come down. In the present instance I have no sympathy— at least no pity for him who descends. He is that monstrum horrendum,2 an unprincipled man of genius. I confess, however, that I should like very well to know the precise character of his thoughts, when, being deSed by her whom the Prefect terms ‘a certain personage,’ he is reduced to opening the letter which I left for him in the card- rack.”

“How? did you put any thing par tic u lar in it?” “Why—it did not seem altogether right to leave the interior blank— that

would have been insulting. To be sure, D——, at Vienna once, did me an evil turn, which I told him, quite good- humouredly, that I should remem- ber. So, as I knew he would feel some curiosity in regard to the identity of the person who had outwitted him, I thought it a pity not to give him a clue. He is well acquainted with my MS., and I just copied into the middle of the blank sheet the words—

“ ‘—Un dessein si funeste, S’il n’est digne d’Atrée, est digne de Thyeste.’

They are to be found in Crébillon’s ‘Atrée.’ ”3

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9. From Virgil’s Aeneid, book 6: “The descent to Avernus [Hell] is easy.” 1. Angelica Catalani (1780– 1849), Italian singer. 2. “Dreadful monstrosity” (Virgil’s epithet for Polyphemus, the one- eyed man- eating giant, in book 3 of the Aeneid). 3. Prosper Jolyot de Crébillon (1674– 1762) wrote

Atrée et Thyeste (1707), in which the Greek mytho- logical Sgure Thyestes seduces the wife of his brother Atreus, the king of Mycenae; in revenge Atreus murders the three sons of Thyestes and cooks them up to serve to their father at a feast. The quotation reads: “So baneful a scheme, / if not worthy of Atreus, is worthy of Thyestes” (French).

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The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar1

Of course I shall not pretend to consider it any matter for won der, that the extraordinary case of M. Valdemar has excited discussion. It would have been a miracle had it not— especially under the circumstances. Through the desire of all parties concerned, to keep the affair from the public, at least for the pres ent, or until we had farther opportunities for investigation— through our endeavors to effect this— a garbled or exaggerated account made its way into society, and became the source of many unpleasant misrepre sen ta tions, and, very naturally, of a great deal of disbelief.

It is now rendered necessary that I give the facts— as far as I comprehend them myself. They are, succinctly, these:

My attention, for the last three years, had been repeatedly drawn to the subject of Mesmerism; and, about nine months ago, it occurred to me, quite suddenly, that in the series of experiments made hitherto, there had been a very remarkable and most unaccountable omission:— no person had as yet been mesmerized in articulo mortis.2 It remained to be seen, Srst, whether, in such condition, there existed in the patient any susceptibility to the mag- netic in^uence; secondly, whether, if any existed, it was impaired or increased by the condition; thirdly, to what extent, or for how long a period, the encroachments of Death might be arrested by the pro cess. There were other points to be ascertained, but these most excited my curiosity— the last in especial, from the im mensely impor tant character of its conse- quences.

In looking around me for some subject by whose means I might test these particulars, I was brought to think of my friend, M. Ernest Valdemar, the well- known compiler of the “Bibliotheca Forensica,” and author ( under the nom de plume of Issachar Marx) of the Polish versions of “Wallenstein” and “Gargantua.”3 M. Valdemar, who has resided principally at Harlaem, N. Y., since the year 1839, is (or was) particularly noticeable for the extreme spareness of his person— his lower limbs much resembling those of John

1. “The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar” was Srst published in the December 1845 American Whig Review and then was reprinted in a number of venues, including the December 1845 Broad- way Journal, from which the text of the story is taken. The “M.” is an abbreviation for “Monsieur.” Many readers regarded the story as an account of an actual scientiSc experiment. In an 1847 letter to a medical student, Poe remarked that the tale “was a hoax, of course.” But for the printing in the Broadway Journal, Poe included an introductory note, written in the voice of the paper’s editor, that encouraged readers to suspend disbelief: “An article of ours, thus entitled, was published in the last number of Mr.  Colton’s ‘American Review,’ and has given rise to some discussion— especially in regard to the truth or falsity of the statements made. It does not become us, of course, to offer one word on the point at issue. We have been requested to reprint the article, and do so with plea sure. We leave it to speak for itself. We may observe, however, that there are a certain class of people who pride themselves upon Doubt, as a profession.— Ed. B. J.”

2. At the moment of death (Latin). “Mesmer- ism”: Also called “animal magnetism” (and in our own time hypnotism), mesmerism was initially championed by the German doctor Franz Mes- mer (1734–1815), who believed that humans and animals generated invisible natu ral forces that could be harnessed and controlled by skilled prac ti tion ers. He was especially interested in how mesmerism could be used to cure such phys- ical conditions as blindness. At the time that Poe wrote “The Facts in the Case of M. Valdemar,” mesmerism had become popu lar among Ameri- can health reformers, who regarded it as an effective scientiSc method of treating per sis tent headaches and other bodily disorders. 3. The in ven ted character Valdemar is presented as the translator of the German writer Friedrich Schiller (1759–1804), whose Wallenstein (a tril- ogy of plays) was published in 1798–1799, and the French writer François Rabelais (1494–1553), whose best- known work is Gargantua and Pan- tagruel (published in sections from 1532 to 1564). “Bibliotheca Forensica”: a library of legal works; “nom de plume”: pen name (French).

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4. The Virginian po liti cal leader John Randolph (1773–1833) strongly advocated state’ rights and was the owner of one of Virginia’s largest slave plantations. But late in his career he went on rec ord opposing slavery, and at his death he

freed his slaves. Randolph regularly claimed that he was descended from the Indian princess Pocahontas. 5. Tuberculosis; a disease of the lungs.

Randolph;4 and, also, for the whiteness of his whis kers, in violent contrast to the blackness of his hair— the latter, in consequence, being very gener- ally mistaken for a wig. His temperament was markedly ner vous, and ren- dered him a good subject for mesmeric experiment. On two or three occasions I had put him to sleep with little difSculty, but was disappointed in other results which his peculiar constitution had naturally led me to anticipate. His will was at no period positively, or thoroughly, under my control, and in regard to clairvoyance, I could accomplish with him nothing to be relied upon. I always attributed my failure at these points to the disordered state of his health. For some months previous to my becoming acquainted with him, his physicians had declared him in a conSrmed phthisis.5 It was his custom, indeed, to speak calmly of his approaching dissolution, as of a matter neither to be avoided nor regretted.

When the ideas to which I have alluded Srst occurred to me, it was of course very natu ral that I should think of M. Valdemar. I knew the steady philosophy of the man too well to apprehend any scruples from him; and he had no relatives in Amer i ca who would be likely to interfere. I spoke to him frankly upon the subject; and, to my surprise, his interest seemed vividly excited. I say to my surprise; for, although he had always yielded his person freely to my experiments, he had never before given me any tokens of sym- pathy with what I did. His disease was of that character which would admit of exact calculation in re spect to the epoch of its termination in death; and it was S nally arranged between us that he would send for me about twenty- four hours before the period announced by his physicians as that of his decease.

It is now rather more than seven months since I received, from M. Valdemar himself, the subjoined note:

MY DEAR P— — , You may as well come now. D— — and F— — are agreed that I can-

not hold out beyond to- morrow midnight; and I think they have hit the time very nearly.

VALDEMAR.

I received this note within half an hour after it was written, and in Sfteen minutes more I was in the dying man’s chamber. I had not seen him for ten days, and was appalled by the fearful alteration which the brief interval had wrought in him. His face wore a leaden hue; the eyes were utterly lustre- less; and the emaciation was so extreme that the skin had been broken through by the cheek- bones. His expectoration was excessive. The pulse was barely perceptible. He retained, nevertheless, in a very remarkable manner, both his mental power and a certain degree of physical strength. He spoke with distinctness— took some palliative medicines without aid— and, when I entered the room, was occupied in penciling memoranda in a pocket- book. He was propped up in the bed by pillows. Doctors D— — and F— — were in attendance.

6. Turned into tough, Sbrous tissue and some- thing bonelike. 7. Pussy wart like projections. 8. Painful and dangerous heart condition marked

by the swelling of the main artery. 9. In the exact words (Latin). 1. Hypnotic hand and arm movements.

After pressing Valdemar’s hand, I took these gentlemen aside, and obtained from them a minute account of the patient’s condition. The left lung had been for eigh teen months in a semi- osseous or cartilaginous state,6 and was, of course, entirely useless for all purposes of vitality. The right, in its upper portion, was also partially, if not thoroughly, ossiSed, while the lower region was merely a mass of purulent tubercles,7 running one into another. Several extensive perforations existed; and, at one point, permanent adhesion to the ribs had taken place. These appearances in the right lobe were of compara- tively recent date. The ossiScation had proceeded with very unusual rapidity; no sign of it had been discovered a month before, and the adhesion had only been observed during the three previous days. In de pen dently of the phthisis, the patient was suspected of aneurism of the aorta;8 but on this point the osseous symptoms rendered an exact diagnosis impossible. It was the opinion of both physicians that M. Valdemar would die about midnight on the mor- row (Sunday). It was then seven o’clock on Saturday eve ning.

On quitting the invalid’s bed- side to hold conversation with myself, Doc- tors D— — and F— — had bidden him a Snal farewell. It had not been their intention to return; but, at my request, they agreed to look in upon the patient about ten the next night.

When they had gone, I spoke freely with M. Valdemar on the subject of his approaching dissolution, as well as, more particularly, of the experiment proposed. He still professed himself quite willing and even anxious to have it made, and urged me to commence it at once. A male and a female nurse were in attendance; but I did not feel myself altogether at liberty to engage in a task of this character with no more reliable witnesses than these people, in case of sudden accident, might prove. I therefore postponed operations until about eight the next night, when the arrival of a medical student with whom I had some acquaintance, (Mr.  Theodore L— — l,) relieved me from farther embarrassment. It had been my design, originally, to wait for the physicians; but I was induced to proceed, Srst, by the urgent entreaties of M. Valdemar, and secondly, by my conviction that I had not a moment to lose, as he was evidently sinking fast.

Mr. L— — l was so kind as to accede to my desire that he would take notes of all that occurred; and it is from his memoranda that what I now have to relate is, for the most part, either condensed or copied verbatim.9

It wanted about Sve minutes of eight when, taking the patient’s hand, I begged him to state, as distinctly as he could, to Mr. L— — l, whether he (M. Valdemar) was entirely willing that I should make the experiment of mesmerizing him in his then condition.

He replied feebly, yet quite audibly, “Yes, I wish to be mesmerized”— adding immediately afterwards, “I fear you have deferred it too long.”

While he spoke thus, I commenced the passes1 which I had already found most effectual in subduing him. He was evidently in^uenced with the Srst lateral stroke of my hand across his forehead; but although I exerted all my powers, no farther perceptible effect was induced until some minutes after ten

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o’clock, when Doctors D— — and F— — called, according to appointment. I explained to them, in a few words, what I designed, and as they opposed no objection, saying that the patient was already in the death agony, I proceeded without hesitation— exchanging, however, the lateral passes for downward ones, and directing my gaze entirely into the right eye of the sufferer.

By this time his pulse was imperceptible and his breathing was sterto- rous,2 and at intervals of half a minute.

This condition was nearly unaltered for a quarter of an hour. At the expi- ration of this period, however, a natu ral although a very deep sigh escaped the bosom of the dying man, and the stertorous breathing ceased— that is to say, its stertorousness was no longer apparent; the intervals were undi- minished. The patient’s extremities were of an icy coldness.

At Sve minutes before eleven I perceived unequivocal signs of the mes- meric in^uence. The glassy roll of the eye was changed for that expression of uneasy inward examination which is never seen except in cases of sleep- waking, and which it is quite impossible to mistake. With a few rapid lateral passes I made the lids quiver, as in incipient sleep, and with a few more I closed them altogether. I was not satisSed, however, with this, but contin- ued the manipulations vigorously, and with the fullest exertion of the will, until I had completely stiffened the limbs of the slumberer, after placing them in a seemingly easy position. The legs were at full length; the arms were nearly so, and reposed on the bed at a moderate distance from the loins. The head was very slightly elevated.

When I had accomplished this, it was fully midnight, and I requested the gentlemen pres ent to examine M. Valdemar’s condition. After a few experi- ments, they admitted him to be in an unusually perfect state of mesmeric trance. The curiosity of both the physicians was greatly excited. Dr. D— — resolved at once to remain with the patient all night, while Dr. F— — took leave with a promise to return at day- break. Mr.  L— —l and the nurses remained.

We left M. Valdemar entirely undisturbed until about three o’clock in the morning, when I approached him and found him in precisely the same condi- tion as when Dr. F— — went away— that is to say, he lay in the same position; the pulse was imperceptible; the breathing was gentle (scarcely noticeable, unless through the application of a mirror to the lips); the eyes were closed naturally; and the limbs were as rigid and as cold as marble. Still, the gen- eral appearance was certainly not that of death.

As I approached M. Valdemar I made a kind of half effort to in^uence his right arm into pursuit of my own, as I passed the latter gently to and fro above his person. In such experiments with this patient I had never per- fectly succeeded before, and as suredly I had little thought of succeeding now; but to my astonishment, his arm very readily, although feebly, fol- lowed every direction I assigned it with mine. I determined to hazard a few words of conversation.

“M. Valdemar,” I said, “are you asleep?” He made no answer, but I per- ceived a tremor about the lips, and was thus induced to repeat the question, again and again. At its third repetition, his whole frame was agitated by a very slight shivering; the eye- lids unclosed themselves so far as to display a

2. Noisy, gasping breathing, like snoring.

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white line of the ball; the lips moved sluggishly, and from between them, in a barely audible whisper, issued the words:

“Yes;— asleep now. Do not wake me!— let me die so!” I here felt the limbs and found them as rigid as ever. The right arm, as

before, obeyed the direction of my hand. I questioned the sleep- waker again: “Do you still feel pain in the breast, M. Valdemar?” The answer now was immediate, but even less audible than before: “No pain— I am dying.” I did not think it advisable to disturb him farther just then, and nothing

more was said or done until the arrival of Dr. F— — , who came a little before sunrise, and expressed unbounded astonishment at Snding the patient still alive. After feeling the pulse and applying a mirror to the lips, he requested me to speak to the sleep- waker again. I did so, saying:

“M. Valdemar, do you still sleep?” As before, some minutes elapsed ere a reply was made; and during the

interval the dying man seemed to be collecting his energies to speak. At my fourth repetition of the question, he said very faintly, almost inaudibly:

“Yes; still asleep— dying.” It was now the opinion, or rather the wish, of the physicians, that

M. Valdemar should be suffered to remain undisturbed in his pres ent appar- ently tranquil condition, until death should supervene— and this, it was gener- ally agreed, must now take place within a few minutes. I concluded, however, to speak to him once more, and merely repeated my previous question.

While I spoke, there came a marked change over the countenance of the sleep- waker. The eyes rolled themselves slowly open, the pupils disappearing upwardly; the skin generally assumed a cadaverous hue, resembling not so much parchment as white paper; and the circular hectic spots which, hith- erto, had been strongly deSned in the centre of each cheek, went out at once. I use this expression, because the suddenness of their departure put me in mind of nothing so much as the extinguishment of a candle by a puff of the breath. The upper lip, at the same time, writhed itself away from the teeth, which it had previously covered completely; while the lower jaw fell with an audible jerk, leaving the mouth widely extended, and disclosing in full view the swollen and blackened tongue. I presume that no member of the party then pres ent had been unaccustomed to death- bed horrors; but so hideous beyond conception was the appearance of M. Valdemar at this moment, that there was a general shrinking back from the region of the bed.

I now feel that I have reached a point of this narrative at which every reader will be startled into positive disbelief. It is my business, however, simply to proceed.

There was no longer the faintest sign of vitality in M. Valdemar; and con- cluding him to be dead, we were consigning him to the charge of the nurses, when a strong vibratory motion was observable in the tongue. This continued for perhaps a minute. At the expiration of this period, there issued from the distended and motionless jaws a voice— such as it would be madness in me to attempt describing. There are, indeed, two or three epithets which might be considered as applicable to it in part; I might say, for example, that the sound was harsh, and broken and hollow; but the hideous whole is indescribable, for the simple reason that no similar sounds have ever jarred upon the ear of humanity. There were two particulars, nevertheless, which I thought then,

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3. Close, harmonious relationship (French).

and still think, might fairly be stated as characteristic of the intonation—as well adapted to convey some idea of its unearthly peculiarity. In the Srst place, the voice seemed to reach our ears—at least mine— from a vast dis- tance, or from some deep cavern within the earth. In the second place, it impressed me (I fear, indeed, that it will be impossible to make myself com- prehended) as gelatinous or glutinous matters impress the sense of touch.

I have spoken both of “sound” and of “voice.” I mean to say that the sound was one of distinct—of even wonderfully, thrillingly distinct— syllabiScation. M. Valdemar spoke— obviously in reply to the question I had propounded to him a few minutes before. I had asked him, it will be remembered, if he still slept. He now said:

“Yes;— no;— I have been sleeping— and now— now— I am dead.” No person pres ent even affected to deny, or attempted to repress, the

unutterable, shuddering horror which these few words, thus uttered, were so well calculated to convey. Mr. L— — l (the student) swooned. The nurses immediately left the chamber, and could not be induced to return. My own impressions I would not pretend to render intelligible to the reader. For nearly an hour, we busied ourselves, silently— without the utterance of a word—in endeavors to revive Mr. L— — l. When he came to himself, we addressed ourselves again to an investigation of M. Valdemar’s condition.

It remained in all re spects as I have last described it, with the exception that the mirror no longer afforded evidence of respiration. An attempt to draw blood from the arm failed. I should mention, too, that this limb was no farther subject to my will. I endeavored in vain to make it follow the direc- tion of my hand. The only real indication, indeed, of the mesmeric in^u- ence, was now found in the vibratory movement of the tongue, whenever I addressed M. Valdemar a question. He seemed to be making an effort to reply, but had no longer sufScient volition. To queries put to him by any other person than myself he seemed utterly insensible— although I endeavored to place each member of the com pany in mesmeric rapport3 with him. I believe that I have now related all that is necessary to an understanding of the sleep- waker’s state at this epoch. Other nurses were procured; and at ten o’clock I left the house in com pany with the two physicians and Mr. L— — l.

In the after noon we all called again to see the patient. His condition remained precisely the same. We had now some discussion as to the propri- ety and feasibility of awakening him; but we had little difSculty in agreeing that no good purpose would be served by so doing. It was evident that, so far, death (or what is usually termed death) had been arrested by the mes- meric pro cess. It seemed clear to us all that to awaken M. Valdemar would be merely to insure his instant, or at least his speedy dissolution.

From this period until the close of last week— an interval of nearly seven months—we continued to make daily calls at M. Valdemar’s house, accom- panied, now and then, by medical and other friends. All this time the sleeper- waker remained exactly as I have last described him. The nurses’ attentions were continual.

It was on Friday last that we S nally resolved to make the experiment of awakening, or attempting to awaken him; and it is the (perhaps) unfortu-

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4. Bodily discharge. 5. Working with the text of the Srst publication, the Broadway Journal version of the story con- cluded with the words “of detestable putres- cence.” Poe sent a copy of the Broadway Journal story to his friend and paramour Sarah Helen

Whitman, pointing out printer’s errors and changing the last word to “putridity,” which we have adopted here. 1. The text is that of the Srst publication, in Godey’s Magazine and Lady’s Book 33 (November 1846).

nate result of this latter experiment which has given rise to so much discus- sion in private circles—to so much of what I cannot help thinking unwarranted popu lar feeling.

For the purpose of relieving M. Valdemar from the mesmeric trance, I made use of the customary passes. These, for a time, were unsuccessful. The Srst indication of revival was afforded by a partial descent of the iris. It was observed, as especially remarkable, that this lowering of the pupil was accompanied by the profuse out- ̂ owing of a yellowish ichor4 (from beneath the lids) of a pungent and highly offensive odor.

It now was suggested that I should attempt to in^uence the patient’s arm, as heretofore. I made the attempt and failed. Dr. F— — then intimated a desire to have me put a question. I did so, as follows:

“M. Valdemar, can you explain to us what are your feelings or wishes now?”

There was an instant return of the hectic circles on the cheeks; the tongue quivered, or rather rolled violently in the mouth (although the jaws and lips remained rigid as before;) and at length the same hideous voice which I have already described, broke forth:

“For God’s sake!— quick!— quick!— put me to sleep—or, quick!— waken me!— quick!— I say to you that I am dead!”

I was thoroughly unnerved, and for an instant remained undecided what to do. At Srst I made an endeavor to re- compose the patient; but, failing in this through total abeyance of the will, I retraced my steps and as earnestly strug gled to awaken him. In this attempt I soon saw that I should be suc- cessful—or at least I soon fancied that my success would be complete— and I am sure that all in the room were prepared to see the patient awaken.

For what really occurred, however, it is quite impossible that any human being could have been prepared.

As I rapidly made the mesmeric passes, amid ejaculations of “dead! dead!” absolutely bursting from the tongue and not from the lips of the suf- ferer, his whole frame at once— within the space of a single minute, or even less, shrunk— crumbled— absolutely rotted away beneath my hands. Upon the bed, before that whole com pany, there lay a nearly liquid mass of loath- some—of detestable putridity.5

1844, 1845

The Cask of Amontillado1

The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point deSnitively settled— but the

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very deSnitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortu- nato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my wont, to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.

He had a weak point— this Fortunato— although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself upon his con- noisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity, to practice imposture upon the British and Austrian millionaires. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack, but in the mat- ter of old wines he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially;— I was skilful in the Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.

It was about dusk, one eve ning during the supreme madness of the carni- val season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley.2 He had on a tight- Stting parti- striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the coni- cal cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.

I said to him—“My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to- day. But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado,3 and I have my doubts.”

“How?” said he. “Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!”

“I have my doubts,” I replied; “and I was silly enough to pay the full Amon- tillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain.”

“Amontillado!” “I have my doubts.” “Amontillado!” “And I must satisfy them.” “Amontillado!” “As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchresi. If any one has a critical

turn it is he. He will tell me——” “Luchresi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry.” “And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own.” “Come, let us go.” “Whither?” “To your vaults.” “My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you

have an engagement. Luchresi——” “I have no engagement;— come.”

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2. A multicolored costume worn by clowns and jesters.

3. A light Spanish sherry. “Pipe”: a large barrel.

“My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are af^icted. The vaults are insufferably damp. They are encrusted with nitre.”4

“Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchresi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado.”

Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm; and putting on a mask of black silk and drawing a roquelaire5 closely about my person, I suf- fered him to hurry me to my palazzo.

There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honour of the time. I had told them that I should not return until the morn- ing, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. These orders were sufScient, I well knew, to insure their immediate disappear- ance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned.

I took from their sconces two ^ambeaux,6 and giving one to Fortu- nato, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together upon the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors.

The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode.

“The pipe,” said he. “It is farther on,” said I; “but observe the white web- work which gleams

from these cavern walls.” He turned towards me, and looked into my eyes with two Slmy orbs that

distilled the rheum of intoxication. “Nitre?” he asked, at length. “Nitre,” I replied. “How long have you had that cough?” “Ugh! ugh! ugh!— ugh! ugh! ugh!— ugh! ugh! ugh!— ugh! ugh! ugh!— ugh!

ugh! ugh!” My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes. “It is nothing,” he said, at last. “Come,” I said, with decision, “we will go back; your health is precious.

You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchresi——”

“Enough,” he said; “the cough is a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough.”

“True—true,” I replied; “and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming you unneccessarily— but you should use all proper caution. A draught of this Medoc7 will defend us from the damps.”

Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of its fellows that lay upon the mould.

“Drink,” I said, presenting him the wine. He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me famil-

iarly, while his bells jingled.

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4. Niter; potassium nitrate. 5. A knee- length cloak.

6. Flaming torches. “Sconces”: holders. 7. Red wine from the Bordeaux region of France.

“I drink,” he said, “to the buried that repose around us.” “And I to your long life.” He again took my arm, and we proceeded. “These vaults,” he said, “are extensive.” “The Montresors,” I replied, “were a great and numerous family.” “I forget your arms.” “A huge human foot d’or, in a Seld azure; the foot crushes a serpent ram-

pant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel.”8 “And the motto?” “Nemo me impune lacessit.” 9 “Good!” he said. The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew

warm with the Medoc. We had passed through long walls of piled skele- tons, with casks and puncheons1 intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.

“The nitre!” I said; “see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river’s bed. The drops of moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough——”

“It is nothing,” he said; “let us go on. But Srst, another draught of the Medoc.”

I broke and reached him a ^açon of De Grâve.2 He emptied it at a breath. His eyes ̂ ashed with a Serce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.

I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement— a grotesque one. “You do not comprehend?” he said. “Not I,” I replied. “Then you are not of the brotherhood.” “How?” “You are not of the masons.”3 “Yes, yes,” I said; “yes, yes.” “You? Impossible! A mason?” “A mason,” I replied. “A sign,” he said, “a sign.” “It is this,” I answered, producing from beneath the folds of my roquelaire

a trowel. “You jest,” he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. “But let us proceed to the

Amontillado.” “Be it so,” I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering

him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our rout in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foul- ness of the air caused our ^ambeaux rather to glow than ^ame.

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8. On the coat of arms the golden foot is in a blue background; the foot crushes a serpent whose head is reared up and biting. 9. No one insults me with impunity (Latin). 1. Large casks. 2. A Bordeaux wine.

3. International and secretive fraternal or ga ni za- tion thought to have originated among stonema- sons and cathedral builders in the Middle Ages, whose members identiSed themselves to each other through hand signs.

At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior crypt or recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.

It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see.

“Proceed,” I said; “herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchresi——” “He is an ignoramus,” interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily

forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and Snding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.

“Pass your hand,” I said, “over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I will Srst render you all the little attentions in my power.”

“The Amontillado!” ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment.

“True,” I replied; “the Amontillado.” As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I

have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.

I had scarcely laid the Srst tier of the masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in great mea sure worn off. The earliest indica- tion I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibration of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and Snished without interruption the Sfth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the ^ambeaux over the mason- work, threw a few feeble rays upon the Sgure within.

A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope

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with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs and felt satisSed. I reapproached the wall. I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re- echoed, I aided, I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still.

It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had com- pleted the eighth, the ninth and the tenth tier. I had Snished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be Stted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difS- culty in recognizing as that of the noble Fortunato. The voice said—

“Ha! ha! ha!— he! he! he!— a very good joke, indeed— an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo— he! he! he!— over our wine— he! he! he!”

“The Amontillado!” I said. “He! he! he!— he! he! he!— yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late?

Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo— the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone.”

“Yes,” I said, “let us be gone.” “For the love of God, Montresor!” “Yes,” I said, “for the love of God!” But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I

called aloud— “Fortunato!” No answer. I called again— “Fortunato!” No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it

fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plas- tered it up. Against the new masonry I re- erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!4

1846

The Philosophy of Composition1

Charles Dickens, in a note2 now lying before me, alluding to an examina- tion I once made of the mechanism of “Barnaby Rudge,” says—“By the way, are you aware that Godwin wrote his ‘Caleb Williams’ backwards? He Srst involved his hero in a web of difSculties, forming the second volume, and

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4. May he rest in peace! (Latin). 1. Poe wrote this as a lecture in hopes of capital- izing on the success of “The Raven.” Poe, an advo- cate of rational composition rather than Romantic effusions, here presents an account of how he wrote “The Raven” that may or may not be fac-

tual. In a letter of August 9, 1846, Poe called the essay his “best specimen of analysis.” The text here is that of the Srst printing, in Graham’s Mag- azine (April 1846). 2. Letter dated March 6, 1842.

then, for the Srst, cast about him for some mode of accounting for what had been done.”3

I cannot think this the precise mode of procedure on the part of Godwin— and indeed what he himself acknowledges, is not altogether in accordance with Mr. Dickens’ idea— but the author of “Caleb Williams” was too good an artist not to perceive the advantage derivable from at least a somewhat simi- lar pro cess. Nothing is more clear than that every plot, worth the name, must be elaborated to its dénouement4 before any thing be attempted with the pen. It is only with the dénouement constantly in view that we can give a plot its indispensable air of consequence, or causation, by making the incidents, and especially the tone at all points, tend to the development of the intention.

There is a radical error, I think, in the usual mode of constructing a story. Either history affords a thesis— or one is suggested by an incident of the day— or, at best, the author sets himself to work in the combination of strik- ing events to form merely the basis of his narrative— designing, generally, to Sll in with description, dialogue, or autorial comment, what ever crevices of fact, or action, may, from page to page, render themselves apparent.

I prefer commencing with the consideration of an effect. Keeping origi- nality always in view— for he is false to himself who ventures to dispense with so obvious and so easily attainable a source of interest— I say to myself, in the Srst place, “Of the innumerable effects, or impressions, of which the heart, the intellect, or (more generally) the soul is susceptible, what one shall I, on the present occasion, select?” Having chosen a novel, Srst, and secondly a vivid effect, I consider whether it can best be wrought by inci- dent or tone— whether by ordinary incidents and peculiar tone, or the con- verse, or by peculiarity both of incident and tone— afterward looking about me (or rather within) for such combinations of event, or tone, as shall best aid me in the construction of the effect.

I have often thought how interesting a magazine paper might be written by any author who would— that is to say, who could— detail, step by step, the pro cesses by which any one of his compositions attained its ultimate point of completion. Why such a paper has never been given to the world, I am much at a loss to say— but, perhaps, the autorial vanity has had more to do with the omission than any one other cause. Most writers— poets in especial— prefer having it understood that they compose by a species of Sne frenzy5— an ecstatic intuition— and would positively shudder at letting the public take a peep behind the scenes, at the elaborate and vacillating crudities of thought— at the true purposes seized only at the last moment— at the innu- merable glimpses of idea that arrived not at the maturity of full view— at the fully matured fancies discarded in despair as unmanageable— at the cau- tious selections and rejections— at the painful erasures and interpola- tions— in a word, at the wheels and pinions— the tackle for scene- shifting—

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3. William Godwin makes this claim in his 1832 preface to Caleb Williams (Srst published in 1794). As Barnaby Rudge was being serialized in 1842, Poe published an analysis of the novel that identiSed the murderer and correctly predicted the ending. 4. The Snal revelation showing the outcome, or untying, of the plot. From dénouer (French), “to untie.”

5. The character Theseus’s description of the poet in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream 5.1.12: “The poet’s eye, in a Sne frenzy rolling, / Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven / And as imagination bodies forth / The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen / Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing / A local habitation and a name.”

6. Artist (Latin). 7. Something to be desired (Latin). 8. Method of procedure (Latin). 9. Other things being equal (Latin). 1. For Poe, John Milton’s blank verse epic (1667)

of some 10,500 lines is much too long to be poetry all the way through. 2. Daniel Defoe’s novel of shipwreck in the Ca rib be an (1719).

the step- ladders and demon- traps—the cock’s feathers, the red paint and the black patches, which, in ninety- nine cases out of the hundred, constitute the properties of the literary histrio.6

I am aware, on the other hand, that the case is by no means common, in which an author is at all in condition to retrace the steps by which his con- clusions have been attained. In general, suggestions, having arisen pell- mell, are pursued and forgotten in a similar manner.

For my own part, I have neither sympathy with the repugnance alluded to, nor, at any time, the least difSculty in recalling to mind the progressive steps of any of my compositions; and, since the interest of an analysis, or reconstruction, such as I have considered a desideratum,7 is quite in de pen- dent of any real or fancied interest in the thing analyzed, it will not be regarded as a breach of decorum on my part to show the modus operandi8 by which some one of my own works was put together. I select “The Raven,” as the most generally known. It is my design to render it manifest that no one point in its composition is referrible either to accident or intuition— that the work proceeded, step by step, to its completion with the precision and rigid consequence of a mathematical problem.

Let us dismiss, as irrelevant to the poem per se, the circumstance— or say the necessity— which, in the Srst place, gave rise to the intention of com- posing a poem that should suit at once the pop u lar and the critical taste.

We commence, then, with this intention. The initial consideration was that of extent. If any literary work is too

long to be read at one sitting, we must be content to dispense with the im mensely important effect derivable from unity of impression— for, if two sittings be required, the affairs of the world interfere, and every thing like totality is at once destroyed. But since, ceteris paribus,9 no poet can afford to dispense with any thing that may advance his design, it but remains to be seen whether there is, in extent, any advantage to counterbalance the loss of unity which attends it. Here I say no, at once. What we term a long poem is, in fact, merely a succession of brief ones— that is to say, of brief poetical effects. It is needless to demonstrate that a poem is such, only inasmuch as it intensely excites, by elevating, the soul; and all intense excitements are, through a psychal necessity, brief. For this reason, at least one half of the “Paradise Lost”1 is essentially prose— a succession of poetical excitements interspersed, inevitably, with corresponding depressions— the whole being deprived, through the extremeness of its length, of the vastly important artistic element, totality, or unity, of effect.

It appears evident, then, that there is a distinct limit, as regards length, to all works of literary art— the limit of a single sitting— and that, although in certain classes of prose composition, such as “Robinson Crusoe,”2 (demanding no unity,) this limit may be advantageously overpassed, it can never properly be overpassed in a poem. Within this limit, the extent of a poem may be made to bear mathematical relation to its merit— in other words, to the excitement or elevation— again in other words, to the degree

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of the true poetical effect which it is capable of inducing; for it is clear that the brevity must be in direct ratio of the intensity of the intended effect:— this, with one proviso— that a certain degree of duration is absolutely req- uisite for the production of any effect at all.

Holding in view these considerations, as well as that degree of excitement which I deemed not above the pop u lar, while not below the critical, taste, I reached at once what I conceived the proper length for my intended poem— a length of about one hundred lines. It is, in fact, a hundred and eight.

My next thought concerned the choice of an impression, or effect, to be conveyed: and here I may as well observe that, throughout the construction, I kept steadily in view the design of rendering the work universally appre- ciable. I should be carried too far out of my immediate topic were I to dem- onstrate a point upon which I have repeatedly insisted, and which, with the poetical, stands not in the slightest need of demonstration— the point, I mean, that Beauty is the sole legitimate province of the poem. A few words, however, in elucidation of my real meaning, which some of my friends have evinced a disposition to misrepresent. That plea sure which is at once the most intense, the most elevating, and the most pure, is, I believe, found in the contemplation of the beautiful. When, indeed, men speak of Beauty, they mean, precisely, not a quality, as is supposed, but an effect— they refer, in short, just to that intense and pure elevation of soul— not of intellect, or of heart— upon which I have commented, and which is experienced in con- sequence of contemplating “the beautiful.” Now I designate Beauty as the province of the poem, merely because it is an obvious rule of Art that effects should be made to spring from direct causes— that objects should be attained through means best adapted for their attainment— no one as yet having been weak enough to deny that the peculiar elevation alluded to, is most readily attained in the poem. Now the object, Truth, or the satisfaction of the intellect, and the object, Passion, or the excitement of the heart, are, although attainable, to a certain extent, in poetry, far more readily attain- able in prose. Truth, in fact, demands a precision, and Passion, a homeliness (the truly passionate will comprehend me) which are absolutely antagonistic to that Beauty which, I maintain, is the excitement, or pleas ur able elevation, of the soul. It by no means follows from any thing here said, that passion, or even truth, may not be introduced, and even proStably introduced, into a poem— for they may serve in elucidation, or aid the general effect, as do discords in music, by contrast— but the true artist will always contrive, Srst, to tone them into proper subservience to the predominant aim, and, sec- ondly, to enveil them, as far as possible, in that Beauty which is the atmo- sphere and the essence of the poem.

Regarding, then, Beauty as my province, my next question referred to the tone of its highest manifestation— and all experience has shown that this tone is one of sadness. Beauty of what ever kind, in its supreme develop- ment, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. Melancholy is thus the most legitimate of all the poetical tones.

The length, the province, and the tone, being thus determined, I betook myself to ordinary induction, with the view of obtaining some artistic piquancy which might serve me as a key- note in the construction of the poem— some pivot upon which the whole structure might turn. In carefully thinking over all the usual artistic effects— or more properly points, in the

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theatrical sense— I did not fail to perceive immediately that no one had been so universally employed as that of the refrain. The universality of its employment sufSced to assure me of its intrinsic value, and spared me the necessity of submitting it to analysis. I considered it, however, with regard to its susceptibility of improvement, and soon saw it to be in a primitive condition. As commonly used, the refrain, or burden, not only is limited to lyric verse, but depends for its impression upon the force of monotone— both in sound and thought. The plea sure is deduced solely from the sense of identity— of repetition. I resolved to diversify, and so vastly heighten, the effect, by adhering, in general, to the monotone of sound, while I continually varied that of thought: that is to say, I determined to produce continuously novel effects, by the variation of the application of the refrain— the refrain itself remaining, for the most part, unvaried.

These points being settled, I next bethought me of the nature of my refrain. Since its application was to be repeatedly varied, it was clear that the refrain itself must be brief, for there would have been an insurmountable difSculty in frequent variations of application in any sentence of length. In proportion to the brevity of the sentence, would, of course, be the facility of the variation. This led me at once to a single word as the best refrain.

The question now arose as to the character of the word. Having made up my mind to a refrain, the division of the poem into stanzas was, of course, a corollary: the refrain forming the close to each stanza. That such a close, to have force, must be sonorous and susceptible of protracted emphasis, admitted no doubt: and these considerations inevitably led me to the long o as the most sonorous vowel, in connection with r as the most producible consonant.

The sound of the refrain being thus determined, it became necessary to select a word embodying this sound, and at the same time in the fullest pos- sible keeping with that melancholy which I had predetermined as the tone of the poem. In such a search it would have been absolutely impossible to over- look the word “Nevermore.” In fact, it was the very Srst which presented itself.

The next desideratum was a pretext for the continuous use of the one word “nevermore.” In observing the difSculty which I at once found in inventing a sufSciently plausible reason for its continuous repetition, I did not fail to perceive that this difSculty arose solely from the pre- assumption that the word was to be so continuously or monotonously spoken by a human being— I did not fail to perceive, in short, that the difSculty lay in the reconciliation of this monotony with the exercise of reason on the part of the creature repeat- ing the word. Here, then, immediately arose the idea of a non- reasoning crea- ture capable of speech; and, very naturally, a parrot, in the Srst instance, suggested itself, but was superseded forthwith by a Raven, as equally capable of speech, and inSnitely more in keeping with the intended tone.

I had now gone so far as the conception of a Raven— the bird of ill omen— monotonously repeating the one word, “Nevermore,” at the conclu- sion of each stanza, in a poem of melancholy tone, and in length about one hundred lines. Now, never losing sight of the object supremeness, or perfec- tion, at all points, I asked myself—“Of all melancholy topics, what, accord- ing to the universal understanding of mankind, is the most melancholy?” Death— was the obvious reply. “And when,” I said, “is this most melancholy of topics most poetical?” From what I have already explained at some

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length, the answer, here also, is obvious—“When it most closely allies itself to Beauty: the death, then, of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world— and equally is it beyond doubt that the lips best suited for such topic are those of a bereaved lover.”

I had now to combine the two ideas, of a lover lamenting his deceased mistress and a Raven continuously repeating the word “Nevermore”— I had to combine these, bearing in mind my design of varying, at every turn, the application of the word repeated; but the only intelligible model of such combination is that of imagining the Raven employing the word in answer to the queries of the lover. And here it was that I saw at once the opportunity afforded for the effect on which I had been depending— that is to say, the effect of the variation of application. I saw that I could make the Srst query propounded by the lover— the Srst query to which the Raven should reply “Nevermore”— that I could make this Srst query a commonplace one— the second less so— the third still less, and so on— until at length the lover, startled from his original nonchalance by the melancholy character of the word itself— by its frequent repetition— and by a consideration of the omi- nous reputation of the fowl that uttered it— is at length excited to supersti- tion, and wildly propounds queries of a far different character— queries whose solution he has passionately at heart— propounds them half in super- stition and half in that species of despair which delights in self- torture— propounds them not altogether because he believes in the prophetic or demoniac character of the bird (which, reason assures him, is merely repeat- ing a lesson learned by rote) but because he experiences a phrenzied plea- sure in so modeling his questions as to receive from the expected “Nevermore” the most delicious because the most intolerable of sorrow. Perceiving the opportunity thus afforded me— or, more strictly, thus forced upon me in the progress of the construction— I Srst established in mind the climax, or con- cluding query— that to which “Nevermore” should be in the last place an answer— that in reply to which this word “Nevermore” should involve the utmost conceivable amount of sorrow and despair.

Here then the poem may be said to have its beginning— at the end, where all works of art should begin— for it was here, at this point of my preconsid- erations, that I Srst put pen to paper in the composition of the stanza:

“Prophet,” said I, “thing of evil! prophet still if bird or dev il! By that heaven that bends above us— by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore— Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

Quoth the raven “Nevermore.”

I composed this stanza, at this point, Srst that, by establishing the climax, I might the better vary and graduate, as regards seriousness and impor- tance, the preceding queries of the lover— and, secondly, that I might deS- nitely settle the rhythm, the metre, and the length and general arrangement of the stanza— as well as graduate the stanzas which were to precede, so that none of them might surpass this in rhythmical effect. Had I been able, in the subsequent composition, to construct more vigorous stanzas, I should, without scruple, have purposely enfeebled them, so as not to inter- fere with the climacteric effect.

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And here I may as well say a few words of the versiScation. My Srst object (as usual) was originality. The extent to which this has been neglected, in versiScation, is one of the most unaccountable things in the world. Admitting that there is little possibility of variety in mere rhythm, it is still clear that the possible varieties of metre and stanza are absolutely inSnite— and yet, for centuries, no man, in verse, has ever done, or ever seemed to think of doing, an original thing. The fact is, originality (unless in minds of very unusual force) is by no means a matter, as some suppose, of impulse or intuition. In general, to be found, it must be elaborately sought, and although a positive merit of the highest class, demands in its attainment less of invention than negation.

Of course, I pretend to no originality in either the rhythm or metre of the “Raven.” The former is trochaic— the latter is octameter acatalectic, alternat- ing with heptameter catalectic repeated in the refrain of the Sfth verse, and terminating with tetrameter catalectic. Less pedantically— the feet employed throughout (trochees) consist of a long syllable followed by a short: the Srst line of the stanza consists of eight of these feet— the second of seven and a half (in effect two- thirds)—the third of eight— the fourth of seven and a half— the Sfth the same— the sixth three and a half. Now, each of these lines, taken individually, has been employed before, and what originality the “Raven” has, is in their combination into stanza; nothing even remotely approaching this combination has ever been attempted. The effect of this originality of combination is aided by other unusual, and some altogether novel effects, arising from an extension of the application of the principles of rhyme and alliteration.

The next point to be considered was the mode of bringing together the lover and the Raven— and the Srst branch of this consideration was the locale. For this the most natural suggestion might seem to be a forest, or the Selds— but it has always appeared to me that a close circumscription of space is absolutely necessary to the effect of insulated incident:— it has the force of a frame to a picture. It has an indisputable moral power in keeping concentrated the atten- tion, and, of course, must not be confounded with mere unity of place.

I determined, then, to place the lover in his chamber— in a chamber ren- dered sacred to him by memories of her who had frequented it. The room is represented as richly furnished— this in mere pursuance of the ideas I have already explained on the subject of Beauty, as the sole true poetical thesis.

The locale being thus determined, I had now to introduce the bird— and the thought of introducing him through the window, was inevitable. The idea of making the lover suppose, in the Srst instance, that the ^apping of the wings of the bird against the shutter, is a “tapping” at the door, origi- nated in a wish to increase, by prolonging, the reader’s curiosity, and in a desire to admit the incidental effect arising from the lover’s throwing open the door, Snding all dark, and thence adopting the half- fancy that it was the spirit of his mistress that knocked.

I made the night tempestuous, Srst, to account for the Raven’s seeking admission, and secondly, for the effect of contrast with the (physical) seren- ity within the chamber.

I made the bird alight on the bust of Pallas,3 also for the effect of contrast between the marble and the plumage— it being understood that the bust

3. Pallas Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom and the arts.

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was absolutely suggested by the bird— the bust of Pallas being chosen, Srst, as most in keeping with the scholarship of the lover, and, secondly, for the sonorousness of the word, Pallas, itself.

About the middle of the poem, also, I have availed myself of the force of contrast, with a view of deepening the ultimate impression. For example, an air of the fantastic— approaching as nearly to the ludicrous as was admissible— is given to the Raven’s entrance. He comes in “with many a ^irt and ^utter.”

Not the least obeisance made he— not a moment stopped or stayed he, But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.

In the two stanzas which follow, the design is more obviously carried out:—

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, “Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou,” I said, “art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore— Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.” ——

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door— Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as “Nevermore.”

The effect of the dénouement being thus provided for, I immediately drop the fantastic for a tone of the most profound seriousness:— this tone com- mencing in the stanza directly following the one last quoted, with the line,

But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only, etc.

From this epoch the lover no longer jests— no longer sees any thing even of the fantastic in the Raven’s demeanor. He speaks of him as a “grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore,” and feels the “Sery eyes” burning into his “bosom’s core.” This revolution of thought, or fancy, on the lover’s part, is intended to induce a similar one on the part of the reader— to bring the mind into a proper frame for the dénouement— which is now brought about as rapidly and as directly as possible.

With the dénouement proper— with the Raven’s reply, “Nevermore,” to the lover’s Snal demand if he shall meet his mistress in another world—the poem, in its obvious phase, that of a simple narrative, may be said to have its completion. So far, every thing is within the limits of the accountable— of the real. A raven, having learned by rote the single word “Nevermore,” and having escaped from the custody of its own er, is driven, at midnight, through the violence of a storm, to seek admission at a window from which a light still gleams— the chamber- window of a student, occupied half in poring over a volume, half in dreaming of a beloved mistress deceased. The casement being thrown open at the ^uttering of the bird’s wings, the bird itself perches on the most con ve nient seat out of the immediate reach of the student, who, amused by the incident and the oddity of the visiter’s demeanor, demands of

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it, in jest and without looking for a reply, its name. The raven addressed, answers with its customary word, “Nevermore”— a word which Snds immedi- ate echo in the melancholy heart of the student, who, giving utterance aloud to certain thoughts suggested by the occasion, is again startled by the fowl’s repetition of “Nevermore.” The student now guesses the state of the case, but is impelled, as I have before explained, by the human thirst for self- torture, and in part by superstition, to propound such queries to the bird as will bring him, the lover, the most of the luxury of sorrow, through the anticipated answer “Nevermore.” With the indulgence, to the utmost extreme, of this self- torture, the narration, in what I have termed its Srst or obvious phase, has a natural termination, and so far there has been no overstepping of the limits of the real.

But in subjects so handled, however skilfully, or with however vivid an array of incident, there is always a certain hardness or nakedness, which repels the artistical eye. Two things are invariably required— Srst, some amount of complexity, or more properly, adaptation; and, secondly, some amount of suggestiveness— some under current, however indeSnite of mean- ing. It is this latter, in especial, which imparts to a work of art so much of that richness (to borrow from colloquy a forcible term) which we are too fond of confounding with the ideal. It is the excess of the suggested meaning— it is the rendering this the upper instead of the under current of the theme— which turns into prose (and that of the very ^attest kind) the so called poetry of the so called transcendentalists.

Holding these opinions, I added the two concluding stanzas of the poem— their suggestiveness being thus made to pervade all the narrative which has preceded them. The under- current of meaning is rendered Srst apparent in the lines—

“Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!” Quoth the Raven “Nevermore!”

It will be observed that the words, “from out my heart,” involve the Srst meta phorical expression in the poem. They, with the answer, “Nevermore,” dispose the mind to seek a moral in all that has been previously narrated. The reader begins now to regard the Raven as emblematical— but it is not until the very last line of the very last stanza, that the intention of making him emblematical of Mournful and Never- ending Remembrance is permit- ted distinctly to be seen:

And the Raven, never ^itting, still is sitting, still is sitting, On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming, And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the ^oor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies ^oating on the ^oor

Shall be lifted— nevermore.

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From The Poetic Principle1

In speaking of the Poetic Principle, I have no design to be either thorough or profound. While discussing, very much at random, the essentiality of what we call Poetry, my principal purpose will be to cite for consideration, some few of those minor En glish or American poems which best suit my own taste, or which, upon my own fancy, have left the most deSnite impression. By “minor poems” I mean, of course, poems of little length. And here, in the beginning, permit me to say a few words in regard to a somewhat peculiar principle, which, whether rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its in^u- ence in my own critical estimate of the poem. I hold that a long poem does not exist. I maintain that the phrase, “a long poem,” is simply a ^at contradic- tion in terms.

I need scarcely observe that a poem deserves its title only inasmuch as it excites, by elevating the soul. The value of the poem is in the ratio of this ele- vating excitement. But all excitements are, through a psychal necessity, tran- sient. That degree of excitement which would entitle a poem to be so called at all, cannot be sustained throughout a composition of any great length. After the lapse of half an hour, at the very utmost, it ^ags— fails—a revulsion ensues— and then the poem is, in effect, and in fact, no longer such.

There are, no doubt, many who have found difSculty in reconciling the critical dictum that the “Paradise Lost” is to be devoutly admired through- out, with the absolute impossibility of maintaining for it, during perusal, the amount of enthusiasm which that critical dictum would demand. This great work, in fact, is to be regarded as poetical, only when, losing sight of  that vital requisite in all works of Art, Unity, we view it merely as a series of minor poems. If, to preserve its Unity— its totality of effect or impression— we read it (as would be necessary) at a single sitting, the result is but a constant alternation of excitement and depression. After a passage of what we feel to be true poetry, there follows, inevitably, a passage of plati- tude which no critical pre- judgment can force us to admire; but if, upon completing the work, we read it again, omitting the Srst book— that is to say, commencing with the second— we shall be surprised at now Snding that admirable which we before condemned— that damnable which we had pre- viously so much admired. It follows from all this that the ultimate, aggre- gate, or absolute effect of even the best epic under the sun, is a nullity:— and this is precisely the fact.

In regard to the Iliad, we have, if not positive proof, at least very good reason for believing it intended as a series of lyrics; but, granting the epic intention, I can say only that the work is based in an imperfect sense of art. The modern epic is, of the supposititious ancient model, but an inconsider- ate and blindfold imitation. But the day of these artistic anomalies is over. If, at any time, any very long poem were pop u lar in reality, which I doubt, it is at least clear that no very long poem will ever be pop u lar again.

That the extent of a poetical work is, cœteris paribus,2 the mea sure of its merit, seems undoubtedly, when we thus state it, a proposition sufSciently

1. Poe delivered this as a lecture several times in the last two years of his life. The text is from

Sartain’s Magazine 7 (October 1850). 2. Other things being equal (Latin).

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absurd— yet we are indebted for it to the Quarterly Reviews.3 Surely there can be nothing in mere size, abstractly considered— there can be nothing in mere bulk, so far as a volume is concerned, which has so continuously elic- ited admiration from these saturnine pamphlets! A mountain, to be sure, by the mere sentiment of physical magnitude which it conveys, does impress us with a sense of the sublime— but no man is impressed after this fashion by the material grandeur of even “The Columbiad.”4 Even the Quarterlies have not instructed us to be so impressed by it. As yet, they have not insisted on our estimating Lamartine by the cubic foot, or Pollock by the pound5— but what else are we to infer from their continual prating about “sustained effort”? If, by “sustained effort,” any little gentleman has accomplished an epic, let us frankly commend him for the effort— if this indeed be a thing commendable— but let us forbear praising the epic on the effort’s account. It is to be hoped that common sense, in the time to come, will prefer decid- ing upon a work of art, rather by the impression it makes, by the effect it produces, than by the time it took to impress the effect, or by the amount of “sustained effort” which had been found necessary in effecting the impres- sion. The fact is, that perseverance is one thing, and genius quite another; nor can all the Quarterlies in Christendom confound them. By and by, this proposition, with many which I have been just urging, will be received as self- evident. In the mean time, by being generally condemned as falsities, they will not be essentially damaged as truths.

On the other hand, it is clear that a poem may be improperly brief. Undue brevity degenerates into mere epigrammatism. A very short poem, while now and then producing a brilliant or vivid, never produces a profound or enduring effect. There must be the steady pressing down of the stamp upon the wax. De Béranger6 has wrought innumerable things, pungent and spirit- stirring; but, in general, they have been too imponderous to stamp them- selves deeply into the public attention; and thus, as so many feathers of fancy, have been blown aloft only to be whistled down the wind.

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3. The En glish and Scottish quarterlies, led by the Edinburgh Review (founded 1802) and the Quar- terly Review (founded in 1809, also in Edinburgh). 4. An epic nationalistic poem about Columbus, published in 1807 by the American diplomat and writer Joel Barlow (1754– 1812).

5. Alphonse de Lamartine (1790– 1869), French poet; Robert Pollock (1798– 1827), Scottish poet, author of the long The Course of Time (1827). 6. Pierre- Jean de Béranger (1780– 1857), French lyric poet, author of a pop u lar series of Chansons.

ABRAHAM LINCOLN 1809–1865

Abraham Lincoln, the sixteenth president of the United States (1861– 65), pre-sided over the bloodiest war in U.S. history— one that preserved the Union and ended slavery. He was also one of the era’s great prose stylists. Drawing on his boyhood in Kentucky and Indiana and his young manhood in rural Illinois, he used American traditions of ordinary speech and backwoods humor to great po liti- cal effect and, in so doing, placed these regional traits at the center of American discourse. At the same time, he was passionately committed to the egalitarian principles of the Declaration of In de pen dence and the spiritual ideals of the Bible, and he would regularly invoke both the Declaration and the Bible when contesting slavery and imagining the future of the United States. His vision of a national house divided by slavery was of a piece with Harriet Beecher Stowe’s domestic and millennial vision, though in his late Civil War speeches, Lincoln was far more magnanimous toward the South than most antislavery writers. With his assassina- tion in 1865, Lincoln, who had been reviled by many in the North and South, came to be regarded almost mystically as a Christ like Sgure whose death held out the promise that the great bloodletting of the war would give birth to a redeemed nation.

Lincoln was born on February 12, 1809, in a cabin in Hardin County, Kentucky. His father, Thomas Lincoln, and his mother, Mary Hanks, were barely literate; Lin- coln himself attended school only sporadically— probably for no more than a year altogether. Although his access to books was limited, his memory was remarkable; years later he was able to draw on his childhood reading of the King James Bible, Aesop’s Fables, John Bunyan’s Pilgrim’s Progress, Daniel Defoe’s Robinson Crusoe, and Mason Locke Weems’s Life of George Washington. Lincoln never lost his love of reading, adding John Stuart Mill, Lord Byron, Robert Burns, and especially Shake- speare to his list of favorites.

Lincoln spent his impoverished youth in Kentucky and southern Indiana, where his father farmed for a living. His mother died when he was nine, but his step- mother, who soon joined the family with children of her own, seems to have singled him out for special affection; Lincoln later spoke of her as his “angel mother.” In 1830 the family moved to Illinois. After trying various jobs, Lincoln decided in the early 1830s to prepare for a career in law. In 1834 he was elected to the Srst of four terms as an Illinois state legislator. He passed the state bar examination in 1836 and moved the next year to the new state capital in SpringSeld, where he prospered as a lawyer. In 1842 he married Mary Todd, from a wealthy Kentucky family then residing in SpringSeld. The couple had four sons, only one of whom survived to adulthood.

The po liti cal and historical developments of the 1840s and 1850s that would result in Lincoln’s election were complicated, but the central issue was whether slavery would be permitted in the new territories, which eventually would become states. Lincoln was elected to the U.S. Congress in 1846; always concerned with mediating rather than in^aming disputes, he voted against abolitionist mea sures, which he believed might eventually threaten the Union. At the same time, recalling his own remarkable rise from poverty, he insisted that new territories be kept free as “places for poor people to go and better their condition.” He also joined an unsuc- cessful vote to censure President Polk for engaging in the war against Mexico

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(1846– 48), a war he and many of his legislative colleagues believed to be both unjus- tiSed and unconstitutional. He did not run for reelection and it appeared that his po liti cal career had come to an end.

By 1854 the two major po liti cal parties of the time— the Whigs (to which Lincoln belonged) and the Democrats— had compromised on the extension of slavery into new territories and states. Strong antislavery elements in both parties, however, established in de pen dent organizations; and when, in 1854, the Republican Party was or ga nized, Lincoln soon joined it. His new party lost the presidential election of 1856 to the Demo crats, but in 1858 Lincoln reentered po liti cal life as the Republi- can candidate in the Illinois senatorial election. He opposed the Demo crat Stephen A. Douglas, who had earlier sponsored the Kansas- Nebraska Bill, which left it to new territories to establish their status as slave or free when they achieved state- hood. Lincoln may have won the famous series of debates with Douglas, but he lost the election. More important for the future, though, he had gained national recogni- tion for his principled opposition to the extension of slavery and found a theme com- mensurate with his rapidly intensifying powers of thought and expression. As the “House Divided” speech suggests, Lincoln now added to the often biting satirical humor, and to the logic and natural grace of his earlier utterances, a resonance and moral purpose that mark his emergence as a national po liti cal leader and as a master of language.

This reputation was enhanced by the Cooper Union Address in 1860, his Srst in the East, in which Lincoln disputed the idea that slavery was endorsed by the Found- ing Fathers; and at the Republican presidential convention he won nomination on the third ballot. Lincoln was elected president of the United States in November 1860; but before he took ofSce on March 4, 1861, seven southern states had seceded from the Union to form the Confederacy. Little more than a month after his inauguration, the Civil War had begun. True to his long- standing commitment, he devoted himself to the preservation of the Union. To do this he had to develop an overall war strategy, devise a workable command system, and Snd the right personnel to execute his plans. All of this he was to accomplish by trial and error in the early months of the war. As months turned to years, he had to garner pop u lar support for his purposes by using his extraordinary po liti cal and oratorical skills in times of high passion and internal division; in two of his most famous speeches, the Gettysburg Address and the Second Inaugural, he offered an almost biblical vision of a divided, suffering nation that would one day re unite to bring forth “a new birth of freedom.” Frederick Douglass, with whom Lincoln met three times at the White House, called the Second Inaugural a “sacred effort.”

Lincoln committed himself by degrees to the elimination of slavery throughout the country. Initially, he wished only to contain it; next, he proceeded cautiously with the 1863 Emancipation Proclamation, which freed only the slaves of the seceded southern states; Snally, he took the leading role in the passage of the Thir- teenth Amendment, which outlawed slavery everywhere and forever in the United States. Elected to a second term in 1864, he had served scarcely a month of his new term when he was assassinated, while attending a play, by the actor John Wilkes Booth. He died on April 15, 1865. In subsequent weeks, mournful crowds gathered at the various stops of Lincoln’s funeral train to pay homage to their fallen leader. Whitman spoke for the multitudes when he eulogized him in “When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d” (1865) as “the sweetest, wisest soul of all my days and lands.”

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1. First printed in the Illinois Journal on June 18, 1858. Lincoln delivered this speech after being nominated as the Republicans’ candidate for U.S. senator. 2. Lincoln refers to the Compromise of 1850, which had balanced the number of slave and free states and instituted a new Fugitive Slave Act. 3. Mark 3.25: “If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand.” 4. The Kansas- Nebraska Act of 1854 overrode earlier legislation by allowing white male resi-

dents of newly established territories to vote on whether to permit slavery therein. As a result, antislavery New En glanders and proslavery Mis- sourians both entered Kansas to settle there, engaging in hostilities that anticipated the Civil War. The Supreme Court’s Dred Scott ruling of March 1857 effectively negated any possible anti- slavery consequences of the Kansas- Nebraska Act by asserting that blacks could not become U.S. citizens and thus had no legal rights.

A House Divided: Speech Delivered at SpringSeld, Illinois, at the Close of the Republican State Convention, June 16, 18581

If we could Srst know where we are, and whither we are tending, we could better judge what to do, and how to do it.

We are now far into the "fth year, since a policy was initiated, with the avowed object, and con"dent promise, of putting an end to slavery agitation.2

Under the operation of that policy, that agitation has not only, not ceased, but has constantly augmented.

In my opinion, it will not cease, until a crisis shall have been reached, and passed—

“A house divided against itself cannot stand.”3 I believe this government cannot endure, permanently half slave and half

free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved— I do not expect the house to

fall— but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing, or all the other. Either the opponents of slavery, will arrest the further spread of it, and

place it where the public mind shall rest in the belief that it is in course of ultimate extinction; or its advocates will push it forward, till it shall become alike lawful in all the States, old as well as new— North as well as South.

Have we no tendency to the latter condition? Let any one who doubts, carefully contemplate that now almost com-

plete legal combination— piece of machinery so to speak— compounded of the Nebraska doctrine, and the Dred Scott decision.4 Let him consider not only what work the machinery is adapted to do, and how well adapted; but also, let him study the history of its construction, and trace, if he can, or rather fail, if he can, to trace the evidences of design, and concert of action, among its chief bosses, from the beginning.

The new year of 1854 found slavery excluded from more than half the States by State Constitutions, and from most of the national territory by congressional prohibition.

Four days later, commenced the struggle, which ended in repealing that congressional prohibition.

This opened all the national territory to slavery; and was the Srst point gained.

But, so far, Congress only, had acted; and an indorsement by the people, real or apparent, was indispensible, to save the point already gained, and give chance for more.

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5. Stephen A. Douglas (1813– 1861), Lincoln’s Demo cratic Party opponent for the Senate. Lyman Trumbull (1813– 1896), Illinois senator (1855– 73).

6. James Buchanan (1791– 1868), Sfteenth pres- ident of the United States (1857– 61). 7. Franklin Pierce (1804– 1869), fourteenth presi- dent of the United States (1853– 57).

This necessity had not been overlooked; but had been provided for, as well as might be, in the notable argument of “squatter sovereignty,” otherwise called “sacred right of self government,” which latter phrase, though expres- sive of the only rightful basis of any government, was so perverted in this attempted use of it as to amount to just this: That if any one man, choose to enslave another, no third man shall be allowed to object.

That argument was incorporated into the Nebraska bill itself, in the lan- guage which follows: “It being the true intent and meaning of this act not to legislate slavery into any Territory or State, nor to exclude it therefrom; but to leave the people thereof perfectly free to form and regulate their domestic insti- tutions in their own way, subject only to the Constitution of the United States.”

Then opened the roar of loose declamation in favor of “Squatter Sover- eignty,” and “Sacred right of self government.”

“But,” said opposition members, “let us be more speci"c— let us amend the bill so as to expressly declare that the people of the Territory may exclude slavery.” “Not we,” said the friends of the mea sure; and down they voted the amendment.

While the Nebraska bill was passing through congress, a law case, involv- ing the question of a negro’s freedom, by reason of his own er having volun- tarily taken him Srst into a free State and then a territory covered by the congressional prohibition, and held him as a slave for a long time in each, was passing through the U.S. Circuit Court for the District of Missouri; and both Nebraska bill and law suit were brought to a decision in the same month of May, 1854. The negro’s name was “Dred Scott,” which name now designates the decision Snally made in the case.

Before the then next Presidential election, the law case came to, and was argued in the Supreme Court of the United States; but the decision of it was deferred until after the election. Still, before the election, Senator Trumbull, on the ^oor of the Senate, requests the leading advocate5 of the Nebraska bill to state his opinion whether the people of a territory can constitutionally exclude slavery from their limits; and the latter answers, “That is a question for the Supreme Court.”

The election came. Mr. Buchanan6 was elected, and the indorsement, such as it was, secured. That was the second point gained. This indorsement, how- ever, fell short of a clear pop u lar majority by nearly four hundred thousand votes, and so, perhaps, was not over- whelmingly reliable and satisfactory.

The outgoing President,7 in his last annual message, as impressively as possible echoed back upon the people the weight and authority of the indorse- ment.

The Supreme Court met again; did not announce their decision, but ordered a re- argument.

The Presidential inauguration came, and still no decision of the court; but the incoming President, in his inaugural address, fervently exhorted the people to abide by the forthcoming decision, what ever it might be.

Then, in a few days, came the decision.

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8. Written by Buchanan to Benjamin Silliman (1816– 1885), the representative of forty promi- nent Connecticut educators and preachers who had protested Buchanan’s support for the newly elected, largely proslavery delegates to the Kan- sas State constitutional convention and the laws they passed.

9. At an 1857 convention held in Lecompton, Kansas, proslavery delegates developed a consti- tution for Kansas that would have admitted it to the Union as a slave state. It was rejected by both the House of Representatives and the voters of Kansas.

The reputed author of the Nebraska bill Snds an early occasion to make a speech at this capitol indorsing the Dred Scott Decision, and vehemently denouncing all opposition to it.

The new President, too, seizes the early occasion of the Silliman letter8 to indorse and strongly construe that decision, and to express his astonish- ment that any different view had ever been entertained.

At length a squabble springs up between the President and the author of the Nebraska bill, on the mere question of fact, whether the Lecompton constitution9 was or was not, in any just sense, made by the people of Kan- sas; and in that quarrel the latter declares that all he wants is a fair vote for the people, and that he cares not whether slavery be voted down or voted up. I do not understand his declaration that he cares not whether slavery be voted down or voted up, to be intended by him other than as an apt de"ni- tion of the policy he would impress upon the public mind— the principle for which he declares he has suffered much, and is ready to suffer to the end.

And well may he cling to that principle. If he has any parental feeling, well may he cling to it. That principle, is the only shred left of his original Nebraska doctrine. Under the Dred Scott decision, “squatter sovereignty” squatted out of existence, tumbled down like temporary scaffolding— like the mold at the foundry served through one blast and fell back into loose sand— helped to carry an election, and then was kicked to the winds. His late joint struggle with the Republicans, against the Lecompton Constitu- tion, involves nothing of the original Nebraska doctrine. That struggle was made on a point, the right of a people to make their own constitution, upon which he and the Republicans have never differed.

The several points of the Dred Scott decision, in connection with Sena- tor Douglas’ “care not” policy, constitute the piece of machinery, in its pres- ent state of advancement.

The working points of that machinery are: First, that no negro slave, imported as such from Africa, and no descen-

dant of such slave can ever be a citizen of any State, in the sense of that term as used in the Constitution of the United States.

This point is made in order to deprive the negro, in every possible event, of the beneSt of that provision of the United States Constitution, which declares that—

“the citizens of each State shall be entitled to all privileges and immuni- ties of citizens in the several States.”

Secondly, that “subject to the Constitution of the United States,” neither Congress nor a Territorial Legislature can exclude slavery from any United States Territory.

The point is made in order that individual men may "ll up the territories with slaves, without danger of losing them as property, and thus enhance the chances of permanency to the institution through all the future.

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1. Grooves or slots in boards that hold projecting pieces (“tenons”) from other boards, forming joints. Lincoln refers to Stephen Douglas, Demo- cratic senator from Illinois; former president

Franklin Pierce; Roger Brooke Taney (1777– 1864), chief justice of the Supreme Court who had recently delivered the Dred Scott decision; and the current president, James Buchanan.

Thirdly, that whether the holding a negro in actual slavery in a free State, makes him free, as against the holder, the United States courts will not decide, but will leave to be decided by the courts of any slave State the negro may be forced into by the master.

This point is made, not to be pressed immediately; but, if acquiesced in for a while, and apparently indorsed by the people at an election, then to sustain the logical conclusion that what Dred Scott’s master might lawfully do with Dred Scott, in the free State of Illinois, every other master may lawfully do with any other one or one thousand slaves, in Illinois, or in any other free State.

Auxiliary to all this, and working hand in hand with it, the Nebraska doctrine, or what is left of it, is to educate and mould public opinion, at least Northern public opinion, to not care whether slavery is voted down or voted up.

This shows exactly where we now are; and partially also, whither we are tending.

It will throw additional light on the latter, to go back, and run the mind over the string of historical facts already stated. Several things will now appear less dark and mysterious than they did when they were transpiring. The people were to be left “perfectly free” “subject only to the Constitu- tion.” What the Constitution had to do with it, outsiders could not then see. Plainly enough now, it was an exactly Stted nitch for the Dred Scott deci- sion to afterward come in, and declare that perfect freedom of the people, to be just no freedom at all.

Why was the amendment, expressly declaring the right of the people to exclude slavery, voted down? Plainly enough now, the adoption of it, would have spoiled the nitch for the Dred Scott decision.

Why was the court decision held up? Why, even a Senator’s individual opinion withheld, till after the Presidential election? Plainly enough now, the speaking out then would have damaged the “perfectly free” argument upon which the election was to be carried.

Why the outgoing President’s felicitation on the indorsement? Why the delay of a reargument? Why the incoming President’s advance exhortation in favor of the decision?

These things look like the cautious patting and petting of a spirited horse, preparatory to mounting him, when it is dreaded that he may give the rider a fall.

And why the hasty after indorsements of the decision by the President and others?

We cannot absolutely know that all these exact adaptations are the result of preconcert. But when we see a lot of framed timbers, different portions of which we know have been gotten out at different times and places and by different workmen— Stephen, Franklin, Roger, and James, for instance— and we see these timbers joined together, and see they exactly make the frame of a house or a mill, all the tenons and mortises1 exactly Stting, and all the lengths and proportions of the different pieces exactly adapted to

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2. Daniel Mace (1811– 1867), representative from Indiana. John McLean (1785– 1861), American congressman, postmaster, and jurist; Benjamin Robbins Curtis (1809– 1874), American jurist; Salmon Portland Chase (1808– 1873), governor of

Ohio, senator, secretary of the trea sury, and chief justice of the Supreme Court. 3. Rensselaer Russell Nelson (1826– 1904) was appointed an associate of the territorial supreme court of Minnesota in 1857 by Buchanan.

their respective places, and not a piece too many or too few— not omitting even scaffolding— or, if a single piece be lacking, we see the place in the frame exactly Stted and prepared to yet bring such piece in— in such a case, we Snd it impossible not to believe that Stephen and Franklin and Roger and James all understood one another from the beginning, and all worked upon a common plan or draft drawn up before the Srst lick was struck.

It should not be overlooked that, by the Nebraska bill, the people of a State as well as Territory, were to be left “perfectly free” “subject only to the Constitution.”

Why mention a State? They were legislating for territories, and not for or about States. Certainly the people of a State are and ought to be subject to the Constitution of the United States; but why is mention of this lugged into this merely territorial law? Why are the people of a territory and the people of a state therein lumped together, and their relation to the Constitu- tion therein treated as being precisely the same?

While the opinion of the Court, by Chief Justice Taney, in the Dred Scott case, and the separate opinions of all the concurring Judges, expressly declare that the Constitution of the United States neither permits Congress nor a territorial legislature to exclude slavery from any United States terri- tory, they all omit to declare whether or not the same Constitution permits a state, or the people of a State, to exclude it.

Possibly, this is a mere omission; but who can be quite sure, if McLean or Curtis had sought to get into the opinion a declaration of unlimited power in the people of a state to exclude slavery from their limits, just as Chase and Mace2 sought to get such declaration, in behalf of the people of a terri- tory, into the Nebraska bill— I ask, who can be quite sure that it would not have been voted down, in the one case, as it had been in the other?

The nearest approach to the point of declaring the power of a State over slavery, is made by Judge Nelson.3 He approaches it more than once, using the precise idea, and almost the language too, of the Nebraska act. On one occasion his exact language is, “except in cases where the power is restrained by the Constitution of the United States, the law of the State is supreme over the subject of slavery within its jurisdiction.”

In what cases the power of the states is so restrained by the U.S. Consti- tution is left an open question, precisely as the same question, as to the restraint on the power of the territories was left open in the Nebraska act. Put that and that together, and we have another nice little nitch, which we may, ere long, see Slled with another Supreme Court decision, declaring that the Constitution of the United States does not permit a state to exclude slav- ery from its limits.

And this may especially be expected if the doctrine of “care not whether slavery be voted down or voted up,” shall gain upon the public mind sufS- ciently to give promise that such a decision can be maintained when made.

Such a decision is all that slavery now lacks of being alike lawful in all the States.

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4. Ecclesiastes 9.4. 5. U.S. participation in the international African

slave trade was banned by Congress in 1808; slave trade within the United States remained legal.

Welcome or unwelcome, such decision is probably coming, and will soon be upon us, unless the power of the present po liti cal dynasty shall be met and overthrown. We shall lie down pleasantly dreaming that the people of Missouri are on the verge of making their State free; and we shall awake to the reality, instead, that the Supreme Court has made Illinois a slave State.

To meet and overthrow the power of that dynasty, is the work now before all those who would prevent that consummation.

That is what we have to do. But how can we best do it? There are those who denounce us openly to their own friends, and yet

whisper us softly, that Senator Douglas is the aptest instrument there is, with which to effect that object. They do not tell us, nor has he told us, that he wishes any such object to be effected. They wish us to infer all, from the facts, that he now has a little quarrel with the present head of the dynasty; and that he has regularly voted with us, on a single point, upon which, he and we, have never differed.

They remind us that he is a great man, and that the largest of us are very small ones. Let this be granted. But “a living dog is better than a dead lion.”4 Judge Douglas, if not a dead lion for this work, is at least a caged and tooth- less one. How can he oppose the advances of slavery? He don’t care any- thing about it. His avowed mission is impressing the “public heart” to care nothing about it.

A leading Douglas Demo cratic newspaper thinks Douglas’ superior tal- ent will be needed to resist the revival of the African slave trade.5

Does Douglas believe an effort to revive that trade is approaching? He has not said so. Does he really think so? But if it is, how can he resist it? For years he has labored to prove it a sacred right of white men to take negro slaves into the new territories. Can he possibly show that it is less a sacred right to buy them where they can be bought cheapest? And, unquestionably they can be bought cheaper in Africa than in Virginia.

He has done all in his power to reduce the whole question of slavery to one of a mere right of property; and as such, how can he oppose the foreign slave trade— how can he refuse that trade in that “property” shall be “per- fectly free”— unless he does it as a protection to the home production? And as the home producers will probably not ask the protection, he will be wholly without a ground of opposition.

Senator Douglas holds, we know, that a man may rightfully be wiser to- day than he was yesterday— that he may rightfully change when he Snds himself wrong.

But, can we for that reason, run ahead, and infer that he will make any par tic u lar change, of which he, himself, has given no intimation? Can we safely base our action upon any such vague inference?

Now, as ever, I wish to not misrepresent Judge Douglas’ position, ques- tion his motives, or do aught that can be personally offensive to him.

Whenever, if ever, he and we can come together on principle so that our great cause may have assistance from his great ability, I hope to have inter- posed no adventitious obstacle.

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1. The source of the text printed here is the fac- simile reproduced in W.  F. Barton’s Lincoln at Gettysburg (1930). Lincoln delivered the address approximately four months after the three- day battle between Robert E. Lee, with seventy thousand Southern troops, and George Gordon

Meade, with more than ninety thousand North- ern troops. The North was victorious in a battle that left over six thousand dead and thousands injured. Lincoln spoke at Cemetery Hill, which held the Union dead.

But clearly, he is not now with us— he does not pretend to be— he does not promise to ever be.

Our cause, then, must be intrusted to, and conducted by its own undoubted friends— those whose hands are free, whose hearts are in the work— who do care for the result.

Two years ago the Republicans of the nation mustered over thirteen hun- dred thousand strong.

We did this under the single impulse of re sis tance to a common danger, with every external circumstance against us.

Of strange, discordant, and even, hostile elements, we gathered from the four winds, and formed and fought the battle through, under the constant hot Sre of a disciplined, proud, and pampered enemy.

Did we brave all then to falter now?— now—when that same enemy is wavering, dissevered, and belligerent?

1858

Address Delivered at the Dedication of the Cemetery at Gettysburg, November 19, 18631

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle- Seld of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that Seld, as a Snal resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether Stting and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate— we can not consecrate— we can not hallow— this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unSnished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us— that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full mea sure of devotion— that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain— that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom— and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

Abraham Lincoln

1863

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1. The text is based on photostats of the original manuscript, owned by the Abraham Lincoln Association. A little more than a month after Lin- coln delivered this address, the Civil War came to an end at Appomattox, Virginia, on April 9, when

Robert E. Lee formally surrendered to Ulysses S. Grant. Shortly after that, on April 14, Lincoln was fatally shot while attending a play at Ford’s Theater in Washington, D.C. 2. Matthew 18.7.

Second Inaugural Address, March 4, 18651

At this second appearing to take the oath of the presidential ofSce, there is less occasion for an extended address than there was at the Srst. Then a statement, somewhat in detail, of a course to be pursued, seemed Stting and proper. Now, at the expiration of four years, during which public decla- rations have been constantly called forth on every point and phase of the great contest which still absorbs the attention, and engrosses the energies of the nation, little that is new could be presented. The progress of our arms, upon which all else chie^y depends, is as well known to the public as to myself; and it is, I trust, reasonably satisfactory and encouraging to all. With high hope for the future, no prediction in regard to it is ventured.

On the occasion corresponding to this four years ago, all thoughts were anxiously directed to an impending civil war. All dreaded it— all sought to avert it. While the inaugural address was being delivered from this place, devoted altogether to saving the Union without war, insurgent agents were in the city seeking to destroy it without war— seeking to dissol[v]e the Union, and divide effects, by negotiation. Both parties deprecated war; but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive; and the other would accept war rather than let it perish. And the war came.

One eighth of the whole population were colored slaves, not distributed generally over the Union, but localized in the Southern part of it. These slaves constituted a peculiar and powerful interest. All knew that this inter- est was, somehow, the cause of the war. To strengthen, perpetuate, and extend this interest was the object for which the insurgents would rend the Union, even by war; while the government claimed no right to do more than to restrict the territorial enlargement of it. Neither party expected for the war, the magnitude, or the duration, which it has already attained. Neither anticipated that the cause of the con^ict might cease with, or even before, the con^ict itself should cease. Each looked for an easier triumph, and a result less fundamental and astounding. Both read the same Bible, and pray to the same God; and each invokes His aid against the other. It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask a just God’s assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men’s faces; but let us judge not that we be not judged. The prayers of both could not be answered; that of neither has been answered fully. The Almighty has his own purposes. “Woe unto the world because of offences! for it must needs be that offences come; but woe to that man by whom the offence cometh!”2 If we shall suppose that American Slavery is one of those offences which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South, this terrible war, as the woe due to those by whom the offence came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a Living God always ascribe to Him? Fondly do we hope— fervently do

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we pray— that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue, until all the wealth piled by the bond- man’s two hun- dred and Sfty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash, shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said “the judgments of the Lord, are true and righ teous altogether.”3

With malice toward none; with charity for all; with Srmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to Snish the work we are in; to bind up the nation’s wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan— to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations.

1865

3. Psalm 19.9.

MARGARET FULLER 1810–1850

I n their six- volume History of Woman Suffrage (1881), the U.S. feminists Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony, and Matilda Joslyn Gage declared that Marga- ret Fuller “possessed more in^uence upon the thought of American women than any woman previous to her time.” When she died tragically at the age of forty, she had published approximately three hundred essays and reviews— emerging as one of the best literary critics of her day— as well as a major travel narrative, an impor- tant book on women’s rights that predated the Srst women’s suffrage convention by several years, and a collection of her writings. She had also edited the Dial (the semi- ofScial journal of the Transcendentalists) and become one of the Srst female columnists and the Srst female overseas journalist for a U.S. daily newspaper, Hor- ace Greeley’s New York Tribune. She not only argued for the intellectual equality of women to men but, in her writings and personal life, presented herself as an exam- ple of women’s abilities. At a time when no institutions of higher learning were open to women, her richly allusive writings displayed a knowledge of literary tradi- tions, history, religion, and po liti cal and legal thought that one would associate with a university- educated scholar or teacher; and at a time when women were expected to remain within the domestic sphere— and never under any circum- stances to compete with men— her activist public presence and conSdent persona troubled and fascinated her male friends. In^uenced by Emerson’s philosophy of self- culture and self- reliance, which she extended to women, Fuller continually challenged herself to move in new directions.

Sarah Margaret Fuller was born at Cambridgeport (now part of Cambridge), Mas- sachusetts, on May 23, 1810, the Srst of the nine children of Margarett Crane and Timothy Fuller. Her father, a lawyer and four- term congressman, supervised her edu- cation, teaching her Latin, Greek, French, and Italian in a rigorous regime involving

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long hours of study and drill. In an autobiographical account written when she was thirty years old, Fuller complained of the nightmares and headaches that accompa- nied what she termed her “unnatural” childhood; but a few years later, in “The Great Lawsuit” (1843), she praised the father of “Miranda” (Fuller’s Sctionalized self- portrait in the essay) for regarding her “as a living mind” and thus freeing her from the culture’s strictures against developing female intellect. By the time she was ten, she had read extensively in Virgil, Cicero, Tacitus, Shakespeare, and numerous other classic writers. In 1824, her parents sent her to Miss Susan Prescott’s Young Ladies’ Seminary in Groton, Massachusetts, a sort of Snishing school, which she left after a year, returning to live with her family in Cambridge. During the late 1820s she began to read such in^uential Eu ro pe an Romantics as the French novelist and po liti cal theorist Germaine de Staël and the German novelist, dramatist, and poet Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. Timothy Fuller moved the family to a farm in Groton in 1833, thus removing Margaret from the Cambridge environment she had come to Snd so stimulating. She continued with her self- education, however, translating Goethe’s drama Torquato Tasso and publishing her Srst essay, “In Defense of Brutus,” in an 1834 issue of the Boston Daily Advertiser & Patriot.

Fuller wanted to become a full- time writer and translator— activities then open- ing up to women— but those plans had to be abandoned when her father died of cholera in October 1835. Her mother was sickly, and the bulk of the responsibility for Snancially supporting the family fell to Fuller. Setting aside her own ambi- tions, she turned to teaching, Srst at Bronson Alcott’s progressive co- educational Temple School in Boston, and then at the prestigious Greene Street School in Providence, Rhode Island. In her little spare time, she continued her writing and translating, placing several reviews and essays in the Western Messenger, and pub- lishing a translation of Eckermann’s Conversations with Goethe in 1839. Realizing that she would not be able to devote herself to her literary interests while holding a full- time teaching job, she resigned from Greene Street School in 1839 and moved back to Cambridge. To support herself, she established her “Conversations”— paid seminars for elite women of the Boston and Cambridge area in which dia- logue, rather than rote learning or lecture, was the dominant pedagogy. These meetings anticipated the women’s book- club movement of later in the century and were fondly remembered for years afterward by their participants. Over the next six years the group addressed such top- ics as Greek mythology, the Sne arts, ethics, education, demonology, philo- sophical idealism, and the intellectual potential of women.

A friend of Emerson’s since she Srst sought him out in 1836, Fuller edited the Dial from its founding in 1840 to 1842, while continuing to translate works by and about Goethe. In 1842 she resigned her editorship but kept on with her “Conversations” and writing. She did her Srst signiScant traveling in  1843, spending four months with friends touring the Great Lakes, Illi- nois, and the Wisconsin Territory. Upon her return, she researched the history of the old Northwest territories, wrote over thirty poems, and in 1844 brought out her Srst full- length book, Summer on the Lakes, in 1843, a volume

Margaret Fuller, from a daguerreotype made in July 1846. This is the only known photograph of Fuller.

of historical meditations, poetry, and travel narrative, which Edgar Allan Poe hailed as “remarkable.” The New York editor Horace Greeley was so impressed with the book that he offered Fuller the position of full- time literary editor of the New York Tribune.

Fuller moved to New York City in late 1844, and during the next two years pub- lished over two hundred essays in the Tribune, including in^uential reviews of Poe, Hawthorne, Melville, and Frederick Douglass. (She republished a number of these reviews in her 1846 Papers on Literature and Art.) She also wrote columns on public questions— what we would now call investigative reporting— addressing such matters as the condition of the female prisoners she had visited in New York’s Sing Sing Prison in late 1844. In 1845 Greeley published her Woman in the Nine- teenth Century, which expanded her 1843 Dial essay “The Great Lawsuit: Man versus Men. Woman versus Women” into a full- length book. Taken together, the essay and book meditate powerfully on the ways that cultural constructions of gender limited both female and male potential. Providing examples of strong hero- ines and goddesses from history, literature, and mythology, she sought to inspire women readers to imagine greater possibilities for themselves. She also linked the situation of white domestic women to the situation of the slave, thus developing an overlapping critique of slavery and patriarchy. Lydia Maria Child declared in an 1845 review of Woman in the Nineteenth Century that Fuller raised important questions about whether under current conditions love is “a mockery, and mar- riage a sham.” By the late nineteenth century both the book and “The Great Law- suit” had emerged as landmarks in the history of feminist thought in the United States.

In August 1846, Fuller sailed for Eu rope, having arranged with Greeley to send back regular dispatches at the rate of ten dollars per column. Arriving Srst in En gland, she met the writer and phi los o pher Thomas Carlyle, whom she had long admired but who disappointed her by his reactionary po liti cal views and his cold response to the Italian revolutionary Giuseppe Mazzini, then a po liti cal refugee in En gland. In Paris she met the French woman novelist George Sand and the exiled Polish poet and revolutionary Adam Mickiewicz. She next went to Italy, at the time not a uniSed country but a collection of states— some in de pen dent, some controlled by the pope, and some controlled by Austria. Soon after settling in Rome she became romantically involved with Giovanni Angelo Ossoli, a nobleman eleven years her ju nior who supported the revolutionary cause of Italian uniScation (Risorgimento) led by Giuseppe Garibaldi and Mazzini. Her dispatches to the Tribune recorded her increasing preoccupation with the developing Italian revolution, which she linked to American ideals of republicanism that harked back to the original Roman repub- lic, long her po liti cal ideal.

In December of 1847 Fuller became pregnant, but as a Protestant her marriage to the Catholic Ossoli seemed out of the question because of the opposition of his family and the difSculties of getting permission in Italy for an interfaith marriage. Through a dismal rainy season, she covered po liti cal events for the Tribune, and when cities of northern Italy revolted against the Austrians in March 1848, Fuller described to her New York readers the joyous response of the Roman citizens. Emerson wrote from En gland urging her to return home before war broke out, but she was not ready to tell her Massachusetts connections about her pregnancy, and chose instead to wait for the child’s birth in the countryside near Rome. Ossoli, who had become a member of the civic guard, was with her when their son, Angelo, was born on September 5. Leaving the baby with a wet nurse— a common practice for the era— Fuller returned to Rome late in November in time to cover the ^ight of the pope and, early in 1849, the arrival of the Italian nationalist Garibaldi, the proclamation of the Roman Republic, and Mazzini’s arrival in Rome as well. The republic lasted less than a year: French troops entered Rome on June 30, 1849, and quickly restored the pope to power. During the bloody siege, Fuller served as the

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1. Reprinted from the Boston Dial (July 1843). In 1845 Fuller published a revised, expanded version of this work under the title Woman in the Nineteenth Century.

director of the Hospital of the Fate Bene Fratelli, doing heroic work for the wounded revolutionaries.

After the defeat of the republican forces, Fuller moved to Florence with Angelo and Ossoli and began to work on a history of the short- lived Roman Republic. She may have married Ossoli, as his sister later claimed and as she herself stated in some of her letters home. But there was doubt about this among her friends, who may have been just as alarmed by her marriage to a Catholic as by what they regarded as her pro^igate sexual behavior as an unmarried woman. Convinced that she and Ossoli would have better economic prospects in the United States, Fuller arranged passage home, and on May 17, 1850, the three sailed for the United States. On July 19, two months and two days later— sailing ships took many weeks to cross the Atlantic— the ship was wrecked within sight of land off Fire Island, New York, and all three per- ished. Angelo’s body washed ashore. A trunk containing some of Fuller’s papers was later recovered, but not her history of Rome. Thoreau traveled to the site and sought vainly for her body; at home, Emerson wrote mournfully in his journal, “I have lost in her my audience.” Hawthorne, who had been friends with Fuller during the 1840s, may have had her in mind when creating Hester Prynne in The Scarlet Letter (1850). Wishing to memorialize her career and yet confused about how to present this uncon- ventional woman to a general audience, Fuller’s male friends brought out Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli in 1852, which emphasized her eccentricities, egotism, and aloofness. But if her refusal to stay within feminine bounds disturbed her male con- temporaries, that very nonconformity— an instance of Emerson’s own teachings, after all— had been crucial to her achievements as an intellectual and writer.

The Great Lawsuit: Man versus Men. Woman versus Women1

This great suit has now been carried on through many ages, with various results. The decisions have been numerous, but always followed by appeals to still higher courts. How can it be otherwise, when the law itself is the subject of frequent elucidation, constant revision? Man has, now and then, enjoyed a clear, triumphant hour, when some irresistible conviction warmed and puriSed the atmosphere of his planet. But, presently, he sought repose after his labors, when the crowd of pigmy adversaries bound him in his sleep. Long years of inglorious imprisonment followed, while his enemies reveled in his spoils, and no counsel could be found to plead his cause, in the absence of that all- promising glance, which had, at times, kindled the poetic soul to revelation of his claims, of his rights.

Yet a foundation for the largest claim is now established. It is known that his inheritance consists in no partial sway, no exclusive possession, such as his adversaries desire. For they, not content that the universe is rich, would, each one for himself, appropriate trea sure; but in vain! The many- colored garment, which clothed with honor an elected son, when rent asunder for the many, is a worthless spoil. A band of robbers cannot live princely in the prince’s castle; nor would he, like them, be content with less than all, though he would not, like them, seek it as fuel for riotous enjoyment, but as his principality, to administer and guard for the use of all living things therein.

He cannot be satisSed with any one gift of the earth, any one department of knowledge, or telescopic peep at the heavens. He feels himself called to understand and aid nature, that she may, through his intelligence, be raised and interpreted; to be a student of, and servant to, the universe- spirit; and only king of his planet, that, as an angelic minister, he may bring it into con- scious harmony with the law of that spirit.

Such is the inheritance of the orphan prince, and the illegitimate children of his family will not always be able to keep it from him, for, from the Selds which they sow with dragon’s teeth, and water with blood, rise monsters, which he alone has power to drive away.

But it is not the purpose now to sing the prophecy of his jubilee. We have said that, in clear triumphant moments, this has many, many times been made manifest, and those moments, though past in time, have been trans- lated into eternity by thought. The bright signs they left hang in the heav- ens, as single stars or constellations, and, already, a thickly- sown radiance consoles the wanderer in the darkest night. Heroes have Slled the zodiac of beneScent labors, and then given up their mortal part2 to the Sre without a murmur. Sages and lawgivers have bent their whole nature to the search for truth, and thought themselves happy if they could buy, with the sacriSce of all temporal ease and plea sure, one seed for the future Eden. Poets and priests have strung the lyre with heart- strings, poured out their best blood upon the altar which, reared anew from age to age, shall at last sustain the ^ame which rises to highest heaven. What shall we say of those who, if not so directly, or so consciously, in connection with the central truth, yet, led and fashioned by a divine instinct, serve no less to develop and interpret the open secret of love passing into life, the divine energy creating for the pur- pose of happiness;— of the artist, whose hand, drawn by a preëxistent har- mony to a certain medium, moulds it to expressions of life more highly and completely or ga nized than are seen elsewhere, and, by carry ing out the inten- tion of nature, reveals her meaning to those who are not yet sufSciently matured to divine it; of the phi los o pher, who listens steadily for causes, and, from those obvious, infers those yet unknown; of the historian, who, in faith that all events must have their reason and their aim, rec ords them, and lays up archives from which the youth of prophets may be fed. The man of sci- ence dissects the statement, veriSes the facts, and demonstrates connection even where he cannot its purpose.

Lives, too, which bear none of these names, have yielded tones of no less signiScance. The candlestick, set in a low place, has given light as faith- fully, where it was needed, as that upon the hill.3 In close alleys, in dismal

2. Ovid, Apotheosis of Hercules, translated into clumsy En glish by Mr. Gay, as follows:

Jove said, Be all your fears forborne, / Th’ Œtean Sres do

thou, great hero, scorn; / Who vanquished all things, shall subdue the ̂ ame; / The part alone of gross maternal frame, / Fire shall devour, while that from me he drew / Shall live immortal, and its force renew; / That, when he’s dead, I’ll raise to realms above, / May all the powers the righ- teous act approve. / If any God dissent, and judge too great / The sacred honors of the heavenly seat, / Even he shall own his deeds deserve the sky, / Even he, reluctant, shall at length comply. /

Th’ assembled powers assent [Fuller’s note; she also supplied the original Latin, which is not included here]. The translation by the En glish poet John Gay (1685– 1732) comes from book 9 of Metamorphoses, by the Roman poet Ovid (43 b.c.e.– c. 17 c.e.). 3. From Jesus’s Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 5.15– 16): “Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick; and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.”

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4. In Greek mythology, the Titan who gave humans the gift of Sre out of pity for their misery.

5. “Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect” (Matthew 5.48).

nooks, the Word has been read as distinctly, as when shown by angels to holy men in the dark prison. Those who till a spot of earth, scarcely larger than is wanted for a grave, have deserved that the sun should shine upon its sod till violets answer.

So great has been, from time to time, the promise, that, in all ages, men have said the Gods themselves came down to dwell with them; that the All- Creating wandered on the earth to taste in a limited nature the sweetness of virtue, that the All- Sustaining incarnated himself, to guard, in space and time, the destinies of his world; that heavenly genius dwelt among the shep- herds, to sing to them and teach them how to sing. Indeed,

“Der stets den Hirten gnädig sich bewies.” “He has constantly shown himself favorable to shepherds.”

And these dwellers in green pastures and natural students of the stars, were selected to hail, Srst of all, the holy child, whose life and death pre- sented the type of excellence, which has sustained the heart of so large a portion of mankind in these later generations.

Such marks have been left by the footsteps of man, whenever he has made his way through the wilderness of men. And whenever the pygmies stepped in one of these, they felt dilate within the breast somewhat that promised larger stature and purer blood. They were tempted to forsake their evil ways, to forsake the side of selSsh personal existence, of decrepit skep- ticism, and covetousness of corruptible possessions. Conviction ^owed in upon them. They, too, raised the cry; God is living, all is his, and all created beings are brothers, for they are his children. These were the triumphant moments; but as we have said, man slept and selSshness awoke.

Thus he is still kept out of his inheritance, still a pleader, still a pilgrim. But his reinstatement is sure. And now, no mere glimmering consciousness, but a certainty, is felt and spoken, that the highest ideal man can form of his own capabilities is that which he is destined to attain. Knock, and it shall be opened; seek, and ye shall Snd. It is demonstrated, it is a maxim. He no longer paints his proper nature in some peculiar form and says, “Pro- metheus4 had it,” but “Man must have it.” However disputed by many, how- ever ignorantly used, or falsiSed, by those who do receive it, the fact of an universal, unceasing revelation, has been too clearly stated in words, to be lost sight of in thought, and sermons preached form the text, “Be ye perfect,”5 are the only sermons of a pervasive and deep- searching in^uence.

But among those who meditate upon this text, there is great difference of view, as to the way in which perfection shall be sought.

Through the intellect, say some; Gather from every growth of life its seed of thought; look behind every symbol for its law. If thou canst see clearly, the rest will follow.

Through the life, say others; Do the best thou knowest to- day. Shrink not from incessant error, in this gradual, fragmentary state. Follow thy light for as much as it will show thee, be faithful as far as thou canst, in hope that faith presently will lead to sight. Help others, without blame that they need thy help. Love much, and be forgiven.

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6. See Isaiah 7– 11. 7. According to Mark 16.19, after the cruciSed and risen Jesus had preached to the disciples, “he was received up into heaven, and sat on the right hand of God.” 8. St. Martin [Fuller’s note]. Louis Claude de Saint- Martin (1743– 1803), French phi los o pher, from The Ministry of Man and Spirit (1802).

9. In Greek mythology, a musician so powerful that with his lyre he cast a spell on Hades and almost succeeded in drawing his dead wife, Eurydice, back to the upper world. In 1839 Fuller saw the statue of Orpheus by Thomas Crawford (1814– 1857) at the Allston Gallery in Boston and wrote a poem about it, which she incorporates into this essay just below.

It needs not intellect, needs not experience, says a third. If you took the true way, these would be evolved in purity. You would not learn through them, but express through them a higher knowledge. In quietness, yield thy soul to the casual soul. Do not disturb its teachings by methods of thine own. Be still, seek not, but wait in obedience. Thy commission will be given.

Could we, indeed, say what we want, could we give a description of the child that is lost, he would be found. As soon as the soul can say clearly, that a certain demonstration is wanted, it is at hand. When the Jewish prophet described the Lamb, as the expression of what was required by the coming era, the time drew nigh.6 But we say not, see not, as yet, clearly, what we would. Those who call for a more triumphant expression of love, a love that cannot be cruciSed, show not a perfect sense of what has already been expressed. Love has already been expressed, that made all things new, that gave the worm its ministry as well as the ea gle; a love, to which it was alike to descend into the depths of hell, or to sit at the right hand of the Father.7

Yet, no doubt, a new manifestation is at hand, a new hour in the day of man. We cannot expect to see him a completed being, when the mass of men lie so entangled in the sod, or use the freedom of their limbs only with wolSsh energy. The tree cannot come to ^ower till its root be freed from the cankering worm, and its whole growth open to air and light. Yet something new shall presently be shown of the life of man, for hearts crave it now, if minds do not know how to ask it.

Among the strains of prophecy, the following, by an earnest mind of a foreign land, written some thirty years ago, is not yet outgrown; and it has the merit of being a positive appeal from the heart, instead of a critical declaration what man shall not do.

“The ministry of man implies, that he must be Slled from the divine fountains which are being engendered through all eternity, so that, at the mere name of his Master, he may be able to cast all his enemies into the abyss; that he may deliver all parts of nature from the barriers that imprison them; that he may purge the terrestrial atmosphere from the poisons that infect it; that he may preserve the bodies of men from the corrupt in^uences that surround, and the maladies that af^ict them; still more, that he may keep their souls pure from the malignant insinuations which pollute, and the gloomy images that obscure them; that we may restore its serenity to the Word, which false words of men Sll with mourning and sadness; that he may satisfy the desires of the angels, who wait from him the development of the marvels of nature; that, in Sne, his world may be Slled with God, as eternity is.”8

Another attempt we will give, by an obscure observer of our own day and country, to draw some lines of the desired image. It was suggested by seeing the design of Crawford’s Orpheus,9 and connecting with the circumstance of

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the American, in his garret at Rome, making choice of this subject, that of Americans here at home, showing such ambition to represent the character, by calling their prose and verse, Orphic sayings, Orphics. Orpheus was a law- giver by theocratic commission. He understood nature, and made all her forms move to his music. He told her secrets in the form of hymns, nature as seen in the mind of God. Then it is the prediction, that to learn and to do, all men must be lovers, and Orpheus was, in a high sense, a lover. His soul went forth towards all beings, yet could remain sternly faithful to a chosen type of excellence. Seeking what he loved, he feared not death nor hell, neither could any presence daunt his faith in the power of the celestial harmony that Slled his soul.

It seemed signiScant of the state of things in this country, that the sculp- tor should have chosen the attitude of shading his eyes. When we have the statue here, it will give lessons in reverence.

Each Orpheus must to the depths descend, For only thus the poet can be wise Must make the sad Persephone1 his friend, And buried love to second life arise; Again his love must lose through too much love, Must lose his life by living life too true, For what he sought below is passed above, Already done is all that he would do; Must tune all being with his single lyre, Must melt all rocks free from their primal pain, Must search all nature with his one soul’s Sre, Must bind anew all forms in heavenly chain. If he already sees what he must do, Well may he shade his eyes from the far- shining view.

Meanwhile, not a few believe, and men themselves have expressed the opinion, that the time is come when Euridice is to call for an Orpheus, rather than Orpheus for Euridice; that the idea of man, however imperfectly brought out, has been far more so than that of woman, and that an improve- ment in the daughters will best aid the reformation of the sons of this age.

It is worthy of remark, that, as the principle of liberty is better understood and more nobly interpreted, a broader protest is made in behalf of woman. As men become aware that all men have not had their fair chance, they are inclined to say that no women have had a fair chance. The French revolution, that strangely disguised angel, bore witness in favor of woman, but interpreted her claims no less ignorantly than those of man. Its idea of happiness did not rise beyond outward enjoyment, unobstructed by the tyranny of others. The title it gave was Citoyen, Citoyenne,2 and it is not unimportant to woman that even this species of equality was awarded her. Before, she could be con- demned to perish on the scaffold for treason, but not as a citizen, but a sub- ject. The right, with which this title then invested a human being, was that of bloodshed and license. The Goddess of Liberty was impure. Yet truth was prophesied in the ravings of that hideous fever induced by long ignorance

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and women were equal under the law— one of the most promising early achievements of the French Revolution.

and abuse. Eu rope is conning a valued lesson from the blood- stained page. The same tendencies, farther unfolded, will bear good fruit in this country.

Yet, in this country, as by the Jews, when Moses was leading them to the promised land,3 everything has been done that inherited depravity could, to hinder the promise of heaven from its fulSlment. The cross, here as else- where, has been planted only to be blasphemed by cruelty and fraud. The name of the Prince of Peace has been profaned by all kinds of injustice towards the Gentile whom he said he came to save. But I need not speak of what has been done towards the red man, the black man. These deeds are the scoff of the world; and they have been accompanied by such pious words, that the gentlest would not dare to intercede with, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”4

Here, as elsewhere, the gain of creation consists always in the growth of individual minds, which live and aspire, as ^owers bloom and birds sing, in the midst of morasses; and in the continual development of that thought, the thought of human destiny, which is given to eternity to fulSl, and which ages of failure only seemingly impede. Only seemingly, and what ever seems to the contrary, this country is as surely destined to elucidate a great moral law, as Eu rope was to promote the mental culture of man.

Though the national in de pen dence be blurred by the servility of individ- uals; though freedom and equality have been proclaimed only to leave room for a monstrous display of slave dealing and slave keeping; though the free American so often feels himself free, like the Roman, only to pamper his appetites and his indolence through the misery of his fellow beings, still it is not in vain, that the verbal statement has been made, “All men are born free and equal.”5 There it stands, a golden certainty, wherewith to encour- age the good, to shame the bad. The new world may be called clearly to perceive that it incurs the utmost penalty, if it reject the sorrowful brother. And if men are deaf, the angels hear. But men cannot be deaf. It is inevi- table that an external freedom, such as has been achieved for the nation, should be so also for every member of it. That, which has once been clearly conceived in the intelligence, must be acted out. It has become a law, irre- vocable as that of the Medes6 in their ancient dominion. Men will privately sin against it, but the law so clearly expressed by a leading mind of the age,

“Tutti fatti a sembianza d’ un Solo; Figli tutti d’ un solo riscatto, In qual ora, in qual parte del suolo Trascorriamo quest’ aura vital, Siam fratelli, siam stretti ad un patto: Maladetto colui che lo infrange, Che s’ innalza sul Sacco che piange, Che contrista uno spirto immortal.”7

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3. Fuller alludes to moments when the Jews strayed from Moses’s teachings, such as when they worshiped the Golden Calf (Exodus 32). 4. Jesus’s words in Luke 23.34, in reference to the Roman soldiers who had just nailed him to the cross.

5. As in the Declaration of In de pen dence, sec- ond paragraph, “all men are created equal.” 6. Media is now part of Iran. 7. Manzoni [Fuller’s note]. Alessandro Manzoni (1785– 1873), Italian poet and novelist.

8. Would- be reformers, whether of po liti cal and social morality like Marcus Porcius Cato (234– 149 b.c.e.), Roman statesman, or of religion, in fancied imitation of Jesus. 9. Dr. Johnson’s one piece of advice should be written on every door; “Clear your mind of cant.” But Byron, to whom it was so acceptable, in clear- ing away the noxious vine, shook down the build- ing too. Stirling’s emendation is noteworthy, “Realize your cant, not cast it off” [Fuller’s note]. The En glish man of letters Samuel Johnson

(1707– 1784), as quoted in James Boswell’s The Life of Samuel Johnson (1791). John Sterling (1806– 1844), En glish poet and dramatist. 1. Then- common names for newspapers in Mas- sachusetts and elsewhere. 2. Type name for a pretentious nobleman (or fake nobleman, as in the nursery tale Puss in Boots). 3. Radical extremists, from the po liti cal group founded in Paris at the outset of the French Rev- olution in 1789 near the church of Saint- Jacques.

In what ever hour, in what ever part of the soil We draw this vital air, We are brothers, we must be bound by one compact, Accursed he who infringes it, Who raises himself upon the weak who weep, Who saddens an immortal spirit.”

cannot fail of universal recognition. We sicken no less at the pomp than at the strife of words. We feel that

never were lungs so puffed with the wind of declamation, on moral and religious subjects, as now. We are tempted to implore these “word- heroes,” these word- Catos, word- Christs,8 to beware of cant above all things; to remember that hypocrisy is the most hopeless as well as the meanest of crimes, and that those must surely be polluted by it, who do not keep a little of all this morality and religion for private use.9 We feel that the mind may “grow black and rancid in the smoke” even of altars. We start up from the harangue to go into our closet and shut the door. But, when it has been shut long enough, we remember that where there is so much smoke, there must be some Sre; with so much talk about virtue and freedom must be mingled some desire for them; that it cannot be in vain that such have become the common topics of conversation among men; that the very newspapers should proclaim themselves Pilgrims, Puritans, Heralds of Holiness.1 The king that maintains so costly a retinue cannot be a mere Count of Carab- bas2 Sction. We have waited here long in the dust; we are tired and hungry, but the triumphal pro cession must appear at last.

Of all its banners, none has been more steadily upheld, and under none has more valor and willingness for real sacriSces been shown, than that of the champions of the enslaved African. And this band it is, which, partly in consequence of a natural following out of principles, partly because many women have been prominent in that cause, makes, just now, the warmest appeal in behalf of woman.

Though there has been a growing liberality on this point, yet society at large is not so prepared for the demands of this party, but that they are, and will be for some time, coldly regarded as the Jacobins3 of their day.

“Is it not enough,” cries the sorrowful trader, “that you have done all you could to break up the national Union, and thus destroy the prosperity of our country, but now you must be trying to break up family union, to take my wife away from the cradle, and the kitchen hearth, to vote at polls, and preach from a pulpit? Of course, if she does such things, she cannot attend to those of her own sphere. She is happy enough as she is. She has more leisure than I have, every means of improvement, every indulgence.”

“Have you asked her whether she was satisSed with these indulgences?”

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4. Slaves. Fuller fairly describes the legal situation in her time.

“No, but I know she is. She is too amiable to wish what would make me unhappy, and too judicious to wish to step beyond the sphere of her sex. I will never consent to have our peace disturbed by any such discussions.”

“ ‘Consent’—you? it is not consent from you that is in question, it is assent from your wife.”

“Am I not the head of my house?” “You are not the head of your wife. God has given her a mind of her own.” “I am the head and she the heart.” “God grant you play true to one another then. If the head represses no

natural pulse of the heart, there can be no question as to your giving your consent. Both will be of one accord, and there needs but to present any question to get a full and true answer. There is no need of precaution, of indulgence, or consent. But our doubt is whether the heart consents with the head, or only acquiesces in its decree; and it is to ascertain the truth on this point, that we propose some liberating mea sures.”

Thus vaguely are these questions proposed and discussed at present. But their being proposed at all implies much thought, and suggests more. Many women are considering within themselves what they need that they have not, and what they can have, if they Snd they need it. Many men are con- sidering whether women are capable of being and having more than they are and have, and whether, if they are, it will be best to consent to improve- ment in their condition.

The numerous party, whose opinions are already labelled and adjusted too much to their mind to admit of any new light, strive, by lectures on some model- women of bridal- like beauty and gentleness, by writing or lending lit- tle treatises, to mark out with due precision the limits of woman’s sphere, and woman’s mission, and to prevent other than the rightful shepherd from climbing the wall, or the ^ock from using any chance gap to run astray.

Without enrolling ourselves at once on either side, let us look upon the subject from that point of view which to- day offers. No better, it is to be feared, than a high house- top. A high hill- top, or at least a cathedral spire, would be desirable.

It is not surprising that it should be the Anti- Slavery party that pleads for woman, when we consider merely that she does not hold property on equal terms with men; so that, if a husband dies without a will, the wife, instead of stepping at once into his place as head of the family, inherits only a part of his fortune, as if she were a child, or ward only, not an equal partner.

We will not speak of the innumerable instances, in which pro^igate or idle men live upon the earnings of industrious wives; or if the wives leave them and take with them the children, to perform the double duty of mother and father, follow from place to place, and threaten to rob them of the children, if deprived of the rights of a husband, as they call them, plant- ing themselves in their poor lodgings, frightening them into paying tribute by taking from them the children, running into debt at the expense of these otherwise so overtasked helots.4 Though such instances abound, the public opinion of his own sex is against the man, and when cases of extreme tyr- anny are made known, there is private action in the wife’s favor. But if

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woman be, indeed, the weaker party, she ought to have legal protection, which would make such oppression impossible.

And knowing that there exists, in the world of men, a tone of feeling towards women as towards slaves, such as is expressed in the common phrase, “Tell that to women and children;” that the inSnite soul can only work through them in already ascertained limits; that the prerogative of rea- son, man’s highest portion, is allotted to them in a much lower degree; that it is better for them to be engaged in active labor, which is to be furnished and directed by those better able to think, &c. &c.; we need not go further, for who can review the experience of last week, without recalling words which imply, whether in jest or earnest, these views, and views like these? Knowing this, can we wonder that many reformers think that mea sures are not likely to be taken in behalf of women, unless their wishes could be pub- licly represented by women?

That can never be necessary, cry the other side. All men are privately in^uenced by women; each has his wife, sister, or female friends, and is too much biased by these relations to fail of representing their interests. And if this is not enough, let them propose and enforce their wishes with the pen. The beauty of home would be destroyed, the delicacy of the sex be violated, the dignity of halls of legislation destroyed, by an attempt to intro- duce them there. Such duties are inconsistent with those of a mother; and then we have ludicrous pictures of ladies in hysterics at the polls, and senate chambers Slled with cradles.

But if, in reply, we admit as truth that woman seems destined by nature rather to the inner circle, we must add that the arrangements of civilized life have not been as yet such as to secure it to her. Her circle, if the duller, is not the quieter. If kept from excitement, she is not from drudgery. Not only the Indian carries the burdens of the camp, but the favorites of Louis the Four- teenth accompany him in his journeys, and the washerwoman stands at her tub and carries home her work at all seasons, and in all states of health.5

As to the use of the pen, there was quite as much opposition to woman’s possessing herself of that help to free- agency as there is now to her seizing on the rostrum or the desk; and she is likely to draw, from a permission to plead her cause that way, opposite inferences to what might be wished by those who now grant it.

As to the possibility of her Slling, with grace and dignity, any such posi- tion, we should think those who had seen the great actresses, and heard the Quaker preachers of modern times, would not doubt, that woman can express publicly the fulness of thought and emotion, without losing any of the peculiar beauty of her sex.

As to her home, she is not likely to leave it more than she now does for balls, theatres, meetings for promoting missions, revival meetings, and oth- ers to which she ^ies, in hope of an animation for her existence, commen- surate with what she sees enjoyed by men. Governors of Ladies’ Fairs are no less engrossed by such a charge, than the Governor of the State by his; presidents of Washingtonian societies,6 no less away from home than presi- dents of conventions. If men look straitly to it, they will Snd that, unless

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5. In Fuller’s view, courtesans and washerwomen are equally enslaved, however different their con- ditions.

6. General name for patriotic and temperance organizations of the time.

their own lives are domestic, those of the women will not be. The female Greek, of our day, is as much in the street as the male, to cry, What news? We doubt not it was the same in Athens of old. The women, shut out from the market- place, made up for it at the religious festivals. For human beings are not so constituted, that they can live without expansion; and if they do not get it one way, must another, or perish.

And, as to men’s representing women fairly, at present, while we hear from men who owe to their wives not only all that is comfortable and graceful, but all that is wise in the arrangement of their lives, the frequent remark, “You cannot reason with a woman,” when from those of delicacy, nobleness, and poetic culture, the contemptuous phrase, “Women and children,” and that in no light sally of the hour, but in works intended to give a permanent state- ment of the best experiences, when not one man in the million, shall I say, no, not in the hundred million, can rise above the view that woman was made for man, when such traits as these are daily forced upon the attention, can we feel that man will always do justice to the interests of woman? Can we think that he takes a sufSciently discerning and religious view of her ofSce and destiny, ever to do her justice, except when prompted by sentiment; acciden- tally or transiently, that is, for his sentiment will vary according to the rela- tions in which he is placed. The lover, the poet, the artist, are likely to view her nobly. The father and the phi los o pher have some chance of liberality; the man of the world, the legislator for expediency, none.

Under these circumstances, without attaching importance in themselves to the changes demanded by the champions of woman, we hail them as signs of the times. We would have every arbitrary barrier thrown down. We would have every path laid open to woman as freely as to man. Were this done, and a slight temporary fermentation allowed to subside, we believe that the Divine would ascend into nature to a height unknown in the his- tory of past ages, and nature, thus instructed, would regulate the spheres not only so as to avoid collision, but to bring forth ravishing harmony.

Yet then, and only then, will human beings be ripe for this, when inward and outward freedom for woman, as much as for man, shall be acknowl- edged as a right, not yielded as a concession. As the friend of the negro assumes that one man cannot, by right, hold another in bondage, should the friend of woman assume that man cannot, by right, lay even well- meant restrictions on woman. If the negro be a soul, if the woman be a soul, apparelled in ^esh, to one master only are they accountable. There is but one law for all souls, and, if there is to be an interpreter of it, he comes not as man, or son of man, but as Son of God.

Were thought and feeling once so far elevated that man should esteem himself the brother and friend, but nowise the lord and tutor of woman, were he really bound with her in equal worship, arrangements as to func- tion and employment would be of no consequence. What woman needs is not as a woman to act or rule, but as a nature to grow, as an intellect to discern, as a soul to live freely, and unimpeded to unfold such powers as were given her when we left our common home. If fewer talents were given her, yet, if allowed the free and full employment of these, so that she may render back to the giver his own with usury, she will not complain, nay, I  dare to say she will bless and rejoice in her earthly birth- place, her earthly lot.

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Let us consider what obstructions impede this good era, and what signs give reason to hope that it draws near.

I was talking on this subject with Miranda,7 a woman, who, if any in the world, might speak without heat or bitterness of the position of her sex. Her father was a man who cherished no sentimental reverence for woman, but a Srm belief in the equality of the sexes. She was his eldest child, and came to him at an age when he needed a companion. From the time she could speak and go8 alone, he addressed her not as a plaything, but as a living mind. Among the few verses he ever wrote were a copy addressed to this child, when the Srst locks were cut from her head, and the reverence expressed on this occasion for that cherished head he never belied. It was to him the temple of immortal intellect. He respected his child, however, too much to be an indulgent parent. He called on her for clear judgment, for courage, for honor and Sdelity, in short for such virtues as he knew. In so far as he pos- sessed the keys to the wonders of this universe, he allowed free use of them to her, and by the incentive of a high expectation he forbade, as far as pos- sible, that she should let the privilege lie idle.

Thus this child was eagerly led to feel herself a child of the spirit. She took her place easily, not only in the world of or ga nized being, but in the world of mind. A digniSed sense of self- dependence was given as all her portion, and she found it a sure anchor. Herself securely anchored, her relations with oth- ers were established with equal security. She was fortunate, in a total absence of those charms which might have drawn to her bewildering ^atteries, and of a strong electric nature, which repelled those who did not belong to her, and attracted those who did. With men and women her relations were noble; affectionate without passion, intellectual without coldness. The world was free to her, and she lived freely in it. Outward adversity came, and inward con^ict, but that faith and self- respect had early been awakened, which must always lead at last to an outward serenity, and an inward peace.

Of Miranda I had always thought as an example, that the restraints upon the sex were insuperable only to those who think them so, or who noisily strive to break them. She had taken a course of her own, and no man stood in her way. Many of her acts had been unusual, but excited no uproar. Few helped, but none checked her; and the many men, who knew her mind and her life, showed to her conSdence as to a brother, gentleness as to a sister. And not only reSned, but very coarse men approved one in whom they saw resolution and clearness of design. Her mind was often the leading one, always effective.

When I talked with her upon these matters, and had said very much what I have written, she smilingly replied, And yet we must admit that I have been fortunate, and this should not be. My good father’s early trust gave the Srst bias, and the rest followed of course. It is true that I have had less out- ward aid, in after years, than most women, but that is of little consequence. Religion was early awakened in my soul, a sense that what the soul is capa- ble to ask it must attain, and that, though I might be aided by others, I must depend on myself as the only constant friend. This self- dependence, which was honored in me, is deprecated as a fault in most women. They are taught to learn their rule from without, not to unfold it from within.

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7. Fuller’s own experiences are re^ected in those of “Miranda.”

8. Walk.

This is the fault of man, who is still vain, and wishes to be more impor- tant to woman than by right he should be.

Men have not shown this disposition towards you, I said. No, because the position I early was enabled to take, was one of self-

reliance. And were all women as sure of their wants as I was, the result would be the same. The difSculty is to get them to the point where they shall naturally develop self- respect, the question how it is to be done.

Once I thought that men would help on this state of things more than I do now. I saw so many of them wretched in the connections they had formed in weakness and vanity. They seemed so glad to esteem women whenever they could!

But early I perceived that men never, in any extreme of despair, wished to be women. Where they admired any woman they were inclined to speak of her as above her sex. Silently I observed this, and feared it argued a rooted skepticism, which for ages had been fastening on the heart, and which only an age of miracles could eradicate.

Ever I have been treated with great sincerity; and I look upon it as a most signal instance of this, that an intimate friend of the other sex said in a fervent moment, that I deserved in some star to be a man. Another used as highest praise, in speaking of a character in literature, the words “a manly woman.”

It is well known that of every strong woman they say she has a masculine mind.9

This by no means argues a willing want of generosity towards woman. Man is as generous towards her, as he knows how to be.

Wherever she has herself arisen in national or private history, and nobly shone forth in any ideal of excellence, men have received her, not only will- ingly, but with triumph. Their encomiums indeed are always in some sense mortifying, they show too much surprise.

In every- day life the feelings of the many are stained with vanity. Each wishes to be lord in a little world, to be superior at least over one; and he does not feel strong enough to retain a life- long ascendant over a strong nature. Only a Brutus would rejoice in a Portia. Only Theseus could conquer before he wed the Amazonian Queen. Hercules wished rather to rest from his labors with Dejanira, and received the poisoned robe, as a St guerdon.1 The tale should be interpreted to all those who seek repose with the weak.

But not only is man vain and fond of power, but the same want of devel- opment, which thus affects him morally in the intellect, prevents his dis- cerning the destiny of woman. The boy wants no woman, but only a girl to play ball with him, and mark his pocket handkerchief.

Thus in Schiller’s Dignity of Woman,2 beautiful as the poem is, there is no “grave and perfect man,” but only a great boy to be softened and restrained by the in^uence of girls. Poets, the elder brothers of their race, have usually seen further; but what can you expect of every- day men, if Schiller was not

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9. The 1843 text gives no indication where Fuller means Miranda’s voice to stop, but the 1845 edi- tion makes this sentence Miranda’s last. 1. Reward. Shakespeare portrays the love between the republican- spirited Brutus and Por- tia in Julius Caesar. In Greek myth, Theseus was celebrated for his military heroics, and the justly jealous Dejanira innocently tried to win back

Hercules’ love by sending him a shirt imbued with an ointment given her by Nessus; proffered as a love potion, it was in fact a virulent poison that consumed Hercules’ ^esh. 2. This poem by Friedrich von Schiller (1759– 1805) celebrates women’s ability to constrain or control the passionate striving of men.

more prophetic as to what women must be? Even with Richter3 one foremost thought about a wife was that she would “cook him something good.”

The sexes should not only correspond to and appreciate one another, but prophesy to one another. In individual instances this happens. Two persons love in one another the future good which they aid one another to unfold. This is very imperfectly done as yet in the general life. Man has gone but little way, now he is waiting to see whether woman can keep step with him, but instead of calling out like a good brother; You can do it if you only think so, or imper- sonally; Any one can do what he tries to do, he often discourages with school- boy brag; Girls cant do that, girls cant play ball. But let any one defy their taunts, break through, and be brave and secure, they rend the air with shouts.

No! man is not willingly ungenerous. He wants faith and love, because he is not yet himself an elevated being. He cries with sneering skepticism; Give us a sign. But if the sign appears, his eyes glisten, and he offers not merely approval, but homage.

The severe nation4 which taught that the happiness of the race was for- feited through the fault of a woman, and showed its thought of what sort of regard man owed her, by making him accuse her on the Srst question to his God, who gave her to the patriarch as a handmaid, and, by the Mosaical law, bound her to allegiance like a serf, even they greeted, with solemn rapture, all great and holy women as heroines, prophetesses, nay judges in Israel; and, if they made Eve listen to the serpent, gave Mary to the Holy Spirit. In other nations it has been the same down to our day. To the woman, who could conquer, a triumph was awarded. And not only those whose strength was recommended to the heart by association with goodness and beauty, but those who were bad, if they were steadfast and strong, had their claims allowed. In any age a Semiramis, an Elizabeth of En gland, a Catharine of Rus sia5 makes her place good, whether in a large or small circle.

How has a little wit, a little genius, always been celebrated in a woman! What an intellectual triumph was that of the lonely Aspasia,6 and how heart- ily acknowledged! She, indeed, met a Pericles. But what annalist, the rudest of men, the most plebian of husbands, will spare from his page one of the few anecdotes of Roman women?— Sappho, Eloisa!7 The names are of thread- bare celebrity. The man habitually most narrow towards women will be ^ushed, as by the worst assault on Christianity, if you say it has made no improvement in her condition. Indeed, those most opposed to new acts in her favor are jealous of the reputation of those which have been done.

We will not speak of the enthusiasm excited by actresses, improvisatrici,8 female singers, for here mingles the charm of beauty and grace, but female authors, even learned women, if not insufferably ugly and slovenly, from the Italian professor’s daughter, who taught behind the curtain, down to

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3. Jean Paul Richter (1763– 1825), German nov- elist and tale writer, often portrayed women sympathetically, but his Levana; or, The Doc- trine of Education (1807) is in part a compen- dium of sexist notions. 4. The Jews of the Old Testament. 5. Three powerful women: Semiramis was the legendary found er of Babylon; Elizabeth I (1558– 1603), queen of En gland; Catharine (1762– 1796), empress of Rus sia.

6. Greek (470?– 410 b.c.e.), leader of a literary and philosophical salon; she became the mis- tress of Pericles (495– 429 b.c.e.), the Athenian statesman and general. 7. French abbess (1101– 1164), better known as Heloise, remembered for her romance with (and letters to) Abelard (1079– 1142), French phi los o- pher and theologian. Sappho (7th century b.c.e.), Greek lyric poet. 8. Female improvisers of dance or song.

Mrs. Carter and Madame Dacier,9 are sure of an admiring audience, if they can once get a platform on which to stand.

But how to get this platform, or how to make it of reasonably easy access is the difSculty. Plants of great vigor will almost always struggle into blos- som, despite impediments. But there should be encouragement, and a free, genial atmosphere for those of more timid sort, fair play for each in its own kind. Some are like the little, delicate ^owers, which love to hide in the dripping mosses by the sides of mountain torrents, or in the shade of tall trees. But others require an open Seld, a rich and loosened soil, or they never show their proper hues.

It may be said man does not have his fair play either; his energies are repressed and distorted by the interposition of artiScial obstacles. Aye, but he himself has put them there; they have grown out of his own imperfec- tions. If there is a misfortune in woman’s lot, it is in obstacles being inter- posed by men, which do not mark her state, and if they express her past ignorance, do not her present needs. As every man is of woman born, she has slow but sure means of redress, yet the sooner a general justness of thought makes smooth the path, the better.

Man is of woman born, and her face bends over him in infancy with an expression he can never quite forget. Eminent men have delighted to pay trib- ute to this image, and it is a hacknied observation, that most men of genius boast some remarkable development in the mother. The rudest tar brushes off a tear with his coat- sleeve at the hallowed name. The other day I met a decrepit old man of seventy, on a journey, who challenged the stage- company to guess where he was going. They guessed aright, “To see your mother.” “Yes,” said he, “she is ninety- two, but has good eye- sight still, they say. I’ve not seen her these forty years, and I thought I could not die in peace without.” I should have liked his picture painted as a companion piece to that of a boisterous little boy, whom I saw attempt to declaim at a school exhibition.

“O that those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last.”1

He got but very little way before sudden tears shamed him from the stage. Some gleams of the same expression which shone down upon his infancy,

angelically pure and benign, visit man again with hopes of pure love, of a holy marriage. Or if not before, in the eyes of the mother of his child they again are seen, and dim fancies pass before his mind, that woman may not have been born for him alone, but have come from heaven, a commissioned soul, a messenger of truth and love.

In gleams, in dim fancies, this thought visits the mind of common men. It is soon obscured by the mists of sensuality, the dust of routine, and he thinks it was only some meteor or ignis fatuus2 that shone. But, as a Rosi- crucian lamp, it burns unwearied,3 though condemned to the solitude of

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9. Anne LeFèvre Dacier (1654– 1720), French scholar and translator of the classics. The Italian professor’s daughter, if a historical person, is unidentiSed. Elizabeth Carter (1717– 1806), En glish poet and translator. 1. From “On the Receipt of My Mother’s Picture,” by the En glish poet William Cowper (1731– 1800). 2. False Sre (Latin); term used to describe the

Sery light seen over marshlands after sunset, attributable to decomposing matter. The term has come to refer to deceptive hopes or perceptions. 3. The ever- burning lamp is one of the rumored practices of the Rosicrucians, esoteric religious order supposedly founded in the 15th century and especially active in the 17th and 18th centuries.

4. In Egyptian mythology, the goddess of fertility. “The Ramayana”: In the Life of Rama, one of the two great national epic poems of India, written in Sanskrit c. 300 b.c.e., the god Rama wins Sita, the daughter of King Janaka, and rescues her after she is kidnapped. 5. The goddess of agriculture and her daughter, the goddess of the underworld, respectively. 6. Roman goddesses of the hunt, wisdom and the arts, and the home. 7. The “ideal” women are all from Greek mythol- ogy. Cassandra was the prophetess of Troy, whose fate it was to be disbelieved. Iphigenia was the daughter of Agamemnon, destined by her father for sacriSce but rescued by the goddess Artemis. Antigone was a Theban princess executed

because she buried her brother’s corpse against the orders of her uncle. Macaria was the daughter of Hercules, who sacriSced herself to save Ath- ens. Fuller knew not only the original Greek epics and dramas in translation but also such German reworkings of Greek myth as Goethe’s play Iphige- nia (1786). 8. In Greek mythology, the nine sisters, daugh- ters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, each of whom presided over a different art or science. “Sibyl- line priestesses”: the votaries of Apollo who conveyed the god’s messages to the oracle at Delphos. 9. In statuary, as in the second- century b.c.e. Greek marble sculpture The Winged Victory of Samothrace.

tombs. And, to its permanent life, as to every truth, each age has, in some form, borne witness. For the truths, which visit the minds of careless men only in Stful gleams, shine with radiant clearness into those of the poet, the priest, and the artist.

What ever may have been the domestic manners of the ancient nations, the idea of women was nobly manifested in their mythologies and poems, where she appeared as Sita in the Ramayana, a form of tender purity, in the Egyptian Isis,4 of divine wisdom never yet surpassed. In Egypt, too, the Sphynx, walking the earth with lion tread, looked out upon its marvels in the calm, inscrutable beauty of a virgin’s face, and the Greek could only add wings to the great emblem. In Greece, Ceres and Proserpine,5 signiScantly termed “the great goddesses,” were seen seated, side by side. They needed not to rise for any worshipper or any change; they were prepared for all things, as those initiated to their mysteries knew. More obvious is the mean- ing of those three forms, the Diana, Minerva, and Vesta.6 Unlike in the expression of their beauty, but alike in this,— that each was self- sufScing. Other forms were only accessories and illustrations, none the complement to one like these. Another might indeed be the companion, and the Apollo and Diana set off one another’s beauty. Of the Vesta, it is to be observed, that not only deep- eyed deep- discerning Greece, but ruder Rome, who rep- resents the only form of good man (the always busy warrior) that could be indifferent to woman, conSded the permanence of its glory to a tutelary god- dess, and her wisest legislator spoke of Meditation as a nymph.

In Sparta, thought, in this respect as all others, was expressed in the char- acters of real life, and the women of Sparta were as much Spartans as the men. The Citoyen, Citoyenne, of France, was here actualized. Was not the calm equality they enjoyed well worth the honors of chivalry? They intelli- gently shared the ideal life of their nation.

Generally, we are told of these nations, that women occupied there a very subordinate position in actual life. It is difScult to believe this, when we see such range and dignity of thought on the subject in the mythologies, and Snd the poets producing such ideals as Cassandra, Iphigenia, Antigone, Macaria,7 (though it is not unlike our own day, that men should revere those heroines of their great princely houses at theatres from which their women were excluded,) where Sibylline priestesses told the oracle of the highest god, and he could not be content to reign with a court of less than nine Muses.8 Even Victory wore a female form.9

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But what ever were the facts of daily life, I cannot complain of the age and nation, which represents its thought by such a symbol as I see before me at this moment. It is a zodiac of the busts of gods and goddesses, arranged in pairs. The circle breathes the music of a heavenly order. Male and female heads are distinct in expression, but equal in beauty, strength, and calmness. Each male head is that of a brother and a king, each female of a sister and a queen. Could the thought, thus expressed, be lived out, there would be noth- ing more to be desired. There would be unison in variety, congeniality in dif- ference.

Coming nearer our own time, we Snd religion and poetry no less true in their revelations. The rude man, but just disengaged from the sod, the Adam, accuses woman to his God, and rec ords her disgrace to their posterity. He is not ashamed to write that he could be drawn from heaven by one beneath him. But in the same nation, educated by time, instructed by successive prophets, we Snd woman in as high a position as she has ever occupied. And no Sgure, that has ever arisen to greet our eyes, has been received with more fervent reverence than that of the Madonna. Heine calls her the Dame du Comptoir1 of the Catholic Church, and this jeer well expresses a serious truth.

And not only this holy and signiScant image was worshipped by the pil- grim, and the favorite subject of the artist, but it exercised an immediate in^uence on the destiny of the sex. The empresses, who embraced the cross, converted sons and husbands.2 Whole calendars of female saints, heroic dames of chivalry, binding the emblem of faith on the heart of the best beloved, and wasting the bloom of youth in separation and loneliness, for the sake of duties they thought it religion to assume, with innumerable forms of poesy, trace their lineage to this one. Nor, however imperfect may be the action, in our day, of the faith thus expressed, and though we can scarcely think it nearer this ideal than that of India or Greece was near their ideal, is it in vain that the truth has been recognized, that woman is not only a part of man, bone of his bone and ^esh of his ^esh, born that men might not be lonely, but in themselves possessors of and possessed by immortal souls. This truth undoubtedly received a greater outward stability from the belief of the church, that the earthly parent of the Saviour of souls was a woman.

The Assumption of the Virgin, as painted by sublime artists, Petrarch’s3 Hymn to the Madonna, cannot have spoken to the world wholly without result, yet oftentimes those who had ears heard not.

Thus, the Idea of woman has not failed to be often and forcibly repre- sented. So many instances throng on the mind, that we must stop here, lest the cata logue be swelled beyond the reader’s patience.

Neither can she complain that she has not had her share of power. This, in all ranks of society, except the lowest, has been hers to the extent that vanity could crave, far beyond what wisdom would accept. In the very lowest, where man, pressed by poverty, sees in women only the partner of toils and cares, and cannot hope, scarcely has an idea of a comfortable home, he maltreats her, often, and is less in^uenced by her. In all ranks, those who are amiable

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1. “Lady Chancellor of the Exchequer” or “Lady of the Counting- House” (French). Heinrich Heine (1797– 1856), German lyric poet and satirist. 2. An allusion to Helena (c. 248– 328), mother of the emperor Constantine the Great of Rome

and reputed discoverer of Jesus’s cross. 3. Francesco Petrarca (1304– 1374), Italian lyric poet. “Assumption”: the act of being taken up bodily into heaven. Catholic doctrine ascribes this fate to Mary, the mother of Jesus.

and uncomplaining, suffer much. They suffer long, and are kind; verily they have their reward.4 But wherever man is sufSciently raised above extreme poverty, or brutal stupidity, to care for the comforts of the Sreside, or the bloom and ornament of life, woman has always power enough, if she choose to exert it, and is usually disposed to do so in proportion to her ignorance and childish vanity. Unacquainted with the importance of life and its pur- poses, trained to a selSsh coquetry and love of petty power, she does not look beyond the plea sure of making herself felt at the moment, and governments are shaken and commerce broken up to gratify the pique of a female favorite. The En glish shop keep er’s wife does not vote, but it is for her interest that the politician canvasses by the coarsest ^attery. France suffers no woman on her throne, but her proud nobles kiss the dust at the feet of Pompadour and Dubarry, for such ^are in the lighted foreground where a Roland would mod- estly aid in the closet.5 Spain shuts up her women in the care of duennas, and allows them no book but the Breviary;6 but the ruin follows only the more surely from the worthless favorite of a worthless queen.

It is not the transient breath of poetic incense, that women want; each can receive that from a lover. It is not life- long sway; it needs but to become a coquette, a shrew, or a good cook to be sure of that. It is not money, nor noto- riety, nor the badges of authority, that men have appropriated to themselves. If demands made in their behalf lay stress on any of these particulars, those who make them have not searched deeply into the need. It is for that which at once includes all these and precludes them; which would not be forbidden power, lest there be temptation to steal and misuse it; which would not have the mind perverted by ^attery from a worthiness of esteem. It is for that which is the birthright of every being capable to receive it,— the freedom, the religious, the intelligent freedom of the universe, to use its means, to learn its secret as far as nature has enabled them, with God alone for their guide and their judge.

Ye cannot believe it, men; but the only reason why women ever assume what is more appropriate to you, is because you prevent them from Snding out what is St for themselves. Were they free, were they wise fully to develop the strength and beauty of women, they would never wish to be men, or manlike. The well- instructed moon ^ies not from her orbit to seize on the glories of her partner. No; for she knows that one law rules, one heaven con- tains, one universe replies to them alike. It is with women as with the slave.

“Vor dem Sklaven, wenn er die Kette bricht, Vor dem freien Menschen erzittert nicht.”7

Tremble not before the free man, but before the slave who has chains to break.

In slavery, acknowledged slavery, women are on a par with men. Each is a work- tool, an article of property,— no more! In perfect freedom, such as is

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4. A distillation of parts of the Sermon on the Mount, especially Matthew 5.3– 12. 5. Small private room. Jeanne Antoinette Pois- son, Marquise de Pompadour (1721– 1764), mis- tress of Louis XV of France. Marie Jeanne Bécu, Comtesse du Barry (1743– 1793), last mistress of Louis XV, executed during the revolution. Marie Jeanne Roland (1754– 1793), Jacobin wife of Jean Marie Roland (1734– 1793), who killed himself

after learning she had been guillotined. 6. Book containing hymns, ofSces, and prayers for the canonical hours (hours at which prayers are to be recited). “Duennas”: el der ly governesses and chaperones to the daughters of Spanish or Portuguese families. 7. From “Words of Faith” (1798) by Friedrich von Schiller.

painted in Olympus, in Swedenborg’s angelic state,8 in the heaven where there is no marrying nor giving in marriage,9 each is a puriSed intelligence, an enfranchised soul,— no less!

Jene himmlische Gestalten Sie fragen nicht nach Mann und Weib, Und keine Kleider, keine Falten Umgeben den verklärten Leib.1

The child who sang this was a prophetic form, expressive of the longing for a state of perfect freedom, pure love. She could not remain here, but was transplanted to another air. And it may be that the air of this earth will never be so tempered, that such can bear it long. But, while they stay, they must bear testimony to the truth they are constituted to demand.

That an era approaches which shall approximate nearer to such a temper than any has yet done, there are many tokens, indeed so many that only a few of the most prominent can here be enumerated.

The reigns of Elizabeth of En gland and Isabella of Castile foreboded this era.2 They expressed the beginning of the new state, while they forwarded its progress. These were strong characters, and in harmony with the wants of their time. One showed that this strength did not unSt a woman for the duties of a wife and mother; the other, that it could enable her to live and die alone. Elizabeth is certainly no pleasing example. In rising above the weak- ness, she did not lay aside the weaknesses ascribed to her sex; but her strength must be respected now, as it was in her own time.

We may accept it as an omen for ourselves, that it was Isabella who fur- nished Columbus with the means of coming hither. This land must pay back its debt to woman, without whose aid it would not have been brought into alliance with the civilized world.

The in^uence of Elizabeth on literature was real, though, by sympathy with its Sner productions, she was no more entitled to give name to an era than Queen Anne.3 It was simply that the fact of having a female sovereign on the throne affected the course of a writer’s thoughts. In this sense, the presence of a woman on the throne always makes its mark. Life is lived before the eyes of all men, and their imaginations are stimulated as to the possibilities of woman. “We will die for our King, Maria Theresa,”4 cry the wild warriors, clashing their swords, and the sounds vibrate through the poems of that generation. The range of female character in Spenser alone might content us for one period. Britomart and Belphoebe have as much room in the canvass as Florimel; and where this is the case, the haughtiest Amazon will not murmur that Una5 should be felt to be the highest type.

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8. In the Heaven and Hell by Emanuel Sweden- borg (1688– 1772), Swedish statesman and mystic. 9. Jesus’s words to the Sadducees: “For in the resurrection they neither marry, nor are given in marriage, but are as the angels of God in heaven” (Matthew 22.30). 1. In Goethe’s Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship (1796), Mignon’s song just before her death: “Yonder heavenly forms / They ask not whether one be man or woman, / And no garments, no

folds / Enclose the transSgured body.” 2. 1558– 1603 and 1474– 1504, respectively. 3. Queen of En gland (1702– 14). 4. Maria Theresa (1717– 1780), queen of Hun- gary and Bohemia, wife of the emperor Francis I. 5. From Spenser’s The Faerie Queene (1590). Britomart is the lady knight representing chastity. Belphoebe is the huntress who ^atteringly resem- bles Queen Elizabeth. Florimel is a witch. Una is the personiScation of Truth.

Unlike as was the En glish Queen to a fairy queen, we may yet conceive that it was the image of a queen before the poet’s mind, that called up this splendid court of women.

Shakespeare’s range is also great, but he has left out the heroic charac- ters, such as the Macaria of Greece,6 the Britomart of Spenser. Ford and Massinger7 have, in this respect, shown a higher ^ight of feeling than he. It was the holy and heroic woman they most loved, and if they could not paint an Imogen, a Desdemona, a Rosalind,8 yet in those of a stronger mould, they showed a higher ideal, though with so much less poetic power to rep- resent it, than we see in Portia or Isabella.9 The simple truth of Cordelia,1 indeed, is of this sort. The beauty of Cordelia is neither male nor female: it is the beauty of virtue.

The ideal of love and marriage rose high in the mind of all the Christian nations who were capable of grave and deep feeling. We may take as exam- ples of its En glish aspect, the lines,

“I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.”2

The address of the Commonwealth’s man to his wife as she looked out from the Tower window to see him for the last time on his way to execution. “He stood up in the cart, waved his hat, and cried, “To Heaven, my love, to Heaven! and leave you in the storm!’ ”

Such was the love of faith and honor, a love which stopped, like Col o nel Hutchinson’s, “on this side idolatry,”3 because it was religious. The meeting of two such souls Donne describes as giving birth to an “abler soul.”4

Lord Herbert wrote to his love,

“Were not our souls immortal made, Our equal loves can make them such.”5

In Spain the same thought is arrayed in a sublimity, which belongs to the somber and passionate genius of the nation. Calderon’s Justina resists all the temptation of the Demon, and raises her lover with her above the sweet lures of mere temporal happiness.6 Their marriage is vowed at the stake, their souls are liberated together by the martyr ^ame into “a purer state of sensation and existence.”

In Italy, the great poets wove into their lives an ideal love which answered to the highest wants. It included those of the intellect and the affections, for it was a love of spirit for spirit. It was not ascetic and superhuman, but

6. The self- sacriScing daughter of Hercules. 7. John Ford (1586– 1640) and Philip Massinger (1583– 1640), En glish playwrights. 8. The gay, self- reliant heroine of As You Like It. Imogen is the gallant heroine of Cymbeline, a much- abused but forgiving wife. Desdemona is the innocent, loyal wife in Othello. 9. The chaste heroine of Mea sure for Mea sure, an acute reasoner and forceful speaker, like the Por- tia of Merchant of Venice. Portia is either the ideal Roman wife in Julius Caesar or the resourceful heiress in Merchant of Venice. 1. The honest, loving daughter in King Lear. 2. From “To Lucasta, Going to the Wars,” by the En glish poet Richard Lovelace (1618– 1657). 3. In his posthumously published Timber, Ben

Jonson (1572– 1637) says of Shakespeare: “I loved the man, and do honor his memory (on this side idolatry) as much as any.” Col o nel John Hutchin- son (1615– 1664), a pro- Commonwealth man dur- ing the En glish Civil War, whose widow, Lucy, wrote in his Memoirs of their mutual devotion. 4. In John Donne’s “The Ecstasy,” line 43. 5. Edward, Lord Herbert of Cherbury (1583– 1648), “An Ode upon a Question Moved Whether Love Should Continue for Ever.” 6. In El Mágico Prodigioso (The Mighty Magician) by Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600– 1681), Jus- tina, daughter of an aged Christian in Antioch during Rome’s persecution of the new sect, saves herself from Lucifer by a powerful appeal to Jesus.

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interpreting all things, gave their proper beauty to details of the common life, the common day; the poet spoke of his love not as a ^ower to place in his bosom, or hold carelessly in his hand, but as a light towards which he must Snd wings to ^y, or “a stair to heaven.” He delighted to speak of her not only as the bride of his heart, but the mother of his soul, for he saw that, in cases where the right direction has been taken, the greater delicacy of her frame, and stillness of her life, left her more open to spiritual in^ux than man is. So he did not look upon her as betwixt him and earth, to serve his temporal needs, but rather betwixt him and heaven, to purify his affec- tions and lead him to wisdom through her pure love. He sought in her not so much the Eve as the Madonna.

In these minds the thought, which glitters in all the legends of chivalry, shines in broad intellectual effulgence, not to be misinterpreted. And their thought is reverenced by the world, though it lies so far from them as yet, so far, that it seems as though a gulf of Death lay between.

Even with such men the practice was often widely different from the mental faith. I say mental, for if the heart were thoroughly alive with it, the practice could not be dissonant. Lord Herbert’s was a marriage of conven- tion, made for him at Sfteen;7 he was not discontented with it, but looked only to the advantages it brought of perpetuating his family on the basis of a great fortune. He paid, in act, what he considered a dutiful attention to the bond; his thoughts travelled elsewhere, and, while forming a high ideal of the companionship of minds in marriage, he seems never to have doubted that its realization must be postponed to some other stage of being. Dante, almost immediately after the death of Beatrice,8 married a lady chosen for him by his friends.

Centuries have passed since, but civilized Eu rope is still in a transition state about marriage, not only in practice, but in thought. A great majority of societies and individuals are still doubtful whether earthly marriage is to be a union of souls, or merely a contract of con ve nience and utility. Were woman established in the rights of an immortal being, this could not be. She would not in some countries be given away by her father, with scarcely more respect for her own feelings than is shown by the Indian chief, who sells his daughter for a horse, and beats her if she runs away from her new home. Nor, in societies where her choice is left free, would she be perverted, by the current of opinion that seizes her, into the belief that she must marry, if it be only to Snd a protector, and a home of her own.

Neither would man, if he thought that the connection was of permanent importance, enter upon it so lightly. He would not deem it a tri^e, that he was to enter into the closest relations with another soul, which, if not eter- nal in themselves, must eternally affect his growth.

Neither, did he believe woman capable of friendship, would he, by rash haste, lose the chance of Snding a friend in the person who might, probably, live half a century by his side. Did love to his mind partake of inSnity, he would not miss his chance of its revelations, that he might the sooner rest from his weariness by a bright Sreside, and have a sweet and graceful atten-

7. He was married in 1599, when he was around sixteen. 8. Beatrice Portinari (1266– 1290), a Florentine whom the poet Dante Alighieri (1265– 1321) loved

at Srst sight in childhood and used as the inspi- ration for New Life and later portrayed as his guide through Paradise in the Divine Comedy.

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dant, “devoted to him alone.” Were he a step higher, he would not carelessly enter into a relation, where he might not be able to do the duty of a friend, as well as a protector from external ill, to the other party, and have a being in his power pining for sympathy, intelligence, and aid, that he could not give.

Where the thought of equality has become pervasive, it shows itself in four kinds.

The house hold partnership. In our country the woman looks for a “smart but kind” husband, the man for a “capable, sweet tempered” wife.

The man furnishes the house, the woman regulates it. Their relation is one of mutual esteem, mutual dependence. Their talk is of business, their affection shows itself by practical kindness. They know that life goes more smoothly and cheerfully to each for the other’s aid; they are grateful and content. The wife praises her husband as a “good provider,” the husband in return compliments her as a “capital house keeper.” This relation is good as far as it goes.

Next comes a closer tie which takes the two forms, either of intellectual companionship, or mutual idolatry. The last, we suppose, is to no one a pleas- ing subject of contemplation. The parties weaken and narrow one another; they lock the gate against all the glories of the universe that they may live in a cell together. To themselves they seem the only wise, to all others steeped in infatuation, the gods smile as they look forward to the crisis of cure, to men the woman seems an unlovely syren, to women the man an effeminate boy.

The other form, of intellectual companionship, has become more and more frequent. Men engaged in public life, literary men, and artists have often found in their wives companions and conSdants in thought no less than in feeling. And, as in the course of things the intellectual development of woman has spread wider and risen higher, they have, not unfrequently, shared the same employment. As in the case of Roland and his wife, who were friends in the house hold and the nation’s councils, read together, regu- lated home affairs, or prepared public documents together indifferently.

It is very pleasant, in letters begun by Roland and Snished by his wife, to see the harmony of mind and the difference of nature, one thought, but various ways of treating it.

This is one of the best instances of a marriage of friendship. It was only friendship, whose basis was esteem; probably neither party knew love, except by name.

Roland was a good man, worthy to esteem and be esteemed, his wife as deserving of admiration as able to do without it. Madame Roland is the fair- est specimen we have yet of her class, as clear to discern her aim, as valiant to pursue it, as Spenser’s Britomart,9 austerely set apart from all that did not belong to her, whether as woman or as mind. She is an antetype of a class to which the coming time will afford a Seld, the Spartan1 matron, brought by the culture of a book- furnishing age to intellectual consciousness and expansion.

Self- sufScing strength and clear- sightedness were in her combined with a power of deep and calm affection. The page of her life is one of unsullied dignity.

9. In Spenser’s The Fairie Queene, the female knight Britomart represents chastity.

1. Resembling the ancient Greeks known for their austerity and military valor.

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Her appeal to posterity is one against the injustice of those who commit- ted such crimes in the name of liberty. She makes it in behalf of herself and her husband. I would put beside it on the shelf a little volume, containing a similar appeal from the verdict of contemporaries to that of mankind, that of Godwin in behalf of his wife, the celebrated, the by most men detested Mary Wolstonecraft.2 In his view it was an appeal from the injustice of those who did such wrong in the name of virtue.

Were this little book interesting for no other cause, it would be so for the generous affection evinced under the peculiar circumstances. This man had courage to love and honor this woman in the face of the world’s verdict, and of all that was repulsive in her own past history. He believed he saw of what soul she was, and that the thoughts she had struggled to act out were noble. He loved her and he defended her for the meaning and intensity of her inner life. It was a good fact.

Mary Wolstonecraft, like Madame Dudevant3 (commonly known as George Sand) in our day, was a woman whose existence better proved the need of some new interpretation of woman’s rights, than anything she wrote. Such women as these, rich in genius, of most tender sympathies, and capable of high virtue and a chastened harmony, ought not to Snd themselves by birth in a place so narrow, that in breaking bonds they become outlaws. Were there as much room in the world for such, as in Spenser’s poem for Britomart, they would not run their heads so wildly against its laws. They Snd their way at last to purer air, but the world will not take off the brand it has set upon them. The champion of the rights of woman found in Godwin one who pleads her own cause like a brother. George Sand smokes, wears male attire, wishes to be addressed as Mon frère;4 perhaps, if she found those who were as brothers indeed, she would not care whether she were brother or sister.

We rejoice to see that she, who expresses such a painful contempt for men in most of her works, as shows she must have known great wrong from them, in La Roche Mauprat5 depicting one raised, by the workings of love, from the depths of savage sensualism to a moral and intellectual life. It was love for a pure object, for a steadfast woman, one of those who, the Italian said, could make the stair to heaven.

Women like Sand will speak now, and cannot be silenced; their charac- ters and their eloquence alike foretell an era when such as they shall easier learn to lead true lives. But though such forebode, not such shall be the parents of it. Those who would reform the world must show that they do not speak in the heat of wild impulse; their lives must be unstained by passion- ate error; they must be severe lawgivers to themselves. As to their transgres- sions and opinions, it may be observed, that the resolve of Eloisa to be only the mistress of Abelard, was that of one who saw the contract of marriage a seal of degradation.6 Wherever abuses of this sort are seen, the timid will suffer, the bold protest. But society is in the right to outlaw them till she

2. Memoirs of the Author of “A Vindication of the Rights of Woman” (1798) by the En glish author William Godwin (1756– 1836). Mary Wollstone- craft (1759– 1797) married Godwin shortly before her death in childbirth. 3. Amandine Aurore Lucile Dudevant (1804– 1876), French Romantic novelist who adopted a male pen name, wore male clothing, and had a

succession of male lovers. 4. Old friend and colleague (French); literally, “my brother.” 5. An 1837 drama by George Sand. 6. In her famous letters written in the 12th century, Eloisa, or Heloise, steadfastly refused to marry Abe- lard, because marriage would force him to give up his teaching of theology within the Church.

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has revised her law, and she must be taught to do so, by one who speaks with authority, not in anger and haste.

If Godwin’s choice of the calumniated authoress of the “Rights of Woman,” for his honored wife, be a sign of a new era, no less so is an article of great learning and eloquence, published several years since in an En glish review, where the writer, in doing full justice to Eloisa, shows his bitter regret that she lives not now to love him, who might have known better how to prize her love than did the egotistical Abelard.

These marriages, these characters, with all their imperfections, express an onward tendency. They speak of aspiration of soul, of energy of mind, seeking clearness and freedom. Of a like promise are the tracts now pub- lishing by Goodwyn Barmby7 (the Eu ro pe an Pariah as he calls himself) and his wife Catharine. What ever we may think of their mea sures, we see them in wedlock, the two minds are wed by the only contract that can perma- nently avail, of a common faith, and a common purpose.

We might mention instances, nearer home, of minds, partners in work and in life, sharing together, on equal terms, public and private interests, and which have not on any side that aspect of offence which characterizes the attitude of the last named; persons who steer straight onward, and in our freer life have not been obliged to run their heads against any wall. But the principles which guide them might, under petriSed or oppressive insti- tutions, have made them warlike, paradoxical, or, in some sense, Pariahs. The phenomenon is different, the last the same, in all these cases. Men and women have been obliged to build their house from the very foundation. If they found stone ready in the quarry, they took it peaceably, otherwise they alarmed the country by pulling down old towers to get materials.

These are all instances of marriage as intellectual companionship. The parties meet mind to mind, and a mutual trust is excited which can buckler them against a million. They work together for a common purpose, and, in all these instances, with the same implement, the pen.

A pleasing expression in this kind is afforded by the union in the names of the Howitts.8 William and Mary Howitt we heard named together for years, supposing them to be brother and sister; the equality of labors and reputa- tion, even so, was auspicious, more so, now we Snd them man and wife. In his late work on Germany, Howitt mentions his wife with pride, as one among the constellation of distinguished En glish women, and in a graceful, simple manner.

In naming these instances we do not mean to imply that community of employment is an essential to union of this sort, more than to the union of friendship. Harmony exists no less in difference than in likeness, if only the same key- note govern both parts. Woman the poem, man the poet; woman the heart, man the head; such divisions are only important when they are never to be transcended. If nature is never bound down, nor the voice of inspiration sti^ed, that is enough. We are pleased that women should write and speak, if they feel the need of it, from having something to tell; but silence for a hundred years would be as well, if that silence be from divine command, and not from man’s tradition.

7. En glish publisher (1820– 1881) of socialist tracts who founded the London Communist Pro- paganda Society in 1841.

8. William Howitt (1792– 1879) and Mary How- itt (1799– 1888), proliSc British authors and translators.

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While Goetz von Berlichingen9 rides to battle, his wife is busy in the kitchen; but difference of occupation does not prevent that community of life, that perfect esteem, with which he says,

“Whom God loves, to him gives he such a wife!”

Manzoni thus dedicates his Adelchi.1

“To his beloved and venerated wife, Enrichetta Luigia Blondel, who, with conjugal affections and maternal wisdom, has preserved a virgin mind, the author dedicates this Adelchi, grieving that he could not, by a more splendid and more durable monument, honor the dear name and the memory of so many virtues.”

The relation could not be fairer, nor more equal, if she too had written poems. Yet the position of the parties might have been the reverse as well; the woman might have sung the deeds, given voice to the life of the man, and beauty would have been the result, as we see in pictures of Arcadia2 the nymph singing to the shepherds, or the shepherd with his pipe allures the nymphs, either makes a good picture. The sounding lyre requires not mus- cular strength, but energy of soul to animate the hand which can control it. Nature seems to delight in varying her arrangements, as if to show that she will be fettered by no rule, and we must admit the same varieties that she admits.

I have not spoken of the higher grade of marriage union, the religious, which may be expressed as pilgrimage towards a common shrine. This includes the others; home sympathies, and house hold wisdom, for these pilgrims must know how to assist one another to carry their burdens along the dusty way; intellectual communion, for how sad it would be on such a journey to have a companion to whom you could not communicate thoughts and aspirations, as they sprang to life, who would have no feeling for the more and more glorious prospects that open as we advance, who would never see the ^owers that may be gathered by the most industrious traveler. It must include all these. Such a fellow pilgrim Count Zinzendorf3 seems to have found in his countess of whom he thus writes:

“Twenty- Sve years’ experience has shown me that just the help- mate whom I have is the only one that could suit my vocation, Who else could have so carried through my family affairs? Who lived so spotlessly before the world? Who so wisely aided me in my rejection of a dry morality? Who so clearly set aside the Pharisaism4 which, as years passed, threat- ened to creep in among us? Who so deeply discerned as to the spirits of delusion which sought to bewilder us? Who would have governed my whole economy so wisely, richly, and hospitably when circumstances commanded? Who have taken indifferently the part of servant or mis-

9. German knight (1481– 1562), a sort of Robin Hood, familiar to Fuller from Goethe’s play Göetz von Berlichingen (1773). 1. A tragedy (1822) by Alessandro Manzoni (1785– 1873), Italian writer. 2. Pastoral district of the Peloponnesus in Greece, symbolic of rustic simplicity and contentment. 3. Nikolas Ludwig, Count von Zinzendorf (1700– 1760), German leader of the Moravian Church, or

the Bohemian Brethren, a Catholic heretical group founded in Bohemia around 1722, in^uen- tial both in Eu rope and in the Moravian settle- ments in the American colonies, which he visited. 4. Self- righteous hypocrisy, from the Jewish sect whom Jesus condemned as whitened sepulchres (Matthew 23.27), “which indeed appear beauti- ful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and of all uncleanness.”

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tress, without on the one side affecting an especial spirituality, on the other being sullied by any worldly pride? Who, in a community where all ranks are eager to be on a level, would, from wise and real causes, have known how to maintain inward and outward distinctions? Who, without a murmur, have seen her husband encounter such dangers by land and sea? Who undertaken with him and sustained such astonishing pilgrim- ages? Who amid such difSculties always held up her head, and supported me? Who found so many hundred thousands and acquitted them on her own credit? And, Snally, who, of all human beings, would so well under- stand and interpret to others my inner and outer being as this one, of such nobleness in her way of thinking, such great intellectual capacity, and free from the theological perplexities that enveloped me?”

An observer5 adds this testimony.

“We may in many marriages regard it as the best arrangement, if the man has so much advantage over his wife that she can, without much thought of her own, be, by him, led and directed, as by a father. But it was not so with the Count and his consort. She was not made to be a copy; she was an original; and, while she loved and honored him, she thought for herself on all subjects with so much intelligence, that he could and did look on her as a sister and friend also.”

Such a woman is the sister and friend of all beings, as the worthy man is their brother and helper.

Another sign of the time is furnished by the triumphs of female author- ship. These have been great and constantly increasing. They have taken pos- session of so many provinces for which men had pronounced them unSt, that though these still declare there are some inaccessible to them, it is dif- Scult to say just where they must stop.

The shining names of famous women have cast light upon the path of the sex, and many obstructions have been removed. When a Montague6 could learn better than her brother, and use her lore to such purpose afterwards as an observer, it seemed amiss to hinder women from preparing themselves to see, or from seeing all they could when prepared. Since Somerville7 has achieved so much, will any young girl be prevented from attaining a knowl- edge of the physical sciences, if she wishes it? De Staël’s8 name was not so clear of offence; she could not forget the woman in the thought; while she was instructing you as a mind, she wished to be admired as a woman. Senti- mental tears often dimmed the ea gle glance. Her intellect, too, with all its splendor, trained in a drawing room, fed on ^attery, was tainted and ^awed; yet its beams made the obscurest school house in New En gland warmer and lighter to the little rugged9 girls, who are gathered together on its wooden bench. They may never through life hear her name, but she is not the less their benefactress.

5. Spangenberg [Fuller’s note]. August Gotlieb Spangenberg (1704– 1792), successor to Count von Zinzendorf. See p. 748, n. 3. 6. Lady Mary Wortley Montagu (1689– 1762), famous as a letter writer.

7. Mary Somerville (1789– 1872), British scien- tiSc writer. 8. Madame de Staël (1766– 1817), French author and critic, famous for her literary- political salons. 9. Tough, uncouth.

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This in^uence has been such that the aim certainly is, how, in arranging school instruction for girls, to give them as fair a Seld as boys. These arrange- ments are made as yet with little judgment or intelligence, just as the tutors of Jane Grey,1 and the other famous women of her time, taught them Latin and Greek, because they knew nothing else themselves, so now the improve- ment in the education of girls is made by giving them gentlemen as teachers, who only teach what has been taught themselves at college, while methods and topics need revision for those new cases, which could better be made by those who had experienced the same wants. Women are often at the head of these institutions, but they have as yet seldom been thinking women, capa- ble to or ga nize a new whole for the wants of the time, and choose persons to ofSciate in the departments. And when some portion of education is got of a good sort from the school, the tone of society, the much larger proportion received from the world, contradicts its purport. Yet books have not been furnished, and a little elementary instruction been given in vain. Women are better aware how large and rich the universe is, not so easily blinded by the narrowness and partial view of a home circle.

Whether much or little has or will be done, whether women will add to the talent of narration, the power of systematizing, whether they will carve marble as well as draw, is not important. But that it should be acknowl- edged that they have intellect which needs developing, that they should be considered complete, if beings of affection and habit alone, is important.

Yet even this ac know ledg ment, rather obtained by woman than proffered by man, has been sullied by the usual selSshness. So much is said of women being better educated that they may be better companions and mothers of men! They should be St for such companionship, and we have mentioned with satisfaction instances where it has been established. Earth knows no fairer, holier relation than that of a mother. But a being of inSnite scope must not be treated with an exclusive view to any one relation. Give the soul free course, let the or ga ni za tion be freely developed, and the being will be St for any and every relation to which it may be called. The intellect, no more than the sense of hearing, is to be cultivated, that she may be a more valuable companion to man, but because the Power who gave a power by its mere existence signiSes that it must be brought out towards perfection.

In this regard, of self- dependence and a greater simplicity and fulness of being, we must hail as a preliminary the increase of the class contemptu- ously designated as old maids.

We cannot wonder at the aversion with which old bachelors and old maids have been regarded. Marriage is the natural means of forming a sphere, of taking root on the earth: it requires more strength to do this without such an opening, very many have failed to this, and their imperfec- tions have been in every one’s way. They have been more partial, more harsh, more ofScious and impertinent than others. Those, who have a com- plete experience of the human instincts, have a distrust as to whether they can be thoroughly human and humane, such as is hinted at in the saying,

1. Lady Jane Grey (1537– 1554), married by her family to Guildford Dudley and proclaimed queen of En gland in 1553 on the death of Edward VI,

was captured and executed when Mary Tudor established her own succession.

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“Old maids’ and bachelors’ children are well cared for,” which derides at once their ignorance and their presumption.

Yet the business of society has become so complex, that it could now scarcely be carried on without the presence of these despised auxiliaries, and detachments from the army of aunts and uncles are wanted to stop gaps in every hedge. They rove about, mental and moral Ishmaelites,2 pitching their tents amid the Sxed and ornamented habitations of men.

They thus gain a wider, if not so deep, experience. They are not so intimate with others, but thrown more upon themselves, and if they do not there Snd peace and incessant life, there is none to ^atter them that they are not very poor and very mean.

A position, which so constantly admonishes, may be of inestimable ben- eSt. The person may gain, undistracted by other relationships, a closer communion with the One. Such a use is made of it by Saints and sibyls. Or she may be one of the lay sisters of charity, or more humbly only the useful drudge of all men, or the intellectual interpreter of the varied life she sees.

Or she may combine all these. Not “needing to care that she may please a husband,” a frail and limited being, all her thoughts may turn to the centre, and by steadfast contemplation enter into the secret of truth and love, use it for the use of men, instead of a chosen few, and interpret through it all the forms of life.

Saints and geniuses have often chosen a lonely position, in the faith that, if undisturbed by the pressure of near ties they could give themselves up to the inspiring spirit, it would enable them to understand and reproduce life better than actual experience could.

How many old maids take this high stand, we cannot say; it is an unhappy fact that too many of those who come before the eyes are gossips rather, and not always good- natured gossips. But, if these abuse, and none make the best of their vocation, yet, it has not failed to produce some good fruit. It has been seen by others, if not by themselves, that beings likely to be left alone need to be fortiSed and furnished within themselves, and education and thought have tended more and more to regard beings as related to abso- lute Being, as well as to other men. It has been seen that as the loss of no bond ought to destroy a human being, so ought the missing of none to hin- der him from growing. And thus a circumstance of the time has helped to put woman on the true platform. Perhaps the next generation will look deeper into this matter, and Snd that contempt is put on old maids, or old women at all, merely because they do not use the elixir which will keep the soul always young. No one thinks of Michael Angelo’s Persican Sibyl, or St. Theresa, or Tasso’s Leonora, or the Greek Electra3 as an old maid, though all had reached the period in life’s course appointed to take that degree.

Even among the North American Indians, a race of men as completely engaged in mere instinctive life as almost any in the world, and where each

2. Outcasts, like the descendants of Ishmael, the eldest son of Abraham by Hagar, the hand- maid of his wife, Sarah (Genesis 15– 25). 3. In Greek mythology, Electra was the daughter of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra, who, with her brother Orestes, avenged the murder of her father by killing her mother and her mother’s

lover, Aegisthus. Michelangelo’s Persican Sibyl (ancient prophetess), one of the Sve he painted in the Sistine Chapel; St. Teresa of Ávila (1515– 1582), Spanish Carmelite nun; Princess Leonora d’Este, protector of the Italian poet Torquato Tasso (1544– 1595), who was rumored to be in love with her.

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chief, keeping many wives as useful servants, of course looks with no kind eye on celibacy in woman, it was excused in the following instance men- tioned by Mrs. Jameson.4 A woman dreamt in youth that she was betrothed to the sun. She built her a wigwam apart, Slled it with emblems of her alli- ance and means of an in de pen dent life. There she passed her days, sus- tained by her own exertions, and true to her supposed engagement.

In any tribe, we believe, a woman, who lived as if she was betrothed to the sun, would be tolerated, and the rays which made her youth blossom sweetly would crown her with a halo in age.

There is on this subject a nobler view than heretofore, if not the noblest, and we greet improvement here, as much as on the subject of marriage. Both are fertile themes, but time permits not here to explore them.

If larger intellectual resources begin to be deemed necessary to woman, still more is a spiritual dignity in her, or even the mere assumption of it listened to with respect. Joanna Southcote, and Mother Anne Lee are sure of a band of disciples; Ecstatica, Dolorosa,5 of enraptured believers who will visit them in their lowly huts, and wait for hours to revere them in their trances. The foreign noble traverses land and sea to hear a few words from the lips of the lowly peasant girl, whom he believes specially visited by the Most High. Very beautiful in this way was the in^uence of the invalid of St. Petersburg, as described by De Maistre.6

To this region, however misunderstood, and ill- developed, belong the phenomena of Magnetism, or Mesmerism,7 as it is now often called, where the trance of the Ecstatica purports to be produced by the agency of one human being on another, instead of, as in her case, direct from the spirit.

The worldling has his sneer here as about the ser vices of religion. “The churches can always be Slled with women.” “Show me a man in one of your magnetic states, and I will believe.”

Women are indeed the easy victims of priestcraft, or self- delusion, but this might not be, if the intellect was developed in proportion to the other powers. They would then have a regulator and be in better equipoise, yet must retain the same ner vous susceptibility, while their physical structure is such as it is.

It is with just that hope, that we welcome everything that tends to strengthen the Sbre and develop the nature on more sides. When the intel- lect and affections are in harmony, when intellectual consciousness is calm and deep, inspiration will not be confounded with fancy.

The electrical, the magnetic element in woman has not been fairly devel- oped at any period. Everything might be expected from it; she has far more of it than man. This is commonly expressed by saying, that her intuitions are more rapid and more correct.

4. Anna Brownell Jameson (1794– 1860), Irish- born En glish writer whose Winter Studies and Summer Rambles was based on her months in Canada. 5. Ecstatica and Dolorosa are here used as type names for religious enthusiasts and sufferers. Southcote (1750– 1814), an En glish religious enthusiast who in the 1790s announced herself as the woman spoken of in Revelation 12 and began “sealing” the 144,000 elect— for a price per head.

Ann Lee (1736– 1784), an En glish religious vision- ary who founded the Shaker movement. 6. The story of this invalid is unlocated. Joseph de Maistre (1754– 1821), French émigré and author of the philosophical dialogue Soirées de St. Peters- bourg, who for many years was the Sardinian min- ister to Rus sia and philosophical spokesman against the French Revolution. An intensely pious Catholic, he was drawn to mysticism. 7. Hypnotism.

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But I cannot enlarge upon this here, except to say that on this side is highest promise. Should I speak of it fully, my title should be Cassandra, my topic the Seeress of Prevorst, the Srst, or the best observed subject of magnetism in our times, and who, like her ancestresses at Delphos, was roused to ecstasy or phrenzy by the touch of the laurel.8

In such cases worldlings sneer, but reverent men learn wondrous news, either from the person observed, or by the thoughts caused in themselves by the observation. Fenelon learns from Guyon,9 Kerner from his Seeress what we fain would know. But to appreciate such disclosures one must be a child, and here the phrase, “women and children,” may perhaps be interpreted aright, that only little children shall enter into the kingdom of heaven.1

All these motions of the time, tides that betoken a waxing moon, over- ^ow upon our own land. The world at large is readier to let woman learn and manifest the capacities of her nature than it ever was before, and here is a less encumbered Seld, and freer air than anywhere else. And it ought to be so; we ought to pay for Isabella’s jewels.2

The names of nations are feminine. Religion, Virtue, and Victory are feminine. To those who have a superstition as to outward signs, it is not without signiScance that the name of the Queen of our mother- land should at this crisis be Victoria. Victoria the First. Perhaps to us it may be given to disclose the era there outwardly presaged.

Women here are much better situated than men. Good books are allowed with more time to read them. They are not so early forced into the bustle of life, nor so weighed down by demands for outward success. The perpetual changes, incident to our society, make the blood circulate freely through the body politic, and, if not favorable at present to the grace and bloom of life, they are so to activity, resource, and would be to re^ection but for a low materialist tendency, from which the women are generally exempt.

They have time to think, and no traditions chain them, and few conven- tionalities compared with what must be met in other nations. There is no reason why the fact of a constant revelation should be hid from them, and when the mind once is awakened by that, it will not be restrained by the past, but ^y to seek the seeds of heavenly future.

Their employments are more favorable to the inward life than those of the men.

Woman is not addressed religiously here, more than elsewhere. She is told to be worthy to be the mother of a Washington, or the companion of some good man. But in many, many instances, she has already learnt that all bribes have the same ^aw; that truth and good are to be sought for them- selves alone. And already an ideal sweetness ^oats over many forms, shines in many eyes.

Already deep questions are put by young girls on the great theme, What shall I do to inherit eternal life?3

8. The ancient oracles of Delphi, on the slopes of Mount Parnassus in Greece, were devotees of Apollo, who foretold the future to mortal suppli- ants; the prophetesses chewed laurel leaves in their rites. Fuller took seriously the spiritualistic claims in the German poet Justinus Kerner’s (1786– 1862) Seherin von Prevorst (1829), a book she discusses at length in Summer on the Lakes. 9. François Fénelon (1651– 1715), French archbi-

shop, learned about the mystical Christian philo so- phy of Quietism from Jeanne Guyon (1648– 1717). 1. Mark 10.14– 15. 2. I.e., Americans ought to repay Eu rope for dis- covering the Western Hemi sphere. 3. An allusion to the rich young man’s question to Jesus in Matthew 19.16: “Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life?”

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Men are very courteous to them. They praise them often, check them seldom. There is some chivalry in the feelings towards “the ladies,” which gives them the best seats in the stage- coach, frequent admission not only to lectures of all sorts, but to courts of justice, halls of legislature, reform con- ventions. The newspaper editor “would be better pleased that the Lady’s Book4 were Slled up exclusively by ladies. It would, then, indeed, be a true gem, worthy to be presented by young men to the mistresses of their affec- tions.” Can gallantry go farther?

In this country is venerated, wherever seen, the character which Goethe spoke of as an Ideal. “The excellent woman is she, who, if the husband dies, can be a father to the children.” And this, if rightly read, tells a great deal.

Women who speak in public, if they have a moral power, such as has been felt from Angelina Grimke and Abby Kelly,5 that is, if they speak for conscience’ sake, to serve a cause which they hold sacred, invariably subdue the prejudices of their hearers, and excite an interest proportionate to the aversion with which it had been the purpose to regard them.

A passage in a private letter so happily illustrates this, that I take the lib- erty to make use of it, though there is not opportunity to ask leave either of the writer or own er of the letter. I think they will pardon me when they see it in print; it is so good, that as many as possible should have the beneSt of it.

Abby Kelly in the Town- House of —— “The scene was not unheroic,— to see that woman, true to humanity

and her own nature, a centre of rude eyes and tongues, even gentlemen feeling licensed to make part of a species of mob around a female out of her sphere. As she took her seat in the desk amid the great noise, and in the throng full, like a wave, of something to ensue, I saw her humanity in a gentleness and unpretension, tenderly open to the sphere around her, and, had she not been supported by the power of the will of genuineness and principle, she would have failed. It led her to prayer, which, in woman especially, is childlike; sensibility and will going to the side of God and looking up to him; and humanity was poured out in aspiration.

“She acted like a gentle hero, with her mild decision and womanly calmness. All heroism is mild and quiet and gentle, for it is life and pos- session, and combativeness and Srmness show a want of actualness. She is as earnest, fresh, and simple as when she Srst entered the crusade. I think she did much good, more than the men in her place could do, for woman feels more as being and reproducing; this brings the subject more into home relations. Men speak through and mostly from intellect, and this addresses itself in others, which creates and is combative.”

Not easily shall we Snd elsewhere, or before this time, any written obser- vations on the same subject, so delicate and profound.

The late Dr. Channing,6 whose enlarged and tender and religious nature shared every onward impulse of his time, though his thoughts followed his wishes with a deliberative caution, which belonged to his habits and tem-

4. Godey’s Lady’s Book, pop u lar Philadelphia magazine. 5. Massachusetts- born Quaker (1811– 1887); after 1837 she became a lecturer on abolition. Grimké (1805– 1879), antislavery advocate from South

Carolina, author of Appeal to the Christian Women of the South (1836). 6. William Ellery Channing (1780– 1842), cler- gyman and social reformer, one of the found ers of Unitarianism.

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perament, was greatly interested in these expectations for women. His own treatment of them was absolutely and thoroughly religious. He regarded them as souls, each of which had a destiny of its own, incalculable to other minds, and whose leading it must follow, guided by the light of a private conscience. He had sentiment, delicacy, kindness, taste, but they were all pervaded and ruled by this one thought, that all beings had souls, and must vindicate their own inheritance. Thus all beings were treated by him with an equal, and sweet, though solemn courtesy. The young and unknown, the woman and the child, all felt themselves regarded with an inSnite expecta- tion, from which there was no reaction to vulgar prejudice. He demanded of all he met, to use his favorite phrase, “great truths.”

His memory, every way dear and reverend, is by many especially cher- ished for this intercourse of unbroken respect.

At one time when the progress of Harriet Martineau through this country, Angelina Grimke’s appearance in public, and the visit of Mrs. Jameson7 had turned his thoughts to this subject, he expressed high hopes as to what the coming era would bring to woman. He had been much pleased with the dig- niSed courage of Mrs. Jameson in taking up the defence of her sex, in a way from which women usually shrink, because, if they express themselves on such subjects with sufScient force and clearness to do any good, they are exposed to assaults whose vulgarity makes them painful. In intercourse with such a woman, he had shared her indignation at the base injustice, in many respects, and in many regions done to the sex; and been led to think of it far more than ever before. He seemed to think that he might some time write upon the subject. That his aid is withdrawn from the cause is a subject of great regret, for on this question, as on others, he would have known how to sum up the evidence and take, in the noblest spirit, middle ground. He always furnished a platform on which opposing parties could stand, and look at one another under the in^uence of his mildness and enlightened candor.

Two younger thinkers, men both, have uttered noble prophecies, auspi- cious for woman. Kinmont, all whose thoughts tended towards the estab- lishment of the reign of love and peace, thought that the inevitable means of this would be an increased predominance given to the idea of woman. Had he lived longer to see the growth of the peace party, the reforms in life and medical practice which seek to substitute water for wine and drugs, pulse8 for animal food, he would have been conSrmed in his view of the way in which the desired changes are to be effected.

In this connection I must mention Shelley,9 who, like all men of genius, shared the feminine development, and, unlike many, knew it. His life was one of the Srst pulse- beats in the present reform- growth. He, too, abhorred blood and heat, and, by his system and his song, tended to reinstate a plant- like gentleness in the development of energy. In harmony with this his ideas of marriage were lofty, and of course no less so of woman, her nature, and destiny.

7. Jameson passed through the Northeast in 1836, on her way to Canada. Fuller met Martineau (1802– 1876), British author of Illustrations of Po liti cal Economy, in 1835 during Martineau’s tour of the United States. The Grimké appear-

ance was during the late 1830s. 8. Peas. 9. Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792– 1822), En glish poet.

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For woman, if by a sympathy as to outward condition, she is led to aid the enfranchisement of the slave, must no less so, by inward tendency, to favor mea sures which promise to bring the world more thoroughly and deeply into harmony with her nature. When the lamb takes place of the lion as the emblem of nations, both women and men will be as children of one spirit, perpetual learners of the word and doers thereof, not hearers only.

A writer in a late number of the New York PathSnder, in two articles headed “Femality,” has uttered a still more pregnant word than any we have named. He views woman truly from the soul, and not from society, and the depth and leading of his thoughts is proportionably remarkable. He views the feminine nature as a harmonizer of the vehement elements, and this has often been hinted elsewhere; but what he expresses most forcibly is the lyrical, the inspiring and inspired apprehensiveness of her being.

Had I room to dwell upon this topic, I could not say anything so precise, so near the heart of the matter, as may be found in that article; but, as it is, I can only indicate, not declare, my view.

There are two aspects of woman’s nature, expressed by the ancients as Muse and Minerva.1 It is the former to which the writer in the PathSnder looks. It is the latter which Wordsworth has in mind, when he says,

“With a placid brow, Which woman ne’er should forfeit, keep thy vow.”2

The especial genius of woman I believe to be electrical in movement, intuitive in function, spiritual in tendency. She is great not so easily in clas- siScation, or re- creation, as in an instinctive seizure of causes, and a simple breathing out of what she receives that has the singleness of life, rather than the selecting or energizing of art.

More native to her is it to be the living model of the artist, than to set apart from herself any one form in objective reality; more native to inspire and receive the poem than to create it. In so far as soul is in her completely developed, all soul is the same; but as far as it is modiSed in her as woman, it ^ows, it breathes, it sings, rather than deposits soil, or Snishes work, and that which is especially feminine ^ushes in blossom the face of earth, and pervades like air and water all this seeming solid globe, daily renewing and purifying its life. Such may be the especially feminine element, spoken of as Femality. But it is no more the order of nature that it should be incar- nated pure in any form, than that the masculine energy should exist unmin- gled with it in any form.

Male and female represent the two sides of the great radical dualism. But, in fact, they are perpetually passing into one another. Fluid hardens to solid, solid rushes to ^uid. There is no wholly masculine man, no purely feminine woman.

History jeers at the attempts of physiologists to bind great original laws by the forms which ^ow from them. They make a rule; they say from observa- tion what can and cannot be. In vain! Nature provides exceptions to every rule. She sends women to battle, and sets Hercules spinning;3 she enables

1. The poetical or artistic aspect, embodied in the Muses, goddesses of song and poetry and the arts and sciences, and the intellectually serene aspect, embodied in Minerva, goddess of wisdom.

2. Slightly misquoted from “Liberty: Sequel to the Preceding” (1835). 3. I.e., sets the strongest men to domestic tasks.

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women to bear im mense burdens, cold, and frost; she enables the man, who feels maternal love, to nourish his infant like a mother. Of late she plays still gayer pranks. Not only she deprives organizations, but organs, of a necessary end. She enables people to read with the top of the head, and see with the pit of the stomach. Presently she will make a female Newton, and a male Syren.4

Man partakes of the feminine in the Apollo, woman of the Masculine as Minerva.

Let us be wise and not impede the soul. Let her work as she will. Let us have one creative energy, one incessant revelation. Let it take what form it will, and let us not bind it by the past to man or woman, black or white. Jove sprang from Rhea, Pallas from Jove.5 So let it be.

If it has been the tendency of the past remarks to call woman rather to the Minerva side,— if I, unlike the more generous writer, have spoken from society no less than the soul,— let it be pardoned. It is love that has caused this, love for many incarcerated souls, that might be freed could the idea of religious self- dependence be established in them, could the weakening habit of dependence on others be broken up.

Every relation, every gradation of nature, is incalculably precious, but only to the soul which is poised upon itself, and to whom no loss, no change, can bring dull discord, for it is in harmony with the central soul.

If any individual live too much in relations, so that he becomes a stranger to the resources of his own nature, he falls after a while into a distraction, or imbecility, from which he can only be cured by a time of isolation, which gives the renovating fountains time to rise up. With a society it is the same. Many minds, deprived of the traditionary or instinctive means of passing a cheerful existence, must Snd help in self- impulse or perish. It is therefore that while any elevation, in the view of union, is to be hailed with joy, we shall not decline celibacy as the great fact of the time. It is one from which no vow, no arrangement, can at present save a thinking mind. For now the rowers are pausing on their oars, they wait a change before they can pull together. All tends to illustrate the thought of a wise contemporary. Union is only possible to those who are units. To be St for relations in time, souls, whether of man or woman, must be able to do without them in the spirit.

It is therefore that I would have woman lay aside all thought, such as she habitually cherishes, of being taught and led by men. I would have her, like the Indian girl, dedicate herself to the Sun, the Sun of Truth, and go no where if his beams did not make clear the path. I would have her free from compromise, from complaisance, from helplessness, because I would have her good enough and strong enough to love one and all beings, from the fulness, not the poverty of being.

Men, as at present instructed, will not help this work, because they also are under the slavery of habit. I have seen with delight their poetic impulses. A sister is the fairest ideal, and how nobly Wordsworth, and even Byron, have written of a sister.6

4. In this inversion of sexual ste reo types, a male would be as alluring as the Syrens (or Sirens), Greek sea nymphs who lured mariners into ship- wreck on the rocks surrounding their island. Isaac Newton (1642– 1727), En glish mathematician. 5. In Greek mythology, Rhea, the sister and wife

of Cronus, and mother of Zeus (known to the Romans as Jove). Pallas Athena sprang from Jove’s skull, fully grown and fully armed. 6. Fuller alludes to the various tributes by Wil- liam Wordsworth to his sister Dorothy and by Lord Byron to his half- sister Augusta Leigh.

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There is no sweeter sight than to see a father with his little daughter. Very vulgar men become reSned to the eye when leading a little girl by the hand. At that moment the right relation between the sexes seems established, and you feel as if the man would aid in the noblest purpose, if you ask him in behalf of his little daughter. Once two Sne Sgures stood before me, thus. The father of very intellectual aspect, his falcon eye softened by affection as he looked down on his fair child, she the image of himself, only more graceful and brilliant in expression. I was reminded of Southey’s Kehama,7 when lo, the dream was rudely broken. They were talking of education, and he said.

“I shall not have Maria brought too forward. If she knows too much, she will never Snd a husband; superior women hardly ever can.”

“Surely,” said his wife, with a blush, “you wish Maria to be as good and wise as she can, whether it will help her to marriage or not.”

“No,” he persisted, “I want her to have a sphere and a home, and some one to protect her when I am gone.”

It was a tri^ing incident, but made a deep impression. I felt that the holi- est relations fail to instruct the unprepared and perverted mind. If this man, indeed, would have looked at it on the other side, he was the last that would have been willing to have been taken himself for the home and pro- tection he could give, but would have been much more likely to repeat the tale of Alcibiades8 with his phials.

But men do not look at both sides, and women must leave off asking them and being in^uenced by them, but retire within themselves, and explore the groundwork of being till they Snd their peculiar secret. Then when they come forth again, renovated and baptized, they will know how to turn all dross to gold, and will be rich and free though they live in a hut, tranquil, if in a crowd. Then their sweet singing shall not be from passionate impulse, but the lyrical over^ow of a divine rapture, and a new music shall be eluci- dated from this many- chorded world.

Grant her then for a while the armor and the javelin.9 Let her put from her the press of other minds and meditate in virgin loneliness. The same idea shall reappear in due time as Muse, or Ceres,1 the all- kindly, patient Earth- Spirit.

I tire every one with my Goethean illustrations. But it cannot be helped. Goethe, the great mind which gave itself absolutely to the leadings of

truth, and let rise through him the waves which are still advancing through the century, was its intellectual prophet. Those who know him, see, daily, his thought fulSlled more and more, and they must speak of it, till his name weary and even nauseate, as all great names have in their time. And I can- not spare the reader, if such there be, his wonderful sight as to the pros- pects and wants of women.

As his Wilhelm grows in life and advances in wisdom, he becomes acquainted with women of more and more character, rising from Mariana to Macaria.2

7. The Curse of Kehama (1810), by the En glish writer Robert Southey (1774– 1843). 8. Athenian general (c. 450– 404 b.c.e.), who was convicted for drunkenly imitating sacred rituals. 9. The weapons of Athena, Greek goddess of wisdom.

1. The Roman goddess of agriculture. 2. Feminine characters in Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s Wilhelm Meister’s Apprenticeship (1796); other female characters from the same book are named just below.

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Macaria, bound with the heavenly bodies in Sxed revolutions, the centre of all relations, herself unrelated, expresses the Minerva side.

Mignon, the electrical, inspired lyrical nature. All these women, though we see them in relations, we can think of as

unrelated. They all are very individual, yet seem nowhere restrained. They satisfy for the present, yet arouse an inSnite expectation.

The economist Theresa, the benevolent Natalia, the fair Saint, have cho- sen a path, but their thoughts are not narrowed to it. The functions of life to them are not ends, but suggestions.

Thus to them all things are important, because none is necessary. Their different characters have fair play, and each is beautiful in its minute indi- cations, for nothing is enforced or conventional, but everything, however slight, grows from the essential life of the being.

Mignon and Theresa wear male attire when they like, and it is graceful for them to do so, while Macaria is conSned to her arm chair behind the green curtain, and the Fair Saint could not bear a speck of dust on her robe.

All things are in their places in this little world because all is natural and free, just as “there is room for everything out of doors.” Yet all is rounded in by natural harmony which will always arise where Truth and Love are sought in the light of freedom.

Goethe’s book bodes an era of freedom like its own, of “extraordinary generous seeking,” and new revelations. New individualities shall be devel- oped in the actual world, which shall advance upon it as gently as the Sg- ures come out upon his canvass.

A profound thinker has said “no married woman can represent the female world, for she belongs to her husband. The idea of woman must be repre- sented by a virgin.”

But that is the very fault of marriage, and of the present relation between the sexes, that the woman does belong to the man, instead of forming a whole with him. Were it otherwise there would be no such limitation to the thought.

Woman, self- centred, would never be absorbed by any relation; it would be only an experience to her as to man. It is a vulgar error that love, a love to woman is her whole existence; she also is born for Truth and Love in their universal energy. Would she but assume her inheritance, Mary would not be the only Virgin Mother. Not Manzoni3 alone would celebrate in his wife the virgin mind with the maternal wisdom and conjugal affections. The soul is ever young, ever virgin.

And will not she soon appear? The woman who shall vindicate their birthright for all women; who shall teach them what to claim, and how to use what they obtain? Shall not her name be for her era Victoria, for her country and her life Virginia?4 Yet predictions are rash; she herself must teach us to give her the Stting name.

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3. Another allusion to the preface to Manzoni’s Adelchi. 4. I.e., shall not her character include power

(such as made Victoria so St a name for a queen) and purity?

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Review of Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave1

Frederick Douglass has been for some time a prominent member of the Abo- lition party. He is said to be an excellent speaker— can speak from a thor- ough personal experience— and has upon the audience, beside, the in^uence of a strong character and uncommon talents. In the book before us he has put into the story of his life the thoughts, the feelings and the adventures that have been so affecting through the living voice; nor are they less so from the printed page. He has had the courage to name the persons, times and places, thus exposing himself to obvious danger, and setting the seal on his deep convictions as to the religious need of speaking the whole truth. Considered merely as a narrative, we have never read one more simple, true, coherent, and warm with genuine feeling. It is an excellent piece of writing, and on that score to be prized as a specimen of the powers of the Black Race, which Prejudice persists in disputing. We prize highly all evidence of this kind, and it is becoming more abundant. The Cross of the Legion of Honor has just been conferred in France on Dumas and Souliè,2 both cele- brated in the paths of light literature. Dumas, whose father was a General in the French Army, is a Mulatto; Souliè, a Quadroon. He went from New- Orleans, where, though to the eye a white man, yet, as known to have Afri- can blood in his veins, he could never have enjoyed the privileges due to a human being. Leaving the Land of Freedom, he found himself free to devel- ope the powers that God has given.

Two wise and candid thinkers,— the Scotchman, Kinmont, prematurely lost to this country, of which he was so faithful and generous a student, and the late Dr. Channing,3— both thought that the African Race had in them a peculiar element, which, if it could be assimilated with those imported among us from Eu rope, would give to genius a development, and to the energies of character a balance and harmony beyond what has been seen heretofore in the history of the world. Such an element is indicated in their lowest estate by a talent for melody, a ready skill at imitation and adapta- tion, an almost indestructible elasticity of nature. It is to be remarked in the writings both of Souliè and Dumas, full of faults but glowing with plas- tic life and fertile in invention. The same torrid energy and saccharine full- ness may be felt in the writings of this Douglass, though his life being one of action or re sis tance, was less favorable to such powers than one of a more joyous ^ow might have been.

The book is prefaced by two communications,— one from Garrison, and one from Wendell Phillips.4 That from the former is in his usual over

1. The text is from the New York Daily Tribune, June 10, 1845. 2. The novelist and playwright Frédéric Soulié (1800– 1847) was best known for his romance The Memoirs of the Dev il (1837– 38). Alexandre Dumas (1802– 1870) was acclaimed for such his- torical novels as The Three Musketeers (1844) and The Count of Monte Cristo (1845– 46). 3. Both the Boston Unitarian minister William Ellery Channing (1780– 1842) and the Scottish- born phi los o pher Alexander Kinmont (1799–

1838) argued that blacks had distinctive characteristics— such as loyalty to friends and family, and attachment to local places— helping to make them natural Christians. See Channing’s “Slavery” (1836) and Kinmont’s Twelve Lectures on the Natural History of Man (1837). 4. Prominent Boston abolitionist (1811– 1884). William Lloyd Garrison (1805– 1879), the most in^uential white abolitionist leader of the 1830s and 1840s, published Douglass’s Narrative.

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emphatic style. His motives and his course have been noble and generous. We look upon him with high respect, but he has indulged in violent invec- tive and denunciation till he has spoiled the temper of his mind. Like a man who has been in the habit of screaming himself hoarse to make the deaf hear, he can no longer pitch his voice on a key agreeable to common ears. Mr. Phillips’s remarks are equally decided, without this exaggeration in the tone. Douglass himself seems very just and temperate. We feel that his view, even of those who have injured him most, may be relied upon. He knows how to allow for motives and in^uences. Upon the subject of Religion, he speaks with great force, and not more than our own sympathies can respond to. The inconsistencies of Slaveholding professors of religion cry to Heaven. We are not disposed to detest, or refuse communion with them. Their blind- ness is but one form of that prevalent fallacy which substitutes a creed for a faith, a ritual for a life. We have seen too much of this system of atonement not to know that those who adopt it often began with good intentions, and are, at any rate, in their mistakes worthy of the deepest pity. But that is no reason why the truth should not be uttered, trumpet- tongued, about the thing. “Bring no more vain oblations”;5 sermons must daily be preached anew on that text. Kings, Sve hundred years ago, built Churches with the spoils of War; Clergymen to- day command Slaves to obey a Gospel which they will not allow them to read, and call themselves Christians amid the curses of their fellow men.— The world ought to get on a little faster than that, if there be really any principle of improvement in it. The Kingdom of Heaven may not at the beginning have dropped seed larger than a mustard- seed, but even from that we had a right to expect a fuller growth than can be believed to exist, when we read such a book as this of Douglass. Unspeakable affecting is the fact that he never saw his mother at all by day- light.

“I do not recollect of ever seeing my mother by the light of day. She was with me in the night. She would lie down with me, and get me to sleep, but long before I waked she was gone.”

The following extract6 presents a suitable answer to the hacknied argument drawn by the defender of Slavery from the songs of the Slave, and is also a good specimen of the powers of observation and manly heart of the writer. We wish that every one may read his book and see what a mind might have been sti^ed in bondage,— what a man may be subjected to the insults of spendthrift dandies, or the blows of mercenary brutes, in whom there is no whiteness except of the skin, no humanity except in the outward form, and of whom the Avenger will not fail yet to demand—“Where is thy brother?”

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5. Isaiah 1.13. 6. Fuller reprinted much of chapter 2 of the Narrative immediately following her review.

Fourth of July1

The bells ring; the cannon rouse the echoes along the river shore: the boys sally forth with shouts and little ^ags and crackers enough to frighten all the people they meet from sunrise to sunset. The orator is conning for the last time the speech in which he has vainly attempted to season with some new spice the yearly panegyric upon our country; its happiness and glory; the audi- ence is putting on its best bib and tucker,2 and its blandest expression to listen.

And yet, no heart, we think, can beat to- day with one pulse of genuine, noble joy. Those who have obtained their selSsh objects will not take espe- cial plea sure in thinking of them to- day, while to unbiased minds must come sad thoughts of National Honor soiled in the eyes of other nations, of a great inheritance, risked, if not forfeited.

Much has been achieved in this country since the Srst Declaration of In de pen dence. America is rich and strong; she has shown great talent and energy; vast prospects of aggrandizement open before her. But the noble sentiment which she expressed in her early youth is tarnished; she has shown that righ teousness is not her chief desire, and her name is no longer a watch- word for the highest hopes to the rest of the world. She knows this, but takes it very easily; she feels that she is growing richer and more powerful, and that seems to sufSce her.

These facts are deeply saddening to those who can pronounce the words ‘My Country’ with pride and peace only so far as steadfast virtues, generous impulses Snd their home in that country. They cannot be satisSed with superScial beneSts, with luxuries and the means of obtaining knowledge which are multiplied for them. They could rejoice in full hands and a busy brain, if the soul were expanding and the heart pure, but, the higher condi- tions being violated, what is done cannot be done for good.

Such thoughts shadow patriot minds as the cannon- peal burst upon the ear. This year, which declares that the people at large consent to cherish and extend Slavery as one of our “domestic institutions,” takes from the patriot his home. This year, which attests their insatiate love of wealth and power, quenches the ^ame upon the altar.

Yet there remains the good part which cannot be taken away. If nations go astray, the narrow path may always be found and followed by the indi- vidual man. It is hard, hard indeed, when politics and trade are mixed up with evils so mighty that he scarcely dares touch them for fear of being deSled. He Snds his activity checked in great natural outlets by the scru- ples of conscience. He cannot enjoy the free use of his limbs, glowing upon a favorable tide; but struggling, panting, must Sx his eyes upon his aim and Sght against the current to reach it. It is not easy, it is very hard just now to realize the blessings of In de pen dence.

For what is In de pen dence if it do not lead to Freedom?— Freedom from fraud and meanness, from selSshness, from public opinion so far as it does not consent with the still small voice of one’s better self?

1. The text is from the New York Daily Tribune, July 4, 1845.

2. Best clothing (colloquial).

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Yet there is still a great and worthy part to play. This country presents great temptations to ill, but also great inducements to good. Her health and strength are so remarkable; her youth so full of life that disease cannot yet have taken deep hold of her. It has bewildered her brain, made her steps totter, fevered, but not yet tainted, her blood. Things are still in that state when ten just men may save the city. A few men are wanted, able to think and act upon principles of an eternal value. The safety of the country must lie in a few such men— men who have achieved the genuine in de pen dence, in de pen dence of wrong, of violence, of falsehood.

We want individuals to whom all eyes may turn as an example of the prac- ticability of virtue. We want shining examples. We want deeply rooted char- acters, who cannot be moved by ^attery, by fear, even by hope, for they work in faith. The opportunity for such men is great, they will not be burnt at the stake in their prime for bearing witness to the truth, yet they will be tested most severely in their adherence to it. There is nothing to hinder them from learning what is true and best, no physical tortures will be in^icted on them for expressing it. Let men feel that in private lives, more than in public mea- sures must the salvation of the country lie. If that country has so widely veered from the course she prescribed to herself and that the hope of the world prescribed to her, it must be because she had not men ripened and conSrmed for better things. They leaned too carelessly on one another; they had not deepened and puriSed the private lives from which the public must spring, as the verdure of the plain from the fountains of the hills.

What a vast in^uence is given by sincerity alone? The bier of General Jack- son3 has just passed, upbearing a golden urn. The men who placed it there lament his departure and esteem the mea sures which had led this country to her present position wise and good. The other side esteem them unwise, unjust, and disastrous in their consequences. But both respect him thus far that his conduct was boldly sincere. The sage of Quincy!4 Men differ in their estimate of his abilities. None, probably, esteem his mind as one of the Srst magnitude. But both sides, all men, are in^uenced by the bold integrity of his character. Mr. Calhoun5 speaks straight out what he thinks. So far as this straightforwardness goes, he confers the beneSts of virtue. If a character be uncorrupted, what ever bias it takes, it thus far is good and does good. It may help others to a higher, wiser, larger in de pen dence than its own.

We know not where to look for an example of all or many of the virtues we would seek from the man who is to begin the new dynasty that is needed of Fathers of the Country. The Country needs to be born again; she is polluted with the lust of power, the lust of gain. She needs Fathers good enough to be God- fathers—men who will stand sponsors at the baptism with all they possess, with all the goodness they can cherish, and all the wisdom they can win, to lead this child the way she should go, and never one step in another. Are there not in schools and colleges the boys who will become such men? Are there not those on the threshold of manhood who have not

3. Andrew Jackson (1767– 1845), seventh presi- dent of the United States (1829– 37), had died on June 8, approximately a month before Fuller wrote this column. 4. John Quincy Adams (1767– 1848), sixth presi- dent of the United States (1825– 29). During the

1830s and 1840s, he served as a congressman and actively fought against the extension of slavery. 5. John C. Calhoun (1782– 1850), South Carolina congressman who espoused states’ rights and defended slavery.

yet chosen the broad way into which the multitude rushes, led by the ban- ner on which, strange to say, the royal Ea gle is blazoned, together with the word Expediency? Let him decline that road, and take the narrow, thorny path where Integrity leads, though with no prouder emblem than the dove. He may there Snd the needed remedy which, like the white root, the Moly, detected by the patient and resolved Odysseus,6 shall have power to restore the herd of men, disguised by the enchantress to whom they had willingly yielded in the forms of brutes, to the stature and beauty of men.

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From Things and Thoughts in Eu rope1

Letter XVIII

This letter will reach the United States about the 1st of January; and it may not be impertinent to offer a few New- Year’s re^ections. Every new year, indeed, conSrms the old thoughts, but also presents them under some new aspects.

The American in Eu rope, if a thinking mind, can only become more American. In some respects it is a great plea sure to be here. Although we have an in de pen dent po liti cal existence, our position toward Eu rope, as to Literature and the Arts, is still that of a colony, and one feels the same joy here that is experienced by the colonist in returning to the parent home. What was but picture to us becomes reality; remote allusions and deriva- tions trouble no more: we see the pattern of the stuff, and understand the whole tapestry. There is a gradual clearing up on many points, and many baseless notions and crude fancies are dropped. Even the post- haste passage of the business American through the great cities, escorted by cheating cou- riers, and ignorant valets de place,2 unable to hold intercourse with the natives of the country, and passing all his leisure hours with his country- men, who know no more than himself, clears his mind of some mistakes— lifts some mists from his horizon.

There are three species: Srst, the servile American— a being utterly shal- low, thoughtless, worthless. He comes abroad to spend his money and indulge his tastes. His object in Eu rope is to have fashionable clothes, good foreign cookery, to know some titled persons, and furnish himself with coffee- house gossip, which he wins importance at home by retailing among those less traveled, and as uninformed as himself.

I look with unspeakable contempt on this class— a class which has all the thoughtlessness and partiality of the exclusive classes in Eu rope, without any of their reSnement, or the chivalric feeling which still sparkles among them here and there. However, though these willing serfs in a free age do

6. In Homer’s Odyssey, Odysseus (Ulysses) is able to resist Circe’s efforts to turn him into a swine by eating the magical herb moly. 1. The text is from the New York Daily Tribune, January 1, 1848. Between August 23, 1846 and January 6, 1850, Fuller published thirty- seven dispatches in the Daily Tribune under the title of

“Things and Thoughts in Eu rope.” She arrived in Rome in March 1847 and quickly became an enthusiastic supporter of the Italian revolutionar- ies calling for national uniScation and in de pen- dence. This letter was written in Rome in November or December 1847. 2. Local servants (French).

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some little hurt, and cause some annoyance at present, it cannot last: our country is fated to a grand, in de pen dent existence, and, as its laws develop, these parasites of a bygone period must whither and drop away.

Then there is the conceited American, instinctively bristling and proud of— he knows not what.— He does not see, not he, that the history of Humanity for many centuries is likely to have produced results it requires some training, some devotion, to appreciate and proSt by. With his great clumsy hands, only Stted to work on a steam- engine, he seizes the old Cre- mona violin,3 makes it shriek with anguish in his grasp, and then declares he thought it was all humbug before he came, and now he knows it; that there is not really any music in these old things; that the frogs in one of our swamps makes much Sner, for they are young and alive. To him the eti- quettes of courts and camps, the ritual of the Church, seem simply silly— and no wonder, profoundly ignorant as he is of their origin and meaning. Just so the legends which are the subjects of pictures, the profound myths which are represented in the antique marbles, amaze and revolt him; as, indeed, such things need to be judged of by another standard from that of the Connecticut Blue- Laws.4 He criticises severely pictures, feeling quite sure that his natural senses are better means of judgment than the rules of connoisseurs— not feeling that to see such objects mental vision as well as ^eshly eyes are needed, and that something is aimed at in Art beyond the imitation of the commonest forms of Nature.

This is Jonathan5 in the sprawling state, the booby truant, not yet aspir- ing enough to be a good school- boy. Yet in his folly there is meaning; add thought and culture to his in de pen dence, and he will be a man of might: he is not a creature without hope, like the thick- skinned dandy of the class Srst speciSed.

The Artistes form a class by themselves. Yet among them, though seeking special aims by special means, may also be found the lineaments of these two classes, as well as of the third, of which I am now to speak.

3d. The thinking American— a man who, recognizing the im mense advan- tage of being born to a new world and on a virgin soil, yet does not wish one seed from the Past to be lost. He is anxious to gather and carry back with him all that will bear a new climate and new culture. Some will dwindle; others will attain a bloom and stature unknown before. He wishes to gather them clean, free from noxious insects. He wishes to give them a fair trial in his new world. And that he may know the conditions under which he may best place them in that new world, he does not neglect to study their history in this.

The history of our planet in some moments seems so painfully mean and little, such tri^ing baf^ings and failures to compensate some brilliant successes— such a crashing of the mass of men beneath the feet of a few, and these, too, often the least worthy— such a small drop of honey to each cup of gall, and, in many cases, so mingled, that it is never one moment in life purely tasted,— above all, so little achieved for Humanity as a whole, such tides of war and pestilence intervening to blot out the traces of each

3. Famous violin made in Cremona, Italy, by Antonio Amati (1555– 1640). 4. Such laws demanded the closing of businesses

on Sundays and were aimed at curbing the sale of alcohol. 5. Typical, ordinary American.

triumph, that no wonder if the strongest soul sometimes pauses aghast! No wonder if the many indolently console themselves with gross joys and frivo- lous prizes. Yes! those men are worthy of admiration who can carry this cross faithfully through Sfty years; it is a great while for all the agonies that beset a lover of good, a lover of men; it makes a soul worthy of a speedier ascent, a more productive ministry in the next sphere. Blessed are they who ever keep that portion of pure, generous love with which they began life! How blessed those who have deepened the fountains, and have enough to spare for the thirst of others! Some such there are; and, feeling that, with all the excuses for failure, still only the sight of those who triumph gives a meaning to life or makes its pangs endurable, we must arise and follow.

Eigh teen hundred years of this Christian culture in these Eu ro pe an Kingdoms, a great theme never lost sight of, a mighty idea, an adorable his- tory to which the hearts of men invariably cling, yet are genuine results rare as grains of gold in the river’s sandy bed! Where is the genuine Democracy to which the rights of all men are holy? where the child- like wisdom learn- ing all through life more and more of the will of God? where the aversion to falsehood in all its myriad disguises of cant, vanity, covetousness, so clear to be read in all the history of Jesus of Nazareth? Modern Eu rope is the sequel to that history, and see this hollow En gland, with its monstrous wealth and cruel poverty, its conventional life and low, practical aims; see this poor France, so full of talent, so adroit, yet so shallow and glossy still, which could not escape from a false position with all its baptism of blood; see that lost Poland and this Italy bound down by treacherous hands in all the force of genius; see Rus sia with its brutal Czar and innumerable slaves; see Austria and its royalty that represents nothing, and its people who, as people, are and have nothing! If we consider the amount of truth that has really been spoken out in the world, and the love that has beat in private hearts— how Genius has decked each springtime with such splendid ^owers, conveying each one enough of instruction in its life of harmonious energy, and how continually, unquenchably the spark of faith has striven to burst into ̂ ame and light up the Universe— the public failure seems amazing, even monstrous.

Still Eu rope toils and struggles with her idea, and, at this moment, all things bode and declare a new outbreak of the Sre, to destroy the old palaces of crime! May it fertilize also many vineyards!— Here at this moment a suc- cessor of St. Peter, after the lapse of two thousand years, is called “Utopian” by a part of this Eu rope, because he strives to get some food to the mouths of the leaner of his ^ock. A wonderful state of things, and which leaves as the best argument against despair that men do not, cannot despair amid such dark experiences— and thou, my country! will thou not be more true? does no greater success await thee? All things have so conspired to teach, to aid! A new world, a new chance, with oceans to wall in the new thought against interference from the old!— Treasures of all kinds, gold, silver, corn, marble, to provide for every physical need! A noble, constant, starlike soul, an Italian,6 led the way to its shores, and, in the Srst days, the strong, the pure, those too brave, too sincere for the life of the Old World hastened to

6. Christopher Columbus (1451– 1506), born in Genoa.

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people them. A generous struggle then shook off what was foreign and gave the nation a glorious start for a worthy goal. Men rocked the cradle of its hopes, great, Srm, disinterested men who saw, who wrote, as the basis of all that was to be done, a statement of the rights, the inborn rights of men, which, if fully interpreted and acted upon, leaves nothing to be desired.

Yet, oh Ea gle, whose early ^ight showed this clear sight of the Sun, how often dost thou near the ground, how show the vulture in these later days! Thou wert to be the advance- guard of Humanity, the herald of all Progress; how often hast thou betrayed this high commission! Fain would the tongue in clear triumphant accents draw example from thy story, to encourage the hearts of those who almost faint and die beneath the old oppressions. But we must stammer and blush when we speak of many things. I take pride here that I may really say the Liberty of the Press works well, and that the checks and balances naturally evolve from it which sufSce to its government. I may say the minds of our people are alert, and that Talent has a free chance to rise. It is much. But dare I say that po liti cal ambition is not as darkly sullied as in other countries? Dare I say that men of most in^uence in po liti cal life are those who represent most virtue or even intellectual power? Is it easy to Snd names in that career of which I can speak with enthusiasm? Must I not confess in my country to a boundless lust of gain? Must I not confess to the weakest vanity, which bristles and blusters at each foolish taunt of the foreign press; and must I not admit that the men who make these undigniSed rejoin- ders seek and Snd popularity so? Must I not confess that there is as yet no antidote cordially adopted that will defend even that great, rich country against the evils that have grown out of the commercial system in the old world? Can I say our social laws are generally better, or show a nobler insight to the wants of man and woman? I do, indeed, say what I believe, that volun- tary association for improvement in these particulars will be the grand means for my nation to grow and give a nobler harmony to the coming age. But it is only of a small minority that I can say they as yet seriously take to heart these things; that they earnestly meditate on what is wanted for the country,— for mankind,— for our cause is, indeed, the cause of all mankind at present. Could we succeed, really succeed, combine a deep religious love with practi- cal development, the achievements of Genius with the happiness of the mul- titude, we might believe Man had now reached a commanding point in his ascent, and would stumble and faint no more. Then there is this horrible cancer of Slavery, and this wicked War,7 that has grown out of it. How dare I speak of these things here? I listen to the same arguments against the eman- cipation of Italy, that are used against the emancipation of our blacks; the same arguments in favor of the spollation8 of Poland as for the conquest of Mexico. I Snd the cause of tyranny and wrong everywhere the same— and lo! my Country the darkest offender, because with the least excuse, foresworn to the high calling with which she was called,— no champion of the rights of men, but a robber and a jailor; the scourge hid behind her banner; her eyes Sxed, not on the stars, but on the possession of other men.

7. The war with Mexico (1846– 48), which many Northerners believed was intended to expand

slavery into the southwestern territories. 8. Spoliation.

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How it pleases me here to think of the Abolitionists! I could never endure to be with them at home, they were so tedious, often so narrow, always so rabid and exaggerated in their tone.

But, after all, they had a high motive, something eternal in their desire and life; and, if it was not the only thing worth thinking of it was really something worth living and dying for to free a great nation from such a ter- rible blot, such a threatening plague. God strengthen them and make them wise to achieve their purpose!

I please myself, too, with remembering some ardent souls among the American youth who, I trust, will yet expand and help to give soul to the huge, over fed, too hastily grown- up body. May they be constant. “Were Man but constant he were perfect!”9 it has been said; and it is true that he who could be constant to those moments in which he has been truly human— not brutal, not mechanical— is on the sure path to his perfection and to effectual ser vice of the Universe.

It is to the youth that Hope addresses itself, to those who yet burn with aspiration, who are not hardened in their sins. But I dare not expect too much of them. I am not very old, yet of those who, in life’s morning, I saw touched by the light of a high hope, many have seceded. Some have become voluptuaries; some mere family men, who think it is quite life enough to win bread for half a dozen people and treat them decently; others are lost through indolence and vacillation. Yet some remain constant. “I have wit- nessed many a shipwreck, yet still beat noble hearts.”

I have found many among the youth of En gland, of France— of Italy also— full of high desire, but will they have courage and purity to Sght the battle through in the sacred, the immortal band? Of some of them I believe it and await the proof. If a few succeed amid the trial, we have not lived and loved in vain.

To these, the heart of my country, a Happy New Year! I do not know what I have written. I have merely yielded to my feelings in thinking of America; but something of true love must be in these lines— receive them kindly, my friends; it is, by itself, some merit for printed words to be sincere.

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9. Shakespeare’s The Two Gentlemen of Verona 5.4.111– 12.

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Slavery, Race, and the Making of American Literature

I n 1820 the En glish critic Sidney Smith became exasperated by the boasting of American literary nationalists, and in the pages of the Edinburgh Review he famously asked: “In the four quarters of the globe, who reads an American book? or goes to an American play? or looks at an American picture or statue?” His questions about Americans’ self- proclaimed literary, cultural, and national superiority culmi- nated with the most withering question of all: “Finally, under which of the old tyran- nical governments of Eu rope is every sixth man a Slave, whom his fellow- creatures may buy and sell and torture?” For Smith, the making of American literature and culture could not be separated from the making of the nation itself. The paradoxical fact that a nation founded on the principles of equality would develop into a slave- holding republic was not lost on writers of the early national and antebellum period. The vast majority of the writers in this volume of The Norton Anthology of American Literature confronted issues of slavery and race at some point during their careers. Whether central to their writings, as was the case with Frederick Douglass, early Harriet Beecher Stowe, William Wells Brown, and others, or of peripheral interest, as was true, say, for Catharine Maria Sedgwick and Fanny Fern, slavery could not be ignored. Tensions between the realities of slavery and the ideals of freedom inform much writing of the period.

The selections on slavery and race offered here take off from Thomas Jefferson, author of the Srst draft of the Declaration of In de pen dence, who coined many of its most memorable phrases. Jefferson’s Notes on the State of Virginia celebrated the demo cratic ideals of the Declaration while making clear that he regarded those ideals as best realized by whites. In the classiScatory and hierarchical mode of the Enlight- enment period, he presents black people as inferior to white people. Though he leaves the question of race open to further empirical analysis, his observations nevertheless helped give rise to the racial ethnological “science” of the nineteenth century, which invariably presented whites as superior to blacks. African American writers regularly sought to counter such claims, and in his Appeal, David Walker directly responds, or talks back, to Jefferson. Much African American writing of the period, and indeed much antislavery writing of the period, as we can see from the selections by Samuel Cornish and John Russwurm, and William Lloyd Garrison, sought to abolish slavery, improve the condition of the free blacks, and challenge the hierarchical claims of the racial ethnologists by invoking (or reclaiming) the principles of the Declaration. These principles were also insisted on by writers such as Emerson, Melville, Thoreau, and Whitman as they prodded readers to comprehend their own “enslavement” to cultural conventions. As Ishmael remarks at the opening of Moby- Dick: “Who aint a slave?” For many women writers of the period, from Lydia Maria Child to Stowe, slavery also raised questions about patriarchy and women’s rights. As the selections from Angelina Grimké and Sojourner Truth suggest, women reformers saw them- selves as especially qualiSed to contest slavery, which they regarded both as a speciSc institution in the slave South and as one of many manifestations of patriarchal power.

The best- selling literary work of the antebellum period was Stowe’s antislavery novel Uncle Tom’s Cabin; published in 1852, it sold around one million copies by the end of the de cade. Inspired by feminist- abolitionists like Grimké, Stowe emphasized the importance of women to antislavery reform. In the manner of David Walker, Douglass, and numerous other African American writers, she lamented the unSnished work of

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the American Revolution by having the rebellious slave George Harris invoke the ide- als of the Declaration. Like many Americans of the time, Stowe, even in a novel attacking slavery, seemed to accept notions of racial difference, presenting whites as unduly aggressive and blacks as domestic and religious to an extreme. The novel polar- ized the nation, spawning numerous other antislavery works in the North, along with a number of proslavery, anti–Uncle Tom’s Cabin writings in the South. The debates on slavery exerted an especially strong in^uence on the literature of the 1840s and 1850s. Melville wrote a novella, “Benito Cereno,” about a slave rebellion; Whitman in “Song of Myself” imagined himself offering succor to a fugitive slave; and Thoreau in “Slav- ery in Massachusetts” conceived of a Massachusetts that supported the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850 as a version of hell. Race, too, infused writings of the period, even texts that may not seem to be overtly about race. If whiteness was the culture’s default and “superior” category of human existence, then, for many white writers blackness posed the threat (and sometimes appeal) of a dangerous otherness. Thus Poe’s “The Black Cat” or Hawthorne’s pre sen ta tion of the “black” Chillingworth and Mistress Hibbens in The Scarlet Letter may well be in^ected by anxieties about race.

In 1857, the Supreme Court ruled in the case of Dred Scott v. Sanford that blacks could never become U.S. citizens and were inferior to whites. That ruling, which robbed Jefferson’s Declaration of In de pen dence of its ambiguities and potential, made clear that the debates on slavery and race were debates about the nation. In the Snal se lections here, the black nationalists James M. WhitSeld and Martin R. Delany, as if anticipating the Dred Scott decision, develop African diasporic perspectives that look beyond the borders of the United States. In “Stanzas for the First of August,” WhitSeld likens African Americans to the emancipated blacks from the British West Indies, while in his 1854 “Po liti cal Destiny,” Delany suggests that disenfranchised African Americans should consider emigrating to the southern Amer i cas. In a similar vein, Wil- liam Wells Brown depicts the surviving characters in Clotel choosing to live in Eu rope; and in Frederick Douglass’s “The Heroic Slave,” the black rebel Madison Washington is celebrated by the blacks of Nassau. And though Harriet Jacobs manages to escape from slavery to New York City, she presents herself at the end of Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl as continuing to live in a “free” state that is not as hospitable to black people as En gland. Most African American leaders committed themselves to the Civil War effort, but the problems raised by slavery and racism in the antebellum period would continue to engage writers of the Reconstruction era and beyond.

THOMAS JEFFERSON

T he Declaration of In de pen dence, drafted in 1776 by the Virginian Thomas Jef-ferson (1743– 1826), declared that “all men are created equal.” Those resonant words helped inspire the American Revolution and the subsequent development of the nation’s demo cratic institutions. Several years after drafting the Declaration, Jefferson explored the possibility of ending slavery in Virginia, and at various times in his life he wrote about slavery as an evil, remarking in his 1787 Notes on the State of Virginia, for example, that the “whole commerce between master and slave is a perpetual exercise of the most boisterous passions, the most unremitting despotism on the one part, and degrading submission on the other.” Yet Jefferson, the nation’s third president (1801– 09), was a slaveowner who, recent DNA evidence suggests, had at least one child with his slave Sally Hemings; at his death, he manumitted only slaves in the Hemings family. Some therefore view him as a hypocrite who celebrated

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human liberty while defending Southerners’ rights to enslave black people; others regard him as a visionary Founding Father who, despite being in^uenced by the racist ideologies current in his day, gave the nation’s demo cratic ideals their most powerful written expression. At the time that he wrote Notes on the State of Virginia, a book intended primarily for Eu ro pe an readers, Jefferson disapproved of slavery, but his antislavery views were grounded in beliefs in whites’ superiority to blacks. In later life, as he became eco nom ical ly dependent on his slaves, he became more of a defender of the South’s rights to own slaves, though he hoped for a national future in which slavery would come to an end and blacks would be colonized to other coun- tries. As the subsequent selection from David Walker makes clear, the free blacks of the antebellum period were particularly troubled by Jefferson’s writings, even as they sought to reinvigorate the principles of his Declaration. The selection from Notes is taken from The Works of Thomas Jefferson (1904), ed. Paul Leicester Ford.

From Notes on the State of Virginia

* * * It will probably be asked, Why not retain and incorporate the blacks into the state, and thus save the expence of supplying by importation of white settlers, the vacancies they will leave?1 Deep rooted prejudices entertained by the whites; ten thousand recollections, by the blacks, of the injuries they have sustained; new provocations; the real distinctions which nature has made; and many other circumstances will divide us into parties, and pro- duce convulsions, which will probably never end but in the extermination of the one or the other race.— To these objections, which are po liti cal, may be added others, which are physical and moral. The Srst difference which strikes us is that of colour. Whether the black of the negro resides in the reticular membrane between the skin and scarfskin,2 or in the scarfskin itself; whether it proceeds from the colour of the blood, the colour of the bile, or from that of some other secretion, the difference is Sxed in nature, and is as real as if its seat and cause were better known to us. And is this differ- ence of no importance? Is it not the foundation of a greater or less share of beauty in the two races? Are not the Sne mixtures of red and white, the expressions of every passion by greater or less suffusions of colour in the one, preferable to that eternal monotony, which reigns in the countenances, that immovable veil of black which covers all the emotions of the other race? Add to these, ^owing hair, a more elegant symmetry of form, their own judgment in favour of the whites, declared by their preference of them as uniformly as in the preference of the Oran ootan3 for the black woman over those of his own species. The circumstance of superior beauty, is thought worthy atten- tion in the propagation of our horses, dogs, and other domestic animals; why not in that of man? Besides those of colour, Sgure and hair, there are other physical distinctions proving a difference of race. They have less hair on the face and body. They secrete less by the kidnies, and more by the glands of the skin, which gives them a very strong and disagreeable odour. This

1. In the text, Jefferson had just proposed the possibility of emancipating some of the slaves and shipping them “to other parts of the world.”

2. The outermost layer of skin. 3. Orangutan.

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greater degree of transpiration, renders them more tolerant of heat, and less so of cold than the whites. Perhaps too a difference of structure in the pul- monary apparatus, which a late ingenious experimentalist4 has discovered to be the principal regulator of animal heat, may have disabled them from extricating, in the act of inspiration, so much of that ^uid from the outer air, or obliged them in expiration, to part with more of it. They seem to require less sleep. A black after hard labour through the day, will be induced by the slightest amusements to sit up till midnight or later, though knowing he must be out with the Srst dawn of the morning. They are at least as brave, and more adventuresome. But this may perhaps proceed from a want of forethought, which prevents their seeing a danger till it be present. When present, they do not go through it with more coolness or steadiness than the whites. They are more ardent after their female; but love seems with them to be an eager desire, than a tender delicate mixture of sentiment and sensation. Their griefs are transient. Those numberless af^ictions, which render it doubtful whether heaven has given life to us in mercy or in wrath, are less felt, and sooner forgotten with them. In general, their exis- tence appears to participate more of sensation than re^ection. To this must be ascribed their disposition to sleep when abstracted from their diversions, and unemployed in labour. An animal whose body is at rest, and who does not re^ect, must be disposed to sleep of course. Comparing them by their faculties of memory, reason, and imagination, it appears to me that in mem- ory they are equal to the whites; in reason much inferior, as I think one could scarcely be found capable of tracing and comprehending the investiga- tions of Euclid:5 and that in imagination they are dull, tasteless, and anom- alous. It would be unfair to follow them to Africa for this investigation. We will consider them here, on the same stage with the whites, and where the facts are not apochryphal on which a judgment is to be formed. It will be right to make great allowances for the difference of condition, of educa- tion, of conversation, of the sphere in which they move. Many millions of them have been brought to, and born in America. Most of them, indeed, have been conSned to tillage, to their own homes, and their own society: yet many have been so situated, that they might have availed themselves of the conver- sation of their masters; many have been brought up to the handicraft arts, and from that circumstance have always been associated with the whites. Some have been liberally educated, and all have lived in countries where the arts and sciences are cultivated to a considerable degree, and have had before their eyes samples of the best works from abroad. The Indians, with no advantages of this kind, will often carve Sgures on their pipes not destitute of design and merit. They will crayon out an animal, a plant, or a country, so as to prove the existence of a germ in their minds which only wants cultivation. They astonish you with strokes of the most sublime oratory; such as prove their reason and sentiment strong, their imagination glowing and elevated. But never yet could I Snd that a black had uttered a thought above the level of plain narration; never seen even an elementary trait of painting or sculp- ture. In music they are more generally gifted than the whites, with accurate

4. Adair Crawford (1748– 1795), an En glish chemist best known for his Experiments and

Observations on Animal Heat (1779). 5. Greek mathematician, c. 300 b.c.e.

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ears for tune and time, and they have been found capable of imagining a small catch.6 Whether they will be equal to the composition of a more extensive run of melody, or of complicated harmony, is yet to be proved. Misery is often the parent of the most affecting touches in poetry.— Among the blacks is misery enough, God knows, but no poetry. Love is the peculiar œstrum7 of the poet. Their love is ardent, but it kindles the senses only, not the imagination. Religion, indeed, has produced a Phyllis Whately;8 but it could not produce a poet. The compositions published under her name are below the dignity of criticism.

* * * To justify a general conclusion, requires many observations, even where the subject may be submitted to the Anatomical knife, to Optical glasses, to analysis by Sre or by solvents. How much more then where it is a faculty, not a substance, we are examining; where it eludes the research of all the senses; where the conditions of its existence are various and variously com- bined; where the effects of those which are present or absent bid deSance to calculation; let me add too, as a circumstance of great tenderness, where our conclusion would degrade a whole race of men from the rank in the scale of beings which their Creator may perhaps have given them. To our reproach it must be said, that though for a century and a half we have had under our eyes the races of black and of red men, they have never yet been viewed by us as subjects of natural history. I advance it, therefore, as a sus- picion only, that the blacks, whether originally a distinct race, or made dis- tinct by time and circumstances, are inferior to the whites in the endowments both of body and mind.

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6. The instrument proper to them is the Banjar, which they brought hither from Africa, and which is the original of the guitar, its chords being pre- cisely the four lower chords of the guitar [Jeffer- son’s note].

7. Passionate impulse. 8. Jefferson refers to the African American poet Phillis Wheatley (1753– 1784), whose Poems (1773) was pop u lar in En gland, going through at least four printings.

DAVID WALKER

Central to the development of African American writing of the antebellum period was a willingness to critique national ideologies and practices. Freder- ick Douglass’s “What to the Slave Is the Fourth of July?” (1852), for example, pointed to the failure of the nation to live up to the ideals of the Declaration of In de pen- dence. Two de cades before Douglass’s most famous speech, David Walker (c. 1790– 1830), a free black in Boston, maintained that the nation failed to live up to those ideals because the author of the Declaration was a racist. In David Walker’s Appeal, in Four Articles, Together with a Preamble, to the Colored Citizens of the World, But in Par tic u lar, and Very Expressly to those of the United States of America (1829), Walker argued for African Americans’ rights to freedom and dignity in the United

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States; in developing his argument, he challenged assumptions about black inferi- ority, particularly as set forth in Jefferson’s Notes on the State of Virginia. Though Jefferson had died three years before the publication of the Appeal, Walker struc- tured much of his text as a debate with Jefferson, and he hoped to use his text to create black community in the North and the South. To that end, he attempted to smuggle the book into the South with the help of black sailors. The book became notorious for its militant assertion that blacks, when faced with possible enslave- ment, should “kill or be killed.” While the volume appalled and terriSed whites, it inspired black abolitionists such as Henry Highland Garnet (1815– 1882), who in his 1843 “Address to the Slaves” exhorted the slaves to violently resist the masters. But the volume’s main intention was not to push blacks into a race war (unless whites offered no other choice) but to argue for blacks’ rights to U.S. citizenship. In 1848 the Appeal was republished as part of a volume titled Walker’s Appeal, With a Brief Sketch of His Life. By Henry Highland Garnet. And also Garnet’s Address to the Slaves of the United States of America, from which the selection below is taken.

From David Walker’s Appeal in Four Articles

My beloved brethren: The Indians of North and of South America— the Greeks— the Irish subjected under the king of Great Britain— the Jews that ancient people of the Lord— the inhabitants of the islands of the sea— in Sne, all the inhabitants of the earth, (except however, the sons of Africa) are called men, and of course are, and ought to be free. But we, (coloured people) and our children are brutes!! and of course are and ought to be Slaves to the American people and their children forever! to dig their mines and work their farms; and thus go on enriching them, from one generation to another with our blood and our tears!!

I promised in a preceding page to demonstrate to the satisfaction of the most incredulous, that we, (coloured people of these United States of Amer- ica) are the most wretched, degraded and abject set of beings that ever lived since the world began, and that the white Americans having reduced us to the wretched state of slavery, treat us in that condition more cruel (they being an enlightened and christian people) than any heathen nation did any people whom it had reduced to our condition. These afSrmations are so well con- Srmed in the minds of all unprejudiced men who have taken the trouble to read histories, that they need no elucidation from me.

* * * I have been for years troubling the pages of historians to Snd out what our fathers have done to the white Christians of America, to merit such condign punishment as they have in^icted on them, and do continue to in^ict on us their children. But I must aver, that my researches have hitherto been to no effect. I have therefore come to the immovable conclusion, that they (Amer- icans) have, and do continue to punish us for nothing else, but for enriching them and their country. For I cannot conceive of any thing else. Nor will I ever believe otherwise until the Lord shall convince me.

The world knows, that slavery as it existed among the Romans, (which was the primary cause of their destruction) was, comparatively speaking, no more than a cypher, when compared with ours under the Americans.

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Indeed, I should not have noticed the Roman slaves, had not the very learned and penetrating Mr. Jefferson said, “When a master was murdered, all his slaves in the same house or within hearing, were condemned to death.”1— Here let me ask Mr. Jefferson, (but he is gone to answer at the bar of God, for the deeds done in his body while living,) I therefore ask the whole American people, had I not rather die, or be put to death than to be a slave to any tyrant, who takes not only my own, but my wife and children’s lives by the inches? Yea, would I meet death with avidity far! far!! in preference to such servile submission to the murderous hands of tyrants. Mr. Jefferson’s very severe remarks on us have been so extensively argued upon by men whose attainments in literature, I shall never be able to reach, that I would not have meddled with it, were it not to solicit each of my brethren, who has the spirit of a man, to buy a copy of Mr. Jefferson’s “Notes on Virginia,” and put it in the hand of his son. For let no one of us suppose that the refuta- tions which have been written by our white friends are enough— they are whites— we are blacks. We, and the world wish to see the charges of Mr. Jefferson refuted by the blacks themselves, according to their chance: for we must remember that what the whites have written respecting this subject, is other men’s labors and did not emanate from the blacks. I know well, that there are some talents and learning among the coloured people of this coun- try, which we have not a chance to develope, in consequence of oppression; but our oppression ought not to hinder us from acquiring all we can.— For we will have a chance to develope them by and by. God will not suffer us, always to be oppressed. Our sufferings will come to an end, in spite of all the Amer- icans this side of eternity. Then we will want all the learning and talents among ourselves, and perhaps more, to govern ourselves.—“Every dog must have its day,”2 the American’s is coming to an end.

But let us review Mr. Jefferson’s remarks respecting us some further. Comparing our miserable fathers, with the learned phi los o phers of Greece, he says: “Yet notwithstanding these and other discouraging circumstances among the Romans, their slaves were often their rarest artists. They excelled too in science, insomuch as to be usually employed as tutors to their master’s children; Epictetus, Terence and Phædrus, were slaves,— but they were of the race of whites. It is not their condition then, but nature, which has pro- duced the distinction.”3 See this, my brethren!! Do you believe that this assertion is swallowed by millions of the whites? Do you know that Mr. Jef- ferson was one of as great characters as ever lived among the whites? See his writings for the world, and public labors for the United States of America. Do you believe that the assertions of such a man, will pass away into oblivion unobserved by this people and the world? If you do you are much mistaken— See how the American people treat us— have we souls in our bodies? are we men who have any spirits at all? I know that there are many swell- bellied fellows among us whose greatest object is to Sll their stomachs. Such I do not mean— I am after those who know and feel, that we are men as well as other people; to them, I say, that unless we try to refute Mr. Jefferson’s argu- ments respecting us, we will only establish them.

1. See his notes on Virginia [Walker’s note]. 2. Attributed to John Heywood (1497?– 1580?),

En glish writer of proverbs and epigrams. 3. See his notes on Virginia [Walker’s note].

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But the slaves among the Romans. Every body who has read history, knows, that as soon as a slave among the Romans obtained his freedom, he could rise to the greatest eminence in the State, and there was no law instituted to hinder a slave from buying his freedom. Have not the Americans insti- tuted laws to hinder us from obtaining our freedom. Do any deny this charge? Read the laws of Virginia, North Carolina, &c. Further: have not the Americans instituted laws to prohibit a man of colour from obtaining and holding any ofSce what ever, under the government of the United States of America? Now, Mr. Jefferson tells us that our condition is not so hard, as the slaves were under the Romans!!!!

It is time for me to bring this article to a close. But before I close it, I must observe to my brethren that at the close of the Srst Revolution in this country with Great Britain, there were but thirteen States in the Union, now there are twenty- four, most of which are slave- holding States, and the whites are dragging us around in chains and hand- cuffs to their new States and Territories to work their mines and farms, to enrich them and their children, and millions of them believing Srmly that we being a little darker than they, were made by our creator to be an inheritance to them and their children forever— the same as a parcel of brutes!!

Are we men!!— I ask you, O my brethren! are we MEN? Did our creator make us to be slaves to dust and ashes like ourselves? Are they not dying worms as well as we? Have they not to make their appearance before the tribunal of heaven, to answer for the deeds done in the body, as well as we? Have we any other master but Jesus Christ alone? Is he not their master as well as ours?— What right then, have we to obey and call any other master, but Himself? How we could be so submissive to a gang of men, whom we cannot tell whether they are as good as ourselves or not, I never could con- ceive. However, this is shut up with the Lord and we cannot precisely tell— but I declare, we judge men by their works.

The whites have always been an unjust, jealous unmerciful, avaricious and blood thirsty set of beings, always seeking after power and authority.— We view them all over the confederacy of Greece, where they were Srst known to be any thing, (in consequence of education) we see them there, cutting each other’s throats— trying to subject each other to wretchedness and mis- ery, to effect which they used all kinds of deceitful, unfair and unmerciful means. We view them next in Rome, where the spirit of tyranny and deceit rated still higher.— We view them in Gaul, Spain and in Britain— in Sne, we view them all over Eu rope, together with what were scattered about in Asia and Africa, as heathens, and we see them acting more like dev ils than accountable men. But some may ask, did not the blacks of Africa, and the mulattoes of Asia, go on in the same way as did the whites of Eu rope. I answer no— they never were half so avaricious, deceitful and unmerciful as the whites, according to their knowledge.

But we will leave the whites or Eu ro pe ans as heathens and take a view of them as christians, in which capacity we see them as cruel, if not more so than ever. In fact, take them as a body, they are ten times more cruel, avari- cious and unmerciful than ever they were; for while they were heathens they were bad enough it is true, but it is positively a fact that they were not quite so audacious as to go and take vessel loads of men, women and children,

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and in cold blood and through dev ilishness, throw them into the sea, and murder them in all kind of ways. While they were heathens, they were too ignorant for such barbarity. But being christians, enlightened and sensible, they are completely prepared for such hellish cruelties. Now suppose God were to give them more sense, what would they do. If it were possible would they not dethrone Jehovah and seat themselves upon his throne? I there- fore, in the name and fear of the Lord God of heaven and of earth, divested of prejudice either on the side of my colour or that of the whites, advance my suspicion, whether they are as good by nature as we are or not. Their actions, since they were known as a people, have been the reverse, I do indeed suspect them, but this, as I before observed, is shut up with the Lord, we can- not exactly tell, it will be proved in succeeding generations.

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SAMUEL E. CORNISH AND JOHN B. RUSSWURM

I n March 1827, the New York Presbyterian minister Samuel Cornish (1795–1858) and the Jamaican- born John Russwurm (1799–1851), a classmate of Nathaniel Hawthorne’s at Bowdoin College, established the Srst African American newspaper, Freedom’s Journal, in New York City. This was a promising time for such a newspaper, for July 4, 1827, saw the ofScial end of slavery in New York State. In their editorial statement “To Our Patrons,” published in the newspaper’s Srst issue of March 16, 1827 (the source of the text below), Cornish and Russwurm underscored just how impor tant it was for African Americans to be able to plead their “own cause” in their own newspaper. Over the two years of the life of the newspaper, the editors printed essays, po liti cal treatises, Sction, and poetry by African American writers; and over the next several de cades, African American newspapers such as the Colored Ameri- can (1838–42), the North Star (1847–51), Frederick Douglass’ Paper (1851–59), and the Weekly Anglo- African (1859–62) provided impor tant print forums for the devel- opment of black writing in the United States. David Walker published in Freedom’s Journal and helped to distribute it; James WhitSeld published his poetry in a number of black journals; Martin Delany had a short- lived newspaper called the Mystery (1843); and Frederick Douglass developed a more in de pen dent voice once he broke from William Lloyd Garrison and began to articulate his own perspectives in the North Star, which he coedited with Delany. As scholars have come to realize, some of the most vital African American writing of the nineteenth century can be found in black newspapers and journals.

To Our Patrons

In presenting our Srst number to our Patrons, we feel all the difSdence of persons entering upon a new and untried line of business. But a moment’s re^ection upon the noble objects, which we have in view by the publication

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of this Journal; the expediency of its appearance at this time, when so many schemes are in action concerning our people— encourage us to come boldly before an enlightened publick. For we believe, that a paper devoted to the dissemination of useful knowledge among our brethren, and to their moral and religious improvement, must meet with the cordial approbation of every friend to humanity.

The peculiarities of this Journal, render it impor tant that we should advertise to the world the motives by which we are actuated, and the objects which we contemplate.

We wish to plead our own cause. Too long have others spoken for us. Too long has the publick been deceived by misrepre sen ta tions, in things which concern us dearly, though in the estimation of some mere tri^es; for though there are many in society who exercise towards us benevolent feelings; still (with sorrow we confess it) there are others who make it their business to enlarge upon the least tri^e, which tends to the discredit of any person or colour; and pronounce anathemas and denounce our whole body for the mis- conduct of this guilty one. We are aware that there are many instances of vice among us, but we avow that it is because no one has taught its subjects to be virtuous: many instances of poverty, because no sufScient efforts accommo- dated to minds contracted by slavery, and deprived of early education have been made, to teach them how to husband their hard earnings, and to secure to themselves comforts.

Education being an object of the highest importance to the welfare of society, we shall endeavour to pres ent just and adequate views of it, and to urge upon our brethren the necessity and expediency of training their children, while young, to habits of industry, and thus forming them for becoming useful members of society. It is surely time that we should awake from this lethargy of years, and make a concentrated effort for the educa- tion of our youth. We form a spoke in the human wheel, and it is necessary that we should understand our dependence on the dif fer ent parts, and theirs on us, in order to perform our part with propriety.

Though not desirous of dictating, we shall feel it our incumbent duty to dwell occasionally upon the general princi ples and rules of economy. The world has grown too enlightened, to estimate any man’s character by his per- sonal appearance. Though all men acknowledge the excellency of Franklin’s maxims,1 yet comparatively few practise upon them. We may deplore when it is too late, the neglect of these self evident truths, but it avails little to mourn. Ours will be the task of admonishing our brethren on these points.

The civil rights of a people being of the greatest value, it shall ever be our duty to vindicate our brethren, when oppressed, and to lay the case before the publick. We shall also urge upon our brethren (who are qualiSed by the laws of the dif fer ent states) the expediency of using their elective franchise; and of making an in de pen dent use of the same. We wish them not to become the tools of party.

And as much time is frequently lost, and wrong princi ples instilled, by the perusal of works of trivial importance, we shall consider it a part of our duty to recommend to our young readers, such authors as will not only enlarge

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1. The maxims about self- help of Benjamin Franklin (1706–1790), which can be found in Poor Rich- ard’s Almanac (1732–58) and his posthumously published Autobiography.

their stock of useful knowledge, but such as will also serve to stimulate them to higher attainments in science.

We trust also, that through the columns of the FREEDOM’S JOUR- NAL, many practical pieces, having for their bases, the improvement of our brethren, will be presented to them, from the pens of many of our respected friends, who have kindly promised their assistance.

It is our earnest wish to make our Journal a medium of intercourse between our brethren in the dif fer ent states of this great confederacy: that through its columns an expression of our sentiments, on many in ter est ing subjects which concern us, may be offered to the publick: that plans which apparently are beneScial may be candidly discussed and properly weighed; if worthy, receive our cordial approbation; if not, our marked disapprobation.

Useful knowledge of every kind, and every thing that relates to Africa, shall Snd a ready admission into our columns; and as that vast continent becomes daily more known, we trust that many things will come to light, proving that the natives of it are neither so ignorant nor stupid as they have generally been supposed to be.

And while these impor tant subjects shall occupy the columns of the FREEDOM’S JOURNAL, we would not be unmindful of our brethren who are still in the iron fetters of bondage. They are our kindred by all the ties of nature; and though but little can be effected by us, still let our sympa- thies be poured forth, and our prayers in their behalf, ascend to Him who is able to succour them.

From the press and the pulpit we have suffered much by being incorrectly represented. Men whom we equally love and admire have not hesitated to represent us disadvantagously, without becoming personally acquainted with the true state of things, nor discerning between virtue and vice among us. The virtuous part of our people feel themselves sorely aggrieved under the existing state of things— they are not appreciated.

Our vices and our degradation are ever arrayed against us, but our vir- tues are passed by unnoticed. And what is still more la men ta ble, our friends, to whom we concede all the princi ples of humanity and religion, from these very causes seem to have fallen into the current of popu lar feel- ing and are imperceptibly ^oating on the stream— actually living in the practice of prejudice, while they abjure it in theory, and feel it not in their hearts. Is it not very desirable that such should know more of our actual condition, and of our efforts and feelings, that in forming or advocating plans for our amelioration, they may do it more understandingly? In the spirit of candor and humility we intend by a simple repre sen ta tion of facts to lay our case before the publick, with a view to arrest the pro gress of preju- dice, and to shield ourselves against the consequent evils. We wish to con- ciliate all and to irritate none, yet we must be Srm and unwavering in our princi ples, and persevering in our efforts.

If ignorance, poverty and degradation have hitherto been our unhappy lot; has the Eternal decree gone forth, that our race alone, are to remain in this state, while knowledge and civilization are shedding their enlivening rays over the rest of the human family? The recent travels of Denham and Clapperton in the interior of Africa, and the in ter est ing narrative which they have published; the establishment of the republic of Hayti after years of sanguinary warfare; its subsequent pro gress in all the arts of civilization;

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and the advancement of liberal ideas in South Amer i ca, where despotism has given place to free governments, and where many of our brethren now Sll impor tant civil and military stations, prove the contrary.2

The in ter est ing fact that there are FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND free persons of colour, one half of whom might peruse, and the whole be bene- Sted by the publication of the Journal; that no publication, as yet, has been devoted exclusively to their improvement— that many se lections from approved standard authors, which are within the reach of few, may occa- sionally be made— and more impor tant still, that this large body of our citi- zens have no public channel— all serve to prove the real necessity, at pres ent, for the appearance of the FREEDOM’S JOURNAL.

It shall ever be our desire to conduct the editorial department of our paper as to give offence to none of our patrons; as nothing is farther from us than to make it the advocate of any partial views, either in politics or religion. What few days we can number, have been devoted to the improve- ment of our brethren; and it is our earnest wish that the remainder may be spent in the same delightful ser vice.

In conclusion, what ever concerns us as a people, will ever Snd a ready admission into the FREEDOM’S JOURNAL, interwoven with all the prin- cipal news of the day.

And while every thing in our power shall be performed to support the character of our Journal, we would respectfully invite our numerous friends to assist by their communications, and our coloured brethren to strengthen our hands by their subscriptions, as our labour is one of common cause, and worthy of their consideration and support. And we do most earnestly solicit the latter, that if at any time we should seem to be zealous, or too pointed in the inculcation of any impor tant lesson, they will remember, that they are equally interested in the cause in which we are engaged, and attribute our zeal to the peculiarities of our situation, and our earnest enga- gedness in their well- being.

THE EDITORS

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2. References to the Central and South American in de pen dence movements in which vari ous coun- tries broke from Spanish rule during the 1810s and  1820s. Haiti emerged as an in de pen dent nation in 1804, after breaking from France in a violent war lasting several years. “Denham and

Clapperton”: the En glish soldier Dixon Denham (1786–1828) and the Scottish naval ofScer Bain Hugh Clapperton (1788–1827) published their Narrative of Travels and Discoveries in Northern and Central Africa in the Years 1822, 1823, and 1824 in 1826.

WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON

Born in Newburyport, Massachusetts, the white abolitionist William Lloyd Garri-son (1805– 1879) worked on the antislavery newspaper the Genius of Universal Emancipation during the late 1820s. In 1831 he established his own antislavery news- paper, the Liberator, which— published in Boston from January 1831 to December 1865— became the most in^uential antislavery newspaper of the time. The only near

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competitors were Frederick Douglass’s the North Star and Frederick Douglass’ Paper. In his newspaper editorials and other writings, Garrison advocated moral persuasion over violence, condemned the Constitution as a proslavery document, rejected union with slaveholders, and— most important— called for the immediate (not gradual) emancipation of the slaves. In 1833 he or ga nized the American Anti- Slavery Society, which remained one of the most effective antislavery organizations of the period. Under its auspices, he published Douglass’s Narrative in 1845; but Douglass broke with him around 1850 when he became convinced that Garrison’s view of the Consti- tution as a proslavery document was incorrect. Garrison’s antislavery activities, par- ticularly the publication of his newspaper, infuriated Southerners and contributed to the increasingly heated sectional tensions of the antebellum period. That Nat Turn- er’s bloody slave rebellion in Southampton, Virginia, occurred just months after Gar- rison began publishing the Liberator was not lost on his southern critics, who called for the suppression of the newspaper and other antislavery publications. In the edito- rial “To the Public,” which appeared in the January 1, 1831, inaugural issue of the Liberator, the source of the selection printed here, Garrison invokes the Declaration of In de pen dence of the Southerner Jefferson to argue for the need to fulSll the man- date of the American Revolution by bringing equality to all.

To the Public

In the month of August, I issued proposals for publishing “The Liberator” in Washington city; but the enterprise, though hailed in different sections of the country, was palsied by public indifference. Since that time, the removal of the Genius of Universal Emancipation1 to the Seat of Government has rendered less imperious the establishment of a similar periodical in that quarter.

During my recent tour for the purpose of exciting the minds of the people by a series of discourses on the subject of slavery, every place that I visited gave fresh evidence of the fact, that a greater revolution in public sentiment was to be effected in the free states—and particularly in New- England— than at the south. I found contempt more bitter, opposition more active, detraction more relentless, prejudice more stubborn, and apathy more fro- zen, than among slave own ers themselves. Of course, there were individual exceptions to the contrary. This state of things af^icted, but did not dis- hearten me. I determined, at every hazard, to lift up the standard of eman- cipation in the eyes of the nation, within sight of Bunker Hill2 and in the birth place of liberty. That standard is now unfurled; and long may it ^oat unhurt by the spoliations of time or the missiles of a desperate foe— yea, till every chain be broken, and every bondman set free! Let southern oppres- sors tremble— let their secret abettors tremble— let their northern apolo- gists tremble— let all the enemies of the persecuted blacks tremble.

I deem the publication of my original Prospectus unnecessary, as it has obtained a wide circulation. The principles therein inculcated will be steadily pursued in this paper, excepting that I shall not array myself as the po liti cal

1. An antislavery newspaper edited by Benjamin Lundy (1789– 1839). Garrison served as an editor from 1829 to 1830.

2. The site of a famous Revolutionary War battle in Boston on June 17, 1775.

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partisan of any man. In defending the great cause of human rights, I wish to derive the assistance of all religions and of all parties.

Assenting to the “self- evident truth” maintained in the American Decla- ration of In de pen dence, “that all men are created equal, and endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights— among which are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness,” I shall strenuously contend for the immedi- ate enfranchisement of our slave population. In Park- street Church, on the Fourth of July, 1829, in an address on slavery, I unre^ectingly assented to the pop u lar but pernicious doctrine of gradual abolition. I seize this opportunity to make a full and unequivocal recantation, and thus publicly to ask pardon of my God, of my country, and of my brethren the poor slaves, for having uttered a sentiment so full of timidity, injustice and absurdity. A similar recantation, from my pen, was published in the Genius of Universal Eman- cipation at Baltimore, in September, 1829. My conscience is now satisSed.

I am aware, that many object to the severity of my language; but is there not cause for severity? I will be as harsh as truth, and as uncompromising as justice. On this subject, I do not wish to think, or speak, or write, with moderation. No! no! Tell a man whose house is on Sre, to give a moderate alarm; tell him to moderately rescue his wife from the hands of the ravisher; tell the mother to gradually extricate her babe from the Sre into which it has fallen;— but urge me not to use moderation in a cause like the present. I am in earnest— I will not equivocate— I will not excuse— I will not retreat a single inch—and I will be heard. The apathy of the people is enough to make every statue leap from its pedestal, and to hasten the resurrection of the dead.

It is pretended, that I am retarding the cause of emancipation by the coarseness of my invective, and the precipitancy of my mea sures. The charge is not true. On this question my in^uence,— humble as it is,— is felt at this moment to a considerable extent, and shall be felt in coming years— not perniciously, but beneScially— not as a curse, but as a blessing; and posterity will bear testimony that I was right. I desire to thank God, that he enables me to disregard “the fear of man which bringeth a snare,”3 and to speak his truth in its simplicity and power. And here I close with this fresh dedication:

The Liberator. Detail from the masthead of Garrison’s antislavery paper, May 28, 1831.

3. Proverbs 29.25.

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Oppression! I have seen thee, face to face, And met thy cruel eye and cloudy brow; But thy soul- withering glance I fear not now— For dread to prouder feelings doth give place Of deep abhorrence! Scorning the disgrace Of slavish knees that at thy footstool bow I also kneel— but with far other vow Do hail thee and thy hord of hirelings base:— I swear, while life- blood warms my throbbing veins, Still to oppose and thwart, with heart and hand, Thy brutalising sway— till Afric’s chains Are burst, and Freedom rules the rescued land,— Trampling Oppression and his iron rod: Such is the vow I take—so help me god!4

1831

4. The poem is by Garrison.

ANGELINA E. GRIMKÉ

B orn and raised in a slaveholding family in Charleston, South Carolina, Angelina E. Grimké (1805– 1879) moved to Philadelphia in the 1820s and by the 1830s was a fervent supporter of Garrisonian abolitionism. At a time when women in her social class were expected to remain at home and embrace the private realm of domesticity, she was regarded as a particularly shocking cultural Sgure for her bold- ness in lecturing on abolitionism before mixed audiences of men and women. She found that her work in antislavery led her to champion women’s rights as well. As she remarked in 1838: “The investigation of the rights of the slave has led me to a better understanding of my own.” Other women writers of the period, such as Lydia Maria Child and Margaret Fuller, also saw connections between the causes of anti- slavery and women’s rights. In Appeal to the Christian Women of the South (1836), the source of the selection printed here, Grimké, somewhat in the manner of Har- riet Beecher Stowe in Uncle Tom’s Cabin, urges Southern women to use their in^u- ence within the home to help bring about the end of slavery. Challenging key tenets of the proslavery argument, including the notion that emancipation would lead to a racial war of extermination (an argument that Jefferson made in Notes in the State of Virginia), Grimké in effect calls on Southern women to rebel against their own “enslavement” to patriarchy.

From Appeal to the Christian Women of the South

* * * I have thus, I think, clearly proved to you seven propositions, viz.: First, that slavery is contrary to the declaration of our in de pen dence. Second, that it is contrary to the Srst charter of human rights given to Adam, and renewed to

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Noah. Third, that the fact of slavery having been the subject of prophecy, furnishes no excuse what ever to slavedealers. Fourth, that no such system existed under the patriarchal dispensation. Fifth, that slavery never existed under the Jewish dispensation; but so far otherwise, that every servant was placed under the protection of law, and care taken not only to prevent all involuntary servitude, but all voluntary perpetual bondage. Sixth, that slav- ery in America reduces a man to a thing, a “chattel personal,” robs him of all his rights as a human being, fetters both his mind and body, and protects the master in the most unnatural and unreasonable power, whilst it throws him out of the protection of law. Seventh, that slavery is contrary to the example and precepts of our holy and merciful Redeemer, and of his apostles.

But perhaps you will be ready to query, why appeal to women on this sub- ject? We do not make the laws which perpetuate slavery. No legislative power is vested in us; we can do nothing to overthrow the system, even if we wished to do so. To this I reply, I know you do not make the laws, but I also know that you are the wives and mothers, the sisters and daughters of those who do; and if you really suppose you can do nothing to overthrow slavery, you are greatly mistaken. You can do much in every way: four things I will name. 1st. You can read on this subject. 2d. You can pray over this subject. 3d. You can speak on this subject. 4th You can act on this subject. I have not placed reading before praying, because I regard it more important, but because, in order to pray aright, we must understand what we are praying for; it is only then we can “pray with the understanding and the spirit also.”

1. Read then on the subject of slavery. Search the Scriptures daily, whether the things I have told you are true. Other books and papers might be a great help to you in this investigation, but they are not necessary, and it is hardly probable that your Committees of Vigilance1 will allow you to have any other. The Bible then is the book I want you to read in the spirit of inquiry, and the spirit of prayer. Even the enemies of Abolitionists, acknowledge that their doctrines are drawn from it. In the great mob in Boston,2 last autumn, when the books and papers of the Anti- Slavery Society, were thrown out of the windows of their ofSce, one individual laid hold of the Bible and was about tossing it out to the ground, when another reminded him that it was the Bible he had in his hand. “O! ’tis all one,” he replied, and out went the sacred volume, along with the rest. We thank him for the ac know ledg ment. Yes, “it is all one,” for our books and papers are mostly commentaries on the Bible, and the Declaration. Read the Bible then, it contains the words of Jesus, and they are spirit and life. Judge for yourselves whether he sanctioned such a system of oppression and crime.

2. Pray over this subject. When you have entered into your closets, and shut to the doors, then pray to your father, who seeth in secret, that he would open your eyes to see whether slavery is sinful, and if it is, that he would enable you to bear a faithful, open and unshrinking testimony against it, and to do whatsoever your hands Snd to do, leaving the consequences entirely to him, who still says to us whenever we try to reason away duty from the fear of consequences, “What is that to thee, follow thou me.”3 Pray also for that

1. Groups of Southern whites who attempted to suppress abolitionist writings. 2. In October 1835, a mob attacked William

Lloyd Garrison and the En glish abolitionist George Thompson (1804– 1878). 3. John 21.22.

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poor slave, that he may be kept patient and submissive under his hard lot, until God is pleased to open the door of freedom to him without violence or bloodshed. Pray too for the master that his heart may be softened, and he made willing to acknowledge, as Joseph’s brethren did, “Verily we are guilty concerning our brother,” before he will be compelled to add in consequence of Divine judgment, “therefore is all this evil come upon us.” 4 Pray also for all your brethren and sisters who are laboring in the righ teous cause of Emancipation in the Northern States, En gland and the world. There is great encouragement for prayer in these words of our Lord. “Whatsoever ye shall ask the Father in my name, he will give it to you”5— Pray then without ceas- ing, in the closet and the social circle.

3. Speak on this subject. It is through the tongue, the pen, and the press, that truth is principally propagated. Speak then to your relatives, your friends, your acquaintances on the subject of slavery; be not afraid if you are conscien- tiously convinced it is sinful, to say so openly, but calmly, and to let your senti- ments be known. If you are served by the slaves of others, try to ameliorate their condition as much as possible; never aggravate their faults, and thus add fuel to the Sre of anger already kindled, in a master and mistress’s bosom; remember their extreme ignorance, and consider them as your Heavenly Father does the less culpable on this account, even when they do wrong things. Discountenance all cruelty to them, all starvation, all corporal chastisement; these may brutalize and break their spirits, but will never bend them to will- ing, cheerful obedience. If possible, see that they are comfortably and season- ably fed, whether in the house or the Seld; it is unreasonable and cruel to expect slaves to wait for their breakfast until eleven o’clock, when they rise at Sve or six. Do all you can, to induce their own ers to clothe them well, and to allow them many little indulgences which would contribute to their comfort. Above all, try to persuade your husband, father, brothers and sons, that slavery is a crime against God and man, and that it is a great sin to keep human beings in such abject ignorance; to deny them the privilege of learning to read and write. The Catholics are universally condemned, for denying the Bible to the

4. Cf. Genesis 42.21. 5. John 16.23.

“Am I not a Woman . . . ? ” In the early nineteenth century, British antislavery advocates pop u lar ized the image of the kneeling slave, with the caption “Am I not a Man and a Brother?” This image from George Bourne’s Slavery Illustrated in Its Effects upon Women (1837) suggests the increasing intercon- nections between antislavery and the campaign for women’s rights.

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common people, but, slaveholders must not blame them, for they are doing the very same thing, and for the very same reason, neither of these systems can bear the light which bursts from the pages of that Holy Book. And lastly, endeavour to inculcate submission on the part of the slaves, but whilst doing this be faithful in pleading the cause of the oppressed.

“Will you behold unheeding, Life’s holiest feelings crushed, Where woman’s heart is bleeding, Shall woman’s voice be hushed?” 6

4. Act on this subject. Some of you own slaves yourselves. If you believe slavery is sinful, set them at liberty, “undo the heavy burdens and let the oppressed go free.”7 If they wish to remain with you, pay them wages, if not let them leave you. Should they remain teach them, and have them taught the common branches of an En glish education; they have minds and those minds, ought to be improved. So precious a talent as intellect, never was given to be wrapt in a napkin and buried in the earth. It is the duty of all, as far as they can, to improve their own mental faculties, because we are commanded to love God with all our minds, as well as with all our hearts, and we commit a great sin, if we forbid or prevent that cultivation of the mind in others, which would enable them to perform this duty.

1836

6. From “Think of Our Country’s Glory,” by Eliz- abeth Margaret Chandler (1807– 1834), in Poetical

Works (1836). 7. Isaiah 58.6.

SOJOURNER TRUTH

B orn a slave in Ulster County in upstate New York, Sojourner Truth (1797– 1883) emerged as one of the nation’s most ^amboyant advocates of the rights of Afri- can Americans and women. At least Sve of her children were sold into slavery before New York State abolished slavery in 1827, and though she never learned to read or write, she successfully sued for the return of one of her sons in 1829. In 1843 she had a visionary experience that left her convinced God wanted her to speak the truth about the evils of Americans’ sins against blacks and women. Like Angelina Grimké, she regularly spoke before mixed audiences of men and women, presenting the causes of antislavery and women’s rights as inextricably intertwined. With the publication of the Narrative of Sojourner Truth in 1850, a life history that she dictated to Oliver Gilbert, she gained even greater renown. Harriet Beecher Stowe regarded Truth an inspiring example of the black Christian woman as anti- patriarchal reformer, and she was not alone in being in^uenced by newspaper reports of Truth’s dramatic speeches. In the summer of 1851, Truth addressed a women’s rights convention in Akron, Ohio. The account that follows is from the June 21, 1851, issue of the Anti- Slavery Bugle.

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Speech to the Women’s Rights Convention in Akron, Ohio, 1851

One of the most unique and interesting speeches of the Convention was made by Sojourner Truth, an emancipated slave. It is impossible to transfer it to paper, or convey any adequate idea of the effect it produced upon the audience. Those only can appreciate it who saw her powerful form, her whole- souled, earnest gestures, and listened to her strong and truthful tones. She came for- ward to the platform and addressing the President said with great simplicity:

May I say a few words? Receiving an afSrmative answer, she proceeded: I want to say a few words about this matter. I am a woman’s rights. I have as much muscle as any man, and can do as much work as any man. I have plowed and reaped and husked and chopped and mowed, and can any man do more than that? I have heard much about the sexes being equal; I can carry as much as any man, and can cut as much too, if I can get it. I am as strong as any man that is now. As for intellect, all I can say is, if woman have a pint and man a quart— why cant she have her little pint full? You need not be afraid to give us our rights for fear we will take too much,— for we cant take more than our pint’ll hold. The poor men seem to be all in confusion, and dont know what to do. Why children, if you have woman’s rights give it to her and you will feel better. You will have your own rights, and they wont be so much trouble. I cant read, but I can hear. I have heard the bible and have learned that Eve caused man to sin. Well if woman upset the world, do give her a chance to set it rightside up again. The Lady has spoken about Jesus, how he never spurned woman from him, and she was right. When Lazarus1 died, Mary and Martha came to him with faith and love and besought him to raise their brother. And Jesus wept— and Lazarus came forth. And how came Jesus into the world? Through God who created him and woman who bore him. Man, where is your part? But the women are coming up blessed be God and a few of the men are coming up with them. But man is in a tight place, the poor slave is on him, woman is coming on him, and he is surely between a hawk and a buzzard.

1851

1. Restored to life by Jesus (John 11.1– 44).

JAMES M. WHITFIELD

B orn free in Exeter, New Hampshire, James M. WhitSeld (1822– 1871) moved in the late 1830s to Buffalo, New York, where he soon became a leader of Buffalo’s African American community. A barber by trade, he participated in black reading societies and helped to or ga nize antislavery protests, where he often recited his poetry. While attending African American conventions in the late 1840s and early 1850s, he met a number of more nationally based African American leaders,

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including Frederick Douglass and Martin Delany. In 1853 James S. Leavitt of Buf- falo published WhitSeld’s only book of poems, America and Other Poems, which was dedicated to Delany. Douglass, for his part, had previously published several of WhitSeld’s poems in the North Star and Frederick Douglass’ Paper, and he printed a favorable review of America in the July 15, 1853, issue of Frederick Douglass’ Paper. However, around that time WhitSeld and Douglass broke on the matter of black emigration. WhitSeld accepted Delany’s view that blacks should consider emigrating to Central America (see the selection by Delany), while Douglass wanted blacks to work for equality and citizenship within the United States. A debate between Whit- Seld and Douglass’s associate editors appeared over several issues of Frederick Dou- glass’ Paper and was reprinted in Arguments, Pro and Con, on the Call for a National Emigration Convention (1854). Although there is evidence that WhitSeld consid- ered emigrating to Haiti in 1859 or 1860, instead he moved to San Francisco in 1861, where he continued to work as a barber and write poetry. At an anniversary celebration of the Emancipation Proclamation in 1867, WhitSeld read his poetry to the thousands of attendees at San Francisco’s Platt’s Hall.

WhitSeld’s America offers a complex view of the United States and of “America” itself, with poems about U.S. leaders, such as the antislavery advocate and sixth president John Quincy Adams, and other poems about black rebels of the Americas, such as Cinque, who led the famous 1839 slave revolt on the Cuban slave ship Amis- tad. The volume also includes an ode on the unfulSlled promises of the Fourth of July and the poem printed below on West Indies emancipation, which WhitSeld initially read at a First of August celebration in Buffalo in 1849. For many African Americans, En gland’s declaration on August 1, 1834, of the abolition of slavery in the British West Indies (which includes the present- day Ca rib be an nations of Jamaica, Barbados, Antigua, Guyana, and many others) offered an occasion for mass celebrations in the United States that expressed diasporic longings for black free- dom throughout the Americas. The poem is taken from America (1853), which is reprinted in The Works of James M. Whit"eld (2011), ed. Robert S. Levine and Ivy G. Wilson.

Stanzas for the First of August

From bright West Indies’ sunny seas, Comes, borne upon the balmy breeze, The joyous shout, the gladsome tone, Long in those bloody isles unknown, Bearing across the heaving wave 5 The song of the unfettered slave.

No charging squadrons shook the ground, When freedom here her claims obtained; No cannon, with tremendous sound, The noble patriot’s cause maintained: 10 No furious battle- charger neighed, No brother fell by brother’s blade.

None of those desperate scenes of strife, Which mark the warrior’s proud career, The awful waste of human life, 15 Have ever been enacted here;

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But truth and justice spoke from heaven, And slavery’s galling chain was riven.

’T was moral force which broke the chain, That bound eight hundred thousand men; 20 And when we see it snapped in twain, Shall we not join in praises then?— And prayers unto Almighty God, Who smote to earth the tyrant’s rod?

And from those islands of the sea, 25 The scenes of blood and crime and wrong, The glorious anthem of the free, Now swells in mighty chorus strong; Telling th’ oppressed, where’er they roam, Those islands now are freedom’s home. 30

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MARTIN R. DELANY

D uring the antebellum period, a number of African American leaders argued that the United States would forever remain a nation of slavery and white supremacy and that beneath the contradictions in Jefferson’s vision lay the reality that he and others among the nation’s found ers never intended for blacks to become citizens of the new republic. Angered and disillusioned by the Compromise of 1850, with its infamous Fugitive Slave Act requiring all citizens to assist in returning escaped slaves to their “own ers,” the black Pittsburgh leader Martin R. Delany (1812– 1885) broke with his friend Frederick Douglass, with whom he had co- edited the antislavery newspaper the North Star, and began to call for African American emigration. In 1854 he convened a National Emigration Convention of Colored People in Cleveland; his address at the convention, “Po liti cal Destiny,” coun- seled African Americans to emigrate to Central or South America or to the Ca rib- be an. His emigrationist vision inspired a number of African Americans, including William Wells Brown, who, in the wake of the Supreme Court’s 1857 Dred Scott decision declaring that blacks could never become citizens of the United States, advocated African American emigration to Haiti. During the late 1850s and early 1860s, Delany worked on an initiative to establish a black colony in Africa; he also serialized a novel, Blake (1859, 1861–62), which focused on black insurrectionism in the Americas. With the outbreak of the Civil War, however, most black emigrationists, including Delany and Wells Brown, soon committed themselves to the Union cause, which they regarded as the cause of antislavery. Delany himself became the Srst black major in the Union Army. For the remainder of his life, however, he remained tempted by the prospect of black emigration to Africa. The text of his 1854 emigrationist speech is taken from Proceedings of the National Emigration Convention of Colored People (1854).

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From Po liti cal Destiny of the Colored Race on the American Continent

* * * Let it then be understood, as a great principle of po liti cal economy, that no people can be free who themselves do not constitute an essential part of the ruling element of the country in which they live. Whether this element be founded upon a true or false, a just or an unjust basis; this position in com- munity is necessary to personal safety. The liberty of no man is secure, who controls not his own po liti cal destiny. What is true of an individual, is true of a family; and that which is true of a family, is also true concerning a whole people. To suppose otherwise, is that delusion which at once induces its victim, through a period of long suffering, patiently to submit to every species of wrong; trusting against probability, and hoping against all reason- able grounds of expectation, for the granting of privileges and enjoyment of rights, which never will be attained. This delusion reveals the true secret of the power which holds in peaceable subjection, all the oppressed in every part of the world.

A people, to be free, must necessarily be their own rulers: that is, each individual must, in himself, embody the essential ingredient— so to speak— of the sovereign principle which composes the true basis of his liberty. This prin- ciple, when not exercised by himself, may, at his plea sure, be delegated to another— his true representative.

Said a great French writer: “A free agent, in a free government, should be his own governor;” 1 that is, he must possess within himself the acknowledged right to govern: this constitutes him a governor, though he may delegate to another the power to govern himself.

No one, then, can delegate to another a power he never possessed; that is, he cannot give an agency in that which he never had a right. Consequently, the colored man in the United States, being deprived of the right of inherent sover- eignty, cannot confer a suffrage, because he possesses none to confer. There- fore, where there is no suffrage, there can neither be freedom nor safety for the disfranchised. And it is a futile hope to suppose that the agent of another’s concerns will take a proper interest in the affairs of those to whom he is under no obligations. Having no favors to ask or expect, he therefore has none to lose.

In other periods and parts of the world— as in Eu rope and Asia— the people being of one common, direct origin of race, though established on the presumption of difference by birth, or what was termed blood, yet the distinction between the superior classes and common people, could only be marked by the difference, in the dress and education of the two classes. To effect this, the interposition of government was necessary; consequently, the costume and education of the people became a subject of legal restriction, guarding carefully against the privileges of the common people.

In Rome, the Patrician and Plebeian were orders in the ranks of her people— all of whom were termed citizens (cives)— recognized by the laws of the country; their dress and education being determined by law, the better to

1. The most likely source is Principles of Politics (1815), by Benjamin Constant (1767– 1830), French- Swiss po liti cal theorist.

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2. Exodus 12.21– 23 describes Moses instructing the Israelites to put the blood of the lamb just above their doorposts so God would know not to smite them.

Sx the distinction. In different parts of Eu rope, at the present day, if not the same, the distinction among the people is similar, only on a modiSed— and in some kingdoms— probably more tolerant or deceptive policy.

In the United States, our degradation being once— as it has in a hundred instances been done— legally determined, our color is sufScient, in de pen- dently of costume, education, or other distinguishing marks, to keep up that distinction.

In Eu rope, when an inferior is elevated to the rank of equality with the superior class, the law Srst comes to his aid, which, in its decrees, entirely destroys his identity as an inferior, leaving no trace of his former condition visible.

In the United States, among the whites, their color is made, by law and custom, the mark of distinction and superiority; while the color of the blacks is a badge of degradation, acknowledged by statute, organic law, and the common consent of the people.

With this view of the case— which we hold to be correct— to elevate to equality the degraded subject of law and custom, it can only be done, as in Eu rope, by an entire destruction of the identity of the former condition of the applicant. Even were this desirable— which we by no means admit— with the deep seated prejudices engendered by oppression, with which we have to contend, ages incalculable might reasonably be expected to roll around, before this could honorably be accomplished; otherwise, we should encour- age and at once commence an indiscriminate concubinage and immoral commerce, of our mothers, sisters, wives and daughters, revolting to think of, and a physical curse to humanity.

If this state of things be to succeed, then, as in Egypt, under the dread of the inscrutable approach of the destroying angel, to appease the hatred of our oppressors, as a license to the passions of every white, let the lintel of each door of every black man, be stained with the blood of virgin purity and unsullied matron Sdelity. Let it be written along the cornice in capitals, “The will of the white man is the rule of my house hold.”2 Remove the protec- tion to our chambers and nurseries, that the places once sacred may hence- forth become the unrestrained resort of the vagrant and rabble, always provided that the licensed commissioner of lust shall wear the indisputable impress of a white skin.

But we have fully discovered and comprehended the great po liti cal disease with which we are affected, the cause of its origin and continuance; and what is now left for us to do is to discover and apply a sovereign remedy— a healing balm to a sorely diseased body— a wrecked but not entirely shattered system. We propose for this disease a remedy. That remedy is Emigration. This Emi- gration should be well advised, and like remedies applied to remove the dis- ease from the physical system of man, skillfully and carefully applied, within the proper time, directed to operate on that part of the system, whose great- est tendency shall be, to beneSt the whole.

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HARRIET BEECHER STOWE 1811–1896

T he author of the best- selling novel of the pre– Civil War period, Harriet Beecher Stowe was born in LitchSeld, Connecticut, the seventh child and fourth daugh- ter of Lyman Beecher, an eminent evangelical Calvinist minister, and Roxana Foote Beecher. After bearing two more children, Roxana died when Harriet was four; typi- cally for this era, Lyman remarried quickly. Harriet Beecher found her stepmother aloof and overly formal, and continued to grieve for her mother. The family eventually numbered thirteen children, among whom Harriet was especially close to her brothers Henry Ward (1813– 1887) and Charles (1815– 1900), her sister Catharine (1800– 1878), and her half- sister Isabella (1822– 1907). Profoundly in^uenced by Lyman Beecher’s ambitions to shape the nation along the lines of his Protestant evangeli- cal vision, many of the children grew up to take on leadership roles in the culture. The men became ministers; the women became writers, teachers, and reformers. Catharine was a pioneer in women’s education and teacher training; Isabella turned to suffragism and women’s rights; Harriet wrote the most in^uential antislavery novel in the nation’s history.

Between 1819 and 1824, Harriet Beecher studied at Sarah Pierce’s LitchSeld Female Academy, one of the earliest schools in the nation to offer serious academic training to women. Pierce (1806– 1863) believed that properly trained women were ultimately destined (as she phrased it in a commencement address) to “instruct and enlighten the world.” In 1823, Catharine Beecher, who had also attended Pierce’s school, joined with another sister, Mary, to found a girls’ academy in Hartford, Con- necticut. Harriet Beecher began to study there in 1824 and became a teacher at the academy in 1827.

In 1832 the Beecher family moved to Cincinnati, where Lyman Beecher assumed the presidency of the new Lane Theological Seminary, convinced of the importance of doing Protestant evangelical work in the western states. Working with her father and her sister Harriet, Catharine Beecher founded the Western Female Institute in order to train “Protestant young women” to teach the children of farmers and work- ers in the burgeoning schools of the Midwest. Although the Beechers regretted leaving their beloved New En gland, they became part of an active home- based cul- tural life (scholars call this a “parlor culture”) in Cincinnati, at that time the largest city in the West. Harriet Beecher began to write short stories in 1834. That same year she became acutely aware of the controversy over slavery when a number of Lane students, including the soon-to-be prominent abolitionist Theodore Dwight Weld, rebelled against Lyman Beecher’s lukewarm antislavery position— he supported ship- ping free American blacks to a colony in Africa— and withdrew from the seminary.

In 1836, a year that saw major antiabolitionist riots in Cincinnati, Harriet Beecher married Calvin Stowe, a professor of biblical literature at Lane who was one of the best Hebrew scholars of his day. Because his salary was small and the Stowes began to rear a large family very quickly— twin girls (Eliza and Harriet) were born in 1836, a son (Henry) in 1838— Harriet Beecher Stowe continued to write for money even though she found childbirth extremely debilitating. Her Srst book— a collection of stories titled The May#ower— appeared in 1843. Her Srst antislavery sketch, “Immedi- ate Emancipation,” appeared in 1845. The death of her baby boy Samuel, who suc- cumbed to cholera in 1849 before he was a year old, was a great blow and infused her writing with sympathy for people who were helpless in the face of great personal

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loss. Although she had little Srsthand knowledge of slavery, she had become increas- ingly interested in the abolitionist cause; now her deep sorrow forged an emotional link with the oppressed that was to push Uncle Tom’s Cabin far beyond the standard abolitionist tract.

In 1849 Calvin Stowe accepted a position at Bowdoin College, in Maine, and the Stowes moved to New En gland in 1850. (In 1851, when the family moved again, he went to Andover Theological Seminary in Massachusetts.) Passage of the Fugitive Slave Act in 1850— which made it a federal crime to assist an escaping slave— had outraged Harriet Beecher Stowe and many other Northerners, who regarded the new law as having further implicated the North in the practice of slavery. For, if it was now a crime to help escaping slaves anywhere in the nation, one could no longer see slavery as simply a southern institution. Fired by this development, she began writ- ing Uncle Tom’s Cabin, which was serialized during 1851– 52 in the Washington, D.C., weekly antislavery journal, the National Era. In this setting, the novel was well received, but its audience was limited to adherents of the abolitionist cause.

The novel had an entirely different effect when it appeared in book form in 1852. It sold around three thousand copies the day of publication and more than three hundred thousand copies by the end of the year. (Comparable Sgures for today’s population would have to be more than ten times larger.) As a reviewer in the Liter- ary World put it: “No literary work of any character or merit, whether of poetry or prose, or imagination or observation, fancy or fact, truth or Sction, that has ever been written since there have been writers or readers, has ever commanded so great a pop u lar success.” Between 1852 and 1860 it was reprinted in twenty- two lan- guages. The novel helped push abolitionism from the margins to the mainstream, and thus moved the nation closer to Civil War— an outcome that, in fact, Stowe had hoped to avert by her depictions of slave suffering. Her aim had been to inspire volun- tary emancipation by demonstrating the evil and unchristian nature of slavery.

Uncle Tom’s Cabin made Stowe a national and international celebrity. When she traveled to Eu rope in 1853 she was entertained and feted wherever she went. As a means of authenticating aspects of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, she had published the book- length Key to Uncle Tom’s Cabin before setting sail. Over the next several years she met with a number of black abolitionists, including Frederick Douglass, and came to regret that the ending of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, where a number of the novel’s promi- nent black characters choose to emigrate to Africa, seemed to support colonization (the policy of relocating free blacks to Africa). In her next antislavery novel, Dred; A Tale of the Great Dismal Swamp (1856), she depicted slave rebels who, following the death of their leader, made their way to New York and Canada. Though not as pop u- lar as Uncle Tom’s Cabin, the novel nonetheless sold several hundred thousand copies and was praised by the British novelist George Eliot as “rare in both its intensity and range of power.”

As the Civil War approached, Stowe continued to write on behalf of abolition- ism in the New York In de pen dent while turning to novels focused on New En gland culture and history. She made a pioneering contribution to regional writing in such books as The Minister’s Wooing (1859), The Pearl of Orr’s Island (1862), Old- town Folks (1869), and Poganuc People (1878). Much of the power of these novels derives from Stowe’s profoundly ambivalent tributes to the old New En gland character and its ways of life in the prerailroad days. She deplored New En gland’s doctrinal severity, yet admired the region’s close sense of community, which she strove to depict in meticulous, nostalgic detail. These novels developed the Sgure of an innocent young woman whose religious intuitions resist the bookish theolo- gies of male religious authorities. A historical novel, Agnes of Sorrento (1862), which drew on her travels in Italy, featured the same kind of heroine in a Sfteenth- century setting.

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with which she had struggled for so long. Her life contained many sorrows; only three of her seven children— the twins and the youn gest child, Charles, born in 1850— outlived her. Calvin Stowe died in 1886; in her last de cade, Harriet Beecher Stowe suffered greatly from physical illness and mental exhaustion.

When the modernist movement championed a critical ethos of understatement and antisentimentality, denying that politics had any place in serious literature, Uncle Tom’s Cabin became a target of critical abuse. Overtly emotional, fearlessly po liti cal, and appealing to the widest possible audience, it represented literary values that mod- ernism abhorred. More recently the novel’s racial politics have come under Sre, as some have objected to the extent to which it draws on ste reo types. But if it had not been so much a part of its own time, Uncle Tom’s Cabin could never have achieved its effects, and reconsideration of the novel has helped revive appreciation for lit- erature that is po liti cally engaged and popularly effective. Understanding the impor- tance of this novel in American culture also reminds readers of how central women were to literary life before the Civil War, and how openly they engaged with topics that, supposedly, were outside their sphere.

The text is that of the Srst American edition of Uncle Tom’s Cabin (1852).

From Uncle Tom’s Cabin; or, Life among the Lowly1

Volume I

chapter i. in which the reader is introduced to a man of humanity

Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sit- ting alone over their wine, in a well- furnished dining parlor, in the town of P——, in Kentucky. There were no servants present, and the gentlemen, with chairs closely approaching, seemed to be discussing some subject with great earnestness.

For con ve nience sake, we have said, hitherto, two gentlemen. One of the parties, however, when critically examined, did not seem, strictly speaking, to come under the species. He was a short, thick- set man, with coarse, com- monplace features, and that swaggering air of pretension which marks a low man who is trying to elbow his way upward in the world. He was much over- dressed, in a gaudy vest of many colors, a blue neckerchief, bedropped gayly with yellow spots, and arranged with a ^aunting tie, quite in keeping with the general air of the man. His hands, large and coarse, were plentifully bedecked with rings; and he wore a heavy gold watch- chain, with a bundle of seals of portentous size, and a great variety of colors, attached to it,— which, in the ardor of conversation, he was in the habit of ^ourishing and jingling with evident satisfaction. His conversation was in free and easy deSance of Murray’s Grammar,2 and was garnished at con ve nient intervals with vari- ous profane expressions, which not even the desire to be graphic in our account shall induce us to transcribe.

1. The novel follows the fortunes of two slaves from the Shelby plantation in Kentucky. The Srst plot concerns Tom, about thirty- Sve years old and a devout Christian; the second concerns Eliza, a young mother. “Uncle” refers to an honored person

in the community who is not necessarily a relative. 2. En glish Grammar (1795), by Lindley Murray (1745– 1826), Pennsylvanian author of pop u lar textbooks.

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His companion, Mr. Shelby, had the appearance of a gentleman; and the arrangements of the house, and the general air of the house keeping, indi- cated easy, and even opulent circumstances. As we before stated, the two were in the midst of an earnest conversation.

“That is the way I should arrange the matter,” said Mr. Shelby. “I can’t make trade that way— I positively can’t, Mr. Shelby,” said the

other, holding up a glass of wine between his eye and the light. “Why, the fact is, Haley, Tom is an uncommon fellow; he is certainly worth

that sum anywhere,— steady, honest, capable, manages my whole farm like a clock.”

“You mean honest, as niggers go,” said Haley, helping himself to a glass of brandy.

“No; I mean, really, Tom is a good, steady, sensible, pious fellow. He got religion at a camp- meeting,3 four years ago; and I believe he really did get it. I’ve trusted him, since then, with everything I have,— money, house, horses,— and let him come and go round the country; and I always found him true and square in everything.”

“Some folks don’t believe there is pious niggers, Shelby,” said Haley, with a candid ^ourish of his hand, “but I do. I had a fellow, now, in this yer last lot I took to Orleans4—’t was as good as a meetin, now, really, to hear that critter pray; and he was quite gentle and quiet like. He fetched me a good sum, too, for I bought him cheap of a man that was ’bliged to sell out; so I realized six hundred on him. Yes, I consider religion a valeyable thing in a nigger, when it’s the genuine article, and no mistake.”

“Well, Tom’s got the real article, if ever a fellow had,” rejoined the other. “Why, last fall, I let him go to Cincinnati alone, to do business for me, and bring home Sve hundred dollars. ‘Tom,’ says I to him, ‘I trust you, because I think you’re a Christian— I know you wouldn’t cheat.’ Tom comes back, sure enough; I knew he would. Some low fellows, they say, said to him—‘Tom, why don’t you make tracks for Canada?’ ‘Ah, master trusted me, and I couldn’t,’— they told me about it. I am sorry to part with Tom, I must say. You ought to let him cover the whole balance of the debt; and you would, Haley, if you had any conscience.”

“Well, I’ve got just as much conscience as any man in business can afford to keep,— just a little, you know, to swear by, as ’t were,” said the trader, jocu- larly; “and, then, I’m ready to do anything in reason to ’blige friends; but this yer, you see, is a leetle too hard on a fellow— a leetle too hard.” The trader sighed contemplatively, and poured out some more brandy.

“Well, then, Haley, how will you trade?” said Mr. Shelby, after an uneasy interval of silence.

“Well, haven’t you a boy or gal that you could throw in with Tom?” “Hum!—none that I could well spare; to tell the truth, it’s only hard neces-

sity makes me willing to sell at all. I don’t like parting with any of my hands, that’s a fact.”

Here the door opened, and a small quadroon5 boy, between four and Sve years of age, entered the room. There was something in his appearance

3. Evangelical religious gathering, usually held outdoors and lasting several days. 4. New Orleans.

5. Technically, a person with one- quarter black ancestry; generally used in 19th- century culture for a light- skinned black.

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remarkably beautiful and engaging. His black hair, Sne as ^oss silk, hung in glossy curls about his round, dimpled face, while a pair of large dark eyes, full of Sre and softness, looked out from beneath the rich, long lashes, as he peered curiously into the apartment. A gay robe of scarlet and yellow plaid, carefully made and neatly Stted, set off to advantage the dark and rich style of his beauty; and a certain comic air of assurance, blended with bashfulness, showed that he had been not unused to being petted and noticed by his master.

“Hulloa, Jim Crow!” 6 said Mr. Shelby, whistling, and snapping a bunch of raisins towards him, “pick that up, now!”

The child scampered, with all his little strength, after the prize, while his master laughed.

“Come here, Jim Crow,” said he. The child came up, and the master patted the curly head, and chucked him under the chin.

“Now, Jim, show this gentleman how you can dance and sing.” The boy commenced one of those wild, grotesque songs common among the negroes, in a rich, clear voice, accompanying his singing with many comic evolutions of the hands, feet, and whole body, all in perfect time to the music.

“Bravo!” said Haley, throwing him a quarter of an orange. “Now, Jim, walk like old Uncle Cudjoe, when he has the rheumatism,” said

his master. Instantly the ^exible limbs of the child assumed the appearance of defor-

mity and distortion, as, with his back humped up, and his master’s stick in his hand, he hobbled about the room, his childish face drawn into a doleful pucker, and spitting from right to left, in imitation of an old man.

Both gentlemen laughed uproariously. “Now, Jim,” said his master, “show us how old Elder Robbins leads the

psalm.” The boy drew his chubby face down to a formidable length, and com- menced toning a psalm tune through his nose, with imperturbable gravity.

“Hurrah! bravo! what a young ’un!” said Haley; “that chap’s a case, I’ll promise. Tell you what,” said he, suddenly clapping his hand on Mr. Shel- by’s shoulder, “^ing in that chap, and I’ll settle the business— I will. Come, now, if that ain’t doing the thing up about the rightest!”

At this moment, the door was pushed gently open, and a young quadroon woman, apparently about twenty- Sve, entered the room.

There needed only a glance from the child to her, to identify her as its mother. There was the same rich, full, dark eye, with its long lashes; the same ripples of silky black hair. The brown of her complexion gave way on the cheek to a perceptible ^ush, which deepened as she saw the gaze of the strange man Sxed upon her in bold and undisguised admiration. Her dress was of the neatest possible St, and set off to advantage her Snely moulded shape;— a delicately formed hand and a trim foot and ankle were items of appearance that did not escape the quick eye of the trader, well used to run up at a glance the points of a Sne female article.

“Well, Eliza?” said her master, as she stopped and looked hesitatingly at him.

6. The ste reo typical image of a happily dancing black man or boy, derived from the blackface imperson- ations pop u lar ized in the minstrel shows of the 1840s and 1850s.

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“I was looking for Harry, please, sir;” and the boy bounded toward her, showing his spoils, which he had gathered in the skirt of his robe.

“Well, take him away, then,” said Mr. Shelby; and hastily she withdrew, carry ing the child on her arm.

“By Jupiter,” said the trader, turning to him in admiration, “there’s an article, now! You might make your fortune on that ar gal in Orleans, any day. I’ve seen over a thousand, in my day, paid down for gals not a bit hand- somer.”

“I don’t want to make my fortune on her,” said Mr. Shelby, dryly; and, seek- ing to turn the conversation, he uncorked a bottle of fresh wine, and asked his companion’s opinion of it.

“Capital, sir,— Srst chop!” said the trader; then turning, and slapping his hand familiarly on Shelby’s shoulder, he added—

“Come, how will you trade about the gal?— what shall I say for her— what’ll you take?”

“Mr. Haley, she is not to be sold,” said Shelby. “My wife would not part with her for her weight in gold.”

“Ay, ay! women always say such things, cause they ha’nt no sort of calcu- lation. Just show ’em how many watches, feathers, and trinkets, one’s weight in gold would buy, and that alters the case, I reckon.”

“I tell you, Haley, this must not be spoken of; I say no, and I mean no,” said Shelby, decidedly.

“Well, you’ll let me have the boy, though,” said the trader; “you must own I’ve come down pretty handsomely for him.”

“What on earth can you want with the child?” said Shelby. “Why, I’ve got a friend that’s going into this yer branch of the business—

wants to buy up handsome boys to raise for the market. Fancy articles entirely— sell for waiters, and so on, to rich ’uns, that can pay for handsome ’uns. It sets off one of yer great places— a real handsome boy to open door, wait, and tend. They fetch a good sum; and this little dev il is such a comi- cal, musical concern, he’s just the article.”

“I would rather not sell him,” said Mr. Shelby, thoughtfully; “the fact is, sir, I’m a humane man, and I hate to take the boy from his mother, sir.”

“O, you do?— La! yes— something of that ar natur. I understand, perfectly. It is mighty onpleasant getting on with women, sometimes. I al’ays hates these yer screachin’, screamin’ times. They are mighty onpleasant; but, as I manages business, I generally avoids ’em, sir. Now, what if you get the girl off for a day, or a week, or so; then the thing’s done quietly,— all over before she comes home. Your wife might get her some ear- rings, or a new gown, or some such truck, to make up with her.”

“I’m afraid not.” “Lor bless ye, yes! These critters an’t like white folks, you know; they gets

over things, only manage right. Now, they say,” said Haley, assuming a can- did and conSdential air, “that this kind o’ trade is hardening to the feelings; but I never found it so. Fact is, I never could do things up the way some fellers manage the business. I’ve seen ’em as would pull a woman’s child out of her arms, and set him up to sell, and she screechin’ like mad all the time;— very bad policy— damages the article— makes ’em quite unSt for ser vice sometimes. I knew a real handsome gal once, in Orleans, as was entirely

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ruined by this sort o’ handling. The fellow that was trading for her didn’t want her baby; and she was one of your real high sort, when her blood was up. I tell you, she squeezed up her child in her arms, and talked, and went on real awful. It kinder makes my blood run cold to think on’t; and when they car- ried off the child, and locked her up, she jest went ravin’ mad, and died in a week. Clear waste, sir, of a thousand dollars, just for want of management,— there’s where ’t is. It’s always best to do the humane thing, sir; that’s been my experience.” And the trader leaned back in his chair, and folded his arm, with an air of virtuous decision, apparently considering himself a second Wilberforce.7

The subject appeared to interest the gentleman deeply; for while Mr. Shelby was thoughtfully peeling an orange, Haley broke out afresh, with becoming difSdence, but as if actually driven by the force of truth to say a few words more.

“It don’t look well, now, for a feller to be praisin’ himself; but I say it jest because it’s the truth. I believe I’m reckoned to bring in about the Snest droves of niggers that is brought in,— at least, I’ve been told so; if I have once, I reckon I have a hundred times,— all in good case,— fat and likely, and I lose as few as any man in the business. And I lays it all to my management, sir; and humanity, sir, I may say, is the great pillar of my management.”

Mr. Shelby did not know what to say, and so he said, “Indeed!” “Now, I’ve been laughed at for my notions, sir, and I’ve been talked to. They

an’t pop’lar, and they an’t common; but I stuck to ’em, sir; I’ve stuck to ’em, and realized well on ’em; yes, sir, they have paid their passage, I may say,” and the trader laughed at his joke.

There was something so piquant and original in these elucidations of humanity, that Mr. Shelby could not help laughing in company. Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now- a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.

Mr. Shelby’s laugh encouraged the trader to proceed. “It’s strange now, but I never could beat this into people’s heads. Now,

there was Tom Loker, my old partner, down in Natchez;8 he was a clever fel- low, Tom was, only the very dev il with niggers,— on principle ’t was, you see, for a better hearted feller never broke bread; ’t was his system, sir. I used to talk to Tom. ‘Why, Tom,’ I used to say, ‘when your gals takes on and cry, what’s the use o’ crackin on ’em over the head, and knockin’ on ’em round? It’s ridiculous,’ says I, ‘and don’t do no sort o’ good. Why, I don’t see no harm in their cryin’,’ says I; ‘it’s natur,’ says I, ‘and if natur can’t blow off one way, it will another. Besides, Tom,’ says I, ‘it jest spiles your gals; they get sickly, and down in the mouth; and sometimes they gets ugly,— particular yallow9 gals do,— and it’s the dev il and all gettin’ on ’em broke in. Now,’ says I, ‘why can’t you kinder coax ’em up, and speak ’em fair? Depend on it, Tom, a little humanity, thrown in along, goes a heap further than all your jawin’ and

7. William Wilberforce (1759– 1833), British statesman widely credited as the architect of the 1833 emancipation bill abolishing slavery through- out the British Empire.

8. City in southwest Mississippi. 9. Derogatory reference to a mulatto (person of mixed racial ancestry).

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crackin’; and it pays better,’ says I, ‘depend on ’t.’ But Tom couldn’t get the hang on ’t; and he spiled so many for me, that I had to break off with him, though he was a good- hearted fellow, and as fair a business hand as is goin’.”

“And do you Snd your ways of managing do the business better than Tom’s?” said Mr. Shelby.

“Why, yes, sir, I may say so. You see, when I any ways can, I takes a leetle care about the onpleasant parts like selling young uns and that,— get the gals out of the way— out of sight, out of mind, you know,— and when it’s clean done, and can’t be helped, they naturally gets used to it. ’Tan’t, you know, as if it was white folks, that’s brought up in the way of ’spectin’ to keep their children and wives, and all that. Niggers, you know, that’s fetched up properly, ha’n’t no kind of ’spectations of no kind; so all these things comes easier.”

“I’m afraid mine are not properly brought up, then,” said Mr. Shelby. “S’pose not; you Kentucky folks spile your niggers. You mean well by ’em,

but ’tan’t no real kindness, arter all. Now, a nigger, you see, what’s got to be hacked and tumbled round the world, and sold to Tom, and Dick, and the Lord knows who, ’tan’t no kindness to be givin’ on him notions and expecta- tions, and bringin’ on him up too well, for the rough and tumble comes all the harder on him arter. Now, I venture to say, your niggers would be quite chop- fallen in a place where some of your plantation niggers would be sing- ing and whooping like all possessed. Every man, you know, Mr. Shelby, nat- urally thinks well of his own ways; and I think I treat niggers just about as well as it’s ever worth while to treat ’em.”

“It’s a happy thing to be satisSed,” said Mr. Shelby, with a slight shrug, and some perceptible feelings of a disagreeable nature.

“Well,” said Haley, after they had both silently picked their nuts1 for a season, “what do you say?”

“I’ll think the matter over, and talk with my wife,” said Mr. Shelby. “Mean- time, Haley, if you want the matter carried on in the quiet way you speak of, you’d best not let your business in this neighborhood be known. It will get out among my boys, and it will not be a particularly quiet business getting away any of my fellows, if they know it, I’ll promise you.”

“O! certainly, by all means, mum! of course. But I’ll tell you, I’m in a dev- il of a hurry, and shall want to know, as soon as possible, what I may depend on,” said he, rising and putting on his overcoat.

“Well, call up this eve ning, between six and seven, and you shall have my answer,” said Mr. Shelby, and the trader bowed himself out of the apart- ment.

“I’d like to have been able to kick the fellow down the steps,” said he to himself, as he saw the door fairly closed, “with his impudent assurance; but he knows how much he has me at advantage. If anybody had ever said to me that I should sell Tom down south to one of those rascally traders, I should have said, ‘Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this thing?’2 And now it must come, for aught I see. And Eliza’s child, too! I know that I shall have

1. Pondered. 2. Cf. 2 Kings 8.13.

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some fuss with wife about that; and, for that matter, about Tom, too. So much for being in debt,— heigho! The fellow sees his advantage, and means to push it.”

Perhaps the mildest form of the system of slavery is to be seen in the State of Kentucky. The general prevalence of agricultural pursuits of a quiet and gradual nature, not requiring those periodic seasons of hurry and pres- sure that are called for in the business of more southern districts, makes the task of the negro a more healthful and reasonable one; while the master, content with a more gradual style of acquisition, has not those temptations to hardheartedness which always overcome frail human nature when the pros- pect of sudden and rapid gain is weighed in the balance, with no heavier counterpoise than the interests of the helpless and unprotected.

Whoever visits some estates there, and witnesses the goodhumored indul- gence of some masters and mistresses, and the affectionate loyalty of some slaves, might be tempted to dream the oft- fabled poetic legend of a patriar- chal institution, and all that; but over and above the scene there broods a portentous shadow— the shadow of law. So long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating hearts and living affections, only as so many things belonging to a master,— so long as the failure, or misfortune, or impru- dence, or death of the kindest own er, may cause them any day to exchange a life of kind protection and indulgence for one of hopeless misery and toil,— so long it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.

Mr. Shelby was a fair average kind of man, good- natured and kindly, and disposed to easy indulgence of those around him, and there had never been a lack of anything which might contribute to the physical comfort of the negroes on his estate. He had, however, speculated largely and quite loosely; had involved himself deeply, and his notes3 to a large amount had come into the hands of Haley; and this small piece of information is the key to the preceding conversation.

Now, it had so happened that, in approaching the door, Eliza had caught enough of the conversation to know that a trader was making offers to her master for somebody.

She would gladly have stopped at the door to listen, as she came out; but her mistress just then calling, she was obliged to hasten away.

Still she thought she heard the trader make an offer for her boy;— could she be mistaken? Her heart swelled and throbbed, and she involuntarily strained him so tight that the little fellow looked up into her face in aston- ishment.

“Eliza, girl, what ails you to- day?” said her mistress, when Eliza had upset the wash- pitcher, knocked down the work- stand, and Snally was abstract- edly offering her mistress a long night- gown in place of the silk dress she had ordered her to bring from the wardrobe.

Eliza started. “O, missis!” she said, raising her eyes; then, bursting into tears, she sat down in a chair, and began sobbing.

“Why, Eliza, child! what ails you?” said her mistress.

3. IOUs, formally promising to repay a loan.

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“O! missis, missis,” said Eliza, “there’s been a trader talking with master in the parlor! I heard him.”

“Well, silly child, suppose there has.” “O, missis, do you suppose mas’r would sell my Harry?” And the poor

creature threw herself into a chair, and sobbed convulsively. “Sell him! No, you foolish girl! You know your master never deals with

those southern traders, and never means to sell any of his servants, as long as they behave well. Why, you silly child, who do you think would want to buy your Harry? Do you think all the world are set on him as you are, you goosie? Come, cheer up, and hook my dress. There now, put my back hair up in that pretty braid you learnt the other day, and don’t go listening at doors any more.”

“Well, but, missis, you never would give your consent— to—to—” “Nonsense, child! to be sure, I shouldn’t. What do you talk so for? I would

as soon have one of my own children sold. But really, Eliza, you are getting altogether too proud of that little fellow. A man can’t put his nose into the door, but you think he must be coming to buy him.”

Reassured by her mistress’ conSdent tone, Eliza proceeded nimbly and adroitly with her toilet, laughing at her own fears, as she proceeded.

Mrs. Shelby was a woman of a high class, both intellectually and morally. To that natural magnanimity and generosity of mind which one often marks as characteristic of the women of Kentucky, she added high moral and reli- gious sensibility and principle, carried out with great energy and ability into practical results. Her husband, who made no professions to any par tic u lar religious character, nevertheless reverenced and respected the consistency of hers, and stood, perhaps, a little in awe of her opinion. Certain it was that he gave her unlimited scope in all her benevolent efforts for the comfort, instruction, and improvement of her servants, though he never took any decided part in them himself. In fact, if not exactly a believer in the doc- trine of the efSciency of the extra good works of saints, he really seemed somehow or other to fancy that his wife had piety and benevolence enough for two— to indulge a shadowy expectation of getting into heaven through her superabundance of qualities to which he made no par tic u lar preten- sion.

The heaviest load on his mind, after his conversation with the trader, lay in the foreseen necessity of breaking to his wife the arrangement contemplated,— meeting the importunities and opposition which he knew he should have reason to encounter.

Mrs. Shelby, being entirely ignorant of her husband’s embarrassments, and knowing only the general kindliness of his temper, had been quite sincere in the entire incredulity with which she had met Eliza’s suspicions. In fact, she dismissed the matter from her mind, without a second thought; and being occupied in preparations for an eve ning visit, it passed out of her thoughts entirely.

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Mrs. Shelby had gone on her visit, and Eliza stood in the verandah, rather dejectedly looking after the retreating carriage, when a hand was laid on her shoulder. She turned, and a bright smile lighted up her Sne eyes.

“George, is it you? How you frightened me! Well; I am so glad you’s come! Missis is gone to spend the afternoon; so come into my little room, and we’ll have the time all to ourselves.”

Saying this, she drew him into a neat little apartment opening on the verandah, where she generally sat at her sewing, within call of her mistress.

“How glad I am!— why don’t you smile?— and look at Harry— how he grows.” The boy stood shyly regarding his father through his curls, holding close to the skirts of his mother’s dress. “Isn’t he beautiful?” said Eliza, lift- ing his long curls and kissing him.

“I wish he’d never been born!” said George, bitterly. “I wish I’d never been born myself!”

Surprised and frightened, Eliza sat down, leaned her head on her hus- band’s shoulder, and burst into tears.

“There now, Eliza, it’s too bad for me to make you feel so, poor girl!” said he, fondly; “it’s too bad. O, how I wish you never had seen me— you might have been happy!”

“George! George! how can you talk so? What dreadful thing has hap- pened, or is going to happen? I’m sure we’ve been very happy, till lately.”

“So we have, dear,” said George. Then drawing his child on his knee, he gazed intently on his glorious dark eyes, and passed his hands through his long curls.

“Just like you, Eliza; and you are the handsomest woman I ever saw, and the best one I ever wish to see; but, oh, I wish I’d never seen you, nor you me!”

“O, George, how can you!” “Yes, Eliza, it’s all misery, misery, misery! My life is bitter as wormwood;5

the very life is burning out of me. I’m a poor, miserable, forlorn drudge; I shall only drag you down with me, that’s all. What’s the use of our trying to do anything, trying to know anything, trying to be anything? What’s the use of living? I wish I was dead!”

“O, now, dear George, that is really wicked! I know how you feel about los- ing your place in the factory, and you have a hard master; but pray be patient, and perhaps something—”

“Patient!” said he, interrupting her; “haven’t I been patient? Did I say a word when he came and took me away, for no earthly reason, from the place where everybody was kind to me? I’d paid him truly every cent of my earnings,— and they all say I worked well.”

“Well, it is dreadful,” said Eliza; “but, after all, he is your master, you know.” “My master! and who made him my master? That’s what I think of— what

right has he to me? I’m a man as much as he is. I’m a better man than he is. I know more about business than he does; I am a better manager than he is;

4. In this chapter, Eliza, still anxious that Shelby might sell her son to the slave trader Haley, meets her husband, George Harris, who lives on another plantation. (At the time, the South did not legally

recognize slave marriages.) 5. Plant producing bitter dark green oil; allusion to Proverbs 5.3– 4.

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I can read better than he can; I can write a better hand,— and I’ve learned it all myself, and no thanks to him,— I’ve learned it in spite of him; and now what right has he to make a dray- horse6 of me?— to take me from things I can do, and do better than he can, and put me to work that any horse can do? He tries to do it; he says he’ll bring me down and humble me, and he puts me to just the hardest, meanest and dirtiest work, on purpose!”

“O, George! George! you frighten me! Why, I never heard you talk so; I’m afraid you’ll do something dreadful. I don’t wonder at your feelings, at all; but oh, do be careful— do, do— for my sake— for Harry’s!”

“I have been careful, and I have been patient, but it’s growing worse and worse; ^esh and blood can’t bear it any longer;— every chance he can get to insult and torment me, he takes. I thought I could do my work well, and keep on quiet, and have some time to read and learn out of work hours; but the more he sees I can do, the more he loads on. He says that though I don’t say anything, he sees I’ve got the dev il in me, and he means to bring it out; and one of these days it will come out in a way that he won’t like, or I’m mistaken!”

“O dear! what shall we do?” said Eliza, mournfully. “It was only yesterday,” said George, “as I was busy loading stones into a

cart, that young Mas’r Tom stood there, slashing his whip so near the horse that the creature was frightened. I asked him to stop, as pleasant as I could,— he just kept right on. I begged him again, and then he turned on me, and began striking me. I held his hand, and then he screamed and kicked and ran to his father, and told him that I was Sghting him. He came in a rage, and said he’d teach me who was my master; and he tied me to a tree, and cut switches for young master, and told him that he might whip me till he was tired;— and he did do it! If I don’t make him remember it, some time!” and the brow of the young man grew dark, and his eyes burned with an expres- sion that made his young wife tremble. “Who made this man my master? That’s what I want to know!” he said.

“Well,” said Eliza, mournfully, “I always thought that I must obey my mas- ter and mistress, or I couldn’t be a Christian.”

“There is some sense in it, in your case; they have brought you up like a child, fed you, clothed you, indulged you, and taught you, so that you have a good education; that is some reason why they should claim you. But I have been kicked and cuffed and sworn at, and at the best only let alone; and what do I owe? I’ve paid for all my keeping a hundred times over. I won’t bear it. No, I won’t!” he said, clenching his hand with a Serce frown.

Eliza trembled, and was silent. She had never seen her husband in this mood before; and her gentle system of ethics seemed to bend like a reed in the surges of such passions.

“You know poor little Carlo, that you gave me,” added George; “the crea- ture has been about all the comfort that I’ve had. He has slept with me nights, and followed me around days, and kind o’ looked at me as if he understood how I felt. Well, the other day I was just feeding him with a few old scraps I picked up by the kitchen door, and Mas’r came along, and said I was feeding him up at his expense, and that he couldn’t afford to have every nigger keep- ing his dog, and ordered me to tie a stone to his neck and throw him in the pond.”

6. Work horse. “Dray”: cart used to carry loads.

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“O, George, you didn’t do it!” “Do it? not I!— but he did. Mas’r and Tom pelted the poor drowning crea-

ture with stones. Poor thing! he looked at me so mournful, as if he wondered why I didn’t save him. I had to take a ^ogging because I wouldn’t do it myself. I don’t care. Mas’r will Snd out that I’m one that whipping won’t tame. My day will come yet, if he don’t look out.”

“What are you going to do? O, George, don’t do anything wicked; if you only trust in God, and try to do right, he’ll deliver you.”

“I an’t a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart’s full of bitterness; I can’t trust in God. Why does he let things be so?”

“O, George, we must have faith. Mistress says that when all things go wrong to us, we must believe that God is doing the very best.”

“That’s easy to say for people that are sitting on their sofas and riding in their carriages; but let ’em be where I am, I guess it would come some harder. I wish I could be good; but my heart burns, and can’t be reconciled, anyhow. You couldn’t, in my place,— you can’t now, if I tell you all I’ve got to say. You don’t know the whole yet.”

“What can be coming now?” “Well, lately Mas’r has been saying that he was a fool to let me marry

off the place; that he hates Mr. Shelby and all his tribe, because they are proud, and hold their heads up above him, and that I’ve got proud notions from you; and he says he won’t let me come here any more, and that I shall take a wife and settle down on his place. At Srst he only scolded and grumbled these things; but yesterday he told me that I should take Mina for a wife, and settle down in a cabin with her, or he would sell me down river.”

“Why—but you were married to me, by the minister, as much as if you’d been a white man!” said Eliza, simply.

“Don’t you know a slave can’t be married? There is no law in this country for that; I can’t hold you for my wife, if he chooses to part us. That’s why I wish I’d never seen you,— why I wish I’d never been born; it would have been better for us both,— it would have been better for this poor child if he had never been born. All this may happen to him yet!”

“O, but master is so kind!” “Yes, but who knows?— he may die— and then he may be sold to nobody

knows who. What plea sure is it that he is handsome, and smart, and bright? I tell you, Eliza, that a sword will pierce through your soul for every good and pleasant thing your child is or has; it will make him worth too much for you to keep!”

The words smote heavily on Eliza’s heart; the vision of the trader came before her eyes, and, as if some one had struck her a deadly blow, she turned pale and gasped for breath. She looked ner vous ly out on the verandah, where the boy, tired of the grave conversation, had retired, and where he was riding triumphantly up and down on Mr. Shelby’s walking- stick. She would have spoken to tell her husband her fears, but checked herself.

“No, no,— he has enough to bear, poor fellow!” she thought. “No, I won’t tell him; besides, it an’t true; Missis never deceives us.”

“So, Eliza, my girl,” said the husband, mournfully, “bear up, now; and good- by, for I’m going.”

“Going, George! Going where?”

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“To Canada,” said he, straightening himself up; “and when I’m there, I’ll buy you; that’s all the hope that’s left us. You have a kind master, that won’t refuse to sell you. I’ll buy you and the boy;— God helping me, I will!”

“O, dreadful! if you should be taken?” “I won’t be taken, Eliza; I’ll die Srst! I’ll be free, or I’ll die!” “You won’t kill yourself!” “No need of that. They will kill me, fast enough; they never will get me

down the river alive!” “O, George, for my sake, do be careful! Don’t do anything wicked; don’t

lay hands on yourself, or anybody else! You are tempted too much— too much; but don’t— go you must— but go carefully, prudently; pray God to help you.”

“Well, then, Eliza, hear my plan. Mas’r took it into his head to send me right by here, with a note to Mr. Symmes, that lives a mile past. I believe he expected I should come here to tell you what I have. It would please him, if he thought it would aggravate ‘Shelby’s folks,’ as he calls ’em. I’m going home quite resigned, you understand, as if all was over. I’ve got some preparations made,— and there are those that will help me; and, in the course of a week or so, I shall be among the missing, some day. Pray for me, Eliza; perhaps the good Lord will hear you.”

“O, pray yourself, George, and go trusting in him; then you won’t do any- thing wicked.”

“Well, now, good- by,” said George, holding Eliza’s hands, and gazing into her eyes, without moving. They stood silent; then there were last words, and sobs, and bitter weeping,— such parting as those may make whose hope to meet again is as the spider’s web,— and the husband and wife were parted.

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It is impossible to conceive of a human creature more wholly desolate and forlorn than Eliza, when she turned her footsteps from Uncle Tom’s cabin.

Her husband’s suffering and dangers, and the danger of her child, all blended in her mind, with a confused and stunning sense of the risk she was running, in leaving the only home she had ever known, and cutting loose from the protection of a friend whom she loved and revered. Then there was the parting from every familiar object,— the place where she had grown up, the trees under which she had played, the groves where she had walked many an eve ning in happier days, by the side of her young husband,— everything, as it lay in the clear, frosty starlight, seemed to speak reproach- fully to her, and ask her whither could she go from a home like that?

But stronger than all was maternal love, wrought into a paroxysm of frenzy by the near approach of a fearful danger. Her boy was old enough to have walked by her side, and, in an indifferent case, she would only have led him by the hand; but now the bare thought of putting him out of her arms made her shudder, and she strained him to her bosom with a convulsive grasp, as she went rapidly forward.

7. At this point in the novel, Eliza has decided to run away with her son, Harry, rather than let him be sold to Haley. She has alerted Tom to his impending sale; he chooses to remain and allow

himself to be sold to protect the other slave fami- lies on the plantation. As he knows, others would be sold in his place if he escaped.

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The frosty ground creaked beneath her feet, and she trembled at the sound; every quaking leaf and ^uttering shadow sent the blood backward to her heart, and quickened her footsteps. She wondered within herself at the strength that seemed to be come upon her; for she felt the weight of her boy as if it had been a feather, and every ^utter of fear seemed to increase the supernatural power that bore her on, while from her pale lips burst forth, in frequent ejaculations, the prayer to a Friend above—“Lord, help! Lord, save me!”

If it were your Harry, mother, or your Willie, that were going to be torn from you by a brutal trader, to- morrow morning,— if you had seen the man, and heard that the papers were signed and delivered, and you had only from twelve o’clock till morning to make good your escape,— how fast could you walk? How many miles could you make in those few brief hours, with the darling at your bosom,— the little sleepy head on your shoulder,— the small, soft arms trustingly holding on to your neck?

For the child slept. At Srst, the novelty and alarm kept him waking; but his mother so hurriedly repressed every breath or sound, and so assured him that if he were only still she would certainly save him, that he clung quietly round her neck, only asking, as he found himself sinking to sleep,

“Mother, I don’t need to keep awake, do I?” “No, my darling; sleep, if you want to.” “But, mother, if I do get asleep, you won’t let him get me?” “No! so may God help me!” said his mother, with a paler cheek, and a

brighter light in her large dark eyes. “You’re sure, an’t you, mother?” “Yes, sure!” said the mother, in a voice that startled herself; for it seemed

to her to come from a spirit within, that was no part of her; and the boy dropped his little weary head on her shoulder, and was soon asleep. How the touch of those warm arms, the gentle breathings that came in her neck, seemed to add Sre and spirit to her movements! It seemed to her as if strength poured into her in electric streams, from every gentle touch and movement of the sleeping, conSding child. Sublime is the dominion of the mind over the body, that, for a time, can make ^esh and nerve impregnable, and string the sinews like steel, so that the weak become so mighty.

The boundaries of the farm, the grove, the wood- lot, passed by her dizzily, as she walked on; and still she went, leaving one familiar object after another, slacking not, pausing not, till reddening daylight found her many a long mile from all traces of any familiar objects upon the open highway.

She had often been, with her mistress, to visit some connections, in the little village of T——, not far from the Ohio river, and knew the road well. To go thither, to escape across the Ohio river, were the Srst hurried outlines of her plan of escape; beyond that, she could only hope in God.

When horses and vehicles began to move along the highway, with that alert perception peculiar to a state of excitement, and which seems to be a sort of inspiration, she became aware that her headlong pace and distracted air might bring on her remark and suspicion. She therefore put the boy on the ground, and, adjusting her dress and bonnet, she walked on at as rapid a pace as she thought consistent with the preservation of appearances. In her little bundle she had provided a store of cakes and apples, which she used as expedients for quickening the speed of the child, rolling the apple some yards

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before them, when the boy would run with all his might after it; and this ruse, often repeated, carried them over many a half- mile.

After a while, they came to a thick patch of woodland, through which murmured a clear brook. As the child complained of hunger and thirst, she climbed over the fence with him; and, sitting down behind a large rock which concealed them from the road, she gave him a breakfast out of her little pack- age. The boy wondered and grieved that she could not eat; and when, putting his arms round her neck, he tried to wedge some of his cake into her mouth, it seemed to her that the rising in her throat would choke her.

“No, no, Harry darling! mother can’t eat till you are safe! We must go on— on—till we come to the river!” And she hurried again into the road, and again constrained herself to walk regularly and composedly forward.

She was many miles past any neighborhood where she was personally known. If she should chance to meet any who knew her, she re^ected that the well- known kindness of the family would be of itself a blind to suspicion, as making it an unlikely supposition that she could be a fugitive. As she was also so white as not to be known as of colored lineage, without a critical sur- vey, and her child was white also, it was much easier for her to pass on unsus- pected.

On this presumption, she stopped at noon at a neat farm house, to rest her- self, and buy some dinner for her child and self; for, as the danger decreased with the distance, the supernatural tension of the ner vous system lessened, and she found herself both weary and hungry.

The good woman, kindly and gossipping, seemed rather pleased than otherwise with having somebody come in to talk with; and accepted, with- out examination, Eliza’s statement, that she “was going on a little piece, to spend a week with her friends,”— all which she hoped in her heart might prove strictly true.

An hour before sunset, she entered the village of T——, by the Ohio river, weary and foot- sore, but still strong in heart. Her Srst glance was at the river, which lay, like Jordan, between her and the Canaan8 of liberty on the other side.

It was now early spring, and the river was swollen and turbulent; great cakes of ^oating ice were swinging heavily to and fro in the turbid waters. Owing to the peculiar form of the shore on the Kentucky side, the land bend- ing far out into the water, the ice had been lodged and detained in great quantities, and the narrow channel which swept round the bend was full of ice, piled one cake over another, thus forming a temporary barrier to the descending ice, which lodged, and formed a great, undulating raft, Slling up the whole river, and extending almost to the Kentucky shore.

Eliza stood, for a moment, contemplating this unfavorable aspect of things, which she saw at once must prevent the usual ferry- boat from running, and then turned into a small public house on the bank, to make a few inquiries.

The hostess, who was busy in various Szzing and stewing operations over the Sre, preparatory to the eve ning meal, stopped, with a fork in her hand, as Eliza’s sweet and plaintive voice arrested her.

“What is it?” she said.

8. In the Bible, the promised land for the Israelites, who wandered in the desert for forty years. The Jordan is the river they had to cross to get there.

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“Isn’t there any ferry or boat, that takes people over to B——, now?” she said.

“No, indeed!” said the woman; “the boats has stopped running.” Eliza’s look of dismay and disappointment struck the woman, and she

said, inquiringly, “May be you’re wanting to get over?— anybody sick? Ye seem mighty anx-

ious?” “I’ve got a child that’s very dangerous,”9 said Eliza. “I never heard of it till

last night, and I’ve walked quite a piece to- day, in hopes to get to the ferry.” “Well, now, that’s onlucky,” said the woman, whose motherly sympathies

were much aroused; “I’m re’lly consarned for ye. Solomon!” she called, from the window, towards a small back building. A man, in leather apron and very dirty hands, appeared at the door.

“I say, Sol,” said the woman, “is that ar man going to tote them bar’ls over to- night?”

“He said he should try, if’t was any way prudent,” said the man. “There’s a man a piece down here, that’s going over with some truck1 this

eve ning, if he durs’to; he’ll be in here to supper to- night, so you’d better set down and wait. That’s a sweet little fellow,” added the woman, offering him a cake.

But the child, wholly exhausted, cried with weariness. “Poor fellow! he isn’t used to walking, and I’ve hurried him on so,” said

Eliza. “Well, take him into this room,” said the woman, opening into a small bed-

room, where stood a comfortable bed. Eliza laid the weary boy upon it, and held his hands in hers till he was fast asleep. For her there was no rest. As a Sre in her bones, the thought of the pursuer urged her on; and she gazed with longing eyes on the sullen, surging waters that lay between her and liberty.

Here we must take our leave of her for the present, to follow the course of her pursuers.

Though Mrs. Shelby had promised that the dinner should be hurried on table, yet it was soon seen, as the thing has often been seen before, that it required more than one to make a bargain. So, although the order was fairly given out in Haley’s hearing, and carried to Aunt Chloe2 by at least half a dozen juvenile messengers, that dignitary only gave certain very gruff snorts, and tosses of her head, and went on with every operation in an unusually leisurely and circumstantial manner.

For some singular reason, an impression seemed to reign among the ser- vants generally that Missis would not be particularly disobliged by delay; and it was wonderful what a number of counter accidents occurred con- stantly, to retard the course of things. One luckless wight contrived to upset the gravy; and then gravy had to be got up de novo,3 with due care and for- mality, Aunt Chloe watching and stirring with dogged precision, answering shortly, to all suggestions of haste, that she “warn’t a going to have raw gravy on the table, to help nobody’s catchings.” One tumbled down with the water,

9. I.e., dangerously ill. 1. Goods. 2. Tom’s wife, the Shelbys’ cook. The entire house hold works together to delay Haley’s depar-

ture in pursuit of Eliza. 3. From the beginning (Latin). “Wight”: serving person, slave.

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and had to go to the spring for more; and another precipitated the butter into the path of events; and there was from time to time giggling news brought into the kitchen that “Mas’r Haley was mighty oneasy, and that he couldn’t sit in his cheer no ways, but was a walkin’ and stalkin’ to the winders and through the porch.”

“Sarves him right!” said Aunt Chloe, indignantly. “He’ll get wus nor oneasy, one of these days, if he don’t mend his ways. His master’ll be sending for him, and then see how he’ll look!”

“He’ll go to torment, and no mistake,” said little Jake. “He desarves it!” said Aunt Chloe, grimly; “he’s broke a many, many, many

hearts,— I tell ye all!” she said, stopping, with a fork uplifted in her hands; “it’s like what Mas’r George reads in Ravelations,4— souls a callin’ under the altar! and a callin’ on the Lord for vengeance on sich!— and by and by the Lord he’ll hear ’em— so he will!”

Aunt Chloe, who was much revered in the kitchen, was listened to with open mouth; and, the dinner being now fairly sent in, the whole kitchen was at leisure to gossip with her, and to listen to her remarks.

“Sich ’ll be burnt up forever, and no mistake; won’t ther?” said Andy. “I’d be glad to see it, I’ll be boun’,” said little Jake. “Chil’en!” said a voice, that made them all start. It was Uncle Tom, who

had come in, and stood listening to the conversation at the door. “Chil’en!” he said, “I’m afeard you don’t know what ye’re sayin’. Forever is a

dre’ful word, chil’en; it’s awful to think on ’t. You oughtenter wish that ar to any human crittur.”

“We wouldn’t to anybody but the soul- drivers,”5 said Andy; “nobody can help wishing it to them, they’s so awful wicked.”

“Don’t natur herself kinder cry out on em?” said Aunt Chloe. “Don’t dey tear der suckin’ baby right off his mother’s breast, and sell him, and der little children as is crying and holding on by her clothes,— don’t dey pull ’em off and sells em? Don’t dey tear wife and husband apart?” said Aunt Chloe, beginning to cry, “when it’s jest takin’ the very life on ’em?— and all the while does they feel one bit,— don’t dey drink and smoke, and take it oncommon easy? Lor, if the dev il don’t get them, what’s he good for?” And Aunt Chloe covered her face with her checked apron, and began to sob in good earnest.

“Pray for them that ’spitefully use you, the good book says,” says Tom.6 “Pray for ’em!” said Aunt Chloe; “Lor, it’s too tough! I can’t pray for ’em.” “It’s natur, Chloe, and natur’s strong,” said Tom, “but the Lord’s grace is

stronger; besides, you oughter think what an awful state a poor crittur’s soul’s in that’ll do them ar things,— you oughter thank God that you an’t like him, Chloe. I’m sure I’d rather be sold, ten thousand times over, than to have all that ar poor crittur’s got to answer for.”

“So’d I, a heap,” said Jake. “Lor, shouldn’t we cotch it, Andy?” Andy shrugged his shoulders, and gave an acquiescent whistle. “I’m glad Mas’r didn’t go off this morning, as he looked to,” said Tom;

“that ar hurt me more than sellin’, it did. Mebbe it might have been natural

4. The Book of Revelation, which contains sym- bolic prophecies of the end of the world. George is the Shelbys’ son, who in Chapter IV reads the Bible to the slaves. 5. Slave own ers or traders.

6. From Matthew 5.44: “Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.”

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for him, but ’t would have come desp’t hard on me, as has known him from a baby; but I’ve seen Mas’r, and I begin ter feel sort o’ reconciled to the Lord’s will now. Mas’r couldn’t help hisself; he did right, but I’m feared things will be kinder goin’ to rack, when I’m gone. Mas’r can’t be spected to be a pryin’ round everywhar, as I’ve done, a keepin’ up all the ends. The boys all means well, but they’s powerful car’less. That ar troubles me.”

The bell here rang, and Tom was summoned to the parlor. “Tom,” said his master, kindly, “I want you to notice that I give this gentle-

man bonds to forfeit a thousand dollars if you are not on the spot when he wants you; he’s going to- day to look after his other business, and you can have the day to yourself. Go anywhere you like, boy.”

“Thank you, Mas’r,” said Tom. “And mind yerself,” said the trader, “and don’t come it over your master

with any o’ yer nigger tricks; for I’ll take every cent out of him, if you an’t thar. If he’d hear to me, he wouldn’t trust any on ye— slippery as eels!”

“Mas’r,” said Tom,— and he stood very straight,—“I was jist eight years old when ole Missis put you into my arms, and you wasn’t a year old. ‘Thar,’ says she, ‘Tom, that’s to be your young Mas’r; take good care on him,’ says she. And now I jist ask you, Mas’r, have I ever broke word to you, or gone contrary to you, ’specially since I was a Christian?”

Mr. Shelby was fairly overcome, and the tears rose to his eyes. “My good boy,” said he, “the Lord knows you say but the truth; and if

I was able to help it, all the world shouldn’t buy you.” “And sure as I am a Christian woman,” said Mrs. Shelby, “you shall be

redeemed as soon as I can any way bring together means. Sir,” she said to Haley, “take good account of who you sell him to, and let me know.”

“Lor, yes, for that matter,” said the trader, “I may bring him up in a year, not much the wuss for wear, and trade him back.”

“I’ll trade with you then, and make it for your advantage,” said Mrs. Shelby.

“Of course,” said the trader, “all’s equal with me; li’ves trade ’em up as down, so I does a good business. All I want is a livin’, you know, ma’am; that’s all any on us wants, I s’pose.”

Mr. and Mrs. Shelby both felt annoyed and degraded by the familiar impu- dence of the trader, and yet both saw the absolute necessity of putting a constraint on their feelings. The more hopelessly sordid and insensible he appeared, the greater became Mrs. Shelby’s dread of his succeeding in recap- turing Eliza and her child, and of course the greater her motive for detaining him by every female artiSce. She therefore graciously smiled, assented, chat- ted familiarly, and did all she could to make time pass imperceptibly.

At two o’clock Sam and Andy brought the horses up to the posts, appar- ently greatly refreshed and invigorated by the scamper of the morning.

Sam was there new oiled from dinner, with an abundance of zealous and ready ofSciousness. As Haley approached, he was boasting, in ^ourish- ing style, to Andy, of the evident and eminent success of the operation, now that he had “farly come to it.”

“Your master, I s’pose, don’t keep no dogs,” said Haley, thoughtfully, as he prepared to mount.

“Heaps on ’em,” said Sam, triumphantly; “thar’s Bruno— he’s a roarer! and, besides that, ’bout every nigger of us keeps a pup of some natur or uther.”

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“Poh!” said Haley,— and he said something else, too, with regard to the said dogs, at which Sam muttered,

“I don’t see no use cussin’ on ’em, no way.” “But your master don’t keep no dogs (I pretty much know he don’t) for

trackin’ out niggers.” Sam knew exactly what he meant, but he kept on a look of earnest and

desperate simplicity. “Our dogs all smells round considable sharp. I spect they’s the kind, though

they han’t never had no practice. They’s far7 dogs, though, at most anything, if you’d get ’em started. Here, Bruno,” he called, whistling to the lumbering Newfoundland, who came pitching tumultuously toward them.

“You go hang!” said Haley, getting up. “Come, tumble up now.” Sam tumbled up accordingly, dexterously contriving to tickle Andy as he

did so, which occasioned Andy to split out into a laugh, greatly to Haley’s indignation, who made a cut at him with his riding- whip.

“I’s ’stonished at yer, Andy,” said Sam, with awful gravity. “This yer’s a seris bisness, Andy. Yer mustn’t be a makin’ game. This yer an’t no way to help Mas’r.”

“I shall take the straight road to the river,” said Haley, decidedly, after they had come to the boundaries of the estate. “I know the way of all of ’em,— they makes tracks for the underground.”8

“Sartin,” said Sam, “dat’s de idee. Mas’r Haley hits de thing right in de middle. Now, der’s two roads to de river,— de dirt road and der pike,— which Mas’r mean to take?”

Andy looked up innocently at Sam, surprised at hearing this new geo- graph i cal fact, but instantly conSrmed what he said, by a vehement reitera- tion.

“Cause,” said Sam, “I’d rather be ’clined to ’magine that Lizy’d take de dirt road, bein’ it ’s the least travelled.”

Haley, notwithstanding that he was a very old bird, and naturally inclined to be suspicious of chaff, was rather brought up by this view of the case.

“If yer warn’t both on yer such cussed liars, now!” he said, contempla- tively, as he pondered a moment.

The pensive, re^ective tone in which this was spoken appeared to amuse Andy prodigiously, and he drew a little behind, and shook so as apparently to run a great risk of falling off his horse, while Sam’s face was immovably composed into the most doleful gravity.

“Course,” said Sam, “Mas’r can do as he ’d ruther; go de straight road, if Mas’r thinks best,— it’s all one to us. Now, when I study ’pon it, I think de straight road do best, deridedly.”

“She would naturally go a lonesome way,” said Haley, thinking aloud, and not minding Sam’s remark.

“Dar an’t no sayin’,” said Sam; “gals is pecular; they never does nothin’ ye thinks they will; mose gen’lly the contrar. Gals is nat’lly made contrary; and so, if you thinks they’ve gone one road, it is sartin you’d better go t’ other, and then you’ll be sure to Snd ’em. Now, my private ’pinion is, Lizy took der dirt road; so I think we’d better take de straight one.”

7. Fair. 8. The Underground Railroad, the informal, secretive network of individuals whose homes

were used by slaves escaping from the South to Canada.

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This profound generic view of the female sex did not seem to dispose Haley particularly to the straight road; and he announced decidedly that he should go the other, and asked Sam when they should come to it.

“A little piece ahead,” said Sam, giving a wink to Andy with the eye which was on Andy’s side of the head; and he added, gravely, “but I’ve studded on de matter, and I’m quite clar we ought not to go dat ar way. I nebber been over it no way. It’s despit lonesome, and we might lose our way,— whar we’d come to, de Lord only knows.”

“Nevertheless,” said Haley, “I shall go that way.” “Now I think on ’t, I think I hearn ’em tell that dat ar road was all fenced

up and down by der creek, and thar, an’t it, Andy?” Andy wasn’t certain; he’d only “hearn tell” about that road, but never

been over it. In short, he was strictly noncommittal. Haley, accustomed to strike the balance of probabilities between lies of

greater or lesser magnitude, thought that it lay in favor of the dirt road aforesaid. The mention of the thing he thought he perceived was involun- tary on Sam’s part at Srst, and his confused attempts to dissuade him he set down to a desperate lying on second thoughts, as being unwilling to impli- cate Eliza.

When, therefore, Sam indicated the road, Haley plunged briskly into it, followed by Sam and Andy.

Now, the road, in fact, was an old one, that had formerly been a thorough- fare to the river, but abandoned for many years after the laying of the new pike. It was open for about an hour’s ride, and after that it was cut across by various farms and fences. Sam knew this fact perfectly well,— indeed, the road had been so long closed up, that Andy had never heard of it. He there- fore rode along with an air of dutiful submission, only groaning and vocifer- ating occasionally that ’t was “desp’t rough, and bad for Jerry’s foot.”

“Now, I jest give yer warning,” said Haley, “I know yer; yer won’t get me to turn off this yer road, with all yer fussin’— so you shet up!”

“Mas’r will go his own way!” said Sam, with rueful submission, at the same time winking most portentously to Andy, whose delight was now very near the explosive point.

Sam was in wonderful spirits,— professed to keep a very brisk look- out,— at one time exclaiming that he saw “a gal’s bonnet” on the top of some dis- tant eminence, or calling to Andy “if that thar wasn’t ‘Lizy’ down in the hollow;” always making these exclamations in some rough or craggy part of the road, where the sudden quickening of speed was a special incon ve nience to all parties concerned, and thus keeping Haley in a state of constant com- motion.

After riding about an hour in this way, the whole party made a precipitate and tumultuous descent into a barn- yard belonging to a large farming estab- lishment. Not a soul was in sight, all the hands being employed in the Selds; but, as the barn stood conspicuously and plainly square across the road, it was evident that their journey in that direction had reached a decided Snale.

“Wan’t dat ar what I telled Mas’r?” said Sam, with an air of injured inno- cence. “How does strange gentleman spect to know more about a country dan de natives born and raised?”

“You rascal!” said Haley, “you knew all about this.”

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“Didn’t I tell yer I know’d, and yer wouldn’t believe me? I telled Mas’r ’t was all shet up, and fenced up, and I didn’t spect we could get through,— Andy heard me.”

It was all too true to be disputed, and the unlucky man had to pocket his wrath with the best grace he was able, and all three faced to the right about, and took up their line of march for the highway.

In consequence of all the various delays, it was about three- quarters of an hour after Eliza had laid her child to sleep in the village tavern that the party came riding into the same place. Eliza was standing by the window, looking out in another direction, when Sam’s quick eye caught a glimpse of her. Haley and Andy were two yards behind. At this crisis, Sam contrived to have his hat blown off, and uttered a loud and characteristic ejaculation, which startled her at once; she drew suddenly back; the whole train swept by the window, round to the front door.

A thousand lives seemed to be concentrated in that one moment to Eliza. Her room opened by a side door to the river. She caught her child, and sprang down the steps towards it. The trader caught a full glimpse of her, just as she was disappearing down the bank; and throwing himself from his horse, and calling loudly on Sam and Andy, he was after her like a hound after a deer. In that dizzy moment her feet to her scarce seemed to touch the ground, and a moment brought her to the water’s edge. Right on behind they came; and, nerved with strength such as God gives only to the desperate, with one wild cry and ^ying leap, she vaulted sheer over the turbid current by the shore, on to the raft of ice beyond. It was a desperate leap— impossible to anything but madness and despair; and Haley, Sam, and Andy, instinctively cried out, and lifted up their hands, as she did it.

The huge green fragment of ice on which she alighted pitched and creaked as her weight came on it, but she staid there not a moment. With wild cries and desperate energy she leaped to another and still another cake;— stumbling—leaping—slipping—springing upwards again! Her shoes are gone—her stockings cut from her feet— while blood marked every step; but she saw nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, and a man helping her up the bank.

“Yer a brave gal, now, whoever ye ar!” said the man, with an oath. Eliza recognized the voice and face of a man who owned a farm not far

from her old home. “O, Mr. Symmes!— save me— do save me— do hide me!” said Eliza. “Why, what’s this?” said the man. “Why, if ’tan’t Shelby’s gal!” “My child!— this boy!— he’d sold him! There is his Mas’r,” said she, point-

ing to the Kentucky shore. “O, Mr. Symmes, you’ve got a little boy!” “So I have,” said the man, as he roughly, but kindly, drew her up the steep

bank. “Besides, you’re a right brave gal. I like grit, wherever I see it.” When they had gained the top of the bank, the man paused. “I’d be glad to do something for ye,” said he; “but then there’s nowhar

I could take ye. The best I can do is to tell ye to go thar,” said he, pointing to a large white house which stood by itself, off the main street of the village. “Go thar; they’re kind folks. Thar’s no kind o’ danger but they’ll help you,— they’re up to all that sort o’ thing.”

“The Lord bless you!” said Eliza, earnestly.

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“No ’casion, no ’casion in the world,” said the man. “What I’ve done’s of no ’count.”

“And, oh, surely, sir, you won’t tell any one!” “Go to thunder, gal! What do you take a feller for? In course not,” said the

man. “Come, now, go along like a likely, sensible gal, as you are. You’ve arnt your liberty, and you shall have it, for all me.”

The woman folded her child to her bosom, and walked Srmly and swiftly away. The man stood and looked after her.

“Shelby, now, mebbe won’t think this yer the most neighborly thing in the world; but what’s a feller to do? If he catches one of my gals in the same Sx, he’s welcome to pay back. Somehow I never could see no kind o’ critter a strivin’ and pantin’, and trying to clar theirselves, with the dogs arter ’em, and go agin ’em. Besides, I don’t see no kind of ’casion for me to be hunter and catcher for other folks, neither.”

So spoke this poor, heathenish Kentuckian, who had not been instructed in his constitutional relations,9 and consequently was betrayed into acting in a sort of Christianized manner, which, if he had been better situated and more enlightened, he would not have been left to do.

Haley had stood a perfectly amazed spectator of the scene, till Eliza had disappeared up the bank, when he turned a blank, inquiring look on Sam and Andy.

“That ar was a tolable fair stroke of business,” said Sam. “The gal’s got seven dev ils in her, I believe!” said Haley. “How like a wildcat

she jumped!” “Wal, now,” said Sam, scratching his head, “I hope Mas’r’ll ’scuse us tryin’

dat ar road. Don’t think I feel spry enough for dat ar, no way!” and Sam gave a hoarse chuckle.

“You laugh!” said the trader, with a growl. “Lord bless you, Mas’r, I couldn’t help it, now,” said Sam, giving way to the

long pent- up delight of his soul. “She looked so curi’s, a leapin’ and springin’— ice a crackin’— and only to hear her,— plump! ker chunk! ker splash! Spring! Lord! how she goes it!” and Sam and Andy laughed till the tears rolled down their cheeks.

“I’ll make ye laugh t’other side yer mouths!” said the trader, laying about their heads with his riding- whip.

Both ducked, and ran shouting up the bank, and were on their horses before he was up.

“Good- evening, Mas’r!” said Sam, with much gravity. “I berry much spect Missis be anxious ’bout Jerry. Mas’r Haley won’t want us no longer. Missis wouldn’t hear of our ridin’ the critters over Lizy’s bridge to- night;” and, with a facetious poke into Andy’s ribs, he started off, followed by the latter, at full speed,— their shouts of laughter coming faintly on the wind.

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9. Allusion to the Fugitive Slave Act, recently passed by Congress as part of the Compromise of 1850, which made it a federal crime to aid fugitive slaves.

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chapter ix. in which it appears that a senator is but a man

The light of the cheerful Sre shone on the rug and carpet of a cosey parlor, and glittered on the sides of the tea- cups and well- brightened tea- pot, as Senator Bird1 was drawing off his boots, preparatory to inserting his feet in a pair of new handsome slippers, which his wife had been working for him while away on his senatorial tour. Mrs. Bird, looking the very picture of delight, was superintending the arrangements of the table, ever and anon mingling admonitory remarks to a number of frolicsome juveniles, who were effervescing in all those modes of untold gambol and mischief that have astonished mothers ever since the ^ood.

“Tom, let the door- knob alone,— there’s a man! Mary! Mary! don’t pull the cat’s tail,— poor pussy! Jim, you mustn’t climb on that table,— no, no!— You don’t know, my dear, what a surprise it is to us all, to see you here to- night!” said she, at last, when she found a space to say something to her husband.

“Yes, yes, I thought I’d just make a run down, spend the night, and have a little comfort at home. I’m tired to death, and my head aches!”

Mrs. Bird cast a glance at a camphor- bottle,2 which stood in the half- open closet, and appeared to meditate an approach to it, but her husband inter- posed.

“No, no, Mary, no doctoring! a cup of your good hot tea, and some of our good home living, is what I want. It’s a tiresome business, this legislating!”

And the senator smiled, as if he rather liked the idea of considering him- self a sacriSce to his country.

“Well,” said his wife, after the business of the tea- table was getting rather slack, “and what have they been doing in the Senate?”

Now, it was a very unusual thing for gentle little Mrs. Bird ever to trouble her head with what was going on in the house of the state, very wisely considering that she had enough to do to mind her own. Mr. Bird, there- fore, opened his eyes in surprise, and said,

“Not very much of importance.” “Well; but is it true that they have been passing a law forbidding people

to give meat and drink to those poor colored folks that come along?3 I heard they were talking of some such law, but I didn’t think any Christian legisla- ture would pass it!”

“Why, Mary, you are getting to be a politician, all at once.” “No, nonsense! I wouldn’t give a Sp for all your politics, generally, but I

think this is something downright cruel and unchristian. I hope, my dear, no such law has been passed.”

“There has been a law passed forbidding people to help off the slaves that come over from Kentucky, my dear; so much of that thing has been done by these reckless Abolitionists, that our brethren in Kentucky are very strongly excited, and it seems necessary, and no more than Christian and kind, that something should be done by our state to quiet the excitement.”

1. An Ohio state senator, returning from a ses- sion in Columbus, the state capital. 2. During the 19th century, camphor, a com- pound from a tree of the same name, was used for

pain relief. 3. Such a state law would have added force to the federal Fugitive Slave Act.

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“And what is the law? It don’t forbid us to shelter these poor creatures a night, does it, and to give ’em something comfortable to eat, and a few old clothes, and send them quietly about their business?”

“Why, yes, my dear; that would be aiding and abetting, you know.” Mrs. Bird was a timid, blushing little woman, of about four feet in height,

and with mild blue eyes, and a peach- blow4 complexion, and the gentlest, sweetest voice in the world;— as for courage, a moderate- sized cock- turkey had been known to put her to rout at the very Srst gobble, and a stout house- dog, of moderate capacity, would bring her into subjection merely by a show of his teeth. Her husband and children were her entire world, and in these she ruled more by entreaty and persuasion than by command or argu- ment. There was only one thing that was capable of arousing her, and that provocation came in on the side of her unusually gentle and sympathetic nature;— anything in the shape of cruelty would throw her into a passion, which was the more alarming and inexplicable in proportion to the general softness of her nature. Generally the most indulgent and easy to be entreated of all mothers, still her boys had a very reverent remembrance of a most vehe- ment chastisement she once bestowed on them, because she found them leagued with several graceless boys of the neighborhood, stoning a defence- less kitten.

“I’ll tell you what,” Master Bill used to say, “I was scared that time. Mother came at me so that I thought she was crazy, and I was whipped and tumbled off to bed, without any supper, before I could get over wondering what had come about; and, after that, I heard mother crying outside the door, which made me feel worse than all the rest. I’ll tell you what,” he’d say, “we boys never stoned another kitten!”

On the present occasion, Mrs. Bird rose quickly, with very red cheeks, which quite improved her general appearance, and walked up to her hus- band, with quite a resolute air, and said, in a determined tone,

“Now, John, I want to know if you think such a law as that is right and Christian?”

“You won’t shoot me, now, Mary, if I say I do!” “I never could have thought it of you, John; you didn’t vote for it?” “Even so, my fair politician.” “You ought to be ashamed, John! Poor, homeless, house less creatures! It’s

a shameful, wicked, abominable law, and I’ll break it, for one, the Srst time I get a chance; and I hope I shall have a chance, I do! Things have got to a pretty pass, if a woman can’t give a warm supper and a bed to poor, starving creatures, just because they are slaves, and have been abused and oppressed all their lives, poor things!”

“But, Mary, just listen to me. Your feelings are all quite right, dear, and interesting, and I love you for them; but, then, dear, we mustn’t suffer our feelings to run away with our judgment; you must consider it’s not a matter of private feeling,— there are great public interests involved,— there is such a state of public agitation rising, that we must put aside our private feelings.”

“Now, John, I don’t know anything about politics, but I can read my Bible; and there I see that I must feed the hungry, clothe the naked, and comfort the desolate; and that Bible I mean to follow.”

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“But in cases where your doing so would involve a great public evil—” “Obeying God never brings on public evils. I know it can’t. It’s always saf-

est, all round, to do as He bids us.” “Now, listen to me, Mary, and I can state to you a very clear argument, to

show—” “O, nonsense, John! you can talk all night, but you wouldn’t do it. I put it

to you, John,— would you now turn away a poor, shivering, hungry creature from your door, because he was a runaway? Would you, now?”

Now, if the truth must be told, our senator had the misfortune to be a man who had a particularly humane and accessible nature, and turning away anybody that was in trouble never had been his forte; and what was worse for him in this par tic u lar pinch of the argument was, that his wife knew it, and, of course, was making an assault on rather an indefensible point. So he had recourse to the usual means of gaining time for such cases made and provided; he said “ahem,” and coughed several times, took out his pocket- handkerchief, and began to wipe his glasses. Mrs. Bird, seeing the defence- less condition of the enemy’s territory, had no more conscience than to push her advantage.

“I should like to see you doing that, John— I really should! Turning a woman out of doors in a snow- storm, for instance; or, may be you’d take her up and put her in jail, wouldn’t you? You would make a great hand at that!”

“Of course, it would be a very painful duty,” began Mr. Bird, in a moderate tone.

“Duty, John! don’t use that word! You know it isn’t a duty— it can’t be a duty! If folks want to keep their slaves from running away, let ’em treat ’em well,— that’s my doctrine. If I had slaves (as I hope I never shall have), I’d risk their wanting to run away from me, or you either, John. I tell you folks don’t run away when they are happy; and when they do run, poor creatures! they suffer enough with cold and hunger and fear, without everybody’s turning against them; and, law or no law, I never will, so help me God!”

“Mary! Mary! My dear, let me reason with you.” “I hate reasoning, John,— especially reasoning on such subjects. There’s a

way you po liti cal folks have of coming round and round a plain right thing; and you don’t believe in it yourselves, when it comes to practice. I know you well enough, John. You don’t believe it’s right any more than I do; and you wouldn’t do it any sooner than I.”

At this critical juncture, old Cudjoe, the black man- of- all- work, put his head in at the door, and wished “Missis would come into the kitchen;” and our senator, tolerably relieved, looked after his little wife with a whimsical mixture of amusement and vexation, and, seating himself in the arm- chair, began to read the papers.

After a moment, his wife’s voice was heard at the door, in a quick, earnest tone,—“John! John! I do wish you’d come here, a moment.”

He laid down his paper, and went into the kitchen, and started, quite amazed at the sight that presented itself:— A young and slender woman, with garments torn and frozen, with one shoe gone, and the stocking torn away from the cut and bleeding foot, was laid back in a deadly swoon upon two chairs. There was the impress of the despised race on her face, yet none could help feeling its mournful and pathetic beauty, while its stony sharp- ness, its cold, Sxed, deathly aspect, struck a solemn chill over him. He drew

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his breath short, and stood in silence. His wife, and their only colored domes- tic, old Aunt Dinah, were busily engaged in restorative mea sures; while old Cudjoe had got the boy on his knee, and was busy pulling off his shoes and stockings, and chaSng his little cold feet.

“Sure, now, if she an’t a sight to behold!” said old Dinah, compassionately; “ ’pears like ’twas the heat that made her faint. She was tol’able peart when she cum in, and asked if she couldn’t warm herself here a spell; and I was just a askin’ her where she cum from, and she fainted right down. Never done much hard work, guess, by the looks of her hands.”

“Poor creature!” said Mrs. Bird, compassionately, as the woman slowly unclosed her large, dark eyes, and looked vacantly at her. Suddenly an expres- sion of agony crossed her face, and she sprang up, saying, “O, my Harry! Have they got him?”

The boy, at this, jumped from Cudjoe’s knee, and, running to her side, put up his arms. “O, he’s here! he’s here!” she exclaimed.

“O, ma’am!” said she, wildly, to Mrs. Bird, “do protect us! don’t let them get him!”

“Nobody shall hurt you here, poor woman,” said Mrs. Bird, encouragingly. “You are safe; don’t be afraid.”

“God bless you!” said the woman, covering her face and sobbing; while the little boy, seeing her crying, tried to get into her lap.

With many gentle and womanly ofSces, which none knew better how to render than Mrs. Bird, the poor woman was, in time, rendered more calm. A temporary bed was provided for her on the settle,5 near the Sre; and, after a short time, she fell into a heavy slumber, with the child, who seemed no less weary, soundly sleeping on her arm; for the mother resisted, with ner- vous anxiety, the kindest attempts to take him from her; and, even in sleep, her arm encircled him with an unrelaxing clasp, as if she could not even then be beguiled of her vigilant hold.

Mr. and Mrs. Bird had gone back to the parlor, where, strange as it may appear, no reference was made, on either side, to the preceding conversation; but Mrs. Bird busied herself with her knitting- work, and Mr. Bird pretended to be reading the paper.

“I wonder who and what she is!” said Mr. Bird, at last, as he laid it down. “When she wakes up and feels a little rested, we will see,” said Mrs. Bird. “I say, wife!” said Mr. Bird, after musing in silence over his newspaper. “Well, dear!” “She couldn’t wear one of your gowns, could she, by any letting down, or

such matter? She seems to be rather larger than you are.” A quite perceptible smile glimmered on Mrs. Bird’s face, as she answered,

“We’ll see.” Another pause, and Mr. Bird again broke out, “I say, wife!” “Well! What now?” “Why, there’s that old bombazin6 cloak, that you keep on purpose to put

over me when I take my afternoon’s nap; you might as well give her that,— she needs clothes.”

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At this instant, Dinah looked in to say that the woman was awake, and wanted to see Missis.

Mr. and Mrs. Bird went into the kitchen, followed by the two eldest boys, the smaller fry having, by this time, been safely disposed of in bed.

The woman was now sitting up on the settle, by the Sre. She was looking steadily into the blaze, with a calm, heartbroken expression, very different from her former agitated wildness.

“Did you want me?” said Mrs. Bird, in gentle tones. “I hope you feel bet- ter now, poor woman!”

A long- drawn, shivering sigh was the only answer; but she lifted her dark eyes, and Sxed them on her with such a forlorn and imploring expression, that the tears came into the little woman’s eyes.

“You needn’t be afraid of anything; we are friends here, poor woman! Tell me where you came from, and what you want,” said she.

“I came from Kentucky,” said the woman. “When?” said Mr. Bird, taking up the interrogatory. “To- night.” “How did you come?” “I crossed on the ice.” “Crossed on the ice!” said every one present. “Yes,” said the woman, slowly, “I did. God helping me, I crossed on the

ice; for they were behind me— right behind— and there was no other way!” “Law, Missis,” said Cudjoe, “the ice is all in broken- up blocks, a swinging

and a tetering up and down in the water!” “I know it was— I know it!” said she, wildly; “but I did it! I wouldn’t have

thought I could,— I didn’t think I should get over, but I didn’t care! I could but die, if I didn’t. The Lord helped me; nobody knows how much the Lord can help ’em, till they try,” said the woman, with a ^ashing eye.

“Were you a slave?” said Mr. Bird. “Yes, sir; I belonged to a man in Kentucky.” “Was he unkind to you?” “No, sir; he was a good master.” “And was your mistress unkind to you?” “No, sir— no! my mistress was always good to me.” “What could induce you to leave a good home, then, and run away, and

go through such dangers?” The woman looked up at Mrs. Bird, with a keen, scrutinizing glance, and

it did not escape her that she was dressed in deep mourning. “Ma’am,” she said, suddenly, “have you ever lost a child?” The question was unexpected, and it was a thrust on a new wound; for

it was only a month since a darling child of the family had been laid in the grave.

Mr. Bird turned around and walked to the window, and Mrs. Bird burst into tears; but, recovering her voice, she said,

“Why do you ask that? I have lost a little one.” “Then you will feel for me. I have lost two, one after another,— left ’em

buried there when I came away; and I had only this one left. I never slept a night without him; he was all I had. He was my comfort and pride, day and night; and, ma’am, they were going to take him away from me,— to sell him,— sell him down south, ma’am, to go all alone,— a baby that had never

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been away from his mother in his life! I couldn’t stand it, ma’am. I knew I never should be good for anything, if they did; and when I knew the papers were signed, and he was sold, I took him and came off in the night; and they chased me,— the man that bought him, and some of Mas’r’s folks,— and they were coming down right behind me, and I heard ’em. I jumped right on to the ice; and how I got across, I don’t know,— but, Srst I knew, a man was helping me up the bank.”

The woman did not sob nor weep. She had gone to a place where tears are dry; but every one around her was, in some way characteristic of them- selves, showing signs of hearty sympathy.

The two little boys, after a desperate rummaging in their pockets, in search of those pocket- handkerchiefs which mothers know are never to be found there, had thrown themselves disconsolately into the skirts of their mother’s gown, where they were sobbing, and wiping their eyes and noses, to their hearts’ content;— Mrs. Bird had her face fairly hidden in her pocket- handkerchief; and old Dinah, with tears streaming down her black, honest face, was ejaculating, “Lord have mercy on us!” with all the fervor of a camp- meeting;—while old Cudjoe, rubbing his eyes very hard with his cuffs, and making a most uncommon variety of wry faces, occasionally responded in the same key, with great fervor. Our senator was a statesman, and of course could not be expected to cry, like other mortals; and so he turned his back to the company, and looked out of the window, and seemed particularly busy in clearing his throat and wiping his spectacle- glasses, occasionally blowing his nose in a manner that was calculated to excite suspicion, had any one been in a state to observe critically.

“How came you to tell me you had a kind master?” he suddenly exclaimed, gulping down very resolutely some kind of rising in his throat, and turning suddenly round upon the woman.

“Because he was a kind master; I’ll say that of him, any way;— and my mistress was kind; but they couldn’t help themselves. They were owing money; and there was some way, I can’t tell how, that a man had a hold on them, and they were obliged to give him his will. I listened, and heard him telling mistress that, and she begging and pleading for me,— and he told her he couldn’t help himself, and that the papers were all drawn;— and then it was I took him and left my home, and came away. I knew ’twas no use of my trying to live, if they did it; for ’t ’pears like this child is all I have.”

“Have you no husband?” “Yes, but he belongs to another man. His master is real hard to him, and

won’t let him come to see me, hardly ever; and he’s grown harder and harder upon us, and he threatens to sell him down south;— it’s like I’ll never see him again!”

The quiet tone in which the woman pronounced these words might have led a superScial observer to think that she was entirely apathetic; but there was a calm, settled depth of anguish in her large, dark eye, that spoke of something far otherwise.

“And where do you mean to go, my poor woman?” said Mrs. Bird. “To Canada, if I only knew where that was. Is it very far off, is Canada?”

said she, looking up, with a simple, conSding air, to Mrs. Bird’s face. “Poor thing!” said Mrs. Bird, involuntarily. “Is’t a very great way off, think?” said the woman, earnestly.

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“Much further than you think, poor child!” said Mrs. Bird; “but we will try to think what can be done for you. Here, Dinah, make her up a bed in your own room, close by the kitchen, and I’ll think what to do for her in the morning. Meanwhile, never fear, poor woman; put your trust in God; he will protect you.”

Mrs. Bird and her husband reentered the parlor. She sat down in her lit- tle rocking- chair before the Sre, swaying thoughtfully to and fro. Mr. Bird strode up and down the room, grumbling to himself, “Pish! pshaw! con- founded awkward business!” At length, striding up to his wife, he said,

“I say, wife, she’ll have to get away from here, this very night. That fellow will be down on the scent bright and early to- morrow morning; if ’twas only the woman, she could lie quiet till it was over; but that little chap can’t be kept still by a troop of horse and foot, I’ll warrant me; he’ll bring it all out, popping his head out of some window or door. A pretty kettle of Ssh it would be for me, too, to be caught with them both here, just now! No; they’ll have to be got off to- night.”

“To- night! How is it possible?— where to?” “Well, I know pretty well where to,” said the senator, beginning to put on

his boots, with a re^ective air; and, stopping when his leg was half in, he embraced his knee with both hands, and seemed to go off in deep meditation.

“It’s a confounded awkward, ugly business,” said he, at last, beginning to tug at his boot- straps again, “and that’s a fact!” After one boot was fairly on, the senator sat with the other in his hand, profoundly studying the Sgure of the carpet. “It will have to be done, though, for aught I see,— hang it all!” and he drew the other boot anxiously on, and looked out of the window.

Now, little Mrs. Bird was a discreet woman,— a woman who never in her life said, “I told you so!” and, on the present occasion, though pretty well aware of the shape her husband’s meditations were taking, she very prudently forbore to meddle with them, only sat very quietly in her chair, and looked quite ready to hear her liege lord’s intentions, when he should think proper to utter them.

“You see,” he said, “there’s my old client, Van Trompe, has come over from Kentucky, and set all his slaves free; and he has bought a place seven miles up the creek, here, back in the woods, where nobody goes, unless they go on purpose; and it’s a place that isn’t found in a hurry. There she’d be safe enough; but the plague of the thing is, nobody could drive a carriage there to- night, but me.”

“Why not? Cudjoe is an excellent driver.” “Ay, ay, but here it is. The creek has to be crossed twice; and the second

crossing is quite dangerous, unless one knows it as I do. I have crossed it a hundred times on horse back, and know exactly the turns to take. And so, you see, there’s no help for it. Cudjoe must put in the horses, as quietly as may be, about twelve o’clock, and I’ll take her over; and then, to give color to the mat- ter, he must carry me on to the next tavern, to take the stage7 for Colum- bus, that comes by about three or four, and so it will look as if I had had the carriage only for that. I shall get into business bright and early in the morn- ing. But I’m thinking I shall feel rather cheap there, after all that’s been said and done; but, hang it, I can’t help it!”

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“Your heart is better than your head, in this case, John,” said the wife, laying her little white hand on his. “Could I ever have loved you, had I not known you better than you know yourself?” And the little woman looked so handsome, with the tears sparkling in her eyes, that the senator thought he must be a decidedly clever fellow, to get such a pretty creature into such a passionate admiration of him; and so, what could he do but walk off soberly, to see about the carriage. At the door, however, he stopped a moment, and then coming back, he said, with some hesitation,

“Mary, I don’t know how you’d feel about it, but there’s that drawer full of things— of—of—poor little Henry’s.” So saying, he turned quickly on his heel, and shut the door after him.

His wife opened the little bed- room door adjoining her room, and, taking the candle, set it down on the top of a bureau there; then from a small recess she took a key, and put it thoughtfully in the lock of a drawer, and made a sudden pause, while two boys, who, boy like, had followed close on her heels, stood looking, with silent, signiScant glances, at their mother. And oh! mother that reads this, has there never been in your house a drawer, or a closet, the opening of which has been to you like the opening again of a little grave? Ah! happy mother that you are, if it has not been so.

Mrs. Bird slowly opened the drawer. There were little coats of many a form and pattern, piles of aprons, and rows of small stockings; and even a pair of little shoes, worn and rubbed at the toes, were peeping from the folds of a paper. There was a toy horse and wagon, a top, a ball,— memorials gathered with many a tear and many a heart- break! She sat down by the drawer, and, leaning her head on her hands over it, wept till the tears fell through her Sn- gers into the drawer; then suddenly raising her head, she began, with ner vous haste, selecting the plainest and most substantial articles, and gathering them into a bundle.

“Mamma,” said one of the boys, gently touching her arm, “are you going to give away those things?”

“My dear boys,” she said, softly and earnestly, “if our dear, loving little Henry looks down from heaven, he would be glad to have us do this. I could not Snd it in my heart to give them away to any common person— to anybody that was happy; but I give them to a mother more heart- broken and sorrowful than I am; and I hope God will send his blessings with them!”

There are in this world blessed souls, whose sorrows all spring up into joys for others; whose earthly hopes, laid in the grave with many tears, are the seed from which spring healing ^owers and balm for the desolate and the distressed. Among such was the delicate woman who sits there by the lamp, dropping slow tears, while she prepares the memorials of her own lost one for the outcast wanderer.

After a while, Mrs. Bird opened a wardrobe, and, taking from thence a plain, ser viceable dress or two, she sat down busily to her work- table, and, with needle, scissors, and thimble, at hand, quietly commenced the “letting down” pro cess which her husband had recommended, and continued busily at it till the old clock in the corner struck twelve, and she heard the low rat- tling of wheels at the door.

“Mary,” said her husband, coming in, with his overcoat in his hand, “you must wake her up now; we must be off.”

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Mrs. Bird hastily deposited the various articles she had collected in a small plain trunk, and locking it, desired her husband to see it in the carriage, and then proceeded to call the woman. Soon, arrayed in a cloak, bonnet, and shawl, that had belonged to her benefactress, she appeared at the door with her child in her arms. Mr. Bird hurried her into the carriage, and Mrs. Bird pressed on after her to the carriage steps. Eliza leaned out of the carriage, and put out her hand,— a hand as soft and beautiful as was given in return. She Sxed her large, dark eyes, full of earnest meaning, on Mrs. Bird’s face, and seemed going to speak. Her lips moved,— she tried once or twice, but there was no sound,— and pointing upward, with a look never to be forgot- ten, she fell back in the seat, and covered her face. The door was shut, and the carriage drove on.

What a situation, now, for a patriotic senator, that had been all the week before spurring up the legislature of his native state to pass more stringent resolutions against escaping fugitives, their harborers and abettors!

Our good senator in his native state had not been exceeded by any of his brethren at Washington, in the sort of eloquence which has won for them immortal renown! How sublimely he had sat with his hands in his pockets, and scouted8 all sentimental weakness of those who would put the welfare of a few miserable fugitives before great state interests!

He was as bold as a lion about it, and “mightily convinced” not only him- self, but everybody that heard him;— but then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word,— or, at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle, with “Ran away from the subscriber” under it. The magic of the real presence of distress,— the imploring human eye, the frail, trembling human hand, the despairing appeal of helpless agony,— these he had never tried. He had never thought that a fugitive might be a hapless mother, a defenceless child,— like that one which was now wearing his lost boy’s little well- known cap; and so, as our poor senator was not stone or steel,— as he was a man, and a downright noblehearted one, too,— he was, as everybody must see, in a sad case for his patriotism. And you need not exult over him, good brother of the Southern States; for we have some inklings that many of you, under similar circum- stances, would not do much better. We have reason to know, in Kentucky, as in Mississippi, are noble and generous hearts, to whom never was tale of suffering told in vain. Ah, good brother! is it fair for you to expect of us ser- vices which your own brave, honorable heart would not allow you to render, were you in our place?

Be that as it may, if our good senator was a po liti cal sinner, he was in a fair way to expiate it by his night’s penance. There had been a long continu- ous period of rainy weather, and the soft, rich earth of Ohio, as every one knows, is admirably suited to the manufacture of mud,— and the road was an Ohio railroad of the good old times.

“And pray, what sort of a road may that be?” says some eastern traveller, who has been accustomed to connect no ideas with a railroad, but those of smoothness or speed.

Know, then, innocent eastern friend, that in benighted regions of the west, where the mud is of unfathomable and sublime depth, roads are made

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of round rough logs, arranged transversely side by side, and coated over in their pristine freshness with earth, turf, and whatsoever may come to hand, and then the rejoicing native calleth it a road, and straightway essay- eth to ride thereupon. In pro cess of time, the rains wash off all the turf and grass aforesaid, move the logs hither and thither, in picturesque positions, up, down and crosswise, with divers chasms and ruts of black mud inter- vening.

Over such a road as this our senator went stumbling along, making moral re^ections as continuously as under the circumstances could be expected,— the carriage proceeding along much as follows,— bump! bump! bump! slush! down in the mud!— the senator, woman and child, reversing their positions so suddenly as to come, without any very accurate adjustment, against the windows of the down- hill side. Carriage sticks fast, while Cudjoe on the out- side is heard making a great muster among the horses. After various ineffec- tual pullings and twitchings, just as the senator is losing all patience, the carriage suddenly rights itself with a bounce,— two front wheels go down into another abyss, and senator, woman, and child, all tumble promiscuously on to the front seat,— senator’s hat is jammed over his eyes and nose quite unceremoniously, and he considers himself fairly extinguished;— child cries, and Cudjoe on the outside delivers animated addresses to the horses, who are kicking, and ^oundering, and straining, under repeated cracks of the whip. Carriage springs up, with another bounce,— down go the hind wheels,— senator, woman, and child, ^y over on to the back seat, his elbows encoun- tering her bonnet, and both her feet being jammed into his hat, which ^ies off in the concussion. After a few moments the “slough” is passed, and the horses stop, panting;— the senator Snds his hat, the woman straightens her bonnet and hushes her child, and they brace themselves Srmly for what is yet to come.

For a while only the continuous bump! bump! intermingled, just by way of variety, with divers side plunges and compound shakes; and they begin to ^atter themselves that they are not so badly off, after all. At last, with a square plunge, which puts all on to their feet and then down into their seats with incredible quickness, the carriage stops,— and, after much outside com- motion, Cudjoe appears at the door.

“Please, sir, it’s powerful bad spot, this yer. I don’t know how we’s to get clar out. I’m a thinkin’ we’ll have to be a gettin’ rails.”9

The senator despairingly steps out, picking gingerly for some Srm foothold; down goes one foot an immea sur able depth,— he tries to pull it up, loses his balance, and tumbles over into the mud, and is Sshed out, in a very despair- ing condition, by Cudjoe.

But we forbear, out of sympathy to our readers’ bones. Western travellers, who have beguiled the midnight hour in the interesting pro cess of pulling down rail fences, to pry their carriages out of mud holes, will have a respect- ful and mournful sympathy with our unfortunate hero. We beg them to drop a silent tear, and pass on.

It was full late in the night when the carriage emerged, dripping and bespattered, out of the creek, and stood at the door of a large farm- house.

9. A reference to the practice of removing boards from rail fences to make tracks to enable a carriage or cart to get out of the mud.

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1. A strong, wild man; from the story of “Orson and Valentine,” an early French romance that appeared in En glish around 1550. Orson is the lost son of a king; abandoned in the woods, he was raised by a bear.

2. As recorded in James Boswell’s Life of Samuel Johnson (1791), the Anglo- Irish author Oliver Goldsmith (1730– 1794) proclaimed that the great En glish author and critic Johnson (1709– 1784) “had nothing of the bear but his skin.”

It took no inconsiderable perseverance to arouse the inmates; but at last the respectable proprietor appeared, and undid the door. He was a great, tall, bristling Orson of a fellow,1 full six feet and some inches in his stockings, and arrayed in a red ^annel hunting- shirt. A very heavy mat of sandy hair, in a decidedly tousled condition, and a beard of some days’ growth, gave the worthy man an appearance, to say the least, not particularly prepossessing. He stood for a few minutes holding the candle aloft, and blinking on our travellers with a dismal and mystiSed expression that was truly ludicrous. It cost some effort of our senator to induce him to comprehend the case fully; and while he is doing his best at that, we shall give him a little introduction to our readers.

Honest old John Van Trompe was once quite a considerable land- holder and slave- owner in the State of Kentucky. Having “nothing of the bear about him but the skin,”2 and being gifted by nature with a great, honest, just heart, quite equal to his gigantic frame, he had been for some years witnessing with repressed uneasiness the workings of a system equally bad for oppres- sor and oppressed. At last, one day, John’s great heart had swelled altogether too big to wear his bonds any longer; so he just took his pocket- book out of his desk, and went over into Ohio, and bought a quarter of a township of good, rich land, made out free papers for all his people,— men, women, and children,— packed them up in wagons, and sent them off to settle down; and then honest John turned his face up the creek, and sat quietly down on a snug, retired farm, to enjoy his conscience and his re^ections.

“Are you the man that will shelter a poor woman and child from slave- catchers?” said the senator, explicitly.

“I rather think I am,” said honest John, with some considerable emphasis. “I thought so,” said the senator. “If there’s anybody comes,” said the good man, stretching his tall, muscu-

lar form upward, “why here I’m ready for him: and I’ve got seven sons, each six foot high, and they’ll be ready for ’em. Give our respects to ’em,” said John; “tell ’em it’s no matter how soon they call,— make no kinder difference to us,” said John, running his Sngers through the shock of hair that thatched his head, and bursting out into a great laugh.

Weary, jaded, and spiritless, Eliza dragged herself up to the door, with her child lying in a heavy sleep on her arm. The rough man held the candle to her face, and uttering a kind of compassionate grunt, opened the door of a small bedroom adjoining to the large kitchen where they were standing, and motioned her to go in. He took down a candle, and lighting it, set it upon the table, and then addressed himself to Eliza.

“Now, I say, gal, you needn’t be a bit afeard, let who will come here. I’m up to all that sort o’ thing,” said he, pointing to two or three goodly ri^es over the mantel- piece; “and most people that know me know that ’t wouldn’t be healthy to try to get anybody out o’ my house when I’m agin it. So now you jist go to sleep now, as quiet as if yer mother was a rockin’ ye,” said he, as he shut the door.

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“Why, this is an uncommon handsome un,” he said to the senator. “Ah, well; handsome uns has the greatest cause to run, sometimes, if they has any kind o’ feelin, such as decent women should. I know all about that.”

The senator, in a few words, brie^y explained Eliza’s history. “O! ou! aw! now, I want to know?” said the good man, pitifully; “sho! now

sho! That’s natur now, poor crittur! hunted down now like a deer,— hunted down, jest for havin’ natural feelin’s, and doin’ what no kind o’ mother could help a doin’! I tell ye what, these yer things make me come the nighest to swearin’, now, o’ most anything,” said honest John, as he wiped his eyes with the back of a great, freckled, yellow hand. “I tell yer what, stranger, it was years and years before I’d jine the church, ’cause the ministers round in our parts used to preach that the Bible went in for these ere cuttings up,— and I couldn’t be up to ’em with their Greek and Hebrew, and so I took up agin ’em, Bible and all. I never jined the church till I found a minister that was up to ’em all in Greek and all that, and he said right the contrary; and then I took right hold, and jined the church,— I did now, fact,” said John, who had been all this time uncorking some very frisky bottled cider, which at this juncture he presented.

“Ye’d better jest put up here, now, till daylight,” said he, heartily, “and I’ll call up the old woman, and have a bed got ready for you in no time.”

“Thank you, my good friend,” said the senator, “I must be along, to take the night stage for Columbus.”

“Ah! well, then, if you must, I’ll go a piece with you, and show you a cross road that will take you there better than the road you came on. That road’s mighty bad.”

John equipped himself, and, with a lantern in hand, was soon seen guid- ing the senator’s carriage towards a road that ran down in a hollow, back of his dwelling. When they parted, the senator put into his hand a ten- dollar bill.

“It’s for her,” he said, brie^y. “Ay, ay,” said John, with equal conciseness. They shook hands, and parted.

* * * chapter xii. select incident of lawful trade

“In Ramah there was a voice heard,— weeping, and lamentation, and great mourning; Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted.”3

Mr. Haley and Tom jogged onward in their wagon, each, for a time, absorbed in his own re^ections. Now, the re^ections of two men sitting side by side are a curious thing,— seated on the same seat, having the same eyes, ears, hands and organs of all sorts, and having pass before their eyes the same objects,— it is wonderful what a variety we shall Snd in these same re^ections!

As, for example, Mr. Haley: he thought Srst of Tom’s length, and breadth, and height, and what he would sell for, if he was kept fat and in good case till he got him into market. He thought of how he should make out his gang; he thought of the respective market value of certain supposititious men and

3. Paraphrase of Jeremiah 31.15.

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women and children who were to compose it, and other kindred topics of the business; then he thought of himself, and how humane he was, that whereas other men chained their “niggers” hand and foot both, he only put fetters on the feet, and left Tom the use of his hands, as long as he behaved well; and he sighed to think how ungrateful human nature was, so that there was even room to doubt whether Tom appreciated his mercies. He had been taken in so by “niggers” whom he had favored; but still he was astonished to consider how good- natured he yet remained!

As to Tom, he was thinking over some words of an unfashionable old book, which kept running through his head again and again, as follows: “We have here no continuing city, but we seek one to come; wherefore God himself is not ashamed to be called our God; for he hath prepared for us a city.” 4 These words of an ancient volume, got up principally by “ignorant and unlearned men,” have, through all time, kept up, somehow, a strange sort of power over the minds of poor, simple fellows, like Tom. They stir up the soul from its depths, and rouse, as with trumpet call, courage, energy, and enthusiasm, where before was only the blackness of despair.

Mr. Haley pulled out of his pocket sundry newspapers, and began looking over their advertisements, with absorbed interest. He was not a remarkably ^uent reader, and was in the habit of reading in a sort of recitative half- aloud, by way of calling in his ears to verify the deductions of his eyes. In this tone he slowly recited the following paragraph:

“Executor’s Sale,—Negroes!—Agreeably to order of court, will be sold, on Tuesday, February 20, before the Court- house door, in the town of Washington, Kentucky, the following negroes: Hagar, aged 60; John, aged 30; Ben, aged 21; Saul, aged 25; Albert, aged 14. Sold for the ben- eSt of the creditors and heirs of the estate of Jesse Blutchford, Esq.

Samuel Morris, Thomas Flint,

Executors.”

“This yer I must look at,” said he to Tom, for want of somebody else to talk to. “Ye see, I’m going to get up a prime gang to take down with ye, Tom; it’ll

make it sociable and pleasant like,— good company will, ye know. We must drive right to Washington5 Srst and foremost, and then I’ll clap you into jail, while I does the business.”

Tom received this agreeable intelligence quite meekly; simply wondering, in his own heart, how many of these doomed men had wives and children, and whether they would feel as he did about leaving them. It is to be con- fessed, too, that the naïve, off- hand information that he was to be thrown into jail by no means produced an agreeable impression on a poor fellow who had always prided himself on a strictly honest and upright course of life. Yes, Tom, we must confess it, was rather proud of his honesty, poor fellow,— not having very much else to be proud of;— if he had belonged to some of the higher walks of society, he, perhaps, would never have been reduced to such straits. However, the day wore on, and the eve ning saw Haley and Tom com-

4. Amalgam of Hebrews 11.16 and Hebrews 13.14. 5. Washington, Kentucky; upriver from New Orleans.

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fortably accommodated in Washington,— the one in a tavern, and the other in a jail.

About eleven o’clock the next day, a mixed throng was gathered around the court- house steps,— smoking, chewing, spitting, swearing, and convers- ing, according to their respective tastes and turns,— waiting for the auction to commence. The men and women to be sold sat in a group apart, talking in a low tone to each other. The woman who had been advertised by the name of Hagar was a regular African in feature and Sgure. She might have been sixty, but was older than that by hard work and disease, was partially blind, and somewhat crippled with rheumatism. By her side stood her only remain- ing son, Albert, a bright- looking little fellow of fourteen years. The boy was the only survivor of a large family, who had been successively sold away from her to a southern market. The mother held on to him with both her shaking hands, and eyed with intense trepidation every one who walked up to exam- ine him.

“Don’t be feard, Aunt Hagar,” said the oldest of the men, “I spoke to Mas’r Thomas ’bout it, and he thought he might manage to sell you in a lot both together.”

“Dey needn’t call me worn out yet,” said she, lifting her shaking hands. “I can cook yet, and scrub, and scour,— I’m wuth a buying, if I do come cheap;— tell em dat ar,— you tell em,” she added, earnestly.

Haley here forced his way into the group, walked up to the old man, pulled his mouth open and looked in, felt of his teeth, made him stand and straighten himself, bend his back, and perform various evolutions to show his muscles; and then passed on to the next, and put him through the same trial. Walking up last to the boy, he felt of his arms, straightened his hands, and looked at his Sngers, and made him jump, to show his agility.

“He an’t gwine to be sold widout me!” said the old woman, with passionate eagerness; “he and I goes in a lot together; I’s rail strong yet, Mas’r, and can do heaps o’ work,— heaps on it, Mas’r.”

“On plantation?” said Haley, with a contemptuous glance. “Likely story!” and, as if satisSed with his examination, he walked out and looked, and stood with his hands in his pocket, his cigar in his mouth, and his hat cocked on one side, ready for action.

“What think of ’em?” said a man who had been following Haley’s exami- nation, as if to make up his own mind from it.

“Wal,” said Haley, spitting, “I shall put in, I think, for the youngerly ones and the boy.”

“They want to sell the boy and the old woman together,” said the man. “Find it a tight pull;— why, she’s an old rack o’ bones,— not worth her

salt.” “You wouldn’t, then?” said the man. “Anybody’d be a fool ’t would. She’s half blind, crooked with rheumatis,

and foolish to boot.” “Some buys up these yer old critturs, and ses there’s a sight more wear in

’em than a body’d think,” said the man, re^ectively. “No go, ’t all,” said Haley; “wouldn’t take her for a present,— fact,—I’ve

seen, now.” “Wal, ’tis kinder pity, now, not to buy her with her son,— her heart seems

so sot on him,— s’pose they ^ing her in cheap.”

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“Them that’s got money to spend that ar way, it’s all well enough. I shall bid off on that ar boy for a plantation- hand;—wouldn’t be bothered with her, no way,— not if they’d give her to me,” said Haley.

“She’ll take on desp’t,” said the man. “Nat’lly, she will,” said the trader, coolly. The conversation was here interrupted by a busy hum in the audience; and

the auctioneer, a short, bustling, important fellow, elbowed his way into the crowd. The old woman drew in her breath, and caught instinctively at her son.

“Keep close to yer mammy, Albert,— close,—dey’ll put us up togedder,” she said.

“O, mammy, I’m feared they won’t,” said the boy. “Dey must, child; I can’t live, no ways, if they don’t,” said the old creature,

vehemently. The stentorian tones of the auctioneer, calling out to clear the way, now

announced that the sale was about to commence. A place was cleared, and the bidding began. The different men on the list were soon knocked off at prices which showed a pretty brisk demand in the market; two of them fell to Haley.

“Come, now, young un,” said the auctioneer, giving the boy a touch with his hammer, “be up and show your springs, now.”

“Put us two up togedder, togedder,— do please, Mas’r,” said the old woman, holding fast to her boy.

“Be off,” said the man, gruffy, pushing her hands away; “you come last. Now, darkey, spring;” and, with the word, he pushed the boy toward the block, while a deep, heavy groan rose behind him. The boy paused, and looked back; but there was no time to stay, and, dashing the tears from his large, bright eyes, he was up in a moment.

His Sne Sgure, alert limbs, and bright face, raised an instant competition, and half a dozen bids simultaneously met the ear of the auctioneer. Anxious, half- frightened, he looked from side to side, as he heard the clatter of con- tending bids,— now here, now there,— till the hammer fell. Haley had got him. He was pushed from the block toward his new master, but stopped one moment, and looked back, when his poor old mother, trembling in every limb, held out her shaking hands toward him.

“Buy me too, Mas’r, for de dear Lord’s sake!— buy me,— I shall die if you don’t!”

“You’ll die if I do, that’s the kink of it,” said Haley,—“no!” And he turned on his heel.

The bidding for the poor old creature was summary. The man who had addressed Haley, and who seemed not destitute of compassion, bought her for a tri^e, and the spectators began to disperse.

The poor victims of the sale, who had been brought up in one place together for years, gathered round the despairing old mother, whose agony was pitiful to see.

“Couldn’t dey leave me one? Mas’r allers said I should have one,— he did,” she repeated over and over, in heartbroken tones.

“Trust in the Lord, Aunt Hagar,” said the oldest of the men, sorrowfully. “What good will it do?” said she, sobbing passionately. “Mother, mother,— don’t! don’t!” said the boy. “They say you’s got a good

master.”

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“I don’t care,— I don’t care. O, Albert! oh, my boy! you’s my last baby. Lord, how ken I?”

“Come, take her off, can’t some of ye?” said Haley, dryly; “don’t do no good for her to go on that ar way.”

The old men of the company, partly by persuasion and partly by force, loosed the poor creature’s last despairing hold, and, as they led her off to her new master’s wagon, strove to comfort her.

“Now!” said Haley, pushing his three purchases together, and producing a bundle of handcuffs, which he proceeded to put on their wrists; and fas- tening each handcuff to a long chain, he drove them before him to the jail.

A few days saw Haley, with his possessions, safely deposited on one of the Ohio boats. It was the commencement of his gang, to be augmented, as the boat moved on, by various other merchandise of the same kind, which he, or his agent, had stored for him in various points along shore.

The La Belle Rivière,6 as brave and beautiful a boat as ever walked the waters of her namesake river, was ^oating gayly down the stream, under a brilliant sky, the stripes and stars of free America waving and ^uttering over head; the guards crowded with well- dressed ladies and gentlemen walking and enjoying the delightful day. All was full of life, buoyant and rejoicing;— all but Haley’s gang, who were stored, with other freight, on the lower deck, and who, somehow, did not seem to appreciate their various privileges, as they sat in a knot, talking to each other in low tones.

“Boys,” said Haley, coming up, briskly, “I hope you keep up good heart, and are cheerful. Now, no sulks, ye see; keep stiff upper lip, boys; do well by me, and I’ll do well by you.”

The boys addressed responded the invariable “Yes, Mas’r,” for ages the watchword of poor Africa; but it’s to be owned they did not look particularly cheerful; they had their various little prejudices in favor of wives, mothers, sisters, and children, seen for the last time,— and though “they that wasted them required of them mirth,”7 it was not instantly forthcoming.

“I’ve got a wife,” spoke out the article enumerated as “John, aged thirty,” and he laid his chained hand on Tom’s knee,—“and she don’t know a word about this, poor girl!”

“Where does she live?” said Tom. “In a tavern a piece down here,” said John; “I wish, now, I could see her

once more in this world,” he added. Poor John! It was rather natural; and the tears that fell, as he spoke, came

as naturally as if he had been a white man. Tom drew a long breath from a sore heart, and tried, in his poor way, to comfort him.

And over head, in the cabin, sat fathers and mothers, husbands and wives; and merry, dancing children moved round among them, like so many little butter^ies, and everything was going on quite easy and comfortable.

“O, mamma,” said a boy, who had just come up from below, “there’s a negro trader on board, and he’s brought four or Sve slaves down there.”

“Poor creatures!” said the mother, in a tone between grief and indignation. “What’s that?” said another lady. “Some poor slaves below,” said the mother.

6. The Beautiful River (French). 7. Paraphrase of Psalms 137.3.

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“And they’ve got chains on,” said the boy. “What a shame to our country that such sights are to be seen!” said

another lady. “O, there’s a great deal to be said on both sides of the subject,” said

a  genteel woman, who sat at her state- room door sewing, while her little girl and boy were playing round her. “I’ve been south, and I must say I think the negroes are better off than they would be to be free.”

“In some respects, some of them are well off, I grant,” said the lady to whose remark she had answered. “The most dreadful part of slavery, to my mind, is its outrages on the feelings and affections,— the separating of fami- lies, for example.”

“That is a bad thing, certainly,” said the other lady, holding up a baby’s dress she had just completed, and looking intently on its trimmings; “but then, I fancy, it don’t occur often.”

“O, it does,” said the Srst lady, eagerly; “I’ve lived many years in Kentucky and Virginia both, and I’ve seen enough to make any one’s heart sick. Sup- pose, ma’am, your two children, there, should be taken from you, and sold?”

“We can’t reason from our feelings to those of this class of persons,” said the other lady, sorting out some worsteds on her lap.

“Indeed, ma’am, you can know nothing of them, if you say so,” answered the Srst lady, warmly. “I was born and brought up among them. I know they do feel, just as keenly,— even more so, perhaps,— as we do.”

The lady said “Indeed!” yawned, and looked out the cabin window, and Snally repeated, for a Snale, the remark with which she had begun,—“After all, I think they are better off than they would be to be free.”

“It’s undoubtedly the intention of Providence that the African race should be servants,— kept in a low condition,” said a grave- looking gentleman in black, a clergyman, seated by the cabin door. “ ‘Cursed be Canaan; a servant of servants shall he be,’ the scripture says.” 8

“I say, stranger, is that ar what that text means?” said a tall man, standing by.

“Undoubtedly. It pleased Providence, for some inscrutable reason, to doom the race to bondage, ages ago; and we must not set up our opinion against that.”

“Well, then, we’ll all go ahead and buy up niggers,” said the man, “if that’s the way of Providence,— won’t we, Squire?” said he, turning to Haley, who had been standing, with his hands in his pockets, by the stove, and intently listening to the conversation.

“Yes,” continued the tall man, “we must all be resigned to the decrees of Providence. Niggers must be sold, and trucked round, and kept under; it’s what they’s made for. ’Pears like this yer view’s quite refreshing, an’t it, stranger?” said he to Haley.

“I never thought on ’t,” said Haley. “I couldn’t have said as much, myself; I ha’nt no larning. I took up the trade just to make a living; if ’t an’t right, I calculated to ’pent on ’t in time, ye know.”

“And now you’ll save yerself the trouble, won’t ye?” said the tall man. “See what ’t is, now, to know scripture. If ye’d only studied yer Bible, like this yer

8. Genesis 9.25, from the story of Noah and his son Ham; a passage cited by proslavery writers to justify slavery on the assumption that Africans were Ham’s descendants.

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good man, ye might have know’d it before, and saved ye a heap o’ trouble. Ye could jist have said, ‘Cussed be’— what’s his name?—‘and ’t would all have come right.’ ” And the stranger, who was no other than the honest drover whom we introduced to our readers in the Kentucky tavern,9 sat down, and began smoking, with a curious smile on his long, dry face.

A tall, slender young man, with a face expressive of great feeling and intel- ligence, here broke in, and repeated the words, “ ‘All things whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so unto them.’1 I suppose,” he added, “that is scripture, as much as ‘Cursed be Canaan.’ ”

“Wal, it seems quite as plain a text, stranger,” said John the drover, “to poor fellows like us, now;” and John smoked on like a volcano.

The young man paused, looked as if he was going to say more, when sud- denly the boat stopped, and the company made the usual steamboat rush, to see where they were landing.

“Both them ar chaps parsons?” said John to one of the men, as they were going out.

The man nodded. As the boat stopped, a black woman came running wildly up the plank,

darted into the crowd, ^ew up to where the slave gang sat, and threw her arms round that unfortunate piece of merchandise before enumerated— “John, aged thirty,” and with sobs and tears bemoaned him as her husband.

But what needs tell the story, told too oft,— every day told,— of heartstrings rent and broken,— the weak broken and torn for the proSt and con ve nience of the strong! It needs not to be told;— every day is telling it,— telling it, too, in the ear of One who is not deaf, though he be long silent.

The young man who had spoken for the cause of humanity and God before stood with folded arms, looking on this scene. He turned, and Haley was standing at his side. “My friend,” he said, speaking with thick utterance, “how can you, how dare you, carry on a trade like this? Look at those poor creatures! Here I am, rejoicing in my heart that I am going home to my wife and child; and the same bell which is a signal to carry me onward towards them will part this poor man and his wife forever. Depend upon it, God will bring you into judgment for this.”

The trader turned away in silence. “I say, now,” said the drover, touching his elbow, “there’s differences in

parsons, an’t there? ‘Cussed be Canaan’ don’t seem to go down with this ’un, does it?”

Haley gave an uneasy growl. “And that ar an’t the worse on ’t,” said John; “mabbe it won’t go down with

the Lord, neither, when ye come to settle with Him, one o’ these days, as all on us must, I reckon.”

Haley walked re^ectively to the other end of the boat. “If I make pretty handsomely on one or two next gangs,” he thought,

“I reckon I’ll stop off this yer; it’s really getting dangerous.” And he took out his pocket- book, and began adding over his accounts,— a pro cess which many gentlemen besides Mr. Haley have found a speciSc2 for an uneasy conscience.

9. Mr. Symmes was introduced at the end of chapter III. “Drover”: cattle driver, farmer.

1. From Sermon on the Mount (Matthew 7.12). 2. Healing tonic.

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The boat swept proudly away from the shore, and all went on merrily, as before. Men talked, and loafed, and read, and smoked. Women sewed, and children played, and the boat passed on her way.

One day, when she lay to for a while at a small town in Kentucky, Haley went up into the place on a little matter of business.

Tom, whose fetters did not prevent his taking a moderate circuit, had drawn near the side of the boat, and stood listlessly gazing over the railings. After a time, he saw the trader returning, with an alert step, in company with a colored woman, bearing in her arms a young child. She was dressed quite respectably, and a colored man followed her, bringing along a small trunk. The woman came cheerfully onward, talking, as she came, with the man who bore her trunk, and so passed up the plank into the boat. The bell rung, the steamer whizzed, the engine groaned and coughed, and away swept the boat down the river.

The woman walked forward among the boxes and bales of the lower deck, and, sitting down, busied herself with chirruping to her baby.

Haley made a turn or two about the boat, and then, coming up, seated himself near her, and began saying something to her in an indifferent under- tone.

Tom soon noticed a heavy cloud passing over the woman’s brow; and that she answered rapidly, and with great vehemence.

“I don’t believe it,— I won’t believe it!” he heard her say. “You’re jist a foo- lin with me.”

“If you won’t believe it, look here!” said the man, drawing out a paper; “this yer’s the bill of sale, and there’s your master’s name to it; and I paid down good solid cash for it, too, I can tell you,— so, now!”

“I don’t believe Mas’r would cheat me so; it can’t be true!” said the woman, with increasing agitation.

“You can ask any of these men here, that can read writing. Here!” he said, to a man that was passing by, “jist read this yer, won’t you! This yer gal won’t believe me, when I tell her what ’t is.”

“Why, it’s a bill of sale, signed by John Fosdick,” said the man, “making over to you the girl Lucy and her child. It’s all straight enough, for aught I see.”

The woman’s passionate exclamations collected a crowd around her, and the trader brie^y explained to them the cause of the agitation.

“He told me that I was going down to Louisville, to hire out as cook to the same tavern where my husband works,— that’s what Mas’r told me, his own self; and I can’t believe he’d lie to me,” said the woman.

“But he has sold you, my poor woman, there’s no doubt about it,” said a good- natured looking man, who had been examining the papers; “he has done it, and no mistake.”

“Then it’s no account talking,” said the woman, suddenly growing quite calm; and, clasping her child tighter in her arms, she sat down on her box, turned her back round, and gazed listlessly into the river.

“Going to take it easy, after all!” said the trader. “Gal’s got grit, I see.” The woman looked calm, as the boat went on; and a beautiful soft summer

breeze passed like a compassionate spirit over her head,— the gentle breeze, that never inquires whether the brow is dusky or fair that it fans. And she saw sunshine sparkling on the water, in golden ripples, and heard gay voices, full

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of ease and plea sure, talking around her everywhere; but her heart lay as if a great stone had fallen on it. Her baby raised himself up against her, and stroked her cheeks with his little hands; and, springing up and down, crow- ing and chatting, seemed determined to arouse her. She strained him sud- denly and tightly in her arms, and slowly one tear after another fell on his wondering, unconscious face; and gradually she seemed, and little by little, to grow calmer, and busied herself with tending and nursing him.

The child, a boy of ten months, was uncommonly large and strong of his age, and very vigorous in his limbs. Never, for a moment, still, he kept his mother constantly busy in holding him, and guarding his springing activity.

“That’s a Sne chap!” said a man, suddenly stopping opposite to him, with his hands in his pockets. “How old is he?”

“Ten months and a half,” said the mother. The man whistled to the boy, and offered him part of a stick of candy,

which he eagerly grabbed at, and very soon had it in a baby’s general depos- itory, to wit, his mouth.

“Rum fellow!” said the man. “Knows what’s what!” and he whistled, and walked on. When he had got to the other side of the boat, he came across Haley, who was smoking on top of a pile of boxes.

The stranger produced a match, and lighted a cigar, saying, as he did so, “Decentish kind o’ wench you’ve got round there, stranger.” “Why, I reckon she is tol’able fair,” said Haley, blowing the smoke out of

his mouth. “Taking her down south?” said the man. Haley nodded, and smoked on. “Plantation hand?” said the man. “Wal,” said Haley, “I’m Sllin’ out an order for a plantation, and I think I

shall put her in. They telled me she was a good cook; and they can use her for that, or set her at the cotton- picking. She’s got the right Sngers for that; I looked at ’em. Sell well, either way;” and Haley resumed his cigar.

“They won’t want the young ’un on a plantation,” said the man. “I shall sell him, Srst chance I Snd,” said Haley, lighting another cigar. “S’pose you’d be selling him tol’able cheap,” said the stranger, mounting

the pile of boxes, and sitting down comfortably. “Don’t know ’bout that,” said Haley; “he’s a pretty smart young ’un,—

straight, fat, strong; ^esh as hard as a brick!” “Very true, but then there’s all the bother and expense of raisin’.” “Nonsense!” said Haley; “they is raised as easy as any kind of critter there

is going; they an’t a bit more trouble than pups. This yer chap will be run- ning all round, in a month.”

“I’ve got a good place for raisin’, and I thought of takin’ in a little more stock,” said the man. “One cook lost a young ’un last week,— got drownded in a wash- tub, while she was a hangin’ out clothes,— and I reckon it would be well enough to set her to raisin’ this yer.”

Haley and the stranger smoked a while in silence, neither seeming willing to broach the test question of the interview. At last the man resumed:

“You wouldn’t think of wantin’ more than ten dollars for that ar chap, seeing you must get him off yer hand, any how?”

Haley shook his head, and spit impressively.

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“That won’t do, no ways,” he said, and began his smoking again. “Well, stranger, what will you take?” “Well, now,” said Haley, “I could raise that ar chap myself, or get him

raised; he’s oncommon likely and healthy, and he’d fetch a hundred dollars, six months hence; and, in a year or two, he’d bring two hundred, if I had him in the right spot;— so I shan’t take a cent less nor Sfty for him now.”

“O, stranger! that’s rediculous, altogether,” said the man. “Fact!” said Haley, with a decisive nod of his head. “I’ll give thirty for him,” said the stranger, “but not a cent more.” “Now, I’ll tell ye what I will do,” said Haley, spitting again, with renewed

decision. “I’ll split the difference, and say forty- Sve; and that’s the most I will do.”

“Well, agreed!” said the man, after an interval. “Done!” said Haley. “Where do you land?” “At Louisville,” said the man. “Louisville,” said Haley. “Very fair, we get there about dusk. Chap will

be asleep,— all fair,— get him off quietly, and no screaming,— happens beautiful,— I like to do everything quietly,— I hates all kind of agitation and ^uster.” And so, after a transfer of certain bills had passed from the man’s pocket- book to the trader’s, he resumed his cigar.

It was a bright, tranquil eve ning when the boat stopped at the wharf at Louisville. The woman had been sitting with her baby in her arms, now wrapped in a heavy sleep. When she heard the name of the place called out, she hastily laid the child down in a little cradle formed by the hollow among the boxes, Srst carefully spreading under it her cloak; and then she sprung to the side of the boat, in hopes that, among the various hotel- waiters who thronged the wharf, she might see her husband. In this hope, she pressed forward to the front rails, and, stretching far over them, strained her eyes intently on the moving heads on the shore, and the crowd pressed in between her and the child.

“Now’s your time,” said Haley, taking the sleeping child up, and handing him to the stranger. “Don’t wake him up, and set him to crying, now; it would make a dev il of a fuss with the gal.” The man took the bundle carefully, and was soon lost in the crowd that went up the wharf.

When the boat, creaking, and groaning, and pufSng, had loosed from the wharf, and was beginning slowly to strain herself along, the woman returned to her old seat. The trader was sitting there,— the child was gone!

“Why, why,— where?” she began, in bewildered surprise. “Lucy,” said the trader, “your child’s gone; you may as well know it Srst as

last. You see, I know’d you couldn’t take him down south; and I got a chance to sell him to a Srst- rate family, that’ll raise him better than you can.”

The trader had arrived at that stage of Christian and po liti cal perfection which has been recommended by some preachers and politicians of the north, lately, in which he had completely overcome every humane weakness and prejudice. His heart was exactly where yours, sir, and mine could be brought, with proper effort and cultivation. The wild look of anguish and utter despair that the woman cast on him might have disturbed one less prac- tised; but he was used to it. He had seen that same look hundreds of times. You can get used to such things, too, my friend; and it is the great object of recent efforts to make our whole northern community used to them, for the

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glory of the Union. So the trader only regarded the mortal anguish which he saw working in those dark features, those clenched hands, and suffocating breathings, as necessary incidents of the trade, and merely calculated whether she was going to scream, and get up a commotion on the boat; for, like other supporters of our peculiar institution, he decidedly disliked agitation.

But the woman did not scream. The shot had passed too straight and direct through the heart, for cry or tear.

Dizzily she sat down. Her slack hands fell lifeless by her side. Her eyes looked straight forward, but she saw nothing. All the noise and hum of the boat, the groaning of the machinery, mingled dreamily to her bewildered ear; and the poor, dumb- stricken heart had neither cry nor tear to show for its utter misery. She was quite calm.

The trader, who, considering his advantages, was almost as humane as some of our politicians, seemed to feel called on to administer such conso- lation as the case admitted of.

“I know this yer comes kinder hard, at Srst, Lucy,” said he; “but such a smart, sensible gal as you are, won’t give way to it. You see it’s necessary, and can’t be helped!”

“O! don’t, Mas’r, don’t!” said the woman, with a voice like one that is smothering.

“You’re a smart wench, Lucy,” he persisted; “I mean to do well by ye, and get ye a nice place down river; and you’ll soon get another husband,— such a likely gal as you—”

“O! Mas’r, if you only won’t talk to me now,” said the woman, in a voice of such quick and living anguish that the trader felt that there was something at present in the case beyond his style of operation. He got up, and the woman turned away, and buried her head in her cloak.

The trader walked up and down for a time, and occasionally stopped and looked at her.

“Takes it hard, rather,” he soliloquized, “but quiet, tho’;— let her sweat a while; she’ll come right, by and by!”

Tom had watched the whole transaction from Srst to last, and had a per- fect understanding of its results. To him, it looked like something unutterably horrible and cruel, because, poor, ignorant black soul! he had not learned to generalize, and to take enlarged views. If he had only been instructed by cer- tain ministers of Christianity, he might have thought better of it, and seen in it an every- day incident of a lawful trade; a trade which is the vital support of an institution which some American divines tell us has no evils but such as are inseparable from any other relations in social and domestic life. But Tom, as we see, being a poor, ignorant fellow, whose reading had been conSned entirely to the New Testament, could not comfort and solace himself with views like these. His very soul bled within him for what seemed to him the wrongs of the poor suffering thing that lay like a crushed reed on the boxes; the feeling, living, bleeding, yet immortal thing, which American state law coolly classes with the bundles, and bales, and boxes, among which she is lying.

Tom drew near, and tried to say something; but she only groaned. Hon- estly, and with tears running down his own cheeks, he spoke of a heart of love in the skies, of a pitying Jesus, and an eternal home; but the ear was deaf with anguish, and the palsied heart could not feel.

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Night came on,— night calm, unmoved, and glorious, shining down with her innumerable and solemn angel eyes, twinkling, beautiful, but silent. There was no speech nor language, no pitying voice nor helping hand, from that distant sky. One after another, the voices of business or plea sure died away; all on the boat were sleeping, and the ripples at the prow were plainly heard. Tom stretched himself out on a box, and there, as he lay, he heard, ever and anon, a smothered sob or cry from the prostate creature,—“O! what shall I do? O Lord! O good Lord, do help me!” and so, ever and anon, until the murmur died away in silence.

At midnight, Tom waked, with a sudden start. Something black passed quickly by him to the side of the boat, and he heard a splash in the water. No one else saw or heard anything. He raised his head,— the woman’s place was vacant! He got up, and sought about him in vain. The poor bleeding heart was still, at last, and the river rippled and dimpled just as brightly as if it had not closed above it.

Patience! patience! ye whose hearts swell indignant at wrongs like these. Not one throb of anguish, not one tear of the oppressed, is forgotten by the Man of Sorrows, the Lord of Glory. In his patient, generous bosom he bears the anguish of a world. Bear thou, like him, in patience, and labor in love; for sure as he is God, “the year of his redeemed shall come.” 3

The trader waked up bright and early, and came out to see to his live stock. It was now his turn to look about in perplexity.

“Where alive is that gal?” he said to Tom. Tom, who had learned the wisdom of keeping counsel, did not feel called

on to state his observations and suspicions, but said he did not know. “She surely couldn’t have got off in the night at any of the landings, for I

was awake, and on the look- out, whenever the boat stopped. I never trust these yer things to other folks.”

This speech was addressed to Tom quite conSdentially, as if it was some- thing that would be specially interesting to him. Tom made no answer.

The trader searched the boat from stem to stern, among boxes, bales and barrels, around the machinery, by the chimneys, in vain.

“Now, I say, Tom, be fair about this yer,” he said, when, after a fruitless search, he came where Tom was standing. “You know something about it, now. Don’t tell me,— I know you do. I saw the gal stretched out here about ten o’clock, and ag’in at twelve, and ag’in between one and two; and then at four she was gone, and you was sleeping right there all the time. Now, you know something,— you can’t help it.”

“Well, Mas’r,” said Tom, “towards morning something brushed by me, and I kinder half woke; and then I hearn a great splash, and then I clare woke up, and the gal was gone. That’s all I know on ’t.”

The trader was not shocked nor amazed; because, as we said before, he was used to a great many things that you are not used to. Even the awful presence of Death struck no solemn chill upon him. He had seen Death many times,— met him in the way of trade, and got acquainted with him,— and he only thought of him as a hard customer, that embarrassed his prop- erty operations very unfairly; and so he only swore that the gal was a baggage,

3. Paraphrase of Isaiah 63.4.

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and that he was dev ilish unlucky, and that, if things went on in this way, he should not make a cent on the trip. In short, he seemed to consider himself an ill- used man, decidedly; but there was no help for it, as the woman had escaped into a state which never will give up a fugitive,— not even at the demand of the whole glorious Union. The trader, therefore, sat discontent- edly down, with his little account- book, and put down the missing body and soul under the head of losses!

“He’s a shocking creature, isn’t he,— this trader? so unfeeling! It’s dread- ful, really!”

“O, but nobody thinks anything of these traders! They are universally despised,— never received into any decent society.”

But who, sir, makes the trader? Who is most to blame? The enlightened, cultivated, intelligent man, who supports the system of which the trader is the inevitable result, or the poor trader himself? You make the public senti- ment that calls for his trade, that debauches and depraves him, till he feels no shame in it; and in what are you better than he?

Are you educated and he ignorant, you high and he low, you reSned and he coarse, you talented and he simple?

In the day of a future Judgment, these very considerations may make it more tolerable for him than for you.

In concluding these little incidents of lawful trade, we must beg the world not to think that American legislators are entirely destitute of humanity, as might, perhaps, be unfairly inferred from the great efforts made in our national body to protect and perpetuate this species of trafSc.

Who does not know how our great men are outdoing themselves, in declaiming against the foreign slave- trade. There are a perfect host of Clark- sons4 and Wilberforces risen up among us on that subject, most edifying to hear and behold. Trading negroes from Africa, dear reader, is so horrid! It is not to be thought of! But trading them from Kentucky,— that’s quite another thing!

chapter xiii. the quaker settlement5

A quiet scene now rises before us. A large, roomy, neatly- painted kitchen, its yellow ̂ oor glossy and smooth, and without a particle of dust; a neat, well- blacked cooking- stove; rows of shining tin, suggestive of unmentionable good things to the appetite; glossy green wood chairs, old and Srm; a small ^ag- bottomed rocking- chair, with a patch- work cushion in it, neatly contrived out of small pieces of different colored woollen goods, and a larger sized one, motherly and old, whose wide arms breathed hospitable invitation, sec- onded by the solicitation of its feather cushions,— a real comfortable, persua- sive old chair, and worth, in the way of honest, homely enjoyment, a dozen of your plush or brochetelle6 drawing- room gentry; and in the chair, gently swaying back and forward, her eyes bent on some Sne sewing, sat our old

4. The En glish abolitionist Thomas Clarkson (1760– 1846), who with his countryman William Wilberforce was an architect of the 1807 act of Parliament abolishing the slave trade. A similar act was passed by the U.S. Congress the same year; it prohibited importation of slaves from abroad, which allowed the trade to ^ourish within the

United States. 5. Located in Indiana. The Quakers, or Society of Friends, are a religious group known during the antebellum period for their paciSsm and anti- slavery politics. Stowe emphasizes the matriar- chal and familial nature of the settlement. 6. Brocatelle; a patterned fabric.

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friend Eliza. Yes, there she is, paler and thinner than in her Kentucky home, with a world of quiet sorrow lying under the shadow of her long eye- lashes, and marking the outline of her gentle mouth! It was plain to see how old and Srm the girlish heart was grown under the discipline of heavy sor- row; and when, anon, her large dark eye was raised to follow the gambols of her little Harry, who was sporting, like some tropical butter^y, hither and thither over the ^oor, she showed a depth of Srmness and steady resolve that was never there in her earlier and happier days.

By her side sat a woman with a bright tin pan in her lap, into which she was carefully sorting some dried peaches. She might be Sfty- Sve or sixty; but hers was one of those faces that time seems to touch only to brighten and adorn. The snowy lisse crape7 cap, made after the strait Quaker pattern,— the plain white muslin handkerchief, lying in placid folds across her bosom,— the drab shawl and dress,— showed at once the community to which she belonged. Her face was round and rosy, with a healthful downy softness, suggestive of a ripe peach. Her hair, partially silvered by age, was parted smoothly back from a high placid forehead on which time had written no inscription, except peace on earth, good will to men, and beneath shone a large pair of clear, honest, loving brown eyes; you only needed to look straight into them, to feel that you saw to the bottom of a heart as good and true as ever throbbed in woman’s bosom. So much has been said and sung of beautiful young girls, why don’t somebody wake up to the beauty of old women? If any want to get up an inspiration under this head, we refer them to our good friend Rachel Halliday, just as she sits there in her little rocking- chair. It had a turn for quacking and squeaking,— that chair had,— either from having taken cold in early life, or from some asthmatic affection, or perhaps from ner vous derangement; but, as she gently swung backward and forward, the chair kept up a kind of subdued “creechy crawchy,” that would have been intolera- ble in any other chair. But old Simeon Halliday often declared it was as good as any music to him, and the children all avowed that they wouldn’t miss of hearing mother’s chair for anything in the world. For why? for twenty years or more, nothing but loving words and gentle moralities, and motherly loving kindness, had come from that chair;—head- aches and heart- aches innumer- able had been cured there,— difSculties spiritual and temporal solved there,— all by one good, loving woman, God bless her!

“And so thee still thinks of going to Canada, Eliza?” she said, as she was quietly looking over her peaches.

“Yes, ma’am,” said Eliza, Srmly. “I must go onward. I dare not stop.” “And what’ll thee do, when thee gets there? Thee must think about that,

my daughter.” “My daughter” came naturally from the lips of Rachel Halliday; for hers

was just the face and form that made “mother” seem the most natural word in the world.

Eliza’s hands trembled, and some tears fell on her Sne work; but she answered, Srmly,

“I shall do— anything I can Snd. I hope I can Snd something.” “Thee knows thee can stay here, as long as thee pleases,” said Rachel.

7. Light decorative fabric.

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“O, thank you,” said Eliza, “but”— she pointed to Harry—“I can’t sleep nights; I can’t rest. Last night I dreamed I saw that man coming into the yard,” she said, shuddering.

“Poor child!” said Rachel, wiping her eyes; “but thee mustn’t feel so. The Lord hath ordered it so that never hath a fugitive been stolen from our vil- lage. I trust thine will not be the Srst.”

The door here opened, and a little short, round, pincushiony woman stood at the door, with a cheery, blooming face, like a ripe apple. She was dressed, like Rachel, in sober gray, with the muslin folded neatly across her round, plump little chest.

“Ruth Stedman,” said Rachel, coming joyfully forward; “how is thee, Ruth?” she said, heartily taking both her hands.

“Nicely,” said Ruth, taking off her little drab bonnet, and dusting it with her handkerchief, displaying, as she did so, a round little head, on which the Quaker cap sat with a sort of jaunty air, despite all the stroking and patting of the small fat hands, which were busily applied to arranging it. Certain stray locks of decidedly curly hair, too, had escaped here and there, and had to be coaxed and cajoled into their place again; and then the new comer, who might have been Sve- and- twenty, turned from the small looking- glass, before which she had been making these arrangements, and looked well pleased,— as most people who looked at her might have been,— for she was decidedly a wholesome, whole- hearted, chirruping little woman, as ever gladdened man’s heart withal.

“Ruth, this friend is Eliza Harris; and this is the little boy I told thee of.” “I am glad to see thee, Eliza,— very,” said Ruth, shaking hands, as if Eliza

were an old friend she had long been expecting; “and this is thy dear boy,— I brought a cake for him,” she said, holding out a little heart to the boy, who came up, gazing through his curls, and accepted it shyly.

“Where’s thy baby, Ruth?” said Rachel. “O, he’s coming; but thy Mary caught him as I came in, and ran off with

him to the barn, to show him to the children.” At this moment, the door opened, and Mary, an honest, rosy- looking girl,

with large brown eyes, like her mother’s, came in with the baby. “Ah! ha!” said Rachel, coming up, and taking the great, white, fat fellow

in her arms; “how good he looks, and how he does grow!” “To be sure, he does,” said little bustling Ruth as she took the child, and

began taking off a little blue silk hood, and various layers and wrappers of outer garments; and having given a twitch here, and a pull there, and vari- ously adjusted and arranged him, and kissed him heartily, she set him on the ^oor to collect his thoughts. Baby seemed quite used to this mode of proceeding, for he put his thumb in his mouth (as if it were quite a thing of course), and seemed soon absorbed in his own re^ections, while the mother seated herself, and taking out a long stocking of mixed blue and white yarn, began to knit with briskness.

“Mary, thee’d better Sll the kettle, hadn’t thee?” gently suggested the mother. Mary took the kettle to the well, and soon reappearing, placed it over the

stove, where it was soon purring and steaming, a sort of censer of hospital- ity and good cheer. The peaches, moreover, in obedience to a few gentle whis- pers from Rachel, were soon deposited, by the same hand, in a stew- pan over the Sre.

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Rachel now took down a snowy moulding- board, and, tying on an apron, proceeded quietly to making up some biscuits, Srst saying to Mary,—“Mary, hadn’t thee better tell John to get a chicken ready?” and Mary disappeared accordingly.

“And how is Abigail Peters?” said Rachel, as she went on with her bis- cuits.

“O, she’s better,” said Ruth; “I was in, this morning; made the bed, tidied up the house. Leah Hills went in, this afternoon, and baked bread and pies enough to last some days and I engaged to go back to get her up, this eve ning.”

“I will go in to- morrow, and do any cleaning there may be, and look over the mending,” said Rachel.

“Ah! that is well,” said Ruth. “I’ve heard,” she added, “that Hannah Stan- wood is sick. John was up there, last night,— I must go there tomorrow.”

“John can come in here to his meals, if thee needs to stay all day,” sug- gested Rachel.

“Thank thee, Rachel; will see, to- morrow; but, here comes Simeon.” Simeon Halliday, a tall, straight, muscular man, in drab coat and panta-

loons, and broad- brimmed hat, now entered. “How is thee, Ruth?” he said, warmly, as he spread his broad open hand

for her little fat palm; “and how is John?” “O! John is well, and all the rest of our folks,” said Ruth, cheerily. “Any news, father?” said Rachel, as she was putting her biscuits into the

oven. “Peter Stebbins told me that they should be along to- night, with friends,”

said Simeon, signiScantly, as he was washing his hands at a neat sink, in a little back porch.

“Indeed!” said Rachel, looking thoughtfully, and glancing at Eliza. “Did thee say thy name was Harris?” said Simeon to Eliza, as he reen-

tered. Rachel glanced quickly at her husband, as Eliza tremulously answered

“yes;” her fears, ever uppermost, suggesting that possibly there might be advertisements out for her.

“Mother!” said Simeon, standing in the porch, and calling Rachel out. “What does thee want, father?” said Rachel, rubbing her ^oury hands, as

she went into the porch. “This child’s husband is in the settlement, and will be here to- night,” said

Simeon. “Now, thee doesn’t say that, father?” said Rachel, all her face radiant with

joy. “It’s really true. Peter was down yesterday, with the wagon, to the other

stand, and there he found an old woman and two men; and one said his name was George Harris; and, from what he told of his history, I am certain who he is. He is a bright, likely fellow, too.”

“Shall we tell her now?” said Simeon. “Let’s tell Ruth,” said Rachel. “Here, Ruth,— come here.” Ruth laid down her knitting- work, and was in the back porch in a moment. “Ruth, what does thee think?” said Rachel. “Father says Eliza’s husband

is in the last company, and will be here to- night.” A burst of joy from the little Quakeress interrupted the speech. She gave

such a bound from the ^oor, as she clapped her little hands, that two stray

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curls fell from under her Quaker cap, and lay brightly on her white necker- chief.

“Hush thee, dear!” said Rachel, gently; “hush, Ruth! Tell us, shall we tell her now?”

“Now! to be sure,— this very minute. Why, now, suppose ’twas my John, how should I feel? Do tell her, right off.”

“Thee uses thyself only to learn how to love thy neighbor, Ruth,” said Simeon, looking, with a beaming face, on Ruth.

“To be sure. Isn’t it what we are made for? If I didn’t love John and the baby, I should not know how to feel for her. Come, now, do tell her,— do!” and she laid her hands persuasively on Rachel’s arm. “Take her into thy bed- room, there, and let me fry the chicken while thee does it.”

Rachel came out into the kitchen, where Eliza was sewing, and opening the door of a small bed- room, said, gently, “Come in here with me, my daugh- ter; I have news to tell thee.”

The blood ^ushed in Eliza’s pale face; she rose, trembling with ner vous anxiety, and looked towards her boy.

“No, no,” said little Ruth, darting up, and seizing her hands. “Never thee fear; it’s good news, Eliza,— go in, go in!” And she gently pushed her to the door, which closed after her; and then, turning round, she caught little Harry in her arms, and began kissing him.

“Thee’ll see thy father, little one. Does thee know it? Thy father is coming,” she said, over and over again, as the boy looked wonderingly at her.

Meanwhile, within the door, another scene was going on. Rachel Halliday drew Eliza toward her, and said, “The Lord hath had mercy on thee, daugh- ter; thy husband hath escaped from the house of bondage.”

The blood ^ushed to Eliza’s cheek in a sudden glow, and went back to her heart with as sudden a rush. She sat down, pale and faint.

“Have courage, child,” said Rachel, laying her hand on her head. “He is among friends, who will bring him here to- night.”

“To- night!” Eliza repeated, “to- night!” The words lost all meaning to her; her head was dreamy and confused; all was mist for a moment.

When she awoke, she found herself snugly tucked up on the bed, with a  blanket over her, and little Ruth rubbing her hands with camphor. She opened her eyes in a state of dreamy, delicious languor, such as one has who has long been bearing a heavy load, and now feels it gone, and would rest. The tension of the nerves, which had never ceased a moment since the Srst hour of her ^ight, had given way, and a strange feeling of security and rest came over her; and, as she lay, with her large, dark eyes open, she followed, as in a quiet dream, the motions of those about her. She saw the door open into the other room; saw the supper table, with its snowy cloth; heard the dreamy murmur of the singing tea- kettle, saw Ruth tripping backward and forward, with plates of cake and saucers of preserves, and ever and anon stopping to put a cake into Harry’s hand, or pat his head, or twine his long curls round her snowy Sngers. She saw the ample, motherly form of Rachel, as she ever and anon came to the bed- side, and smoothed and arranged something about the bed- clothes, and gave a tuck here and there, by way of expressing her good- will; and was conscious of a kind of sunshine beaming down upon her from her large, clear, brown eyes. She saw Ruth’s husband

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come in,— saw her ^y up to him, and commence whispering very earnestly, ever and anon, with impressive gesture, pointing her little Snger toward the room. She saw her, with the baby in her arms, sitting down to tea; she saw them all at table, and little Harry in a high chair, under the shadow of Rachel’s ample wing; there were low murmurs of talk, gentle tinkling of tea- spoons, and musical clatter of cups and saucers, and all mingled in a delightful dream of rest; and Eliza slept, as she had not slept before, since the fearful midnight hour when she had taken her child and ^ed through the frosty star- light.

She dreamed of a beautiful country,— a land, it seemed to her, of rest,— green shores, pleasant islands, and beautifully glittering water; and there, in a house which kind voices told her was a home, she saw her boy playing, a free and happy child. She heard her husband’s footsteps; she felt him coming nearer; his arms were around her, his tears falling on her face, and she awoke! It was no dream. The daylight had long faded; her child lay calmly sleeping by her side; a candle was burning dimly on the stand, and her husband was sob- bing by her pillow.

The next morning was a cheerful one at the Quaker house. “Mother” was up betimes, and surrounded by busy girls and boys, whom we had scarce time to introduce to our readers yesterday, and who all moved obediently to Rachel’s gentle “Thee had better,” or more gentle “Hadn’t thee better?” in the work of getting breakfast; for a breakfast in the luxurious valleys of Indi- ana is a thing complicated and multiform, and, like picking up the rose- leaves and trimming the bushes in Paradise, asking other hands than those of the original mother. While, therefore, John ran to the spring for fresh water, and Simeon the second sifted meal for corn- cakes, and Mary ground coffee, Rachel moved gently and quietly about, making biscuits, cutting up chicken, and diffusing a sort of sunny radiance over the whole proceeding generally. If there was any danger of friction or collision from the ill- regulated zeal of so many young operators, her gentle “Come! come!” or “I wouldn’t, now,” was quite sufScient to allay the difSculty. Bards have written of the cestus of Venus,8 that turned the heads of all the world in successive generations. We had rather, for our part, have the cestus of Rachel Halliday, that kept heads from being turned, and made everything go on harmoniously. We think it is more suited to our modern days, decidedly.

While all other preparations were going on, Simeon the elder stood in his shirt- sleeves before a little looking- glass in the corner, engaged in the anti- patriarchal operation of shaving. Everything went on so sociably, so quietly, so harmoniously, in the great kitchen,— it seemed so pleasant to every one to do just what they were doing, there was such an atmosphere of mutual conSdence and good fellowship everywhere,— even the knives and forks had a social clatter as they went on to the table; and the chicken and ham had a cheerful and joyous Szzle in the pan, as if they rather enjoyed being cooked than otherwise;— and when George and Eliza and little Harry came out, they met such a hearty, rejoicing welcome, no wonder it seemed to them like a dream.

8. Roman goddess of love and beauty. “Cestus”: woman’s belt or girdle, worn by Venus to arouse desire.

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At last, they were all seated at breakfast, while Mary stood at the stove, baking griddle- cakes, which, as they gained the true exact golden- brown tint of perfection, were transferred quite handily to the table.

Rachel never looked so truly and benignly happy as at the head of her table. There was so much motherliness and full- heartedness even in the way she passed a plate of cakes or poured a cup of coffee, that it seemed to put a spirit into the food and drink she offered.

It was the Srst time that ever George had sat down on equal terms at any white man’s table; and he sat down, at Srst, with some constraint and awk- wardness; but they all exhaled and went off like fog, in the genial morning rays of this simple, over^owing kindness.

This, indeed, was a home,—home,—a word that George had never yet known a meaning for; and a belief in God, and trust in his providence, began to encircle his heart, as, with a golden cloud of protection and conSdence, dark, misanthropic, pining, atheistic doubts, and Serce despair, melted away before the light of a living Gospel, breathed in living faces, preached by a thousand unconscious acts of love and good will, which, like the cup of cold water given in the name of a disciple, shall never lose their reward.

“Father, what if thee should get found out again?” said Simeon second, as he buttered his cake.

“I should pay my Sne,” said Simeon, quietly. “But what if they put thee in prison?” “Couldn’t thee and mother manage the farm?” said Simeon, smiling. “Mother can do almost everything,” said the boy. “But isn’t it a shame to

make such laws?” “Thee mustn’t speak evil of thy rulers, Simeon,” said his father, gravely.

“The Lord only gives us our worldly goods that we may do justice and mercy; if our rulers require a price of us for it, we must deliver it up.”

“Well, I hate those old slaveholders!” said the boy, who felt as unchristian as became any modern reformer.

“I am surprised at thee, son,” said Simeon; “thy mother never taught thee so. I would do even the same for the slaveholder as for the slave, if the Lord brought him to my door in af^iction.”

Simeon second blushed scarlet; but his mother only smiled, and said, “Simeon is my good boy; he will grow older, by and by, and then he will be like his father.”

“I hope, my good sir, that you are not exposed to any difSculty on our account,” said George, anxiously.

“Fear nothing, George, for therefore are we sent into the world. If we would not meet trouble for a good cause, we were not worthy of our name.”

“But, for me,” said George, “I could not bear it.” “Fear not, then, friend George; it is not for thee, but for God and man, we

do it,” said Simeon. “And now thou must lie by quietly this day, and to- night, at ten o’clock, Phineas Fletcher will carry thee onward to the next stand,— thee and the rest of thy company. The pursuers are hard after thee; we must not delay.”

“If that is the case, why wait till eve ning?” said George. “Thou art safe here by daylight, for every one in the settlement is a

Friend, and all are watching. It has been found safer to travel by night.”

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chapter xiv. evangeline “A young star! which shone O’er life— too sweet an image for such glass! A lovely being, scarcely formed or moulded; A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.”9

The Mississippi! How, as by an enchanted wand, have its scenes been changed, since Chateaubriand1 wrote his prose- poetic description of it, as a river of mighty, unbroken solitudes, rolling amid undreamed wonders of vegetable and animal existence.

But, as in an hour, this river of dreams and wild romance has emerged to a reality scarcely less visionary and splendid. What other river of the world bears on its bosom to the ocean the wealth and enterprise of such another country?— a country whose products embrace all between the tropics and the poles! Those turbid waters, hurrying, foaming, tearing along, an apt resem- blance of that headlong tide of business which is poured along its wave by a race more vehement and energetic than any the old world ever saw. Ah! would that they did not also bear along a more fearful freight,— the tears of the oppressed, the sighs of the helpless, the bitter prayers of poor, ignorant hearts to an unknown God— unknown, unseen and silent, but who will yet “come out of his place to save all the poor of the earth!”2

The slanting light of the setting sun quivers on the sea- like expanse of the river; the shivery canes, and the tall, dark cypress, hung with wreaths of dark, funereal moss, glow in the golden ray, as the heavily- laden steamboat marches onward.

Piled with cotton- bales, from many a plantation, up over deck and sides, till she seems in the distance a square, massive block of gray, she moves heav- ily onward to the nearing mart. We must look some time among its crowded decks before we shall Snd again our humble friend Tom. High on the upper deck, in a little nook among the everywhere predominant cotton- bales, at last we may Snd him.

Partly from conSdence inspired by Mr. Shelby’s repre sen ta tions, and partly from the remarkably inoffensive and quiet character of the man, Tom had insensibly won his way far into the conSdence even of such a man as Haley.

At Srst he had watched him narrowly through the day, and never allowed him to sleep at night unfettered; but the uncomplaining patience and appar- ent contentment of Tom’s manner led him gradually to discontinue these restraints, and for some time Tom had enjoyed a sort of parole of honor, being permitted to come and go freely where he pleased on the boat.

Ever quiet and obliging, and more than ready to lend a hand in every emer- gency which occurred among the workmen below, he had won the good opin- ion of all the hands, and spent many hours in helping them with as hearty a good will as ever he worked on a Kentucky farm.

When there seemed to be nothing for him to do, he would climb to a nook among the cotton- bales of the upper deck, and busy himself in studying over his Bible,— and it is there we see him now.

9. From Don Juan 14.43 (1818– 24), by the En glish poet George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788– 1824). 1. François- René, Vicomte de Chateaubriand

(1768– 1848), French writer who journeyed in the United States in 1791 and incorporated descrip- tions from his travels into his writings. 2. Psalms 76.9.

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For a hundred or more miles above New Orleans, the river is higher than the surrounding country, and rolls its tremendous volume between massive levees twenty feet in height. The traveller from the deck of the steamer, as from some ^oating castle top, overlooks the whole country for miles and miles around. Tom, therefore, had spread out full before him, in plantation after plantation, a map of the life to which he was approaching.

He saw the distant slaves at their toil; he saw afar their villages of huts gleaming out in long rows on many a plantation, distant from the stately mansions and pleasure- grounds of the master;— and as the moving picture passed on, his poor, foolish heart would be turning backward to the Ken- tucky farm, with its old shadowy beeches,— to the master’s house, with its wide, cool halls, and, near by, the little cabin, overgrown with the multi^ora and bignonia. There he seemed to see familiar faces of comrades, who had grown up with him from infancy; he saw his busy wife, bustling in her prepa- rations for his eve ning meals; he heard the merry laugh of his boys at their play, and the chirrup of the baby at his knee; and then, with a start, all faded, and he saw again the cane- brakes3 and cypresses and gliding plantations, and heard again the creaking and groaning of the machinery, all telling him too plainly that all that phase of life had gone by forever.

In such a case, you write to your wife, and send messages to your chil- dren; but Tom could not write,— the mail for him had no existence, and the gulf of separation was unbridged by even a friendly word or signal.

Is it strange, then, that some tears fall on the pages of his Bible, as he lays it on the cotton- bale, and, with patient Snger, threading his slow way from word to word, traces out its promises? Having learned late in life, Tom was but a slow reader, and passed on laboriously from verse to verse. Fortu- nate for him was it that the book he was intent on was one which slow read- ing cannot injure,— nay, one whose words, like ingots of gold, seem often to need to be weighed separately, that the mind may take in their priceless value. Let us follow him a moment, as, pointing to each word, and pronounc- ing each half aloud, he reads,

“Let—not—your—heart—be—troubled. In— my—Father’s—house— are—many—mansions. I— go—to—prepare—a—place—for—you.” 4

Cicero, when he buried his darling and only daughter, had a heart as full of honest grief as poor Tom’s,— perhaps no fuller, for both were only men;— but Cicero could pause over no such sublime words of hope, and look to no such future reunion; and if he had seen them, ten to one he would not have believed,— he must Sll his head Srst with a thousand questions of authentic- ity of manuscript, and correctness of translation.5 But, to poor Tom, there it lay, just what he needed, so evidently true and divine that the possibility of a question never entered his simple head. It must be true; for, if not true, how could he live?

As for Tom’s Bible, though it had no annotations and helps in margin from learned commentators, still it had been embellished with certain way- marks and guide- boards of Tom’s own invention, and which helped him more

3. Thickets of sugarcane. 4. From John 14.1– 2. 5. Marcus Tullius Cicero (106– 43 b.c.e.), Roman statesman, orator, and phi los o pher, was devas-

tated by the death of his daughter, Tullia. Stowe’s point is that Cicero, despite his accomplishments, was a pagan who lacked the consolation of the Bible.

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than the most learned expositions could have done. It had been his custom to get the Bible read to him by his master’s children, in par tic u lar by young Master George; and, as they read, he would designate, by bold, strong marks and dashes, with pen and ink, the passages which more particularly grati- Sed his ear or affected his heart. His Bible was thus marked through, from one end to the other, with a variety of styles and designations; so he could in a moment seize upon his favorite passages, without the labor of spelling out what lay between them;— and while it lay there before him, every pas- sage breathing of some old home scene, and recalling some past enjoyment, his Bible seemed to him all of this life that remained, as well as the promise of a future one.

Among the passengers on the boat was a young gentleman of fortune and family, resident in New Orleans, who bore the name of St. Clare. He had with him a daughter between Sve and six years of age, together with a lady who seemed to claim relationship to both, and to have the little one especially under her charge.

Tom had often caught glimpses of this little girl,— for she was one of those busy, tripping creatures, that can be no more contained in one place than a sunbeam or a summer breeze,— nor was she one that, once seen, could be easily forgotten.

Her form was the perfection of childish beauty, without its usual chubbi- ness and squareness of outline. There was about it an undulating and aerial grace, such as one might dream of for some mythic and allegorical being. Her face was remarkable less for its perfect beauty of feature than for a singular and dreamy earnestness of expression, which made the ideal start when they looked at her, and by which the dullest and most literal were impressed, without exactly knowing why. The shape of her head and the turn of her neck and bust was peculiarly noble, and the long golden- brown hair that ^oated like a cloud around it, the deep spiritual gravity of her violet blue eyes, shaded by heavy fringes of golden brown,— all marked her out from other children, and made every one turn and look after her, as she glided hither and thither on the boat. Nevertheless, the little one was not what you would have called either a grave child or a sad one. On the contrary, an airy and innocent playfulness seemed to ^icker like the shadow of summer leaves over her childish face, and around her buoyant Sgure. She was always in motion, always with a half smile on her rosy mouth, ^ying hither and thither, with an undulating and cloud- like tread, singing to herself as she moved as in a happy dream. Her father and female guardian were incessantly busy in pur- suit of her,— but, when caught, she melted from them again like a summer cloud; and as no word of chiding or reproof ever fell on her ear for what ever she chose to do, she pursued her own way all over the boat. Always dressed in white, she seemed to move like a shadow through all sorts of places, without contracting spot or stain; and there was not a corner or nook, above or below, where those fairy footsteps had not glided, and that visionary golden head, with its deep blue eyes, ^eeted along.

The Sreman,6 as he looked up from his sweaty toil, sometimes found those eyes looking wonderingly into the raging depths of the furnace, and fearfully

6. The person who operated the steamboat boilers, which were fueled by wood.

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and pityingly at him, as if she thought him in some dreadful danger. Anon the steersman at the wheel paused and smiled, as the picture- like head gleamed through the window of the round house, and in a moment was gone again. A thousand times a day rough voices blessed her, and smiles of unwonted soft- ness stole over hard faces, as she passed; and when she tripped fearlessly over dangerous places, rough, sooty hands were stretched involuntarily out to save her, and smooth her path.

Tom, who had the soft, impressible nature of his kindly race, ever yearn- ing toward the simple and childlike, watched the little creature with daily increasing interest. To him she seemed something almost divine; and when- ever her golden head and deep blue eyes peered out upon him from behind some dusky cotton- bale, or looked down upon him over some ridge of pack- ages, he half believed that he saw one of the angels stepped out of his New Testament.7

Often and often she walked mournfully round the place where Haley’s gang of men and women sat in their chains. She would glide in among them, and look at them with an air of perplexed and sorrowful earnestness; and sometimes she would lift their chains with her slender hands, and then sigh wofully, as she glided away. Several times she appeared suddenly among them, with her hands full of candy, nuts, and oranges, which she would distribute joyfully to them, and then be gone again.

Tom watched the little lady a great deal, before he ventured on any over- tures towards acquaintanceship. He knew an abundance of simple acts to propitiate and invite the approaches of the little people, and he resolved to play his part right skilfully. He could cut cunning little baskets out of cherry- stones, could make grotesque faces on hickory- nuts, or odd- jumping Sgures out of elder- pith, and he was a very Pan8 in the manufacture of whistles of all sizes and sorts. His pockets were full of miscellaneous articles of attraction, which he had hoarded in days of old for his master’s children, and which he now produced, with commendable prudence and economy, one by one, as overtures for acquaintance and friendship.

The little one was shy, for all her busy interest in everything going on, and it was not easy to tame her. For a while, she would perch like a canary- bird on some box or package near Tom, while busy in the little arts afore- named, and take from him, with a kind of grave bashfulness, the little articles he offered. But at last they got on quite conSdential terms.

“What’s little missy’s name?” said Tom, at last, when he thought matters were ripe to push such an inquiry.

“Evangeline St. Clare,” said the little one, “though papa and everybody else call me Eva. Now, what’s your name?”

“My name’s Tom; the little chil’en used to call me Uncle Tom, way back thar in Kentuck.”

“Then I mean to call you Uncle Tom, because, you see, I like you,” said Eva. “So, Uncle Tom, where are you going?”

“I don’t know, Miss Eva.”

7. Later in the novel, Tom and Eva read the Bible together. For a famous painting of the two, based on an illustration in the Srst edition, see Robert Scott Duncanson’s Uncle Tom and Little Eva

(1853), in the color insert to this volume. 8. In Greek mythology, the goat- legged, ^ute- playing god of Selds, forest, and revelry.

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“Don’t know?” said Eva. “No. I am going to be sold to somebody. I don’t know who.” “My papa can buy you,” said Eva, quickly; “and if he buys you, you will

have good times. I mean to ask him to, this very day.” “Thank you, my little lady,” said Tom. The boat here stopped at a small landing to take in wood, and Eva, hear-

ing her father’s voice, bounded nimbly away. Tom rose up, and went forward to offer his ser vice in wooding, and soon was busy among the hands.

Eva and her father were standing together by the railings to see the boat start from the landing- place, the wheel had made two or three revolutions in the water, when, by some sudden movement, the little one suddenly lost her balance, and fell sheer over the side of the boat into the water. Her father, scarce knowing what he did, was plunging in after her, but was held back by some behind him, who saw that more efScient aid had followed his child.

Tom was standing just under her on the lower deck, as she fell. He saw her strike the water, and sink, and was after her in a moment. A broad- chested, strong- armed fellow, it was nothing for him to keep a^oat in the water, till, in a moment or two, the child rose to the surface, and he caught her in his arms, and, swimming with her to the boat- side, handed her up, all dripping, to the grasp of hundreds of hands, which, as if they had all belonged to one man, were stretched eagerly out to receive her. A few moments more, and her father bore her, dripping and senseless, to the ladies’ cabin, where, as is usual in cases of the kind, there ensued a very well- meaning and kind- hearted strife among the female occupants generally, as to who should do the most things to make a disturbance, and to hinder her recovery in every way possible.

It was a sultry, close day, the next day, as the steamer drew near to New Orleans. A general bustle of expectation and preparation was spread through the boat; in the cabin, one and another were gathering their things together, and arranging them, preparatory to going ashore. The steward and chamber- maid, and all, were busily engaged in cleaning, furbishing, and arranging the splendid boat, preparatory to a grand entree.

On the lower deck sat our friend Tom, with his arms folded, and anxiously, from time to time, turning his eyes towards a group on the other side of the boat.

There stood the fair Evangeline, a little paler than the day before, but oth- erwise exhibiting no traces of the accident which had befallen her. A grace- ful, elegantly- formed young man stood by her, carelessly leaning one elbow on a bale of cotton, while a large pocket- book lay open before him. It was quite evident, at a glance, that the gentleman was Eva’s father. There was the same noble cast of head, the same large blue eyes, the same golden- brown hair; yet the expression was wholly different. In the large, clear blue eyes, though in form and color exactly similar, there was wanting that misty, dreamy depth of expression; all was clear, bold, and bright, but with a light wholly of this world: the beautifully cut mouth had a proud and somewhat sarcastic expression, while an air of free- and- easy superiority sat not ungrace- fully in every turn and movement of his Sne form. He was listening, with a good- humored, negligent air, half comic, half contemptuous, to Haley, who was very volubly expatiating on the quality of the article for which they were bargaining.

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“All the moral and Christian virtues bound in black morocco,9 complete!” he said, when Haley had Snished. “Well, now, my good fellow, what’s the damage, as they say in Kentucky; in short, what’s to be paid out for this busi- ness? How much are you going to cheat me, now? Out with it!”

“Wal,” said Haley, “if I should say thirteen hundred dollars for that ar fel- low, I shouldn’t but just save myself; I shouldn’t, now, re’ly.”

“Poor fellow!” said the young man, Sxing his keen, mocking blue eye on him; “but I suppose you’d let me have him for that, out of a par tic u lar regard for me.”

“Well, the young lady here seems to be sot on him, and nat’lly enough.” “O! certainly, there’s a call on your benevolence, my friend. Now, as a mat-

ter of Christian charity, how cheap could you afford to let him go, to oblige a young lady that’s par tic u lar sot on him?”

“Wal, now, just think on ’t,” said the trader; “just look at them limbs,— broad- chested, strong as a horse. Look at his head; them high forrads allays shows calculatin niggers, that’ll do any kind o’ thing. I’ve marked that ar. Now, a nigger of that ar heft and build is worth considerable, just, as you may say, for his body, supposin he’s stupid; but come to put in his calculatin facul- ties, and them which I can show he has oncommon, why, of course, it makes him come higher. Why, that ar fellow managed his master’s whole farm. He has a strornary talent for business.”

“Bad, bad, very bad; knows altogether too much!” said the young man, with the same mocking smile playing about his mouth. “Never will do, in the world. Your smart fellows are always running off, stealing horses, and raising the dev il generally. I think you’ll have to take off a couple of hundred for his smartness.”

“Wal, there might be something in that ar, if it warnt for his character; but I can show recommends from his master and others, to prove he is one of your real pious,— the most humble, prayin, pious crittur ye ever did see. Why, he’s been called a preacher in them parts he came from.”

“And I might use him for a family chaplain, possibly,” added the young man, dryly. “That’s quite an idea. Religion is a remarkably scarce article at our house.”

“You’re joking, now.” “How do you know I am? Didn’t you just warrant him for a preacher?

Has he been examined by any synod or council? Come, hand over your papers.”

If the trader had not been sure, by a certain good- humored twinkle in the large blue eye, that all this banter was sure, in the long run, to turn out a cash concern, he might have been somewhat out of patience; as it was, he laid down a greasy pocket- book on the cotton- bales, and began anxiously studying over certain papers in it, the young man standing by, the while, looking down on him with an air of careless, easy drollery.

“Papa, do buy him! it’s no matter what you pay,” whispered Eva, softly, get- ting up on a package, and putting her arm around her father’s neck. “You have money enough, I know. I want him.”

9. A high- quality leather made from goatskin.

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“What for, pussy? Are you going to use him for a rattle- box, or a rocking- horse, or what?”

“I want to make him happy.” “An original reason, certainly.” Here the trader handed up a certiScate, signed by Mr. Shelby, which the

young man took with the tips of his long Sngers, and glanced over carelessly. “A gentlemanly hand,” he said, “and well spelt, too. Well, now, but I’m not

sure, after all, about this religion,” said he, the old wicked expression return- ing to his eye; “the country is almost ruined with pious white people: such pious politicians as we have just before elections,— such pious goings on in all departments of church and state, that a fellow does not know who’ll cheat him next. I don’t know, either, about religion’s being up in the market, just now. I have not looked in the papers lately, to see how it sells. How many hundred dollars, now, do you put on for this religion?”

“You like to be a jokin, now,” said the trader; “but, then, there’s sense under all that ar. I know there’s differences in religion. Some kinds is mis’rable: there’s your meetin pious; there’s your singin, roarin pious; them ar an’t no account, in black or white;— but these rayly is; and I’ve seen it in niggers as often as any, your rail softly, quiet, stiddy, honest, pious, that the hull world couldn’t tempt ’em to do nothing that they thinks is wrong; and ye see in this letter what Tom’s old master says about him.”

“Now,” said the young man, stooping gravely over his book of bills, “if you can assure me that I really can buy this kind of pious, and that it will be set down to my account in the book up above, as something belonging to me, I wouldn’t care if I did go a little extra for it. How d’ ye say?”

“Wal, raily, I can’t do that,” said the trader. “I’m a thinkin that every man’ll have to hang on his own hook, in them ar quarters.”

“Rather hard on a fellow that pays extra on religion, and can’t trade with it in the state where he wants it most, an’t it, now?” said the young man, who had been making out a roll of bills while he was speaking. “There, count your money, old boy!” he added, as he handed the roll to the trader.

“All right,” said Haley, his face beaming with delight; and pulling out an old inkhorn, he proceeded to Sll out a bill of sale, which, in a few moments, he handed to the young man.

“I wonder, now, if I was divided up and inventoried,” said the latter, as he ran over the paper, “how much I might bring. Say so much for the shape of my head, so much for a high forehead, so much for arms, and hands, and legs, and then so much for education, learning, talent, honesty, religion! Bless me! there would be small charge on that last, I’m thinking. But come, Eva,” he said; and taking the hand of his daughter, he stepped across the boat, and carelessly putting the tip of his Snger under Tom’s chin, said good- humoredly, “Look up, Tom, and see how you like your new master.”

Tom looked up. It was not in nature to look into that gay, young, handsome face, without a feeling of plea sure; and Tom felt the tears start in his eyes as he said, heartily, “God bless you, Mas’r!”

“Well, I hope he will. What’s your name? Tom? Quite as likely to do it for your asking as mine, from all accounts. Can you drive horses, Tom?”

“I’ve been allays used to horses,” said Tom. “Mas’r Shelby raised heaps on ’em.”

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“Well, I think I shall put you in coachy, on condition that you won’t be drunk more than once a week, unless in cases of emergency, Tom.”

Tom looked surprised, and rather hurt, and said, “I never drink, Mas’r.” “I’ve heard that story before, Tom; but then we’ll see. It will be a special

accommodation to all concerned, if you don’t. Never mind, my boy,” he added, good- humoredly, seeing Tom still looked grave; “I don’t doubt you mean to do well.”

“I sartin do, Mas’r,” said Tom. “And you shall have good times,” said Eva. “Papa is very good to every-

body, only he always will laugh at them.” “Papa is much obliged to you for his recommendation,” said St. Clare,

laughing, as he turned on his heel and walked away.

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chapter xx. topsy

One morning, while Miss Ophelia1 was busy in some of her domestic cares, St. Clare’s voice was heard, calling her at the foot of the stairs.

“Come down here, Cousin; I’ve something to show you.” “What is it?” said Miss Ophelia, coming down, with her sewing in her

hand. “I’ve made a purchase for your department,— see here,” said St. Clare;

and, with the word, he pulled along a little negro girl, about eight or nine years of age.

She was one of the blackest of her race; and her round, shining eyes, glit- tering as glass beads, moved with quick and restless glances over everything in the room. Her mouth, half open with astonishment at the wonders of the new Mas’r’s parlor, displayed a white and brilliant set of teeth. Her woolly hair was braided in sundry little tails, which stuck out in every direction. The expression of her face was an odd mixture of shrewdness and cunning, over which was oddly drawn, like a kind of veil, an expression of the most doleful gravity and solemnity. She was dressed in a single Slthy, ragged garment, made of bagging; and stood with her hands demurely folded before her. Alto- gether, there was something odd and goblin- like about her appearance,— something, as Miss Ophelia afterwards said, “so heathenish,” as to inspire that good lady with utter dismay; and, turning to St. Clare, she said,

“Augustine, what in the world have you brought that thing here for?” “For you to educate, to be sure, and train in the way she should go.2 I

thought she was rather a funny specimen in the Jim Crow line.3 Here, Topsy,” he added, giving a whistle, as a man would to call the attention of a dog, “give us a song, now, and show us some of your dancing.”

The black, glassy eyes glittered with a kind of wicked drollery, and the thing struck up, in a clear shrill voice, an odd negro melody, to which she

1. Ophelia is Augustine St. Clare’s cousin from New En gland, who has joined the house hold in  New Orleans to help with domestic affairs because Marie St. Clare, Augustine’s wife and Evangeline’s mother, claims to be an invalid.

2. Allusion to Proverbs 22.6: “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” 3. See p. 796, n. 6.

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4. Somersault.

kept time with her hands and feet, spinning round, clapping her hands, knocking her knees together, in a wild, fantastic sort of time, and produc- ing in her throat all those odd guttural sounds which distinguish the native music of her race; and Snally, turning a summerset4 or two, and giving a prolonged closing note, as odd and unearthly as that of a steam- whistle, she came suddenly down on the carpet, and stood with her hands folded, and a most sanctimonious expression of meekness and solemnity over her face, only broken by the cunning glances which she shot askance from the cor- ners of her eyes.

Miss Ophelia stood silent, perfectly paralyzed with amazement. St. Clare, like a mischievous fellow as he was, appeared to enjoy her

astonishment; and, addressing the child again, said, “Topsy, this is your new mistress. I’m going to give you up to her; see now

that you behave yourself.” “Yes, Mas’r,” said Topsy, with sanctimonious gravity, her wicked eyes

twinkling as she spoke. “You’re going to be good, Topsy, you understand,” said St. Clare. “O yes, Mas’r,” said Topsy, with another twinkle, her hands still devoutly

folded. “Now, Augustine, what upon earth is this for?” said Miss Ophelia. “Your

house is so full of these little plagues, now, that a body can’t set down their foot without treading on ’em. I get up in the morning, and Snd one asleep behind the door, and see one black head poking out from under the table, one lying on the door- mat,—and they are mopping and mowing and grinning between all the railings, and tumbling over the kitchen ^oor! What on earth did you want to bring this one for?”

“For you to educate— didn’t I tell you? You’re always preaching about edu- cating. I thought I would make you a present of a fresh- caught specimen, and let you try your hand on her, and bring her up in the way she should go.”

“I don’t want her, I am sure;— I have more to do with ’em now than I want to.”

“That’s you Christians, all over!— you’ll get up a society, and get some poor missionary to spend all his days among just such heathen. But let me see one of you that would take one into your house with you, and take the labor of their conversion on yourselves! No; when it comes to that, they are dirty and disagreeable, and it’s too much care, and so on.”

“Augustine, you know I didn’t think of it in that light,” said Miss Ophelia, evidently softening. “Well, it might be a real missionary work,” said she, look- ing rather more favorably on the child.

St. Clare had touched the right string. Miss Ophelia’s conscientiousness was ever on the alert. “But,” she added, “I really didn’t see the need of buy- ing this one;— there are enough now, in your house, to take all my time and skill.”

“Well, then, Cousin,” said St. Clare, drawing her aside; “I ought to beg your pardon for my good- for- nothing speeches. You are so good, after all, that there’s no sense in them. Why, the fact is, this concern belonged to a couple of drunken creatures that keep a low restaurant that I have to pass by every

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5. The St. Clares’ cook and slave. 6. Rosa and Jane are house slaves who feel supe-

rior to the other slaves. 7. Mischievous child (slang).

day, and I was tired of hearing her screaming, and them beating and swear- ing at her. She looked bright and funny, too, as if something might be made of her;— so I bought her, and I’ll give her to you. Try, now, and give her a good orthodox New En gland bringing up, and see what it’ll make of her. You know I haven’t any gift that way; but I’d like you to try.”

“Well, I’ll do what I can,” said Miss Ophelia; and she approached her new subject very much as a person might be supposed to approach a black spider, supposing them to have benevolent designs toward it.

“She’s dreadfully dirty, and half naked,” she said. “Well, take her down stairs, and make some of them clean and clothe her

up.” Miss Ophelia carried her to the kitchen regions. “Don’t see what Mas’r St. Clare wants of ’nother nigger!” said Dinah,5 sur-

veying the new arrival with no friendly air. “Won’t have her round under my feet, I know!”

“Pah!” said Rosa and Jane,6 with supreme disgust; “let her keep out of our way! What in the world Mas’r wanted another of these low niggers for, I can’t see!”

“You go long! No more nigger dan you be, Miss Rosa,” said Dinah, who felt this last remark a re^ection on herself. “You seem to tink yourself white folks. You an’t nerry one, black nor white. I’d like to be one or turrer.”

Miss Ophelia saw that there was nobody in the camp that would undertake to oversee the cleansing and dressing of the new arrival; and so she was forced to do it herself, with some very ungracious and reluctant assistance from Jane.

It is not for ears polite to hear the particulars of the Srst toilet of a neglected, abused child. In fact, in this world, multitudes must live and die in a state that it would be too great a shock to the nerves of their fellow- mortals even to hear described. Miss Ophelia had a good, strong, practical deal of resolution; and she went through all the disgusting details with heroic thoroughness, though, it must be confessed, with no very gracious air,— for endurance was the utmost to which her principles could bring her. When she saw, on the back and shoulders of the child, great welts and calloused spots, inefface- able marks of the system under which she had grown up thus far, her heart became pitiful within her.

“See there!” said Jane, pointing to the marks, “don’t that show she’s a limb?7 We’ll have Sne works with her, I reckon. I hate these nigger young uns! so disgusting! I wonder that Mas’r would buy her!”

The “young un” alluded to heard all these comments with the subdued and doleful air which seemed habitual to her, only scanning, with a keen and furtive glance of her ^ickering eyes, the ornaments which Jane wore in her ears. When arrayed at last in a suit of decent and whole clothing, her hair cropped short to her head, Miss Ophelia, with some satisfaction, said she looked more Christian- like than she did, and in her own mind began to mature some plans for her instruction.

Sitting down before her, she began to question her. “How old are you, Topsy?”

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“Dun no, Missis,” said the image, with a grin that showed all her teeth. “Don’t know how old you are? Didn’t anybody ever tell you? Who was

your mother?” “Never had none!” said the child, with another grin. “Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?” “Never was born!” persisted Topsy, with another grin, that looked so goblin-

like, that, if Miss Ophelia had been at all ner vous, she might have fancied that she had got hold of some sooty gnome from the land of Diablerie;8 but Miss Ophelia was not ner vous, but plain and business- like, and she said, with some sternness,

“You mustn’t answer me in that way, child; I’m not playing with you. Tell me where you were born, and who your father and mother were.”

“Never was born,” reiterated the creature, more emphatically; “never had no father nor mother, nor nothin’. I was raised by a speculator, with lots of others. Old Aunt Sue used to take car on us.”

The child was evidently sincere; and Jane, breaking into a short laugh, said,

“Laws, Missis, there’s heaps of ’em. Speculators buys ’em up cheap, when they’s little, and gets ’em raised for market.”

“How long have you lived with your master and mistress?” “Dun no, Missis.” “Is it a year, or more, or less?” “Dun no, Missis.” “Laws, Missis, those low negroes,— they can’t tell; they don’t know any-

thing about time,” said Jane; “they don’t know what a year is; they don’t know their own ages.”

“Have you ever heard anything about God, Topsy?” The child looked bewildered, but grinned as usual. “Do you know who made you?” “Nobody, as I knows on,” said the child, with a short laugh. The idea appeared to amuse her considerably; for her eyes twinkled, and

she added, “I spect I grow’d. Don’t think nobody never made me.” “Do you know how to sew?” said Miss Ophelia, who thought she would

turn her inquiries to something more tangible. “No, Missis.” “What can you do?— what did you do for your master and mistress?” “Fetch water, and wash dishes, and rub knives, and wait on folks.” “Were they good to you?” “Spect they was,” said the child, scanning Miss Ophelia cunningly. Miss Ophelia rose from this encouraging colloquy; St. Clare was leaning

over the back of her chair. “You Snd virgin soil there, Cousin; put in your own ideas,— you won’t

Snd many to pull up.” Miss Ophelia’s ideas of education, like all her other ideas, were very set

and deSnite; and of the kind that prevailed in New En gland a century ago, and which are still preserved in some very retired and unsophisticated parts,

8. Dev iltry (Creole French).

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where there are no railroads. As nearly as could be expressed, they could be comprised in very few words: to teach them to mind when they were spoken to; to teach them the catechism,9 sewing, and reading; and to whip them if they told lies. And though, of course, in the ^ood of light that is now poured on education, these are left far away in the rear, yet it is an undisputed fact that our grandmothers raised some tolerably fair men and women under this regime, as many of us can remember and testify. At all events, Miss Ophelia knew of nothing else to do; and, therefore, applied her mind to her heathen with the best diligence she could command.

The child was announced and considered in the family as Miss Ophelia’s girl; and, as she was looked upon with no gracious eye in the kitchen, Miss Ophelia resolved to conSne her sphere of operation and instruction chie^y to her own chamber. With a self- sacriSce which some of our readers will appreciate, she resolved, instead of comfortably making her own bed, sweep- ing and dusting her own chamber,— which she had hitherto done, in utter scorn of all offers of help from the chambermaid of the establishment,— to condemn herself to the martyrdom of instructing Topsy to perform these operations,— ah, woe the day! Did any of our readers ever do the same, they will appreciate the amount of her self- sacriSce.

Miss Ophelia began with Topsy by taking her into her chamber, the Srst morning, and solemnly commencing a course of instruction in the art and mystery of bed- making.

Behold, then, Topsy, washed and shorn of all the little braided tails wherein her heart had delighted, arrayed in a clean gown, with well- starched apron, standing reverently before Miss Ophelia, with an expression of solemnity well beStting a funeral.

“Now, Topsy, I’m going to show you just how my bed is to be made. I am very par tic u lar about my bed. You must learn exactly how to do it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” says Topsy, with a deep sigh, and a face of woful earnestness. “Now, Topsy, look here;— this is the hem of the sheet,— this is the right

side of the sheet, and this is the wrong;— will you remember?” “Yes, ma’am,” says Topsy, with another sigh. “Well, now, the under sheet you must bring over the bolster,— so,—and

tuck it clear down under the mattress nice and smooth,— so,—do you see?” “Yes, ma’am,” said Topsy, with profound attention. “But the upper sheet,” said Miss Ophelia, “must be brought down in this

way, and tucked under Srm and smooth at the foot,— so,—the narrow hem at the foot.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Topsy, as before;— but we will add, what Miss Ophelia did not see, that, during the time when the good lady’s back was turned, in the zeal of her manipulations, the young disciple had contrived to snatch a pair of gloves and a ribbon, which she had adroitly slipped into her sleeves, and stood with her hands dutifully folded, as before.

“Now, Topsy, let’s see you do this,” said Miss Ophelia, pulling off the clothes, and seating herself.

Topsy, with great gravity and adroitness, went through the exercise com- pletely to Miss Ophelia’s satisfaction; smoothing the sheets, patting out every

9. Question- and- answer formulation of religious doctrine used for instructional purposes.

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1. Child’s version of “Miss Ophelia.”

wrinkle, and exhibiting, through the whole pro cess, a gravity and serious- ness with which her instructress was greatly ediSed. By an unlucky slip, however, a ^uttering fragment of the ribbon hung out of one of her sleeves, just as she was Snishing, and caught Miss Ophelia’s attention. Instantly she pounced upon it. “What’s this? You naughty, wicked child,— you’ve been stealing this!”

The ribbon was pulled out of Topsy’s own sleeve, yet was she not in the least disconcerted; she only looked at it with an air of the most surprised and unconscious innocence.

“Laws! why, that ar’s Miss Feely’s1 ribbon, an’t it? How could it a got caught in my sleeve?”

“Topsy, you naughty girl, don’t you tell me a lie,— you stole that ribbon!” “Missis, I declar for ’t, I didn’t;— never seed it till dis yer blessed minnit.” “Topsy,” said Miss Ophelia, “don’t you know it’s wicked to tell lies?” “I never tells no lies, Miss Feely,” said Topsy, with virtuous gravity; “it’s

jist the truth I’ve been a tellin now, and an’t nothin else.” “Topsy, I shall have to whip you, if you tell lies so.” “Laws, Missis, if you’s to whip all day, couldn’t say no other way,” said

Topsy, beginning to blubber. “I never seed dat ar,— it must a got caught in my sleeve. Miss Feely must have left it on the bed, and it got caught in the clothes, and so got in my sleeve.”

Miss Ophelia was so indignant at the barefaced lie, that she caught the child and shook her.

“Don’t you tell me that again!” The shake brought the gloves on to the ^oor, from the other sleeve. “There, you!” said Miss Ophelia, “will you tell me now, you didn’t steal the

ribbon?” Topsy now confessed to the gloves, but still persisted in denying the ribbon. “Now, Topsy,” said Miss Ophelia, “if you’ll confess all about it, I won’t whip

you this time.” Thus adjured, Topsy confessed to the ribbon and gloves, with woful protestations of penitence.

“Well, now, tell me. I know you must have taken other things since you have been in the house, for I let you run about all day yesterday. Now, tell me if you took anything, and I shan’t whip you.”

“Laws, Missis! I took Miss Eva’s red thing she wars on her neck.” “You did, you naughty child!— Well, what else?” “I took Rosa’s yer- rings,—them red ones.” “Go bring them to me this minute, both of ’em.” “Laws, Missis! I can’t,— they’s burnt up!” “Burnt up!— what a story! Go get ’em, or I’ll whip you.” Topsy, with loud protestations, and tears, and groans, declared that she

could not. “They’s burnt up,— they was.” “What did you burn ’em up for?” said Miss Ophelia. “Cause I’s wicked,— I is. I’s mighty wicked, any how. I can’t help it.” Just at this moment, Eva came innocently into the room, with the identi-

cal coral necklace on her neck. “Why, Eva, where did you get your necklace?” said Miss Ophelia. “Get it? Why, I’ve had it on all day,” said Eva.

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“Did you have it on yesterday?” “Yes; and what is funny, Aunty, I had it on all night. I forgot to take it off

when I went to bed.” Miss Ophelia looked perfectly bewildered; the more so, as Rosa, at that

instant, came into the room, with a basket of newly- ironed linen poised on her head, and the coral ear- drops shaking in her ears!

“I’m sure I can’t tell anything what to do with such a child!” she said, in despair. “What in the world did you tell me you took those things for, Topsy?”

“Why, Missis said I must ’fess; and I couldn’t think of nothin’ else to ’fess,” said Topsy, rubbing her eyes.

“But, of course, I didn’t want you to confess things you didn’t do,” said Miss Ophelia; “that’s telling a lie, just as much as the other.”

“Laws, now, is it?” said Topsy, with an air of innocent wonder. “La, there an’t any such thing as truth in that limb,” said Rosa, looking

indignantly at Topsy. “If I was Mas’r St. Clare, I’d whip her till the blood run. I would,— I’d let her catch it!”

“No, no, Rosa,” said Eva, with an air of command, which the child could assume at times; “you mustn’t talk so, Rosa. I can’t bear to hear it.”

“La sakes! Miss Eva, you’s so good, you don’t know nothing how to get along with niggers. There’s no way but to cut ’em well up, I tell ye.”

“Rosa!” said Eva, “hush! Don’t you say another word of that sort!” and the eye of the child ^ashed, and her cheek deepened its color.

Rosa was cowed in a moment. “Miss Eva has got the St. Clare blood in her, that’s plain. She can speak,

for all the world, just like her papa,” she said, as she passed out of the room. Eva stood looking at Topsy. There stood the two children, representatives of the two extremes of

society. The fair, high- bred child, with her golden head, her deep eyes, her spiritual, noble brow, and prince- like movements; and her black, keen, subtle, cringing, yet acute neighbor. They stood the representatives of their races. The Saxon, born of ages of cultivation, command, education, physical and moral eminence; the Afric, born of ages of oppression, submission, igno- rance, toil, and vice!

Something, perhaps, of such thoughts struggled through Eva’s mind. But a child’s thoughts are rather dim, undeSned instincts; and in Eva’s noble nature many such were yearning and working, for which she had no power of utterance. When Miss Ophelia expatiated on Topsy’s naughty, wicked con- duct, the child looked perplexed and sorrowful, but said, sweetly,

“Poor Topsy, why need you steal? You’re going to be taken good care of, now. I’m sure I’d rather give you anything of mine, than have you steal it.”

It was the Srst word of kindness the child had ever heard in her life; and the sweet tone and manner struck strangely on the wild, rude heart, and a sparkle of something like a tear shone in the keen, round, glittering eye; but it was followed by the short laugh and habitual grin. No! the ear that has never heard anything but abuse is strangely incredulous of anything so heav- enly as kindness; and Topsy only thought Eva’s speech something funny and inexplicable,— she did not believe it.

But what was to be done with Topsy? Miss Ophelia found the case a puz- zler; her rules for bringing up didn’t seem to apply. She thought she would

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take time to think of it; and, by the way of gaining time, and in hopes of some indeSnite moral virtues supposed to be inherent in dark closets, Miss Ophe- lia shut Topsy up in one till she had arranged her ideas further on the subject.

“I don’t see,” said Miss Ophelia to St. Clare, “how I’m going to manage that child, without whipping her.”

“Well, whip her, then, to your heart’s content; I’ll give you full power to do what you like.”

“Children always have to be whipped,” said Miss Ophelia; “I never heard of bringing them up without.”

“O, well, certainly,” said St. Clare: “do as you think best. Only I’ll make one suggestion: I’ve seen this child whipped with a poker, knocked down with the shovel or tongs, whichever came handiest, &c.; and, seeing that she is used to that style of operation, I think your whippings will have to be pretty energetic, to make much impression.”

“What is to be done with her, then?” said Miss Ophelia. “You have started a serious question,” said St. Clare; “I wish you’d answer

it. What is to be done with a human being that can be governed only by the lash,—that fails,— it’s a very common state of things down here!”

“I’m sure I don’t know; I never saw such a child as this.” “Such children are very common among us, and such men and women,

too. How are they to be governed?” said St. Clare. “I’m sure it’s more than I can say,” said Miss Ophelia. “Or I either,” said St. Clare. “The horrid cruelties and outrages that once

and a while Snd their way into the papers,— such cases as Prue’s,2 for example,— what do they come from? In many cases, it is a gradual hardening pro cess on both sides,— the own er growing more and more cruel, as the ser- vant more and more callous. Whipping and abuse are like laudanum;3 you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline. I saw this very early when I became an own er; and I resolved never to begin, because I did not know when I should stop,— and I resolved, at least, to protect my own moral nature. The consequence is, that my servants act like spoiled children; but I think that better than for us both to be brutalized together. You have talked a great deal about our responsibilities in educating, Cousin. I really wanted you to try with one child, who is a specimen of thousands among us.”

“It is your system makes such children,” said Miss Ophelia. “I know it; but they are made,— they exist,— and what is to be done with

them?” “Well, I can’t say I thank you for the experiment. But, then, as it appears

to be a duty, I shall persevere and try, and do the best I can,” said Miss Oph- elia; and Miss Ophelia, after this, did labor, with a commendable degree of zeal and energy, on her new subject. She instituted regular hours and employ- ments for her, and undertook to teach her to read and to sew.

In the former art, the child was quick enough. She learned her letters as if by magic, and was very soon able to read plain reading; but the sewing was a more difScult matter. The creature was as lithe as a cat, and as active as a monkey, and the conSnement of sewing was her abomination; so she broke her needles, threw them slyly out of windows, or down in chinks of the

2. A slave on another plantation who had been whipped to death.

3. Tincture of opium, commonly used as a pain- killer in the 19th century.

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walls; she tangled, broke, and dirtied her thread, or, with a sly movement, would throw a spool away altogether. Her motions were almost as quick as those of a practised conjurer, and her command of her face quite as great; and though Miss Ophelia could not help feeling that so many accidents could not possibly happen in succession, yet she could not, without a watchfulness which would leave her no time for anything else, detect her.

Topsy was soon a noted character in the establishment. Her talent for every species of drollery, grimace, and mimicry,— for dancing, tumbling, climb- ing, singing, whistling, imitating every sound that hit her fancy,— seemed inexhaustible. In her play- hours, she invariably had every child in the estab- lishment at her heels, open- mouthed with admiration and wonder,— not excepting Miss Eva, who appeared to be fascinated by her wild diablerie, as a dove is sometimes charmed by a glittering serpent. Miss Ophelia was uneasy that Eva should fancy Topsy’s society so much, and implored St. Clare to forbid it.

“Poh! let the child alone,” said St. Clare. “Topsy will do her good.” “But so depraved a child,— are you not afraid she will teach her some

mischief?” “She can’t teach her mischief; she might teach it to some children, but evil

rolls off Eva’s mind like dew off a cabbage- leaf,—not a drop sinks in.” “Don’t be too sure,” said Miss Ophelia. “I know I’d never let a child of mine

play with Topsy.” “Well, your children needn’t,” said St. Clare, “but mine may; if Eva could

have been spoiled, it would have been done years ago.” Topsy was at Srst despised and contemned by the upper servants. They

soon found reason to alter their opinion. It was very soon discovered that whoever cast an indignity on Topsy was sure to meet with some incon ve nient accident shortly after;— either a pair of ear- rings or some cherished trinket would be missing, or an article of dress would be suddenly found utterly ruined, or the person would stumble accidentally into a pail of hot water, or a libation of dirty slop would unaccountably deluge them from above when in full gala dress;— and on all these occasions, when investigation was made, there was nobody found to stand sponsor for the indignity. Topsy was cited, and had up before all the domestic judicatories, time and again; but always sustained her examinations with most edifying innocence and gravity of appearance. Nobody in the world ever doubted who did the things; but not a scrap of any direct evidence could be found to establish the suppositions, and Miss Ophelia was too just to feel at liberty to proceed to any lengths without it.

The mischiefs done were always so nicely timed, also, as further to shelter the aggressor. Thus, the times for revenge on Rosa and Jane, the two chamber- maids, were always chosen in those seasons when (as not unfrequently hap- pened) they were in disgrace with their mistress, when any complaint from them would of course meet with no sympathy. In short, Topsy soon made the house hold understand the propriety of letting her alone; and she was let alone accordingly.

Topsy was smart and energetic in all manual operations, learning every- thing that was taught her with surprising quickness. With a few lessons, she had learned to do the proprieties of Miss Ophelia’s chamber in a way

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with which even that par tic u lar lady could Snd no fault. Mortal hands could not lay spread smoother, adjust pillows more accurately, sweep and dust and arrange more perfectly, than Topsy, when she chose,— but she didn’t very often choose. If Miss Ophelia, after three or four days of careful and patient supervision, was so sanguine as to suppose that Topsy had at last fallen into her way, could do without overlooking, and so go off and busy herself about something else, Topsy would hold a perfect carnival of confusion, for some one or two hours. Instead of making the bed, she would amuse herself with pulling off the pillow- cases, butting her woolly head among the pillows, till it would sometimes be grotesquely ornamented with feathers sticking out in various directions; she would climb the posts, and hang head downward from the tops; ^ourish the sheets and spreads all over the apartment; dress the bolster up in Miss Ophelia’s night- clothes, and enact various scenic per- for mances with that,— singing and whistling, and making grimaces at her- self in the looking- glass; in short, as Miss Ophelia phrased it, “raising Cain” generally.

On one occasion, Miss Ophelia found Topsy with her very best scarlet India Canton crape shawl wound round her head for a turban, going on with her rehearsals before the glass in great style,— Miss Ophelia having, with care- lessness most unheard- of in her, left the key for once in her drawer.

“Topsy!” she would say, when at the end of all patience, “what does make you act so?”

“Dunno, Missis,— I spects cause I’s so wicked!” “I don’t know anything what I shall do with you, Topsy.” “Law, Missis, you must whip me; my old Missis allers whipped me. I an’t

used to workin’ unless I gets whipped.” “Why, Topsy, I don’t want to whip you. You can do well, if you’ve a mind

to; what is the reason you won’t?” “Laws, Missis, I’s used to whippin’; I spects it’s good for me.” Miss Ophelia tried the recipe, and Topsy invariably made a terrible com-

motion, screaming, groaning and imploring, though half an hour afterwards, when roosted on some projection of the balcony, and surrounded by a ^ock of admiring “young uns,” she would express the utmost contempt of the whole affair.

“Law, Miss Feely whip!— wouldn’t kill a skeeter, her whippins. Oughter see how old Mas’r made the ^esh ^y; old Mas’r know’d how!”

Topsy always made great capital of her own sins and enormities, evidently considering them as something peculiarly distinguishing.

“Law, you niggers,” she would say to some of her auditors, “does you know you’s all sinners? Well, you is— everybody is. White folks is sinners too,— Miss Feely says so; but I spects niggers is the biggest ones; but lor! ye an’t any on ye up to me. I’s so awful wicked there can’t nobody do nothin’ with me. I used to keep old Missis a swarin’ at me half de time. I spects I’s the wickedest critter in the world;” and Topsy would cut a summerset, and come up brisk and shining on to a higher perch, and evidently plume herself on the distinction.

Miss Ophelia busied herself very earnestly on Sundays, teaching Topsy the catechism. Topsy had an uncommon verbal memory, and committed with a ^uency that greatly encouraged her instructress.

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“What good do you expect it is going to do her?” said St. Clare. “Why, it always has done children good. It’s what children always have to

learn, you know,” said Miss Ophelia. “Understand it or not,” said St. Clare. “O, children never understand it at the time; but, after they are grown

up, it’ll come to them.” “Mine hasn’t come to me yet,” said St. Clare, “though I’ll bear testimony

that you put it into me pretty thoroughly when I was a boy.” “Ah, you were always good at learning, Augustine. I used to have great

hopes of you,” said Miss Ophelia. “Well, haven’t you now?” said St. Clare. “I wish you were as good as you were when you were a boy, Augustine.” “So do I, that’s a fact, Cousin,” said St. Clare. “Well, go ahead and cate-

chize Topsy; may be you’ll make out something yet.” Topsy, who had stood like a black statue during this discussion, with

hands decently folded, now, at a signal from Miss Ophelia, went on: “Our Srst parents, being left to the freedom of their own will, fell from

the state wherein they were created.” Topsy’s eyes twinkled, and she looked inquiringly. “What is it, Topsy?” said Miss Ophelia. “Please, Missis, was dat ar state Kintuck?” “What state, Topsy?” “Dat state dey fell out of. I used to hear Mas’r tell how we came down

from Kintuck.” St. Clare laughed. “You’ll have to give her a meaning, or she’ll make one,” said he. “There

seems to be a theory of emigration suggested there.” “O! Augustine, be still,” said Miss Ophelia; “how can I do anything, if you

will be laughing?” “Well, I won’t disturb the exercises again, on my honor;” and St. Clare took

his paper into the parlor, and sat down, till Topsy had Snished her recitations. They were all very well, only that now and then she would oddly transpose some important words, and persist in the mistake, in spite of every effort to the contrary; and St. Clare, after all his promises of goodness, took a wicked plea sure in these mistakes, calling Topsy to him whenever he had a mind to amuse himself, and getting her to repeat the offending passages, in spite of Miss Ophelia’s remonstrances.

“How do you think I can do anything with the child, if you will go on so, Augustine?” she would say.

“Well, it is too bad,— I won’t again; but I do like to hear the droll little image stumble over those big words!”

“But you conSrm her in the wrong way.” “What’s the odds? One word is as good as another to her.” “You wanted me to bring her up right; and you ought to remember she is

a reasonable creature, and be careful of your in^uence over her.” “O, dismal! so I ought; but, as Topsy herself says, ‘I’s so wicked!’ ” In very much this way Topsy’s training proceeded, for a year or two,—

Miss Ophelia worrying herself, from day to day, with her, as a kind of chronic plague, to whose in^ictions she became, in time, as accustomed, as persons sometimes do to the neuralgia or sick head- ache.

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St. Clare took the same kind of amusement in the child that a man might in the tricks of a parrot or a pointer. Topsy, whenever her sins brought her into disgrace in other quarters, always took refuge behind his chair; and St. Clare, in one way or other, would make peace for her. From him she got many a stray picayune,4 which she laid out in nuts and candies, and distributed, with careless generosity, to all the children in the family; for Topsy, to do her justice, was good- natured and liberal, and only spiteful in self- defence. She is fairly introduced into our corps de ballet,5 and will Sgure, from time to time, in her turn, with other performers.

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from chapter xxvi. death6

Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, In life’s early morning, hath bid from our eyes.7

* * * “Mamma,” said Eva, “I want to have some of my hair cut off,— a good deal of it.”

“What for?” said Marie. “Mamma, I want to give some away to my friends, while I am able to give

it to them myself. Won’t you ask aunty to come and cut it for me?” Marie raised her voice, and called Miss Ophelia, from the other room. The child half rose from her pillow as she came in, and, shaking down her

long golden- brown curls, said, rather playfully, “Come, aunty, shear the sheep!” “What’s that?” said St. Clare, who just then entered with some fruit he had

been out to get for her. “Papa, I just want aunty to cut off some of my hair;— there’s too much of

it, and it makes my head hot. Besides, I want to give some of it away.” Miss Ophelia came, with her scissors. “Take care,— don’t spoil the looks of it!” said her father; “cut underneath,

where it won’t show. Eva’s curls are my pride.” “O, papa!” said Eva, sadly. “Yes, and I want them kept handsome against the time I take you up to

your uncle’s plantation, to see Cousin Henrique,” said St. Clare, in a gay tone. “I shall never go there, papa;— I am going to a better country. O, do

believe me! Don’t you see, papa, that I get weaker, every day?” “Why do you insist that I shall believe such a cruel thing, Eva?” said her

father. “Only because it is true, papa: and, if you will believe it now, perhaps you

will get to feel about it as I do.” St. Clare closed his lips, and stood gloomily eying the long, beautiful curls,

which, as they were separated from the child’s head, were laid, one by one, in

4. Small coin, such as a penny, nickle, or the Spanish picayune, which was used as currency in parts of the South until 1857. 5. The subordinate dancers in a ballet company (French, literal trans.); here the novel’s cast of supporting characters. 6. Two years have passed. To escape the hot New Orleans summer, St. Clare has brought his family

and slaves to his villa at Lake Pontchartrain in southeastern Louisiana. Eva, who has been show- ing signs of serious illness, has declared to Tom that she would be happy to die if her death would bring an end to the sufferings of the slaves. 7. From “Weep Not for Those” (1816), by the Irish poet Thomas Moore (1779– 1852).

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her lap. She raised them up, looked earnestly at them, twined them around her thin Sngers, and looked, from time to time, anxiously at her father.

“It’s just what I’ve been foreboding!” said Marie; “it’s just what has been preying on my health, from day to day, bringing me downward to the grave, though nobody regards it. I have seen this, long. St. Clare, you will see, after a while, that I was right.”

“Which will afford you great consolation, no doubt!” said St. Clare, in a dry, bitter tone.

Marie lay back on a lounge, and covered her face with her cambric hand- kerchief.

Eva’s clear blue eye looked earnestly from one to the other. It was the calm, comprehending gaze of a soul half loosed from its earthly bonds; it was evident she saw, felt, and appreciated, the difference between the two.

She beckoned with her hand to her father. He came, and sat down by her. “Papa, my strength fades away every day, and I know I must go. There are

some things I want to say and do,— that I ought to do; and you are so unwill- ing to have me speak a word on this subject. But it must come; there’s no putting it off. Do be willing I should speak now!”

“My child, I am willing!” said St. Clare, covering his eyes with one hand, and holding up Eva’s hand with the other.

“Then, I want to see all our people together. I have some things I must say to them,” said Eva.

“Well,” said St. Clare, in a tone of dry endurance. Miss Ophelia despatched a messenger, and soon the whole of the ser-

vants were convened in the room. Eva lay back on her pillows; her hair hanging loosely about her face, her

crimson cheeks contrasting painfully with the intense whiteness of her com- plexion and the thin contour of her limbs and features, and her large, soul- like eyes Sxed earnestly on every one.

The servants were struck with a sudden emotion. The spiritual face, the long locks of hair cut off and lying by her, her father’s averted face, and Marie’s sobs, struck at once upon the feelings of a sensitive and impressible race; and, as they came in, they looked one on another, sighed, and shook their heads. There was a deep silence, like that of a funeral.

Eva raised herself, and looked long and earnestly round at every one. All looked sad and apprehensive. Many of the women hid their faces in their aprons.

“I sent for you all, my dear friends,” said Eva, “because I love you. I love you all; and I have something to say to you, which I want you always to remember. . . . I am going to leave you. In a few more weeks, you will see me no more—”

Here the child was interrupted by bursts of groans, sobs, and lamenta- tions, which broke from all present, and in which her slender voice was lost entirely. She waited a moment, and then, speaking in a tone that checked the sobs of all, she said,

“If you love me, you must not interrupt me so. Listen to what I say. I want to speak to you about your souls. . . . Many of you, I am afraid, are very care- less. You are thinking only about this world. I want you to remember that there is a beautiful world, where Jesus is. I am going there, and you can go there. It is for you, as much as me. But, if you want to go there, you must

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not live idle, careless, thoughtless lives. You must be Christians. You must remember that each one of you can become angels, and be angels forever. . . . If you want to be Christians, Jesus will help you. You must pray to him; you must read—”

The child checked herself, looked piteously at them, and said, sorrow- fully,

“O, dear! you can’t read,— poor souls!” and she hid her face in the pillow and sobbed, while many a smothered sob from those she was addressing, who were kneeling on the ^oor, aroused her.

“Never mind,” she said, raising her face and smiling brightly through her tears, “I have prayed for you; and I know Jesus will help you, even if you can’t read. Try all to do the best you can; pray every day; ask Him to help you, and get the Bible read to you whenever you can; and I think I shall see you all in heaven.”

“Amen,” was the murmured response from the lips of Tom and Mammy, and some of the elder ones, who belonged to the Methodist church. The younger and more thoughtless ones, for the time completely overcome, were sobbing, with their heads bowed upon their knees.

“I know,” said Eva, “you all love me.” “Yes; oh, yes! indeed we do! Lord bless her!” was the involuntary answer

of all. “Yes, I know you do! There isn’t one of you that hasn’t always been very

kind to me; and I want to give you something that, when you look at, you shall always remember me. I’m going to give all of you a curl of my hair; and, when you look at it, think that I loved you and am gone to heaven, and that I want to see you all there.”

It is impossible to describe the scene, as, with tears and sobs, they gathered round the little creature, and took from her hands what seemed to them a last mark of her love. They fell on their knees; they sobbed, and prayed, and kissed the hem of her garment; and the elder ones poured forth words of endearment, mingled in prayers and blessings, after the manner of their sus- ceptible race.

As each one took their gift, Miss Ophelia, who was apprehensive for the effect of all this excitement on her little patient, signed to each one to pass out of the apartment.

At last, all were gone but Tom and Mammy. “Here, Uncle Tom,” said Eva, “is a beautiful one for you. O, I am so happy,

Uncle Tom, to think I shall see you in heaven,— for I’m sure I shall; and Mammy,— dear, good, kind Mammy!” she said, fondly throwing her arms round her old nurse,—“I know you’ll be there, too.”

“O, Miss Eva, don’t see how I can live without ye, no how!” said the faith- ful creature. “ ’Pears like it’s just taking everything off the place to oncet!”8 and Mammy gave way to a passion of grief.

Miss Ophelia pushed her and Tom gently from the apartment, and thought they were all gone; but, as she turned, Topsy was standing there.

“Where did you start up from?” she said, suddenly. “I was here,” said Topsy, wiping the tears from her eyes. “O, Miss Eva,

I’ve been a bad girl; but won’t you give me one, too?”

8. At once (colloquial).

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“Yes, poor Topsy! to be sure, I will. There— every time you look at that, think that I love you, and wanted you to be a good girl!”

“O, Miss Eva, I is tryin!” said Topsy, earnestly; “but, Lor, it’s so hard to be good! ’Pears like I an’t used to it, no ways!”

“Jesus knows it, Topsy; he is sorry for you; he will help you.” Topsy, with her eyes hid in her apron, was silently passed from the apart-

ment by Miss Ophelia; but, as she went, she hid the precious curl in her bosom.

* * * Eva had been unusually bright and cheerful, that afternoon, and had sat raised in her bed, and looked over all her little trinkets and precious things, and designated the friends to whom she would have them given; and her manner was more animated, and her voice more natural, than they had known it for weeks. Her father had been in, in the eve ning, and had said that Eva appeared more like her former self than ever she had done since her sick- ness; and when he kissed her for the night, he said to Miss Ophelia,— “Cousin, we may keep her with us, after all; she is certainly better;” and he had retired with a lighter heart in his bosom than he had had there for weeks.

But at midnight,— strange, mystic hour!— when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin,— then came the messenger!

There was a sound in that chamber, Srst of one who stepped quickly. It was Miss Ophelia, who had resolved to sit up all night with her little charge, and who, at the turn of the night, had discerned what experienced nurses signiScantly call “a change.” The outer door was quickly opened, and Tom, who was watching outside, was on the alert, in a moment.

“Go for the doctor, Tom! lose not a moment,” said Miss Ophelia; and, step- ping across the room, she rapped at St. Clare’s door.

“Cousin,” she said, “I wish you would come.” Those words fell on his heart like clods upon a cofSn. Why did they? He

was up and in the room in an instant, and bending over Eva, who still slept. What was it he saw that made his heart stand still? Why was no word

spoken between the two? Thou canst say, who hast seen that same expres- sion on the face dearest to thee;— that look indescribable, hopeless, unmis- takable, that says to thee that thy beloved is no longer thine.

On the face of the child, however, there was no ghastly imprint,— only a high and almost sublime expression,— the overshadowing presence of spiri- tual natures, the dawning of immortal life in that childish soul.

They stood there so still, gazing upon her, that even the ticking of the watch seemed too loud. In a few moments, Tom returned, with the doctor. He entered, gave one look, and stood silent as the rest.

“When did this change take place?” said he, in a low whisper, to Miss Ophelia.

“About the turn of the night,” was the reply. Marie, roused by the entrance of the doctor, appeared, hurriedly, from the

next room. “Augustine! Cousin!— O!—what!” she hurriedly began. “Hush!” said St. Clare, hoarsely; “she is dying!” Mammy heard the words, and ^ew to awaken the servants. The house was

soon roused,— lights were seen, footsteps heard, anxious faces thronged the

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verandah, and looked tearfully through the glass doors; but St. Clare heard and said nothing,— he saw only that look on the face of the little sleeper.

“O, if she would only wake, and speak once more!” he said; and, stooping over her, he spoke in her ear,—“Eva, darling!”

The large blue eyes unclosed,— a smile passed over her face;— she tried to raise her head, and to speak.

“Do you know me, Eva?” “Dear papa,” said the child, with a last effort, throwing her arms about

his neck. In a moment they dropped again; and, as St. Clare raised his head, he saw a spasm of mortal agony pass over the face,— she struggled for breath, and threw up her little hands.

“O, God, this is dreadful!” he said, turning away in agony, and wringing Tom’s hand, scarce conscious what he was doing. “O, Tom, my boy, it is kill- ing me!”

Tom had his master’s hands between his own; and, with tears streaming down his dark cheeks, looked up for help where he had always been used to look.

“Pray that this may be cut short!” said St. Clare,—“this wrings my heart.” “O, bless the Lord! it’s over,— it’s over, dear Master!” said Tom; “look at her.” The child lay panting on her pillows, as one exhausted,— the large clear

eyes rolled up and Sxed. Ah, what said those eyes, that spoke so much of heaven? Earth was past, and earthly pain; but so solemn, so mysterious, was the triumphant brightness of that face, that it checked even the sobs of sor- row. They pressed around her, in breathless stillness.

“Eva,” said St. Clare, gently. She did not hear. “O, Eva, tell us what you see! What is it?” said her father. A bright, a glorious smile passed over her face, and she said, brokenly,—

“O! love,— joy,—peace!” gave one sigh, and passed from death unto life! “Farewell, beloved child! the bright, eternal doors have closed after thee;

we shall see thy sweet face no more. O, woe for them who watched thy entrance into heaven, when they shall wake and Snd only the cold gray sky of daily life, and thou gone forever!”

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chapter xxx. the slave ware house9

A slave ware house! Perhaps some of my readers conjure up horrible visions of such a place. They fancy some foul, obscure den, some horrible Tartarus “informis, ingens, cui lumen ademptum.”1 But no, innocent friend; in these days men have learned the art of sinning expertly and genteelly, so as not to shock the eyes and senses of respectable society. Human property is high in the market; and is, therefore, well fed, well cleaned, tended, and looked after, that it may come to sale sleek, and strong, and shining. A slave- warehouse

9. At this point in the novel Tom has lost his pro- tectors. Eva has died of tuberculosis, St. Clare has been killed while trying to break up a Sght, and Ophelia is returning to New En gland with Topsy after having vainly urged Marie St. Clare to honor her late husband’s wish to free their slaves.

The group sent to the ware house includes Tom and St. Clare’s valet, Adolph. 1. “Frightful, formless, im mense, with light removed” (Latin); from The Aeneid (3.658), the Latin epic by Virgil (70– 19 b.c.e.). “Tartarus”: in Greek mythology, a kind of hell.

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in New Orleans is a house externally not much unlike many others, kept with neatness; and where every day you may see arranged, under a sort of shed along the outside, rows of men and women, who stand there as a sign of the property sold within.

Then you shall be courteously entreated to call and examine, and shall Snd an abundance of husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, and young children, to be “sold separately, or in lots to suit the con ve nience of the purchaser;” and that soul immortal, once bought with blood and anguish by the Son of God, when the earth shook, and the rocks rent, and the graves were opened, can be sold, leased, mortgaged, exchanged for gro- ceries or dry goods, to suit the phases of trade, or the fancy of the purchaser.

It was a day or two after the conversation between Marie and Miss Ophe- lia, that Tom, Adolph, and about half a dozen others of the St. Clare estate, were turned over to the loving kindness of Mr. Skeggs, the keeper of a depot on —— street, to await the auction, next day.

Tom had with him quite a sizable trunk full of clothing, as had most others of them. They were ushered, for the night, into a long room, where many other men, of all ages, sizes and shades of complexion, were assembled, and from which roars of laughter and unthinking merriment were proceeding.

“Ah, ha! that’s right. Go it, boys,— go it!” said Mr. Skeggs, the keeper. “My people are always so merry! Sambo, I see!” he said, speaking approvingly to a burly negro who was performing tricks of low buffoonery, which occasioned the shouts which Tom had heard.

As might be imagined, Tom was in no humor to join these proceedings; and, therefore, setting his trunk as far as possible from the noisy group, he sat down on it, and leaned his face against the wall.

The dealers in the human article make scrupulous and systematic efforts to promote noisy mirth among them, as a means of drowning re^ection, and rendering them insensible to their condition. The whole object of the training to which the negro is put, from the time he is sold in the northern market till he arrives south, is systematically directed towards making him callous, unthinking, and brutal. The slave- dealer collects his gang in Virginia or Ken- tucky, and drives them to some con ve nient, healthy place,— often a watering place,— to be fattened. Here they are fed full daily; and, because some incline to pine, a Sddle is kept commonly going among them, and they are made to dance daily; and he who refuses to be merry— in whose soul thoughts of wife, or child, or home, are too strong for him to be gay— is marked as sullen and dangerous, and subjected to all the evils which the ill will of an utterly irre- sponsible and hardened man can in^ict upon him. Briskness, alertness, and cheerfulness of appearance, especially before observers, are constantly enforced upon them, both by the hope of thereby getting a good master, and the fear of all that the driver may bring upon them, if they prove unsalable.

“What dat ar nigger doin here?” said Sambo, coming up to Tom, after Mr. Skeggs had left the room. Sambo was a full black, of great size, very lively, voluble, and full of trick and grimace.

“What you doin here?” said Sambo, coming up to Tom, and poking him facetiously in the side. “Meditatin’, eh?”

“I am to be sold at the auction, to- morrow!” said Tom, quietly. “Sold at auction,— haw! haw! boys, an’t this yer fun? I wish’t I was gwine

that ar way!— tell ye, wouldn’t I make em laugh? But how is it,— dis yer

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whole lot gwine to- morrow?” said Sambo, laying his hand freely on Adolph’s shoulder.

“Please to let me alone!” said Adolph, Sercely, straightening himself up, with extreme disgust.

“Law, now, boys! dis yer’s one o’ yer white niggers,— kind o’ cream color, ye know, scented!” said he, coming up to Adolph and snufSng. “O, Lor! he’d do for a tobaccer- shop; they could keep him to scent snuff! Lor, he’d keep a whole shope agwine,— he would!”

“I say, keep off, can’t you?” said Adolph, enraged. “Lor, now, how touchy we is,— we white niggers! Look at us, now!” and

Sambo gave a ludicrous imitation of Adolph’s manner; “here’s de airs and graces. We’s been in a good family, I specs.”

“Yes,” said Adolph; “I had a master that could have bought you all for old truck!”

“Laws, now, only think,” said Sambo, “the gentlemens that we is!” “I belonged to the St. Clare family,” said Adolph, proudly. “Lor, you did! Be hanged if they ar’n’t lucky to get shet of ye. Spects they’s

gwine to trade ye off with a lot o’ cracked tea- pots and sich like!” said Sambo, with a provoking grin.

Adolph, enraged at this taunt, ^ew furiously at his adversary, swearing and striking on every side of him. The rest laughed and shouted, and the uproar brought the keeper to the door.

“What now, boys? Order,— order!” he said, coming in and ^ourishing a large whip.

All ^ed in different directions, except Sambo, who, presuming on the favor which the keeper had to him as a licensed wag, stood his ground, ducking his head with a facetious grin, whenever the master made a dive at him.

“Lor, Mas’r, ’tan’t us,— we’s reglar stiddy,— it’s these yer new hands; they’s real aggravatin’,— kinder pickin’ at us, all time!”

The keeper, at this, turned upon Tom and Adolph, and distributing a few kicks and cuffs without much inquiry, and leaving general orders for all to be good boys and go to sleep, left the apartment.

While this scene was going on in the men’s sleeping- room, the reader may be curious to take a peep at the corresponding apartment allotted to the women. Stretched out in various attitudes over the ^oor, he may see number- less sleeping forms of every shade of complexion, from the purest ebony to white, and of all years, from childhood to old age, lying now asleep. Here is a Sne bright girl, of ten years, whose mother was sold out yesterday, and who to- night cried herself to sleep when nobody was looking at her. Here, a worn old negress, whose thin arms and callous Sngers tell of hard toil, waiting to be sold to- morrow, as a cast- off article, for what can be got for her; and some forty or Sfty others, with heads variously enveloped in blankets or articles of clothing, lie stretched around them. But, in a corner, sitting apart from the rest, are two females of a more interesting appearance than common. One of these is a respectably- dressed mulatto woman between forty and Sfty, with soft eyes and a gentle and pleasing physiognomy. She has on her head a high- raised turban, made of a gay red Madras handkerchief, of the Srst quality, and her dress is neatly Stted, and of good material, showing that she has been provided for with a careful hand. By her side, and nestling closely to her, is a young girl of Sfteen,— her daughter. She is a quadroon, as may be seen from

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her fairer complexion, though her likeness to her mother is quite discernible. She has the same soft, dark eye, with longer lashes, and her curling hair is of a luxuriant brown. She also is dressed with great neatness, and her white, delicate hands betray very little acquaintance with servile toil. These two are to be sold to- morrow, in the same lot with the St. Clare servants; and the gentleman to whom they belong, and to whom the money for their sale is to be transmitted, is a member of a Christian church in New York, who will receive the money, and go thereafter to the sacrament of his Lord and theirs, and think no more of it.

These two, whom we shall call Susan and Emmeline, had been the per- sonal attendants of an amiable and pious lady of New Orleans, by whom they had been carefully and piously instructed and trained. They had been taught to read and write, diligently instructed in the truths of religion, and their lot had been as happy an one as in their condition it was possible to be. But the only son of their protectress had the management of her property; and, by carelessness and extravagance involved it to a large amount, and at last failed. One of the largest creditors was the respectable Srm of B. & Co., in New York. B. & Co. wrote to their lawyer in New Orleans, who attached the real estate (these two articles and a lot of plantation hands formed the most valu- able part of it), and wrote word to that effect to New York. Brother B., being, as we have said, a Christian man, and a resident in a free State, felt some uneasiness on the subject. He didn’t like trading in slaves and souls of men,— of course, he didn’t; but, then, there were thirty thousand dollars in the case, and that was rather too much money to be lost for a principle; and so, after much considering, and asking advice from those that he knew would advise to suit him, Brother B. wrote to his lawyer to dispose of the business in the way that seemed to him the most suitable, and remit the proceeds.

The day after the letter arrived in New Orleans, Susan and Emmeline were attached, and sent to the depot to await a general auction on the fol- lowing morning; and as they glimmer faintly upon us in the moonlight which steals through the grated window, we may listen to their conversa- tion. Both are weeping, but each quietly, that the other may not hear.

“Mother, just lay your head on my lap, and see if you can’t sleep a little,” says the girl, trying to appear calm.

“I haven’t any heart to sleep, Em; I can’t; it’s the last night we may be together!”

“O, mother, don’t say so! perhaps we shall get sold together,— who knows?” “If’t was anybody’s else case, I should say so, too, Em,” said the woman;

“but I’m so feard of losin’ you that I don’t see anything but the danger.” “Why, mother, the man said we were both likely, and would sell well.” Susan remembered the man’s looks and words. With a deadly sickness

at her heart, she remembered how he had looked at Emmeline’s hands, and lifted up her curly hair, and pronounced her a Srst- rate article. Susan had been trained as a Christian, brought up in the daily reading of the Bible, and had the same horror of her child’s being sold to a life of shame that any other Christian mother might have; but she had no hope,— no protection.

“Mother, I think we might do Srst rate, if you could get a place as cook, and I as chamber- maid or seamstress, in some family. I dare say we shall. Let’s both look as bright and lively as we can, and tell all we can do, and perhaps we shall,” said Emmeline.

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“I want you to brush your hair all back straight, to- morrow,” said Susan. “What for, mother? I don’t look near so well, that way.” “Yes, but you’ll sell better so.” “I don’t see why!” said the child. “Respectable families would be more apt to buy you, if they saw you

looked plain and decent, as if you wasn’t trying to look handsome. I know their ways better ’n you do,” said Susan.

“Well, mother, then I will.” “And, Emmeline, if we shouldn’t ever see each other again, after to-

morrow,—if I’m sold way up on a plantation somewhere, and you some- where else,— always remember how you’ve been brought up, and all Missis has told you; take your Bible with you, and your hymn- book; and if you’re faithful to the Lord, he’ll be faithful to you.”

So speaks the poor soul, in sore discouragement; for she knows that to- morrow any man, however vile and brutal, however godless and merciless, if he only has money to pay for her, may become own er of her daughter, body and soul; and then, how is the child to be faithful? She thinks of all this, as she holds her daughter in her arms, and wishes that she were not handsome and attractive. It seems almost an aggravation to her to remember how purely and piously, how much above the ordinary lot, she has been brought up. But she has no resort but to pray; and many such prayers to God have gone up from those same trim, neatly- arranged, respectable slave- prisons,—prayers which God has not forgotten, as a coming day shall show; for it is written, “Whoso causeth one of these little ones to offend, it were better for him that a mill- stone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depths of the sea.”2

The soft, earnest, quiet moonbeam looks in Sxedly marking the bars of the grated windows on the prostrate, sleeping forms. The mother and daughter are singing together a wild and melancholy dirge, common as a funeral hymn among the slaves:

“O, where is weeping Mary? O, where is weeping Mary? ’Rived in the goodly land. She is dead and gone to Heaven; She is dead and gone to Heaven; ’Rived in the goodly land.”3

These words, sung by voices of a peculiar and melancholy sweetness, in an air which seemed like the sighing of earthly despair after heavenly hope, ^oated through the dark prison rooms with a pathetic cadence, as verse after verse was breathed out:

“O, where are Paul and Silas? O, where are Paul and Silas? Gone to the goodly land. They are dead and gone to Heaven; They are dead and gone to Heaven; ’Rived in the goodly land.”

2. Matthew 18.6. 3. This and the next stanza are derived from the pop u lar camp- meeting song “Hebrew Children.”

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Sing on, poor souls! The night is short, and the morning will part you forever! But now it is morning, and everybody is astir; and the worthy Mr. Skeggs

is busy and bright, for a lot of goods is to be Stted out for auction. There is a brisk look- out on the toilet; injunctions passed around to every one to put on their best face and be spry; and now all are arranged in a circle for a last review, before they are marched up to the Bourse.4

Mr. Skeggs, with his palmetto on and his cigar in his mouth, walks around to put farewell touches on his wares.

“How’s this?” he said, stepping in front of Susan and Emmeline. “Where’s your curls, gal?”

The girl looked timidly at her mother, who, with the smooth adroitness common among her class, answers,

“I was telling her, last night, to put up her hair smooth and neat, and not havin’ it ^ying about in curls; looks more respectable so.”

“Bother!” said the man, peremptorily, turning to the girl; “you go right along, and curl yourself real smart!” He added, giving a crack to a rattan he held in his hand, “And be back in quick time, too!”

“You go and help her,” he added, to the mother. “Them curls may make a hundred dollars difference in the sale of her.”

Beneath a splendid dome were men of all nations, moving to and fro, over the marble pave. On every side of the circular area were little tribunes, or sta- tions, for the use of speakers and auctioneers. Two of these, on opposite sides of the area, were now occupied by brilliant and talented gentlemen, enthusi- astically forcing up, in En glish and French commingled,5 the bids of connois- seurs in their various wares. A third one, on the other side, still unoccupied, was surrounded by a group, waiting the moment of sale to begin. And here we may recognize the St. Clare servants,— Tom, Adolph, and others; and there, too, Susan and Emmeline, awaiting their turn with anxious and dejected faces. Various spectators, intending to purchase, or not intending, as the case might be, gathered around the group, handling, examining, and commenting on their various points and faces with the same freedom that a set of jockeys discuss the merits of a horse.

“Hulloa, Alf! what brings you here?” said a young exquisite, slapping the shoulder of a sprucely- dressed young man, who was examining Adolph through an eye- glass.

“Well, I was wanting a valet, and I heard that St. Clare’s lot was going. I thought I’d just look at his—”

“Catch me ever buying any of St. Clare’s people! Spoilt niggers, every one. Impudent as the dev il!” said the other.

“Never fear that!” said the Srst. “If I get ’em, I’ll soon have their airs out of them; they’ll soon Snd that they’ve another kind of master to deal with than Monsieur St. Clare. ’Pon my word, I’ll buy that fellow. I like the shape of him.”

“You’ll Snd it’ll take all you’ve got to keep him. He’s deucedly extrava- gant!”

4. Market or stock exchange (French). 5. Both French and En glish are spoken in New Orleans.

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“Yes, but my lord will Snd that he can’t be extravagant with me. Just let him be sent to the calaboose6 a few times, and thoroughly dressed down! I’ll tell you if it don’t bring him to a sense of his ways! O, I’ll reform him, up hill and down,— you’ll see. I buy him, that’s ^at!”

Tom had been standing wistfully examining the multitude of faces throng- ing around him, for one whom he would wish to call master. And if you should ever be under the necessity, sir, of selecting, out of two hundred men, one who was to become your absolute own er and disposer, you would, per- haps, realize, just as Tom did, how few there were that you would feel at all comfortable in being made over to. Tom saw abundance of men,— great, burly, gruff men; little, chirping, dried men; long- favored, lank, hard men; and every variety of stubbed- looking, commonplace men, who pick up their fellow- men as one picks up chips, putting them into the Sre or a basket with equal uncon- cern, according to their con ve nience; but he saw no St. Clare.

A little before the sale commenced, a short, broad, muscular man, in a checked shirt considerably open at the bosom, and pantaloons much the worse for dirt and wear, elbowed his way through the crowd, like one who is going actively into a business; and, coming up to the group, began to examine them systematically. From the moment that Tom saw him approaching, he felt an immediate and revolting horror at him, that increased as he came near. He was evidently, though short, of gigantic strength. His round, bullet head, large, light- gray eyes, with their shaggy, sandy eye- brows, and stiff, wiry, sun- burned hair, were rather unprepossessing items, it is to be con- fessed; his large, coarse mouth was distended with tobacco, the juice of which, from time to time, he ejected from him with great decision and explo- sive force; his hands were im mensely large, hairy, sunburned, freckled, and very dirty, and garnished with long nails, in a very foul condition. This man proceeded to a very free personal examination of the lot. He seized Tom by the jaw, and pulled open his mouth to inspect his teeth; made him strip up his sleeve, to show his muscle; turned him round, made him jump and spring, to show his paces.

“Where was you raised?” he added, brie^y, to these investigations. “In Kintuck, Mas’r,” said Tom, looking about, as if for deliverance. “What have you done?” “Had care of Mas’r’s farm,” said Tom. “Likely story!” said the other, shortly, as he passed on. He paused a moment

before Dolph; then spitting a discharge of tobacco- juice on his well- blacked boots, and giving a contemptuous umph, he walked on. Again he stopped before Susan and Emmeline. He put out his heavy, dirty hand, and drew the girl towards him; passed it over her neck and bust, felt her arms, looked at her teeth, and then pushed her back against her mother, whose patient face showed the suffering she had been going through at every motion of the hid- eous stranger.

The girl was frightened, and began to cry. “Stop that, you minx!” said the salesman; “no whimpering here,— the

sale is going to begin.” And accordingly the sale begun.

6. Jail (from the Spanish calabozo, “dungeon”).

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Adolph was knocked off, at a good sum, to the young gentleman who had previously stated his intention of buying him; and the other servants of the St. Clare lot went to various bidders.

“Now, up with you, boy! d’ye hear?” said the auctioneer to Tom. Tom stepped upon the block, gave a few anxious looks round; all seemed

mingled in a common, indistinct noise,— the clatter of the salesman crying off his qualiScations in French and En glish, the quick Sre of French and En glish bids; and almost in a moment came the Snal thump of the hammer, and the clear ring on the last syllable of the word “dollars,” as the auction- eer announced his price, and Tom was made over.— He had a master!

He was pushed from the block;— the short, bullet- headed man seizing him roughly by the shoulder, pushed him to one side, saying, in a harsh voice, “Stand there, you!”

Tom hardly realized anything; but still the bidding went on,— rattling, clat- tering, now French, now En glish. Down goes the hammer again,— Susan is sold! She goes down from the block, stops, looks wistfully back,— her daugh- ter stretches her hands towards her. She looks with agony in the face of the man who has bought her,— a respectable middle- aged man, of benevolent countenance.

“O, Mas’r, please do buy my daughter!” “I’d like to, but I’m afraid I can’t afford it!” said the gentleman, looking,

with painful interest, as the young girl mounted the block, and looked around her with a frightened and timid glance.

The blood ^ushes painfully in her otherwise colorless cheek, her eye has a feverish Sre, and her mother groans to see that she looks more beautiful than she ever saw her before. The auctioneer sees his advantage, and expati- ates volubly in mingled French and En glish, and bids rise in rapid succession.

“I’ll do anything in reason,” said the benevolent- looking gentleman, press- ing in and joining with the bids. In a few moments they have run beyond his purse. He is silent; the auctioneer grows warmer; but bids gradually drop off. It lies now between an aristocratic old citizen and our bullet- headed acquain- tance. The citizen bids for a few turns, contemptuously mea sur ing his opponent; but the bullet- head has the advantage over him, both in obstinacy and concealed length of purse, and the controversy lasts but a moment; the hammer falls,— he has got the girl, body and soul, unless God help her!

Her master is Mr. Legree, who owns a cotton plantation on the Red river.7 She is pushed along into the same lot with Tom and two other men, and goes off, weeping as she goes.

The benevolent gentleman is sorry; but, then, the thing happens every day! One sees girls and mothers crying, at these sales, always! it can’t be helped, &c.; and he walks off, with his acquisition, in another direction.

Two days after, the lawyer of the Christian Srm of B. & Co., New York, sent on their money to them. On the reverse of that draft, so obtained, let them write these words of the great Paymaster, to whom they shall make up their account in a future day: “When he maketh inquisition for blood, he for- getteth not the cry of the humble!”8

7. Tributary of the Mississippi River, ^owing through Arkansas and Louisiana.

8. Psalms 9.12.

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chapter xxxi. the middle passage9

“Thou art of purer eyes than to behold evil, and canst not look upon iniquity: wherefore lookest thou upon them that deal treacherously, and holdest thy tongue when the wicked devoureth the man that is more righ teous than he?”

—Hab. 1:13.1

On the lower part of a small, mean boat, on the Red river, Tom sat,— chains on his wrists, chains on his feet, and a weight heavier than chains lay on his heart. All had faded from his sky,— moon and star; all had passed by him, as the trees and banks were now passing, to return no more. Kentucky home, with wife and children, and indulgent own ers; St. Clare home, with all its reSnements and splendors; the golden head of Eva, with its saint- like eyes; the proud, gay, handsome, seemingly careless, yet ever- kind St. Clare; hours of ease and indulgent leisure,— all gone! and in place thereof, what remains?

It is one of the bitterest apportionments of a lot of slavery, that the negro, sympathetic and assimilative, after acquiring, in a reSned family, the tastes and feelings which form the atmosphere of such a place, is not the less liable to become the bond- slave of the coarsest and most brutal,— just as a chair or table, which once decorated the superb saloon, comes, at last, battered and defaced, to the bar- room of some Slthy tavern, or some low haunt of vulgar debauchery. The great difference is, that the table and chair cannot feel, and the man can; for even a legal enactment that he shall be “taken, reputed, adjudged in law, to be a chattel personal,” 2 cannot blot out his soul, with its own private little world of memories, hopes, loves, fears, and desires.

Mr. Simon Legree, Tom’s master, had purchased slaves at one place and another, in New Orleans, to the number of eight, and driven them, hand- cuffed, in couples of two and two, down to the good steamer Pirate, which lay at the levee, ready for a trip up the Red river.

Having got them fairly on board, and the boat being off, he came round, with that air of efSciency which ever characterized him, to take a review of them. Stopping opposite to Tom, who had been attired for sale in his best broadcloth suit, with well- starched linen and shining boots, he brie^y expressed himself as follows:

“Stand up.” Tom stood up. “Take off that stock!” and, as Tom, encumbered by his fetters, proceeded

to do it, he assisted him, by pulling it, with no gentle hand, from his neck, and putting it in his pocket.

Legree now turned to Tom’s trunk, which, previous to this, he had been ransacking, and, taking from it a pair of old pantaloons and a dilapidated coat, which Tom had been wont to put on about his stable- work, he said, lib- erating Tom’s hands from the handcuffs, and pointing to a recess in among the boxes,

“You go there, and put these on.”

9. The term used in the slave trade for the Atlan- tic voyage from Africa to the Americas; here Tom’s river journey from New Orleans to the back coun- try of Louisiana, where Legree’s plantation is located.

1. From the Book of Habakkuk, one of the minor prophets of the Old Testament. 2. Typical language from the slave codes of the southern states.

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Tom obeyed, and in a few moments returned. “Take off your boots,” said Mr. Legree. Tom did so. “There,” said the former, throwing him a pair of coarse, stout shoes, such

as were common among the slaves, “put these on.” In Tom’s hurried exchange, he had not forgotten to transfer his cherished

Bible to his pocket. It was well he did so; for Mr. Legree, having reStted Tom’s handcuffs, proceeded deliberately to investigate the contents of his pockets. He drew out a silk handkerchief, and put it into his own pocket. Several little tri^es, which Tom had trea sured, chie^y because they had amused Eva, he looked upon with a contemptuous grunt, and tossed them over his shoulder into the river.

Tom’s Methodist hymn- book, which, in his hurry, he had forgotten, he now held up and turned over.

“Humph! pious, to be sure. So, what’s yer name,— you belong to the church, eh?”

“Yes, Mas’r,” said Tom, Srmly. “Well, I’ll soon have that out of you. I have none o’ yer bawling, praying,

singing niggers on my place; so remember. Now, mind yourself,” he said, with a stamp and a Serce glance of his gray eye, directed at Tom, “I’m your church now! You understand,— you’ve got to be as I say.”

Something within the silent black man answered No! and, as if repeated by an invisible voice, came the words of an old prophetic scroll, as Eva had often read them to him,—“Fear not! for I have redeemed thee. I have called thee by my name. Thou art mine!”3

But Simon Legree heard no voice. That voice is one he never shall hear. He only glared for a moment on the downcast face of Tom, and walked off. He took Tom’s trunk, which contained a very neat and abundant wardrobe, to the forecastle, where it was soon surrounded by various hands of the boat. With much laughing, at the expense of niggers who tried to be gentlemen, the articles very readily were sold to one and another, and the empty trunk Snally put up at auction. It was a good joke, they all thought, especially to see how Tom looked after his things, as they were going this way and that; and then the auction of the trunk, that was funnier than all, and occasioned abundant witticisms.

This little affair being over, Simon sauntered up again to his property. “Now, Tom, I’ve relieved you of any extra baggage, you see. Take mighty

good care of them clothes. It’ll be long enough ’fore you get more. I go in for making niggers careful; one suit has to do for one year, on my place.”

Simon next walked up to the place where Emmeline was sitting, chained to another woman.

“Well, my dear,” he said, chucking her under the chin, “keep up your spirits.”

The involuntary look of horror, fright, and aversion, with which the girl regarded him, did not escape his eye. He frowned Sercely.

“None o’ your shines, gal! you’s got to keep a pleasant face, when I speak to ye,— d’ye hear? And you, you old yellow poco moonshine!” he said, giving

3. Isaiah 43.1.

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4. Small drink (typically alcoholic).

a shove to the mulatto woman to whom Emmeline was chained, “don’t you carry that sort of face! You’s got to look chipper, I tell ye!”

“I say, all on ye,” he said retreating a pace or two back, “look at me,— look at me,— look me right in the eye,—straight, now!” said he, stamping his foot at every pause.

As by a fascination, every eye was now directed to the glaring greenish- gray eye of Simon.

“Now,” said he, doubling his great, heavy Sst into something resembling a blacksmith’s hammer, “d’ye see this Sst? Heft it!” he said, bringing it down on Tom’s hand. “Look at these yer bones! Well, I tell ye this yer Sst has got as hard as iron knocking down niggers. I never see the nigger, yet, I couldn’t bring down with one crack,” said he, bringing his Sst down so near to the face of Tom that he winked and drew back. “I don’t keep none o’ yer cussed overseers; I does my own overseeing; and I tell you things is seen to. You’s every one on ye got to toe the mark, I tell ye; quick,— straight,—the moment I speak. That’s the way to keep in with me. Ye won’t Snd no soft spot in me, nowhere. So, now, mind yerselves; for I don’t show no mercy!”

The women involuntarily drew in their breath, and the whole gang sat with downcast, dejected faces. Meanwhile, Simon turned on his heel, and marched up to the bar of the boat for a dram.4

“That’s the way I begin with my niggers,” he said, to a gentlemanly man, who had stood by him during his speech. “It’s my system to begin strong,— just let ’em know what to expect.”

“Indeed!” said the stranger, looking upon him with the curiosity of a natu- ralist studying some out- of- the- way specimen.

“Yes, indeed. I’m none o’ yer gentlemen planters, with lily Sngers, to slop round and be cheated by some old cuss of an overseer! Just feel of my knuck- les, now; look at my Sst. Tell ye, sir, the ^esh on ’t has come jest like a stone, practising on niggers,— feel on it.”

The stranger applied his Sngers to the implement in question, and simply said,

“ ’T is hard enough; and, I suppose,” he added, “practice has made your heart just like it.”

“Why, yes, I may say so,” said Simon, with a hearty laugh. “I reckon there’s as little soft in me as in any one going. Tell you, nobody comes it over me! Niggers never gets round me, neither with squalling nor soft soap,— that’s a fact.”

“You have a Sne lot there.” “Real,” said Simon. “There’s that Tom, they telled me he was suthin’

uncommon. I paid a little high for him, tendin’ him for a driver and a manag- ing chap; only get the notions out that he’s larnt by bein’ treated as niggers never ought to be, he’ll do prime! The yellow woman I got took in. I rayther think she’s sickly, but I shall put her through for what she’s worth; she may last a year or two. I don’t go for savin’ niggers. Use up, and buy more, ’s my way;— makes you less trouble, and I’m quite sure it comes cheaper in the end;” and Simon sipped his glass.

“And how long do they generally last?” said the stranger.

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“Well, donno; ’cordin’ as their constitution is. Stout fellers last six or seven years; trashy ones gets worked up in two or three. I used to, when I fust begun, have considerable trouble fussin’ with ’em and trying to make ’em hold out,— doctorin’ on ’em up when they’s sick, and givin’ on ’em clothes and blankets, and what not, tryin’ to keep ’em all sort o’ decent and comfort- able. Law, ’t wasn’t no sort o’ use; I lost money on ’em, and ’t was heaps o’ trouble. Now, you see, I just put ’em straight through, sick or well. When one nigger’s dead, I buy another; and I Snd it comes cheaper and easier, every way.”

The stranger turned away, and seated himself beside a gentleman, who had been listening to the conversation with repressed uneasiness.

“You must not take that fellow to be any specimen of Southern planters,” said he.

“I should hope not,” said the young gentleman, with emphasis. “He is a mean, low, brutal fellow!” said the other. “And yet your laws allow him to hold any number of human beings sub-

ject to his absolute will, without even a shadow of protection; and, low as he is, you cannot say that there are not many such.”

“Well,” said the other, “there are also many considerate and humane men among planters.”

“Granted,” said the young man; “but, in my opinion, it is you considerate, humane men, that are responsible for all the brutality and outrage wrought by these wretches; because, if it were not for your sanction and in^uence, the whole system could not keep foot- hold for an hour. If there were no planters except such as that one,” said he, pointing with his Snger to Legree, who stood with his back to them, “the whole thing would go down like a mill- stone. It is your respectability and humanity that licenses and protects his brutality.”

“You certainly have a high opinion of my good nature,” said the planter, smiling; “but I advise you not to talk quite so loud, as there are people on board the boat who might not be quite so tolerant to opinion as I am. You had better wait till I get up to my plantation, and there you may abuse us all, quite at your leisure.”

The young gentleman colored and smiled, and the two were soon busy in a game of backgammon. Meanwhile, another conversation was going on in the lower part of the boat, between Emmeline and the mulatto woman with whom she was conSned. As was natural, they were exchanging with each other some particulars of their history.

“Who did you belong to?” said Emmeline. “Well, my Mas’r was Mr. Ellis,— lived on Levee- street. P’raps you’ve seen

the house.” “Was he good to you?” said Emmeline. “Mostly, till he tuk sick. He’s lain sick, off and on, more than six months,

and been orful oneasy. ’Pears like he warnt willin’ to have nobody rest, day nor night; and got so curous, there couldn’t nobody suit him. ’Pears like he just grew crosser, every day; kep me up nights till I got farly beat out, and couldn’t keep awake no longer; and cause I got to sleep, one night, Lors, he talk so orful to me, and he tell me he’d sell me to just the hardest master he could Snd; and he’d promised me my freedom, too, when he died.”

“Had you any friends?” said Emmeline.

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“Yes, my husband,— he’s a blacksmith. Mas’r gen’ly hired him out. They took me off so quick, I didn’t even have time to see him; and I’s got four chil- dren. O, dear me!” said the woman, covering her face with her hands.

It is a natural impulse, in every one, when they hear a tale of distress, to think of something to say by way of consolation. Emmeline wanted to say something, but she could not think of anything to say. What was there to be said? As by a common consent, they both avoided, with fear and dread, all mention of the horrible man who was now their master.

True, there is religious trust for even the darkest hour. The mulatto woman was a member of the Methodist church, and had an unenlightened but very sincere spirit of piety. Emmeline had been educated much more intelligently,— taught to read and write, and diligently instructed in the Bible, by the care of a faithful and pious mistress; yet, would it not try the faith of the Srmest Christian, to Snd themselves abandoned, apparently, of God, in the grasp of ruthless violence? How much more must it shake the faith of Christ’s poor little ones, weak in knowledge and tender in years!

The boat moved on,— freighted with its weight of sorrow— up the red, muddy, turbid current, through the abrupt, tortuous windings of the Red river; and sad eyes gazed wearily on the steep red- clay banks, as they glided by in dreary sameness. At last the boat stopped at a small town, and Legree, with his party, disembarked.

* * * chapter xxxiv. the quadroon’s story

“And behold the tears of such as are oppressed; and on the side of their oppressors there was power. Wherefore I praised the dead that are already dead more than the living that are yet alive.”

—Eccl. 4:1.

It was late at night, and Tom lay groaning and bleeding alone,5 in an old forsaken room of the gin- house, among pieces of broken machinery, piles of damaged cotton, and other rubbish which had there accumulated.

The night was damp and close, and the thick air swarmed with myriads of mosquitos, which increased the restless torture of his wounds; whilst a burning thirst— a torture beyond all others— Slled up the uttermost mea sure of physical anguish.

“O, good Lord! Do look down,— give me the victory!— give me the victory over all!” prayed poor Tom, in his anguish.

A footstep entered the room, behind him, and the light of a lantern ^ashed on his eyes.

“Who’s there? O, for the Lord’s massy, please give me some water!” The woman Cassy6— for it was she— set down her lantern, and, pouring

water from a bottle, raised his head, and gave him drink. Another and another cup were drained, with feverish eagerness.

“Drink all ye want,” she said; “I knew how it would be. It isn’t the Srst time I’ve been out in the night, carry ing water to such as you.”

“Thank you, Missis,” said Tom, when he had done drinking.

5. Tom has been beaten for refusing Legree’s command to ^og a slave woman.

6. Legree’s mixed- race former house keeper and concubine, whom he had abused sexually.

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“Don’t call me Missis! I’m a miserable slave, like yourself,— a lower one than you can ever be!” said she, bitterly; “but now,” said she, going to the door, and dragging in a small pallaise,7 over which she had spread linen cloths wet with cold water, “try, my poor fellow, to roll yourself on to this.”

Stiff with wounds and bruises, Tom was a long time in accomplishing this movement; but, when done, he felt a sensible relief from the cooling application to his wounds.

The woman, whom long practice with the victims of brutality had made familiar with many healing arts, went on to make many applications to Tom’s wounds, by means of which he was soon somewhat relieved.

“Now,” said the woman, when she had raised his head on a roll of dam- aged cotton, which served for a pillow, “there’s the best I can do for you.”

Tom thanked her; and the woman, sitting down on the ^oor, drew up her knees, and embracing them with her arms, looked Sxedly before her, with a bitter and painful expression of countenance. Her bonnet fell back, and long wavy streams of black hair fell around her singular and melancholy face.

“It’s no use, my poor fellow!” she broke out, at last, “it’s of no use, this you’ve been trying to do. You were a brave fellow,— you had the right on your side; but it’s all in vain, and out of the question, for you to struggle. You are in the dev il’s hands;— he is the strongest, and you must give up!”

Give up! and, had not human weakness and physical agony whispered that, before? Tom started; for the bitter woman, with her wild eyes and mel- ancholy voice, seemed to him an embodiment of the temptation with which he had been wrestling.

“O Lord! O Lord!” he groaned, “how can I give up?” “There’s no use calling on the Lord,— he never hears,” said the woman,

steadily; “there isn’t any God, I believe; or, if there is, he’s taken sides against us. All goes against us, heaven and earth. Everything is pushing us into hell. Why shouldn’t we go?”

Tom closed his eyes, and shuddered at the dark, atheistic words. “You see,” said the woman, “you don’t know anything about it;— I do. I’ve

been on this place Sve years, body and soul, under this man’s foot; and I hate him as I do the dev il! Here you are, on a lone plantation, ten miles from any other, in the swamps; not a white person here, who could testify, if you were burned alive,— if you were scalded, cut into inch- pieces, set up for the dogs to tear, or hung up and whipped to death. There’s no law here, of God or man, that can do you, or any one of us, the least good; and, this man! there’s no earthly thing that he’s too good to do. I could make any one’s hair rise, and their teeth chatter, if I should only tell what I’ve seen and been knowing to, here,— and it’s no use resisting! Did I want to live with him? Wasn’t I a woman delicately bred; and he— God in heaven! what was he, and is he? And yet, I’ve lived with him, these Sve years, and cursed every moment of my life,— night and day! And now, he’s got a new one,8— a young thing, only Sfteen, and she brought up, she says, piously. Her good mistress taught her to read the Bible; and she’s brought her Bible here— to hell with her!”— and the woman laughed a wild and doleful laugh, that rung, with a strange, supernatural sound, through the old ruined shed.

7. Thin mattress (Creole French). 8. Emmeline.

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Tom folded his hands; all was darkness and horror. “O Jesus! Lord Jesus! have you quite forgot us poor critturs?” burst forth,

at last;—“help, Lord, I perish!” The woman sternly continued: “And what are these miserable low dogs you work with, that you should

suffer on their account? Every one of them would turn against you, the Srst time they got a chance. They are all of ’em as low and cruel to each other as they can be; there’s no use in your suffering to keep from hurting them.”

“Poor critturs!” said Tom,—“what made ’em cruel?— and, if I give out, I shall get used to’t, and grow, little by little, just like ’em! No, no, Missis! I’ve lost everything,— wife, and children, and home, and a kind Mas’r,— and he would have set me free, if he’d only lived a week longer; I’ve lost everything in this world, and it’s clean gone, forever,— and now I can’t lose Heaven, too; no, I can’t get to be wicked, besides all!”

“But it can’t be that the Lord will lay sin to our account,” said the woman; “he won’t charge it to us, when we’re forced to it; he’ll charge it to them that drove us to it.”

“Yes,” said Tom; “but that won’t keep us from growing wicked. If I get to be as hard- hearted as that ar’ Sambo, and as wicked, it won’t make much odds to me how I come so; it’s the bein’ so,— that ar’s what I’m a dreadin’.”

The woman Sxed a wild and startled look on Tom, as if a new thought had struck her; and then, heavily groaning, said,

“O God a’ mercy! you speak the truth! O— O—O!”—and, with groans, she fell on the ^oor, like one crushed and writhing under the extremity of mental anguish.

There was a silence, a while, in which the breathing of both parties could be heard, when Tom faintly said, “O, please, Missis!”

The woman suddenly rose up, with her face composed to its usual stern, melancholy expression.

“Please, Missis, I saw ’em throw my coat in that ar’ corner, and in my coat- pocket is my Bible;— if Missis would please get it for me.”

Cassy went and got it. Tom opened, at once, to a heavily marked passage, much worn, of the last scenes in the life of Him by whose stripes we are healed.

“If Missis would only be so good as read that ar’,— it’s better than water.” Cassy took the book, with a dry, proud air, and looked over the passage.

She then read aloud, in a soft voice, and with a beauty of intonation that was peculiar, that touching account of anguish and of glory. Often, as she read, her voice faltered, and sometimes failed her altogether, when she would stop, with an air of frigid composure, till she had mastered herself. When she came to the touching words, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do,”9 she threw down the book, and, burying her face in the heavy masses of her hair, she sobbed aloud, with a convulsive violence.

Tom was weeping, also, and occasionally uttering a smothered ejaculation. “If we only could keep up to that ar’!” said Tom;—“it seemed to come so

natural to him, and we have to Sght so hard for ’t! O Lord, help us! O blessed Lord Jesus, do help us!”

9. Christ’s words on the Cross (Luke 23.34).

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“Missis,” said Tom, after a while, “I can see that, some how, you’re quite ’bove me in everything; but there’s one thing Missis might learn even from poor Tom. Ye said the Lord took sides against us, because he lets us be ’bused and knocked round; but ye see what come on his own Son,— the blessed Lord of Glory,— wan’t he allays poor? and have we, any on us, yet come so low as he come? The Lord han’t forgot us,— I’m sartin’ o’ that ar’. If we suffer with him, we shall also reign, Scripture says; but, if we deny Him, he also will deny us. Didn’t they all suffer?— the Lord and all his? It tells how they was stoned and sawn asunder, and wandered about in sheep- skins and goat- skins, and was destitute, af^icted, tormented. Sufferin’ an’t no reason to make us think the Lord’s turned agin us; but jest the contrary, if only we hold on to him, and doesn’t give up to sin.”

“But why does he put us where we can’t help but sin?” said the woman. “I think we can help it,” said Tom. “You’ll see,” said Cassy; “what’ll you do? To- morrow they’ll be at you again.

I know ’em; I’ve seen all their doings; I can’t bear to think of all they’ll bring you to;— and they’ll make you give out, at last!”

“Lord Jesus!” said Tom, “you will take care of my soul? O Lord, do!— don’t let me give out!”

“O dear!” said Cassy; “I’ve heard all this crying and praying before; and yet, they’ve been broken down, and brought under. There’s Emmeline, she’s trying to hold on, and you’re trying,— but what use? You must give up, or be killed by inches.”

“Well, then, I will die!” said Tom. “Spin it out as long as they can, they can’t help my dying, some time!— and, after that, they can’t do no more. I’m clar, I’m set! I know the Lord’ll help me, and bring me through.”

The woman did not answer; she sat with her black eyes intently Sxed on the ^oor.

“May be it’s the way,” she murmured to herself; “but those that have given up, there’s no hope for them!— none! We live in Slth, and grow loathsome, till we loathe ourselves! And we long to die, and we don’t dare to kill ourselves!— No hope! no hope! no hope!— this girl now,— just as old as I was!

“You see me now,” she said, speaking to Tom very rapidly; “see what I am! Well, I was brought up in luxury; the Srst I remember is, playing about, when I was a child, in splendid parlors;— when I was kept dressed up like a doll, and company and visiters used to praise me. There was a garden opening from the saloon windows; and there I used to play hide- and- go- seek, under the orange- trees, with my brothers and sisters. I went to a convent, and there I learned music, French and embroidery, and what not; and when I was four- teen, I came out to my father’s funeral. He died very suddenly, and when the property came to be settled, they found that there was scarcely enough to cover the debts; and when the creditors took an inventory of the property, I was set down in it. My mother was a slave woman, and my father had always meant to set me free; but he had not done it, and so I was set down in the list. I’d always known who I was, but never thought much about it. Nobody ever expects that a strong, healthy man is a going to die. My father was a well man only four hours before he died;— it was one of the Srst cholera cases in New Orleans. The day after the funeral, my father’s wife took her children, and went up to her father’s plantation. I thought they treated me strangely,

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but didn’t know. There was a young lawyer whom they left to settle the business; and he came every day, and was about the house, and spoke very politely to me. He brought with him, one day, a young man, whom I thought the handsomest I had ever seen. I shall never forget that eve ning. I walked with him in the garden. I was lonesome and full of sorrow, and he was so kind and gentle to me; and he told me that he had seen me before I went to the convent, and that he had loved me a great while, and that he would be my friend and protector;— in short, though he didn’t tell me, he had paid two thousand dollars for me, and I was his property,— I became his willingly, for I loved him. Loved!” said the woman, stopping. “O, how I did love that man! How I love him now,— and always shall, while I breathe! He was so beautiful, so high, so noble! He put me into a beautiful house, with servants, horses, and carriages, and furniture, and dresses. Everything that money could buy, he gave me; but I didn’t set any value on all that,— I only cared for him. I loved him better than my God and my own soul; and, if I tried, I couldn’t do any other way from what he wanted me to.

“I wanted only one thing— I did want him to marry me. I thought, if he loved me as he said he did, and if I was what he seemed to think I was, he would be willing to marry me and set me free. But he convinced me that it would be impossible; and he told me that, if we were only faithful to each other, it was marriage before God. If that is true, wasn’t I that man’s wife? Wasn’t I faithful? For seven years, didn’t I study every look and motion, and only live and breathe to please him? He had the yellow fever, and for twenty days and nights I watched with him. I alone,— and gave him all his medi- cine, and did everything for him; and then he called me his good angel, and said I’d saved his life. We had two beautiful children. The Srst was a boy, and we called him Henry. He was the image of his father,— he had such beautiful eyes, such a forehead, and his hair hung all in curls around it; and he had all his father’s spirit, and his talent, too. Little Elise, he said, looked like me. He used to tell me that I was the most beautiful woman in Louisi- ana, he was so proud of me and the children. He used to love to have me dress them up, and take them and me about in an open carriage, and hear the remarks that people would make on us; and he used to Sll my ears con- stantly with the Sne things that were said in praise of me and the children. O, those were happy days! I thought I was as happy as any one could be; but then there came evil times. He had a cousin come to New Orleans, who was his par tic u lar friend,— he thought all the world of him;— but, from the Srst time I saw him, I couldn’t tell why, I dreaded him; for I felt sure he was going to bring misery on us. He got Henry to going out with him, and often he would not come home nights till two or three o’clock. I did not dare say a word; for Henry was so high- spirited, I was afraid to. He got him to the gaming- houses; and he was one of the sort that, when he once got a going there, there was no holding back. And then he introduced him to another lady, and I saw soon that his heart was gone from me. He never told me, but I saw it,— I knew it, day after day,— I felt my heart breaking, but I could not say a word! At this, the wretch offered to buy me and the children of Henry, to clear off his gambling debts, which stood in the way of his marrying as he wished;— and he sold us. He told me, one day, that he had business in the country, and should be gone two or three weeks. He spoke kinder than

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usual, and said he should come back; but it didn’t deceive me. I knew that the time had come; I was just like one turned into stone; I couldn’t speak, nor shed a tear. He kissed me and kissed the children, a good many times, and went out. I saw him get on his horse, and I watched him till he was quite out of sight; and then I fell down, and fainted.

“Then he came, the cursed wretch! he came to take possession. He told me that he had bought me and my children; and showed me the papers. I cursed him before God, and told him I’d die sooner than live with him.

“ ‘Just as you please,’ said he; ‘but, if you don’t behave reasonably, I’ll sell both the children, where you shall never see them again.’ He told me that he always had meant to have me, from the Srst time he saw me; and that he had drawn Henry on, and got him in debt, on purpose to make him willing to sell me. That he got him in love with another woman; and that I might know, after all that, that he should not give up for a few airs and tears, and things of that sort.

“I gave up, for my hands were tied. He had my children;— whenever I resisted his will anywhere, he would talk about selling them, and he made me as submissive as he desired. O, what a life it was! to live with my heart breaking, every day,— to keep on, on, on, loving, when it was only misery; and to be bound, body and soul, to one I hated. I used to love to read to Henry, to play to him, to waltz with him, and sing to him; but everything I did for this one was a perfect drag,— yet I was afraid to refuse anything. He was very imperious, and harsh to the children. Elise was a timid little thing; but Henry was bold and high- spirited, like his father, and he had never been brought under, in the least, by any one. He was always Snding fault, and quarrelling with him; and I used to live in daily fear and dread. I tried to make the child respectful;— I tried to keep them apart, for I held on to those children like death; but it did no good. He sold both those children. He took me to ride, one day, and when I came home, they were nowhere to be found! He told me he had sold them; he showed me the money, the price of their blood. Then it seemed as if all good forsook me. I raved and cursed,— cursed God and man; and, for a while, I believe, he really was afraid of me. But he didn’t give up so. He told me that my children were sold, but whether I ever saw their faces again, depended on him; and that, if I wasn’t quiet, they should smart for it. Well, you can do anything with a woman, when you’ve got her children. He made me submit; he made me be peaceable; he ^attered me with hopes that, perhaps, he would buy them back; and so things went on, a week or two. One day, I was out walking, and passed by the calaboose; I saw a crowd about the gate, and heard a child’s voice,— and suddenly my Henry broke away from two or three men who were holding him, and ran, screaming, and caught my dress. They came up to him, swearing dreadfully; and one man, whose face I shall never forget, told him that he wouldn’t get away so; that he was going with him into the calaboose, and he’d get a lesson there he’d never forget. I tried to beg and plead,— they only laughed; the poor boy screamed and looked into my face, and held on to me, until, in tearing him off, they tore the skirt of my dress half away; and they carried him in, screaming ‘Mother! mother! mother!’ There was one man stood there seemed to pity me. I offered him all the money I had, if he’d only interfere. He shook his head, and said that the man said the boy had been impudent and disobedient, ever since he bought him; that he was going to break him in, once for all. I turned

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and ran; and every step of the way, I thought that I heard him scream. I got into the house; ran, all out of breath, to the parlor, where I found Butler. I told him, and begged him to go and interfere. He only laughed, and told me the boy had got his deserts. He’d got to be broken in,— the sooner the better; ‘what did I expect?’ he asked.

“It seemed to me something in my head snapped, at that moment. I felt dizzy and furious. I remember seeing a great sharp bowie- knife on the table; I remember something about catching it, and ^ying upon him; and then all grew dark, and I didn’t know any more— not for days and days.

“When I came to myself, I was in a nice room,— but not mine. An old black woman tended me; and a doctor came to see me, and there was a great deal of care taken of me. After a while, I found that he had gone away, and left me at this house to be sold; and that’s why they took such pains with me.

“I didn’t mean to get well, and hoped I shouldn’t; but, in spite of me, the fever went off, and I grew healthy, and Snally got up. Then, they made me dress up, every day; and gentlemen used to come in and stand and smoke their cigars, and look at me, and ask questions, and debate my price. I was so gloomy and silent, that none of them wanted me. They threatened to whip me, if I wasn’t gayer, and didn’t take some pains to make myself agreeable. At length, one day, came a gentleman named Stuart. He seemed to have some feeling for me; he saw that something dreadful was on my heart, and he came to see me alone, a great many times, and Snally persuaded me to tell him. He bought me, at last, and promised to do all he could to Snd and buy back my children. He went to the hotel where my Henry was; they told him he had been sold to a planter up on Pearl river;1 that was the last that I ever heard. Then he found where my daughter was; an old woman was keeping her. He offered an im mense sum for her, but they would not sell her. Butler found out that it was for me he wanted her; and he sent me word that I should never have her. Captain Stuart was very kind to me; he had a splendid plan- tation, and took me to it. In the course of a year, I had a son born. O, that child!— how I loved it! How just like my poor Henry the little thing looked! But I had made up my mind,— yes, I had. I would never again let a child live to grow up! I took the little fellow in my arms, when he was two weeks old, and kissed him, and cried over him; and then I gave him laudanum, and held him close to my bosom, while he slept to death. How I mourned and cried over it! and who ever dreamed that it was anything but a mistake, that had made me give it the laudanum? but it’s one of the few things that I’m glad of, now. I am not sorry, to this day; he, at least, is out of pain. What better than death could I give him, poor child! After a while, the cholera came, and Cap- tain Stuart died; everybody died that wanted to live,— and I,— I, though I went down to death’s door,—I lived! Then I was sold, and passed from hand to hand, till I grew faded and wrinkled, and I had a fever; and then this wretch bought me, and brought me here,— and here I am!”

The woman stopped. She had hurried on through her story, with a wild, passionate utterance; sometimes seeming to address it to Tom, and some- times speaking as in a soliloquy. So vehement and overpowering was the force with which she spoke, that, for a season, Tom was beguiled even from the pain of his wounds, and, raising himself on one elbow, watched her as

1. River in central Mississippi.

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she paced restlessly up and down, her long black hair swaying heavily about her, as she moved.

“You tell me,” she said, after a pause, “that there is a God,— a God that looks down and sees all these things. May be it’s so. The sisters in the con- vent used to tell me of a day of judgment, when everything is coming to light;— won’t there be vengeance, then!

“They think it’s nothing, what we suffer,— nothing, what our children suffer! It’s all a small matter; yet I’ve walked the streets when it seemed as if I had misery enough in my one heart to sink the city. I’ve wished the houses would fall on me, or the stones sink under me. Yes! and, in the judgment day, I will stand up before God, a witness against those that have ruined me and my children, body and soul!

“When I was a girl, I thought I was religious; I used to love God and prayer. Now, I’m a lost soul, pursued by dev ils that torment me day and night; they keep pushing me on and on— and I’ll do it, too, some of these days!” she said, clenching her hand, while an insane light glanced in her heavy black eyes. “I’ll send him where he belongs,— a short way, too,— one of these nights, if they burn me alive for it!” A wild, long laugh, rang through the deserted room, and ended in a hysteric sob; she threw herself on the ^oor, in convul- sive sobbings and struggles.

In a few moments the frenzy St seemed to pass off; she rose slowly, and seemed to collect herself.

“Can I do anything more for you, my poor fellow?” she said, approaching where Tom lay; “shall I give you some more water?”

There was a graceful and compassionate sweetness in her voice and manner, as she said this, that formed a strange contrast with the former wildness.

Tom drank the water, and looked earnestly and pitifully into her face. “O, Missis, I wish you’d go to him that can give you living waters!” “Go to him! Where is he? Who is he?” said Cassy. “Him that you read of to me,— the Lord.” “I used to see the picture of him, over the altar, when I was a girl,” said

Cassy, her dark eyes Sxing themselves in an expression of mournful reverie; “but, he isn’t here! there’s nothing here, but sin and long, long, long despair! O!” She laid her hand on her breast and drew in her breath, as if to lift a heavy weight.

Tom looked as if he would speak again; but she cut him short, with a decided gesture.

“Don’t talk, my poor fellow. Try to sleep, if you can.” And, placing water in his reach, and making what ever little arrangements for his comfort she could, Cassy left the shed.

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chapter xl. the martyr “Deem not the just by Heaven forgot! Though life its common gifts deny,— Though, with a crushed and bleeding heart, And spurned of man, he goes to die! For God hath marked each sorrowing day, And numbered every bitter tear; And heaven’s long years of bliss shall pay For all his children suffer here.”

Bryant.2

The longest way must have its close,— the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning. An eternal, inexorable lapse of moments is ever hurrying the day of the evil to an eternal night, and the night of the just to an eternal day. We have walked with our humble friend thus far in the valley of slavery; Srst through ^owery Selds of ease and indulgence, then through heart- breaking separations from all that man holds dear. Again, we have waited with him in a sunny island, where generous hands concealed his chains with ^owers; and, lastly, we have followed him when the last ray of earthly hope went out in night, and seen how, in the blackness of earthly darkness, the Srmament of the unseen has blazed with stars of new and signiScant lustre.

The morning- star now stands over the tops of the mountains, and gales and breezes, not of earth, show that the gates of day are unclosing.

The escape of Cassy and Emmeline3 irritated the before surly temper of Legree to the last degree; and his fury, as was to be expected, fell upon the defenceless head of Tom. When he hurriedly announced the tidings among his hands, there was a sudden light in Tom’s eye, a sudden upraising of his hands, that did not escape him. He saw that he did not join the muster of the pursuers. He thought of forcing him to do it; but, having had, of old, experi- ence of his in^exibility when commanded to take part in any deed of inhu- manity, he would not, in his hurry, stop to enter into any con^ict with him.

Tom, therefore, remained behind, with a few who had learned of him to pray, and offered up prayers for the escape of the fugitives.

When Legree returned, baf^ed and disappointed, all the long- working hatred of his soul towards his slave began to gather in a deadly and desper- ate form. Had not this man braved him,— steadily, powerfully, resistlessly,— ever since he bought him? Was there not a spirit in him which, silent as it was, burned on him like the Sres of perdition?

“I hate him!” said Legree, that night, as he sat up in his bed; “I hate him! And isn’t he mine? Can’t I do what I like with him? Who’s to hinder, I won- der?” And Legree clenched his Sst, and shook it, as if he had something in his hands that he could rend in pieces.

But, then, Tom was a faithful, valuable servant; and, although Legree hated him the more for that, yet the consideration was still somewhat of a restraint to him.

The next morning, he determined to say nothing, as yet; to assemble a party, from some neighboring plantations, with dogs and guns; to sur-

2. Adapted from “Blessed Are They That Mourn” (1832) by William Cullen Bryant (1794– 1878). 3. Cassy and Emmeline hide in a garret that the superstitious Legree is afraid to enter (because he

had murdered and perhaps sexually violated a slave woman there) and eventually escape during a night when he is drunk and worrying about his imminent death.

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round the swamp, and go about the hunt systematically. If it succeeded, well and good; if not, he would summon Tom before him, and— his teeth clenched and his blood boiled—then he would break that fellow down, or— there was a dire inward whisper, to which his soul assented.

Ye say that the interest of the master is a sufScient safe- guard for the slave. In the fury of man’s mad will, he will wittingly, and with open eye, sell his own soul to the dev il to gain his ends; and will he be more careful of his neighbor’s body?

“Well,” said Cassy, the next day, from the garret, as she reconnoitered through the knot- hole, “the hunt’s going to begin again, to- day!”

Three or four mounted horse men were curvetting4 about, on the space front of the house; and one or two leashes of strange dogs were struggling with the negroes who held them, baying and barking at each other.

The men are, two of them, overseers of plantations in the vicinity; and others were some of Legree’s associates at the tavern- bar of a neighboring city, who had come for the interest of the sport. A more hard- favored set, perhaps, could not be imagined. Legree was serving brandy, profusely, round among them, as also among the negroes, who had been detailed from the various plantations for this ser vice; for it was an object to make every ser vice of this kind, among the negroes, as much of a holiday as possible.

Cassy placed her ear at the knot- hole; and, as the morning air blew directly towards the house, she could overhear a good deal of the conver- sation. A grave sneer overcast the dark, severe gravity of her face, as she listened, and heard them divide out the ground, discuss the rival merits of the dogs, give orders about Sring, and the treatment of each, in case of capture.

Cassy drew back; and, clasping her hands, looked upward, and said, “O, great Almighty God! we are all sinners; but what have we done, more than all the rest of the world, that we should be treated so?”

There was a terrible earnestness in her face and voice, as she spoke. “If it wasn’t for you, child,” she said, looking at Emmeline, “I’d go out to

them; and I’d thank any one of them that would shoot me down; for what use will freedom be to me? Can it give me back my children, or make me what I used to be?”

Emmeline, in her child- like simplicity, was half afraid of the dark moods of Cassy. She looked perplexed, but made no answer. She only took her hand, with a gentle, caressing movement.

“Don’t!” said Cassy, trying to draw it away; “you’ll get me to loving you; and I never mean to love anything, again!”

“Poor Cassy!” said Emmeline, “don’t feel so! If the Lord gives us liberty, perhaps he’ll give you back your daughter; at any rate, I’ll be like a daughter to you. I know I’ll never see my poor old mother again! I shall love you, Cassy, whether you love me or not!”

The gentle, child- like spirit conquered. Cassy sat down by her, put her arm round her neck, stroked her soft, brown hair; and Emmeline then wondered at the beauty of her magniScent eyes, now soft with tears.

“O, Em!” said Cassy, “I’ve hungered for my children, and thirsted for them, and my eyes fail with longing for them! Here! here!” she said, striking her

4. Frolicking.

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breast, “it’s all desolate, all empty! If God would give me back my children, then I could pray.”

“You must trust him, Cassy,” said Emmeline; “he is our Father!” “His wrath is upon us,” said Cassy; “he has turned away in anger.” “No, Cassy! He will be good to us! Let us hope in Him,” said Emmeline,—

“I always have had hope.”

The hunt was long, animated, and thorough, but unsuccessful; and, with grave, ironic exultation, Cassy looked down on Legree, as, weary and dispir- ited, he alighted from his horse.

“Now, Quimbo,” said Legree, as he stretched himself down in the sitting- room, “you jest go and walk that Tom up here, right away! The old cuss is at the bottom of this yer whole matter; and I’ll have it out of his old black hide, or I’ll know the reason why!”

Sambo and Quimbo,5 both, though hating each other, were joined in one mind by a no less cordial hatred of Tom. Legree had told them, at Srst, that he had bought him for a general overseer, in his absence; and this had begun an ill will, on their part, which had increased, in their debased and servile natures, as they saw him becoming obnoxious to their master’s dis plea sure. Quimbo, therefore, departed, with a will, to execute his orders.

Tom heard the message with a forewarning heart; for he knew all the plan of the fugitives’ escape, and the place of their present concealment;— he knew the deadly character of the man he had to deal with, and his despotic power. But he felt strong in God to meet death, rather than betray the helpless.

He sat his basket down by the row, and, looking up, said, “Into thy hands I commend my spirit! Thou has redeemed me, oh Lord God of truth!”6 and then quietly yielded himself to the rough, brutal grasp with which Quimbo seized him.

“Ay, ay!” said the giant, as he dragged him along; “ye’ll cotch it, now! I’ll boun’ Mas’r’s back’s up high! No sneaking out, now! Tell ye, ye’ll get it, and no mistake! See how ye’ll look, now, helpin’ Mas’r’s niggers to run away! See what ye’ll get!”

The savage words none of them reached that ear!— a higher voice there was saying, “Fear not them that kill the body, and, after that, have no more that they can do.” 7 Nerve and bone of that poor man’s body vibrated to those words, as if touched by the Snger of God; and he felt the strength of a thou- sand souls in one. As he passed along, the trees and bushes, the huts of his servitude, the whole scene of his degradation, seemed to whirl by him as the landscape by the rushing car. His soul throbbed,— his home was in sight,— and the hour of release seemed at hand.

“Well, Tom!” said Legree, walking up, and seizing him grimly by the collar of his coat, and speaking through his teeth, in a paroxysm of determined rage, “do you know I’ve made up my mind to kill you?”

“It’s very likely, Mas’r,” said Tom, calmly. “I have,” said Legree, with grim, terrible calmness, “done— just—that—

thing, Tom, unless you’ll tell me what you know about these yer gals!”

5. Slaves whom Legree had trained to be over- seers. 6. Similar to Christ’s last words on the cross:

“Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit” (Luke 23.46). 7. Christ’s words to the Apostles (Matthew 10.28).

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Tom stood silent. “D’ ye hear?” said Legree, stamping, with a roar like that of an incensed

lion. “Speak!” “I han’t got nothing to tell, Mas’r,” said Tom, with a slow, Srm, deliberate

utterance. “Do you dare to tell me, ye old black Christian, ye don’t know?” said

Legree. Tom was silent. “Speak!” thundered Legree, striking him furiously. “Do you know any-

thing?” “I know, Mas’r; but I can’t tell anything. I can die!” Legree drew in a long breath; and, suppressing his rage, took Tom by the

arm, and, approaching his face almost to his, said, in a terrible voice, “Hark’e, Tom!— ye think, ’cause I’ve let you off before, I don’t mean what I say; but, this time, I’ve made up my mind, and counted the cost. You’ve always stood it out agin’ me: now, I’ll conquer ye, or kill ye!— one or t’other. I’ll count every drop of blood there is in you, and take ’em, one by one, till ye give up!”

Tom looked up to his master, and answered, “Mas’r, if you was sick, or in trouble, or dying, and I could save ye, I’d give ye my heart’s blood; and, if tak- ing every drop of blood in this poor old body would save your precious soul, I’d give ’em freely, as the Lord gave his for me. O, Mas’r! don’t bring this great sin on your soul! It will hurt you more than ’t will me! Do the worst you can, my troubles’ll be over soon; but, if ye don’t repent, yours won’t never end!”

Like a strange snatch of heavenly music, heard in the lull of a tempest, this burst of feeling made a moment’s blank pause. Legree stood aghast, and looked at Tom; and there was such a silence, that the tick of the old clock could be heard, mea sur ing, with silent touch, the last moments of mercy and probation to that hardened heart.

It was but a moment. There was one hesitating pause,— one irresolute, relenting thrill,— and the spirit of evil came back, with seven- fold vehe- mence; and Legree, foaming with rage, smote his victim to the ground.

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear. What brother- man and brother- Christian must suffer, cannot be told us, even in our secret chamber, it so harrows up the soul! And yet, oh my country! these things are done under the shadow of thy laws! O, Christ! thy church sees them, almost in silence!

But, of old, there was One whose suffering changed an instrument of tor- ture, degradation and shame, into a symbol of glory, honor, and immortal life; and, where His spirit is, neither degrading stripes, nor blood, nor insults, can make the Christian’s last struggle less than glorious.

Was he alone, that long night, whose brave, loving spirit was bearing up, in that old shed, against buffeting and brutal stripes?

Nay! There stood by him One,— seen by him alone,—“like unto the Son of God.”8

The tempter stood by him, too,— blinded by furious, despotic will,— every moment pressing him to shun that agony by the betrayal of the innocent. But

8. Hebrews 7.3.

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9. Matthew 16.18. 1. In the subsequent chapter, George Shelby Jr. arrives at Legree’s plantation just in time to wit- ness Tom’s death; he is inspired by Tom’s Christ- like goodness to emancipate all the slaves on the Kentucky plantation. At the end of the novel,

Cassy, while taking a ship to Canada, meets George Harris and learns that Eliza is her long- lost daughter. They reunite in Canada. George and his family eventually emigrate to Africa. In New En gland, Topsy embraces Christianity and decides to become a missionary to Africa.

the brave, true heart was Srm on the Eternal Rock.9 Like his Master, he knew that, if he saved others, himself he could not save; nor could utmost extremity wring from him words, save of prayer and holy trust.

“He’s most gone, Mas’r,” said Sambo, touched, in spite of himself, by the patience of his victim.

“Pay away, till he gives up! Give it to him!— give it to him!” shouted Legree. “I’ll take every drop of blood he has, unless he confesses!”

Tom opened his eyes, and looked upon his master. “Ye poor miserable crit- ter!” he said, “there an’t no more ye can do! I forgive ye, with all my soul!” and he fainted entirely away.

“I b’lieve, my soul, he’s done for, Snally,” said Legree, stepping forward, to look at him. “Yes, he is! Well, his mouth’s shut up, at last,— that’s one comfort!”

Yes, Legree; but who shall shut up that voice in thy soul? that soul, past repentance, past prayer, past hope, in whom the Sre that never shall be quenched is already burning!

Yet Tom was not quite gone. His wondrous words and pious prayers had struck upon the hearts of the imbruted blacks, who had been the instru- ments of cruelty upon him; and, the instant Legree withdrew, they took him down, and, in their ignorance, sought to call him back to life,— as if that were any favor to him.

“Sartin, we’s been doin’ a drefful wicked thing!” said Sambo; “hopes Mas’r’ll have to ’count for it, and not we.”

They washed his wounds,— they provided a rude bed, of some refuse cot- ton, for him to lie down on; and one of them, stealing up to the house, begged a drink of brandy of Legree, pretending that he was tired, and wanted it for himself. He brought it back, and poured it down Tom’s throat.

“O, Tom!” said Quimbo, “we’s been awful wicked to ye!” “I forgive ye, with all my heart!” said Tom, faintly. “O, Tom! do tell us who is Jesus, anyhow?” said Sambo;—“Jesus, that’s

been a standin’ by you so, all this night!— Who is he?” The word roused the failing, fainting spirit. He poured forth a few ener-

getic sentences of that wondrous One,— his life, his death, his everlasting presence, and power to save.

They wept,— both the two savage men. “Why didn’t I never hear this before?” said Sambo; “but I do believe!—

can’t help it! Lord Jesus, have mercy on us!” “Poor critters!” said Tom, “I’d be willing to bar’ all I have, if it’ll only bring

ye to Christ! O, Lord! give me these two more souls, I pray!” That prayer was answered!1

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FANNY FERN (SARAH WILLIS PARTON) 1811–1872

S arah Payson Willis was born in Portland, Maine, on July 9, 1811, the Sfth of nine children of Nathaniel Willis and Hannah Parker Willis. Two sons rose to prominence— Richard Storrs Willis as a music critic and Nathaniel Parker Willis as a poet, travel writer, journalist, and in^uential editor who had no sympathy for his sister’s career efforts and, according to Sarah Willis’s accounts, tried to thwart them whenever he could. Nevertheless, under the pseudonym “Fanny Fern,” she became a newspaper columnist and novelist and for years was among the nation’s best- paid and most famous authors. A master of the ironic vignette, Fern used a light touch to explore such difScult issues as gender inequalities in marriage, divorce law, prison reform, women’s suffrage, and the struggles of the working poor. In “Writing ‘Com- positions,’ ” newly added to this edition of The Norton Anthology, she even discusses the problem of writing essays for English classes! In her most pop u lar novel, Ruth Hall: A Domestic Tale of the Present Time (1855), she addressed a number of social concerns; but, more important for the book’s success, she also offered a thinly veiled autobiographical account of her rise to prominence as a writer despite severe per- sonal hardships and the opposition (or indifference) of her family. The novel, like many other pop u lar works by women in the de cade, tapped into American traditions by applying Franklinesque and Emersonian notions of industry and self- reliance to women’s lives; the speciSc autobiographical content illuminated the challenges faced by aspiring women writers who were also wives and mothers.

Sarah Willis learned something of the literary marketplace from her father, who in 1816 founded the Boston Recorder, an early religious newspaper, and in 1827 founded the Youth’s Companion, a pop u lar periodical for children, which he edited until 1862. Both publications were shaped by Nathaniel Willis’s orthodox Calvin- ist beliefs, which his free- thinking daughter came to reject. Educated at the Adams Female Academy in Derry, New Hampshire, and from 1828 to 1831 at Catharine Beecher’s Hartford Female Seminary, Sarah Willis excelled as a student and was renowned among her peers and teachers for her skills in composition. In 1837 she married Charles Harrington Eldredge, a cashier in a Boston bank. They had three daughters in a domestic life marked by debt and tragedy; the eldest, Mary, died in 1845 at age seven, and Charles himself died of typhoid fever in 1846 at the age of thirty- Sve. Neither her own father, recently remarried, nor her in- laws were will- ing or able to support her in a house hold of her own, nor did she move in with either set, as might have been expected of a new widow. What ever the reason for this divergence from the norm, Sarah Eldredge attempted for a while to support herself and her daughters as a seamstress. In 1849, perhaps out of economic neces- sity, she married her father’s friend Samuel P. Farrington, a Boston widower with two daughters. To judge from surviving documents and from the portrayal of the character John Stahle in her novel Rose Clark (1856), she quickly found Farrington jealous, tyrannical, and repulsive. She left him after two years, a revolutionary act for which she was ostracized by her own family. Farrington spread rumors about her misbehavior, refused to offer Snancial support, and in 1853 obtained a legal divorce in Chicago on the grounds of abandonment.

In 1851, Sarah Payson Willis Eldredge Farrington, having put her older daughter in the care of the Eldredges, began efforts to support herself by writing. She pub- lished her Srst sketch, “The Model Husband,” in the June 28, 1851, issue of the

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Boston Olive Branch, earning Sfty cents for it. When she submitted sev- eral unpublished sketches to her brother Nathaniel Willis, editor of New York City’s fashionable Home Journal, he rejected them, and according to her account, also discouraged other editors from accepting her work because of its supposed vulgarity and indecency. Continuing her low- paying writing for the Olive Branch, she developed as a writer, Snding her tone (colloquial, ̂ ip- pant, ironic) and adopting a new name; as “Fanny Fern” in the Olive Branch and in the New York Musical World and Times, she became the talk of the literary world and a genuine celebrity who was able to negotiate ever more favorable contracts. In 1853 she col- lected her columns in Fern Leaves from Fanny’s Port- Folio, which sold approx- imately a hundred thousand copies, an astonishing number for that time. Later that year, she moved to New York City and published the equally successful children’s text Little Ferns for Fanny’s Little Friends (1853) and then a sequel to her Srst volume, Fern Leaves from Fanny’s Port- Folio. Second Series (1854).

Fern published her Srst novel, Ruth Hall, in 1855, with a prepublication release in December 1854. It became a sensation, mainly because of its hostile depictions of the heroine’s family, whose names were known to many readers (its portrait of her editor brother, Nathaniel Willis, was satiric in the extreme). In addition Ruth Hall depicted a new sort of enterprising heroine, struggling for opportunities in a society whose laws gave husbands control of their wives’ property. The feminist reformer Elizabeth Cady Stanton, for instance, praised Fern in print for showing that a woman can “work out her own destiny unaided and alone.” Though some reviewers criticized Fern for embarrassing her family— the reviewer for the New York Times spoke for many in wondering how “a delicate, suffering woman can hunt down even her perse- cutors so remorselessly”— the negative publicity did not hurt sales; indeed, by calling attention to the novel’s autobiographical elements, such publicity made readers all the more eager to purchase the book.

On the strength of her fame, in 1855 Robert Bonner, editor of the weekly New York Ledger, made Fern an unpre ce dented offer, inviting her to write a weekly column at $100 per column (a Sgure comparable to $2,000 in today’s value). Her popularity was such that Bonner prospered under these terms, seeing the circulation of the Ledger— approximately a hundred thousand at the time Fern signed on— reach four hundred thousand by 1860, a large number for a journal even today. Like other forms of news- print, each bought copy of the Ledger had several readers. In short, Fern had an enormous readership.

In 1856, at the height of her success, she married the journalist and biographer James Parton (1822– 1891), soon to become famous for his 1859–60 multivolume biography of Andrew Jackson. (That Parton was more than a de cade her ju nior was rightly perceived as a bold statement of Fern’s politics of sexuality; in a similarly bold move, she insisted that Parton sign a prenuptial agreement disclaiming any rights to her income from writing.) Fern’s second novel, Rose Clark, based in part on her disas- trous second mar