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The scarlet letter / Nathaniel Hawthorne ; edited with notes by Brian Harding ; with a
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1. Boston (Mass.)—History—Colonial period, ca. 1600–1775—Fiction. 2. Triangles
(Interpersonal relations)—Fiction. 3. Illegitimate children—Fiction. 4. Women
immigrants—Fiction. 5. Married women—Fiction. 6. Puritans—Fiction. 7. Adultery—
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CONTENTS
Abbreviations viii
Introduction ix
Note on the Text xxxiii
Select Bibliography xxxiv
A Chronology of Nathaniel Hawthorne xli
AL American Literature
ALH American Literary History
AQ American Quarterly
ATQ American Transcendental Quarterly
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INTRODUCTION
1 See chapter 1 of Tompkins, Sensational Designs: The Cultural Work of American Fiction,
1790–1860 (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1985), 3–39 and Richard H. Brodhead, The
School of Hawthorne (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1986).
2 Arthur Cleveland Coxe, ‘The Writings of Hawthorne’, Church Review (January 1851),
iii. 489–511; cited in J. Donald Crowley (ed.), Hawthorne: The Critical Heritage (London:
Routledge, 1970), 182.
3 Crowley (ed.), Hawthorne: The Critical Heritage, 167.
Introduction xiii
first five years, and only 2,965 in its first twenty’, Hawthorne’s num-
bers look pretty good.4 Yet relative to ‘that damned mob of scribbling
women’, an infamous appellation he bestowed upon the likes of
Maria Cummins, Susan Warner, and many, many other financially suc-
cessful women writers in an 1855 letter to his publisher, William Ticknor,
Hawthorne was a failure. The first month of sales for Cummings’s sen-
timental novel The Lamplighter (1854), an especial target of Hawthorne’s
venom (and envy), was 40,000 copies, and by the year’s end another
60,000 had been sold. Another case is Mary Jane Holmes, who accord-
ing to historian Mary Kelley was ‘next to Harriet Beecher Stowe
probably the biggest money-maker of the domestics’ and sold ‘more
than two million copies of her books’.5 It is no wonder that Hawthorne
lamented the disconnection between laudatory reviews of The Scarlet
Letter and lethargic sales figures.
Yet anyone familiar with that mob of scribblers would immedi-
ately recognize themes in Hawthorne’s novel that easily place him in
that company of women’s fiction.6 The most significant overlap is the
representation of family bonds gone awry, particularly Dimmesdale,
the father who refuses to recognize his biological child. Holmes’s Lena
Rivers (1856) or E. D. E. N. Southworth’s Ishmael, or in the Depths
(1863) may not ring many bells today (even though they were extremely
popular in the nineteenth century), but the fact is that, like them, and
even like the despised Lamplighter, The Scarlet Letter is about a weak
father (never mind that he is a respected minister) who withholds his
paternal identity, leaving the child in a no man’s land of undisciplined
subjectivity (and legally defined bastardy) and the mother in a spatial
and, of greater concern to Hawthorne, ethical wilderness. Having
broken the law of marital fidelity, Hester breaks an even more impor-
tant law—the affective framework of domestic relations. She refuses
to name Dimmesdale as the biological father and thereby denies
Pearl not only her rightful name, but the emotional rights she can
4
Matthew J. Bruccoli (ed.), The Profession of Authorship in America, 1800–1870: The
Papers of William Charvat (Columbus: Ohio State University Press, 1968), 241.
5
Mary Kelley, Private Woman, Public Stage: Literary Domesticity in Nineteenth-Century
America (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1984), 24.
6 On the connections between Hawthorne and writers of sentimental fiction, see
Lora Romero, Home Fronts: Domesticity and its Critics in the Antebellum United States
(Durham NC: Duke Universtiy Press, 1997) who maintains that Hawthorne’s ‘estrange-
ment from the domestic’ (p. 97) fuelled his cultivation of ambiguity, irony (in short, his
modernist sensibility), which then helped buttress his canonical status.
xiv Introduction
only acquire through her membership in a recognizable bourgeois
family which would be defined in terms of her consanguineous relation
to her mother and father.7
That Hawthorne was writing The Scarlet Letter out of an intimate
knowledge of unconventional family relations is undeniable. At the age
of 3, he lost his own seafaring father to a case of yellow fever, which he
had contracted in Surinam, also known as Dutch Guiana, and there-
after lived with his mother and sisters in the home of his Uncle Robert
Manning for whom he did not have much affection. He was, however,
extremely close to his mother about whom he famously wrote, ‘why
was I not a girl that I might have been pinned all my life to my Mother’s
apron?’8 Within a year of her death Hawthorne had finished the novel,
which has a powerful mother at its centre. And a little baby, Pearl.
Hawthorne and his wife Sophia had a little girl, too, named Una, who
literary critics, most recently T. Walter Herbert, have argued is the
model for the ‘freakish, elfish’ (p. 77) Pearl.
His marriage to Sophia, moreover, catapulted Hawthorne into a
family whose preoccupation was family reform. Hawthorne’s sister-
in-law Elizabeth Palmer Peabody, for example, was an intellectual
activist who hosted and participated in lectures by leading feminist
Margaret Fuller, opened a bookstore that specialized in foreign texts,
and along with transcendentalist Bronson Alcott (father of Louisa May)
founded the Temple School in Boston. His other sister-in-law, Mary
Peabody Mann, wrote an important treatise on childhood develop-
ment, The Moral Culture of Infancy (1864), and married Horace Mann,
the driving force behind the making of a national public school
system. To the dismay of both Hawthorne’s sister Elizabeth and the
other Peabody family members intent on reforming childhood educa-
tion, Sophia would not permit Una to learn how to read until she was
7 years old. Although Pearl’s ‘aspect [is] imbued with a spell of infinite
7
It is interesting to note that ‘The Massachusetts magistracy’ (p. 51) is relatively
lenient on Hester considering the seriousness of adultery, for which ‘the penalty thereof
is death’ (p. 51). She is not punished by death because the magistrates, presumably like
Hester, assume that it ‘is most likely [that] her husband may be at the bottom of the sea’
(p. 51). On Puritan adultery law, see George Lee Haskins, Law and Authority in Early
Massachusetts: A Study in Tradition and Design (New York: Macmillan, 1960). On adultery
law in the nineteenth century, see Hendrik Hartog, Man & Wife in America: A History
(Cambridge, Mass: Harvard University Press, 2000).
8 Nathaniel Hawthorne to Elizabeth Clarke Hawthorne, 7 March 1820, Nathaniel
Hawthorne, The Letters, 1813–1843, ed. Thomas Woodson, L. Neal Smith, and Norman
Holmes Pearson (Columbus: Ohio State University Press, 1985).
Introduction xv
variety’ (p. 72), Mary Peabody Mann had warned that parents cannot
provide their children with the ‘variety of views’ necessary to a full
education and a healthy mentality. Una’s psychological troubles and
early death at the age of 33 would indicate that Mary was correct, and
Hawthorne’s description that ‘[Pearl’s] nature appeared to possess
depth [but] lacked reference and adaptation to the world into which
she was born’ (p. 72) suggests that he agrees.9
To be sure, critics have emphasized how the novel and its primary
symbol catapult readers into a world of multiplicity and depth, where
The Scarlet Letter/the scarlet letter refers to Puritan discipline, to aes-
thetic production, to Hawthorne’s career, to female abjection, to the
process of interpretation itself. However, one might also say that the
‘cultural work’, to invoke Tompkins’s useful term, of Hawthorne’s
novel, like so many sentimental novels, is more targeted in its effort
to get Pearl’s references right, thereby helping her to adapt. It is not
the case, we should remember, that Pearl doesn’t have a frame of ref-
erence or, more accurately, many frames. The problem is that they are
not human: ‘the unlikeliest materials, a stick, a bunch of rags, a flower,
were the puppets of Pearl’s witchcraft, and, without undergoing any
outward change, became spiritually adapted to whatever drama occu-
pied the stage of her inner world’ (p. 75). The objects in this list are
strange, multiple, highly specific, and most importantly, inanimate.
They capture the incoherence of Pearl’s childhood world at the same
time as they become reference points for ‘her inner world’, thereby
establishing a sense of coherence. But only for her and, as such, they
need to be fixed. Specifically, what needs to happen is that her refer-
ences or, more precisely, her primary references must become human
in order for her to be recognizably human.
The problem, though, is that each of the adults in the novel is, in
some way or another, obstructing the process of Pearl’s human, rather
than spiritual, adaptation. Most obviously, Dimmesdale’s unwilling-
ness to claim Pearl as his daughter has the effect of dehumanizing her
so that in a catechism scene that interestingly foreshadows Topsy’s
catechism in Harriet Beecher Stowe’s Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Pearl answers
the question ‘who made thee’ (p. 87) by ‘announc[ing] that she had
9 For discussions of Una’s life and the central role she played in Hawthorne’s construc-
tion of Pearl, see Brenda Wineapple, Hawthorne: A Life (New York: Random House,
2003) and T. Walter Herbert, Dearest Beloved: The Hawthornes and the Making of the
Middle-Class Family (Berkeley and Los Angeles: University of California Press, 1993).
xvi Introduction
not been made at all, but had been plucked by her mother off the bush
of wild roses that grew by the prison-door’ (p. 88). That she responds
in this fashion, moreover, points to Hester’s role in Pearl’s untamed,
because non-human, referentiality, which is one of the main reasons
the Puritan elders threaten to take the child away from the mother.
The narrator seems never to tire of pointing out that Hester takes
Pearl to be ‘the scarlet letter endowed with life’ (p. 80). And not
only that but that Hester has ‘carefully wrought out the similitude’
(p. 80). Hester, albeit unintentionally, dehumanizes Pearl as well, not
only by ‘creat[ing] an analogy between the object of her affection, and
the emblem of her guilt and torture’ (p. 80), but also by protecting
Dimmesdale. The consequences of Hester turning Pearl into a sign,
of relinquishing the child’s membership in a biological family, are
grave. The child as sign, paradoxically, becomes incapable of signifying
the one thing that is demanded of her: the identity of both parents.
When Mr Wilson, the Puritan pastor who listens to Dimmesdale’s plea
on behalf of Hester, in ‘The Elf-Child and the Minister’, contends
that ‘every good Christian Man hath a title to show a father’s kind-
ness towards the poor, deserted babe’ (p. 91), the fact is that ‘a
father’s kindness’, especially if it looks like Dimmesdale’s, is woefully
insufficient.
The case of Chillingworth is more interesting and complex than
one might think, given the odd fact that there is virtually nothing in
the novel about Pearl’s relationship to him and yet Chillingworth
includes Pearl in his decision to remain in New England. He states,
‘I find here a woman, a man, a child, amongst whom and myself there
exist the closest ligaments’ (p. 61). As Hester’s legal husband and
according to the laws of coverture, which hold that marriage requires
a woman to give up all that is hers to her husband, he is correct to say
as he does in ‘The Interview’ that ‘thou and thine . . . belong to me’
(p. 61).10 It is also worth remembering that Pearl’s last name is Prynne,
which is, of course, Chillingworth’s real last name before changing it
so that ‘there are none in this land that know me’ (p. 61). In other
words, Pearl is Dimmesdale’s, but she is also Chillingworth’s, and, of
course, Hester’s, who ‘has a mother’s rights’ (p. 89).11 But even
10 The place of the law in The Scarlet Letter has been interestingly analysed by a
number of critics, including Laura Hanft Korobkin, ‘The Scarlet Letter of the Law:
Hawthorne and Criminal Justice’, Novel (Winter 1997), 193–217.
11 Brook Thomas makes this point in ‘Citizen Hester: The Scarlet Letter as Civic
slave narratives, see Cindy Weinstein, Family, Kinship, and Sympathy in Nineteenth-
Century American Literature (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2004). Also see
Bethany Reid, who takes up the issues of family and the importance of Chillingworth in
‘Narrative of the Captivity and Redemption of Roger Prynne: Rereading The Scarlet
Letter’, Studies in the Novel, 33 (Fall 2001), 247–67. For more on this topic, see works
by Brown, Sanchez-Eppler, and Ragussis in the Select Bibliography.
xviii Introduction
legal disposition, Chillingworth, perhaps the unlikeliest of charac-
ters, makes Pearl fully human. His will does not come out and name
Pearl as Pearl Prynne, but the effect of it is to do just that.
13
On Hawthorne and the romance, see Chase, Bell, and Porte.
xx Introduction
and traditionary’ is to imply a significance about the scaffold that
exceeds its place in history and tradition. This is, indeed, the case
because for Hester ‘the scaffold of the pillory’ (p. 47) becomes a ‘point
of view’ (p. 47) from which Hester (and Hawthorne) is able to con-
struct a narrative of her origins in ‘Old England’ up to her present
ordeal in ‘the rude market-place of the Puritan settlement’ (p. 48).
In a novel preoccupied with point of view, such a description,
especially one so careful to make clear that the point of view is neither
the scaffold nor the pillory but rather ‘the scaffold of the pillory’,
gives one pause. A scaffold in 1642 would have been used only for
public execution. A pillory was punishment by exposure, and some-
times included physical pain, though not, as the narrator writes, in
Hester’s case. Larry S. Reynolds has painstakingly analysed the allu-
siveness of Hawthorne’s historical layering of the Puritan Revolution
(the beheading of King Charles), the French Revolution of 1789, and
the February 1848 Revolution in order to demonstrate how the set-
ting of the scaffold ‘links the narrator of “The Custom-House”
sketch with the two main characters in the romance proper, and it
raises their common predicaments above the plane of the personal
into the helix of history’.14 The narrator, however, seems to have
another definition of a scaffold in mind, when he refines what ‘sort
of ’ scaffold it is: ‘it was, in short, the platform of the pillory; and
above it rose the framework of that instrument of discipline, so fash-
ioned as to confine the human head in its tight grasp, and thus hold
it up to the public gaze’ (p. 46). Thus, the platform upon which
Hester stands provides her with a point of view, though it is interest-
ing to note that the view is not necessarily hers. That she imagines a
competing narrative is the subject of Chapter 13, ‘Another View of
Hester’. Upon the platform, she reads in the public gaze their puni-
tive narrative of her life that has led up to this moment of ignominy.
When Dimmesdale ascends this same structure in Chapter XII,
‘The Minister’s Vigil’, in an attempt to replicate Hester’s punish-
ment, the narrator refuses to let him get away with what is described
as ‘this vain show of expiation’ (p. 117). Materially speaking, he can
walk up to the same place as Hester and assume the same physical
position upon the structure, but the framework, that is the ideology,
of that disciplinary structure is missing. Without the ‘public view’
14
Larry J. Reynolds, ‘The Scarlet Letter and Revolutions Abroad’, American Literature,
57.1 (March 1985), 44–67.
Introduction xxi
(p. 119), which the narrator earlier explained as the most torturous
aspect of Hester’s ordeal, Dimmesdale’s repetition is one that makes
no difference. It is only in the final scene when ‘the gaze of the horror-
stricken multitude’ witnesses Dimmedale ‘tear[ing] away the minis-
terial band from before his breast’ and, presumably, seeing ‘his own red
stigma’ (p. 198) that the narrator’s attitude towards Dimmesdale soft-
ens, characterizing him, interestingly, in harder, more conventionally
masculine terms. Whereas earlier Dimmesdale’s spirit is ‘so shat-
tered and subdued, that it could hardly hold itself erect’ (p. 154),
this later chapter finds him ‘[fighting] back the bodily weakness’ and
speaking ‘with a kind of fierceness’ (p. 198).
Hester’s point of view is, however, not just a function of spatial
location, but of gender too. Dimmesdale’s attempt to simulate
Hester’s experience is mocked by the narrator, but he seems unaware
of the fact that he, too, will not be able to occupy the experience of
Hester’s point of view. Significantly, what accompanies this more
masculinized Dimmesdale is a rebuke of Hester’s radical assertion, in
the chapter ‘The Pastor and his Parishioner’, that their love ‘had a
consecration of its own’ (p. 152). That Hester’s femininity has been
compromised is evident as she, the parishioner, ‘instinctively exer-
cise[s] a magnetic power’ (p. 154) over the pastor, and not the other
way around. In the final scene at the scaffold when Dimmesdale,
though in the third person, acknowledges his bonds with Hester and
Pearl, he also stabilizes the gender hierarchy that Hester’s actions in
the forest and revolutionary ideas in the domestic space had tried to
upset. Because ‘the world’s law was no law for her mind’ and ‘a
freedom of speculation’ had led her to imagine a redefinition of
gender relations, which the narrator says ‘would have [been] held
to be a deadlier crime than that stigmatized by the scarlet letter’
(p. 129), the narrator presents Dimmesdale’s rejection of her plan of
escape as a good and necessary thing.15
15
The question of Hawthorne’s attitude toward feminism has been a key issue for read-
ings of The Scarlet Letter, as well as Hawthorne’s entire oeuvre. Nina Baym’s work has been
essential in making the case for Hawthorne as a feminist (see The Shape of Hawthorne’s Career
(Ithaca NY: Cornell University Press, 1976)). For a more contemporary restatement of this
position, as well as an account of arguments against her reading, see ‘Revisiting Hawthorne’s
Feminism’, in Millicent Bell (ed.), Hawthorne and the Real: Bicentennial Essays (Columbus:
Ohio State University Press, 2005), 107–24. Berlant and Pfister challenge Hawthorne’s fem-
inist credentials, whereas Herbert and Easton argue that Hawthorne’s mixed messages about
feminism actually say more about his dissatisfaction with conventional masculine roles.
xxii Introduction
Thus, it is also the case that the representation of Hester (and
Dimmesdale) on the platform provides the narrator with a point of
view, which is another reason why this site has such a significant
structural role in the novel. His is a point of view, for example, that
though deeply invested in and learned about Puritan history does
not always correspond with fact. The use of the term scaffold is just
one example. Others, about which Colacurcio has written so exten-
sively, include the purposeful designation of Bellingham as governor
when he was not only not governor but in a lot of trouble with
Winthrop, who was governor. At the time, Winthrop was challeng-
ing Bellingham’s attempt to marry a woman without following the
rules of Puritan law and was unsuccessfully trying to put Bellingham
on trial; the latter refused to leave the bench long enough for some-
one to adjudicate the case. Or there is the fact that William Prynne,
a Puritan who attacked the regime of Charles I for its religious
indiscretions, was branded on both cheeks with an ‘S’ and an ‘L’
to signify seditious libel. The narrator cherry picks and inaccurately
incorporates names and events from the Puritan past, the effect of
which is to construct a tale that rereads the past by wilfully chang-
ing it. Making Bellingham the governor, though historically incor-
rect, nevertheless makes the correct point about Puritan hypocrisy.
Similarly, even though the historical William Prynne becomes a
woman in the novel, the fact of Puritan intolerance remains. The
positions, the places, even the gender might change, but these seem-
ingly indisputable facts appear to be less important as indicators
of what the past was really like to Hawthorne than the deliberate
cruelty and intolerance of the Puritan way of life. Hawthorne’s genre
of choice—the historical novel—is, like Hester’s aestheticization of
the letter, ultimately transgressive. It is constituted out of the pur-
poseful confounding of fact and fiction, of historical personages serv-
ing the purposes of fictional characters and fictional characters
serving the purposes of their author.
Such transgressions give the narrator access to a historical past
that remains hidden if one only reads history for dates and names.
Throughout ‘The Custom-House’ and the novel that follows, espe-
cially its opening scenes, temporal frames are overlaid, one upon
another, disclosing the multiple meanings that objects and subjects
contain. Of course, this description is a fitting one for the scarlet
letter, cloth and text, as author and character overlap and merge into
Introduction xxiii
one another.16 The similarities between them are many. Like Hester,
Hawthorne finds himself subject to the ignominy of Puritan judges,
who are also his blood ancestors, and imagines them ridiculing him
as ‘a writer of story-books’ (p. 10). Like Hester’s entrance into the
market-place, Hawthorne is extraordinarily pained and self-conscious
about entering the literary market, and he tries to escape through irony,
humour, self-deprecation, and remembrance. Like Hester’s ‘preternat-
urally active’ mind and memory, which ‘kept bringing up other scenes’
(p. 47), Hawthorne’s imagination similarly takes flight in order to avoid
the critical gaze of his forefathers. He takes cover, in fact, by falsely pre-
senting himself in his ‘true position as editor’ (p. 6) of Surveyor Pue’s
papers. And like Hester, Hawthorne discovers ‘a view’ in the ‘spacious
edifice of brick’ (p. 6) that is the Custom-House.
Losing his position in the Custom-House, a consequence of his
allegiance to the Democratic Party which, therefore, puts him on the
losing side when Zachary Taylor’s Whig Party wins the presidency,
is the condition for Hawthorne’s writing of ‘The Custom-House’.
As Michael Gilmore observes, ‘it must be among the oddest intro-
ductions on record to a major work of art, a narrative of the author’s
failure to compose the very text we are holding in our hands’.17
Nevertheless, it is in ‘The Custom-House’ that Hawthorne creates
the fiction of Hester Prynne and the letter. If his ‘imagination was a
tarnished mirror’ (p. 29) while working as a political flunkey, he pol-
ishes it in the process of composing The Scarlet Letter. The result is
that through Hester’s story, Hawthorne produces an alternative narra-
tive, his ‘second story’ (p. 24), in which he matches his scorn against his
forefathers, who, without mercy, hanged alleged witches and persecuted
innocent Quakers for a living, against their scorn for him. Unwilling
to accept their judgement of himself as an ‘idler’ and ‘fiddler’ (p. 10),
Hawthorne fires back by writing a novel that would make him as famous,
though not as feared, as they.
16
Hester is not the only character with whom Hawthorne identifies. Dimmesdale’s
powerful oratory, for example, is not unlike Hawthorne’s in that both men traffic in the
multiple meanings of words. See Michael T. Gilmore, American Romanticism and the
Marketplace (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1982). Chillingworth, too, in his
scientific enquiry into Dimmesdale’s character embodies Hawthorne’s worries about
how his representation, especially his fondness for allegory, takes the warmth out of his
fictional creations.
17 Michael T. Gilmore, ‘Hawthorne and Politics (Again)’, in M. Bell (ed.), Hawthorne
and the Real: Bicentennial Essays (Columbus: State University of Ohio Press, 2005), 29.
xxiv Introduction
1879), 90.
22 Ibid. 194.
xxvi Introduction
there was some deep meaning in it, most worthy of interpretation,
and which, as it were, streamed forth from the mystic symbol, subtly
communicating itself to my sensibilities, but evading the analysis of my
mind’ (p. 27). What he finds so mesmerizing about the letter, then, is its
capacity to mean. It represents the possibility of linguistic infinitude.
There is a fluidity and subtlety about the ‘mystic symbol’ that
rejects simplicity and stasis. It is also important to note that its abil-
ity to mean, or to signify, is not at all the equivalent of its meaning.
Hester accepts neither the changing status of the letter’s meaning
(basically she doesn’t care if, to the community, the letter means
Able), nor the related point that the value of the letter lies in its sig-
nifying potential. She is willing to apply these principles of signify-
ing excess to Pearl, but, as we have seen, the pleasures of multiplicity
when conducted in the realm of domestic relations lead not to infinite
interpretation but to incoherence. By contrast, when it comes to the
letter, no matter how beautifully adorned, Hester takes it to mean
adultery and therefore always alluding to her sin, punishment, and
difference from the community.
The signifying status of language is of great interest not only to
Hawthorne, but also to the generation of writers and thinkers of his
time, including, of course, Emerson, Thoreau, Melville, and Fuller, as
well as Coleridge, Carlyle, and Wordsworth, their influential romantic
counterparts on the other side of the Atlantic. The ‘A’ is obviously
the most powerful manifestation of this interpretative potential, but
we can also see it at work throughout the Custom-House sketch; in
fact, Hawthorne’s distinct narrative style is a crystallization of this
potential. His description of Salem is a case in point. He writes,
‘This old town of Salem—my native place, though I have dwelt
much away from it, both in boyhood and maturer years—possesses,
or did possess, a hold on my affections’ (p. 9). One wonders, is it the
present or the past? Does Salem still possess this hold or did it once
upon a time? Another, more developed example occurs later, while
the narrator is rummaging around the second story. He remarks
upon ‘worthless scratchings of the pen’ (p. 25), a description he
immediately takes back (sort of) with the following: ‘Yet not alto-
gether worthless, perhaps, as materials of local history’ (p. 25). Are
they worthless or not? If they are not “altogether worthless”, then
why the perhaps? After this alleged clarification, he adds in a similar
vein of give and take back, ‘Here, no doubt, statistics of the former
Introduction xxvii
commerce of Salem might be discovered’ (p. 25). If there is ‘no doubt’,
then why the word ‘might’? The narrator of ‘The Custom-House’ is
also the narrator of The Scarlet Letter, and so it should come as no sur-
prise when the narrator finds himself changing his mind about Hester as
the subject of her inability to accept the mutability of the letter comes up
in the key chapter ‘Another View of Hester’.
Exactly how the introductory sketch relates to The Scarlet Letter has
been the focus of extensive analysis. Kenneth Dauber suggests that
‘The Custom-House’ ‘reclaims The Scarlet Letter for Hawthorne
himself . . . [It] is Hawthorne’s assertion that the form of The Scarlet
Letter is his own form as well.’23 Such a reclamation, Dauber con-
tends, was in response to Fields’s decision not to do what Hawthorne
proposed. Hawthorne wanted to fold in The Scarlet Letter with other
short stories, including ‘Main-Street’, a reference to which still remains
in ‘The Custom-House’. Fields was right. It may not have been
Hawthorne’s original intention for us to read the particular text that we
call The Scarlet Letter on its own, but he did want ‘The Custom-House’
to serve as its introduction. And given the narrator’s penchant for lan-
guage that exists in a state of suspension (like the romance which exists
in an ‘in-between’ space where ‘the Actual and the Imaginary may
meet’, p. 30), it is only a matter of time until he validates the Puritan’s
capacity to transform the meaning of the ‘A’ from Adultery to ‘Abel’
(p. 127) and even ‘Angel’ (p. 124) and critiques Hester’s inability to go
along for the interpretative ride.
In resisting the hermeneutic seductions of ‘the mystic symbol’
(p. 27), other critics have suggested that Hester ultimately becomes
an antagonist to the narrator’s raison d’être, as he aligns himself with
the ‘many people [who] refused to interpret the scarlet A by its orig-
inal signification’ (p. 127). Unlike the narrator who presents the
reader with a variety of possible explanations for events, what Sacvan
Bercovitch describes as Hawthorne’s ‘device of multiple choice’,
how the introductory sketch relates to The Scarlet Letter has been the subject of exten-
sive analysis. In an important essay delineating the place of class in the novel, Michael
T. Gilmore maintains that the ‘formal separation into preface and narrative operates to
exhibit and to dissolve the structures of middle-class existence’, especially the
dichotomy of public and private (‘Hawthorne and the Making of the Middle Class’, in
Wai Chee Dimock and Michael T. Gilmore (eds.), Rethinking Class: Literary Studies and
Social Formations (New York: Columbia Univeristy Press, 1994, 230). Also see Millington
and Dauber.
xxviii Introduction
Hester makes choices.24 In ‘Another View of Hester’, we are told that
in concealing Chillingworth’s identity from Dimmesdale ‘she had made
her choice, and had chosen, as it now appeared, the more wretched alter-
native of the two’ (p. 131). In ‘The Pastor and his Parishioner’, the nar-
rator again states, ‘Hester felt that the sacrifice of the clergyman’s good
name, and death itself . . . would have been infinitely preferable to the
alternative which she had taken upon herself to choose’ (p. 151). One
wonders why all of the choices are Hester’s, and why her choice not to
tell Dimmesdale about Chillingworth is viewed as more devastating
to Dimmesdale than his choice not to disclose his paternal identity,
which makes him the perfect victim for Chillingworth’s psychic
depredations.
Literary critics have been split on how to read Hawthorne’s
attitude towards Hester and, more broadly, the feminist implications
(or lack thereof) of the novel. His relationship with Fuller, one of the
leading feminists of the day, and Hester’s nineteenth-century proto-
type, would lay the groundwork for an interpretation that views
Hester’s feminism unsympathetically. Jonathan Arac contends, ‘only
to the extent that the ideal Hester exists can Hawthorne be consid-
ered a fundamentally subversive writer’.25 Robert S. Levine, however,
considers antebellum feminist responses to The Scarlet Letter, includ-
ing those of Grace Greenwood, Charlotte Forten, and Jane Swisshelm,
which help make the case that The Scarlet Letter is a profoundly femi-
nist text, even if Hawthorne had intended a different message. In an
illuminating review that Levine argues is central to understanding the
gender politics of the novel, Swisshelm claims, ‘If Hawthorne really
wants to teach the lesson ostensibly written on the pages of his book, he
had better try again. For our part if we knew there was such another
woman as Hester Prynne in Boston now, we should travel all the way
24 The Office of the Scarlet Letter (Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 1991),
21. Whereas Bercovitch (and others, as we shall see) reads this cultivation of ambiguity
as the hallmark of liberalism, and therefore a kind of coercion dressed up as free choice,
other critics celebrate the ambiguity for its aesthetic distinctiveness and excellence. On
the latter approach, see F. O. Matthiessen, The American Renaissance: Art and Expression
in the Age of Emerson and Whitman (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1941), Charles
Feidelson, ‘The Scarlet Letter’, in Roy Harvey Pearce (ed.), Hawthorne Centenary Essays
(Columbus: Ohio State University Press, 1964), 31–77. For more recent discussions of
Hawthorne’s aesthetic practice, see Bell and Van Leer.
25 Jonathan Arac, ‘The Politics of The Scarlet Letter’, in Sacvan Bercovitch and Myra
Jehlen (eds.), Ideology and Classic American Literature (Cambridge: Cambridge University
Press, 1986), 259.
Introduction xxix
there to pay our respects, while the honorable characters of the book are
such poor affairs it would scarce be worth while throwing a mud-ball at
the best of them.’26 In addition, she applauds Hester’s choices, in
essence arguing that Hawthorne has put her in an untenable situation:
‘What one instinctively blames her for is, that she did not save her poor
imbecile lover from the insane persecutions of the old sinner who was
putting him to death by slow tortures. She should have protected
Dimmesdale as well as kept his secret.’27 The grandeur of her char-
acter resides in the impossible choices she has made.
As we have seen, the narrator prefers not to make choices or, more
precisely, narrates the possible outcomes of the choices one might make,
which links him to Dimmesdale, ‘this feeble and most sensitive of spir-
its [who] could do neither, yet continually did one thing or another’
(pp. 116–17), more than to Hester. For example, in ‘The Minister’s
Vigil’, the narrator writes, in reference to Dimmesdale seeing ‘the letter
A’ in the sky while on the scaffold with Hester and Pearl, ‘We impute it,
therefore, solely to the disease in his own eye and heart, that the minis-
ter, looking upward to the zenith, beheld there the appearance of an
immense letter’ (p. 122). The narrator has made a choice. Dimmesdale
sees the letter because he is diseased. The chapter concludes, however,
with the sexton, who has recovered Dimmesdale’s glove, asking the
minister, ‘did your reverence hear of the portent that was seen last night?
A great red letter in the sky,—the letter A,—which we interpret to
stand for Angel’ (p. 124), in honour of Winthrop’s death.28 Seen by
whom? And how many? If other people have seen the letter, do they all
suffer from Dimmesdale’s ‘disease’? Perhaps this is the case; after all,
the narrator reminds us that ‘nothing was more common, in those
days, than to interpret all meteoric appearances, and other natural
26
Jane Swisshelm, review in Saturday Visiter, 28 Septermber 1850; reprinted in
Leland Person (ed.), The Scarlet Letter and Other Writings (New York: Norton, 2005), 274.
27 Person (ed.), The Scarlet Letter, 274.
28
The full text reads, ‘For, as our good Governor Winthrop was made an angel this
past night’ (p. 124). It is significant because this gives us the dates of the novel, 1642–9,
and calls attention to the strategic ruse of making Bellingham governor. See Charles Ryskamp,
‘The New England Sources of The Scarlet Letter’, in American Literature, 31 (1959), 257–72.
On the importance of Winthrop in the text, see Michael Colacurcio, ‘The Woman’s Own
Choice’, in New Essays on ‘The Scarlet Letter’ (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1985),
101–35, Kristin Boudreau, From Sympathy in American Literature: American Sentiments from
Jefferson to the Jameses (Gainesville: University Press of Florida, 2002), esp. 49–82,
Lauren and Berlant, The Anatomy of National Fantasy (Chicago: Chicago University
Press, 1991).
xxx Introduction
phenomena, that occurred with less regularity than the rise and set
of sun and moon, as so many revelations from a supernatural source’
(pp. 121–2). What seems like the point of the passage—Dimmesdale
sees the letter and this is so because he is a monomaniac and sees the
letter ‘A’ everywhere—becomes complicated by the fact that at least
one other person has seen the letter, which would appear to support
the claim that there was, indeed, a letter in the sky. However, the
narrator also suggests that the Puritans are not unlike Dimmesdale
and, like him, have a monomaniacal tendency to interpret phenomena
as applicable to themselves, which would appear to support the claim
that there was not, indeed, a letter in the sky. The distinction between
letter and no letter breaks down, as does the distinction between
Dimmesdale’s state of mind and everyone else’s. Maybe they are all
‘diseased’ and there is a letter. Maybe they are all ‘diseased’ and there
isn’t a letter. Maybe they are not all ‘diseased’ and there is a letter.
Maybe they are not all ‘diseased’ and there is no letter.
29
Bercovitch, The Office of The Scarlet Letter, 31.
Introduction xxxi
the Compromise was the Fugitive Slave Law, which required the
north to cooperate with the south by returning escaped slaves. Not
to cooperate was to break the law. It was this that prompted Stowe to
write Uncle Tom’s Cabin. What does Hawthorne have to say about all
of this in The Scarlet Letter? How can one of the most canonical texts
not have anything to say about the subject that was tearing the coun-
try apart?30 What if his narrative technique is representing a less than
satisfying position about slavery?
Using Hawthorne’s biography of Franklin Pierce, published only
two years after The Scarlet Letter, Arac maintains that the novel’s
predilection for a ‘tension between motion and regulation’31 that results
in “stasis” mirrors America’s rhetoric about slavery and what should
be done about it. Hawthorne, ever the sceptic about reformers, espe-
cially female ones (Hester and Zenobia of The Blithedale Romance
immediately come to mind), concedes the necessity of ending slavery,
but asks that ‘others do it’32 in The Life of Pierce. In The Office of The
Scarlet Letter, Bercovitch extends Arac’s argument and maintains
that Hawthorne’s novel epitomizes the logic of American liberalism,
which produces individual dissent in order to bring about contain-
ment and consent. Hester’s voluntary return to New England and
resumption of the letter is, for Bercovitch, the distillation of liberal
ideology. Like Arac, he focuses on the politics of ambiguity and
argues, ‘process for [Hawthorne] is a means of converting the threat
of multiplicity (fragmentation, irreconcilability, discontinuity) into
the pleasures of multiple choice, where the implied answer, ‘all of
the above’, guarantees consensus’ (p. 26). In choosing to return to
New England ‘of her own free will’ (p. 203), ‘the office of the A [is
done] as the Puritan magistrates intended it and as Hester finally
adopts it’.33 This return is Hester’s best choice, but as Nina Baym
argues, this return is neither an exemplification of liberalism’s capacity
and Politics (Again): Words and Deeds in the 1850’s’, in Millicent Bell (ed.), Hawthorne
and the Real: Bicentennial Essay. (Columbus: Ohio State University Press, 2005), 22–39,
Larry J. Reynolds, ‘ “Strangely Ajar with the Human Race”: Hawthorne, Slavery, and
the Question of Moral Responsibility’, ibid. 40–69, Arthur Riss, Race, Slavery, and
Literature in Nineteenth–Century America (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press,
2006), esp. chapter 4, ‘A is for Anything’.
31
Arac, The Politics of The Scarlet Letter, 258.
32
Ibid. 416.
33
Bercovitch, The Office of The Scarlet Letter, xiv.
xxxii Introduction
to make subjection feel like freedom, nor is it a reversal of Hester’s
earlier position as domestic angel to troubled women, but rather
‘a continuation of what had been happening over the seven years of
her earlier sojourn in Boston’.34
Whether one reads the ending as disciplinary or not, the fact is
that we, like Hester, adopt the scarlet letter in all of its interpretative,
political, historical, and aesthetic dimensions. The narrative prac-
tices and the various characters of The Scarlet Letter have taught us
how to do this, and we have done so ‘of [our] own free will’. Why?
First, no matter how disappointed we may be that the novel does not
take up, in a direct and satisfying way, the issue of slavery, the fact is
that if arguments like Arac’s and Bercovitch’s are correct, The Scarlet
Letter provides us with a novelistic analogue of antebellum discourse
regarding slavery that is so interesting and bizarre that one might
read it in order to understand better how a nation could hold two
opposite positions simultaneously, or how it could claim that free-
dom and slavery were not incompatible. Second, there is an original-
ity about The Scarlet Letter that cannot and should not be denied. The
novel is Hawthorne’s personal attempt to deal with the demons of his
past. He had very good reasons to change the spelling of his name from
Hathorne to Hawthorne. His ancestors were not kind, and though he
felt a deep kinship with them, he was desperate to cast them off. His
handling of the Puritan past is powerful in terms of the autobiograph-
ical context and its articulation in the text. And third, because no
matter how hard the narrator may try to move our sympathies away
from Hester, he cannot fully do so. She is the heroine of the novel, and
as Swisshelm puts it, ‘she is the most glorious creation of fiction that
has ever crossed our path’.35 Our identification with her is so strong
that, like her, we return to The Scarlet Letter ‘of our own free will’
because it is so gorgeous, so powerful, so fascinating to look at and read.
34
Bell (ed.), Hawthorne and the Real, 122.
35
Person (ed.), The Scarlet Letter and Other Writings, 274.
NOTE ON THE TEXT
The text of this volume is that of The Scarlet Letter, Volume I of the
Centenary Edition of the Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, published in
1962 by the Ohio State University Press for the Ohio State University
Center for Textual Studies. It is a critical, unmodernized reconstruc-
tion of Hawthorne’s text and has been scrupulously assembled by
examining and comparing as many editions of the novel as possible
in an effort to give readers a text as close as possible to the one that
Hawthorne wanted published. It is approved by the Center for Editions
of the Modern Language Association of America. There is no surviv-
ing manuscript in the author’s own hand.
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—— Young Goodman Brown and Other Tales, ed. Brian Harding
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PREFACE
Much to the author’s surprise, and (if he may say so without addi-
tional offence) considerably to his amusement, he finds that his
sketch of official life, introductory to The Scarlet Letter, has
created an unprecedented excitement in the respectable community*
immediately around him. It could hardly have been more violent,
indeed, had he burned down the Custom-House, and quenched its
last smoking ember in the blood of a certain venerable personage,
against whom he is supposed to cherish a peculiar malevolence. As
the public disapprobation would weigh very heavily on him, were he
conscious of deserving it, the author begs leave to say, that he has
carefully read over the introductory pages, with a purpose to alter or
expunge whatever might be found amiss, and to make the best repa-
ration in his power for the atrocities of which he has been adjudged
guilty. But it appears to him, that the only remarkable features of the
sketch are its frank and genuine good-humor, and the general accu-
racy with which he has conveyed his sincere impressions of the char-
acters therein described. As to enmity, or ill-feeling of any kind,
personal or political, he utterly disclaims such motives. The sketch
might, perhaps, have been wholly omitted, without loss to the public,
or detriment to the book; but, having undertaken to write it, he con-
ceives that it could not have been done in a better or a kindlier spirit,*
nor, so far as his abilities availed, with a livelier effect of truth.
The author is constrained, therefore, to republish his introductory
sketch without the change of a word.
I
the prison-door
After her return to the prison, Hester Prynne was found to be in a state
of nervous excitement that demanded constant watchfulness, lest she
should perpetrate violence on herself, or do some half-frenzied mischief
to the poor babe. As night approached, it proving impossible to quell her
insubordination by rebuke or threats of punishment, Master Brackett,*
the jailer, thought fit to introduce a physician. He described him as
a man of skill in all Christian modes of physical science, and likewise
familiar with whatever the savage people could teach, in respect
to medicinal herbs and roots that grew in the forest. To say the truth,
there was much need of professional assistance, not merely for Hester
herself, but still more urgently for the child; who, drawing its suste-
nance from the maternal bosom, seemed to have drank in with it all
the turmoil, the anguish, and despair, which pervaded the mother’s
system. It now writhed in convulsions of pain, and was a forcible type,
in its little frame, of the moral agony which Hester Prynne had borne
throughout the day.
Closely following the jailer into the dismal apartment, appeared that
individual, of singular aspect, whose presence in the crowd had been of
such deep interest to the wearer of the scarlet letter. He was lodged in
the prison, not as suspected of any offence, but as the most convenient
and suitable mode of disposing of him, until the magistrates should
have conferred with the Indian sagamores* respecting his ransom. His
name was announced as Roger Chillingworth. The jailer, after ushering
him into the room, remained a moment, marvelling at the comparative
quiet that followed his entrance; for Hester Prynne had immediately
become as still as death, although the child continued to moan.
“Prithee, friend, leave me alone with my patient,” said the practi-
tioner. “Trust me, good jailer, you shall briefly have peace in your house;
and, I promise you, Mistress Prynne shall hereafter be more amenable to
just authority than you may have found her heretofore.”
“Nay, if your worship can accomplish that,” answered Master
Brackett, “I shall own you for a man of skill indeed! Verily, the woman
hath been like a possessed one; and there lacks little, that I should take
in hand to drive Satan out of her with stripes.”
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The stranger had entered the room with the characteristic quietude
of the profession to which he announced himself as belonging. Nor did
his demeanour change, when the withdrawal of the prison-keeper left
him face to face with the woman, whose absorbed notice of him, in the
crowd, had intimated so close a relation between himself and her. His
first care was given to the child; whose cries, indeed, as she lay writhing
on the trundle-bed, made it of peremptory necessity to postpone all
other business to the task of soothing her. He examined the infant
carefully, and then proceeded to unclasp a leathern case, which he took
from beneath his dress. It appeared to contain certain medical prepa-
rations, one of which he mingled with a cup of water.
“My old studies in alchemy,”* observed he, “and my sojourn, for
above a year past, among a people well versed in the kindly properties
of simples,* have made a better physician of me than many that claim
the medical degree. Here, woman! The child is yours,—she is none
of mine,—neither will she recognize my voice or aspect as a father’s.
Administer this draught, therefore, with thine own hand.”
Hester repelled the offered medicine, at the same time gazing with
strongly marked apprehension into his face.
“Wouldst thou avenge thyself on the innocent babe?” whispered she.
“Foolish woman!” responded the physician, half coldly, half sooth-
ingly. “What should ail me to harm this misbegotten and miserable
babe? The medicine is potent for good; and were it my child,—yea,
mine own, as well as thine!—I could do no better for it.”
As she still hesitated, being, in fact, in no reasonable state of mind,
he took the infant in his arms, and himself administered the draught. It
soon proved its efficacy, and redeemed the leech’s pledge. The moans
of the little patient subsided; its convulsive tossings gradually ceased;
and in a few moments, as is the custom of young children after relief
from pain, it sank into a profound and dewy slumber. The physician,
as he had a fair right to be termed, next bestowed his attention on the
mother. With calm and intent scrutiny, he felt her pulse, looked into
her eyes,—a gaze that made her heart shrink and shudder, because so
familiar, and yet so strange and cold,—and, finally, satisfied with his
investigation, proceeded to mingle another draught.
“I know not Lethe nor Nepenthe,”* remarked he; “but I have
learned many new secrets in the wilderness, and here is one of them,—
a recipe that an Indian taught me, in requital of some lessons of my
own, that were as old as Paracelsus.* Drink it! It may be less soothing
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than a sinless conscience. That I cannot give thee. But it will calm the
swell and heaving of thy passion, like oil thrown on the waves of a
tempestuous sea.”
He presented the cup to Hester, who received it with a slow, earnest
look into his face; not precisely a look of fear, yet full of doubt and
questioning, as to what his purposes might be. She looked also at her
slumbering child.
“I have thought of death,” said she,—“have wished for it,—would
even have prayed for it, were it fit that such as I should pray for any
thing. Yet, if death be in this cup, I bid thee think again, ere thou
beholdest me quaff it. See! It is even now at my lips.”
“Drink, then,” replied he, still with the same cold composure. “Dost
thou know me so little, Hester Prynne? Are my purposes wont to be so
shallow? Even if I imagine a scheme of vengeance, what could I do
better for my object than to let thee live,—than to give thee medi-
cines against all harm and peril of life,—so that this burning shame
may still blaze upon thy bosom?”—As he spoke, he laid his long
forefinger on the scarlet letter, which forthwith seemed to scorch into
Hester’s breast, as if it had been red-hot. He noticed her involuntary
gesture, and smiled.—“Live, therefore, and bear about thy doom with
thee, in the eyes of men and women,—in the eyes of him whom thou
didst call thy husband,—in the eyes of yonder child! And, that thou
mayest live, take off this draught.”
Without further expostulation or delay, Hester Prynne drained
the cup, and, at the motion of the man of skill, seated herself on the
bed where the child was sleeping; while he drew the only chair which
the room afforded, and took his own seat beside her. She could not
but tremble at these preparations; for she felt that—having now
done all that humanity, or principle, or, if so it were, a refined cru-
elty, impelled him to do, for the relief of physical suffering—he was
next to treat with her as the man whom she had most deeply arid
irreparably injured.
“Hester,” said he, “I ask not wherefore, nor how, thou hast fallen
into the pit, or say rather, thou hast ascended to the pedestal of
infamy, on which I found thee. The reason is not far to seek. It was
my folly, and thy weakness. I,—a man of thought,—the book-worm
of great libraries,—a man already in decay, having given my best
years to feed the hungry dream of knowledge,—what had I to do with
youth and beauty like thine own! Misshapen from my birth-hour,
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how could I delude myself with the idea that intellectual gifts might veil
physical deformity in a young girl’s fantasy! Men call me wise. If sages
were ever wise in their own behoof, I might have foreseen all this.
I might have known that, as I came out of the vast and dismal forest, and
entered this settlement of Christian men, the very first object to meet my
eyes would be thyself, Hester Prynne, standing up, a statue of ignominy,
before the people. Nay, from the moment when we came down the old
church-steps together, a married pair, I might have beheld the bale-fire*
of that scarlet letter blazing at the end of our path!”
“Thou knowest,” said Hester,—for, depressed as she was, she
could not endure this last quiet stab at the token of her shame,—“thou
knowest that I was frank with thee. I felt no love, nor feigned any.”
“True!” replied he. “It was my folly! I have said it. But, up to that
epoch of my life, I had lived in vain. The world had been so cheerless!
My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely
and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed
not so wild a dream,—old as I was, and sombre as I was, and misshapen
as I was,—that the simple bliss, which is scattered far and wide, for all
mankind to gather up, might yet be mine. And so, Hester, I drew thee
into my heart, into its innermost chamber, and sought to warm thee
by the warmth which thy presence made there!”
“I have greatly wronged thee,” murmured Hester.
“We have wronged each other,” answered he. “Mine was the first
wrong, when I betrayed thy budding youth into a false and unnatural
relation with my decay. Therefore, as a man who has not thought and
philosophized in vain, I seek no vengeance, plot no evil against thee.
Between thee and me, the scale hangs fairly balanced. But, Hester, the
man lives who has wronged us both! Who is he?”
“Ask me not!” replied Hester Prynne, looking firmly into his face.
“That thou shalt never know!”
“Never, sayest thou?” rejoined he, with a smile of dark and self-
relying intelligence. “Never know him! Believe me, Hester, there are
few things,—whether in the outward world, or, to a certain depth,
in the invisible sphere of thought,—few things hidden from the
man, who devotes himself earnestly and unreservedly to the solution of
a mystery. Thou mayest cover up thy secret from the prying multitude.
Thou mayest conceal it, too, from the ministers and magistrates,
even as thou didst this day, when they sought to wrench the name
out of thy heart, and give thee a partner on thy pedestal. But, as
for me, I come to the inquest with other senses than they possess.
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I shall seek this man, as I have sought truth in books; as I have sought
gold in alchemy. There is a sympathy that will make me conscious of
him. I shall see him tremble. I shall feel myself shudder, suddenly
and unawares. Sooner or later, he must needs be mine!”
The eyes of the wrinkled scholar glowed so intensely upon her,
that Hester Prynne clasped her hands over her heart, dreading lest he
should read the secret there at once.
“Thou wilt not reveal his name? Not the less he is mine,” resumed
he, with a look of confidence, as if destiny were at one with him. “He
bears no letter of infamy wrought into his garment, as thou dost; but I
shall read it on his heart. Yet fear not for him! Think not that I shall
interfere with Heaven’s own method of retribution, or, to my own loss,
betray him to the gripe of human law. Neither do thou imagine that
I shall contrive aught against his life; no, nor against his fame, if, as
I judge, he be a man of fair repute. Let him live! Let him hide him-
self in outward honor, if he may! Not the less he shall be mine!”
“Thy acts are like mercy,” said Hester, bewildered and appalled.
“But thy words interpret thee as a terror!”
“One thing, thou that wast my wife, I would enjoin upon thee,” con-
tinued the scholar. “Thou hast kept the secret of thy paramour. Keep,
likewise, mine! There are none in this land that know me. Breathe not,
to any human soul, that thou didst ever call me husband! Here, on this
wild outskirt of the earth, I shall pitch my tent; for, elsewhere a wan-
derer, and isolated from human interests, I find here a woman, a man,
a child, amongst whom and myself there exist the closest ligaments. No
matter whether of love or hate; no matter whether of right or wrong!
Thou and thine, Hester Prynne, belong to me. My home is where thou
art, and where he is. But betray me not!”
“Wherefore dost thou desire it?” inquired Hester, shrinking, she
hardly knew why, from this secret bond. “Why not announce thyself
openly, and cast me off at once?”
“It may be,” he replied, “because I will not encounter the dishonor
that besmirches the husband of a faithless woman. It may be for other
reasons. Enough, it is my purpose to live and die unknown. Let, there-
fore, thy husband be to the world as one already dead, and of whom no
tidings shall ever come. Recognize me not, by word, by sign, by look!
Breathe not the secret, above all, to the man thou wottest of. Shouldst
thou fail me in this, beware! His fame, his position, his life, will be in
my hands. Beware!”
“I will keep thy secret, as I have his,” said Hester.
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“Swear it!” rejoined he.
And she took the oath.
“And now, Mistress Prynne,” said old Roger Chillingworth, as he
was hereafter to be named, “I leave thee alone; alone with thy infant,
and the scarlet letter! How is it, Hester? Doth thy sentence bind thee
to wear the token in thy sleep? Art thou not afraid of nightmares and
hideous dreams?”
“Why dost thou smile so at me?” inquired Hester, troubled at the
expression of his eyes. “Art thou like the Black Man that haunts the
forest* round about us? Hast thou enticed me into a bond that will
prove the ruin of my soul?”
“Not thy soul,” he answered, with another smile. “No, not thine!”
V
hester at her needle
We have as yet hardly spoken of the infant; that little creature, whose
innocent life had sprung, by the inscrutable decree of Providence,
a lovely and immortal flower, out of the rank luxuriance of a guilty
passion. How strange it seemed to the sad woman, as she watched the
growth, and the beauty that became every day more brilliant, and the
intelligence that threw its quivering sunshine over the tiny features
of this child! Her Pearl!—For so had Hester called her; not as a name
expressive of her aspect, which had nothing of the calm, white, unim-
passioned lustre that would be indicated by the comparison. But she
named the infant “Pearl,” as being of great price,*—purchased with
all she had,—her mother’s only treasure! How strange, indeed! Man
had marked this woman’s sin by a scarlet letter, which had such potent
and disastrous efficacy that no human sympathy could reach her, save
it were sinful like herself. God, as a direct consequence of the sin
which man thus punished, had given her a lovely child, whose place
was on that same dishonored bosom, to connect her parent for ever
with the race and descent of mortals, and to be finally a blessed soul in
heaven! Yet these thoughts affected Hester Prynne less with hope than
apprehension. She knew that her deed had been evil; she could have
no faith, therefore, that its result would be for good. Day after day, she
looked fearfully into the child’s expanding nature; ever dreading to
detect some dark and wild peculiarity, that should correspond with the
guiltiness to which she owed her being.
Certainly, there was no physical defect. By its perfect shape, its
vigor, and its natural dexterity in the use of all its untried limbs, the
infant was worthy to have been brought forth in Eden; worthy to have
been left there, to be the plaything of the angels, after the world’s first
parents were driven out. The child had a native grace which does not
invariably coexist with faultless beauty; its attire, however simple,
always impressed the beholder as if it were the very garb that precisely
became it best. But little Pearl was not clad in rustic weeds. Her
mother, with a morbid purpose that may be better understood here-
after, had bought the richest tissues that could be procured, and
allowed her imaginative faculty its full play in the arrangement and
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decoration of the dresses which the child wore, before the public eye.
So magnificent was the small figure, when thus arrayed, and such
was the splendor of Pearl’s own proper beauty, shining through the
gorgeous robes which might have extinguished a paler loveliness,
that there was an absolute circle of radiance around her, on the dark-
some cottage-floor. And yet a russet gown, torn and soiled with the
child’s rude play, made a picture of her just as perfect. Pearl’s aspect
was imbued with a spell of infinite variety; in this one child there
were many children, comprehending the full scope between the
wild-flower prettiness of a peasant-baby, and the pomp, in little, of
an infant princess. Throughout all, however, there was a trait of pas-
sion, a certain depth of hue, which she never lost; and if, in any of her
changes, she had grown fainter or paler, she would have ceased to be
herself;—it would have been no longer Pearl!
This outward mutability indicated, and did not more than fairly
express, the various properties of her inner life. Her nature appeared
to possess depth, too, as well as variety; but—or else Hester’s fears
deceived her—it lacked reference and adaptation to the world into
which she was born. The child could not be made amenable to rules.*
In giving her existence, a great law had been broken; and the result
was a being, whose elements were perhaps beautiful and brilliant, but
all in disorder; or with an order peculiar to themselves, amidst which
the point of variety and arrangement was difficult or impossible to be
discovered. Hester could only account for the child’s character—
and even then, most vaguely and imperfectly—by recalling what she
herself had been, during that momentous period while Pearl was
imbibing her soul from the spiritual world, and her bodily frame
from its material of earth. The mother’s impassioned state had been
the medium through which were transmitted to the unborn infant
the rays of its moral life; and, however white and clear originally,
they had taken the deep stains of crimson and gold, the fiery lustre,
the black shadow, and the untempered light, of the intervening sub-
stance. Above all, the warfare of Hester’s spirit, at that epoch, was
perpetuated in Pearl. She could recognize her wild, desperate, defiant
mood, the flightiness of her temper, and even some of the very cloud-
shapes of gloom and despondency that had brooded in her heart. They
were now illuminated by the morning radiance of a young child’s dis-
position, but, later in the day of earthly existence, might be prolific of
the storm and whirlwind.
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The discipline of the family, in those days, was of a far more rigid
kind than now. The frown, the harsh rebuke, the frequent application
of the rod, enjoined by Scriptural authority, were used, not merely in
the way of punishment for actual offences, but as a wholesome regi-
men for the growth and promotion of all childish virtues. Hester
Prynne, nevertheless, the lonely mother of this one child, ran little
risk of erring on the side of undue severity. Mindful, however, of her
own errors and misfortunes, she early sought to impose a-tender, but
strict, control over the infant immortality that was committed to her
charge. But the task was beyond her skill. After testing both smiles and
frowns, and proving that neither mode of treatment possessed any cal-
culable influence, Hester was ultimately compelled to stand aside, and
permit the child to be swayed by her own impulses. Physical compul-
sion or restraint was effectual, of course, while it lasted. As to any
other kind of discipline, whether addressed to her mind or heart,
little Pearl might or might not be within its reach, in accordance with
the caprice that ruled the moment. Her mother, while Pearl was yet
an infant, grew acquainted with a certain peculiar look, that warned
her when it would be labor thrown away to insist, persuade, or plead.
It was a look so intelligent, yet inexplicable, so perverse, sometimes
so malicious, but generally accompanied by a wild flow of spirits, that
Hester could not help questioning, at such moments, whether Pearl
was a human child. She seemed rather an airy sprite, which, after play-
ing its fantastic sports for a little while upon the cottage-floor, would
flit away with a mocking smile. Whenever that look appeared in her
wild, bright, deeply black eyes, it invested her with a strange remote-
ness and intangibility; it was as if she were hovering in the air and
might vanish, like a glimmering light that comes we know not whence,
and goes we know not whither. Beholding it, Hester was constrained
to rush towards the child,—to pursue the little elf in the flight which
she invariably began,—to snatch her to her bosom, with a close pres-
sure and earnest kisses,—not so much from overflowing love, as to
assure herself that Pearl was flesh and blood, and not utterly delusive.
But Pearl’s laugh, when she was caught, though full of merriment and
music, made her mother more doubtful than before.
Heart-smitten at this bewildering and baffling spell, that so often
came between herself and her sole treasure, whom she had bought so
dear, and who was all her world, Hester sometimes burst into pas-
sionate tears. Then, perhaps,—for there was no foreseeing how it might
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affect her,—Pearl would frown, and clench her little fist, and harden
her small features into a stern, unsympathizing look of discontent.
Not seldom, she would laugh anew, and louder than before, like a
thing incapable and unintelligent of human sorrow.* Or—but this
more rarely happened—she would be convulsed with a rage of grief,
and sob out her love for her mother, in broken words, and seem intent
on proving that she had a heart, by breaking it. Yet Hester was hardly
safe in confiding herself to that gusty tenderness; it passed, as suddenly
as it came. Brooding over all these matters, the mother felt like one
who has evoked a spirit, but, by some irregularity in the process of
conjuration, has failed to win the master-word that should control this
new and incomprehensible intelligence. Her only real comfort was
when the child lay in the placidity of sleep. Then she was sure of her,
and tasted hours of quiet, sad, delicious happiness; until—perhaps
with that perverse expression glimmering from beneath her opening
lids—little Pearl awoke!
How soon—with what strange rapidity, indeed!—did Pearl arrive
at an age that was capable of social intercourse, beyond the mother’s
ever-ready smile and nonsense-words! And then what a happiness
would it have been, could Hester Prynne have heard her clear, bird-
like voice mingling with the uproar of other childish voices, and have
distinguished and unravelled her own darling’s tones, amid all the
entangled outcry of a group of sportive children! But this could never
be. Pearl was a born outcast of the infantile world. An imp of evil,
emblem and product of sin,* she had no right among christened
infants. Nothing was more remarkable than the instinct, as it seemed,
with which the child comprehended her loneliness; the destiny that
had drawn an inviolable circle round about her; the whole peculiar-
ity, in short, of her position in respect to other children. Never, since
her release from prison, had Hester met the public gaze without her.
In all her walks about the town, Pearl, too, was there; first as the babe
in arms, and afterwards as the little girl, small companion of her
mother, holding a forefinger with her whole grasp, and tripping
along at the rate of three or four footsteps to one of Hester’s. She saw
the children of the settlement, on the grassy margin of the street, or
at the domestic thresholds, disporting themselves in such grim fash-
ion as the Puritanic nurture would permit; playing at going to
church, perchance; or at scourging Quakers;* or taking scalps in a
sham-fight with the Indians; or scaring one another with freaks of
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imitative witchcraft. Pearl saw, and gazed intently, but never sought to
make acquaintance. If spoken to, she would hot speak again. If the
children gathered about her, as they sometimes did, Pearl would grow
positively terrible in her puny wrath, snatching up stones to fling at
them, with shrill, incoherent exclamations that made her mother trem-
ble, because they had so much the sound of a witch’s anathemas in
some unknown tongue.
The truth was, that the little Puritans, being of the most intoler-
ant brood that ever lived, had got a vague idea of something out-
landish, unearthly, or at variance with ordinary fashions, in the
mother and child; and therefore scorned them in their hearts, and
not unfrequently reviled them with their tongues. Pearl felt the sen-
timent, and requited it with the bitterest hatred that can be supposed
to rankle in a childish bosom. These outbreaks of a fierce temper had
a kind of value, and even comfort, for her mother; because there was
at least an intelligible earnestness in the mood, instead of the fitful
caprice that so often thwarted her in the child’s manifestations. It
appalled her, nevertheless, to discern here, again, a shadowy reflection
of the evil that had existed in herself. All this enmity and passion had
Pearl inherited, by inalienable right, out of Hester’s heart. Mother
and daughter stood together in the same circle of seclusion from
human society; and in the nature of the child seemed to be perpetu-
ated those unquiet elements that had distracted Hester Prynne
before Pearl’s birth, but had since begun to be soothed away by the
softening influences of maternity.
At home, within and around her mother’s cottage, Pearl wanted not
a wide and various circle of acquaintance. The spell of life went forth
from her ever creative spirit, and communicated itself to a thousand
objects, as a torch kindles a flame wherever it may be applied. The
unlikeliest materials, a stick, a bunch of rags, a flower, were the pup-
pets of Pearl’s witchcraft, and, without undergoing any outward
change, became spiritually adapted to whatever drama occupied the
stage of her inner world. Her one baby-voice served a multitude of
imaginary personages, old and young, to talk withal. The pine-trees,
aged, black, and solemn, and flinging groans and other melancholy
utterances on the breeze, needed little transformation to figure as
Puritan elders; the ugliest weeds of the garden were their children,
whom Pearl smote down and uprooted, most unmercifully. It was won-
derful, the vast variety of forms into which she threw her intellect,
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with no continuity, indeed, but darting up and dancing, always in a
state of preternatural activity,—soon sinking down, as if exhausted by
so rapid and feverish a tide of life,—and succeeded by other shapes of
a similar wild energy. It was like nothing so much as the phantas-
magoric play of the northern lights. In the mere exercise of the fancy,
however, and the sportiveness of a growing mind, there might be
little more than was observable in other children of bright faculties;
except as Pearl, in the dearth of human playmates, was thrown more
upon the visionary throng which she created. The singularity lay in
the hostile feelings with which the child regarded all these offspring
of her own heart and mind. She never created a friend, but seemed
always to be sowing broadcast the dragon’s teeth, whence sprung a
harvest of armed enemies, against whom she rushed to battle. It was
inexpressibly sad—then what depth of sorrow to a mother, who felt in
her own heart the cause!—to observe, in one so young, this constant
recognition of an adverse world, and so fierce a training of the energies
that were to make good her cause, in the contest that must ensue.
Gazing at Pearl, Hester Prynne often dropped her work upon her
knees, and cried out, with an agony which she would fain have hidden,
but which made utterance for itself, betwixt speech and a groan,—
“O Father in Heaven,—if Thou art still my Father,—what is this
being which I have brought into the world!” And Pearl, overhearing
the ejaculation, or aware, through some more subtile channel, of those
throbs of anguish, would turn her vivid and beautiful little face upon
her mother, smile with sprite-like intelligence, and resume her play.
One peculiarity of the child’s deportment remains yet to be told.
The very first thing which she had noticed, in her life, was—what?—
not the mother’s smile, responding to it, as other babies do, by that
faint, embryo smile of the little mouth, remembered so doubtfully
afterwards, and with such fond discussion whether it were indeed a
smile. By no means! But that first object of which Pearl seemed to
become aware was—shall we say it?—the scarlet letter on Hester’s
bosom! One day, as her mother stooped over the cradle, the infant’s
eyes had been caught by the glimmering of the gold embroidery
about the letter; and, putting up her little hand, she grasped at it,
smiling, not doubtfully, but with a decided gleam that gave her face
the look of a much older child. Then, gasping for breath, did Hester
Prynne clutch the fatal token, instinctively endeavouring to tear it
away; so infinite was the torture inflicted by the intelligent touch of
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Pearl’s baby-hand. Again, as if her mother’s agonized gesture were
meant only to make sport for her, did little Pearl look into her eyes, and
smile! From that epoch, except when the child was asleep, Hester had
never felt a moment’s safety; not a moment’s calm enjoyment of her.
Weeks, it is true, would sometimes elapse, during which Pearl’s gaze
might never once be fixed upon the scarlet letter; but then, again, it
would come at unawares, like the stroke of sudden death, and always
with that peculiar smile, and odd expression of the eyes.
Once, this freakish, elfish cast came into the child’s eyes, while
Hester was looking at her own image in them, as mothers are fond of
doing; and, suddenly,—for women in solitude, and with troubled
hearts, are pestered with unaccountable delusions,—she fancied that
she beheld, not her own miniature portrait, but another face in the
small black mirror of Pearl’s eye. It was a face, fiend-like, full of smil-
ing malice, yet bearing the semblance of features that she had known
full well, though seldom with a smile, and never with malice, in
them. It was as if an evil spirit possessed the child, and had just then
peeped forth in mockery. Many a time afterwards had Hester been
tortured, though less vividly, by the same illusion.
In the afternoon of a certain summer’s day, after Pearl grew big
enough to run about, she amused herself with gathering handfuls of
wild-flowers, and flinging them, one by one, at her mother’s bosom;
dancing up and down, like a little elf, whenever she hit the scarlet
letter. Hester’s first motion had been to cover her bosom with her
clasped hands. But, whether from pride or resignation, or a feeling
that her penance might best be wrought out by this unutterable pain,
she resisted the impulse, and sat erect, pale as death, looking sadly
into little Pearl’s wild eyes. Still came the battery of flowers, almost
invariably hitting the mark, and covering the mother’s breast with
hurts for which she could find no balm in this world, nor knew how
to seek it in another. At last, her shot being all expended, the child
stood still and gazed at Hester, with that little, laughing image of a
fiend peeping out—or, whether it peeped or no, her mother so imag-
ined it—from the unsearchable abyss of her black eyes.
“Child, what art thou?” cried the mother.
“O, I am your little Pearl!” answered the child.
But, while she said it, Pearl laughed and began to dance up and
down, with the humorsome gesticulation of a little imp, whose next
freak might be to fly up the chimney.
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“Art thou my child, in very truth?” asked Hester.
Nor did she put the question altogether idly, but, for the moment,
with a portion of genuine earnestness; for, such was Pearl’s wonder-
ful intelligence, that her mother half doubted whether she were not
acquainted with the secret spell of her existence, and might not now
reveal herself.
“Yes; I am little Pearl!” repeated the child, continuing her antics.
“Thou art not my child! Thou art no Pearl of mine!” said the mother,
half playfully; for it was often the case that a sportive impulse came over
her, in the midst of her deepest suffering. “Tell me, then, what thou
art, and who sent thee hither?”
“Tell me, mother!” said the child, seriously, coming up to Hester,
and pressing herself close to her knees. “Do thou tell me!”
“Thy Heavenly Father sent thee!” answered Hester Prynne.
But she said it with a hesitation that did not escape the acuteness
of the child. Whether moved only by her ordinary freakishness, or
because an evil spirit prompted her, she put up her small forefinger,
and touched the scarlet letter.
“He did not send me!” cried she, positively. “I have no Heavenly
Father!”
“Hush, Pearl, hush! Thou must not talk so!” answered the mother,
suppressing a groan. “He sent us all into this world. He sent even me,
thy mother. Then, much more, thee! Or, if not, thou strange and elfish
child, whence didst thou come?”
“Tell me! Tell me!” repeated Pearl, no longer seriously, but laughing,
and capering about the floor. “It is thou that must tell me!”
But Hester could not resolve the query, being herself in a dismal
labyrinth of doubt. She remembered—betwixt a smile and a shudder—
the talk of the neighbouring townspeople; who, seeking vainly elsewhere
for the child’s paternity, and observing some of her odd attributes, had
given out that poor little Pearl was a demon offspring;* such as, ever
since old Catholic times, had occasionally been seen on earth, through
the agency of their mothers’ sin, and to promote some foul and wicked
purpose. Luther, according to the scandal of his monkish enemies, was
a brat of that hellish breed; nor was Pearl the only child to whom this
inauspicious origin was assigned, among the New England Puritans.
VII
the governor’s hall
After the incident last described, the intercourse between the cler-
gyman and the physician, though externally the same, was really
of another character than it had previously been. The intellect of
Roger Chillingworth had now a sufficiently plain path before it. It was
not, indeed, precisely that which he had laid out for himself to tread.
Calm, gentle, passionless, as he appeared, there was yet, we fear, a quiet
depth of malice, hitherto latent, but active now, in this unfortunate
old man, which led him to imagine a more intimate revenge than any
mortal had ever wreaked upon an enemy. To make himself the one
trusted friend, to whom should be confided all the fear, the remorse,
the agony, the ineffectual repentance, the backward rush of sinful
thoughts, expelled in vain! All that guilty sorrow, hidden from the
world, whose great heart would have pitied and forgiven, to be
revealed to him, the Pitiless, to him, the Unforgiving! All that dark
treasure to be lavished on the very man, to whom nothing else could
so adequately pay the debt of vengeance!
The clergyman’s shy and sensitive reserve had balked this scheme.
Roger Chillingworth, however, was inclined to be hardly, if at all,
less satisfied with the aspect of affairs, which Providence—using the
avenger and his victim for its own purposes, and, perchance, pardon-
ing, where it seemed most to punish—had substituted for his black
devices. A revelation, he could almost say, had been granted to him.
It mattered little, for his object, whether celestial, or from what other
region. By its aid, in all the subsequent relations betwixt him and
Mr. Dimmesdale, not merely the external presence, but the very
inmost soul of the latter seemed to be brought out before his eyes, so
that he could see and comprehend its every movement. He became,
thenceforth, not a spectator only, but a chief actor, in the poor min-
ister’s interior world. He could play upon him as he chose. Would he
arouse him with a throb of agony? The victim was for ever on the rack;
it needed only to know the spring that controlled the engine;—and the
physician knew it well! Would he startle him with sudden fear? As at
the waving of a magician’s wand,* uprose a grisly phantom,—uprose
a thousand phantoms,—in many shapes, of death, or more awful shame,
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all flocking roundabout the clergyman, and pointing with their
fingers at his breast!
All this was accomplished with a subtlety so perfect, that the minis-
ter, though he had constantly a dim perception of some evil influence
watching over him, could never gain a knowledge of its actual nature.
True, he looked doubtfully, fearfully,—even, at times, with horror
and the bitterness of hatred,—at the deformed figure of the old physi-
cian. His gestures, his gait, his grizzled beard, his slightest and most
indifferent acts, the very fashion of his garments, were odious in the
clergyman’s sight; a token, implicitly to be relied on, of a deeper antip-
athy in the breast of the latter than he was willing to acknowledge to
himself. For, as it was impossible to assign a reason for such distrust
and abhorrence, so Mr. Dimmesdale, conscious that the poison of one
morbid spot was infecting his heart’s entire substance, attributed all
his presentiments to no other cause. He took himself to task for his bad
sympathies in reference to Roger Chillingworth, disregarded the lesson
that he should have drawn from them, and did his best to root them
out. Unable to accomplish this, he nevertheless, as a matter of prin-
ciple, continued his habits of social familiarity with the old man, and
thus gave him constant opportunities for perfecting the purpose to
which—poor, forlorn creature that he was, and more wretched than
his victim—the avenger had devoted himself.
While thus suffering under bodily disease, and gnawed and tortured
by some black trouble of the soul, and given over to the machinations
of his deadliest enemy, the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale had achieved a
brilliant popularity in his sacred office. He won it, indeed, in great
part, by his sorrows. His intellectual gifts, his moral perceptions, his
power of experiencing and communicating emotion, were kept in a
state of preternatural activity by the prick and anguish of his daily life.
His fame, though still on its upward slope, already overshadowed the
soberer reputations of his fellow-clergymen, eminent as several of
them were. There were scholars among them, who had spent more
years in acquiring abstruse lore, connected with the divine profession,
than Mr. Dimmesdale had lived; and who might well, therefore, be
more profoundly versed in such solid and valuable attainments than
their youthful brother. There were men, too, of a sturdier texture of
mind than his, and endowed with a far greater share of shrewd, hard,
iron or granite understanding; which, duly mingled with a fair propor-
tion of doctrinal ingredient, constitutes a highly respectable, efficacious,
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and unamiable variety of the clerical species. There were others, again,
true saintly fathers, whose faculties had been elaborated by weary toil
among their books, and by patient thought, and etherealized, moreover,
by spiritual communications with the better world, into which their
purity of life had almost introduced these holy personages, with their
garments of mortality still clinging to them. All that they lacked was the
gift that descended upon the chosen disciples, at Pentecost,* in tongues
of flame; symbolizing, it would seem, not the power of speech in for-
eign and unknown languages, but that of addressing the whole human
brotherhood in the heart’s native language.* These fathers, otherwise
so apostolic, lacked Heaven’s last and rarest attestation of their office,
the Tongue of Flame.* They would have vainly sought—had they ever
dreamed of seeking—to express the highest truths through the hum-
blest medium of familiar words and images. Their voices came down,
afar and indistinctly, from the upper heights where they habitually
dwelt.
Not improbably, it was to this latter class of men that Mr.
Dimmesdale, by many of his traits of character, naturally belonged.
To their high mountain-peaks of faith and sanctity he would have
climbed, had not the tendency been thwarted by the burden, what-
ever it might be, of crime or anguish, beneath which it was his doom
to totter. It kept him down, on a level with the lowest; him, the man
of ethereal attributes, whose voice the angels might else have listened
to and answered! But this very burden it was, that gave him sympa-
thies so intimate with the sinful brotherhood of mankind; so that his
heart vibrated in unison with theirs, and received their pain into itself,
and sent its own throb of pain through a thousand other hearts, in
gushes of sad, persuasive eloquence. Oftenest persuasive, but some-
times terrible! The people knew not the power that moved them
thus. They deemed the young clergyman a miracle of holiness. They
fancied him the mouthpiece of Heaven’s messages of wisdom, and
rebuke, and love. In their eyes, the very ground on which he trod was
sanctified. The virgins of his church grew pale around him, victims
of a passion so imbued with religious sentiment that they imagined it
to be all religion, and brought it openly, in their white bosoms, as
their most acceptable sacrifice before the altar. The aged members of
his flock, beholding Mr. Dimmesdale’s frame so feeble, while they
were themselves so rugged in their infirmity, believed that he would
go heavenward before them, and enjoined it upon their children, that
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their old bones should be buried dose to their young pastor’s holy
grave. And, all this time, perchance, when poor Mr. Dimmesdale was
thinking of his grave, he questioned with himself whether the grass
would ever grow on it, because an accursed thing must there be buried!
It is inconceivable, the agony with which this public veneration tor-
tured him! It was his genuine impulse to adore the truth, and to reckon
all things shadow-like, and utterly devoid of weight or value, that had
not its divine essence as the life within their life. Then, what was
he?—a substance?—or the dimmest of all shadows? He longed to
speak out, from his own pulpit, at the full height of his voice, and tell
the people what he was. “I, whom you behold in these black garments
of the priesthood,—I, who ascend the sacred desk, and turn my pale
face heavenward, taking upon myself to hold communion, in your
behalf, with the Most High Omniscience,—I, in whose daily life you
discern the sanctity of Enoch,*—I, whose footsteps, as you suppose,
leave a gleam along my earthly track, whereby the pilgrims that shall
come after me may be guided to the regions of the blest,—I, who have
laid the hand of baptism upon your children,—I, who have breathed
the parting prayer over your dying friends, to whom the Amen
sounded faintly from a world which they had quitted,—I, your pastor,
whom you so reverence and trust, am utterly a pollution and a lie!”
More than once, Mr. Dimmesdale had gone into the pulpit, with
a purpose never to come down its steps, until he should have spoken
words like the above. More than once, he had cleared his throat, and
drawn in the long, deep, and tremulous breath, which, when sent
forth again, would come burdened with the black secret of his soul.
More than once—nay, more than a hundred times—he had actually
spoken! Spoken! But how? He had told his hearers that he was alto-
gether vile, a viler companion of the vilest, the worst of sinners, an
abomination, a thing of unimaginable iniquity; and that the only
wonder was, that they did not see his wretched body shrivelled up
before their eyes, by the burning wrath of the Almighty! Could there
be plainer speech than this? Would not the people start up in their
seats, by a simultaneous impulse, and tear him down out of the pulpit
which he defiled? Not so, indeed! They heard it all, and did but rev-
erence him the more. They little guessed what deadly purport lurked
in those self-condemning words. “The godly youth!” said they
among themselves. “The saint on earth! Alas, if he discern such sin-
fulness in his own white soul, what horrid spectacle would he behold
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in thine or mine!” The minister well knew—subtle, but remorseful
hypocrite that he was!—the light in which his vague confession would
be viewed. He had striven to put a cheat upon himself by making the
avowal of a guilty conscience, but had gained only one other sin, and a
self-acknowledged shame, without the momentary relief of being self-
deceived. He had spoken the very truth, and transformed it into the
veriest falsehood. And yet, by the constitution of his nature, he loved
the truth, and loathed the lie, as few men ever did. Therefore, above
all things else, he loathed his miserable self !
His inward trouble drove him to practices, more in accordance with
the old, corrupted faith of Rome, than with the better light of the
church in which he had been born and bred. In Mr. Dimmesdale’s
secret closet, under lock and key, there was a bloody scourge. Oftentimes,
this Protestant and Puritan divine had plied it on his own shoulders;
laughing bitterly at himself the while, and smiting so much the more
pitilessly, because of that bitter laugh. It was his custom, too, as it has
been that of many other pious Puritans, to fast,—not, however, like
them, in order to purify the body and render it the fitter medium of
celestial illumination,—but rigorously, and until his knees trembled
beneath him, as an act of penance. He kept vigils, likewise, night after
night, sometimes in utter darkness; sometimes with a glimmering
lamp; and sometimes, viewing his own face in a looking-glass, by the
most powerful light which he could throw upon it. He thus typified
the constant introspection wherewith he tortured, but could not
purify, himself. In these lengthened vigils, his brain often reeled, and
visions seemed to flit before him; perhaps seen doubtfully, and by a
faint light of their own, in the remote dimness of the chamber, or more
vividly, and close beside him, within the looking-glass. Now it was a
herd of diabolic shapes, that grinned and mocked at the pale minister,
and beckoned him away with them; now a group of shining angels,
who flew upward heavily, as sorrow-laden, but grew more ethereal as
they rose. Now came the dead friends of his youth, and his white-
bearded father, with a saint-like frown, and his mother, turning her
face away as she passed by. Ghost of a mother,—thinnest fantasy of a
mother,—methinks she might yet have thrown a pitying glance
towards her son! And now, through the chamber which these spectral
thoughts had made so ghastly, glided Hester Prynne, leading along
little Pearl, in her scarlet garb, and pointing her forefinger, first, at the
scarlet letter on her bosom, and then at the clergyman’s own breast.
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None of these visions ever quite deluded him. At any moment, by
an effort of his will, he could discern substances through their misty
lack of substance, and convince himself that they were not solid in
their nature, like yonder table of carved oak, or that big, square,
leathern-bound and brazen-clasped volume of divinity. But, for all
that, they were, in one sense, the truest and most substantial things
which the poor minister now dealt with. It is the unspeakable misery of
a life so false as his, that it steals the pith and substance out of whatever
realities there are around us, and which were meant by Heaven to be
the spirit’s joy and nutriment. To the untrue man, the whole universe
is false,—it is impalpable,—it shrinks to nothing within his grasp.
And he himself, in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes
a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist. The only truth, that continued to
give Mr. Dimmesdale a real existence on this earth, was the anguish in
his inmost soul, and the undissembled expression of it in his aspect.
Had he once found power to smile, and wear a face of gayety, there
would have been no such man!
On one of those ugly nights, which we have faintly hinted at, but
forborne to picture forth, the minister started from his chair. A new
thought had struck him. There might be a moment’s peace in it.
Attiring himself with as much care as if it had been for public worship,
and precisely in the same manner, he stole softly down the staircase,
undid the door, and issued forth.
XII
the minister’s vigil
Hester bade little Pearl run down to the margin of the water, and play
with the shells and tangled sea-weed, until she should have talked
awhile with yonder gatherer of herbs. So the child flew away like a
bird, and, making bare her small white feet, went pattering along the
moist margin of the sea. Here and there, she came to a full stop, and
peeped curiously into a pool, left by the retiring tide as a mirror for
Pearl to see her face in. Forth peeped at her, out of the pool, with
dark, glistening curls around her head, and an elf-smile in her eyes,
the image of a little maid, whom Pearl, having no other playmate,
invited to take her hand and run a race with her. But the visionary
little maid, on her part, beckoned likewise, as if to say,—“This is a
better place! Come thou into the pool!” And Pearl, stepping in, mid-
leg deep, beheld her own white feet at the bottom; while, out of a still
lower depth, came the gleam of a kind of fragmentary smile, floating
to and fro in the agitated water.
Meanwhile, her mother had accosted the physician.
“I would speak a word with you,” said she,—“a word that con-
cerns us much.”
“Aha! And is it Mistress Hester that has a word for old Roger
Chillingworth?” answered he, raising himself from his stooping pos-
ture. “With all my heart! Why, Mistress, I hear good tidings of you on
all hands! No longer ago than yestereve, a magistrate, a wise and godly
man, was discoursing of your affairs, Mistress Hester, and whispered
me that there had been question concerning you in the council. It was
debated whether or no, with safety to the common weal, yonder scarlet
letter might be taken off your bosom. On my life, Hester, I made my
entreaty to the worshipful magistrate that it might be done forthwith!”
“It lies not in the pleasure of the magistrates to take off this
badge,” calmly replied Hester. “Were I worthy to be quit of it, it
would fall away of its own nature, or be transformed into something
that should speak a different purport.”
“Nay, then, wear it, if it suit you better,” rejoined he. “A woman must
needs follow her own fancy, touching the adornment of her person. The
letter is gayly embroidered, and shows right bravely on your bosom!”
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All this while, Hester had been looking steadily at the old man, and
was shocked, as well as wonder-smitten, to discern what a change had
been wrought upon him within the past seven years. It was not so
much that he had grown older; for though the traces of advancing life
were visible, he bore his age well, and seemed to retain a wiry vigor
and alertness. But the former aspect of an intellectual and studious
man, calm and quiet, which was what she best remembered in him,
had altogether vanished, and been succeeded by an eager, searching,
almost fierce, yet carefully guarded look. It seemed to be his wish and
purpose to mask this expression with a smile; but the latter played
him false, and flickered over his visage so derisively, that the specta-
tor could see his blackness all the better for it. Ever and anon, too,
there came a glare of red light out of his eyes; as if the old man’s soul
were on fire, and kept on smouldering duskily within his breast,
until, by some casual puff of passion, it was blown into a momentary
flame. This he repressed as speedily as possible, and strove to look as
if nothing of the kind had happened.
In a word, old Roger Chillingworth was a striking evidence of man’s
faculty of transforming himself into a devil, if he will only, for a rea-
sonable space of time, undertake a devil’s office. This unhappy person
had effected such a transformation by devoting himself, for seven years,
to the constant analysis of a heart full of torture, and deriving his enjoy-
ment thence, and adding fuel to those fiery tortures which he analyzed
and gloated over.
The scarlet letter burned on Hester Prynne’s bosom. Here was
another ruin, the responsibility of which came partly home to her.
“What see you in my face,” asked the physician, “that you look at it
so earnestly?”
“Something that would make me weep, if there were any tears
bitter enough for it,” answered she. “But let it pass! It is of yonder
miserable man that I would speak.”
“And what of him?” cried Roger Chillingworth eagerly, as if he
loved the topic, and were glad of an opportunity to discuss it with the
only person of whom he could make a confidant. “Not to hide the
truth, Mistress Hester, my thoughts happen just now to be busy with
the gentleman. So speak freely; and I will make answer.”
“When we last spake together,” said Hester, “now seven years ago, it
was your pleasure to extort a promise of secrecy, as touching the former
relation betwixt yourself and me. As the life and good fame of yonder
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man were in your hands, there seemed no choice to me, save to be
silent, in accordance with your behest. Yet it was hot without heavy
misgivings that I thus bound myself; for, having cast off all duty
towards other human beings, there remained a duty towards him; and
something whispered me that I was betraying it, in pledging myself
to keep your counsel. Since that day, no man is so near to him as you.
You tread behind his every footstep. You are beside him, sleeping
and waking. You search his thoughts. You burrow and rankle in his
heart! Your clutch is on his life, and you cause him to die daily a
living death; and still he knows you not. In permitting this, I have
surely acted a false part by the only man to whom the power was left
me to be true!”
“What choice had you?” asked Roger Chillingworth. “My finger,
pointed at this man, would have hurled him from his pulpit into a
dungeon,—thence, peradventure, to the gallows!”
“It had been better so!” said Hester Prynne.
“What evil have I done the man?” asked Roger Chillingworth
again. “I tell thee, Hester Prynne, the richest fee that ever physician
earned from monarch could not have bought such care as I have
wasted on this miserable priest! But for my aid, his life would have
burned away in torments, within the first two years after the perpe-
tration of his crime and thine. For, Hester, his spirit lacked the
strength that could have borne up, as thine has, beneath a burden like
thy scarlet letter. O, I could reveal a goodly secret! But enough! What
art can do, I have exhausted on him. That he now breathes, and
creeps about on earth, is owing all to me!”
“Better he had died at once!” said Hester Prynne.
“Yea, woman, thou sayest truly!” cried old Roger Chillingworth,
letting the lurid fire of his heart blaze out before her eyes. “Better had
he died at once! Never did mortal suffer what this man has suffered.
And all, all, in the sight of his worst enemy! He has been conscious of
me. He has felt an influence dwelling always upon him like a curse. He
knew, by some spiritual sense,—for the Creator never made another
being so sensitive as this,—he knew that no friendly hand was pulling
at his heart-strings, and that an eye was looking curiously into him,
which sought only evil, and found it. But he knew not that the eye and
hand were mine! With the superstition common to his brotherhood,
he fancied himself given over to a fiend, to be tortured with frightful
dreams, and desperate thoughts, the sting of remorse, and despair of
pardon; as a foretaste of what awaits him beyond the grave. But it was
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the constant shadow of my presence!—the closest propinquity of
the man whom he had most vilely wronged!—and who had grown
to exist only by this perpetual poison of the direst revenge!
Yea, indeed!—he did not err!—there was a fiend at his elbow!
A mortal man, with once a human heart, has become a fiend for his
especial torment!”
The unfortunate physician, while uttering these words, lifted his
hands with a look of horror, as if he had beheld some frightful shape,
which he could not recognize, usurping the place of his own image in
a glass. It was one of those moments—which sometimes occur only at
the interval of years—when a man’s moral aspect is faithfully revealed
to his mind’s eye. Not improbably, he had never before viewed him-
self as he did now.
“Hast thou not tortured him enough?” said Hester, noticing the
old man’s look. “Has he not paid thee all?”
“No!—no!—He has but increased the debt!” answered the physi-
cian; and, as he proceeded, his manner lost its fiercer characteristics,
and subsided into gloom. “Dost thou remember me, Hester, as I was
nine years agone? Even then, I was in the autumn of my days, nor was
it the early autumn. But all my life had been made up of earnest, stu-
dious, thoughtful, quiet years, bestowed faithfully for the increase of
mine own knowledge, and faithfully, too, though this latter object was
but casual to the other,—faithfully for the advancement of human
welfare. No life had been more peaceful and innocent than mine; few
lives so rich with benefits conferred. Dost thou remember me? Was
I not, though you might deem me cold, nevertheless a man thoughtful
for others, craving little for himself,—kind, true, just, and of constant,
if not warm affections? Was I not all this?”
“All this, and more,” said Hester.
“And what am I now?” demanded he, looking into her face, and per-
mitting the whole evil within him to be written on his features. “I have
already told thee what I am! A fiend! Who made me so?”
“It was myself!” cried Hester, shuddering. “It was I, not less than he.
Why hast thou not avenged thyself on me?”
“I have left thee to the scarlet letter,” replied Roger Chillingworth.
“If that have not avenged me, I can do no more!”
He laid his finger on it, with a smile.
“It has avenged thee!” answered Hester Prynne.
“I judged no less,” said the physician. “And now, what wouldst
thou with me touching this man?”
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“I must reveal the secret,” answered Hester, firmly. “He must dis-
cern thee in thy true character. What may be the result, I know not.
But this long debt of confidence, due from me to him, whose bane
and ruin I have been, shall at length be paid. So far as concerns the
overthrow or preservation of his fair fame and his earthly state, and
perchance his life, he is in thy hands. Nor do I,—whom the scarlet
letter has disciplined to truth, though it be the truth of red-hot iron,
entering into the soul,—nor do I perceive such advantage in his living
any longer a life of ghastly emptiness, that I shall stoop to implore thy
mercy. Do with him as thou wilt! There is no good for him,—no
good for me,—no good for thee! There is no good for little Pearl!
There is no path to guide us out of this dismal maze!”
“Woman, I could wellnigh pity thee!” said Roger Chillingworth,
unable to restrain a thrill of admiration too; for there was a quality almost
majestic in the despair which she expressed. “Thou hadst great elements.
Peradventure, hadst thou met earlier with a better love than mine, this
evil had not been. I pity thee, for the good that has been wasted in thy
nature!”
“And I thee,” answered Hester Prynne, “for the hatred that has trans-
formed a wise and just man to a fiend! Wilt thou yet purge it out of thee,
and be once more human? If not for his sake, then doubly for thine own!
Forgive, and leave his further retribution to the Power that claims it!
I said, but now, that there could be no good event for him, or thee, or
me, who are here wandering together in this gloomy maze of evil, and
stumbling, at every step, over the guilt wherewith we have strewn our
path. It is not so! There might be good for thee, and thee alone, since
thou hast been deeply wronged, and hast it at thy will to pardon. Wilt
thou give up that only privilege? Wilt thou reject that priceless benefit?”
“Peace, Hester, peace!” replied the old man, with gloomy sternness.
“It is not granted me to pardon. I have no such power as thou tellest
me of. My old faith, long forgotten, comes back to me, and explains all
that we do, and all we suffer. By thy first step awry, thou didst plant the
germ of evil; but, since that moment, it has all been a dark necessity.*
Ye that have wronged me are not sinful, save in a kind of typical illu-
sion; neither am I fiend-like, who have snatched a fiend’s office from
his hands. It is our fate. Let the black flower blossom as it may! Now
go thy ways, and deal as thou wilt with yonder man.”
He waved his hand, and betook himself again to his employment
of gathering herbs.
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hester and pearl
“Thou wilt love her dearly,” repeated Hester Prynne, as she and the
minister sat watching little Pearl. “Dost thou not think her beautiful?
And see with what natural skill she has made those simple flowers
adorn her! Had she gathered pearls, and diamonds, and rubies, in the
wood, they could not have become her better. She is a splendid child!
But I know whose brow she has!”
“Dost thou know, Hester,” said Arthur Dimmesdale, with an unquiet
smile, “that this dear child, tripping about always at thy side, hath
caused me many an alarm? Methought—O Hester, what a thought is
that, and how terrible to dread it!—that my own features were partly
repeated in her face, and so strikingly that the world might see them!
But she is mostly thine!”
“No, no! Not mostly!” answered the mother with a tender smile.
“A little longer, and thou needest not to be afraid to trace whose child
she is. But how strangely beautiful she looks, with those wild flowers
in her hair! It is as if one of the fairies, whom we left in our dear old
England,* had decked her out to meet us.”
It was with a feeling which neither of them had ever before experi-
enced, that they sat and watched Pearl’s slow advance. In her was vis-
ible the tie that united them. She had been offered to the world, these
seven years past, as the living hieroglyphic,* in which was revealed the
secret they so darkly sought to hide,—all written in this symbol,—all
plainly manifest,—had there been a prophet or magician skilled to
read the character of flame! And Pearl was the oneness of their being.
Be the foregone evil what it might, how could they doubt that their
earthly lives and future destinies were conjoined, when they beheld
at once the material union, and the spiritual idea, in whom they met,
and were to dwell immortally together? Thoughts like these—and
perhaps other thoughts, which they did not acknowledge or define—
threw an awe about the child, as she came onward.
“Let her see nothing strange—no passion nor eagerness—in thy
way of accosting her,” whispered Hester. “Our Pearl is a fitful and fan-
tastic little elf, sometimes. Especially, she is seldom tolerant of emotion,
when she does not fully comprehend the why and wherefore. But the
child hath strong affections! She loves me, and will love thee!”
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“Thou canst not think,” said the minister, glancing aside at Hester
Prynne, “how my heart dreads this interview, and yearns for it! But, in
truth, as I already told thee, children are not readily won to be famil-
iar with me. They will not climb my knee, nor prattle in my ear, nor
answer to my smile; but stand apart, and eye me strangely. Even little
babes, when I take them in my arms, weep bitterly. Yet Pearl, twice in
her little lifetime, hath been kind to me! The first time,—thou know-
est it well! The last was when thou ledst her with thee to the house of
yonder stern old Governor.”
“And thou didst plead so bravely in her behalf and mine!” answered
the mother. “I remember it; and so shall little Pearl. Fear nothing! She
may be strange and shy at first, but will soon learn to love thee!”
By this time Pearl had reached the margin of the brook, and stood
on the farther side, gazing silently at Hester and the clergyman, who still
sat together on the mossy tree-trunk, waiting to receive her. Just where
she had paused the brook chanced to form a pool, so smooth and quiet
that it reflected a perfect image of her little figure, with all the brilliant
picturesqueness of her beauty, in its adornment of flowers and wreathed
foliage, but more refined and spiritualized than the reality. This image,
so nearly identical with the living Pearl, seemed to communicate some-
what of its own shadowy and intangible quality to the child herself.
It was strange, the way in which Pearl stood, looking so stedfastly at
them through the dim medium of the forest-gloom; herself, mean-
while, all glorified with a ray of sunshine, that was attracted thitherward
as by a certain sympathy. In the brook beneath stood another child,—
another and the same,—with likewise its ray of golden light. Hester felt
herself, in some indistinct and tantalizing manner, estranged from Pearl;
as if the child, in her lonely ramble through the forest, had strayed out
of the sphere in which she and her mother dwelt together, and was now
vainly seeking to return to it.
There was both truth and error in the impression; the child and
mother were estranged, but through Hester’s fault, not Pearl’s. Since
the latter rambled from her side, another inmate had been admitted
within the circle of the mother’s feelings, and so modified the aspect
of them all, that Pearl, the returning wanderer, could not find her
wonted place, and hardly knew where she was.
“I have a strange fancy,” observed the sensitive minister, “that this
brook is the boundary between two worlds, and that thou canst never
meet thy Pearl again. Or is she an elfish spirit, who, as the legends of
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our childhood taught us, is forbidden to cross a running stream? Pray
hasten her; for this delay has already imparted a tremor to my nerves.”
“Come, dearest child!” said Hester encouragingly, and stretching
out both her arms. “How slow thou art! When hast thou been so slug-
gish before now? Here is a friend of mine, who must be thy friend
also. Thou wilt have twice as much love, henceforward, as thy mother
alone could give thee! Leap across the brook and come to us. Thou canst
leap like a young deer!”
Pearl, without responding in any manner to these honey-sweet
expressions, remained on the other side of the brook. Now she fixed
her bright, wild eyes* on her mother, now on the minister, and now
included them both in the same glance; as if to detect and explain to
herself the relation which they bore to one another. For some unac-
countable reason, as Arthur Dimmesdale felt the child’s eyes upon
himself, his hand—with that gesture so habitual as to have become
involuntary—stole over his heart. At length, assuming a singular air
of authority, Pearl stretched out her hand, with the small forefinger
extended, and pointing evidently towards her mother’s breast. And
beneath, in the mirror of the brook, there was the flower-girdled and
sunny image of little Pearl, pointing her small forefinger too.
“Thou strange child, why dost thou not come to me?” exclaimed
Hester.
Pearl still pointed with her forefinger; and a frown gathered on her
brow; the more impressive from the childish, the almost baby-like
aspect of the features that conveyed it. As her mother still kept beck-
oning to her, and arraying her face in a holiday suit of unaccustomed
smiles, the child stamped her foot with a yet more imperious look
and gesture. In the brook, again, was the fantastic beauty of the
image, with its reflected frown, its pointed finger, and imperious ges-
ture, giving emphasis to the aspect of little Pearl.
“Hasten, Pearl; or I shall be angry with thee!” cried Hester Prynne,
who, however inured to such behaviour on the elf-child’s part at other
seasons, was naturally anxious for a more seemly deportment now.
“Leap across the brook, naughty child, and run hither! Else I must come
to thee!”
But Pearl, not a whit startled at her mother’s threats, any more
than mollified by her entreaties, now suddenly burst into a fit of pas-
sion, gesticulating violently, and throwing her small figure into the
most extravagant contortions. She accompanied this wild outbreak
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with piercing shrieks, which the woods reverberated on all sides; so
that, alone as she was in her childish and unreasonable wrath, it
seemed as if a hidden multitude were lending her their sympathy and
encouragement. Seen in the brook, once more, was the shadowy wrath
of Pearl’s image, crowned and girdled with flowers, but stamping its
foot, wildly gesticulating, and, in the midst of all, still pointing its small
forefinger at Hester’s bosom!
“I see what ails the child,” whispered Hester to the clergyman,
and turning pale in spite of a strong effort to conceal her trouble and
annoyance. “Children will not abide any, the slightest, change in the
accustomed aspect of things that are daily before their eyes. Pearl
misses something which she has always seen me wear!”
“I pray you,” answered the minister, “if thou hast any means of
pacifying the child, do it forthwith! Save it were the cankered wrath
of an old witch, like Mistress Hibbins,” added he, attempting to smile,
“I know nothing that I would not sooner encounter than this passion
in a child. In Pearl’s young beauty, as in the wrinkled witch, it has a
preternatural effect. Pacify her, if thou lovest me!”
Hester turned again towards Pearl, with a crimson blush upon her
cheek, a conscious glance aside at the clergyman, and then a heavy
sigh; while, even before she had time to speak, the blush yielded to a
deadly pallor.
“Pearl,” said she, sadly, “look down at thy feet! There!—before
thee!—on the hither side of the brook!”
The child turned her eyes to the point indicated; and there lay the
scarlet letter, so close upon the margin of the stream, that the gold
embroidery was reflected in it.
“Bring it hither!” said Hester.
“Come thou and take it up!” answered Pearl.
“Was ever such a child!” observed Hester aside to the minister.
“O, I have much to tell thee about her. But, in very truth, she is right
as regards this hateful token. I must bear its torture yet a little
longer,—only a few days longer,—until we shall have left this region,
and look back hither as to a land which we have dreamed of. The forest
cannot hide it! The mid-ocean shall take it from my hand, and swallow
it up for ever!”
With these words, she advanced to the margin of the brook, took
up the scarlet letter, and fastened it again into her bosom. Hopefully,
but a moment ago, as Hester had spoken of drowning it in the deep
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sea, there was a sense of inevitable doom upon her, as she thus received
back this deadly symbol from the hand of fate. She had flung it into
infinite space!—she had drawn an hour’s free breath!—and here
again was the scarlet misery, glittering on the old spot! So it ever is,
whether thus typified or no, that an evil deed invests itself with the
character of doom. Hester next gathered up the heavy tresses of her
hair, and confined them beneath her cap. As if there were a wither-
ing spell in the sad letter, her beauty, the warmth and richness of her
womanhood, departed, like fading sunshine; and a gray shadow
seemed to fall across her.
When the dreary change was wrought, she extended her hand to Pearl.
“Dost thou know thy mother now, child?” asked she, reproach-
fully, but with a subdued tone. “Wilt thou come across the brook,
and own thy mother, now that she has her shame upon her,—now
that she is sad?”
“Yes; now I will!” answered the child, bounding across the brook,
and clasping Hester in her arms. “Now thou art my mother indeed!
And I am thy little Pearl!”
In a mood of tenderness that was not usual with her, she drew down
her mother’s head, and kissed her brow and both her cheeks. But
then—by a kind of necessity that always impelled this child to alloy
whatever comfort she might chance to give with a throb of anguish—
Pearl put up her mouth, and kissed the scarlet letter too!
“That was not kind!” said Hester. “When thou hast shown me a
little love, thou mockest me!”
“Why doth the minister sit yonder?” asked Pearl.
“He waits to welcome thee,” replied her mother. “Come thou, and
entreat his blessing! He loves thee, my little Pearl, and loves thy
mother too. Wilt thou not love him? Come! he longs to greet thee!”
“Doth he love us?” said Pearl, looking up with acute intelligence
into her mother’s face. “Will he go back with us, hand in hand, we
three together, into the town?”
“Not now, dear child,” answered Hester. “But in days to come he
will walk hand in hand with us. We will have a home and fireside of
our own; and thou shalt sit upon his knee; and he will teach thee many
things, and love thee dearly. Thou wilt love him; wilt thou not?”
“And will he always keep his hand over his heart?” inquired Pearl.
“Foolish child, what a question is that!” exclaimed her mother.
“Come and ask his blessing!”
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But, whether influenced by the jealousy that seems instinctive with
every petted child towards a dangerous rival, or from whatever caprice
of her freakish nature, Pearl would show no favor to the clergyman. It
was only by an exertion of force that her mother brought her up to
him, hanging back, and manifesting her reluctance by odd grimaces;
of which, ever since her babyhood, she had possessed a singular variety,
and could transform her mobile physiognomy into a series of different
aspects, with a new mischief in them, each and all. The minister—
painfully embarrassed, but hoping that a kiss might prove a talisman
to admit him into the child’s kindlier regards—bent forward, and
impressed one on her brow. Hereupon, Pearl broke away from her
mother, and, running to the brook, stooped over it, and bathed her
forehead, until the unwelcome kiss was quite washed off, and diffused
through a long lapse of the gliding water. She then remained apart,
silently watching Hester and the clergyman; while they talked together,
and made such arrangements as were suggested by their new position,
and the purposes soon to be fulfilled.
And now this fateful interview had come to a close. The dell was to
be left a solitude among its dark, old trees, which, with their multitudi-
nous tongues, would whisper long of what had passed there, and no
mortal be the wiser. And the melancholy brook would add this other
tale to the mystery with which its little heart was already overbur-
dened, and whereof it still kept up a murmuring babble, with not a
whit more cheerfulness of tone than for ages heretofore.
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the minister in a maze
Betimes in the morning of the day on which the new Governor was
to receive his office at the hands of the people, Hester Prynne and little
Pearl came into the market-place. It was already thronged with the
craftsmen and other plebeian inhabitants of the town, in considerable
numbers; among whom, likewise, were many rough figures, whose
attire of deer-skins marked them as belonging to some of the forest
settlements, which surrounded the little metropolis of the colony.
On this public holiday, as on all other occasions, for seven years past,
Hester was clad in a garment of coarse gray cloth. Not more by its hue
than by some indescribable peculiarity in its fashion, it had the effect of
making her fade personally out of sight and outline; while, again, the
scarlet letter brought her back from this twilight indistinctness, and
revealed her under the moral aspect of its own illumination. Her face,
so long familiar to the townspeople, showed the marble quietude which
they were accustomed to behold there. It was like a mask; or rather,
like the frozen calmness of a dead woman’s features; owing this dreary
resemblance to the fact that Hester was actually dead, in respect to any
claim of sympathy, and had departed out of the world with which she
still seemed to mingle.
It might be, on this one day, that there was an expression unseen
before, nor, indeed, vivid enough to be detected now; unless some
preternaturally gifted observer should have first read the heart, and
have afterwards sought a corresponding development in the counte-
nance and mien. Such a spiritual seer might have conceived, that, after
sustaining the gaze of the multitude through seven miserable years as
a necessity, a penance, and something which it was a stern religion to
endure, she now, for one last time more, encountered it freely and vol-
untarily, in order to convert what had so long been agony into a kind
of triumph. “Look your last on the scarlet letter and its wearer!”—the
people’s victim and life-long bondslave, as they fancied her, might say
to them. “Yet a little while, and she will be beyond your reach! A few
hours longer, and the deep, mysterious ocean will quench and hide for
ever the symbol which ye have caused to burn upon her bosom!” Nor
were it an inconsistency too improbable to be assigned to human nature,
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should we suppose a feeling of regret in Hester’s mind, at the moment
when she was about to win her freedom from the pain which had been
thus deeply incorporated with her being. Might there not be an irre-
sistible desire to quaff a last, long, breathless draught of the cup of
wormwood and aloes, with which nearly all her years of womanhood
had been perpetually flavored? The wine of life, henceforth to be
presented to her lips, must be indeed rich, delicious, and exhilarat-
ing, in its chased and golden beaker; or else leave an inevitable and
weary languor, after the lees of bitterness wherewith she had been
drugged, as with a cordial of intensest potency.
Pearl was decked out with airy gayety. It would have been impos-
sible to guess that this bright and sunny apparition owed its existence
to the shape of gloomy gray; or that a fancy, at once so gorgeous and
so delicate as must have been requisite to contrive the child’s apparel,
was the same that had achieved a task perhaps more difficult, in impart-
ing so distinct a peculiarity to Hester’s simple robe. The dress, so
proper was it to little Pearl, seemed an effluence, or inevitable devel-
opment and outward manifestation of her character, no more to be sep-
arated from her than the many-hued brilliancy from a butterfly’s wing,
or the painted glory from the leaf of a bright flower. As with these,
so with the child; her garb was all of one idea with her nature. On this
eventful day, moreover, there was a certain singular inquietude and
excitement in her mood, resembling nothing so much as the shimmer
of a diamond, that sparkles and flashes with the varied throbbings of the
breast on which it is displayed. Children have always a sympathy in the
agitations of those connected with them; always, especially, a sense of
any trouble or impending revolution, of whatever kind, in domestic cir-
cumstances; and therefore Pearl, who was the gem on her mother’s
unquiet bosom, betrayed, by the very dance of her spirits, the emotions
which none could detect in the marble passiveness of Hester’s brow.
This effervescence made her flit with a bird-like movement, rather
than walk by her mother’s side. She broke continually into shouts of
a wild, inarticulate, and sometimes piercing music. When they
reached the market-place, she became still more restless, on perceiv-
ing the stir and bustle that enlivened the spot; for it was usually more
like the broad and lonesome green before a village meeting-house,
than the centre of a town’s business.
“Why, what is this, mother?” cried she. “Wherefore have all the
people left their work to-day? Is it a play-day for the whole world?
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See, there is the blacksmith! He has washed his sooty face, and put
on his Sabbath-day clothes, and looks as if he would gladly be merry,
if any kind body would only teach him how! And there is Master
Brackett, the old jailer, nodding and smiling at me. Why does he do
so, mother?”
“He remembers thee a little babe, my child,” answered Hester.
“He should not nod and smile at me, for all that,—the black,
grim, ugly-eyed old man!” said Pearl. “He may nod at thee if he will;
for thou art clad in gray, and wearest the scarlet letter. But, see,
mother, how many faces of strange people, and Indians among them,
and sailors! What have they all come to do here in the market-place?”
“They wait to see the procession pass,” said Hester. “For the
Governor and the magistrates are to go by, and the ministers, and all
the great people and good people, with the music, and the soldiers
marching before them.”
“And will the minister be there?” asked Pearl. “And will he hold
out both his hands to me, as when thou.ledst me to him from the
brook-side?”
“He will be there, child,” answered her mother. “But he will not
greet thee to-day; nor must thou greet him.”
“What a strange, sad man is he!” said the child, as if speaking partly
to herself. “In the dark night-time, he calls us to him, and holds thy
hand and mine, as when we stood with him on the scaffold yonder!
And in the deep forest, where only the old trees can hear, and the strip
of sky see it, he talks with thee, sitting on a heap of moss! And he kisses
my forehead, too, so that the little brook would hardly wash it off! But
here in the sunny day, and among all the people, he knows us not; nor
must we know him! A strange, sad man is he, with his hand always over
his heart!”
“Be quiet, Pearl! Thou understandest not these things,” said her
mother. “Think no now of the minister, but look about thee, and see
how cheery is every body’s face to-day. The children have come from
their schools, and the grown people from their workshops and their
fields, on purpose to be happy. For, to-day, a new man* is beginning
to rule over them; and so—as has been the custom of mankind ever
since a nation was first gathered—they make merry and rejoice; as if a
good and golden year were at length to pass over the poor old world!”
It was as Hester said, in regard to the unwonted jollity that bright-
ened the faces of the people. Into this festal season of the year—as it
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already was, and continued to be during the greater part of two cen-
turies—the Puritans compressed whatever mirth and public joy they
deemed allowable to human infirmity; thereby so far dispelling the
customary cloud, that, for the space of a single holiday, they appeared
scarcely more grave than most other communities at a period of gen-
eral affliction.
But we perhaps exaggerate the gray or sable tinge, which undoubt-
edly characterized the mood and manners of the age. The persons
now in the market-place of Boston had not been born to an inheri-
tance of Puritanic gloom. They were native Englishmen, whose
fathers had lived in the sunny richness of the Elizabethan epoch; a
time when the life of England, viewed as one great mass, would
appear to have been as stately, magnificent, and joyous, as the world
has ever witnessed. Had they followed their hereditary taste, the
New England settlers would have illustrated all events of public
importance by bonfires, banquets, pageantries, and processions. Nor
would it have been impracticable, in the observance of majestic cer-
emonies, to combine mirthful recreation with solemnity, and give, as
it were, a grotesque and brilliant embroidery to the great robe of state,
which a nation, at such festivals, puts on. There was some shadow of
an attempt of this kind in the mode of celebrating the day on which
the political year of the colony commenced. The dim reflection of a
remembered splendor, a colorless and manifold diluted repetition of
what they had beheld in proud old London,—we will not say at a
royal coronation, but at a Lord Mayor’s show,—might be traced in
the customs which our forefathers instituted, with reference to the
annual installation of magistrates. The fathers and founders of the
commonwealth—the statesman, the priest, and the soldier—deemed
it a duty then to assume the outward state and majesty, which, in
accordance with antique style, was looked upon as the proper garb of
public or social eminence. All came forth, to move in procession before
the people’s eye, and thus impart a needed dignity to the simple frame-
work of a government so newly constructed.
Then, too, the people were countenanced, if not encouraged, in
relaxing the severe and close application to their various modes of
rugged industry, which, at all other times, seemed of the same piece
and material with their religion. Here, it is true, were none of the
appliances which popular merriment would so readily have found in
the England of Elizabeth’s time, or that of James;—no rude shows
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of a theatrical kind; no minstrel with his harp and legendary ballad,
nor gleeman, with an ape dancing to his music; no juggler, with his
tricks of mimic witchcraft; no Merry Andrew,* to stir up the multi-
tude with jests, perhaps hundreds of years old, but still effective, by
their appeals to the very broadest sources of mirthful sympathy. All
such professors of the several branches of jocularity would have been
sternly repressed, not only by the rigid discipline of law, but by the
general sentiment which gives law its vitality. Not the less, however,
the great, honest face of the people smiled, grimly, perhaps, but widely
too. Nor were sports wanting, such as the colonists had witnessed, and
shared in, long ago, at the country fairs and on the village-greens of
England; and which it was thought well to keep alive on this new
soil, for the sake of the courage and manliness that were essential in
them. Wrestling-matches, in the differing fashions of Cornwall and
Devonshire, were seen here and there about the marketplace; in one
corner, there was a friendly bout at quarterstaff; and—what attracted
most interest of all—on the platform of the pillory, already so noted
in our pages, two masters of defence were commencing an exhibition
with the buckler and broadsword. But, much to the disappointment
of the crowd, this latter business was broken off by the interposition
of the town beadle, who had no idea of permitting the majesty of the
law to be violated by such an abuse of one of its consecrated places.
It may not be too much to affirm, on the whole, (the people being
then in the first stages of joyless deportment, and the offspring of
sires who had known how to be merry, in their day,) that they would
compare favorably, in point of holiday keeping, with their descen-
dants, even at so long an interval as ourselves. Their immediate pos-
terity, the generation next to the early emigrants, wore the blackest
shade of Puritanism, and so darkened the national visage with it, that
all the subsequent years have not sufficed to clear it up. We have yet
to learn again the forgotten art of gayety.
The picture of human life in the market-place, though its general
tint was the sad gray, brown, or black of the English emigrants, was
yet enlivened by some diversity of hue. A party of Indians—in their
savage finery of curiously embroidered deer-skin robes, wampum-
belts,* red and yellow ochre, and feathers, and armed with the bow and
arrow and stone-headed spear—stood apart, with countenances of
inflexible gravity, beyond what even the Puritan aspect could attain.
Nor, wild as were these painted barbarians, were they the wildest
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feature of the scene. This distinction could more justly be claimed by
some mariners,—a part of the crew of the vessel from the Spanish
Main,—who had come ashore to see the humors of Election Day.
They were rough-looking desperadoes, with sun-blackened faces,
and an immensity of beard; their wide, short trousers were confined
about the waist by belts, often clasped with a rough plate of gold, and
sustaining always a long knife, and, in some instances, a sword. From
beneath their broad-brimmed hats of palm-leaf, gleamed eyes which,
even in good nature and merriment, had a kind of animal ferocity.
They transgressed, without fear or scruple, the rules of behaviour that
were binding on all others; smoking tobacco under the beadle’s very
nose, although each whiff would have cost a townsman a shilling;
and quaffing, at their pleasure, draughts of wine or aquavitæ from
pocket-flasks, which they freely tendered to the gaping crowd around
them. It remarkably characterized the incomplete morality of the
age, rigid as we call it, that a license was allowed the seafaring class,
not merely for their freaks on shore, but for far more desperate deeds
on their proper element. The sailor of that day would go near to be
arraigned as a pirate in our own. There could be little doubt, for
instance, that this very ship’s crew, though no unfavorable speci-
mens of the nautical brotherhood, had been guilty, as we should
phrase it, of depredations on the Spanish commerce, such as would
have perilled all their necks in a modern court of justice.
But the sea, in those old times, heaved, swelled, and foamed very
much at its own will, or subject only to the tempestuous wind, with
hardly any attempts at regulation by human law. The buccaneer on
the wave might relinquish his calling, and become at once, if he
chose, a man of probity and piety on land; nor, even in the full career
of his reckless life, was he regarded as a personage with whom it was
disreputable to traffic, or casually associate. Thus, the Puritan elders,
in their black cloaks, starched bands, and steeple-crowned hats, smiled
not unbenignantly at the clamor and rude deportment of these jolly
seafaring men; and it excited neither surprise nor animadversion
when so reputable a citizen as old Roger Chillingworth, the physi-
cian, was seen to enter the market-place, in close and familiar talk
with the commander of the questionable vessel.
The latter was by far the most showy and gallant figure, so far as
apparel went, anywhere to be seen among the multitude. He wore a
profusion of ribbons on his garment, and gold lace on his hat, which
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was also encircled by a gold chain, and surmounted with a feather.
There was a sword at his side, and a sword-cut on his forehead, which,
by the arrangement of his hair, he seemed anxious rather to display
than hide. A landsman could hardly have worn this garb and shown
this face, and worn and shown them both with such a galliard* air,
without undergoing stern question before a magistrate, and probably
incurring fine or imprisonment, or perhaps an exhibition in the
stocks. As regarded the shipmaster, however, all was looked upon as
pertaining to the character, as to a fish his glistening scales.
After parting from the physician, the commander of the Bristol ship
strolled idly through the market-place; until, happening to approach
the spot where Hester Prynne was standing, he appeared to recognize,
and did not hesitate to address her. As was usually the case wherever
Hester stood, a small, vacant area—a sort of magic circle—had formed
itself about her, into which, though the people were elbowing one
another at a little distance, none ventured, or felt disposed to intrude.
It was a forcible type of the moral solitude in which the scarlet letter
enveloped its fated wearer; partly by her own reserve, and partly by the
instinctive, though no longer so unkindly, withdrawal of her fellow-
creatures. Now, if never before, it answered a good purpose, by enabling
Hester and the seaman to speak together without risk of being over-
heard; and so changed was Hester Prynne’s repute before the public,
that the matron in town most eminent for rigid morality could not
have held such intercourse with less result of scandal than herself.
“So, mistress,” said the mariner, “I must bid the steward make ready
one more berth than you bargained for! No fear of scurvy or ship-fever,
this voyage! What with the ship’s surgeon and this other doctor, our
only danger will be from drug or pill; more by token, as there is a lot of
apothecary’s stuff aboard, which I traded for with a Spanish vessel.”
“What mean you?” inquired Hester, startled more than she per-
mitted to appear. “Have you another passenger?”
“Why, know you not,” cried the shipmaster, “that this physician
here—Chillingworth, he calls himself—is minded to try my cabin-
fare with you? Ay, ay, you must have known it; for he tells me he is
of your party, and a close friend to the gentleman you spoke of,—he
that is in peril from these sour old Puritan rulers!”
“They know each other well, indeed,” replied Hester, with a mien
of calmness, though in the utmost consternation. “They have long
dwelt together.”
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Nothing further passed between the mariner and Hester Prynne.
But, at that instant, she beheld old Roger Chillingworth himself,
standing in the remotest corner of the market-place, and smiling on
her; a smile which—across the wide and bustling square, and through
all the talk and laughter, and various thoughts, moods, and interests of
the crowd—conveyed secret and fearful meaning.
XXII
the procession
Before Hester Prynne could call together her thoughts, and consider
what was practicable to be done in this new and startling aspect of
affairs, the sound of military music was heard approaching along a con-
tiguous street. It denoted the advance of the procession of magistrates
and citizens, on its way towards the meeting-house; where, in compli-
ance with a custom thus early established, and ever since observed, the
Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale was to deliver an Election Sermon.
Soon the head of the procession showed itself, with a slow and stately
march, turning a corner, and making its way across the market-place.
First came the music. It comprised a variety of instruments, perhaps
imperfectly adapted to one another, and played with no great skill,
but yet attaining the great object for which the harmony of drum and
clarion addresses itself to the multitude,—that of imparting a higher
and more heroic air to the scene of life that passes before the eye.
Little Pearl at first clapped her hands, but then lost, for an instant,
the restless agitation that had kept her in a continual effervescence
throughout the morning; she gazed silently, and seemed to be borne
upward, like a floating sea-bird, on the long heaves and swells of sound.
But she was brought back to her former mood by the shimmer of the
sunshine on the weapons and bright armour of the military company,
which followed after the music, and formed the honorary escort of
the procession. This body of soldiery—which still sustains a corpo-
rate existence,* and marches down from past ages with an ancient
and honorable fame—was composed of no mercenary materials. Its
ranks were filled with gentlemen, who felt the stirrings of martial
impulse, and sought to establish a kind of College of Arms,* where, as
in an association of Knights Templars,* they might learn the science,
and, so far as peaceful exercise would teach them, the practices of war.
The high estimation then placed upon the military character might
be seen in the lofty port of each individual member of the company.
Some of them, indeed, by their services in the Low Countries and on
other fields of European warfare, had fairly won their title to assume
the name and pomp of soldiership. The entire array, moreover, clad
in burnished steel, and with plumage nodding over their bright
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morions,* had a brilliancy of effect which no modern display can
aspire to equal.
And yet the men of civil eminence, who came immediately behind
the military escort, were better worth a thoughtful observer’s eye.
Even in outward demeanour they showed a stamp of majesty that
made the warrior’s haughty stride look vulgar, if not absurd. It was
an age when what we call talent had far less consideration than now,
but the massive materials which produce stability and dignity of
character a great deal more. The people possessed, by hereditary
right, the quality of reverence; which, in their descendants, if it sur-
vive at all, exists in smaller proportion, and with a vastly diminished
force in the selection and estimate of public men. The change may be
for good or ill, and is partly, perhaps, for both. In that old day, the
English settler on these rude shores,—having left king, nobles, and
all degrees of awful rank behind, while still the faculty and necessity
of reverence were strong in him,—bestowed it on the white hair and
venerable brow of age; on long-tried integrity; on solid wisdom and
sad-colored experience; on endowments of that grave and weighty
order, which gives the idea of permanence, and comes under the general
definition of respectability. These primitive statesmen, therefore,—
Bradstreet, Endicott, Dudley,* Bellingham, and their compeers,—who
were elevated to power by the early choice of the people, seem to
have been not often brilliant, but distinguished by a ponderous sobriety,
rather than activity of intellect. They had fortitude and self-reliance,
and, in time of difficulty or peril, stood up for the welfare of the state like
a line of cliffs against a tempestuous tide. The traits of character here
indicated were well represented in the square cast of countenance and
large physical development of the new colonial magistrates. So far as a
demeanour of natural authority was concerned, the mother country
need not have been ashamed to see these foremost men of an actual
democracy adopted into the House of Peers, or made the Privy Council
of the sovereign.
Next in order to the magistrates came the young and eminently
distinguished divine, from whose lips the religious discourse of the
anniversary was expected. His was the profession, at that era, in
which intellectual ability displayed itself far more than in political
life; for—leaving a higher motive out of the question—it offered
inducements powerful enough, in the almost worshipping respect of
the community, to win the most aspiring ambition into its service.
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Even political power—as in the case of Increase Mather*—was within
the grasp of a successful priest.
It was the observation of those who beheld him now, that never,
since Mr. Dimmesdale first set his foot on the New England shore,
had he exhibited such energy as was seen in the gait and air with
which he kept his pace in the procession. There was no feebleness of
step, as at other times; his frame was not bent; nor did his hand rest
ominously upon his heart. Yet, if the clergyman were rightly viewed,
his strength seemed not of the body. It might be spiritual, and imparted
to him by angelic ministrations. It might be the exhilaration of that potent
cordial, which is distilled only in the furnace-glow of earnest and long-
continued thought. Or, perchance, his sensitive temperament was invig-
orated by the loud and piercing music, that swelled heavenward, and
uplifted him on its ascending wave. Nevertheless, so abstracted was
his look, it might be questioned whether Mr. Dimmesdale even heard
the music. There was his body, moving onward, and with an unaccus-
tomed force. But where was his mind? Far and deep in its own region,
busying itself, with preternatural activity, to marshal a procession of
stately thoughts that were soon to issue thence; and so he saw nothing,
heard nothing, knew nothing, of what was around him; but the spiritual
element took up the feeble frame, and carried it along, unconscious
of the burden, and converting it to spirit like itself. Men of uncommon
intellect, who have grown morbid, possess this occasional power of
mighty effort, into which they throw the life of many days, and then
are lifeless for as many more.
Hester Prynne, gazing stedfastly at the clergyman, felt a dreary
influence come over her, but wherefore or whence she knew not; unless
that he seemed so remote from her own sphere, and utterly beyond
her reach. One glance of recognition, she had imagined, must needs
pass between them. She thought of the dim forest, with its little dell
of solitude, and love, and anguish, and the mossy tree-trunk, where,
sitting hand in hand, they had mingled their sad and passionate talk
with the melancholy murmur of the brook. How deeply had they
known each other then! And was this the man? She hardly knew him
now! He, moving proudly past, enveloped, as it were, in the rich music,
with the procession of majestic and venerable fathers; he, so unat-
tainable in his worldly position, and still more so in that far vista of his
unsympathizing thoughts, through which she now beheld him! Her
spirit sank with the idea that all must have been a delusion, and that,
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vividly as she had dreamed it, there could be no real bond betwixt the
clergyman and herself. And thus much of woman was there in Hester,
that she could scarcely forgive him,—least of all now, when the heavy
footstep of their approaching Fate might be heard, nearer, nearer,
nearer!—for being able so completely to withdraw himself from their
mutual world; while she groped darkly, and stretched forth her cold
hands, and found him not.
Pearl either saw and responded to her mother’s feelings, or herself felt
the remoteness and intangibility that had fallen around the minister.
While the procession passed, the child was uneasy, fluttering up and
down, like a bird on the point of taking flight. When the whole had
gone by, she looked up into Hester’s face.
“Mother,” said she, “was that the same minister that kissed me by
the brook?”
“Hold thy peace, dear little Pearl!” whispered her mother. “We must
not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.”
“I could not be sure that it was he; so strange he looked,” continued
the child. “Else I would have run to him, and bid him kiss me now,
before all the people; even as he did yonder among the dark old trees.
What would the minister have said, mother? Would he have clapped
his hand over his heart, and scowled on me, and bid me begone?”
“What should he say, Pearl,” answered Hester, “save that it was
no time to kiss, and that kisses are not to be given in the market-
place? Well for thee, foolish child, that thou didst not speak to him!”
Another shade of the same sentiment, in reference to Mr. Dimmesdale,
was expressed by a person whose eccentricities—or insanity, as we
should term it—led her to do what few of the townspeople would have
ventured on; to begin a conversation with the wearer of the scarlet letter,
in public. It was Mistress Hibbins, who, arrayed in great magnificence,
with a triple ruff, a broidered stomacher,* a gown of rich velvet, and a
gold-headed cane, had come forth to see the procession. As this ancient
lady had the renown (which subsequently cost her no less a price than
her life) of being a principal actor in all the works of necromancy that
were continually going forward, the crowd gave way before her, and
seemed to fear the touch of her garment, as if it carried the plague among
its gorgeous folds. Seen in conjunction with Hester Prynne,—kindly as
so many now felt towards the latter,—the dread inspired by Mistress
Hibbins was doubled, and caused a general movement from that part of
the market-place in which the two women stood.
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“Now, what mortal imagination could conceive it!” whispered the
old lady confidentially to Hester. “Yonder divine man! That saint on
earth, as the people uphold him to be, and as—I must needs say—he
really looks! Who, now, that saw him pass in the procession, would
think how little while it is since he went forth out of his study,—
chewing a Hebrew text of Scripture in his mouth, I warrant,—to
take an airing in the forest! Aha! we know what that means, Hester
Prynne! But, truly, forsooth, I find it hard to believe him the same
man. Many a church-member saw I, walking behind the music, that
has danced in the same measure with me, when Somebody was fiddler,
and, it might be, an Indian powwow* or a Lapland wizard changing
hands with us! That is but a trifle, when a woman knows the world.
But this minister! Couldst thou surely tell, Hester, whether he was
the same man that encountered thee on the forest-path!”
“Madam, I know not of what you speak,” answered Hester Prynne,
feeling Mistress Hibbins to be of infirm mind; yet strangely startled
and awe-stricken by the confidence with which she affirmed a per-
sonal connection between so many persons (herself among them) and
the Evil One. “It is not for me to talk lightly of a learned and pious
minister of the Word, like the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale!”
“Fie, woman, fie!” cried the old lady, shaking her finger at Hester.
“Dost thou think I have been to the forest so many times, and have
yet no skill to judge who else has been there? Yea; though no leaf of
the wild garlands, which they wore while they danced, be left in their
hair! I know thee, Hester; for I behold the token. We may all see it in the
sunshine; and it glows like a red flame in the dark. Thou wearest it
openly; so there need be no question about that. But this minister! Let
me tell thee in thine ear! When the Black Man sees one of his own ser-
vants, signed and sealed, so shy of owning to the bond as is the Reverend
Mr. Dimmesdale, he hath a way of ordering matters so that the mark
shall be disclosed in open daylight to the eyes of all the world! What
is it that the minister seeks to hide, with his hand always over his
heart? Ha, Hester Prynne!”
“What is it, good Mistress Hibbins?” eagerly asked little Pearl.
“Hast thou seen it?”
“No matter, darling!” responded Mistress Hibbins, making Pearl
a profound reverence. “Thou thyself wilt see it, one time or another.
They say, child, thou art of the lineage of the Prince of the Air!* Wilt
thou ride with me, some fine night, to see thy father? Then thou shalt
know wherefore the minister keeps his hand over his heart!”
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Laughing so shrilly that all the market-place could hear her, the
weird old gentlewoman took her departure.
By this time the preliminary prayer had been offered in the meet-
ing-house, and the accents of the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale were
heard commencing his discourse. An irresistible feeling kept Hester
near the spot. As the sacred edifice was too much thronged to admit
another auditor, she took up her position close beside the scaffold of
the pillory. It was in sufficient proximity to bring the whole sermon
to her ears, in the shape of an indistinct, but varied, murmur and
flow of the minister’s very peculiar voice.
This vocal organ was in itself a rich endowment; insomuch that a lis-
tener, comprehending nothing of the language in which the preacher
spoke, might still have been swayed to and fro by the mere tone and
cadence. Like all other music, it breathed passion and pathos, and emo-
tions high or tender, in a tongue native to the human heart, wherever
educated. Muffled as the sound was by its passage through the church-
walls, Hester Prynne listened with such intentness, and sympathized so
intimately, that the sermon had throughout a meaning for her, entirely
apart from its indistinguishable words. These, perhaps, if more dis-
tinctly heard, might have been only a grosser medium, and have clogged
the spiritual sense. Now she caught the low undertone, as of the wind
sinking down to repose itself; then ascended with it, as it rose through
progressive gradations of sweetness and power, until its volume seemed
to envelop her with an atmosphere of awe and solemn grandeur. And yet,
majestic as the voice sometimes became, there was for ever in it an essen-
tial character of plaintiveness. A loud or low expression of anguish,—the
whisper, or the shriek, as it might be conceived, of suffering humanity,
that touched a sensibility in every bosom! At times this deep strain of
pathos was all that could be heard, and scarcely heard, sighing amid a
desolate silence. But even when the minister’s voice grew high and com-
manding,—when it gushed irrepressibly upward,—when it assumed
its utmost breadth and power, so overfilling the church as to burst its
way through the solid walls, and diffuse itself in the open air,—still, if
the auditor listened intently, and for the purpose, he could detect the
same cry of pain. What was it? The complaint of a human heart,
sorrow-laden, perchance guilty, telling its secret, whether of guilt or
sorrow, to the great heart of mankind; beseeching its sympathy or for-
giveness,—at every moment,—in each accent,—and never in vain! It
was this profound and continual undertone that gave the clergyman his
most appropriate power.
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During all this time Hester stood, statue-like, at the foot of the
scaffold. If the minister’s voice had not kept her there, there would nev-
ertheless have been an inevitable magnetism in that spot, whence she
dated the first hour of her life of ignominy. There was a sense within
her,—too ill-defined to be made a thought, but weighing heavily on
her mind,—that her whole orb of life, both before and after, was con-
nected with this spot, as with the one point that gave it unity.
Little Pearl, meanwhile, had quitted her mother’s side, and was
playing at her own will about the market-place. She made the sombre
crowd cheerful by her erratic and glistening ray; even as a bird of
bright plumage illuminates a whole tree of dusky foliage by darting
to and fro, half seen and half concealed, amid the twilight of the clus-
tering leaves. She had an undulating, but, oftentimes, a sharp and
irregular movement. It indicated the restless vivacity of her spirit,
which to-day was doubly indefatigable in its tiptoe dance, because it was
played upon and vibrated with her mother’s disquietude. Whenever
Pearl saw any thing to excite her ever active and wandering curiosity,
she flew thitherward, and, as we might say, seized upon that man or
thing as her own property, so far as she desired it; but without yield-
ing the minutest degree of control over her motions in requital. The
Puritans looked on, and, if they smiled, were none the less inclined to
pronounce the child a demon offspring, from the indescribable charm
of beauty and eccentricity that shone through her little figure, and
sparkled with its activity. She ran and looked the wild Indian in the
face; and he grew conscious of a nature wilder than his own. Thence,
with native audacity, but still with a reserve as characteristic, she flew
into the midst of a group of mariners, the swarthy-cheeked wild men
of the ocean, as the Indians were of the land; and they gazed wonder-
ingly and admiringly at Pearl, as if a flake of the sea-foam had taken the
shape of a little maid, and were gifted with a soul of the sea-fire, that
flashes beneath the prow in the night-time.
One of these seafaring men—the shipmaster, indeed, who had
spoken to Hester Prynne—was so smitten with Pearl’s aspect, that
he attempted to lay hands upon her, with purpose to snatch a kiss.
Finding it as impossible to touch her as to catch a humming-bird in
the air, he took from his hat the gold chain that was twisted about it,
and threw it to the child. Pearl immediately twined it around her
neck and waist, with such happy skill, that, once seen there, it
became a part of her, and it was difficult to imagine her without it.
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“Thy mother is yonder woman with the scarlet letter,” said the
seaman. “Wilt thou carry her a message from me?”
“If the message pleases me I will,” answered Pearl.
“Then tell her,” rejoined he, “that I spake again with the black-
a-visaged, hump-shouldered old doctor, and he engages to bring his
friend, the gentleman she wots of, aboard with him. So let thy
mother take no thought, save for herself and thee. Wilt thou tell her
this, thou witch-baby?”
“Mistress Hibbins says my father is the Prince of the Air!” cried
Pearl, with her naughty smile. “If thou callest me that ill name, I shall
tell him of thee; and he will chase thy ship with a tempest!”*
Pursuing a zigzag course across the market-place, the child
returned to her mother, and communicated what the mariner had
said. Hester’s strong, calm, stedfastly enduring spirit almost sank, at
last, on beholding this dark and grim countenance of an inevitable
doom, which—at the moment when a passage seemed to open for
the minister and herself out of their labyrinth of misery—showed
itself, with an unrelenting smile, right in the midst of their path.
With her mind harassed by the terrible perplexity in which the
shipmaster’s intelligence involved her, she was also subjected to
another trial. There were many people present, from the country
roundabout, who had often heard of the scarlet letter, and to whom
it had been made terrific by a hundred false or exaggerated rumors,
but who had never beheld it with their own bodily eyes. These, after
exhausting other modes of amusement, now thronged about Hester
Prynne with rude and boorish intrusiveness. Unscrupulous as it was,
however, it could not bring them nearer than a circuit of several
yards. At that distance they accordingly stood, fixed there by the cen-
trifugal force of the repugnance which the mystic symbol inspired.
The whole gang of sailors, likewise, observing the press of spectators,
and learning the purport of the scarlet letter, came and thrust their
sunburnt and desperado-looking faces into the ring. Even the Indians
were affected by a sort of cold shadow of the white man’s curiosity,
and, gliding through the crowd, fastened their snake-like black eyes
on Hester’s bosom; conceiving, perhaps, that the wearer of this bril-
liantly embroidered badge must needs be a personage of high dignity
among her people. Lastly, the inhabitants of the town (their own
interest in this worn-out subject languidly reviving itself, by sympa-
thy with what they saw others feel) lounged idly to the same quarter,
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and tormented Hester Prynne, perhaps more than all the rest, with
their cool, well-acquainted gaze at her familiar shame. Hester saw and
recognized the self-same faces of that group of matrons, who had
awaited her forthcoming from the prison-door, seven years ago; all save
one, the youngest and only compassionate among them, whose burial-
robe she had since made. At the final hour, when she was so soon to
fling aside the burning letter, it had strangely become the centre of
more remark and excitement, and was thus made to sear her breast more
painfully, than at any time since the first day she put it on.
While Hester stood in that magic circle of ignominy, where the
cunning cruelty of her sentence seemed to have fixed her for ever, the
admirable preacher was looking down from the sacred pulpit upon an
audience, whose very inmost spirits had yielded to his control. The
sainted minister in the church! The woman of the scarlet letter in the
market-place! What imagination would have been irreverent enough
to surmise that the same scorching stigma was on them both?
XXIII
the revelation of the scarlet letter
The eloquent voice, on which the souls of the listening audience had
been borne aloft, as on the swelling waves of the sea, at length came
to a pause. There was a momentary silence, profound as what should
follow the utterance of oracles. Then ensued a murmur and half-hushed
tumult; as if the auditors, released from the high spell that had trans-
ported them into the region of another’s mind, were returning into them-
selves, with all their awe and wonder still heavy on them. In a moment
more, the crowd began to gush forth from the doors of the church. Now
that there was an end, they needed other breath, more fit to support the
gross and earthly life into which they relapsed, than that atmosphere
which the preacher had converted into words of flame, and had burdened
with the rich fragrance of his thought.
In the open air their rapture broke into speech. The street and the
market-place absolutely babbled, from side to side, with applauses of
the minister. His hearers could not rest until they had told one another
of what each knew better than he could tell or hear. According to their
united testimony, never had man spoken in so wise, so high, and so holy
a spirit, as he that spake this day; nor had inspiration ever breathed
through mortal lips more evidently than it did through his. Its influence
could be seen, as it were, descending upon him, and possessing him,
and continually lifting him out of the written discourse that lay before
him, and filling him with ideas that must have been as marvellous to
himself as to his audience. His subject, it appeared, had been the rela-
tion between the Deity and the communities of mankind, with a special
reference to the New England which they were here planting in the
wilderness. And, as he drew towards the close, a spirit as of prophecy
had come upon him, constraining him to its purpose as mightily as
the old prophets of Israel were constrained; only with this difference,
that, whereas the Jewish seers had denounced judgments and ruin on
their country, it was his mission to foretell a high and glorious des-
tiny* for the newly gathered people of the Lord. But, throughout it all,
and through the whole discourse, there had been a certain deep, sad
undertone of pathos, which could not be interpreted otherwise than
as the natural regret of one soon to pass away. Yes; their minister whom
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they so loved—and who so loved them all, that he could not depart
heavenward without a sigh—had the foreboding of untimely death
upon him, and would soon leave them in their tears! This idea of his
transitory stay on earth gave the last emphasis to the effect which the
preacher had produced; it was as if an angel, in his passage to the
skies, had shaken his bright wings over the people for an instant,—
at once a shadow and a splendor,—and had shed down a shower of
golden truths upon them.
Thus, there had come to the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale—as to
most men, in their various spheres, though seldom recognized until
they see it far behind them—an epoch of life more brilliant and full
of triumph than any previous one, or than any which could hereafter
be. He stood, at this moment, on the very proudest eminence of
superiority, to which the gifts of intellect, rich lore, prevailing elo-
quence, and a reputation of whitest sanctity, could exalt a clergyman
in New England’s earliest days, when the professional character was
of itself a lofty pedestal. Such was the position which the minister
occupied, as he bowed his head forward on the cushions of the
pulpit, at the close of his Election Sermon. Meanwhile, Hester
Prynne was standing beside the scaffold of the pillory, with the scar-
let letter still burning on her breast!
Now was heard again the clangor of the music, and the measured
tramp of the military escort, issuing from the church-door. The pro-
cession was to be marshalled thence to the town-hall, where a solemn
banquet would complete the ceremonies of the day.
Once more, therefore, the train of venerable and majestic fathers
was seen moving through a broad pathway of the people, who drew
back reverently, on either side, as the Governor and magistrates, the
old and wise men, the holy ministers, and all that were eminent and
renowned, advanced into the midst of them. When they were fairly
in the market-place, their presence was greeted by a shout. This—
though doubtless it might acquire additional force and volume from
the childlike loyalty which the age awarded to its rulers—was felt to
be an irrepressible outburst of the enthusiasm kindled in the auditors
by that high strain of eloquence which was yet reverberating in their
ears. Each felt the impulse in himself, and, in the same breath, caught
it from his neighbour. Within the church, it had hardly been kept down;
beneath the sky, it pealed upward to the zenith. There were human
beings enough, and enough of highly wrought and symphonious feeling,
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to produce that more impressive sound than the organ-tones of the blast,
or the thunder, or the roar of the sea; even that mighty swell of many
voices, blended into one great voice by the universal impulse which
makes likewise one vast heart out of the many. Never, from the soil of
New England, had gone up such a shout! Never, on New England soil,
had stood the man so honored by his mortal brethren as the preacher!
How fared it with him then? Were there not the brilliant particles
of a halo in the air about his head? So etherealized by spirit as he was,
and so apotheosized by worshipping admirers, did his footsteps in
the procession really tread upon the dust of earth?
As the ranks of military men and civil fathers moved onward, all
eyes were turned towards the point where the minister was seen to
approach among them. The shout died into a murmur, as one portion
of the crowd after another obtained a glimpse of him. How feeble and
pale he looked amid all his triumph! The energy—or say, rather, the
inspiration which had held him up, until he should have delivered the
sacred message that brought its own strength along with it from
heaven—was withdrawn, now that it had so faithfully performed its
office. The glow, which they had just before beheld burning on his
cheek, was extinguished, like a flame that sinks down hopelessly among
the late-decaying embers. It seemed hardly the face of a man alive, with
such a deathlike hue; it was hardly a man with life in him, that tottered
on his path so nervelessly, yet tottered, and did not fall!
One of his clerical brethren,—it was the venerable John Wilson,—
observing the state in which Mr. Dimmesdale was left by the retir-
ing wave of intellect and sensibility, stepped forward hastily to offer
his support. The minister tremulously, but decidedly, repelled the
old man’s arm. He still walked onward, if that movement could be so
described, which rather resembled the wavering effort of an infant,
with its mother’s arms in view, outstretched to tempt him forward.
And now, almost imperceptible as were the latter steps of his progress,
he had come opposite the well-remembered and weather-darkened
scaffold, where, long since, with all that dreary lapse of time between,
Hester Prynne had encountered the world’s ignominious stare. There
stood Hester, holding little Pearl by the hand! And there was the scar-
let letter on her breast! The minister here made a pause; although the
music still played the stately and rejoicing march to which the proces-
sion moved. It summoned him onward,—onward to the festival!—
but here he made a pause.
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Bellingham, for the last few moments, had kept an anxious eye upon
him. He now left his own place in the procession, and advanced to give
assistance; judging from Mr. Dimmesdale’s aspect that he must other-
wise inevitably fall. But there was something in the latter’s expression
that warned back the magistrate, although a man not readily obeying
the vague intimations that pass from one spirit to another. The crowd,
meanwhile, looked on with awe and wonder. This earthly faintness was,
in their view, only another phase of the minister’s celestial strength;
nor would it have seemed a miracle too high to be wrought for one so
holy, had he ascended before their eyes, waxing dimmer and brighter,
and fading at last into the light of heaven!
He turned towards the scaffold, and stretched forth his arms.
“Hester,” said he, “come hither! Come, my little Pearl!”
It was a ghastly look with which he regarded them; but there was
something at once tender and strangely triumphant in it. The child, with
the bird-like motion which was one of her characteristics, flew to him,
and clasped her arms about his knees. Hester Prynne—slowly, as if
impelled by inevitable fate, and against her strongest will—likewise
drew near, but paused before she reached him. At this instant old Roger
Chillingworth thrust himself through the crowd,—or, perhaps, so dark,
disturbed, and evil was his look, he rose up out of some nether region,—
to snatch back his victim from what he sought to do! Be that as it might,
the old man rushed forward and caught the minister by the arm.
“Madman, hold! What is your purpose?” whispered he. “Wave back
that woman! Cast off this child! All shall be well! Do not blacken your
fame, and perish in dishonor! I can yet save you! Would you bring
infamy on your sacred profession?”
“Ha, tempter! Methinks thou art too late!” answered the minister,
encountering his eye, fearfully, but firmly. “Thy power is not what
it was! With God’s help, I shall escape thee now!”
He again extended his hand to the woman of the scarlet letter.
“Hester Prynne,” cried he, with a piercing earnestness, “in the
name of Him, so terrible and so merciful, who gives me grace, at this
last moment, to do what—for my own heavy sin and miserable agony—
I withheld myself from doing seven years ago, come hither now, and
twine thy strength about me! Thy strength, Hester; but let it be guided
by the will which God hath granted me! This wretched and wronged
old man is opposing it with all his might!—with all his own might and
the fiend’s! Come, Hester, come! Support me up yonder scaffold!”
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The crowd was in a tumult. The men of rank and dignity, who stood
more immediately around the clergyman, were so taken by surprise, and
so perplexed as to the purport of what they saw,—unable to receive the
explanation which most readily presented itself, or to imagine any
other,—that they remained silent and inactive spectators of the judg-
ment which Providence seemed about to work. They beheld the min-
ister, leaning on Hester’s shoulder and supported by her arm around
him, approach the scaffold, and ascend its steps; while still the little
hand of the sin-born child was clasped in his. Old Roger Chillingworth
followed, as one intimately connected with the drama of guilt and
sorrow in which they had all been actors, and well entitled, therefore,
to be present at its closing scene.
“Hadst thou sought the whole earth over,” said he, looking darkly
at the clergyman, “there was no one place so secret,—no high place
nor lowly place, where thou couldst have escaped me,—save on this
very scaffold!”
“Thanks be to Him who hath led me hither!” answered the minister.
Yet he trembled, and turned to Hester with an expression of doubt
and anxiety in his eyes, not the less evidently betrayed, that there was
a feeble smile upon his lips.
“Is not this better,” murmured he, “than what we dreamed of in
the forest?”
“I know not! I know not!” she hurriedly replied. “Better? Yea; so
we may both die, and little Pearl die with us!”
“For thee and Pearl, be it as God shall order,” said the minister;
“and God is merciful! Let me now do the will which he hath made
plain before my sight. For, Hester, I am a dying man. So let me make
haste to take my shame upon me.”
Partly supported by Hester Prynne, and holding one hand of little
Pearl’s, the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale turned to the dignified and ven-
erable rulers; to the holy ministers, who were his brethren; to the people,
whose great heart was thoroughly appalled, yet overflowing with tearful
sympathy, as knowing that some deep life-matter—which, if full of sin,
was full of anguish and repentance likewise—was now to be laid open
to them. The sun, but little past its meridian, shone down upon the cler-
gyman, and gave a distinctness to his figure, as he stood out from all the
earth to put in his plea of guilty at the bar of Eternal Justice.
“People of New England!” cried he, with a voice that rose over them,
high, solemn, and majestic,—yet had always a tremor through it,
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and sometimes a shriek, struggling up out of a fathomless depth of
remorse and woe,—“ye, that have loved me!—ye, that have deemed
me holy!—behold me here, the one sinner of the world! At last!—at
last!—I stand upon the spot where, seven years since, I should have
stood; here, with this woman, whose arm, more than the little strength
wherewith I have crept hitherward, sustains me, at this dreadful
moment, from grovelling down upon my face! Lo, the scarlet letter
which Hester wears! Ye have all shuddered at it! Wherever her walk
hath been,—wherever, so miserably burdened, she may have hoped to
find repose,—it hath cast a lurid gleam of awe and horrible repug-
nance roundabout her. But there stood one in the midst of you, at
whose brand of sin and infamy ye have not shuddered!”
It seemed, at this point, as if the minister must leave the remainder of
his secret undisclosed. But he fought back the bodily weakness,—and,
still more, the faintness of heart,—that was striving for the mastery with
him. He threw off all assistance, and stepped passionately forward a
pace before the woman and the child.
“It was on him!” he continued, with a kind of fierceness; so deter-
mined was he to speak out the whole. “God’s eye beheld it! The angels
were for ever pointing at it! The Devil knew it well, and fretted it con-
tinually with the touch of his burning finger! But he hid it cunningly
from men, and walked among you with the mien of a spirit, mournful,
because so pure in a sinful world!—and sad, because he missed his
heavenly kindred! Now, at the death-hour, he stands up before you! He
bids you look again at Hester’s scarlet letter! He tells you, that, with all
its mysterious horror,* it is but the shadow of what he bears on his own
breast, and that even this, his own red stigma, is no more than the type
of what has seared his inmost heart! Stand any here that question God’s
judgment on a sinner? Behold! Behold a dreadful witness of it!”
With a convulsive motion he tore away the ministerial band from
before his breast. It was revealed! But it were irreverent to describe
that revelation. For an instant the gaze of the horror-stricken multi-
tude was concentred on the ghastly miracle; while the minister stood
with a flush of triumph in his face, as one who, in the crisis of acutest
pain, had won a victory. Then, down he sank upon the scaffold!
Hester partly raised him, and supported his head against her bosom.
Old Roger Chillingworth knelt down beside him, with a blank, dull
countenance, out of which the life seemed to have departed.
“Thou hast escaped me!” he repeated more than once. “Thou hast
escaped me!”
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“May God forgive thee!” said the minister. “Thou, too, hast deeply
sinned!”
He withdrew his dying eyes from the old man, and fixed them on the
woman and the child.
“My little Pearl,” said he feebly,—and there was a sweet and
gentle smile over his face, as of a spirit sinking into deep repose; nay,
now that the burden was removed, it seemed almost as if he would
be sportive with the child,—“dear little Pearl, wilt thou kiss me
now? Thou wouldst not yonder, in the forest! But now thou wilt?”
Pearl kissed his lips. A spell was broken. The great scene of grief,
in which the wild infant bore a part, had developed all her sympa-
thies; and as her tears fell upon her father’s cheek, they were the
pledge that she would grow up amid human joy and sorrow, nor for
ever do battle with the world, but be a woman in it. Towards her
mother, too, Pearl’s errand as a messenger of anguish was all fulfilled.
“Hester,” said the clergyman, “farewell!”
“Shall we not meet again?” whispered she, bending her face down
close to his. “Shall we not spend our immortal life together? Surely,
surely, we have ransomed one another, with all this woe! Thou look-
est far into eternity, with those bright dying eyes! Then tell me what
thou seest?”
“Hush, Hester, hush!” said he, with tremulous solemnity. “The law
we broke!—the sin here so awfully revealed!—let these alone be in
thy thoughts! I fear! I fear! It may be, that, when we forgot our God,—
when we violated our reverence each for the other’s soul,—it was
thenceforth vain to hope that we could meet hereafter, in an everlast-
ing and pure reunion. God knows; and He is merciful! He hath
proved his mercy, most of all, in my afflictions. By giving me this
burning torture to bear upon my breast! By sending yonder dark and
terrible old man, to keep the torture always at red-heat! By bringing
me hither, to die this death of triumphant ignominy before the
people! Had either of these agonies been wanting, I had been lost for
ever! Praised be his name! His will be done! Farewell!”
That final word came forth with the minister’s expiring breath.
The multitude, silent till then, broke out in a strange, deep voice of
awe and wonder, which could not as yet find utterance, save in this
murmur that rolled so heavily after the departed spirit.
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conclusion
After many days, when time sufficed for the people to arrange their
thoughts in reference to the foregoing scene, there was more than one
account of what had been witnessed on the scaffold.
Most of the spectators testified to having seen, on the breast of the
unhappy minister, a scarlet letter—the very semblance of that
worn by Hester Prynne—imprinted in the flesh. As regarded its origin,
there were various explanations, all of which must necessarily have
been conjectural. Some affirmed that the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale,
on the very day when Hester Prynne first wore her ignominious badge,
had begun a course of penance,—which he afterwards, in so many futile
methods, followed out,—by inflicting a hideous torture on himself.
Others contended that the stigma had not been produced until a long
time subsequent, when old Roger Chillingworth, being a potent necro-
mancer, had caused it to appear, through the agency of magic and poi-
sonous drugs. Others, again,—and those best able to appreciate the
minister’s peculiar sensibility, and the wonderful operation of his spirit
upon the body,—whispered their belief, that the awful symbol was
the effect of the ever active tooth of remorse, gnawing from the inmost
heart outwardly, and at last manifesting Heaven’s dreadful judgment
by the visible presence of the letter. The reader may choose among
these theories. We have thrown all the light we could acquire upon the
portent, and would gladly, now that it has done its office, erase its deep
print out of our own brain; where long meditation has fixed it in very
undesirable distinctness.
It is singular, nevertheless, that certain persons, who were specta-
tors of the whole scene, and professed never once to have removed
their eyes from the Reverend Mr. Dimmesdale, denied that there was
any mark whatever on his breast, more than on a new-born infant’s.
Neither, by their report, had his dying words acknowledged, nor even
remotely implied, any, the slightest connection, on his part, with the
guilt for which Hester Prynne had so long worn the scarlet letter.
According to these highly respectable witnesses, the minister, con-
scious that he was dying,—conscious, also, that the reverence of the
multitude placed him already among saints and angels,—had desired,
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by yielding up his breath in the arms of that fallen woman, to express
to the world how utterly nugatory is the choicest of man’s own right-
eousness. After exhausting life in his efforts for mankind’s spiritual
good, he had made the manner of his death a parable, in order to
impress on his admirers the mighty and mournful lesson, that, in the
view of Infinite Purity, we are sinners all alike. It was to teach them,
that the holiest among us has but attained so far above his fellows as
to discern more clearly the Mercy which looks down, and repudiate
more utterly the phantom of human merit, which would look aspir-
ingly upward. Without disputing a truth so momentous, we must be
allowed to consider this version of Mr. Dimmesdale’s story as only an
instance of that stubborn fidelity with which a man’s friends—and
especially a clergyman’s—will sometimes uphold his character; when
proofs, clear as the mid-day sunshine on the scarlet letter, establish
him a false and sin-stained creature of the dust.
The authority which we have chiefly followed—a manuscript of
old date, drawn up from the verbal testimony of individuals, some of
whom had known Hester Prynne, while others had heard the tale from
contemporary witnesses—fully confirms the view taken in the forego-
ing pages. Among many morals which press upon us from the poor
minister’s miserable experience, we put only this into a sentence:—
“Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your
worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!”
Nothing was more remarkable than the change which took place,
almost immediately after Mr. Dimmesdale’s death, in the appearance
and demeanour of the old man known as Roger Chillingworth. All his
strength and energy—all his vital and intellectual force—seemed at
once to desert him; insomuch that he positively withered up, shriv-
elled away, and almost vanished from mortal sight, like an uprooted
weed that lies wilting in the sun. This unhappy man had made the
very principle of his life to consist in the pursuit and systematic exer-
cise of revenge; and when, by its completest triumph and consumma-
tion, that evil principle was left with no further material to support
it,—when, in short, there was no more devil’s work on earth for him
to do, it only remained for the unhumanized mortal to betake himself
whither his Master would find him tasks enough, and pay him his wages
duly. But, to all these shadowy beings, so long our near acquaintances,—
as well Roger Chillingworth as his companions,—we would fain be
merciful. It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether
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hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost
development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge;
each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and
spiritual life upon another; each leaves the passionate lover, or the no
less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his
object. Philosophically considered, therefore, the two passions seem
essentially the same, except that one happens to be seen in a celestial
radiance, and the other in a dusky and lurid glow. In the spiritual
world, the old physician and the minister—mutual victims as they
have been—may, unawares, have found their earthly stock of hatred
and antipathy transmuted into golden love.
Leaving this discussion apart, we have a matter of business to com-
municate to the reader. At old Roger Chillingworth’s decease (which
took place within the year), and by his last will and testament, of which
Governor Bellingham and the Reverend Mr. Wilson were executors,
he bequeathed a very considerable amount of property, both here and
in England, to little Pearl, the daughter of Hester Prynne.
So Pearl—the elf-child,—the demon offspring, as some people, up
to that epoch, persisted in considering her—became the richest
heiress of her day, in the New World. Not improbably, this circumstance
wrought a very material change in the public estimation; and, had the
mother and child remained here, little Pearl, at a marriageable period
of life, might have mingled her wild blood with the lineage of the
devoutest Puritan* among them all. But, in no long time after the physi-
cian’s death, the wearer of the scarlet letter disappeared, and Pearl
along with her. For many years, though a vague report would now and
then find its way across the sea,—like a shapeless piece of driftwood
tost ashore, with the initials of a name upon it,—yet no tidings of them
unquestionably authentic were received. The story of the scarlet letter
grew into a legend. Its spell, however, was still potent, and kept the
scaffold awful where the poor minister had died, and likewise the cot-
tage by the sea-shore, where Hester Prynne had dwelt. Near this latter
spot, one afternoon, some children were at play, when they beheld a
tall woman, in a gray robe, approach the cottage-door. In all those
years it had never once been opened; but either she unlocked it, or the
decaying wood and iron yielded to her hand, or she glided shadow-like
through these impediments,—and, at all events, went in.
On the threshold she paused,—turned partly round,—for, perchance,
the idea of entering, all alone, and all so changed, the home of so intense
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a former life, was more dreary and desolate than even she could bear.
But her hesitation was only for an instant, though long enough to
display a scarlet letter on her breast.
And Hester Prynne had returned, and taken up her long-forsaken
shame. But where was little Pearl? If still alive, she must now have
been in the flush and bloom of early womanhood. None knew—nor
ever learned, with the fulness of perfect certainty—whether the elf-
child had gone thus untimely to a maiden grave; or whether her wild,
rich nature had been softened and subdued, and made capable of a
woman’s gentle happiness. But, through the remainder of Hester’s
life, there were indications that the recluse of the scarlet letter was
the object of love and interest with some inhabitant of another land.
Letters came, with armorial seals upon them, though of bearings
unknown to English heraldry. In the cottage there were articles of
comfort and luxury, such as Hester never cared to use, but which
only wealth could have purchased, and affection have imagined for
her. There were trifles, too, little ornaments, beautiful tokens of a
continual remembrance, that must have been wrought by delicate
fingers, at the impulse of a fond heart. And, once, Hester was seen
embroidering a baby-garment, with such a lavish richness of golden
fancy as would have raised a public tumult, had any infant, thus
apparelled, been shown to our sombre-hued community.
In fine, the gossips of that day believed,—and Mr. Surveyor Pue,
who made investigations a century later, believed,—and one of his
recent successors in office, moreover, faithfully believes,—that Pearl
was not only alive, but married, and happy, and mindful of her
mother; and that she would most joyfully have entertained that sad
and lonely mother at her fireside.
But there was a more real life for Hester Prynne, here, in New
England, than in that unknown region where Pearl had found a
home. Here had been her sin; here, her sorrow; and here was yet to
be her penitence. She had returned, therefore, and resumed,—of
her own free will, for not the sternest magistrate of that iron period
would have imposed it,—resumed the symbol of which we have
related so dark a tale. Never afterwards did it quit her bosom. But, in
the lapse of the toilsome, thoughtful, and self-devoted years that
made up Hester’s life, the scarlet letter ceased to be a stigma which
attracted the world’s scorn and bitterness, and became a type of
something to be sorrowed over, and looked upon with awe, yet with
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reverence too. And, as Hester Prynne had no selfish ends, nor lived
in any measure for her own profit and enjoyment, people brought all
their sorrows and perplexities, and besought her counsel, as one who
had herself gone through a mighty trouble. Women, more especially,—
in the continually recurring trials of wounded, wasted, wronged, mis-
placed, or erring and sinful passion,—or with the dreary burden of a
heart unyielded, because unvalued and unsought,—came to Hester’s
cottage, demanding why they were so wretched, and what the remedy!
Hester comforted and counselled them, as best she might. She assured
them, too, of her firm belief, that, at some brighter period, when the
world should have grown ripe for it, in Heaven’s own time, a new truth
would be revealed, in order to establish the whole relation between
man and woman on a surer ground of mutual happiness. Earlier in
life, Hester had vainly imagined that she herself might be the des-
tined prophetess, but had long since recognized the impossibility
that any mission of divine and mysterious truth should be confided
to a woman stained with sin, bowed down with shame, or even bur-
dened with a life-long sorrow. The angel and apostle of the coming
revelation must be a woman, indeed, but lofty, pure, and beautiful; and
wise, moreover, not through dusky grief, but the ethereal medium of
joy; and showing how sacred love should make us happy, by the
truest test of a life successful to such an end!
So said Hester Prynne, and glanced her sad eyes downward at the
scarlet letter. And, after many, many years, a new grave was delved,
near an old and sunken one, in that burial-ground beside which
King’s Chapel has since been built. It was near that old and sunken
grave, yet with a space between, as if the dust of the two sleepers had
no right to mingle. Yet one tombstone served for both. All around,
there were monuments carved with armorial bearings; and on this
simple slab of slate—as the curious investigator may still discern,
and perplex himself with the purport—there appeared the sem-
blance of an engraved escutcheon. It bore a device, a herald’s word-
ing of which might serve for a motto and brief description of our now
concluded legend; so sombre is it, and relieved only by one ever-
glowing point of light gloomier than the shadow:—
the end.
EXPLANATORY NOTES
Full details of all books and articles cited by author can be found in the Select
Bibliography, p. xxxiv.
CE: The Centenary Edition of the Works of Nathaniel Hawthorne, ed, William
Charvat, et al. (Columbus: Ohio State University Press, 1962–97).
3 community: the community immediately around Hawthorne in 1850 was
that of Salem, Massachusetts, where the ‘excitement’ took the form of an
attack, in the Salem Register (a Whig newspaper), on his ‘heartless, utterly
inexcusable and calumnious caricature’ of the old gentlemen who worked
in the Custom-House. The Scarlet Letter was published on 16 March. On
19 March the Salem Gazette, a Democratic paper, printed a favourable
review of the book. The attack in the Register came on 21 March. In it, the
author was also accused of a ‘venomous, malignant, and unaccountable
assault’ on the permanent Inspector (see below, note to p. 16 for further
details). The Register returned to the attack on 25 March, when it printed
censures of the Custom-House sketch from Boston and New York papers.
The relevant articles are reprinted in Frazer Clark (1970).
kindlier spirit: given the destructiveness of his portrait of the permanent
Inspector, Hawthorne’s comment here is surely disingenuous.
5 first time: this, in fact, resulted in the essay ‘The Old Manse’, subtitled
The Author Makes the Reader Acquainted with his Abode’, with which
Hawthorne had introduced a collection of his stories and sketches called
Mosses from an Old Manse, published in two volumes in 1846.
Clerk of this Parish: the ‘Memoirs of P.P.’ formed one of the ‘Memoirs of
Martinus Scriblerus’—satirical sketches by members of the Scriblerus
Club. Formed in 1713, the club included Arbuthnot, Gay, Pope, and Swift.
Attribution of individual works is problematic, though Arbuthnot’s biog-
raphers do not credit him with the ‘Memoir of P.P.’. The bookseller’s
notice stated that Gay helped with this sketch. Hawthorne would have
found the Scriblerus Papers in the Works of Alexander Pope, in which they
were included in the 1741 Warburton edition. Hawthorne withdrew all
ten volumes of the 1808 edition from the Salem Athenaeum in 1828 (see
Kesselring,.1949). ‘Memoirs of P.P.’ was a satire on the self-important
‘Bishop Burnet’s History of his Own Time, 6 vols., 1724–53. The clerk con-
fuses the banal with the profound, for his idea of Church reform is whipping
out stray dogs. ‘P.P.’ shares something with Arthur Dimmesdale, however,
for he has begotten a child on a woman to whom he is not married. He decides
not to betray the fathers of illegitimate children in the parish because, as he
says, ‘I also have sinned’.
behind its veil: compare CE, x. 32–3, ‘The Old Manse’, when the speaker
‘veiled his face’.
206 Explanatory Notes
6 make up my volume: when Hawthorne sent the manuscript of ‘The Custom-
House’ and all but the last three chapters of The Scarlet Letter to James T.
Fields (his prospective publisher) on 15 January 1850, he proposed as the
title ‘Old-Time Legends; together with sketches, experimental and ideal’ (see
CE, XVI. 306). Fields responded with the suggestion that the romance
should be published with the autobiographical introduction but with no
other tales or sketches. Parker (1985) argues that Fields’s own account of
the matter, in which he claimed to have persuaded Hawthorne to lengthen
what began as a short story into The Scarlet Letter (an account first pub-
lished in the Atlantic Monthly in February 1871), is misleading since
Hawthorne already had a sense of the final length of his romance when he
sent the manuscript to Fields. According to Parker, there never was a
‘short version’ of The Scarlet Letter; only the last three chapters of the
book were added after the decision to publish it without other tales and
sketches.
King Derby: Elias Hasket Derby (1739 – 99) was a merchant and
shipowner whose Grand Turk was the first New England ship to reach
Canton. The voyage began in 1785. Derby developed trade links with
India and Russia as well as China. See J. D. Phillips, Salem and the Indies
(1947).
7 last war with England: the ‘War of 1812’ was declared in June of that year.
A peace treaty was signed in December 1814. General Jackson’s famous vic-
tory over the British at New Orleans took place after the signing of the treaty.
sends adventures: it was common practice for young men starting out on a
commercial career by working in shipping houses to invest some of their
money in privately financed trading ventures.
protection: passport, or any form of pass that makes it possible to travel safely.
8 receipt of custom: an allusion to Matthew 9: 9. Jesus called Matthew to follow
him when the latter was ‘sitting at the receipt of custom’.
slop-sellers: clothiers. ‘Slops’ were articles of clothing and bedding sold to
sailors on board ship.
Wapping: the ancient dockside area of London. Here used figuratively for
any dockside area.
9 Loco-foco: the term derived from the ‘locofoco’ matches used to enable an
1835 meeting of New York Democrats to continue after a prankster had
turned out the lamps. Originally a term of derogation applied to radical
Democrats, it was later used by the Whigs to refer to (and disparage) all
members of the Democratic Party. Hawthorne was in fact accused of
‘locofoco’ activity by the Salem Whigs in a letter they sent to the Treasury
Department in Washington and made public in the Boston Atlas on
16 June 1849. See Hoeltje (1954) and Nissenbaum (1978).
Gallows Hill: the probable site of the hangings in the Salem witchcraft
episode in 1692.
New Guinea: the part of Salem in which immigrants from southern
Europe first began to settle.
Explanatory Notes 207
9 of my name: Major William Hathorne (1607–81) came to Massachusetts
in 1630 and soon became an important figure in the public life of the colony.
See Loggins (1951).
that first ancestor: Hawthorne’s account of family here focuses, entirely on
the paternal line, totally ignoring the Manning family from which his
mother was descended, although, Elizabeth Manning Hawthorne obviously
played a more important part in her son’s life than did the father who died
when the boy was still a child of four years. Baym (1982) sees an implied
connection between Hester Prynne’s harsh treatment at the hands of the
Puritan Fathers and Elizabeth Manning’s unsympathetic reception by the
Hathornes. Since her first child (a daughter) was born only seven months
after her marriage, she may well have been made to feel some disgrace
by her respectable in-laws. To Baym, the biographical significance of The
Scarlet Letter is that it is a story about a mother told by a writer who has
just lost his own mother.
10 their histories: the Quaker history from which Hawthorne derived his
information about the persecution was William Sewel’s History of the
Rise, Increase, and Progress of the Christian People Called Quakers (1722).
Sewel tells of the cruelty of William Hawthorne (the usual spelling in the
eighteenth as in the seventeenth century was Hathorne), who was a ‘fierce
persecutor’ of the sect. It was his warrant that led to the brutal whipping
of Ann Coleman, who nearly died under the scourge.
His son: John Hathorne (1641–1717) did not in fact serve as a trial judge
when the ‘witches’ of Salem were brought to trial in 1692, but he did con-
duct the initial hearings which resulted in the commitment of many of the
accused. For his career, see Loggins (1951).
fiddler: the Puritan contempt for entertainers, which extended to art and
artists, was one theme of Hawthorne’s story ‘The Maypole of Merry Mount’
(1836).
11 The spell survives: as many commentators have noted, the narrator’s
account of the mysterious attraction and irrational pull of Salem antici-
pates the force that Boston exerts on Hester Prynne.
12 Old Manse: the Hawthornes left the Old Manse, Concord, in October 1845,
having spent the first years of their marriage there.
President’s commission: James K. Polk (1795–1849) was the Democratic
President when Hawthorne was appointed Surveyor. The commission—
dated 3 April 1846—appointed him for four years, but he was removed
from office after only three.
General Miller: General James F. Miller (1776–1851), who had achieved
fame in the War of 1812, had been Collector for twenty-one years when
Hawthorne took office.
13 Whigs: the name given to the party that opposed the Democrats from the
early 1830s until the formation of the Republican Party in the 1850s.
political services: this statement is disingenuous, as Nissenbaum (1978 and
1984) has shown.
208 Explanatory Notes
Boreas: god of the north wind.
15 permanent Inspector: this was William Lee, who had been appointed in
1814 and was nearly eighty years old when ‘The Custom-House’ was pub-
lished. Hawthorne’s insult to the old man was given extra prominence
when the sketch of the Inspector was given advance publication in the
Literary World. See Turner (1980) for the identification and for details.
The anger of Lee’s family was so intense that one relative threatened to
horsewhip Hawthorne.
17 elder Adams: John Adams (1735–1826), President from 1797 to 1801, was the
father of John Quincy Adams (1767–1848), President from 1825 to 1829.
18 Western territory: General Miller had been Governor of Arkansas Territory
1819–25.
19 Ticonderoga: a fort at the foot of Lake Champlain, in New York State,
which was captured from the French by the British in 1759 and by the
Americans, under Ethan Allen and Benedict Arnold, in 1775.
20 Chippewa or Fort Erie: the British were defeated at the Battle of Chippewa,
5 July 1814, when the Americans crossed into Canada. The Americans
subsequently occupied Fort Erie for some months before withdrawing
across the border.
21 “I’ll try, Sir!”: words traditionally supposed to have been spoken by
Miller when ordered to take the British battery at Lundy’s Lane, Ontario,
near Niagara Falls, on 25 July 1814, in the War of 1812. In the event,
Miller’s 21st US Infantry Regiment did succeed in storming the battery.
The motto ‘I’ll try, Sir!’ was inscribed on a flag flown on the barge in
which Miller travelled to Arkansas when taking up his appointment there.
man of business: this was Zachariah Burchmore (1809–94), whose friend-
ship with Hawthorne endured until the latter’s death, and who was him-
self politically active in Democratic Party politics while working in the
Custom House. He too, was dismissed from the service by the Whig
administration. See Nissenbaum (1978) and Turner (1980).
22 Brook Farm: this was the name of an idealistic communitarian experi-
ment, founded by George Ripley—a former Unitarian minister—in
1841 and situated at West Roxbury, nine miles from Boston. Hawthorne
joined the commune in April 1841, hoping to bring Sophia there after
their marriage, but he left after a few months, unconvinced that physical
and mental labour could be fruitfully combined (as Ripley had hoped to
demonstrate) and inhibited in his creative writing by the demands of
communal life.
Emerson’s: Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–82) had proved himself to be one
of the most original minds of his generation in lectures he had given in the
1830s, and in his Nature (1836), which had made him the chief spokesman
for the ideas associated with New England Transcendentalism. Though
not a Transcendentalist, Hawthorne had expressed his admiration for
Emerson’s mind in ‘The Old Manse’ introduction to Mosses (1846).
Explanatory Notes 209
22 Assabeth: the Assabet River joins the Sudbury River to form the Concord
River in Concord town, Massachusetts. While living in Concord (1842–5)
Hawthorne often went boating on it with the two friends next mentioned.
Ellery Charming: William Ellery Channing (1818–1901), a poet of some
talent and little discipline, nephew of William Ellery Channing (1780–1842)
the great Unitarian preacher. A friend of Thoreau’s and frequent compan-
ion on his excursions, Channing later became Thoreau’s biographer.
Thoreau: Henry David Thoreau (1817–62) lived in Concord for almost all
his life and was influenced by Emerson’s thinking from 1836 on. He was
famous—locally—for his profound interest in Indian culture and Indian
relics in the Concord area; an interest which was given expression in his
first book A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849) and in
Walden (1854). In his notebooks Hawthorne comments on Thoreau’s
uncanny knowledge of the Indian past and of nature.
Hillard’s: George Stillman Hillard (1808–79) was a Boston lawyer whose
literary interests combined with personal friendship to lead him to give
practical help to Hawthorne. Though a Whig, Hillard used his influence
in an attempt to keep his friend in office in the Salem Custom House.
When Hawthorne was dismissed, Hillard collected financial contributions
from other friends and acquaintances to help the impecunious writer sup-
port himself and his family. In his legal career, Hillard was a protégé of
Judge Story, a leading spokesman for the conservative interpretation of
the law (see Thomas, 1987). Hillard’s literary activities included numer-
ous contributions to the North American Review, an edition of Spenser’s
works, and a biography of Captain John Smith.
Longfellow’s hearth-stone: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–82) was
a contemporary of Hawthorne’s at Bowdoin College, Maine. In 1837
Longfellow reviewed Twice-told Tales enthusiastically in the prestigious
North American Review and thus helped the hitherto obscure author to
achieve a national reputation. The two writers maintained a friendship
(mainly by letter) from then on. From 1843 his hearth was at Craigie House
in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where he lived in grand style, while fulfilling
his tasks as professor of modern languages at Harvard.
Alcott: Amos Bronson Alcott (1799–1888) was perhaps the most idealis-
tic and certainly the least practical of the Transcendentalists. He lived in
Concord while Hawthorne was there, after having founded an experimen-
tal school in Boston. He then (June 1843) founded a utopian community
at Harvard Village, Massachusetts (‘Fruitlands’), which collapsed in
January 1844.
of little moment: Hawthorne here exaggerates his lack of literary inter-
ests while at the Custom House. He abandoned writing for only eigh-
teen months and resumed entering his thoughts in his journals by June
1847. By December 1848, he had completed ‘The Unpardonable Sin’
(‘Ethan Brand’) and offered it to Elizabeth Peabody for her Aesthetic
Papers (1849). When this tale proved unsuitable, he submitted the sketch
210 Explanatory Notes
‘Main-Street’ which he had written between early 1848 and October 1849.
See J. Donald Crowley, ‘Historical Commentary’, The Snow-Image, CE, XI.
379–81.
23 Burns or of Chaucer: Robert Burns (1759—96) was appointed officer in
the excise at Dumfries in 1791. Geoffrey Chaucer (c. 1343–1400) was
made Controller of the Customs in the Port of London in 1374.
24 anatto: a yellowish-red dye obtained from the pulp of the Central
American annatto (or annata) tree.
musty papers: compare ‘The Old Manse’, where the narrator refers to
another set of papers in which there is no life—the piles of old sermons
and theological works amassed by a former inhabitant of the Manse, the
Revd Ripley.
25 Billy Gray: William Gray (1750–1825) was a very successful Salem mer-
chant who owned a whole fleet of ships. He was one of the first New
England merchants to trade with India, China, and Russia. Gray became
Lieutenant-Governor of Massachusetts.
Simon Forrester: Simon Forrester (1748–1823) was born in Cork. He met
Captain Daniel Hathorne in Liverpool and came to Salem with him in
1767, marrying Captain Hathorne’s daughter Rachel in 1776. Forrester
was a successful privateer in the War of Independence and continued to
prosper after it. At his death, his estate was valued at over $900,000. See
Phillips, Salem and the Indies.
flight from Boston: when besieged by Washington in 1776, the British
troops under General Howe had evacuated Boston and moved to Halifax,
Nova Scotia.
Protectorate: Oliver Cromwell ruled as Lord Protector from 1653 to 1658.
His son Richard was Lord Protector until 1660.
‘Change: the Boston Merchants’ Exchange.
26 Governor Shirley: William Shirley (1694–1771) was Royal Governor of
Massachusetts from 1741 to 1749 and from 1753 to 1756.
Jonathan Pue: in Joseph B. Felt’s Annals of Salem (1827) which was one
of Hawthorne’s major sources of information on local history, he would
have read that Pue’s assumption of office took place in 1752. Felt gives the
date of Pue’s death as 24 March 1760.
“M AIN S TREET”: Hawthorne’s sketch ‘Main-Street’ had been published
in Elizabeth Palmer Peabody’s Aesthetic Papers in 1849. It was not repub-
lished with The Scarlet Letter in 1850, although that was clearly part of
Hawthorne’s original plan (see above, note to p. 4), but was included in
The Snow-Image (1852). The sketch would have made an excellent intro-
duction to the story of Hester Prynne.
Essex Historical Society: founded in 1821, this society merged with the
Essex County Natural History Society in 1848 to form the Essex Institute.
Essex County, Massachusetts, contains the town of Salem.
Explanatory Notes 211
29 lucubrations: products of earnest or laboured study, hence pedantic liter-
ary compositions.
31 veteran shipmaster: this was Captain Stephen Burchmore, brother of
Zachariah, the ‘man of business’. See Turner (1980).
33 dig gold in California: the California gold rush had begun in 1849 with the
discovery of gold at Sutter’s Fort, Sacramento.
its truth: see Nissenbaum (1978; 1984).
34 General Taylor: Zachary Taylor (1784–1850) was elected President on
the Whig Party ticket in 1848 and took office in 1849.
guillotine: in a cartoon that appeared in the Boston Post on 11 June 1849
Hawthorne’s dismissal from office was treated as a decapitation. A letter to
the editor on the following day stated, apropos of Hawthorne’s dismissal,
that ‘the head of the poet and the scholar is stricken off to gratify and reward
some greedy partisan’. Turner (1980) regards these allusions in the Post as
the source of Hawthorne’s reference here. The guillotining metaphor was
not used only with reference to Hawthorne. In the Democratic press the dis-
missal of Democrats from office when the Whig administration took over in
1849 was generally treated as revolutionary. See Reynolds (1985).
35 take the offices: under the American spoils system, which was often sup-
posed to have begun in General Jackson’s presidency (1829–36) but which
had in fact started under Presidents Adams and Jefferson, a political party
filled government civil service posts with its own supporters when it came
to power. The Whig administration that took over in 1841 instituted
wholesale removals of Democrats from office, but in his 1848 presidential
campaign Zachary Taylor had promised that he would remain aloof from
such party-political procedures if he was elected. The Salem Whigs, how-
ever, had no intention of renouncing their powers of patronage and
quickly used them to unseat Democratic appointees. See Hoeltje (1954)
and Nissenbaum (1984).
the first that fell!: Hawthorne was removed from office on 8 June 1849.
as an enemy: for the enmity of the Whigs, see above, note to p. 8. Hawthorne
identified Charles W. Upham, minister of the First Church, Salem, as a
leader of the movement to displace him.
36 my affair: Hawthorne’s dismissal became something of a cause célèbre. It
was given prominent coverage in newspapers beyond the boundaries of
Massachusetts. His cause was taken up by William Cullen Bryant in the
New York Evening Post. See Hoeltje (1954) and Nissenbaum (1978; 1984).
Irving’s Headless Horseman: a figure in Washington living’s story ‘The Legend
of Sleepy Hollow’, which was included in his Sketch-Book (1819–20).
quitted the Old Manse: see above, note to p. 12.
38 T HE T OWN-P UMP: Hawthorne’s sketch ‘A Rill from the Town-Pump’,
which gives impressions of Salem, had been published in the New-England
Magazine in 1835 and collected in Twice-told Tales in 1837.
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39 Cornhill: now Washington Street, Boston.
Isaac Johnson’s lot: Isaac Johnson (1601–30) died within months of his
arrival in New England, after taking part in the move from Charlestown
to Shawmut, as the future Boston was then named.
King’s Chapel: this was the first Episcopalian church in New England.
According to Snow’s History of Boston it was built in 1688. There could be
an allusion to sectarian intolerance in the reference, since the chapel was
built in the face of opposition from some Congregationalists, who argued
that Episcopalianism was what they had come to Massachusetts to avoid.
fifteen or twenty years: Boston was settled in 1630, so this takes us to 1645
or 1650. However, historical allusion sets the date of the opening of the
story as 1642.
indications of age: according to Caleb Snow’s History of Boston, a house of
correction was ordered at a meeting of the General Court on 8 May 1632.
wild rose-bush: an item in the Salem Gazette in 1843, which contrasted the
iron door of the prison with roses, may have been Hawthorne’s source for
his reference. See Bush (1984).
40 Ann Hutchinson: Ann(e) Hutchinson (1591–1643) emigrated to New England
in 1634, following the Revd John Cotton when he was silenced by
Archbishop Laud. While living in Alford, England, she had also admired
John Wheelwright’s preaching of the Covenant of Grace before he, too,
was silenced and left for Massachusetts. Ann had also become interested
in the doctrines of the ‘familists’ who preached not only the ‘impeccabil-
ity of all believers’ but also that ‘the law is fulfilled in love’. Among the
familists, women could preach as commonly as men. When she began
to interpret the scriptures and hold public meetings in Massachusetts,
Mrs Hutchinson had an enthusiastic following in Boston, but she offended
the ministers of the Church and was banished in 1638. She first moved to
Rhode Island because religious dissent was tolerated there. Then, in 1642,
she and her family moved to what is now Pelham Bay, New York, an area
then under Dutch control. There she and all her family except one daugh-
ter were massacred by the Indians. In his sketch ‘Mrs Hutchinson’ (1830)
Hawthorne had stressed the danger she had posed to a colony in which
public safety was incompatible with religious freedom.
41 Antinomian: The Antinomians’ rejection of instutional authority has led
Battis (1962) to the conclusion that they stood for the unqualified power
of the individual.
Quaker: an anachronism. The first Quakers to enter Massachusetts did so in
1656. Whipping was one of the milder forms of punishment they faced. Some
were hanged in 1659. Hawthorne’s early story about their persecution—
‘The Gentle Boy’—was first published in The Token in 1832 and collected
in Twice-told Tales (1837).
Mistress Hibbins: Ann Hibbins was the widow of one of the principal mer-
chants of Boston. According to Snow’s History of Boston, after her husband
Explanatory Notes 213
suffered losses her turbulent and quarrelsome character led her into such
disfavour that she was tried for witchcraft in 1655, condemned and
hanged in 1656.
42 man-like Elizabeth: Queen Elizabeth I reigned from 1558 to 1603.
Hester Prynne: the biblical Hester, kinswoman of Mordecai, was the consort
of King Ahasuerus of Persia (486–465 BC). She used her influence to save
her fellow countrymen from massacre by Haman, the Persian Grand Vizier,
in the year 473. See Book of Esther 9: 24–6. Bercovitch (1975) points out
that the biblical Esther was a homiletic exemplum of sorrow, duty, and love,
as well as a figura of the Virgin Mary. William Prynne (1600–69) was called
to the bar in 1628, having attended Oriel College, Oxford, and Lincoln’s
Inn. Sentenced to ear-cropping, a huge fine, and imprisonment in 1634 for
slander against the king and queen, Prynne continued to challenge the
authority of the bishops, thus involving himself in a second trial before the
court of the Star Chamber in 1637, when his sentence was even more severe.
No believer in religious toleration, he called on parliament to suppress all
anti-Calvinist works and to force all the clergy to subscribe to the Synod of
Dort, whose Five Points embodied the least compromising Calvinist dogma.
When his enemies had been defeated in the Civil War, Prynne proved a
relentless persecutor, in particular of Archbishop Laud, whom he hounded
to death. As intolerant of religious independents as he was of the episco-
pacy, Prynne campaigned to get parliament to crush the sectaries. When
a Member of Parliament himself, he championed parliament against the
army, in 1647 and 1648, and was later imprisoned for pamphleteering
against the Commonwealth.
gossips: originally a ‘gossip’ was a person who had spiritual affinity with
another and acted as a sponsor in baptism (from God-sibbe: relative
in God).
43 Scripture and the statute-book: the relevant scripture is Leviticus 20: 10: ‘If
a man commits adultery with the wife of his neighbour, both the adulterer
and the adulteress shall be put to death.’ The death penalty for adultery
was on the statute book in Massachusetts from 1641, when Nathaniel
Ward drew up the ‘Body of Liberties’. In his Journal, Governor Winthrop
referred to the execution of Mary Latham and James Britton for this
crime in 1644.
44 S CARLET L ETTER: in his notebooks, in 1844 or 1845, Hawthorne had
written: ‘The life of a woman, who, by the old colony law, was con-
demned always to wear the letter A, sewed on her garments in token of
having committed adultery’ (CE, VIII. 254). The Old Colony was
Plymouth, not Massachusetts, and—historically—this was a punish-
ment of the 1690s, not of the 1640s (see Boewe and Murphy, 1960–1).
Earlier, in his story ‘Endicott and the Red Cross’, published in the
Salem Gazette in 1837 and in The Token in 1838 before being included in
Twice-told Tales in 1842, Hawthorne wrote of a beautiful young woman of
Salem who had been condemned to wear the letter ‘A’ on the breast of her
214 Explanatory Notes
gown. This young offender had embroidered the letter so brilliantly that it
could be taken to mean ‘Admirable’ rather than ‘Adulteress’. The tale is set
in the year 1634.
45 scaffold: in the Boston of 1642 a scaffold would have been used only for
executions, not for public humiliation, as Reynolds (1985) points out.
46 image of Divine Maternity: Moers (1984) takes this allusion as evidence of
Hawthorne’s fascination with Roman Catholicism—an interest that links
him with those aesthetes who opposed Victorian values. For the view that
Hester’s association with Mary represents the ‘older, richer, iconic world’
to the Puritans whose logical obsession has destroyed it, see Gervais (1979).
See Todd (1972) for a Jungian interpretation of Hester’s significance as the
Magna Mater.
47 Western wilderness: though the Great Migration had brought over thou-
sands of settlers to New England in the years 1630–40, by 1642 they had
made little impression on the vast wilderness that stretched to the west of
their coastal towns.
48 a Continental city: this will be identified as Amsterdam on p. 62. Some
nonconformists left England to escape the authority of the bishops in
1608 and settled at Amsterdam or Leiden before leaving Europe to set up
model communities in the New World.
51 Daniel: much of the Book of Daniel is concerned with the prophet’s
powers of interpretation. It was he who interpreted the writing that
appeared on the wall at the feast of Belshazzar: ‘You have been weighed
in the balances and found wanting’ (Daniel 5: 27).
The penalty thereof is death: see above, note to p. 43. Haskins (1960) points
out that this was much more severe than the punishment imposed by the
English archdecanal courts for this offence. They merely imposed small
fines.
52 Governor Bellingham: Richard Bellingham (c. 1592–1672) left England for
Massachusetts in 1634. He was first elected governor in 1641 and became
governor again in 1654, having been assistant in the intervening years.
famous John Wilson: John Wilson (1591–1667) emigrated to Massachusetts
in 1630 and became teacher at the First Church, Boston. His function, as
distinct from that of the pastor, was to expound the scriptures. In the
Antinomian controversy, he championed orthodoxy and was a stem oppo-
nent of Ann Hutchinson. In his Magnolia Christi Americana (1702), a
Puritan history of Massachusetts and one of Hawthorne’s sources, Cotton
Mather celebrated Wilson for his orthodoxy and for his great zeal.
54 speech of an angel: ‘angel’ is a word whose significance shifts within the
tale, as does the letter ‘A’. Since Dimmesdale is an unconfessed adulterer,
wearing a hidden ‘A’ on his breast, and since he will be associated with the
Black Man by Pearl, the uncompromising truth-teller (see above, p. 147),
the fact that his speech affects the Puritan congregation thus must be an
ironic comment on their moral system.
Explanatory Notes 215
55 thou deniest to him: Dimmesdale’s exhortation to Hester is convincingly
described by Moers (1984) as self-serving and Jesuitical. He invites her to
do what he makes it impossible for her to do and then blames her for not
doing it.
57 Master Brackett: Hawthorne found the name of the historical Boston
gaoler in Snow’s History of Boston. See Ryskamp (1959).
sagamores: chiefs.
58 alchemy: through his alchemical interests, Chillingworth will be associated
with Sir Kenelm Digby (see below, note to p. 95) whose sexual relations
with Lady Venetia Stanley before she became his wife were scandalous.
Hawthorne had used alchemy as a way of exploring the relationship between
science, the occult, and sexuality in his story ‘The Birthmark’, first pub-
lished in The Pioneer in 1843 and collected in Mosses from an Old Manse
(1846). On alchemy in the Scarlet Letter see Van Leer (1985).
simples: medicines composed of only one constituent, especially of one
herb-plant.
Lethe nor Nepenthe: Lethe, in Greek mythology, was a river in Hades whose
waters caused forgetfulness. Nepenthe (Greek ne penthe: no grief) was a
drug of oriental origin capable of banishing grief; it is mentioned in the
Odyssey.
Paracelsus: a pseudonym of Theophrastus von Hohenheim (1493–1541),
who was an astrologer, professor of physics and surgery at Basle University,
and an alchemist.
60 bale-fire: funeral pyre (from Old Norse bal: great fire).
62 the Black Man that haunts the forest: the Puritan association of the forest
with the devil and their identification of the Indians with the children of
the devil was familiar to Hawthorne from his reading of Massachusetts
history.
64 alien from the law: the Indians, being pagans, represent values remote
from those of the Antinomian Christians who challenged orthodox
Puritan beliefs in the 1630s, but the common ground is indifference to the
law as formulated by Church and State.
67 rich, voluptuous, Oriental: in early nineteenth-century American fiction an
association between passion and sensuality and the orient was common-
place. Hester Prynne is one of several exotic, beautiful women in
Hawthorne’s fictions who are linked to the East. See McWilliams (1984)
and Rahv (1941).
the brow of Cain: Genesis 4: 15, ‘And the Lord put a mark on Cain, lest
any who came upon him should kill him.’
69 the hidden sin in other hearts: in this supposed knowledge Hester is like the
young Puritan in Hawthorne’s ‘Young Goodman Brown’.
71 of great price: Matthew 13: 45–6; a merchant sells all that he has to pur-
chase the one pearl. Scholarly interpretation of Pearl’s significance in the
216 Explanatory Notes
romance is voluminous. See Garlitz (1957) for a summary of the first hun-
dred years of exegesis. Among the more interesting recent theories is
Joel Porte’s (1968). He argues that Pearl comes to stand for a romantic art
that is based on the truth concerning the secret human passions; in other
words, she represents the work in which she appears. The diversity of
interpretations surely justifies Millicent Bell (1982) in saying that Pearl is
an instance of the ambiguity of signs in the romance.
72 amenable to rules: being illegitimate—outside the law—Pearl is obliged to
be outside society. She will later be associated with the wilderness (the
forest) and its wild inhabitants, both human (the Indians) and animal.
74 incapable . . . of human sorrow: in its naturalness and spontaneity Pearl’s
wildness can be interpreted positively, yet the romance leaves no doubt
that such freedom as Pearl experiences is also a lack. She cannot truly be
a human being until she feels sorrow, for the capacity to feel sadness is an
essential characteristic of humanity. For an earlier treatment of this
theme see ‘The Maypole of Merry Mount’ in Twice-told Tales.
An imp of evil, emblem . . . of sin: to the Puritans Pearl is a sign—she is
intelligible in their system of signification, just as her mother is. Pearl is
to them the child of the devil (literally an imp) and thus does not deserve
human status. When we are told (p. 78) that Pearl gesticulates like a little
imp, we must presume that it is Hester who thinks her so, but—though
Hester doubts Pearl’s humanity—to her the child is wonderful and mys-
terious, as well as frightening. It is to Hester, presumably, that the child’s
furious cries against the Puritan children sound like ‘a witch’s anathemas’
(p. 75), but the narrative is elusive here and does not indicate clearly who
is supposed to be thinking.
scourging Quakers: another anachronism. See above, note to p. 41.
78 demon offspring: like the Puritan view of Pearl as an ‘imp of evil’, this
makes Dimmesdale the devil, though the townspeople cannot be aware of
any such implication in their version of Pearl’s paternity.
79 selectmen: in seventeenth-century New England the term was used for
officers elected annually to manage local affairs. In Boston, they took over
the burden of town government between town meetings.
property in a pig: an allusion to a legal dispute in 1642 between a woman
named Mrs Sherman and Captain Keayne whom she accused of stealing
her pig. The Puritan colony divied on who was innocent and who was
guilty. Elected members of the General Court supported Mrs Sherman,
whereas the governor and his assistants took the side of Keayne. The
modification of the legislative framework that resulted was a division into
two houses in 1644; the assistants sat as a senate, while the deputies consti-
tuted an independent house from then on, where before there had been only
one chamber in the assembly. Hawthorne’s sources included Winthrop’s
Journal, History of New England 1630–1649, ed. J. K. Hosmer (New York,
1908), ii. 64–6; 116–20, where the governor recorded his anti-democratic
views and appealed to Old Testment authority against democratic forces,
Explanatory Notes 217
and Snow’s History of Boston, which notes that Keayne was an extortioner
who had been fined for selling foreign goods at exorbitant profit.
80 endowed with life!: compare ‘emblem. . . of sin’ on p. 74 above. The New
England Puritan imagination makes the sinner and the fruit of the sin into
signs, or emblems, of that sin, but the ‘life’ of both escapes the signification
imposed on it.
82 seven years’ slave: free-born Englishmen who could not afford the cost of
the ocean voyage yet wished to emigrate to the New World commonly
indentured themselves to the wealthy men who paid their passages.
Winthrop (Winthrop’s Journal, I. 104) refers to one indentured servant
who said he would rather be in hell than serve his master, and to another
who hanged himself out of misery (Journal, I. 175).
Chronicles of England: Holinshed’s Chronicles of England, Scotland and
Ireland (1577).
83 Pequod war: the Pequod tribe inhabited south-east Connecticut when the
English began to settle in New England. More warlike than their neigh-
bours the Narrangansetts, they began to attack the settlers in 1633. The
conflict ended four years later when a combined force of Englishmen
from the Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Plymouth colonies slaughtered
the Indians—men, women, and children—in their fort on the Mystic River
in Connecticut.
Bacon, Coke, Noye, and Finch: Sir Francis Bacon (1561–1626) was a man of
affairs as well as a philosopher and writer. He was admitted to the bar in 1582
and made attorney-general in 1613. He was a bitter rival of Sir Edward Coke
(1552–1634), who was called to the bar in 1578 and won the race with Bacon
for the attorney-generalship in 1593, having been speaker of the House of
Commons in 1592–3. Active in the trials of Essex and Southampton in 1600,
and vindictive in his treatment of Raleigh in the 1603 trial that led to
Raleigh’s execution, Coke resisted King James I’s claims for the royal pre-
rogative, deciding against the king’s power to create laws by proclama-
tion. As chief justice of common pleas in 1606, he also defended the
secular courts against the attacks of Archbishop Bancroft, who had the
support of King James. By 1615 Coke had published ten volumes of reports
on the cases he had handled. Sir William Noye or Noy (1577–1634) was
called to the bar in 1602 and made attorney-general in 1631. Zealous in
his prosecution of William Prynne in the Star Chamber trial in 1634,
Noye put all his legal skills at the service of King Charles I, earning the
hatred of the people for his writ of ship money and his soap monopoly
law. Sir John Finch (1584–1660), called to the bar in 1611, was chief jus-
tice of common pleas in 1637, when Prynne was censured. He, too, sup-
ported the crown in the ship money case.
84 Reverend Mr. Blackstone: as Hawthorne knew from Snow’s History of
Boston, Blackstone was the first Englishman to settle at Shawmut, later
Boston, and thus had title to the whole peninsula. Snow describes him as
an Episcopalian, but also a nonconformist who left Massachusetts to settle
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in Rhode Island because he did not like the rule of the ‘Lord Bretheren’
any more than that of the ‘Lord Bishops’ in England. The legend of
Blackstone’s riding a bull can be found in the same source.
eldritch: from ‘elf ’, via the Early Modern English ‘elrich’, meaning ‘weird,
ghastly, eerie’.
85 John Wilson: see above, note to p. 52.
86 old King James’s time: James I ruled England from 1603 to 1629.
Lord of Misrule: to the Puritans, the Lord of Misrule—a mock prince
whose authority or rule extended through the Christmas holidays—was
guilty of encouraging all kinds of devilry and scabrous conduct. Hawthorne
had read Puritan denunciations of this character in Joseph Strutt’s Sports
and Pastimes of the People of England (1801). To Bellingham, Pearl
not only looks like a child of that lord, she is a product of mis-rule—of
law-breaking—of a sinful act.
her of Babylon: Revelation 17: 3–5: ‘I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet
beast which was full of blasphemous names, and it had seven heads and
ten horns. The woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet, and bedecked
with gold and jewels and pearls, holding in her hand a golden cup full of
abominations and the impurities of her fornication; and on her forehead
was written a name of mystery: “Babylon the great, mother of harlots and
of earth’s abominations”.’
88 New England Primer: in England the Primer had been a prayer book and
devotional manual for the use of the laity long before the Reformation.
The earliest known edition of the New England Primer, which combined
traditional hornbook material (alphabet and syllabarium) with traditional
primer material (Lord’s Prayer, Creed, Decalogue, and Catechism), came
from the press of Benjamin Harris of Boston in 1690. It used rhyming cou-
plets as learning aids, among them: ‘In Adam’s Fall We sinned all’. The
Primer sold in immense quantities and was frequently revised and reprinted.
Westminster Catechism: in 1647 the Westminster Assembly of Divines,
which was appointed by the Long Parliament in 1643, published the
Shorter and Longer Catechisms. These embodied clear statements of
Calvinist doctrine. Ratified by Parliament in 1648, the Catechisms were
subsequently adopted by the Presbyterians and Congregationalists.
wild roses: another link between Hester and Ann Hutchinson and between
Pearl and the ‘wild’ forces that resist the law.
depravity: the total depravity of the natural man since the Fall was one of
the Five Articles of the Synod of Dort (1618–19), which summarized Ur-
Calvinist belief. This doctrine was reaffirmed in the Westminster Catechism.
destiny: another of the Five Articles was that the depraved soul was des-
tined to eternal torment unless redeemed by God’s grace, acting through
the intercession of Christ.
90 tithing-men: the English ‘tithing’ was a rural division of about ten house-
holders and their families. By the seventeenth century, the tithing-man
Explanatory Notes 219
was a parish peace officer or petty constable. In New England the word
came to mean an elected officer of a township responsible for public order.
91 witchcraft: Mr Wilson’s remark is here unsolemn—even jocular— but
the rumoured appearance of the ‘actual’ witch and her supposed invita-
tion to Hester to attend a witches’ sabbath indicate quite clearly that a
semi-serious comment on a little girl can become deadly when applied to
an ugly old woman. Pearl, too, is in danger, since her ‘airy’ high spirits
can all too easily be interpreted as diabolic possession. Women, of course,
were particularly vulnerable to such superstitions.
94 materialized: the danger that medical ‘science’ might lead to a degradation
of the spiritual, and its subordination to the physical, came home to
Hawthorne in the nineteenth-century pseudo-science of mesmerism.
Alchemy was the science that seemed to Hawthorne to have confused the
realms of matter and spirit in earlier times. See Van Leer (1985).
Elixir of Life: this was a theme with which Hawthorne had already dealt
in his story ‘Dr Heidegger’s Experiment’ (1837). He was to devote his last
years to unsuccessful attempts to complete romances on this subject.
95 Sir Kenelm Digby: Digby (1603–65) was a natural scientist (he discovered
that oxygen was necessary for plant life), astrologer, alchemist, philosopher,
and author whose Private Memoirs (published in 1827) Hawthorne had
read. As Reid (1966) points out, Hawthorne drew on his knowledge of
Digby’s life in his story ‘The Birthmark’ (1843). Associating Chillingworth
with Digby could be a way of signalling something disreputable about the
physician. In political terms, Digby was associated with the king and
opposed to the parliamentary forces.
96 New Jerusalem: Revelation 21: 2, ‘And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem,
coming down out of heaven from God.’
97 freedom of ideas: though the nature of the ideas is not specified, the fact
that the freedom is not available to Puritan ministers suggests that
Chillingworth may be speculating about spiritual matters and that he may
share the ‘freedom of speculation’ that would put his wife in danger if it
were discovered. Arac (1986) takes Chillingworth’s interest in such ideas
as a sign of the general loss of conviction in Puritan values.
99 King’s Chapel: see above, note to p. 39.
Gobelin looms: the Gobelin family made tapestry in their Paris works from
the fifteenth century on. The rich and highly coloured cloths they pro-
duced were the finest in Europe.
David and Bathsheba: King David desired Bathsheba, wife of Uriah the
Hittite. He seduced her and deliberately sent Uriah to his death in battle
so that he could have Bathsheba. See 2 Samuel 11.
Nathan the Prophet: sent to David by the Lord, who was displeased with
the king’s conduct, Nathan trapped David into condemning himself by
telling him a parable of a rich man’s avarice. Irwin (1980) sees the tapes-
try as a hieroglyphic of the central action of The Scarlet Letter, evoking
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the moral doubleness of being both adulterer and denouncer of adultery.
Bronstein (1987) also makes the tapestry the key to the novel, which she
interprets as a parable that trapped the antebellum American reader into
a position analogous to King David’s.
the lore of Rabbis: in his learning Dimmesdale resembles John Cotton, the
minister over whom Ann Hutchinson apparently exercised some influence
before the Antinomian crisis came to a head. In that crisis, Cotton dis-
tanced himself from Ann’s views. The possibility that Hawthorne intends
to suggest an analogy between Dimmesdale’s relationship with Hester
and Cotton’s with Ann is discussed by Colacurcio (1972).
100 Sir Thomas Overbury’s murder: Overbury (1581–1613) offended Frances
Howard, Countess of Essex, by opposing her marriage to his friend and
patron Robert Carr, Earl of Rochester. Knowing that Frances was already
cuckolding her husband Essex by having an affair with Rochester,
Overbury warned the latter against marrying his own whore. In revenge,
Frances plotted Overbury’s death by poison. The poisoning took place
while Overbury was a prisoner in the Tower of London. Frances engaged
the services of Ann Turner, a loose woman of unsavoury reputation,
whom she had previously employed to help win Carr’s affections with
magic charms. When the plot was discovered, Ann Turner and her
accomplices were tried and hanged. Frances (now married to Carr) was
disgraced and exiled from court. The trial revealed the corruption of
court life in James I’s reign. Hawthorne read the story in the Harleian
Miscellany (1808) and the Loseley Manuscripts, ed. A. J. Kempe (1835),
both of which he borowed in 1849 (see Kesselring, 1949). For a detailed
account of the affair, and an elaborate—if unconvincing—theory that it
provides the key to The Scarlet Letter, see Reid (1955).
Doctor Forman: Forman (1552–1611) was a sinister quack doctor who
lived in Lambeth and had contacts at court. Ann Turner applied to him
for help with love potions to win Robert Carr’s affections for Frances
Howard and for charms to make Frances’s husband Essex impotent so
that she could obtain a divorce and marry Carr. At the murder trial in
1615 letters implicating Forman—who had since died—in the love plot
were adduced as evidence. In the Loseley Manuscripts, where the sordid
story is told at length, Forman is said to have been ‘a reputed wizard’.
102 Bunyan’s awful door-way: in Pilgrim’s Progress (1678) this was a doorway
that opened on a byway to hell. The shepherds told Pilgrim that hypo-
crites and traitors to God passed through it.
104 Holy Writ: the text is James 5: 16, ‘Therefore confess your sins to one
another . . . that you may be healed.’ Dimmesdale’s interpretation of it is
obviously self-interested.
God’s glory and man’s welfare: Dimmesdale’s attempt to justify his failure to
confess his sin is one that could carry no conviction to a devout, seventeenth-
century New England Puritan, for—as Baughman (1967) convincingly
argues—public confession of sin was considered of paramount importance.
Explanatory Notes 221
Winthrop recorded fourteen such confessions, four of them for adultery.
Moreover, to officiate at the communion service with so grave a sin uncon-
fessed, as Dimmesdale must have done, would be to ensure damnation.
106 Black Man: this was a common appellation for the Devil in the seven-
teenth century. Hawthorne would have found it in Cotton Mather’s
account of the 1692 Salem witch trials—his Wonders of the Invisible World
(1693)—and in his Magnalia Christi Americana (1702).
109 black-letter: a typeface characterized by heavy black letters resembling
those of early printed works. Also called Gothic.
110 magician’s wand: the earlier reference to his acquaintance with Dr Forman
has indicated what sort of magic Chillingworth is likely to be capable of.
Reid (1955) sees parallels between the mental torture of Dimmesdale and
the physical sufferings of Overbury while he was being poisoned in the
Tower.
112 Pentecost: see Acts 2: 1–4: ‘When the day of Pentecost had come, they
were all together in one place. And suddenly a sound came from heaven
like the rush of a mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were
sitting. And there appeared to them tongues as of fire . . . And they were
all filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues, as the
Spirit gave them utterance.’ The Christian festival occurs on the seventh
Sunday after Easter. The word Pentecost derives from the Greek pen-
tekonta (fifty) and was first applied to the Jewish festival that occurred on
the fiftieth day after the first day of Passover.
the heart’s native language: the paradoxical implication is that the heavenly
Tongue of Flame is given only to those who have sinned and can thus
speak in the language of (fallen) nature. For a useful discussion of the
connection between sin and art in Hawthorne, see Porte (1968).
Tongue of Flame: though the narrator seems to suppose that the power
to speak thus was rare among the fathers of the Puritan Church in
New England, historically the New England ministers regarded this quality
as essential. See Van Leer (1985).
113 the sanctity of Enoch: Genesis 5: 24: ‘Enoch walked with God; and he was
not; for God took him.’ The idea here is that this patriarch was translated
to heaven without tasting death because of his perfect fellowship with God.
117 the noise of witches: the narrator assures us that Dimmesdale’s shriek was
mistaken for the witches’ cries, but the association has nevertheless been
made and will be reinforced by the link between Dimmesdale and the
Black Man when Pearl asks her question in the forest (p. 145 below).
118 Governor Winthrop: the governor actually died on 26 March 1649. Born in
1588, Winthrop was educated at Cambridge, England, admitted to Gray’s
Inn in 1613 and to the Inner Temple in 1628. He sailed to the New World
on the Arbella in 1630, having been elected governor before the ship sailed
once it had been decided to take the charter to Massachusetts. He was
re-elected in 1631, 1632, and 1633. His career, as recorded in his Journal,
222 Explanatory Notes
provided Hawthorne with an eminent example of the fusion of civil and
religious concerns. It also illustrated the resistance of the early leaders of
the colony to the democratizing forces within Massachusetts. In his
Magnalia, Cotton Mather treated Winthrop as a model magistrate and as
the leader of an enterprise analogous to that of the Israelites when they
returned to their promised land. To Mather, Winthrop was the American
Nehemiah. See Bercovitch (1975).
Geneva cloak: a black cloak worn by ministers of the Calvinist faith and
thus associated with Geneva, Calvin’s city.
124 portent: the actual portent (a meteor) occurred at the death of John Cotton
in 1652. In his History of Boston, Snow refers to ‘strange and alarming
signs’ that appeared in the heavens when Cotton died.
127 it meant Able: see Sanderlin (1975) for the theory that Hester’s power to
transform the meaning of the letter undermines the Puritan sense of the
identity of symbols and beliefs.
128 the cross on a nun’s bosom: the comparison connects with the earlier asso-
ciation between Hester and the Virgin Mary to suggest a critique of evan-
gelical Victorian values, according to Moers (1984).
129 prophetess: Keams (1965) notes that the term ‘prophetess’ was frequently
applied to Margaret Fuller by her contemporaries. For Fuller’s relation-
ship to Hester, and for seventeenth-century references to Mrs Hutchinson
as ‘prophetess’, see Wineapple (2003).
136 a dark necessity: Chillingworth’s ‘old faith’ was, of course, Calvinism. At its
centre was the doctrine of predestination.
137 deadly nightshade, dogwood, henbane: each of these plants was associated
with witchcraft; each produced a poison or narcotic which supposedly
had magical powers. On the connection between poisoning and witch-
craft, see below, note to p. 172.
139 horn-book: a single sheet of parchment inscribed with the alphabet and
covered with transparent horn.
141 appointed mission: in hovering about the enigma, Pearl is not only ques-
tioning the meaning of the ‘A’ her mother wears (and thus the relation-
ship between womanhood and sexuality) but also probing the connection
between Hester’s public disgrace and Arthur’s private torment. According
to Bloom (1986), Pearl represents an anarchic influx of power and know-
ledge that derives from Emersonian Orphism and Gnosticism; her credo is
that of Emerson’s ‘Self-Reliance’: ‘What have I to do with the sacredness
of traditions, if I live wholly from within?’
143 Apostle Eliot: John Eliot (1604–90) was educated at Cambridge, England,
and emigrated to Massachusetts in 1630. He became teacher (minister) at
Roxbury, where he stayed for sixty years. In 1646 he began to preach to the
Indians at Dorchester Mills. The following year he preached to them in
their own tongue at Nonantum. In 1661 he completed a translation of the
New Testament into the Indian language, and in 1663 of the Old Testament.
Explanatory Notes 223
He also settled towns for ‘praying Indians’. In Mather’s Magnalia, Eliot
is credited with raising ‘those [Indians] that had hitherto lived like wild
beasts in the wilderness’ to ‘the elevation of our holy religion’. Hawthorne
had included an article on Eliot in the American Magazine of Useful and
Entertaining Knowledge in 1836, when he was its editor.
143 the primeval forest: throughout The Scarlet Letter the forest represents
pre-Christian values and is, consequently, beyond the pale of Puritan law.
Hester’s association with the wilderness therefore links her with pagan-
ism. Compare ‘Main-Street’, where the first inhabitants of the area that
will become Salem are Indians, and the first to be visualized by the narra-
tor is ‘a majestic and queenly woman . . . the great Squaw Sachem’.
144 the scrofula: a tuberculosis condition of the lymphatic glands, character-
ized by enlargement, suppurating abscesses, and cheeselike degeneration.
145 carries a book: in his Magnalia, Mather wrote of a book which devotees were
required to sign ‘in token of their consenting to be listed in the Service of
the Devil’.
his mark: Hester’s outburst implicates Dimmesdale, and even associates
him with the Black Man.
151 why should we not speak it?: the implied reticence—a reluctance to probe
the depths of Hester’s feelings—can only be understood in terms of the
pretence of narratorial disengagement or aloofness from the tale that is
being told.
154 a magnetic power: magnetism was a new and partly mysterious phenome-
non in the 1840s. It served as a metaphor for occult and irrational psychic
forces. Compare Captain Ahab’s magnetic power over his crew in Melville’s
Moby-Dick, ch. 36, ‘The Quarter-Deck’.
iron men; Hester Prynne is here using a metaphor that Hawthorne had
used more than once to convey his sense of the inflexible (and ruthless)
creed of his forefathers. In ‘Main-Street’ he referred to the faith itself as
an ‘iron’ cage. In ‘The Maypole of Merry Mount’ John Endicott—the
archetypal Puritan—is described as an iron man.
155 apostle of the red men: Dimmesdale is returning from a vist to the Apostle Eliot
when Hester intercepts him. The narrator makes it clear that Dimmesdale
is not an independent spirit—he needs the support of institutional faith—
but the passionate side to his character (as noted by Chillingworth) links
him with the Indians, who were considered incapable of any restraint by
white Americans of Hawthorne’s generation. Compare p. 156, for the
association of Hester’s intellectual freedom with the wild Indian.
157 lawless region: the words imply that the ‘natural’ is lawless and—unless
redeemed—depraved. Here, then, the narrator speaks as a Puritan who
sees all Nature as fallen. Elsewhere, the narrator hints at the possibility
that there are laws of the spirit that lie beyond the bounds (and the com-
prehension) of the orthodox Puritans.
160 dryad: wood nymph.
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161 dear old England: on the opposition between Old and New England in The
Scarlet Letter, see Newberry (1987) who treats this as a major thematic
antithesis in the romance.
living hieroglyphic: though ‘hieroglyphic’ may mean ‘any symbol or char-
acter having an obscure or hidden meaning’, the word’s etymology, from
the Greek hieros (sacred) and glyphein (to carve), links Pearl with holy
mysteries. On the significance of hieroglyphics as a theme in Hawthorne,
and in American Romantic writing generally, see Irwin (1980).
163 her bright, wild eyes: like the animal analogues, the phrase associates Pearl
with the pre-Christian wilderness.
168 hesitate to reveal: another example of delicacy on the part of the narrator
(compare p. 151) and another invitation to respond to him as a character
in his own story.
Election Sermon: a sermon preached on the inauguration day of the
governor, who was chosen annually by the freemen of Massachusetts.
Election Day was determined by Easter, coming fifty days after it. On the
significance of the parallel between Election Day and Whitsuntide for
Hawthorne, see Newberry (1977). The tradition lasted until 1684, when
the charter of the colony was suspended by Charles II. By the terms of the
new charter, issued in 1691, the governor was appointed by the monarch.
thrust himself through: see Crews (1966) for the sexual resonances of the
verbs used to describe Dimmesdale’s action.
172 buckramed: buckram was a coarse fabric sized with glue used for stiffening
garments and used in bookbinding.
Ann Turner: this infamous woman was instrumental in the murder of
Overbury in 1613 (see above, note to p. 100). She used a former servant of
hers, one Richard Weston, to provide poison, which was fed to Overbury
while he was in the Tower. Commenting on the Overbury affair in his
Letters on Demonology and Witchcraft (1830), Sir Walter Scott noted the
association between sorcery and poisoners and commented that the word
for witch in Hebrew (chasaph) could also mean poison. Ann invented and
made fashionable the use of a yellow starch on cuffs and ruffs. When con-
demned for the murder of Overbury she was sentenced by Lord Chief
Justice Coke to be hanged in her own yellow ruff and cuffs.
175 New Jerusalem: Newberry (1987) takes Chillingworth’s comment to refer
to the fifth monarchy promised in the Book of Daniel (and thus to the
Civil War in England and the overthrow of King Charles I) rather than to
the Puritan kingdom in the New World.
the King’s own mint-mark: another reminder, according to Newberry, of
the revolutionary times in which Hester’s story is set and of the fate of the
king in 1649.
178 a new man: in fact, the governor elected in 1649 was not ‘new’; he was
John Endicott, who had served as governor before. See below, note to p. 185.
180 Merry Andrew: as Hawthorne knew from reading Strutt’s Sports and
Pastimes of the People of England (1801), in the England of James II this
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figure was an inseparable companion of the mountebank (a seller of med-
icines) and acted as his fool, engaging him in dialogue.
180 wampum-belts: wampum beads, or shells, were made into belts or necklaces
and used as currency by the North American Indians.
182 galliard: a quick and lively dance in triple time.
184 a corporate existence: in Snow’s History of Boston, the story of the oldest
military establishment in the United States is told. This was formed in 1638
as the ‘Military Company of Massachusetts’ and recognized by the General
Court as the ‘Artillery Company’ in 1657. Its full title in Hawthorne’s day
was the Ancient and Honorable Artillery Company of Massachusetts.
College of Arms: founded in England in 1460, this institution was respon-
sible for the records of the titles of those entitled to armorial bearings.
Knights Templars: an order of crusaders that flourished in the thirteenth cen-
tury but was suppressed by the Pope in 1312. Newberry (1977) finds irony
in the analogy, since the knights were described as cruel and usurping in
Sir Walter Scott’s Ivanhoe (1820), where Hawthorne had read of them. The
association would, then, hardly be flattering to Puritan military men.
185 morions: helmets.
Bradstreet, Endicott, Dudley: Simon Bradstreet (1603–97) sailed to New
England in 1630. He was secretary to the colony for the next six years and
played a prominent role in the life of Massachusetts thereafter, being
elected Commissioner (with William Hathorne) of the New England fed-
eration in 1644 and Governor of Massachusetts from 1679 to 1686 and
from 1689 to 1692. In contrast to Dudley and Endicott, he was a moderate
in matters of belief.
John Endicott, or Endecott (c.1589–1665), was one of the six ‘religious
persons’ who bought a patent for territory on the Bay from the Plymouth
Council in 1628. He was named among the incorporators when the char-
ter was granted in 1629. Endicott sailed to Massachusetts in 1628 and set-
tled at Naumkeag (later named Salem), serving as governor until Winthrop
arrived in 1630 and again in 1644, 1649, 1651–3, and 1655–64. Hawthorne’s
ambivalent attitude to this stern and bigoted, yet dedicated, Puritan can
be seen in his ‘Mrs Hutchinson’ (1830), ‘The Maypole of Merry Mount’
(1836), and ‘Endicott and the Red Cross’ (1837).
Thomas Dudley (1576–1653) sailed to Massachusetts on the Arbella in
1630. He was elected governor in 1634, 1640, 1645, and 1650. More severe
in his rule than Governor Winthrop, he clashed with the latter on some
issues, but was equally opposed to the spread of democratic government.
186 Increase Mather: Increase Mather (1639–1723) was one of the most dis-
tinguished of the early New England Puritan ministers, both as a scholar
and as a man of affairs. He became teacher of the Second Church, Boston,
in 1664, and had published more than twenty-five books by 1683. Two years
later he became President of Harvard College, and remained in office until
1701. In 1688 he was sent to the English court to petition on behalf of the
Congregational churches in Massachusetts and in 1689 negotiated a new
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charter for the colony. Though primarily a theologian, he maintained a life-
long open-mindedness towards science. In the 1692 witchcraft trials at
Salem, he was one of the ministers who warned against reliance on spectral
evidence. He was the father of Cotton Mather, author of the Magnalia.
187 stomacher: an ornamental covering for the chest worn by women under
the lacing of the bodice.
188 powwow: medicine man, sorcerer, or priest.
Prince of the Air: compare Ephesians 2: 2, ‘prince of the power of the air,
the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience’.
191 tempest: compare Macbeth, I. iii. 24–5: ‘Though his bark cannot be lost,
yet it shall be tempest-tost’. The witch plans to use her power over the
winds to revenge a supposed insult.
193 glorious destiny: as M. D. Bell (1971) points out, Dimmesdale’s sermon
flatters its New England audience in ways that make it closer to the
speeches of nineteenth-century orators (such as Webster) than to the ser-
mons preached by seventeenth-century Puritans.
198 mysterious horror: Young (1984, p. 144) argues that the only mystery about
the scarlet letter ‘A’ is why Hawthorne (and hence his fictional New
Englanders) found it revolting. In Young’s view, the ‘diabolical letter—
sin, crime—lies just underneath the surface’; it is the incest (imagined or
actual) with his beautiful sister Elizabeth that had haunted Hawthorne’s
unmarried years of seclusion in Salem. When Nathaniel discovered that
ancestors of his on the Manning side of the family had been accused, con-
victed, and punished on charges of incest in 1681, he must have experi-
enced a shock of recognition, according to Young. Hawthorne, we know,
was familiar with the Quarterly Court Records of what became Essex
County, Massachusetts. The Records contained the evidence of family
servants on which the culprits were convicted of incest. They also con-
tained the punishment, which included—for the Manning sisters—sit-
ting in public with a paper on their heads stating ‘This is for whorish
carriage with my naturall Brother’.
202 devoutest Puritan: a clear indication, surely, that the narrator believes that
money can conquer the superstitious belief in witchcraft. We might note,
in contrast, that Mistress Hibbins was condemned as a witch after the loss
of her wealth.
204 GULES : red, as used in heraldry. As Brant (1958–9) points out, a possible
source is Marvell’s ‘The Unfortunate Lover’ which ends:
though
Forced to live in Storms and Wars:
Yet dying leaves a Perfume here,
And Musick within every Ear:
And he in Story only rules,
In a Field Sable, a Lover Gules.