Nathaniel Hawthorne and His Wife: A Biography, Volumen1James R. Osgood and Company, 1885 |
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... Mary Rondel " was written across the paper in large , bold characters . Nothing followed the name , which was unknown to every one present ; and at last some- body put the question , who Mary Rondel was ? Here- upon the medium's hand ...
... Mary Rondel " was written across the paper in large , bold characters . Nothing followed the name , which was unknown to every one present ; and at last some- body put the question , who Mary Rondel was ? Here- upon the medium's hand ...
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... Mary Rondel had no rest , and demanded the sympathy of Nathaniel Hawthorne . Subsequent inquiries elicited from Mary Rondel the information that she had been , in her lifetime , connected in some way with the Hawthorne family ; that she ...
... Mary Rondel had no rest , and demanded the sympathy of Nathaniel Hawthorne . Subsequent inquiries elicited from Mary Rondel the information that she had been , in her lifetime , connected in some way with the Hawthorne family ; that she ...
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... Mary Rondel , that nobody could help regarding her with a certain compassionate kindliness . Liar though she doubtless was , she produced a more real and consistent impression upon her mortal audience than did any of her disembodied ...
... Mary Rondel , that nobody could help regarding her with a certain compassionate kindliness . Liar though she doubtless was , she produced a more real and consistent impression upon her mortal audience than did any of her disembodied ...
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... Mary Rondel ; and opposite to it , in the same chirography , that of Daniel Hathorne . This unexpected dis- · covery interested the finder not a little ; and his interest was increased when , on coming to the latter part of the volume ...
... Mary Rondel ; and opposite to it , in the same chirography , that of Daniel Hathorne . This unexpected dis- · covery interested the finder not a little ; and his interest was increased when , on coming to the latter part of the volume ...
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... Mary Rondel , who lived in Boston . She returned his love ; but , somehow or other , the affair ended unhappily , and Mary soon after died . No more than this was known ; but this was enough to complete a singular and unaccountable ...
... Mary Rondel , who lived in Boston . She returned his love ; but , somehow or other , the affair ended unhappily , and Mary soon after died . No more than this was known ; but this was enough to complete a singular and unaccountable ...
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Página 104 - Oh that I was rich enough to live without a profession ! What do you think of my becoming an author, and relying for support upon my pen ? Indeed, I think the illegibility of my handwriting is very author-like. How proud you would feel to see my works praised by the reviewers, as equal to the proudest productions of the scribbling sons of John Bull. But authors are always poor devils, and therefore Satan may take them.
Página 25 - First and principally I commit my soul into the hands of Almighty God, and my body to the earth to be decently buried at the discretion of my Executors...
Página 474 - But Ernest turned away, melancholy, and almost despondent: for this was the saddest of his disappointments, to behold a man who might have fulfilled the prophecy, and had not willed to do so. Meantime, the cavalcade, the banners, the music, and the barouches swept past him, with the vociferous crowd in the rear, leaving the dust to settle down, and the Great Stone Face to be revealed again, with the grandeur that it had worn for untold centuries.
Página 25 - I will that all my just Debts and funeral charges be paid and discharged by my Executors, and particularly that they pay to the Orders of Mr.
Página 398 - I am so pulled hither and thither by circumstances. The calm, the coolness, the silent grass-growing mood in which a man ought always to compose, — that, I fear, can seldom be mine.
Página 473 - Confess it," said one of Ernest's neighbors to him, "the Great Stone Face has met its match at last!" Now, it must be owned that, at his first glimpse of the countenance which was bowing and smiling from the barouche, Ernest did fancy that there was a resemblance between it and the old familiar face upon the mountain-side.
Página 257 - It was such an awful joke, that she should have resolved—in all sincerity, no doubt — to make herself the greatest, wisest, best woman of the age. And to that end she set to work on her strong, heavy, unpliable, and, in many respects, defective and evil nature...
Página 473 - ... fog with his mere breath, and obscure the natural daylight with it. His tongue, indeed, was a magic instrument ; sometimes it rumbled like the thunder ; sometimes it warbled like the sweetest music. It was the blast of war, — the song of peace ; and it seemed to have a heart in it, when there was no such matter.
Página 398 - Dollars damn me; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. My dear Sir, a presentiment is on me,— I shall at last be worn out and perish, like an old nutmeg-grater, grated to pieces by the constant attrition of the wood, that is, the nutmeg. What I feel most moved to write, that is banned,— it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the other way I cannot. So the product is a final hash, and all my books are botches.
Página 399 - Paradise, in some little shady corner by ourselves, and if we shall by any means be able to smuggle a basket of champagne there (I won't believe in a Temperance Heaven), and if we shall then cross our celestial legs in the celestial grass that is forever tropical, and strike our glasses and our heads together, till both musically ring in concert, — then...