The gray champion. Sunday at home. The wedding knell. The minister's black veil. The maypole of Merry Mount. The gentle boy. Mr. Higginbotham's catastrophe. Little Annie's ramble. Wakefield. A rill from the town pump. The great carbuncle. The prophetic pictures. David Swan. Sights from a steeple. The hollow of the three hills. The toll-gatherer's day. The vision of the fountain. Fancy's show-box. Dr. Heidegger's experiment
James R. Osgood, 1876
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Annie appeared awful beautiful became beneath black veil breath bright Carbuncle cause child church close comes continued cried dark dead death deep Dominicus door dream earth effect expression eyes face fancy father feeling figure fire fountain friends gaze girl give glance grave gray green hand head hear heard heart heaven Higginbotham hill Hooper hour Ilbrahim keep kind lady leaves light living look Merry mind moral morning mother Mount natural never night once painter passed perhaps person picture poor portraits present Puritan Quaker replied rose round scene seemed shadow side smile soul sound spirit stand step stood strange street sunshine tell thou thought till town turned voice Wakefield wander whispered whole widow wife wild woman young youth
Page 155 - I cry aloud to all and sundry, in my plainest accents, and at the very tiptop of my voice. Here it is, gentlemen! Here is the good liquor!
Page 46 - Mr. Hooper had the reputation of a good preacher, but not an energetic one : he strove to win his people heavenward by mild, persuasive influences, rather than to drive them thither by the thunders of the Word. The sermon which he now delivered was marked by the same characteristics of style and manner as the general series of his pulpit oratory.
Page 19 - ... loftier mien, while the decrepitude of age seemed to fall from his shoulders, leaving him in gray but unbroken dignity. Now, he marched onward with a warrior's step, keeping time to the military music. Thus the aged form advanced on one side, and the whole parade of soldiers and magistrates on the other, till, when scarcely twenty yards remained between, the old man grasped his staff by the middle, and held it before him like a leader's truncheon. "Stand!
Page 46 - Hooper into the meeting-house, and set all the congregation astir. Few could refrain from twisting their heads towards the door ; many stood upright, and turned directly about ; while several little boys clambered upon the seats, and came down again with a terrible racket. There was a general bustle, a rustling of the women's gowns and shuffling of the men's feet, greatly at variance with that hushed repose which should attend the entrance of the minister.
Page 160 - ... finally monopolize the whole business of quenching thirst. Blessed consummation ! Then Poverty shall pass away from the land, finding no hovel so wretched, where her squalid form may shelter itself. Then, Disease, for lack of other victims, shall gnaw its own heart, and die.
Page 64 - ... feathery crest and wampum belt. Many of this strange company wore foolscaps, and had little bells appended to their garments, tinkling with a silvery sound, responsive to the inaudible music of their gleesome spirits. Some youths and maidens were of soberer garb, yet well maintained their places in the irregular throng, by the expression of wild revelry upon their features. Such were the colonists of Merry Mount, as they stood in the broad smile of sunset, round their venerated Maypole.
Page 44 - Another clergyman in New England, Mr. Joseph Moody, of York, Maine, who died about eighty years since, made himself remarkable by the same eccentricity that is here related of the Reverend Mr. Hooper. In his case, however, the symbol had a different import. In early life he had accidentally killed a beloved friend; and from that day till the hour of his own death, he hid his face from men. "Are you sure it is our parson?" inquired Goodman Gray of the sexton. "Of a certainty it is good Mr. Hooper,
Page 253 - There, in fact, stood the four glasses brimful of this wonderful water, the delicate spray of which, as it effervesced from the surface, resembled the tremulous glitter of diamonds. It was now so nearly sunset that the chamber had grown duskier than ever, but a mild and moonlike splendor gleamed from within the vase and rested alike on the four guests and on the doctor's venerable figure.
Page 158 - Look ! how rapidly they lower the watermark on the sides of the trough, till their capacious stomachs are moistened with a gallon or two apiece, and they can afford time to breathe it in, with sighs of calm enjoyment. Now they roll their quiet eyes around the brim of their monstrous drinking vessel. An ox is your true toper.