Passages from the American Notebooks, Volume 1 by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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fastened a chain and padlock to his legs, and lay down to sleep in a
field. He was apprehended, and carried gratis to a jail in the town whither he desired to go. An old volume in a large library,--every one to be afraid to unclasp and open it, because it was said to be a book of magic. A ghost seen by moonlight; when the moon was out, it would shine and melt through the airy substance of the ghost, as through a cloud. Prideaux, Bishop of Worcester, during the sway of the Parliament, was forced to support himself and his family by selling his household goods. A friend asked him, "How doth your lordship?" "Never better in my life," said the Bishop, "only I have too great a stomach; for I have eaten that little plate which the sequestrators left me. I have eaten a great library of excellent books. I have eaten a great deal of linen, much of my brass, some of my pewter, and now I am come to eat iron; and what will come next I know not." A scold and a blockhead,--brimstone and wood,--a good match. To make one's own reflection in a mirror the subject of a story. In a dream to wander to some place where may be heard the complaints of all the miserable on earth. Some common quality or circumstance that should bring together people the most unlike in all other respects, and make a brotherhood and sisterhood of them,--the rich and the proud finding themselves in the same category with the mean and the despised. |
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