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XXI. THE NEW ENGLAND HOLIDAY 277 XXII. THE PROCESSION 288 XXIII. THE REVELATION OF THE SCARLET LETTER 302 XXIV. CONCLUSION 315 [Illustration] LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Drawn by MARY HALLOCK FOOTE and Engraved by A. V. S. ANTHONY. The ornamental head-pieces are by L. S. IPSEN.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โPAGE THE CUSTOM-HOUSE 1 THE PRISON DOOR 49 VIGNETTE,โWILD ROSE 51 THE GOSSIPS 57 "STANDING ON THE MISERABLE EMINENCE" 65 "SHE WAS LED BACK TO PRISON" 78 "THE EYES OF THE WRINKLED SCHOLAR GLOWED" 87
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โTHE LONESOME DWELLING 93 LONELY FOOTSTEPS 99 VIGNETTE 104 A TOUCH OF PEARL'S BABY-HAND 113 VIGNETTE 118 THE GOVERNOR'S BREASTPLATE 125 "LOOK THOU TO IT! I WILL NOT LOSE THE CHILD!"
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โTHE MINISTER AND LEECH 148 THE LEECH AND HIS PATIENT 165 THE VIRGINS OF THE CHURCH 172 "THEY STOOD IN THE NOON OF THAT STRANGE SPLENDOR" 185 HESTER IN THE HOUSE OF MOURNING 195
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โMANDRAKE 211 "HE GATHERED HERBS HERE AND THERE" 213 PEARL ON THE SEA-SHORE 217 "WILT THOU YET FORGIVE ME?"
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โCHILLINGWORTH,โ"SMILE WITH A SINISTER MEANING" 287 NEW ENGLAND WORTHIES 289 "SHALL WE NOT MEET AGAIN?" 311 HESTER'S RETURN 320 THE CUSTOM-HOUSE. [Illustration: The Custom-House] THE CUSTOM-HOUSE. INTRODUCTORY TO "THE SCARLET LETTER."
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โIt is a little remarkable, thatโthough disinclined to talk overmuch of myself and my affairs at the fireside, and to my personal friendsโan autobiographical impulse should twice in my life have taken possession of me, in addressing the public. The first time was three or four years since, when I favored the readerโinexcusably, and for no earthly reason, that either the indulgent reader or the intrusive author could imagineโwith a description of my way of life in the deep quietude of an Old Manse. And nowโbecause, beyond my deserts, I was happy enough to find a listener or two on the former occasionโI again seize the public by the button, and talk of my three years' experience in a Custom-House. The example of the famous "P. P. , Clerk of this Parish," was never more faithfully followed. The truth seems to be, however, that, when he casts his leaves forth upon the wind, the author addresses, not the many who will fling aside his volume, or never take it up, but the few who will understand him, better than most of his schoolmates or lifemates. Some authors, indeed, do far more than this, and indulge themselves in such confidential depths of revelation as could fittingly be addressed, only and exclusively, to the one heart and mind of perfect sympathy; as if the printed book, thrown at large on the wide world, were certain to find out the divided segment of the writer's own nature, and complete his circle of existence by bringing him into communion with it. It is scarcely decorous, however, to speak all, even where we speak impersonally. But, as thoughts are frozen and utterance benumbed, unless the speaker stand in some true relation with his audience, it may be pardonable to imagine that a friend, a kind and apprehensive, though not the closest friend, is listening to our talk; and then, a native reserve being thawed by this genial consciousness, we may prate of the circumstances that lie around us, and even of ourself, but still keep the inmost Me behind its veil. To this extent, and within these limits, an author, methinks, may be autobiographical, without violating either the reader's rights or his own.
ํด์ค ๋ณด๊ธฐ โIt will be seen, likewise, that this Custom-House sketch has a certain propriety, of a kind always recognized in literature, as explaining how a large portion of the following pages came into my possession, and as offering proofs of the authenticity of a narrative therein contained. This, in fact,โa desire to put myself in my true position as editor, or very little more, of the most prolix among the tales that make up my volume,โthis, and no other, is my true reason for assuming a personal relation with the public. In accomplishing the main purpose, it has appeared allowable, by a few extra touches, to give a faint representation of a mode of life not heretofore described, together with some of the characters that move in it, among whom the author happened to make one.
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