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Thegrassplotbeforethejail,inPrisonLane,onacertainsummermorning,notlessthantwocenturiesago,wasoccupiedbyaprettylargenumberoftheinhabitantsofBoston,allwiththeireyesintentlyfastenedontheironclampedoakendoor.
Amongstanyotherpopulation,oratalaterperiodinthehistoryofNewEngland,thegrimrigiditythatpetrifiedthebeardedphysiognomiesofthesegoodpeoplewouldhaveauguredsomeawfulbusinessinhand.
Itcouldhavebetokenednothingshortoftheanticipatedexecutionofsomeriotedculprit,onwhomthesentenceofalegaltribunalhadbutconfirmedtheverdictofpublicsentiment.
But,inthatearlyseverityofthePuritancharacter,aninferenceofthiskindcouldnotsoindubitablybedrawn.
Itmightbethatasluggishbondservant,oranundutifulchild,whomhisparentshadgivenovertothecivilauthority,wastobecorrectedatthewhippingpost.
ItmightbethatanAntinomian,aQuaker,orotherheterodoxreligionist,wastobescourgedoutofthetown,oranidleorvagrantIndian,whomthewhiteman’sfirewaterhadmaderiotousaboutthestreets,wastobedrivenwithstripesintotheshadowoftheforest.
Itmightbe,too,thatawitch,likeoldMistressHibbins,thebittertemperedwidowofthemagistrate,wastodieuponthegallows.
Ineithercase,therewasverymuchthesamesolemnityofdemeanouronthepartofthespectators,asbefittedapeopleamongwhomreligionandlawwerealmostidentical,andinwhosecharacterbothweresothoroughlyinterfused,thatthemildestandseverestactsofpublicdisciplinewerealikemadevenerableandawful.
Meagre,indeed,andcold,wasthesympathythatatransgressormightlookfor,fromsuchbystanders,atthescaffold.
Ontheotherhand,apenaltywhich,inourdays,wouldinferadegreeofmockinginfamyandridicule,mightthenbeinvestedwithalmostassternadignityasthepunishmentofdeathitself.
Itwasacircumstancetobenotedonthesummermorningwhenourstorybeginsitscourse,thatthewomen,ofwhomtherewereseveralinthecrowd,appearedtotakeapeculiarinterestinwhateverpenalinflictionmightbeexpectedtoensue.
Theagehadnotsomuchrefinement,thatanysenseofimproprietyrestrainedthewearersofpetticoatandfarthingalefromsteppingforthintothepublicways,andwedgingtheirnotunsubstantialpersons,ifoccasionwere,intothethrongnearesttothescaffoldatanexecution.
Morally,aswellasmaterially,therewasacoarserfibreinthosewivesandmaidensofoldEnglishbirthandbreedingthanintheirfairdescendants,separatedfromthembyaseriesofsixorsevengenerations;for,throughoutthatchainofancestry,everysuccessivemotherhadtransmittedtoherchildafainterbloom,amoredelicateandbrieferbeauty,andaslighterphysicalframe,ifnotcharacteroflessforceandsoliditythanherown.
ThewomenwhowerenowstandingabouttheprisondoorstoodwithinlessthanhalfacenturyoftheperiodwhenthemanlikeElizabethhadbeenthenotaltogetherunsuitablerepresentativeofthesex.
Theywerehercountrywomen:andthebeefandaleoftheirnativeland,withamoraldietnotawhitmorerefined,enteredlargelyintotheircomposition.
Thebrightmorningsun,therefore,shoneonbroadshouldersandwelldevelopedbusts,andonroundandruddycheeks,thathadripenedinthefaroffisland,andhadhardlyyetgrownpalerorthinnerintheatmosphereofNewEngland.
Therewas,moreover,aboldnessandrotundityofspeechamongthesematrons,asmostofthemseemedtobe,thatwouldstartleusatthepresentday,whetherinrespecttoitspurportoritsvolumeoftone.
Goodwives,saidahardfeatureddameoffifty,I’lltellyeapieceofmymind.
Itwouldbegreatlyforthepublicbehoofifwewomen,beingofmatureageandchurchmembersingoodrepute,shouldhavethehandlingofsuchmalefactressesasthisHesterPrynne.Whatthinkye,gossips?
Ifthehussystoodupforjudgmentbeforeusfive,thatarenowhereinaknottogether,wouldshecomeoffwithsuchasentenceastheworshipfulmagistrateshaveawarded?Marry,Itrownot
Peoplesay,saidanother,thattheReverendMasterDimmesdale,hergodlypastor,takesitverygrievouslytoheartthatsuchascandalshouldhavecomeuponhiscongregation.
ThemagistratesareGodfearinggentlemen,butmercifulovermuchthatisatruth,addedathirdautumnalmatron.
Attheveryleast,theyshouldhaveputthebrandofahotirononHesterPrynne’sforehead.
MadameHesterwouldhavewincedatthat,Iwarrantme.
ButshethenaughtybaggagelittlewillshecarewhattheyputuponthebodiceofhergownWhy,lookyou,shemaycoveritwithabrooch,orsuchlike.
heathenishadornment,andsowalkthestreetsasbraveasever
Ah,but,interposed,moresoftly,ayoungwife,holdingachildbythehand,lethercoverthemarkasshewill,thepangofitwillbealwaysinherheart.
Whatdowetalkofmarksandbrands,whetheronthebodiceofhergownorthefleshofherforehead?
criedanotherfemale,theugliestaswellasthemostpitilessoftheseselfconstitutedjudges.
Thiswomanhasbroughtshameuponusall,andoughttodie;Istherenotlawforit?
Trulythereis,bothintheScriptureandthestatutebook.
Thenletthemagistrates,whohavemadeitofnoeffect,thankthemselvesiftheirownwivesanddaughtersgoastray
Mercyonus,goodwifeexclaimedamaninthecrowd,istherenovirtueinwoman,savewhatspringsfromawholesomefearofthegallows?Thatisthehardestwordyet!
Hushnow,gossipsforthelockisturningintheprisondoor,andherecomesMistressPrynneherself.
Thedoorofthejailbeingflungopenfromwithinthereappeared,inthefirstplace,likeablackshadowemergingintosunshine,thegrimandgristlypresenceofthetownbeadle,withaswordbyhisside,andhisstaffofofficeinhishand.
ThispersonageprefiguredandrepresentedinhisaspectthewholedismalseverityofthePuritaniccodeoflaw,whichitwashisbusinesstoadministerinitsfinalandclosestapplicationtotheoffender.
Stretchingforththeofficialstaffinhislefthand,helaidhisrightupontheshoulderofayoungwoman,whomhethusdrewforward,until,onthethresholdoftheprisondoor,sherepelledhim,byanactionmarkedwithnaturaldignityandforceofcharacter,andsteppedintotheopenairasifbyherownfreewill.
Sheboreinherarmsachild,ababyofsomethreemonthsold,whowinkedandturnedasideitslittlefacefromthetoovividlightofday;becauseitsexistence,heretofore,hadbroughtitacquaintanceonlywiththegreytwilightofadungeon,orotherdarksomeapartmentoftheprison.
Whentheyoungwomanthemotherofthischildstoodfullyrevealedbeforethecrowd,itseemedtobeherfirstimpulsetoclasptheinfantcloselytoherbosom;notsomuchbyanimpulseofmotherlyaffection,asthatshemighttherebyconcealacertaintoken,whichwaswroughtorfastenedintoherdress.
Inamoment,however,wiselyjudgingthatonetokenofhershamewouldbutpoorlyservetohideanother,shetookthebabyonherarm,andwithaburningblush,andyetahaughtysmile,andaglancethatwouldnotbeabashed,lookedaroundathertownspeopleandneighbours.
Onthebreastofhergown,infineredcloth,surroundedwithanelaborateembroideryandfantasticflourishesofgoldthread,appearedtheletterA.
Itwassoartisticallydone,andwithsomuchfertilityandgorgeousluxurianceoffancy,thatithadalltheeffectofalastandfittingdecorationtotheapparelwhichshewore,andwhichwasofasplendourinaccordancewiththetasteoftheage,butgreatlybeyondwhatwasallowedbythesumptuaryregulationsofthecolony.
Theyoungwomanwastall,withafigureofperfecteleganceonalargescale.
Shehaddarkandabundanthair,soglossythatitthrewoffthesunshinewithagleam;andafacewhich,besidesbeingbeautifulfromregularityoffeatureandrichnessofcomplexion,hadtheimpressivenessbelongingtoamarkedbrowanddeepblackeyes.
Shewasladylike,too,afterthemannerofthefemininegentilityofthosedays;characterizedbyacertainstateanddignity,ratherthanbythedelicate,evanescent,andindescribablegracewhichisnowrecognizedasitsindication.
AndneverhadHesterPrynneappearedmoreladylike,intheantiqueinterpretationoftheterm,thanassheissuedfromtheprison.
Thosewhohadbeforeknownher,andhadexpectedtobeholdherdimmedandobscuredbyadisastrouscloud,wereastonished,andevenstartled,toperceivehowherbeautyshoneout,andmadeahaloofthemisfortuneandignominyinwhichshewasenveloped.
Itmaybetruethat,toasensitiveobserver,therewassomethingexquisitelypainfulinit.
Herattire,whichindeed,shehadwroughtfortheoccasioninprison,andhadmodelledmuchafterherownfancy,seemedtoexpresstheattitudeofherspirit,thedesperaterecklessnessofhermood,byitswildandpicturesquepeculiarity.
Butthepointwhichdrewalleyes,and,asitwere,transfiguredthewearersothatbothmenandwomenwhohadbeenfamiliarlyacquaintedwithHesterPrynnewerenowimpressedasiftheybeheldherforthefirsttimewasthatScarletLetter,sofantasticallyembroideredandilluminateduponherbosom.
Ithadtheeffectofaspell,takingheroutoftheordinaryrelationswithhumanity,andenclosingherinaspherebyherself.
Shehathgoodskillatherneedle,that’scertain,remarkedoneofherfemalespectators;butdideverawoman,beforethisbrazenhussy,contrivesuchawayofshowingit?
Why,gossips,whatisitbuttolaughinthefacesofourgodlymagistrates,andmakeaprideoutofwhatthey,worthygentlemen,meantforapunishment?
Itwerewell,mutteredthemostironvisagedoftheolddames,ifwestrippedMadameHester’srichgownoffherdaintyshoulders;andasfortheredletterwhichshehathstitchedsocuriously,I’llbestowaragofmineownrheumaticflanneltomakeafitterone!
Oh,peace,neighbourspeace!whisperedtheiryoungestcompanion;donotletherhearyou!Notastitchinthatembroideredletterbutshehasfeltitinherheart.
Thegrimbeadlenowmadeagesturewithhisstaff.
Makeway,goodpeoplemakeway,intheKing’sname!criedhe.
Openapassage;andIpromiseye,MistressPrynneshallbesetwhereman,woman,andchildmayhaveafairsightofherbraveapparelfromthistimetillanhourpastmeridian.
AblessingontherighteouscolonyoftheMassachusetts,whereiniquityisdraggedoutintothesunshine!
Comealong,MadameHester,andshowyourscarletletterinthemarketplace!
Alanewasforthwithopenedthroughthecrowdofspectators.
Precededbythebeadle,andattendedbyanirregularprocessionofsternbrowedmenandunkindlyvisagedwomen,HesterPrynnesetforthtowardstheplaceappointedforherpunishment.
Acrowdofeagerandcuriousschoolboys,understandinglittleofthematterinhand,exceptthatitgavethemahalfholiday,ranbeforeherprogress,turningtheirheadscontinuallytostareintoherfaceandatthewinkingbabyinherarms,andattheignominiousletteronherbreast.
Itwasnogreatdistance,inthosedays,fromtheprisondoortothemarketplace.
Measuredbytheprisoner’sexperience,however,itmightbereckonedajourneyofsomelength;forhaughtyasherdemeanourwas,sheperchanceunderwentanagonyfromeveryfootstepofthosethatthrongedtoseeher,asifherhearthadbeenflungintothestreetforthemalltospurnandtrampleupon.
Inournature,however,thereisaprovision,alikemarvellousandmerciful,thatthesufferershouldneverknowtheintensityofwhatheenduresbyitspresenttorture,butchieflybythepangthatranklesafterit.
Withalmostaserenedeportment,therefore,HesterPrynnepassedthroughthisportionofherordeal,andcametoasortofscaffold,atthewesternextremityofthemarketplace.
ItstoodnearlybeneaththeeavesofBoston’searliestchurch,andappearedtobeafixturethere.
Infact,thisscaffoldconstitutedaportionofapenalmachine,whichnow,fortwoorthreegenerationspast,hasbeenmerelyhistoricalandtraditionaryamongus,butwasheld,intheoldtime,tobeaseffectualanagent,inthepromotionofgoodcitizenship,aseverwastheguillotineamongtheterroristsofFrance.
Itwas,inshort,theplatformofthepillory;andaboveitrosetheframeworkofthatinstrumentofdiscipline,sofashionedastoconfinethehumanheadinitstightgrasp,andthusholdituptothepublicgaze.
Theveryidealofignominywasembodiedandmademanifestinthiscontrivanceofwoodandiron.
Therecanbenooutrage,methinks,againstourcommonnaturewhateverbethedelinquenciesoftheindividualnooutragemoreflagrantthantoforbidtheculprittohidehisfaceforshame;asitwastheessenceofthispunishmenttodo.
InHesterPrynne’sinstance,however,asnotunfrequentlyinothercases,hersentenceborethatsheshouldstandacertaintimeupontheplatform,butwithoutundergoingthatgripeabouttheneckandconfinementofthehead,thepronenesstowhichwasthemostdevilishcharacteristicofthisuglyengine.
Knowingwellherpart,sheascendedaflightofwoodensteps,andwasthusdisplayedtothesurroundingmultitude,atabouttheheightofaman’sshouldersabovethestreet.
HadtherebeenaPapistamongthecrowdofPuritans,hemighthaveseeninthisbeautifulwoman,sopicturesqueinherattireandmien,andwiththeinfantatherbosom,anobjecttoremindhimoftheimageofDivineMaternity,whichsomanyillustriouspaintershaveviedwithoneanothertorepresent;somethingwhichshouldremindhim,indeed,butonlybycontrast,ofthatsacredimageofsinlessmotherhood,whoseinfantwastoredeemtheworld.
Here,therewasthetaintofdeepestsininthemostsacredqualityofhumanlife,workingsucheffect,thattheworldwasonlythedarkerforthiswoman’sbeauty,andthemorelostfortheinfantthatshehadborne.
Thescenewasnotwithoutamixtureofawe,suchasmustalwaysinvestthespectacleofguiltandshameinafellowcreature,beforesocietyshallhavegrowncorruptenoughtosmile,insteadofshudderingatit.
ThewitnessesofHesterPrynne’sdisgracehadnotyetpassedbeyondtheirsimplicity.
Theyweresternenoughtolookuponherdeath,hadthatbeenthesentence,withoutamurmuratitsseverity,buthadnoneoftheheartlessnessofanothersocialstate,whichwouldfindonlyathemeforjestinanexhibitionlikethepresent.
Evenhadtherebeenadispositiontoturnthematterintoridicule,itmusthavebeenrepressedandoverpoweredbythesolemnpresenceofmennolessdignifiedthanthegovernor,andseveralofhiscounsellors,ajudge,ageneral,andtheministersofthetown,allofwhomsatorstoodinabalconyofthemeetinghouse,lookingdownupontheplatform.
Whensuchpersonagescouldconstituteapartofthespectacle,withoutriskingthemajesty,orreverenceofrankandoffice,itwassafelytobeinferredthattheinflictionofalegalsentencewouldhaveanearnestandeffectualmeaning.
Accordingly,thecrowdwassombreandgrave.
Theunhappyculpritsustainedherselfasbestawomanmight,undertheheavyweightofathousandunrelentingeyes,allfasteneduponher,andconcentratedatherbosom.Itwasalmostintolerabletobeborne.
Ofanimpulsiveandpassionatenature,shehadfortifiedherselftoencounterthestingsandvenomousstabsofpubliccontumely,wreakingitselfineveryvarietyofinsult;buttherewasaqualitysomuchmoreterribleinthesolemnmoodofthepopularmind,thatshelongedrathertobeholdallthoserigidcountenancescontortedwithscornfulmerriment,andherselftheobject.
Hadaroaroflaughterburstfromthemultitudeeachman,eachwoman,eachlittleshrillvoicedchild,contributingtheirindividualpartsHesterPrynnemighthaverepaidthemallwithabitteranddisdainfulsmile.
But,undertheleadeninflictionwhichitwasherdoomtoendure,shefelt,atmoments,asifshemustneedsshriekoutwiththefullpowerofherlungs,andcastherselffromthescaffolddownupontheground,orelsegomadatonce.
Yettherewereintervalswhenthewholescene,inwhichshewasthemostconspicuousobject,seemedtovanishfromhereyes,or,atleast,glimmeredindistinctlybeforethem,likeamassofimperfectlyshapedandspectralimages.
Hermind,andespeciallyhermemory,waspreternaturallyactive,andkeptbringingupotherscenesthanthisroughlyhewnstreetofalittletown,ontheedgeofthewesternwilderness:otherfacesthanwereloweringuponherfrombeneaththebrimsofthosesteeplecrownedhats.
Reminiscences,themosttriflingandimmaterial,passagesofinfancyandschooldays,sports,childishquarrels,andthelittledomestictraitsofhermaidenyears,cameswarmingbackuponher,intermingledwithrecollectionsofwhateverwasgravestinhersubsequentlife;onepicturepreciselyasvividasanother;asifallwereofsimilarimportance,orallalikeaplay.
Possibly,itwasaninstinctivedeviceofherspirittorelieveitselfbytheexhibitionofthesephantasmagoricforms,fromthecruelweightandhardnessofthereality.
Bethatasitmight,thescaffoldofthepillorywasapointofviewthatrevealedtoHesterPrynnetheentiretrackalongwhichshehadbeentreading,sinceherhappyinfancy.
Standingonthatmiserableeminence,shesawagainhernativevillage,inOldEngland,andherpaternalhome:adecayedhouseofgreystone,withapovertystrickenaspect,butretainingahalfobliteratedshieldofarmsovertheportal,intokenofantiquegentility.
Shesawherfather’sface,withitsboldbrow,andreverendwhitebeardthatflowedovertheoldfashionedElizabethanruff;hermother’s,too,withthelookofheedfulandanxiouslovewhichitalwaysworeinherremembrance,andwhich,evensinceherdeath,hadsooftenlaidtheimpedimentofagentleremonstranceinherdaughter’spathway.
Shesawherownface,glowingwithgirlishbeauty,andilluminatingalltheinterioroftheduskymirrorinwhichshehadbeenwonttogazeatit.
Thereshebeheldanothercountenance,ofamanwellstrickeninyears,apale,thin,scholarlikevisage,witheyesdimandblearedbythelamplightthathadservedthemtoporeovermanyponderousbooks.
Yetthosesameblearedopticshadastrange,penetratingpower,whenitwastheirowner’spurposetoreadthehumansoul.
Thisfigureofthestudyandthecloister,asHesterPrynne’swomanlyfancyfailednottorecall,wasslightlydeformed,withtheleftshoulderatriflehigherthantheright.
Nextrosebeforeherinmemory’spicturegallery,theintricateandnarrowthoroughfares,thetall,greyhouses,thehugecathedrals,andthepublicedifices,ancientindateandquaintinarchitecture,ofacontinentalcity;wherenewlifehadawaitedher,stillinconnexionwiththemisshapenscholar:anewlife,butfeedingitselfontimewornmaterials,likeatuftofgreenmossonacrumblingwall.
Lastly,inlieuoftheseshiftingscenes,camebacktherudemarketplaceofthePuritan,settlement,withallthetownspeopleassembled,andlevellingtheirsternregardsatHesterPrynneyes,atherselfwhostoodonthescaffoldofthepillory,aninfantonherarm,andtheletterA,inscarlet,fantasticallyembroideredwithgoldthread,uponherbosom.
Coulditbetrue?Sheclutchedthechildsofiercelytoherbreastthatitsentforthacry;sheturnedhereyesdownwardatthescarletletter,andeventoucheditwithherfinger,toassureherselfthattheinfantandtheshamewerereal.
Yesthesewereherrealitiesallelsehadvanished!
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