Thegrass–plotbeforethejail,inPrisonLane,onacertainsummermorning,notlessthantwocenturiesago,wasoccupiedbyaprettylargenumberoftheinhabitantsofBoston,allwiththeireyesintentlyfastenedontheiron–clampedoakendoor. Amongstanyotherpopulation,oratalaterperiodinthehistoryofNewEngland,thegrimrigiditythatpetrifiedthebeardedphysiognomiesofthesegoodpeoplewouldhaveauguredsomeawfulbusinessinhand. Itcouldhavebetokenednothingshortoftheanticipatedexecutionofsomeriotedculprit,onwhomthesentenceofalegaltribunalhadbutconfirmedtheverdictofpublicsentiment. But,inthatearlyseverityofthePuritancharacter,aninferenceofthiskindcouldnotsoindubitablybedrawn. Itmightbethatasluggishbond–servant,oranundutifulchild,whomhisparentshadgivenovertothecivilauthority,wastobecorrectedatthewhipping–post. ItmightbethatanAntinomian,aQuaker,orotherheterodoxreligionist,wastobescourgedoutofthetown,oranidleorvagrantIndian,whomthewhiteman’sfirewaterhadmaderiotousaboutthestreets,wastobedrivenwithstripesintotheshadowoftheforest. Itmightbe,too,thatawitch,likeoldMistressHibbins,thebitter–temperedwidowofthemagistrate,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. Thewomenwhowerenowstandingabouttheprison–doorstoodwithinlessthanhalfacenturyoftheperiodwhentheman–likeElizabethhadbeenthenotaltogetherunsuitablerepresentativeofthesex. Theywerehercountrywomen:andthebeefandaleoftheirnativeland,withamoraldietnotawhitmorerefined,enteredlargelyintotheircomposition. Thebrightmorningsun,therefore,shoneonbroadshouldersandwell–developedbusts,andonroundandruddycheeks,thathadripenedinthefar–offisland,andhadhardlyyetgrownpalerorthinnerintheatmosphereofNewEngland. Therewas,moreover,aboldnessandrotundityofspeechamongthesematrons,asmostofthemseemedtobe,thatwouldstartleusatthepresentday,whetherinrespecttoitspurportoritsvolumeoftone. “Goodwives,”saidahard–featureddameoffifty,“I’lltellyeapieceofmymind. Itwouldbegreatlyforthepublicbehoofifwewomen,beingofmatureageandchurch–membersingoodrepute,shouldhavethehandlingofsuchmalefactressesasthisHesterPrynne.Whatthinkye,gossips? Ifthehussystoodupforjudgmentbeforeusfive,thatarenowhereinaknottogether,wouldshecomeoffwithsuchasentenceastheworshipfulmagistrateshaveawarded?Marry,Itrownot” “Peoplesay,”saidanother,“thattheReverendMasterDimmesdale,hergodlypastor,takesitverygrievouslytoheartthatsuchascandalshouldhavecomeuponhiscongregation.” “ThemagistratesareGod–fearinggentlemen,butmercifulovermuch—thatisatruth,”addedathirdautumnalmatron. “Attheveryleast,theyshouldhaveputthebrandofahotirononHesterPrynne’sforehead. MadameHesterwouldhavewincedatthat,Iwarrantme. Butshe—thenaughtybaggage—littlewillshecarewhattheyputuponthebodiceofhergownWhy,lookyou,shemaycoveritwithabrooch,orsuchlike. heathenishadornment,andsowalkthestreetsasbraveasever” “Ah,but,”interposed,moresoftly,ayoungwife,holdingachildbythehand,“lethercoverthemarkasshewill,thepangofitwillbealwaysinherheart.” “Whatdowetalkofmarksandbrands,whetheronthebodiceofhergownorthefleshofherforehead?” criedanotherfemale,theugliestaswellasthemostpitilessoftheseself–constitutedjudges. “Thiswomanhasbroughtshameuponusall,andoughttodie;Istherenotlawforit? Trulythereis,bothintheScriptureandthestatute–book. Thenletthemagistrates,whohavemadeitofnoeffect,thankthemselvesiftheirownwivesanddaughtersgoastray” “Mercyonus,goodwife”exclaimedamaninthecrowd,“istherenovirtueinwoman,savewhatspringsfromawholesomefearofthegallows?Thatisthehardestwordyet! Hushnow,gossipsforthelockisturningintheprison–door,andherecomesMistressPrynneherself.” Thedoorofthejailbeingflungopenfromwithinthereappeared,inthefirstplace,likeablackshadowemergingintosunshine,thegrimandgristlypresenceofthetown–beadle,withaswordbyhisside,andhisstaffofofficeinhishand. ThispersonageprefiguredandrepresentedinhisaspectthewholedismalseverityofthePuritaniccodeoflaw,whichitwashisbusinesstoadministerinitsfinalandclosestapplicationtotheoffender. Stretchingforththeofficialstaffinhislefthand,helaidhisrightupontheshoulderofayoungwoman,whomhethusdrewforward,until,onthethresholdoftheprison–door,sherepelledhim,byanactionmarkedwithnaturaldignityandforceofcharacter,andsteppedintotheopenairasifbyherownfreewill. Sheboreinherarmsachild,ababyofsomethreemonthsold,whowinkedandturnedasideitslittlefacefromthetoovividlightofday;becauseitsexistence,heretofore,hadbroughtitacquaintanceonlywiththegreytwilightofadungeon,orotherdarksomeapartmentoftheprison. Whentheyoungwoman—themotherofthischild—stoodfullyrevealedbeforethecrowd,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,transfiguredthewearer—sothatbothmenandwomenwhohadbeenfamiliarlyacquaintedwithHesterPrynnewerenowimpressedasiftheybeheldherforthefirsttime—wasthatScarletLetter,sofantasticallyembroideredandilluminateduponherbosom. Ithadtheeffectofaspell,takingheroutoftheordinaryrelationswithhumanity,andenclosingherinaspherebyherself. “Shehathgoodskillatherneedle,that’scertain,”remarkedoneofherfemalespectators;“butdideverawoman,beforethisbrazenhussy,contrivesuchawayofshowingit? Why,gossips,whatisitbuttolaughinthefacesofourgodlymagistrates,andmakeaprideoutofwhatthey,worthygentlemen,meantforapunishment?” “Itwerewell,”mutteredthemostiron–visagedoftheolddames,“ifwestrippedMadameHester’srichgownoffherdaintyshoulders;andasfortheredletterwhichshehathstitchedsocuriously,I’llbestowaragofmineownrheumaticflanneltomakeafitterone!” “Oh,peace,neighbours—peace!”whisperedtheiryoungestcompanion;“donotletherhearyou!Notastitchinthatembroideredletterbutshehasfeltitinherheart.” Thegrimbeadlenowmadeagesturewithhisstaff. “Makeway,goodpeople—makeway,intheKing’sname!”criedhe. “Openapassage;andIpromiseye,MistressPrynneshallbesetwhereman,woman,andchildmayhaveafairsightofherbraveapparelfromthistimetillanhourpastmeridian. AblessingontherighteouscolonyoftheMassachusetts,whereiniquityisdraggedoutintothesunshine! Comealong,MadameHester,andshowyourscarletletterinthemarket–place!” Alanewasforthwithopenedthroughthecrowdofspectators. Precededbythebeadle,andattendedbyanirregularprocessionofstern–browedmenandunkindlyvisagedwomen,HesterPrynnesetforthtowardstheplaceappointedforherpunishment. Acrowdofeagerandcuriousschoolboys,understandinglittleofthematterinhand,exceptthatitgavethemahalf–holiday,ranbeforeherprogress,turningtheirheadscontinuallytostareintoherfaceandatthewinkingbabyinherarms,andattheignominiousletteronherbreast. Itwasnogreatdistance,inthosedays,fromtheprisondoortothemarket–place. Measuredbytheprisoner’sexperience,however,itmightbereckonedajourneyofsomelength;forhaughtyasherdemeanourwas,sheperchanceunderwentanagonyfromeveryfootstepofthosethatthrongedtoseeher,asifherhearthadbeenflungintothestreetforthemalltospurnandtrampleupon. Inournature,however,thereisaprovision,alikemarvellousandmerciful,thatthesufferershouldneverknowtheintensityofwhatheenduresbyitspresenttorture,butchieflybythepangthatranklesafterit. Withalmostaserenedeportment,therefore,HesterPrynnepassedthroughthisportionofherordeal,andcametoasortofscaffold,atthewesternextremityofthemarket–place. ItstoodnearlybeneaththeeavesofBoston’searliestchurch,andappearedtobeafixturethere. Infact,thisscaffoldconstitutedaportionofapenalmachine,whichnow,fortwoorthreegenerationspast,hasbeenmerelyhistoricalandtraditionaryamongus,butwasheld,intheoldtime,tobeaseffectualanagent,inthepromotionofgoodcitizenship,aseverwastheguillotineamongtheterroristsofFrance. Itwas,inshort,theplatformofthepillory;andaboveitrosetheframeworkofthatinstrumentofdiscipline,sofashionedastoconfinethehumanheadinitstightgrasp,andthusholdituptothepublicgaze. Theveryidealofignominywasembodiedandmademanifestinthiscontrivanceofwoodandiron. Therecanbenooutrage,methinks,againstourcommonnature—whateverbethedelinquenciesoftheindividual—nooutragemoreflagrantthantoforbidtheculprittohidehisfaceforshame;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,suchasmustalwaysinvestthespectacleofguiltandshameinafellow–creature,beforesocietyshallhavegrowncorruptenoughtosmile,insteadofshudderingatit. ThewitnessesofHesterPrynne’sdisgracehadnotyetpassedbeyondtheirsimplicity. Theyweresternenoughtolookuponherdeath,hadthatbeenthesentence,withoutamurmuratitsseverity,buthadnoneoftheheartlessnessofanothersocialstate,whichwouldfindonlyathemeforjestinanexhibitionlikethepresent. Evenhadtherebeenadispositiontoturnthematterintoridicule,itmusthavebeenrepressedandoverpoweredbythesolemnpresenceofmennolessdignifiedthanthegovernor,andseveralofhiscounsellors,ajudge,ageneral,andtheministersofthetown,allofwhomsatorstoodinabalconyofthemeeting–house,lookingdownupontheplatform. Whensuchpersonagescouldconstituteapartofthespectacle,withoutriskingthemajesty,orreverenceofrankandoffice,itwassafelytobeinferredthattheinflictionofalegalsentencewouldhaveanearnestandeffectualmeaning. Accordingly,thecrowdwassombreandgrave. Theunhappyculpritsustainedherselfasbestawomanmight,undertheheavyweightofathousandunrelentingeyes,allfasteneduponher,andconcentratedatherbosom.Itwasalmostintolerabletobeborne. Ofanimpulsiveandpassionatenature,shehadfortifiedherselftoencounterthestingsandvenomousstabsofpubliccontumely,wreakingitselfineveryvarietyofinsult;buttherewasaqualitysomuchmoreterribleinthesolemnmoodofthepopularmind,thatshelongedrathertobeholdallthoserigidcountenancescontortedwithscornfulmerriment,andherselftheobject. Hadaroaroflaughterburstfromthemultitude—eachman,eachwoman,eachlittleshrill–voicedchild,contributingtheirindividualparts—HesterPrynnemighthaverepaidthemallwithabitteranddisdainfulsmile. But,undertheleadeninflictionwhichitwasherdoomtoendure,shefelt,atmoments,asifshemustneedsshriekoutwiththefullpowerofherlungs,andcastherselffromthescaffolddownupontheground,orelsegomadatonce. Yettherewereintervalswhenthewholescene,inwhichshewasthemostconspicuousobject,seemedtovanishfromhereyes,or,atleast,glimmeredindistinctlybeforethem,likeamassofimperfectlyshapedandspectralimages. Hermind,andespeciallyhermemory,waspreternaturallyactive,andkeptbringingupotherscenesthanthisroughlyhewnstreetofalittletown,ontheedgeofthewesternwilderness:otherfacesthanwereloweringuponherfrombeneaththebrimsofthosesteeple–crownedhats. Reminiscences,themosttriflingandimmaterial,passagesofinfancyandschool–days,sports,childishquarrels,andthelittledomestictraitsofhermaidenyears,cameswarmingbackuponher,intermingledwithrecollectionsofwhateverwasgravestinhersubsequentlife;onepicturepreciselyasvividasanother;asifallwereofsimilarimportance,orallalikeaplay. Possibly,itwasaninstinctivedeviceofherspirittorelieveitselfbytheexhibitionofthesephantasmagoricforms,fromthecruelweightandhardnessofthereality. Bethatasitmight,thescaffoldofthepillorywasapointofviewthatrevealedtoHesterPrynnetheentiretrackalongwhichshehadbeentreading,sinceherhappyinfancy. Standingonthatmiserableeminence,shesawagainhernativevillage,inOldEngland,andherpaternalhome:adecayedhouseofgreystone,withapoverty–strickenaspect,butretainingahalfobliteratedshieldofarmsovertheportal,intokenofantiquegentility. Shesawherfather’sface,withitsboldbrow,andreverendwhitebeardthatflowedovertheold–fashionedElizabethanruff;hermother’s,too,withthelookofheedfulandanxiouslovewhichitalwaysworeinherremembrance,andwhich,evensinceherdeath,hadsooftenlaidtheimpedimentofagentleremonstranceinherdaughter’spathway. Shesawherownface,glowingwithgirlishbeauty,andilluminatingalltheinterioroftheduskymirrorinwhichshehadbeenwonttogazeatit. Thereshebeheldanothercountenance,ofamanwellstrickeninyears,apale,thin,scholar–likevisage,witheyesdimandblearedbythelamp–lightthathadservedthemtoporeovermanyponderousbooks. Yetthosesameblearedopticshadastrange,penetratingpower,whenitwastheirowner’spurposetoreadthehumansoul. Thisfigureofthestudyandthecloister,asHesterPrynne’swomanlyfancyfailednottorecall,wasslightlydeformed,withtheleftshoulderatriflehigherthantheright. Nextrosebeforeherinmemory’spicture–gallery,theintricateandnarrowthoroughfares,thetall,greyhouses,thehugecathedrals,andthepublicedifices,ancientindateandquaintinarchitecture,ofacontinentalcity;wherenewlifehadawaitedher,stillinconnexionwiththemisshapenscholar:anewlife,butfeedingitselfontime–wornmaterials,likeatuftofgreenmossonacrumblingwall. Lastly,inlieuoftheseshiftingscenes,camebacktherudemarket–placeofthePuritan,settlement,withallthetownspeopleassembled,andlevellingtheirsternregardsatHesterPrynne—yes,atherself—whostoodonthescaffoldofthepillory,aninfantonherarm,andtheletterA,inscarlet,fantasticallyembroideredwithgoldthread,uponherbosom. Coulditbetrue?Sheclutchedthechildsofiercelytoherbreastthatitsentforthacry;sheturnedhereyesdownwardatthescarletletter,andeventoucheditwithherfinger,toassureherselfthattheinfantandtheshamewerereal. Yesthesewereherrealities—allelsehadvanished!