BeforeHesterPrynnecouldcalltogetherherthoughts,andconsiderwhatwaspracticabletobedoneinthisnewandstartlingaspectofaffairs,thesoundofmilitarymusicwasheardapproachingalongacontiguousstreet. Itdenotedtheadvanceoftheprocessionofmagistratesandcitizensonitswaytowardsthemeeting–house:where,incompliancewithacustomthusearlyestablished,andeversinceobserved,theReverendMr.DimmesdalewastodeliveranElectionSermon. Soontheheadoftheprocessionshoweditself,withaslowandstatelymarch,turningacorner,andmakingitswayacrossthemarket–place.Firstcamethemusic. Itcomprisedavarietyofinstruments,perhapsimperfectlyadaptedtooneanother,andplayedwithnogreatskill;butyetattainingthegreatobjectforwhichtheharmonyofdrumandclarionaddressesitselftothemultitude—thatofimpartingahigherandmoreheroicairtothesceneoflifethatpassesbeforetheeye. LittlePearlatfirstclappedherhands,butthenlostforaninstanttherestlessagitationthathadkeptherinacontinualeffervescencethroughoutthemorning;shegazedsilently,andseemedtobeborneupwardlikeafloatingsea–birdonthelongheavesandswellsofsound. Butshewasbroughtbacktoherformermoodbytheshimmerofthesunshineontheweaponsandbrightarmourofthemilitarycompany,whichfollowedafterthemusic,andformedthehonoraryescortoftheprocession. Thisbodyofsoldiery—whichstillsustainsacorporateexistence,andmarchesdownfrompastageswithanancientandhonourablefame—wascomposedofnomercenarymaterials. Itsrankswerefilledwithgentlemenwhofeltthestirringsofmartialimpulse,andsoughttoestablishakindofCollegeofArms,where,asinanassociationofKnightsTemplars,theymightlearnthescience,and,sofaraspeacefulexercisewouldteachthem,thepracticesofwar. Thehighestimationthenplaceduponthemilitarycharactermightbeseenintheloftyportofeachindividualmemberofthecompany. Someofthem,indeed,bytheirservicesintheLowCountriesandonotherfieldsofEuropeanwarfare,hadfairlywontheirtitletoassumethenameandpompofsoldiership. Theentirearray,moreover,cladinburnishedsteel,andwithplumagenoddingovertheirbrightmorions,hadabrilliancyofeffectwhichnomoderndisplaycanaspiretoequal. Andyetthemenofcivileminence,whocameimmediatelybehindthemilitaryescort,werebetterworthathoughtfulobserver’seye. Eveninoutwarddemeanourtheyshowedastampofmajestythatmadethewarrior’shaughtystridelookvulgar,ifnotabsurd. Itwasanagewhenwhatwecalltalenthadfarlessconsiderationthannow,butthemassivematerialswhichproducestabilityanddignityofcharacteragreatdealmore. Thepeoplepossessedbyhereditaryrightthequalityofreverence,which,intheirdescendants,ifitsurviveatall,existsinsmallerproportion,andwithavastlydiminishedforceintheselectionandestimateofpublicmen. Thechangemaybeforgoodorill,andispartly,perhaps,forboth. InthatolddaytheEnglishsettlerontheserudeshores—havingleftking,nobles,andalldegreesofawfulrankbehind,whilestillthefacultyandnecessityofreverencewasstronginhim—bestoweditonthewhitehairandvenerablebrowofage—onlong–triedintegrity—onsolidwisdomandsad–colouredexperience—onendowmentsofthatgraveandweightyorderwhichgavetheideaofpermanence,andcomesunderthegeneraldefinitionofrespectability. Theseprimitivestatesmen,therefore—Bradstreet,Endicott,Dudley,Bellingham,andtheircompeers—whowereelevatedtopowerbytheearlychoiceofthepeople,seemtohavebeennotoftenbrilliant,butdistinguishedbyaponderoussobriety,ratherthanactivityofintellect. Theyhadfortitudeandself–reliance,andintimeofdifficultyorperilstoodupforthewelfareofthestatelikealineofcliffsagainstatempestuoustide. Thetraitsofcharacterhereindicatedwerewellrepresentedinthesquarecastofcountenanceandlargephysicaldevelopmentofthenewcolonialmagistrates. Sofarasademeanourofnaturalauthoritywasconcerned,themothercountryneednothavebeenashamedtoseetheseforemostmenofanactualdemocracyadoptedintotheHouseofPeers,ormakethePrivyCounciloftheSovereign. Nextinordertothemagistratescametheyoungandeminentlydistinguisheddivine,fromwhoselipsthereligiousdiscourseoftheanniversarywasexpected. Hiswastheprofessionatthaterainwhichintellectualabilitydisplayeditselffarmorethaninpoliticallife;for—leavingahighermotiveoutofthequestionitofferedinducementspowerfulenoughinthealmostworshippingrespectofthecommunity,towinthemostaspiringambitionintoitsservice. Evenpoliticalpower—asinthecaseofIncreaseMather—waswithinthegraspofasuccessfulpriest. Itwastheobservationofthosewhobeheldhimnow,thatnever,sinceMr.DimmesdalefirstsethisfootontheNewEnglandshore,hadheexhibitedsuchenergyaswasseeninthegaitandairwithwhichhekepthispaceintheprocession. Therewasnofeeblenessofstepasatothertimes;hisframewasnotbent,nordidhishandrestominouslyuponhisheart. Yet,iftheclergymanwererightlyviewed,hisstrengthseemednotofthebody. Itmightbespiritualandimpartedtohimbyangelicalministrations. Itmightbetheexhilarationofthatpotentcordialwhichisdistilledonlyinthefurnace–glowofearnestandlong–continuedthought. Orperchancehissensitivetemperamentwasinvigoratedbytheloudandpiercingmusicthatswelledheaven–ward,andupliftedhimonitsascendingwave. Nevertheless,soabstractedwashislook,itmightbequestionedwhetherMr.Dimmesdaleeverheardthemusic. Therewashisbody,movingonward,andwithanunaccustomedforce.Butwherewashismind? Faranddeepinitsownregion,busyingitself,withpreternaturalactivity,tomarshalaprocessionofstatelythoughtsthatweresoontoissuethence;andsohesawnothing,heardnothing,knewnothingofwhatwasaroundhim;butthespiritualelementtookupthefeebleframeandcarrieditalong,unconsciousoftheburden,andconvertingittospiritlikeitself. Menofuncommonintellect,whohavegrownmorbid,possessthisoccasionalpowerofmightyeffort,intowhichtheythrowthelifeofmanydaysandthenarelifelessforasmanymore. HesterPrynne,gazingsteadfastlyattheclergyman,feltadrearyinfluencecomeoverher,butwhereforeorwhencesheknewnot,unlessthatheseemedsoremotefromherownsphere,andutterlybeyondherreach. Oneglanceofrecognitionshehadimaginedmustneedspassbetweenthem. Shethoughtofthedimforest,withitslittledellofsolitude,andlove,andanguish,andthemossytree–trunk,where,sittinghand–in–hand,theyhadmingledtheirsadandpassionatetalkwiththemelancholymurmurofthebrook. Howdeeplyhadtheyknowneachotherthen!Andwasthistheman?Shehardlyknewhimnow! He,movingproudlypast,envelopedasitwere,intherichmusic,withtheprocessionofmajesticandvenerablefathers;he,sounattainableinhisworldlyposition,andstillmoresointhatfarvistaofhisunsympathizingthoughts,throughwhichshenowbeheldhim! Herspiritsankwiththeideathatallmusthavebeenadelusion,andthat,vividlyasshehaddreamedit,therecouldbenorealbondbetwixttheclergymanandherself. AndthusmuchofwomanwasthereinHester,thatshecouldscarcelyforgivehim—leastofallnow,whentheheavyfootstepoftheirapproachingFatemightbeheard,nearer,nearer,nearer! —Forbeingablesocompletelytowithdrawhimselffromtheirmutualworld—whileshegropeddarkly,andstretchedforthhercoldhands,andfoundhimnot. Pearleithersawandrespondedtohermother’sfeelings,orherselffelttheremotenessandintangibilitythathadfallenaroundtheminister. Whiletheprocessionpassed,thechildwasuneasy,flutteringupanddown,likeabirdonthepointoftakingflight. Whenthewholehadgoneby,shelookedupintoHester’sface— “Mother,”saidshe,“wasthatthesameministerthatkissedmebythebrook?” “Holdthypeace,dearlittlePearl!”whisperedhermother.“Wemustnotalwaystalkinthemarketplaceofwhathappenstousintheforest.” “Icouldnotbesurethatitwashe—sostrangehelooked,”continuedthechild. “ElseIwouldhaveruntohim,andbidhimkissmenow,beforeallthepeople,evenashedidyonderamongthedarkoldtrees. Whatwouldtheministerhavesaid,mother? Wouldhehaveclappedhishandoverhisheart,andscowledonme,andbidmebegone?” “Whatshouldhesay,Pearl,”answeredHester,“savethatitwasnotimetokiss,andthatkissesarenottobegiveninthemarket–place? Wellforthee,foolishchild,thatthoudidstnotspeaktohim!” Anothershadeofthesamesentiment,inreferencetoMr.Dimmesdale,wasexpressedbyapersonwhoseeccentricities—insanity,asweshouldtermit—ledhertodowhatfewofthetownspeoplewouldhaveventuredon—tobeginaconversationwiththewearerofthescarletletterinpublic. ItwasMistressHibbins,who,arrayedingreatmagnificence,withatripleruff,abroideredstomacher,agownofrichvelvet,andagold–headedcane,hadcomeforthtoseetheprocession. Asthisancientladyhadtherenown(whichsubsequentlycosthernolessapricethanherlife)ofbeingaprincipalactorinalltheworksofnecromancythatwerecontinuallygoingforward,thecrowdgavewaybeforeher,andseemedtofearthetouchofhergarment,asifitcarriedtheplagueamongitsgorgeousfolds. SeeninconjunctionwithHesterPrynne—kindlyassomanynowfelttowardsthelatter—thedreadinspiredbyMistressHibbinshaddoubled,andcausedageneralmovementfromthatpartofthemarket–placeinwhichthetwowomenstood. “Now,whatmortalimaginationcouldconceiveit?” whisperedtheoldladyconfidentiallytoHester.“Yonderdivineman! Thatsaintonearth,asthepeopleupholdhimtobe,andas—Imustneedssay—hereallylooks! Who,now,thatsawhimpassintheprocession,wouldthinkhowlittlewhileitissincehewentforthoutofhisstudy—chewingaHebrewtextofScriptureinhismouth,Iwarrant—totakeanairingintheforest!Aha!Weknowwhatthatmeans,HesterPrynne! Buttruly,forsooth,Ifindithardtobelievehimthesameman. ManyachurchmembersawI,walkingbehindthemusic,thathasdancedinthesamemeasurewithme,whenSomebodywasfiddler,and,itmightbe,anIndianpowwoworaLaplandwizardchanginghandswithus! Thatisbutatrifle,whenawomanknowstheworld.Butthisminister. Couldstthousurelytell,Hester,whetherhewasthesamemanthatencounteredtheeontheforestpath?” “Madam,Iknownotofwhatyouspeak,”answeredHesterPrynne,feelingMistressHibbinstobeofinfirmmind;yetstrangelystartledandawe–strickenbytheconfidencewithwhichsheaffirmedapersonalconnexionbetweensomanypersons(herselfamongthem)andtheEvilOne. “ItisnotformetotalklightlyofalearnedandpiousministeroftheWord,liketheReverendMr.Dimmesdale.” “Fie,woman—fie!”criedtheoldlady,shakingherfingeratHester. “DostthouthinkIhavebeentotheforestsomanytimes,andhaveyetnoskilltojudgewhoelsehasbeenthere? Yea,thoughnoleafofthewildgarlandswhichtheyworewhiletheydancedbeleftintheirhair! Iknowthee,Hester,forIbeholdthetoken.Wemayallseeitinthesunshine! anditglowslikearedflameinthedark. Thouwearestitopenly,sothereneedbenoquestionaboutthat.Butthisminister!Letmetelltheeinthineear! WhentheBlackManseesoneofhisownservants,signedandsealed,soshyofowningtothebondasistheReverendMr.Dimmesdale,hehathawayoforderingmatterssothatthemarkshallbedisclosed,inopendaylight,totheeyesofalltheworld! Whatisthattheministerseekstohide,withhishandalwaysoverhisheart?Ha,HesterPrynne?” “Whatisit,goodMistressHibbins?”eagerlyaskedlittlePearl.“Hastthouseenit?” “Nomatter,darling!”respondedMistressHibbins,makingPearlaprofoundreverence. “Thouthyselfwiltseeit,onetimeoranother. Theysay,child,thouartofthelineageofthePrinceofAir! Wiltthouridewithmesomefinenighttoseethyfather? Thenthoushaltknowwhereforetheministerkeepshishandoverhisheart!” Laughingsoshrillythatallthemarket–placecouldhearher,theweirdoldgentlewomantookherdeparture. Bythistimethepreliminaryprayerhadbeenofferedinthemeeting–house,andtheaccentsoftheReverendMr.Dimmesdalewereheardcommencinghisdiscourse. AnirresistiblefeelingkeptHesternearthespot. Asthesacrededificewastoomuchthrongedtoadmitanotherauditor,shetookupherpositionclosebesidethescaffoldofthepillory. Itwasinsufficientproximitytobringthewholesermontoherears,intheshapeofanindistinctbutvariedmurmurandflowoftheminister’sverypeculiarvoice. Thisvocalorganwasinitselfarichendowment,insomuchthatalistener,comprehendingnothingofthelanguageinwhichthepreacherspoke,mightstillhavebeenswayedtoandfrobythemeretoneandcadence. Likeallothermusic,itbreathedpassionandpathos,andemotionshighortender,inatonguenativetothehumanheart,wherevereducated. Muffledasthesoundwasbyitspassagethroughthechurchwalls,HesterPrynnelistenedwithsuchintenseness,andsympathizedsointimately,thatthesermonhadthroughoutameaningforher,entirelyapartfromitsindistinguishablewords. These,perhaps,ifmoredistinctlyheard,mighthavebeenonlyagrossermedium,andhavecloggedthespiritualsense. Nowshecaughtthelowundertone,asofthewindsinkingdowntoreposeitself;thenascendedwithit,asitrosethroughprogressivegradationsofsweetnessandpower,untilitsvolumeseemedtoenvelopherwithanatmosphereofaweandsolemngrandeur. Andyet,majesticasthevoicesometimesbecame,therewasforeverinitanessentialcharacterofplaintiveness. Aloudorlowexpressionofanguish—thewhisper,ortheshriek,asitmightbeconceived,ofsufferinghumanity,thattouchedasensibilityineverybosom! Attimesthisdeepstrainofpathoswasallthatcouldbeheard,andscarcelyheardsighingamidadesolatesilence. Butevenwhentheminister’svoicegrewhighandcommanding—whenitgushedirrepressiblyupward—whenitassumeditsutmostbreadthandpower,sooverfillingthechurchastoburstitswaythroughthesolidwalls,anddiffuseitselfintheopenair—still,iftheauditorlistenedintently,andforthepurpose,hecoulddetectthesamecryofpain.Whatwasit? Thecomplaintofahumanheart,sorrow–laden,perchanceguilty,tellingitssecret,whetherofguiltorsorrow,tothegreatheartofmankind;beseechingitssympathyorforgiveness,—ateverymoment,—ineachaccent,—andneverinvain! Itwasthisprofoundandcontinualundertonethatgavetheclergymanhismostappropriatepower. Duringallthistime,Hesterstood,statue–like,atthefootofthescaffold. Iftheminister’svoicehadnotkeptherthere,therewould,nevertheless,havebeenaninevitablemagnetisminthatspot,whenceshedatedthefirsthourofherlifeofignominy. Therewasasensewithinher—tooill–definedtobemadeathought,butweighingheavilyonhermind—thatherwholeorboflife,bothbeforeandafter,wasconnectedwiththisspot,aswiththeonepointthatgaveitunity. LittlePearl,meanwhile,hadquittedhermother’sside,andwasplayingatherownwillaboutthemarket–place. Shemadethesombrecrowdcheerfulbyhererraticandglisteningray,evenasabirdofbrightplumageilluminatesawholetreeofduskyfoliagebydartingtoandfro,halfseenandhalfconcealedamidthetwilightoftheclusteringleaves. Shehadanundulating,butoftentimesasharpandirregularmovement. Itindicatedtherestlessvivacityofherspirit,whichto–daywasdoublyindefatigableinitstip–toedance,becauseitwasplayeduponandvibratedwithhermother’sdisquietude. WheneverPearlsawanythingtoexcitehereveractiveandwanderingcuriosity,sheflewthitherward,and,aswemightsay,seizeduponthatmanorthingasherownproperty,sofarasshedesiredit,butwithoutyieldingtheminutestdegreeofcontroloverhermotionsinrequital. ThePuritanslookedon,and,iftheysmiled,werenonethelessinclinedtopronouncethechildademonoffspring,fromtheindescribablecharmofbeautyandeccentricitythatshonethroughherlittlefigure,andsparkledwithitsactivity. SheranandlookedthewildIndianintheface,andhegrewconsciousofanaturewilderthanhisown. Thence,withnativeaudacity,butstillwithareserveascharacteristic,sheflewintothemidstofagroupofmariners,theswarthy–cheekedwildmenoftheocean,astheIndianswereoftheland;andtheygazedwonderinglyandadmiringlyatPearl,asifaflakeofthesea–foamhadtakentheshapeofalittlemaid,andweregiftedwithasoulofthesea–fire,thatflashesbeneaththeprowinthenight–time. Oneoftheseseafaringmen—theshipmaster,indeed,whohadspokentoHesterPrynne—wassosmittenwithPearl’saspect,thatheattemptedtolayhandsuponher,withpurposetosnatchakiss. Findingitasimpossibletotouchherastocatchahumming–birdintheair,hetookfromhishatthegoldchainthatwastwistedaboutit,andthrewittothechild. Pearlimmediatelytwineditaroundherneckandwaistwithsuchhappyskill,that,onceseenthere,itbecameapartofher,anditwasdifficulttoimagineherwithoutit. “Thymotherisyonderwomanwiththescarletletter,”saidtheseaman,“Wiltthoucarryheramessagefromme?” “Ifthemessagepleasesme,Iwill,”answeredPearl. “Thentellher,”rejoinedhe,“thatIspakeagainwiththeblack–a–visaged,humpshoulderedolddoctor,andheengagestobringhisfriend,thegentlemanshewotsof,aboardwithhim. Soletthymothertakenothought,saveforherselfandthee. Wiltthoutellherthis,thouwitch–baby?” “MistressHibbinssaysmyfatheristhePrinceoftheAir!”criedPearl,withanaughtysmile.“Ifthoucallestmethatill–name,Ishalltellhimofthee,andhewillchasethyshipwithatempest!” Pursuingazigzagcourseacrossthemarketplace,thechildreturnedtohermother,andcommunicatedwhatthemarinerhadsaid. Hester’sstrong,calmsteadfastly–enduringspiritalmostsank,atlast,onbeholdingthisdarkandgrimcountenanceofaninevitabledoom—whichatthemomentwhenapassageseemedtoopenfortheministerandherselfoutoftheirlabyrinthofmisery—showeditselfwithanunrelentingsmile,rightinthemidstoftheirpath. Withhermindharassedbytheterribleperplexityinwhichtheshipmaster’sintelligenceinvolvedher,shewasalsosubjectedtoanothertrial. Thereweremanypeoplepresentfromthecountryroundabout,whohadoftenheardofthescarletletter,andtowhomithadbeenmadeterrificbyahundredfalseorexaggeratedrumours,butwhohadneverbehelditwiththeirownbodilyeyes. These,afterexhaustingothermodesofamusement,nowthrongedaboutHesterPrynnewithrudeandboorishintrusiveness. Unscrupulousasitwas,however,itcouldnotbringthemnearerthanacircuitofseveralyards. Atthatdistancetheyaccordinglystood,fixedtherebythecentrifugalforceoftherepugnancewhichthemysticsymbolinspired. Thewholegangofsailors,likewise,observingthepressofspectators,andlearningthepurportofthescarletletter,cameandthrusttheirsunburntanddesperado–lookingfacesintothering. EventheIndianswereaffectedbyasortofcoldshadowofthewhiteman’scuriosityand,glidingthroughthecrowd,fastenedtheirsnake–likeblackeyesonHester’sbosom,conceiving,perhaps,thatthewearerofthisbrilliantlyembroideredbadgemustneedsbeapersonageofhighdignityamongherpeople. Lastly,theinhabitantsofthetown(theirowninterestinthisworn–outsubjectlanguidlyrevivingitself,bysympathywithwhattheysawothersfeel)loungedidlytothesamequarter,andtormentedHesterPrynne,perhapsmorethanalltherest,withtheircool,well–acquaintedgazeatherfamiliarshame. Hestersawandrecognizedtheselfsamefacesofthatgroupofmatrons,whohadawaitedherforthcomingfromtheprison–doorsevenyearsago;allsaveone,theyoungestandonlycompassionateamongthem,whoseburial–robeshehadsincemade. Atthefinalhour,whenshewassosoontoflingasidetheburningletter,ithadstrangelybecomethecentreofmoreremarkandexcitement,andwasthusmadetosearherbreastmorepainfully,thanatanytimesincethefirstdaysheputiton. WhileHesterstoodinthatmagiccircleofignominy,wherethecunningcrueltyofhersentenceseemedtohavefixedherforever,theadmirablepreacherwaslookingdownfromthesacredpulpituponanaudiencewhoseveryinmostspiritshadyieldedtohiscontrol.Thesaintedministerinthechurch! Thewomanofthescarletletterinthemarketplace! Whatimaginationwouldhavebeenirreverentenoughtosurmisethatthesamescorchingstigmawasonthemboth!